CHRISTMAS...TO CELEBRATE OR NOT? (IN PIDGIN)

Good day my people!
E get people wey I wan dash human rights now...
If you know say you sabi when you born, that is, you no depend on wetin Nurses, doctors or your maleh or paleh tell you...let me see your hand.
If you don raise hand, I don dash you the right to take argue the actual day when Jesus born.
If you never raise your hand, you don dey argue....you no get right to argue the day when Jesus Christ born enter this world.
The Day when im born or why we no suppose celebrate am, how e take bother you? The important thing no be to remember and appreciate how im take die come save you? And to remember how im die, you gats remember why im take born....na why Christmas come dey.

Yes, na that day them been dey celebrate sun god. If you born come hear say na the day wey you born them been born one kind masquerade join, you go change birthday abi? Or you go just talk, "anh! wetin concern me? I dey celebrate my own birthday".

Even though some people don de over-rate this Christmas, dey concentrate on how to chop chicken, wear cloth, forget the main essence of Christmas....you wey remember, no be say you no fit celebrate Jesus everyday of your life oh, which na the gong gong thing, but you no see say e  follow good for all CHRISTIANS in unity to choose one day to celebrate and thank Baba God? E no fine so?
Baba God give us im only pikin for Christmas make im come die, so that you and I no go suffer....no be good thing?
You no dey hear "Love came down at Christmas"?
Abeg, my brothers and sisters, no carry your own belief and judgment come confuse another person. You have your own, I have my own....if you wan tell me wetin you dey believe, you fit tell me, I go choose whether to listen or not, no force me, no be fight.

Whether Christmas na 25th or no be 25th...whether Bible talk say make we celebrate the day wey Jesus born or not....Jesus born, come live, die for me, now I be free person...I go celebrate am, thank am join, Baba you too mush, you don do me well.

As for the argue argue people, House of Assembly, House of Reps, dey find people to bring ideas, to argue make our country better….no come facebook to show your 'debater' skills...even when you know say you no suppose argue.

Finally, if you wan celebrate Jesus’ Birth personally, do am….if you wan celebrate am with everybody, you dey free…if you no wan celebrate at all, you kukuma dey free. We no dey quarrel. Na so one guy talk say "Whether or not you celebrate Christmas, it isn't a guarantee to enter Heaven's gate, so why bother?"

#ikor #word

PREPARING FOR NYSC CAMP

Congratulations to all Prospective Corp Members getting prepared to serve the Nation soon. I just hope this post helps.

 

LIST OF THINGS I CARRIED TO CAMP

16 Photocopies of Statement of Result (Original and Photocopies)
16 Photocopies of School ID Card (Original and Photocopies)
24 copies of passport photo (or even more, it is more costly if you take it on camp)
Original & 16 Photocopies of Call-up Letter (The original copy will be taken and not returned to you)
10 plain sheets of paper (I carried, just in case)
A Pen (This should not miss from your bag, lots of signing and writing)
Stapler with your own pins (To staple one pin cost N10 in camp)
Glue and Tipex (You may need to erase anything while filling the loads of forms at camp)

N/B: The 16 copies were not collected in my camp, but my friends in some other camps say they were collected.

OTHER ITEMS:
A Cardigan (optional)
4 Round-necked white T-Shirts; This is what you will wear throughout your stay in

A POEM: SAYING GOODBYE TO MY CDS GROUP

There were days we talked about it

For one year, we saw it and we had it
When I look back
All I see is love and warmth we never lacked

Though this end days feel like ice
And I am afraid we have to take the slice
I have to tell you that missing

NYSC: MY STORY

N.Y.S.C = National Youth Service Corps

National Youth Service Year is something almost every graduate looks forward to. As a secondary school student, I always admired corpers in their outifit (the khaki and crested vest). One day, I came across a picture of my parents during their service year. I saw a picture of my dad walking a rope, and my mum scaling a fence, service year scared me a bit, then I was told it would be during the camp. I began to dread the 3-week camp and managed to make findings on how it was like. About a year after writing my final exams and anticipating service year, I got my call up number, packed my bags and braced myself up for Service year.

