If you're ever lost/stranded change your voicemail immediately to say where you are, who you were with, what time you arrived etc. When people notice you're missing and start calling you, the voicemail may just save your life especially if your phone goes dead or you have no service.
The first welcome I received in my shared house three years ago in the UK was when someone stole my jollof rice… and even helped themselves to fish and turkey from different bowls. Funny enough, I knew who it was, so I reported it to my landlord.
Do you know what this man told me?
“Don’t be too angry. Be happy you fed someone who was hungry. Your reward is in heaven.” I just looked at him and laughed, emi ika
So the next time I wanted to cook jollof rice, the thief entered the kitchen while I was cooking so I asked, “Do you mind jollof rice?” The remaining statement stayed in my head:
”…before you steal another plate🙄”
She said she doesn’t eat Nigerian food.
Me in my head: “don’t sha steal my rice”(mind you, She was Ghanaian.)
I cooked my rice, packed it into seven takeaway packs, and kept them in the fridge… i woke up the next morning…
Two packs had disappeared. Along with 3 pcs of big chicken…. That day, I didn’t report anybody.
I entered everybody’s section of the fridge and carried food. Milk. Snacks. Indian food I don’t even eat. Everything I saw..
One lady had just ordered Turkish food. She was microwaving it, went to have a shower.. I picked it up too entered my room, ate part of it, dusted my bed and slept peacefully.
My phone was vibrating nonstop. The house group chat was on fire.
“Who took my food?”
“Where’s my milk?”
“Who took my snacks?”
My landlord later messaged me privately to ask if I knew anything about it.
I told him, “They should be grateful they fed an orphan. Isn’t the reward in heaven?” Three days later, he installed CCTV in the kitchen. That’s how we all stopped feeding the orphanage.
My landlord will never forget me.
For anyone looking for a low stakes way to do this, come together with some of your friends, have a once a month thing where 2 speakers pick a random topic to present on. Rotate the speakers every month. Have room for discussion. The good thing is, this can be done remotely too.
Since 2020, she’s cared for her brother after he reportedly developed severe mental health issues just months into UNILAG, allegedly linked to hard drug use. Now, exhausted and heartbroken, she says she doesn’t know how much longer she can keep going. 😢💔
Something happened to me in shop, around 1pm today😳😳😳
A guy came to buy ice cream in my shop today;
Guy: madam hope say no be local ice cream you dey sell.
Me: Bros no let the price deceive you, na self made quality and premium I dey make. Buy one test you go buy more.
Guy: You say 700 Abi?
Me: Yes
Guy: Oya bring one.
Me: what flavor do you need because I have vanilla, strawberry and chocolate.
Guy: give me chocolate
I gave him one. Then he scooped a little and ate it.
Guy: madam you sure say na you dey make am? (While still eating the ice cream)
Me: bros na me dey do am na wetin I dey do for Lagos before I come here.
Guy: no wonder
Me: wetin happen?
Guy: na Lagos standard you dey give us, this type no dey this area, even where we dey buy their own na rubbish e no sweet like this.
Me: thank you bros.
Guy: This place wey you dey people go dey downgrade am well well, them no fit know say better thing dey here like this.
Me: Na small small, I still dey work on the place, if I finish am them go notice me pass now.
Guy: at least you for dey play music.
Me: (I showed him my mp) na spoil e spoil jare, I go get new mp and everywhere go set.
Guy: okay madam. Give me 4 more ice creams. Put 2 vanilla, 1 strawberry and 1 chocolate.
I gave him, he paid me and left.
Fast forward to 6pm while I was packing up to go home he came back with a brand new MP😭😭
He said, “madam from tomorrow dey play music o make we know say something dey this corner.
I still dey imagine which kind grace and favor dey follow me this season
❤️😍🥰🔥🔥🔥❤️🥰😍
I genuinely feel for Gen Z (I know the economy is hitting everyone, but they didn’t even enjoy those little good old days). When I was earning N350,000 per month it was $1,750 (at an equivalent Gen Z age). When my dear friend told us of her wedding in Abudhabi, UAE. It was an easy decision to make because the price was fair. I spent less than 200K on flight, 5 star hotel (we shared a room), food AND shopping. Bought the dress I wore on Asos for £16 and it popped. We genuinely enjoyed living in Lagos and experiencing other places as holiday.
Now it’s hard to get that same value for money here in Nigeria. There’s a spontaneity that comes with being young that this economy is stifling young people of. There are certain things you do in your 20s that will not have the same effect doing it in your 50s. Stop robbing people of it. Dear Government. Fix this country that we all love.
You don't have to overthink appreciating people.
Whether it's a colleague starting a new chapter, a boss you're grateful for, or a friend who's been there through it all, sometimes, a personalised keepsake says what words can't. 🤍✨
Still obsessed with how this turned out.
Omoo from a young age ba, my kids will be well exposed. In my 28 years of life, today is the very first time I entered an elevator. Haaa! 😂😂😂
I embarrassed myself. The moment it started moving, I wasn't expecting that slight vibration. Na so I shout! 😭 The guy inside looked at me and asked, "First time?" I just said, "Yes." Ahhh... shame wear me like Bubu gown. 😂
I was going to the 3rd floor. When the elevator door opened, I just stood there thinking someone else wanted to enter. The guy looked at me and said, "This is your destination." Ahhh! 😭😂
Happy birthday to the man who fought another lecturer who wanted sex over my hard work as a student. A lecturer boldly failed me because I refused a visit. He was known for it. I was in 200 level then. I saw the disappointment on my professor's face because this was someone he helped.
When the information got to my professor, he took immediate action.
On the agreed date for the hearing, I got into the room with my previous results on the table. All I heard was, "It cannot be Blessing. Dr, something is wrong. She wrote all of these in the past. She is diligent. It can't be my daughter. Dismiss this."
Although it was too late for the portal to change the verdict online, I am glad my innocence was proven. All my scripts magically reappeared. And the next generation after me has not had to deal with such an element. I saw my script. I did not fail, as written by the man who lacks self-discipline.
I have not forgotten how you stood up for me, Sir. You made sure whoever did this paid heavily for it. It is 5 years after graduation but everything is still new in my heart.
Professor Modo gave me access to his library. He encouraged me to be steadfast. He has not forgotten me. He spoke to me early this year and told me to further my studies since I am well now.
Throughout the time I was sick, he was always talking to me. He would say, "When you are ready, go to this institution and tell XYZ that you are from me."
Thank you, my amiable Professor Innocent Modo. You stood up for so many. You shielded many with school fees and feeding money. I witnessed it as a student then. May God keep shielding you, Sir.
I started learning furniture making at Ipaja furniture yard at 30, as the only female apprentice there. People would literally stop and stare at me as I worked, but I didn’t care😂
It was tough, my body complained, my complexion darkened but I adjusted. I’m glad I took that decision.
Meet the Eboh bunk bed, named after my bestie in the third frame.
Eboh means Peace in Idoma language.
Disclaimer: I didn’t make the ladder but the shelves and the metal ottoman was from my workshop.