Does time heal every wound? A question I asked myself after i watched something few weeks back when an elderly man tapped a younger man on the shoulder and said "time heals all wounds lad." And I burst out laughing. Really? Who was he kidding? I guess he was just trying to encourage the young guy or make him feel better about the situation. Maybe it worked but I'm sure latter he would realize the bitter truth. I bought a gorgeous heel three years ago and it was sparkling and clean and everything that makes a shoe new. Now I'm staring at it in the wardrobe and its no longer shinning, no longer new. Infact, it has a sratch on the tip, and a dark line on the sole. A lot has changed yet, it's still the same nude shoe I bought three years ago. Even more comfortable now than when it was new because my feet has gotten used to it. Its familiar & comfortable just like a relationship between a married couple.
Its April! Yayyy!!! Welcome to the month of April, a month blessed with juicy april fools day stories. Because it’s April fools day. Yippee!!!
Okay please don’t fool me today I beg you.
Waking up this morning made me happy because today is my friends birthday (Happy birthday Aida) and couldn’t help but remember that today is also April fools day with comes with lots of April fools day stories.
I don’t know who invented this April fools day but I’m eternally grateful to that person. For setting out a day where we get to fool or prank people to our hearts content and enjoy their reaction
Killers of communication are like termites that ruin communication mostimes before it even starts. We are in the last days of the month and truthfully, a lot of things went down for me personally in this month and lately I’ve been thinking of bringing up the conversation with my folks and that was when I remembered this story I’m about to tell you now. *laughs” Don’t worry its nothing dark & daunting.
When I was in my teens; I think between seventeen and nineteen, I wanted to go visit my friends. I missed my secondary (high) school friends and I hadn’t seen the few that lived in portharcourt then since we all graduated so I made it my mission to reunite with them. I dressed up looking all beautiful & sweet and the next thing was to tell my mom. How would I tell her? Was the next question that popped into my brain.
The importance of self awareness would be visible in this story I’m about to share with you.
Ruth was sitting at the living room when Iyke stormed in with a frown on his face. “Fuck you Ruth!” Ruth shook in fear and turned back only to see Iyke walking towards her. “why would you do such a thing?” He asked. “Are you stupid?”.
“What’s the problem Iyke?” Ruth asked perplexed.
“You should have told me before talking to Mandy about our plan. Are you a fool or what?” He answered. Her body stiffened and looked like she was about to cry.
“But its not much of a big deal. Mandy is not a stranger to either of us. For Christ sake, this plan involves her as much as it does us. Its not enough reason for you to react this way. If you don’t like that I told her, then
Giving unsolicited advice is like walking into someone’s house uninvited. Even if that person is your friend. (Please don’t visit your friends without informing them)
This week has been a rollercoaster of drama. Both personally and professionally. There were times when I wanted to just rant. In fact almost always I just wanted to pour out what I was feeling, why I was feeling that way and everything I fantasized about the situation but I hardly expressed my emotions because I was tired of ranting to someone only for the person to bombard me with series of advice I never asked for. So instead I spoke to my brain and cells alone in that tiny little space in my head. *laughs* Yet, the one time I did rant this week, it was with a wonderful person that just listened beautifully well. Whoop!! Such a blessing.
People are so quick to show off how much they know about your situation or new project with dozens of do this, go this way, act like this, just at the mere mention of expressing your self. If you are on this table, be calming down. Cool down.
Truth is, if they needed your advice they would ask. Now, I’m not saying giving advice is wrong, I’m simply saying giving unsolicited advice is wrong. Unsolicited advice is advuce that is wrong. When its clear the receiver doesn’t want your advice is where the problem lies.
Look at this scenerio;
Unexpected events are events we dislike so much because we have no control over them. Its like a sudden slap in the face that feels like hot atardo pepper but the strange thing you’ve failed to realize is that unexpected events are also a cone of sweet flavored ice cream that melts in the mouth as you savoir its chilling taste with such satisfying pleasure and unbelieving joy.
Its the peak of summer here in Nigeria, something we often call ‘dry season’, and rain is often far fetched in January even in rainy places like the city of Port Harcourt. Yet, I was at work two days ago ( on Wednesday) when I suddenly heard the clapping of the roof. I didn’t pay attention because I thought it must have been the wind or the echo of the moving vehicle on the road. But in few seconds the sound came again, this time so loud and scary. I raised my head and walked to the window only to be met with raindrops falling from the sky and before I could react the rain dropped heavily.
“Oh my God.
This success story is unfinished because for me success is not a destination. Success is a journey of starting something and watching it grow.
Success is more of seeing something you started grow and flourish everyday bit by bit.
