Wednesday 15 April 2015

The journey of a nascent entrepreneur continues...

So... I haven't updated you on my entrepreneurial journey so far, it has been full of ups and down  but all is well that ends well says the good book..

I can say for a fact that I have learned patience, resilience, determination and persistence in my one year of running this  bussiness. To other youths like me thinking of starting a bussiness just take the first bold step and put your all in it, be determined. Ps don't even consider quitting or giving up because I won't lie to you, it's going be tough but it will be worth it. I am not there yet but surely I will get there. I started with empty shelves 
But look where we at today
We are growing and expanding Everytime. I believe everyone who set his/her mind on a thing can achieve it no matter the circumstances... 

Monday 9 March 2015

Dark-skinned; "To be or not to be"

Among the many fads in Nigeria today is the desire for instant transformation from "black" or "dark skinned" to "fair" or "light skinned" or yellow pawpaw as we say in pidgin happening and is alarming.

More than 70% of the female and about 50 % of male population are caught up in the "bleaching fad” and now we’re gradually all becoming whites.

 Nobody wants to be black; nobody wants to be dark skinned and everyone wants to get noticed and what better way than to 'bleach’ your skin yellow. Infact we call the dark skinned amongst us ("the blacks" as we are called by the rest of the world) blacky, tinted, Dudu Osun and other names because of their blackness. Everyone wants to be noticed and I can't blame anyone entirely.

 As El-Nathan a popular satirist says in his tweets, the term black beauty is not a positive term; it's negative because they don't expect you to be pretty so when you are, they marvel. So if a dark person manages to be pretty, she gets singled out for praise after all she’s too good to be true.

This fad was brought about by deep rooted issues such as discrimination, the preferential treatment and attention the lighted skinned individuals get and in some cases self-loathing. The white man's perception has long brainwashed us into thinking "white" is superior, finer & chic and we have embraced that thought so much so that we are willing to damage our skins with bleaching or toning creams and soaps as some of us like to call it.

 So, yes we can be self-righteous and insult those who bleach especially ladies but we all reinforce the stereotype that fair is better. This open endorsement is visible in the media, runway, classrooms, streets and offices. Even in schools, teachers hardly flog yellow kids because they hold them in high esteem and don’t want to scar their “precious skin” but for us blackies, we are flogged without a second thought cos e no go even show for our body.

In musical videos dark girls are either back up dancers or good for the booty shots while the light girls are the trophy and likewise in offices and organizations.
So suffice to say that those who bleach are victims of a racist, colorist society and world, where white is more appreciated and admired. Not everyone can own their skin and be proud of it, say fuck it and not move with the trend. I know a lot of girls who held their own for a while but now they have all joined the band wagon of yellow sisis. The society ends up cracking some of us and we join the trend to blend. As my sister will say "don't you know light skinned people are finer or once you bleach you become finer than before"?! So for many women bleaching is a survival tactic, society hates their blackness (except they win an Oscar) and so they blend in by self-mutilation. Truth be told once you arrive this earth a dark person there are available remedies already to fix you, yet there is none for to darken people except those who tan. When the creams, soaps and injections to cure you from your blackness fail, you are advised to marry a fair person to help your generation. As far memory can serve me, being black has always being viewed as an epidemic that must be cured. 
 In my shop and hundreds others in the country, 70% of the soaps and creams are "skin lightening" "super whitening" etc and these products fly off the shelf, no sooner than its stocked.

 Darkskin shaming in a country like Nigeria is on the increase and the men, media and ladies are all team "light skinned" Infact you get more toasters, friends and compliments when you are a yellow sisi. The men will claim they love dark skinned girls but will notice and be interested in one fair girl before the notice the 5 dark skinned girls that have been in front of them the whole time. 
 The subtle and overt discrimination blackies receive in our society is hurtful because to the rest of the world we are all blacks and yet we discriminate against those darker than us, while admiring and worshiping light skinned people.  Some people come into my shop and say for a beauty regiment person I should be more yellow and I have to go I am ok the way I am, that's not to say I don't indulge in toning soaps and creams once in a while to maintain my color though,lol.

We have to be confident in our looks, appreciate, embrace and love it. It's hard despite all sorts of hype over the colour "yellow" trending now but we need to try because if we continue at this rate, there won't be a single dark skinned person left in Nigeria again.

