Thursday, 3 December 2015

MY Job MY Colleagues

Excuse my absence from my blog... I got a job July 2014 that occupied my life in a hotel where i work has an admin staff...

dealing with human ain't an issue task, we got people from the 36 states working other one roof and what do you get when you work with people with different dialect? trouble............

 regardless of all that, i still love my job because i get to mix and talk with people everyday and learn new things.

Now permit me to introduce to you my colleagues... i call them my colleagues of life. they just have a way of making my day whenever i go round to check on everyone of them. they all got different characters which is amazing.

Human resource mama who checks and bal everyone

the youngest in my unit... always has the right word for every conversation


PORTER... he never wanna be absent from work

BAR MAN... he serves me the best juice

Housekeeper...she never want to be cheated

Pastry chef.... he added to my weight gain

Griller... he needs t be back to sch, very smart

the sexy market that can't be called by her tribal name

the nutty driver

the madam herself... always dressing to kill for her purchasing jobs

the one face housekeeper...

the flirty receptionist

the strictest auditor

the fine boy porter

the profession of laundry

the iron store lady

never a challenge in he's  life

the albino waitress

got the best voice in the game.. sponsors pls look out for him

the gentle front officer..just got married

best looking waitress... always smiling

... every body loves Rachel

the smartest waiter... my waiter crush

the only edo girl i know... 

the meticulous lady

just had a baby

usain bolt wannabe

cook... i love he's food

gardener... the only old personal in da building

the french guy...

dan guy.... need to go back to school
these are the few i can post for now... by their faces you should know what i meant by my caption...


Wednesday, 30 April 2014


The other day someone critisized my writing, saying i should leave the country if i dint like it.
I love Nigeria with all my heart, we are rich people. We are rich in culture, style, taste, food, nature. I love Nigeria because true Nigerians are strong, talented, goal getters, achiever, doers.
But my dear adviser if i get a coloured passport even a lil different from the green i own, i will leave. For you see my dear, the Nigerian Dream is to survive.

Today my pain goes out to the missing girls, how can anyone in authority or power sleep, how can we continue to live like its nothing but a leaking tap. I dont get it o! My tears cannot be dried, till the children return home.
I dont see anyone getting away with 200tubers of yam without a death penalty laid upon him by the farmers. How did we get to this point. We have become such savages that we harm the veryones we claim to protect. We instill fear on the nation.

No my dear, this is not a country Lanre wants to stay in, it is not a country you should stay in.
How is it that we watch the news make side comments and continue our meal or whatever we are doing?
We have voices that we let only our walls hear, in matters like this, these walls hear but turn deaf.
We have so many questions who do we ask?

I am in such a state of confusion that i dont know what will happen next.
How were those kids moved, in sacks like garri or on a brt bus? How many people  moved these kids? Where are these kids that no one can hear them(i think of the chatter and screams of my lil cousins when they are in the house and cant imagine them in 200). Like i said the questions are endless. Am worried when my boyfriend lives the house in Lagos, am worried when my mother goes to the market in Kaduna, am worried when my sister goes to work in Abuja, am worried when my bestfriend lives the office to go home in Port Harcourt.
It could have been anyones kid, it could have been anyones sister or niece or cousin. Lets bring these girls home. Lend a voice till you are heard, breakdown deaf walls and let your voice travel to the ears of change, to the ears of action, to the weapons that will bring them back.
I dream of a Nigeria with a fair chance of survival.

The Hustle

All doled up in nice clothes, a pint of bold colour, moist coloured lips ready to part in a laugh but in a constant up curve. Perfect nails, just the right amount of fragrance, to leave a sweet remembrance, midheel matching shoes, to make a run if need be but really to be comfortable climbing up and down the flight of stairs or walk the long distance to the guy you seek.
Ready for whatever attitude comes up, armed with all the documents and answers, the bull is going down today, and the roast we must eat.
And even though all calls, messages and emails have been ignored or treated with one liners, the walk in is tall, the rehearsed annoyance at the tip of the tongue, to dish out firmly but softly with a stern smile.
The accounts are reconciled and yes you are right but no money yet, 'give me a call next week' he says as he stretch's into a more comfortable position in his chair. You thank him for the audience not the help cause you are no closer to what you went to achieve, he closes your file as soon as you go and another heap grows on it, no roast today('hunger, hunger' the screams in my head)the call next week will involve introductions of who you are and interogations on which invoice for which job, by which point am thinking if he has alzheimers how does he find his way to the office each day. Finally he recalls the facts then comes the story, someone who has the most important signature is either on leave or just resumed.
The unwritten rule is the more you are in their face, the closer you get to your money. If you have got a big trap, you have to set it right to catch the bull, if it backfires, your invoice gets chucked. The hustle continues insearch of common cattle or land birds just cause the hunger must be fed. 

Sunday, 6 April 2014

My Invitation into the Typical Lagos Saturday.....