THE CAMP

I had made a comprehensive list and when I showed to my Dad, he asked, “is this for just camp or for the whole year?” However, I got everything needed for camp and ended up with a big box, even when my Dad complained it was too big, I didn’t mind him. It was a 3-hour journey from Uyo, I had mixed feelings, I was really nervous.

On reaching the camp gate,

20 QUESTIONS FOR PLUS SIZE LADIES

I got this questions from a magazine, I can’t remember which, but I just feel  I should answer them too because I am also a plus size (US 16).

WHAT’S THE WORST THING SOMEONE HAS SAID TO YOU ABOUT YOUR SIZE?

I met this woman in the market and she screamed, “my goodness! You look like a Michelin tyre”.

WHAT’S THE BEST THING SOMEONE HAS SAID ABOUT YOUR SIZE?

Best thing? Some people say really nice things about my size…

OUR E-FRIENDSHIP (3)

I tried calling the number it was off. I tried searching for him on Facebook, it’s like he blocked me. I just accepted my fate, maybe he was not the one for me.

I showed Dara the text, before I could say Jack Robinson, Dara said, “Oh goodness! I am trying so hard not to say, I told you so” and burst out into laughter.

I just asked, “Dara, why don’t you just wish me well?”.

She came to where I sat in the room and hugged me and said, “Oh no, Sis! I love you and I wish you well. Don’t worry a better guy will come along, trust me”.

I just pretended to smile and hugged her back.

Smith never called or contacted me. It took me 2 months to forget about Smith.

4 months after the-Smith-incident, by then I assumed he had gone to Germany, I had a 7a.m. lecture. While waiting for the lecturer, I quickly got on Facebook, I saw a notification, from my school's Discussion

OUR E-FRIENDSHIP (2)

I began to plead, I told him I was really sorry, and that I did trust him but I just felt that seeing him with other people around at that time wouldn’t just feel right. After about a minute of silence, he said, “baby I forgive you, I have taken back everything I said to hurt you, but please don’t do that again”.

I breathed a sigh of relief, he added me again on Facebook and we had chatted for 3 hours, before I finally slept off feeling like a burden had just been lifted from my chest. The next day, I called him as early as 8am and asked if we could meet, he said he had a lot of his family and friends to see. That we could meet by 4pm. I went to school that day, so excited. When I told Dara, I was going to meet Smith that evening, she just said, “Whatever!”. Next thing I heard was that we had a fixed class from 4pm to 6pm. What??? I thought to myself, “Dara is the class representative, I bet she will help me on that”. When I approached her, she said, “Hehe! That lecturer may give test oh, you better attend”.

“But I have a date with Smith”, I replied.

“Has he set a venue for the date?”

“No. But he is going to”

Dara retorted, “Okay, if he loves you like that, tell him to come here to school and wait for you and pick you up after the lecture”.

I didn’t feel that was right, but

OUR E-FRIENDSHIP

I logged into my Facebook account and saw “one new friend request”. I checked up the guy’s profile, his name was Smith George and from the profile I realized he was doing his BSc in London and his family was based in Germany, bla bla bla.

Well, I accepted ;-) The guy was very cute from his albums.

We began to chat, our e-friendship grew by the day. It was from there I got to know he was born in Germany, raised in Nigeria and went back to Germany when he was 10years old. He told me about his family, that his father worked in Nigeria and that he retired before leaving for Germany, his mum owned a clothing line called Farshun in Germany, he was the last born in the family of five, the third boy and from all he said, they were well-to do. I told him about myself too….but since we never met, I was careful not to let out too much information. I never asked him for his cell number but he got mine. He used a Blackberry and said I could text him anytime of the day and he would receive it.