Embrace your blackness, uniqueness and flaunt it don't let nobody tell you otherwise.

Thursday 22 January 2015

THE REALITY OF NIGERIAN ELECTIONS....

Growing up in the 80’s and 90’s ushered us into the era of cable satellite, which opened a world of possibilities for people of my generation who were hitherto surfed between local channels and video cassettes.

We were introduced to America in a new way, here was this country where meritocracy seemed to be rewarded and by the time we were full grown pimpled teenagers we met William Jefferson Clinton a.k.a Bill Clinton. He brought the theater of American politics which to us, seemed hallow, sacred and pure. The brains and words mattered, people were asking pertinent questions, words like deficit, government shutdown and impeachment filtered into our vocabulary and by 1995, Tony Blair had come in and we were all there to watch it all.

Yet back home we were living under a dictatorship and it was no illusion that our nation was failing, that nothing seemed to matter, our senses were attuned for better and that better was not home.. Our erstwhile head of state read speeches that were caricatured and our political parties of the time were “Leprous”. Enter democracy, we dared dream, a dream which since been dashed against the rocks of religion, tribalism, nepotism and any other “ism” that tears us apart. As I write this, I am all too aware that half of my state (Adamawa), Borno and Yobe are under siege and elections are in less than a month’s time and I am none the wiser whom to vote for. Every conversation about nationhood in my generation was shaped by an ideal and belief that every routine aspect of us mattered, yet that belief daily gives way to the reality of our negativity as it began to etch through our belief, which was erroneously based on fundamentals different from our country’s. Fairness and truth was more by the union jack and star spangled banner than our dear green and white. This was the reality for most middle class children and others.

2015 and 7 years after Obama made us the 'we could, wherever we were', speech.And I am asking can we? Can we speak about the shrinking economy to the populace? Can we the electorate grasp the reality of the drop in oil prices? Does anyone care about the North-East and it's tendency to experience unprecedented levels of human disasters? These I expect should be the issues that will dominate the topic of discussions in the forth coming elections, alas NO!!!

The discussion for our nationhood is going to be dominated by religion, tribalism and any other thing that will divide us further, which has since brought our nation to its knees and belly. The reality of Nigerian politics is that the conversation between the enlightened and rural populace, are two different things, while the elites deal with the ideals, the rural populace deal with the reality of living in nation with non-existent infrastructure, failing public health system and other failures of the state. The elites seek ways to be like their contemporaries abroad, the rural populace know only the hands they've been dealt. Rarely do the elites vote either through apathy or cynicism, the rural populace make up the votes and decide the fate of every election or that is why the message they hear is always about fear mongering and what they stand to lose and gain in accordance with their creed and race (tribe within this context). When Fayose championed the cause of “Stomach Infrastructure” during his re-election bid, it was a massive rejection the conversation we should have as a country, it was rejection of development. The erstwhile Governor Fayemi had developed the state’s infrastructure and education along the lines of teacher and content development but this mattered little, all that seemed to matter was that they didn't get what was due them in form of food and cash gifts. This desire to please the populace at all cost, to offer them a bounty, is one of the reasons Nigerian elections have become expensive. In the distribution and allocation of resources Nigeria has always race, tribe and creed, a pseudo-ethnic balancing, captured aptly in the Federal Character Commission; add this to the need to reject competence for “one of our own” indices and what you have is the recipe for the Nigerian elections. Governor Fayemi put it better when he said “Intellect is not supposed to be popular in our country right now. If you are an intellectual, you are an elite and an elite is what should be thrown into the dustbin, not to be associated with”. We must also understand that the Nigerian elite is distinguishable from the Nigerian politician, who can also be an elite in identity, that though educated and enlightened, it counts for little to be able to speak and articulate a position well, he must be able to speak the language of the rural populace and his uncompromising stand in speaking that language has continued to cost us as a nation. I must state as a caveat that leadership is not a product of enlightenment but it counts for the development of institutions and structures of national development.