I went to visit my friend and my Godson on Sunday and on my way there I couldn’t help but smile when I was right in front of a woman I used to buy fresh pepper and tomatoes from. Everything was different and it was so beautiful to see. She was attending to someone so I simply passed and made a mental note to say hi to her when I was going back home.
The man she sold for saw me always turning back and smiling and caught up with me when he was done buying his food stuffs.
“I saw you smiling at her, is everything okay?”
“Yes,” I smiled again. “The growth is blinding sir. She has two tables now. My God!” I exclaimed laughing.
“Oh. Now I understand you…
My journey as a female entrepreneur in Nigeria has been a mouthful says Aniekeme Umoren. Our Guest writer.
Aniekeme Umoren(Ann) is an entrepreneur, with a degree in Accounting. After been an Auditor for a year, she is currently the team manager of Partylane Dynamic Concept.
She entered the entrepreneurial world to explore her passion for Fashion and add beauty to human lives. Life to her means family and friends who can be trusted. She is self driven, she takes pride in providing the best products and services to customers/clients.
Here is what Ann says;
Where should we start?
I am grateful for the opportunity given to me to share my experience. Chi, thanks again.
And to everyone reading, I hope we learn from my intriguing yet eye-opening journey as a female entrepreneur in Nigeria.
Having an entrepreneurial vision is interesting, I would lie if I say it’s one of the smoothest Journey ever. Hmm…it isn’t.
I stopped applying for a job when I realised that I was wasting my time doing so.
Are you shocked to hear me say so?
It all started immediately after my National Youth Service Corps(NYSC).
Growth. I am neither a goal setter nor an over the top planner. So I had nothing to smash in 2020. If I remember vividly, the only thing I wanted to do in 2020 was save more and have fun. Finish. laughs
Sounds funny right? Well, if you can see that as a goal then so be it.
Yet something happened. I woke up to a call that shook my world. And shaped my 2020 into a more daring and rocky one.
“Hi. Whats up?”
“We need to talk. Let’s talk on whatsapp.” He said worriedly. My web developer.
“Oh. Okay.” I became worried. Wondering if everything was alright. We came online and continued chatting.
“What’s wrong?” I asked inquisitively.
“I was doing my rounds. And I decided to just take a quick look at your site. Only for me to realize that your Bandwidth size is full. Thank God I noticed this or else your site would have crashed.” He sighed in relief. Everything he said just sounded strange to me. The thought of loosing my blog frightened me. My blog is my baby. Plus what the hell was bandwidth?
“Wait oh. Which one is bandwidth again?” I asked confusingly.
The consequences of ignoring the holy spirit are dire and detrimental to your existence as a beautiful lady & sophisticated gentleman.
The past couple of weeks have been very trying and challenging in almost every area of my life aside from one. *winks* First my mom was ill, something so little that we even took lightly ended up been so drastuc, and would have been destructive if I kept ignoring the holy spirit. Now as a family we are as fresh as a newly baked cake and equally happy.
I’ve seen myself making spur of the moment decisions this week. You know those kind of unexpected events that drive you to make decisions you never saw coming. This particular one made me withdrawn, and dampened my resolve to an extent that I had no idea on the way forward, like a plot twist. The only way forward was scary and daunting until I heard his voice.
“Make that call.” I heard and ignored.
Last week we talked about unexpectations then a question popped in my head, would I be at peace when something unexpected happen? Nah. I doubt that. Truth is my mind would be in constant turmoil thinking of how to handle the blow and how to face this new pursuit.
When James was informed that his shop was engulfed in flames. He was thrown off balance. Loosing everything, the sweat, blood, money was all gone. Everything was lost. He went from thinking of how to keep growing in business to how he would start afresh all over again. His peace was denied. How would he find peace of mind again and happiness.
The same day John went on one knee and proposed to his friend of three years. And beautifully she said “yes I will.” It was the most heartwarming feeling ever to those watching and such a big blessing & celebration for John whose heart couldn’t stop beating. *laughs* But later that night all the happiness disappeared. The sweet memory was gone now replaced with
“Everything is impossible” I thought when I went from smiling to being sober.
I cried. I cried like a baby who was denied milk and tenderness. My heart ached terribly, especially after I tried putting myself in those pairs of shoes.
You may be wondering why, just follow me and indulge you.
It happened after I finished reading Danielle Steel’s ‘Impossible’ and couldn’t let go the thought provoking and inspiring story. I remember Liam, the lead male character of the story saying the words “its possible” severally with such great belief, light and hope regardless of the impact of impossibilities surrounding him and the one thing he was fighting for. I also…