Two months after, he told me he had just finished his BSc in Imperial College, London and was coming to spend 6 months in Nigeria before going back to Germany. I was super excited. He finally got to Nigeria

I TEXTED YOU, GURL!

Mabel, Edikan and I went to the administrative block to register for the session. While we were on the queue, I was just asking Mabel, “chic, were you high last night?”, she turned, looked at me and laughed.

Just then, one neatly dressed guy walked up to Mabel, and started 'chyking' her. I pretended not to hear what they were saying, but Mabel was just smiling and laughing. Then it got to Mabel's turn...she went into the office to register. Omo! This guy saw another fine chic, went to the gurl and started 'chyking' her too...asked for her contact. I was like, 'whaaaat!???? Na wa oh'.

I quickly pulled out my fone, went to my Whatsapp and typed in Mabel' profile, 'he is chyking another chic oh'.

She replied, 'seriously? Hmmm....'.

And I typed, 'this guy na wa oh, even after chyking you ' and pressed the SEND tab.

She then replied and said, 'which guy?'.

It was my turn on the queue so I didn't reply the message, I went inside the office, while Mabel came out. Few minutes later, I was done with registration, and Edikan went in. I came out to meet Mabel arguing on the phone with someone, I just waited while wondering what happened. Immediately  Mabel dropped the call, I asked her what happened, she said, 'hmmm....that was Derek, he is asking me who 'chyked' me this afternoon, I told him no one, then he asked me which guy talked to me last, so we started arguing. I am thinking it's Edikan that told him about the guy that 'chyked' me".

I asked, "why would she do that?" 

Mabel replied, "you know Derek is her cousin na".

"shuo, cousin ko, cousin ni".

Just then, Max came strolling by, and I just thought, arrrghhhh...this nerd, this guy! and before I could spell, ANNOYING backwards, Max shouted 'hey Christy'. I excused myself from Mabel and Edikan; who just joined at the spot we stood, and went to meet Max. Max just went on bla bla bla, with his boring gists. I got out my phone and typed on Whatsapp, 'this guy is always so boring', pressed SEND to Mabel. I noticed her type with her phone but she didn't reply my msg. After I finally got rid of Max, I went back to Mabel and Edikan.  Mabel said, 'Yoohoo! He let you go so fast..sup?', I replied, 'is that why you didn't reply my msg?' 'what message?' 'come on, I am sure my messages got delivered on your whatsapp' 'oh that! I thought I told u' 'That? Is your phone bad?' 'Nope, I forgot my phone in Derek's car when he dropped me at home last night'

'whaaatttttttttt???'

10p.m. the Previous day:

“Hey babes”

“Yes dearie”

“How are you na?”

“Just fine oh”

“I went out with that guy yesterday”

“which guy?”

“the one we met at the mall, that his elder brother was trying to toast you na”

“Okay, Okay! So how did it go?”

“Well, I enjoyed the date”

“You went to his house?”

“Yes, oh! But it was just a date, nothing more”

“Did you guys have sex?”

"*shocked* Mabel, if you are high, better go to bed :-D. You know me better na”

“Did he touch you?”

“Okay, Mabel, that’s enough…shey you have gone clubbing again with that your alcohol-addict boyfriend called Derek. Goodnight, we’ll talk when I see you in school tomorrow”.

MAKING A COMEBACK!

*clears cobwebs*

Oh, finally!
Yeah, it has been a long while. I am so sorry for neglecting this blog of mine
*dodges spider web*
I have to dust my blog a bit *coughs* and clear the air.
The truth is I am a shy person, but I am working seriously on that, I love to express myself more in writing.
If you are just visiting my blog, it is because I have never told anyone about it. I would really love to say thank you for checking out this 'almost nothing' blog of mine. But, I promise to fill you in very soon with my exciting stories.
From now on, my pen, paper, phone, PC are on standby....no dulling!!!