The reality of Nigerian elections is that the people who matter don’t know what matters and this indictment is for us all. Because while we claim to know vote, we haven’t learnt to speak with a voice that doesn't exclude others and while those we think don’t know, know that with their vote, they will continue to exclude those who though deserve office, will continuously linger in the wilderness of seeking. A further damning consequence of the structure of our nation is that the center is far away from the people and with its mirage of glaring wealth, the rural populace feel entitled to whatever they can get during the election period. The Nigerian electorate must learn not to live in fear of being destroyed by the fears expressed by the Nigerian politician, that in a democracy, power is given in custody and can be taken away because we decide who gets into power. That there is no distinguishing between the rural populace and the elites in voting for a better Nigeria because Nigeria belongs to us all and this is what I THINK!!!!!

Article by Nasom Ngaro

Happy new year

I cant believe i ignored you for this long. I have been caught up between bussiness, work and all. 2015 is just getting started and my plate is already full but that's the way i like. The fuller the better, no time for gossip. oh well, when its on the blog then its allowed. lool I want to wish you a great 2015 filled with all the good things you're heart desires. I cant say how happy i am that we all crossed over especially those of us in the north east with the Boko Haram saga and the whole politically activities going on. We have lost lives, properties and peace since all this started, but i am positive this year will be better and safer and much more peaceful. Be safe, vote wisely and use protection. God bless you all and welcome to 2015, it will be a great year for us all.

Sunday 19 October 2014

55 Ways to Score Points With a Woman

I'm normally not the lovey dovey writer but I could be sometimes, lol. So, this write up is light n educating..... I bet we will have fun, Enjoy. 

Certainly the journey of creating a loving relationship can be rocky at times. We all have our love and hate moments for Bae. Problems are inevitable, but there are a couple of ways to score points with women. 

Remember small or big things each score points with the female folks, though the men forget about doing the small things for us and just focus on doing the big things thinking it will score them big points and wen she is not Happy or they start to have problems he wonders why. Oh well, your answer is here, you can thank me later. Lol 

This might not be the almighty solution but here are 55 ways to score points with a woman.... 
1. Ask her specific questions about her day that indicates an awareness of what she was planning to do. (It shows us u are attentive n sensitive) 
2. Upon returning home find her first before doing anything else and give her a hug (For those married or living with there partners.)
3. Practice listening and asking questions 
4. Resist the temptation to solve her problems-empathize instead. (Is not every time finding solution o. Hian)
5. Give her 20mins of unsolicited, quality attention(don't read the newspaper or be distracted by anything else during this time)
6. Bring her flowers as a surprise as well as on special occasions. (I know my 9ja men think we don't appreciate it but sm of us do, u can replace flowers wit a gift u know she likes tho)
7. Plan a date several days in advance, rather than waiting for Friday night and asking what she wants to do. 
8. Offer to make her dinner if she seems tired or really busy or just do it as a romantic gesture. 
9. Compliment her on how she looks. 
10. Validate her feelings when she is upset. 
11.offer to help her when she is tired
12. Schedule extra time when travelling so that she doesn't have to rush.
13. When you are going to be late, call her and let her know and when you want to cancel call and apologize.
14. When she asks for support, say yes or no without making her wrong for asking. 
15. Whenever her feelings have been hurt, give her some empathy and tell her " I'm sorry you feel hurt". Then be silent; let her feel ur understanding of her hurt. Don't offer solutions or explanations why her hurt is not your fault. 
16. Whenever you need to pull away, let her know you will be back or that you need some time to think about things. 
17. When you've cooled off and you come back, talk about what was bothering you in a respectful, non blaming way, so she doesn't imagine the worst.
18. When she talks to you, put down the magazine or reduce the volume of the TV and give her your full attention. 
19. Offer to help her do the dishes sometimes especially when she's tired.
20. Notice when she's tired or upset and ask her what she has to do. Then offer to help her by doing a few of her "to do" items.
21. When going out, ask if there's anything else  she wants you to pick up at the store, and remember to pick it up.
22. Give her four hugs a day...4 o
23. Be a good listener when she speaks 
24. Call her from work to ask how she is or to share something exciting or to tell her "I love you" 
25. When you are out and u hear her favourite song, call her and tell her that u just heard this song n it reminded u of her or place your phone where she can hear the song herself. 
26. Tell her "I love you" atleast a couple of times everyday.
27. Make the bed and clean up the bedroom.
28. If she does ur laundry you can turn the clothes inside out, so she doesn't have to wen it's time. 
29. Notice when the trash is full and offer to empty it.
30. When you travel, call to let her know that you arrived safely. 
31. Wash her car
32. Wash your car and clean up the interior before a date with her. 
33. Wash and shave your privates before having sex or put on a cologne if she likes that. 
34. Offer to give her a back or neck or foot massage( or all three)
35. Make a point of cuddling or being affectionate sometimes without being sexual, is not every time humping o. 
36. Take her side when she's upset with someone. 
37. Be patient when she's sharing. Don't look at your watch. 
38. Don't flick the remote to different channels after every five minutes when she is watching tv with you. 
39. Display affections in public... We love us some pda.
40. When holding hands don't let your hand go limp.
41. Learn her favourite drinks, so you can offer her a choice of the ones you know she already likes. 
42. Create occasions when you both can dress up 
43. Get tickets to go see a movie you know she likes or a show or something, 
44. Be understanding when she's late or decides to change her outfit: 
45. Pay more attention to her than to others in public. 
46. For those with kids... Make her more important than the children. Let the children see her getting your attention first and foremost.
47. Buy her litle presents-like a small box of chocolate or perfume.
48. Buy her an outfit( pls know her size don't buy a wrong fit)
49. Take pictures of her on special occasions 
50. Take short romantic getaways.
51. Let her see that you carry a picture of her in your wallet and update it from time to time. 
52. When staying in a hotel, have them prepare the room with something special, like a bottle of champagne or juice or flowers, candles etc.
53. Write a note or make a sign on special occasions such as anniversaries and birthdays.
54. Shower together sometimes, offer to shave her and wash her up. 
55. Treat her in ways you did at the beginning of the relationship. 

There are still 50 more points but this would do for now. Inspiration gotten from  Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. Great read between, With points from there and my own points I hope you find this helpful, ladies you can add your points and agree if I did right by you and Men you can learn from this 😁👍. 

Wednesday 8 October 2014

The shocking revelation and twist of events in Adamawa state.

The twist and turn in Nigeria's politics is just riveting. For months Adamawa state has been full of activities in the political arena, from the impeachment of it's governor to the swearing in of the speaker as acting governor, then the campaign and primaries for the October 11 bye-election. Which saw the Acting gov as the PDP's candidate and Mohammed Bindow as APC's candidate

The acting governor, Rtd. Ahmadu Fintiri won the PDP primaries and therefore is to represent PDP in the October 11th bye-election, all hands have been on deck with various road projects going on and other numerous abandoned projects from the previous administration. His team have been campaigning for months, security  has been beefed as police mopol's have been deployed to Adamawa state from all over the nation to ensure a free and free election come Saturday.

Everyone in the state was going about their bussiness, preparing for the elections after the struggle we went through for our voters card and the tight presence of security personnel causing traffic in the town. 

Just for the citizens to receive the shocking announcement today that the erstwhile deputy governor Bala Ngillarai who resigned during the impeachment saga is going to be sworn in as governor immediately, as ordered by the judge. With the claim that the letter of resignation he sent to the acting governor who was then the speaker of house of assembly is invalid.

I for one is confused as to why the letter was valid and even accepted months ago and suddenly just days away from election, this new evidence comes to play. Putting an end to any hope of election in the state, wasting the time of it's citizens and dashing their hope for those who Fintiri has captured their hearts with the tremendous work he has been doing. 

Is there foul play somewhere? Are they just playing politics with the citizens or this is truly the right course of events.. Only the politicians can answer. 

Tuesday 23 September 2014

In Solitude, We Write Our Lives...

Someone asked me recently about what it means to write or to be a writer. I am afraid I gave a very pompous and technical answer that did not answer the real question she was trying to grapple with. I should have said: "you are already writing and you are already a writer." Perhaps not with ink at the end but you are in a story and you are mostly making it up as you go along much like any book on any shelf of stories.

I should have said that the fascination for creativity can take away from many innate creative impulses and being focused too much on the way a book looks and feels and smells and sits on the shelf may rob you of the experience of reading the darn thing. The unexamined life, they say and perhaps rightly, is not worth living but neither is the over analyzed shadow of a life lived on hopes for the outside taste of things without the necessary joy in the inside flow of things. In short, it is far better to live than to wish you were living. Or put another way, it is a better preoccupation to apply yourself to the terrors and beauties of your own story than to wish you had a story. Of course you do. It is happening to you right now in many varied ways.

We live on a vain patch of the universe that is constantly elevating things out of proportion. We have eternity in our hearts so we constantly in the race to do immortal things. We are looking for relevance and power and security and purpose and that unique flavor of truth splattered on a thousand walls in a million cities:

“……waz here” or something to that effect. We all want to 'waz be here'.  So we make writers, singers, actors, scientists, politicians and activists as demi-gods to validate the human experience. We elevate some so we can deflate others and seek that elevation to keep us away from the latter group. So we can matter and be waz here. This might all seem sensible and pleasant as a humanist view of that greater life of meaning but as a general rule of living it, is silly. A general rule for all life must apply to all life. A society of classes of people cannot have a general rule outside survival of the fittest. Winners and losers are the very rule of the game. Man has yet to devise a system of life that creates value for one without robbing some value, or sense of value, from others. It will always be a zero sum game. Except to the winner and his caste. They will all rely on evolution. They will all say the poor are all lazy and the cheated are all dumb and the powerless are all naïve. The one that has his value taken is deserving of the loss. He was not a writer or singer or actor or genius or hard worker or leader. He was weak. He "waz not here."

This is not true. It may make us all sleep at night and not encounter the guilt of success but we have to give logic a holiday to truly believe that life is fair and people the world over get what they deserve.

I am a Christian because in Christ I find the ultimate counter-argument to the fallacy of success is good and by the way success is…

If God came to earth in the form of a tribesman to a group under the boot of an empire, uninspired, flailing, much invaded and much hated, what does that tell us about our worship of overt success? If he chose a carpenter and a maiden to raise him in relative poverty what does that portend for my ideas of generational wealth? If he did little until his thirtieth birthday and did everything for all time in three short years after what does that say of our worship of youth and our struggle for old age? If he died like a criminal, never had any money, did not command the respect of everyone who met him or left undisputed what does that say of our love of legacy and of comfort, of validation and vindication?

A correct appraisal of Christ leaves me with the scary notion that all the things I have been told about the general rule of living add up to a house built on sand. It cannot withstand the coming storm of eternity that makes everything new.

There is a life that is life. There is a book that is being written. We are all writers. It is not for the vain or the accomplished or the haughty. These things pass. It is for those we ache for something else. The life advertised in the most beautiful and horrific moments in life, it tells us of the beauty of orange tinted sunrises and the tragedy of murder: it says there is more and there must be more at the same time.

 By Forri Banu.  

 

 

Wednesday 10 September 2014

The Journey of the Nascent entrepreneur


The shop has been open for 254 days and during that period I have learnt so much about doing business in Nigeria, I’ve often wondered why the odds are so stacked against the little man or lady in my case. During these days I have drawn inspiration from everyone and everything I can find and this is including bible, bottles, sports, I have chanted and quoted every scriptural quote in search of a breakthrough in my endeavor to being the woman I dream of daily.

My shop is on a row of shops, located before the Police barracks, so I am a neighbor to the washman, a church, a fish seller’s shop and more. I have since formed a family with the aforementioned; we talk, laugh and share stories and experiences. I open my shop at 9 a.m. daily and close at 9 p.m., all the while waiting for customers to walk in and sample and perhaps buy my wares. I have a table, a chair and a computer, set up to give the impression of the office I want and so I act the part, all the while knowing my desires are a big purchase away. My office as it doubles, serves as a melting pot of activity for everyone, friends, customers and family. I have a cousin who serves as my assistant, seeing as I am the ‘chief shop sales girl’ and a retinue of fun. Typical days bring in customers, dry days bring in friends who won’t leave when it’s their time to leave but hey what can a girl do?

Few months after the shop was opened and there wasn’t an avalanche of customers, my cousin and I decided to do some mobile marketing with my cousin around various offices and I sold everything off my rack. So here with my car, cousin and prayer we’d go into the Yola sun and sell stuff, it was fun, we’d meet people, all kinds, answer all manner of questions, we were not going to get stopped by anything, failure wasn’t an option. We would come back and tell ourselves tomorrow would be better and it would be for as far as we believed it was.

The shop has an air-conditioner that should be powered by Nepa, more often than not, it never does get powered and I have to provide my own light spending money on fuel, servicing and dealing with the generator repair man, who is the only dark spot in my otherwise self-imposed optimism. He will take the generator and give more excuses than necessary, nevere fix it and all the while eating into my mearge profits. This is not to talk of the Police who double as our landlords and security, who come for ‘revenue’ at will and sometimes I wonder why. Least I forget the customers who will come and pick items saying am coming right away and you won't see them or your money till you chase after them or till they find you, weeks later. But all in all, am growing and learning the ropes and gradually making more sales with each new month.  If you ever nurtured a dream of owning your own bussiness, now is the time to stop dreaming and start doing. Goodluck 

Monday 25 August 2014

THE HUSTLE OF AN ENTREPRENEUR: PART 1

It is said that "every great work is a product of small beginning", which I believe, is the starting point of most entrepreneurs, though to each, it's own. 

The hustles and jostles it's pretty much the case of every entrepreneur and the challenges and hurdles they face and cross or still facing or either crossing daily to get to the apex is a concern. I'm certain, every entrepreneur has role models and mentors, but you know quite a few everyone can refer to such as Aliko Dangote, Mike Adenuga, Oprah Winfrey, Mo Abudu, Bill gates and Donald trump amongst others.                
                 
       I remember quite well when I started the whole "buying and selling" I was still a student in the University, my cousin introduced me to the FM(Federico Mahora Distrubution Network) business, she was hinted about the business in order to register and engage in but she was procrastinating and I on the other hand jumped at it without a second thought, went straight to the bank to make payment and then to the cafe to register and become a distributor. I Waited eagerly for my sample pack and catalogues and it was delivered to me in school after three days. I can still remember the excitement when I got the call from the courier guy and received the brochure preceding the product package. For a while, I kept on looking at the amazing range of FM products, browsed all the pages over and over and read the manual till I got an idea on how to go about it. 

      I started introducing the brand to school mates who were not familiar with it because it was a foreign brand and started convincing them to buy. Luckily for me, it was the month of valentine which created the right avenue to sell. I remembered having to deal with students who were eager to buy, as a result, ordered items to give their loved ones for valentine which was some few days away, even when I was yet to receive my products package. At a point I began to panic because my product was yet to arrive and the deal day based on order was near but I managed to call FM office only to find out that my products was sent to my home address in Yola instead of my school address in Abuja and the challenge of getting the package from Yola back to Abuja before valentine began. Fedex, the courier company I engaged was giving me the option of getting it after valentine because they don't work on weekends and every indication potrays that the impatient students will have me for lunch before then. Luckily for me on same valentine day, I got my brother who took control of the situation and extorted me for all it's worth to get the package to the airport and straight to Abuja through the immediate available flight. I got exit from school to the airport and got my package, it was indeed the most stressful day of my whole semester not to mention the cash I spent though I was a newbie, yet I didn't let it deter me. I got to school late in the evening and met some students already waiting for me in my room to get their stuff and hand it to their loved ones. I quickly handed over the items to the buyers, the worse of it was complaints from customers claiming their expectations wasn't met, some said the products appeared smaller than the were on paper while others said that some lipsticks and glosses weren't the exact colours that was on the catalogues. 

      I had to take the blame even when I hadn't seen the products myself prior to that day, I saw it on the catalogues same way they did and also got the shocker when it was right in front of us but as a business person, I had to absorb it all and apologize, concurrently, a friend intervened saying, "I , like them didn't have an idea that the products wouldn't be as big as they were in the catalogues and besides objects on paper are smaller than they appear" after the speech every one calmed down and left in good fate. I was happy and grateful to her and that motivated me. I continued my business in good fate for sometime even as a student but got lazy and sometimes unserious along the line, but I still had my stuff and could pick up and continue whenever I want. My school stage phased out and I proceeded to serve as a teacher in a secondary school so I had ample time to continue the business again. Along the line I got a job as a marketer to replace my teaching job but such didn't give me enough room to combine with the business so I kept it for evening after the close of work and weekends and at a point it became stressful to do both, eventually it got me into some kind of trouble so I stopped. While all these were going on, my best friend had opened her beauty studio and was taking her entrepreneurial journey to the next level so this got me thinking of running my own bussiness and becoming my own boss too. Thoughts of quitting my job came to play and unfortunately I got sacked before I got to the resigning stage. Frankly, I felt bad, just like a failure who couldn't handle her responsibilities well enough. I remember being indoors for days, I wasnt my normal chatty self, didn't even go to my friends room to hang out. I was lost in my thoughts, sleeping, reading and praying was all I did. Oops, oh and eating too. 

      Finally, it hit me that I had a shop I abandoned back home because of my youth service. Upon getting home December 22, while others were getting ready for Xmas, I got right to work collected the shop key, went and checked out the state of the shop and the next day I got to purchasing items to set it up with the little money I saved during service year. I basically couldn't afford too many hands, so I joined the hired hands all the way, until the shop was set to my standards but not really my ideal standard but that which the money available could afford. Afterwards, I invited my parents to see all I have done so far and I went ahead to ask for funds to start stocking the shop. Typical with most entrepreneurs, I didn't get the money I wanted but at least it got me started. Here I am with a big shop, two large shelves and one showcase, barely enough money to fill the showcase meaning anyone who was coming to Nena's world( that's the name of my shop) was practically coming to an empty shop despite that, I didn't relent. Now it was time for me to get back to Portharcourt to pack my belongings to relocate to Yola but I had to make a quick stop at Lagos to attend a convention and a friend suggested that while at it, I should consider buying other items to put in the shop. In my desperation and awareness of an empty shop. I asked my mum for a loan and an uncle gave me his window's mite which got me going but it could barely fill up one of the large shelves staring at me. With a glimmer of hope i got from the reverend at the convention I attended, I once again started soliciting for funds by calling everyone that had promised me money, but all I got was excuses. I started getting depressed but still manage to remain calm and trust in God for a way out, yet none was forthcoming so I left Lagos and came back home disappointed and bitter at the sight of my shop but my parents and siblings never stop ringing it in my ears, "start small , all great people started small ", " despite not your small beginnings " though some of the advice was born out of the fact that they weren't willing or didn't have money to give me to expand yet and I also didn't want to be ungrateful by pressurizing them, after all they tried. At a point I got thinking of a way out, so I resorted to picking old and forgotten products, empty containers and packs of products from the house to place in the shop in order to make it look less scanty. It was still far from looking full yet my sister kept adding to the pain by asking me almost every blessed day on how I will feel if a customer touched an empty item, as my sister she would feel embarrased, as a result, I should stop such. I will just laugh and say i will exclaim in surprise " what? When did this product leak" I'm really sorry for that." Until it happened one fateful day and I was embarrassed and ashamed but I managed to voiced out an excuse for that. I braced up for days after and kept at it even with the lack of customers among other challenges small business owners face daily, every money I got was channeled towards growing the shop, every thought was directed towards the business and then I understood what my boss was going through when I was unproductive or not bringing in the "big bucks" to the office and he was suffering from lack of money to pay salaries and run the office efficiently. I just couldn't afford to be lazy or relaxed because their wasn't any salary at the end of the month. What you sow is what you reap is the case when running your own business, so I kept trying harder and every item I sold I invested the proceeds back to the business. 
Am still not where I want to be but I'm not where I used to be, it gets harder at times and i feel like quitting, heck, I even second guess my decision sometimes but since quitters never win, am still pressing on. Still learning and growing, hope you are too? 

"Capital isn't so important in business, experience isn't so important, you can have both of these, what is more important is ideas, the ability to start something and the spirit to keep going when the tide is rough." and to always trust in God to see you through.

Wednesday 16 July 2014

So for people of Adamawa state, yesterday was a remarkable day, a day that the Governor Murtala Nyako popularly called Baba Mai Mangoro was impeached. Some people called him 'Pharoah' lol. There was massive celebration following the heavy security presence in the state earlier during the day. To make the celebration joyous, salaries of eager n waiting civil servants was been paid yestaday which totally improved the mood of the state in general. The speaker house of Assembly was sworn in yesterday, he's going to be the interim governor for a period of 3months. All I can say is I wish him luck, trying to right some wrongs. And for Adamawa state citizens, I hope things become better and turn out for the best for us all. Cheers

Monday 10 February 2014

So today I started a new phase of my life, asides from my love for media, writing, presenting. I've also got a flair for business. The female Dangote things *smiles* And today I kickstarted a project I have been working on since I was in school. It's called Nena's world, our services includes selling of perfumes, cosmetics n home care products. Feel free to drop your suggestions of good products you have used and enjoyed, so others can also get to have the same experience.. This venture doesn't mean, I'm going to ignore my blog or ignore you. We still have a long way to go. Have a great week.

Tuesday 28 January 2014

Enough is Enough Boko Haram has dealt terribly with the Nigerian nation over the years.. Recently a church was bombed in a local government area in Adamawa state, injuring and killing some of the church members. And also a village in Borno state, which has become more like a regular occurrence there. My concern lies in the fact that the north is made up of Muslims and Christians together, and so therefore ridding the north of Christians it's going to be impossible, if that's the plan. But the truth is Muslims have also lost their lives since this Boko Haram saga started. A lot of Nigerians and even the president claim it's a political move and he knows those behind it, which is the more reason why it bothers me. Why would politicians continue to play with the citizens of this nation, killing innocent people just to pass a message or to cause chaos and mayhem in the state that will benefit them and their pockets. And yet the masses keep hating on one another as if they are blind to the gimmick those top shots are playing on us. My question is when will this end? Is it when everyone is death or when they people responsible for sponsoring this madness achieve their aim? Or when the president and law agencies make more efforts in curbing the situation? Or when Nigerian masses speak a word of truth to themselves and say no to being used as an agent of destruction, just for the financial benefits they derive from it? Or when we stop playing religion and think of each other truly as our brothers/sisters that we need to protect and look out for?

Thursday 23 January 2014

Nigerian Anti-Gay law, which could imprison gays for 14 years is no longer news in this country. It has been a topic of discussion on both traditional and social media in the country. Bringing about a lot of protesters and activitists clamouring for gay people's right. Recently a group of Nigerian celebrities have been actively involved in the fight, though the claim they are not gays but are just fighting for the gay people who can't speak up for themselves. And today in bauchi a principal and some students were stoned to death because they are homesexuals. Is this law for the good of Nigerians or is going to bring about more violence in the country? Please readers, make e no be like say we sef no join mouth 4 dis issue, what is your take??
Happy new year fam, I will like to apologize for my long absence... Sorry o. I have been caught up between my service year and a job. But that's all in the past now, this 2014 is 4 me and you... Hope it's starting off on a good note for you... This year we will have loads of fun together and I promise to be consistent this time around

Saturday 29 December 2012

Am back!!

I will like sincerely apologize to u ma reader, for the long silence. I have been caught up with school work and all. Writing ma projects and trying to round up my BA and after which I was posted to port harcourt for my youth service and I have being trying to settle down. But now am settled and back for real. Compliments of the season to you.

Monday 11 June 2012

Ali Baba and Karen Igho start radio programme



Ali baba GCFR of comedy and Karen of Amplfied are both set to start their own radio show. The Ali Baba show on 99.3 Nigeria info every week day frm 2-4pm, while karen's announced  that she's coming up with hers on Naija FM.
Way to go, but i thought Karen was supose to start a reality show.




















Sunday 13 May 2012

Our own very sexy representative in d BBA star game.

     
I really didn't know shhad dat ass on her. wish u n u're sexy body luck in d house. 

Photos from the set of Ruggedman's video shoot for 'Because of You'

   

    


For a while  Ruggedy baba seems to have been quiet, but from news reaching me he's been working on new material and experimenting with new music. He has recorded songs with 2face, Djinee, Reminisce and is working on one with fuji artiste Saheed Oshupa.


He has also been busy shooting videos. Photos above are from the set of his music video for 'Because Of 
You' ft 2face and MI (From the Untouchable album), coming soon!
All i can say is dat dey are looking good.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day!

I want to wish all the mothers out dere, a special happy mothers day, for everything. God bless you all.  Especially my mom.

Gov Fashola flies father abroad for medical treatment

                                 



The governor flew his sick dad, Ademola Fashola, to the US last week for medical attention for an undisclosed ailment. Pa Fashola was said to have been accompanied to the US by two doctors from Lagos state, one of who is the Medical Director of Ebute Metta Health Centre, Dr. F.O Williams. 


I guess the crisis rocking the state's health sector doesn't affect him personally. Of course it woudnt.