My cousin is a typical lagos boy. I see him on saturday morning when he says he is off to a wedding and i dont see him again till very late that day or the next day. I ask him everytime, where do you go. Well today i got introduced to it.
We started with a young couples wedding, it was simple and drama filled. We shared a table with Ok bakasi and danced to songs played by a confused DJ. Yes it was fun, we ate very light(chinese rice and fish). The bride and groom jolly and inlove. Then dearest cousin whispered that he is going outside and to meet
him there in a few minutes.
There he said off to the next wedding. So we get here, am whoa, its biiiiig, its bold and its merry. I looked for the couple tire o, when i found them my eyeballs popped! They are way above 40! Am like, is this renewal of vows? This was totally different from the 1st, we had all sorts of food around, ewa agonyi, yam porride, ofada rice, small chops,  fish and chips, the regular jollof, fried rice n moimoi n chicken, all the mouths were moving in all directions. The drinks, that 1 i cannot begin to mention, they were all here. Coolers of food and drinks were going under tables o. Souvenirs moving up, right, left, centre and down. Music here was a band, and all the geles and caps were moving, bumbum's shaking, hands in the air, all ages rocking. Its about5.26pm at this time and dear cousin whispers we have a naming ceremony to go to. Am like when, and he says today. Not long after, a family friend came to announce that they have another event. When we get outside, we have drama from the local drummers, they sing and drum till money cones out, poor cousin had to drop money! The funniest part is  uncle's (cousin's popsy) driver was drunk mehn!!!! As in saying jargons, cant count drunk!!! So now, this is how, we move on to the next party. This party is calm, the older folks are outside. Us 'youngstars' settle in the sitting room with drinks, smallchops, rice, ps4 and gist.
And thats how the day ended, stuffed, tired and the hum of 'Aye' in my head.
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Monday, 17 March 2014

Lanre worries...

First time fuel hunter
I have been hearing about scarcity of fuel and the long standing queues. Thanks to my short distance i have been saved so far. Well today!!!!
If you know my country then you will know that our main source of electricity is generator hence hunger for petrol is multiplied.
We started looking for fuel for the generators, 2days ago, armed with money, jerican and a tip, we came back just as we left.
By yesterday, desperation for electricity kicked in, we loosened the fuel tank of the generator to take to the fuel station to buy the fuel.
Today, with my red blink, i went to queue at 6am.
1st of all, as a first timer i refused to believe the queue was so long, so i moved forward till reality hit, luckily, there was a bank infront and the poor fellow 'queuers' left space for easy access for the bankers, but JJC  Lanre used the opportunity to shunt the queue. Within seconds the danfo boys where ready to harrass, the lie came rolling out before i knew what was happening, i was telling them how my new born is home waiting for me with the help of passersby, i was allowed to stay on that queue.
Now that am on the queue, the real prayer starts, please let me buy fuel before it finishes, please let me buy fuel before it finishes. 2hours later, it is my turn to buy fuel and i ask the man, can i buy in jerican he says no, i give him the am ready to pay extra look and he completely ignores me. Then i try the blackmail tactic,'mister i have seen people go out of here with fuel in their jericans, dont tell me you dont sell in jericans'. He asked me to ask them how they got it, well that got me to shut up, fill my tank and move on.
I tell alot of people, i am not Nigerian. In my country we are fair. In my country we have basic needs of livelihood available at a price, yes but with ease. This country i live in though makes it had to be productive. All the sense of creativity goes into the fight to survive.
All the energy for labor we fight our neighbors for their lil bits.
In my country we struggle for success not survivalF6F0AAD3-BD24-4E7A-AAD2-7B3643CF635F

Friday, 7 March 2014

I can't see

I cant see,
I have been blinded,
I cant see,
I have been robbed of my sight,
I cant see,                              
I have been served with darkness.                              
I can hear though,
I can hear the last cries of the children before they die from the very metal that should protect them
I can hear the anger from the man who was just robbed of his last coins from the very man that should protect him
I can hear the fear in the voices of the young graduates posted to lands known for haram instead of halal
I can hear the anguish from the man that lost his wife and unborn child to the very place supposedly known for healing

I can feel too
I can feel the agony and pain of those whose families take a trip(by air/road) and end up in heaven
I can feel the depression of the aged who  have to fight for their retirement funds
I can feel the annoyance of the labourforce as their taxes has reduced their standard of living

I cant see,
The veil of bloodshed blinds me,
I cant see,
PHCN has robbed me of my sight,
I cant see,
All other means of replacing PHCN has kept me in darkness.

I cant speak
I have lost my voice from screaming
Is it the constant noise from the generators that stop you from hearing me?
I cant speak,
My saliva has gone dry
I cant speak
The fear of loosing my tongue

Though i am handicaped,
I feel the need to make a change
Me and 1000s more,
But what do we do,
Short of wiping out a certain generation of greed,
Short of singing the anthem of exile in one voice,
If this be the solution, then comes the question,
Might there be a seed planted in the generation of the new, that carries likness from the greedy?
What is the average Nigeria dream?
For without the dream, what are we moving towards.

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Saturday, 7 December 2013

breath taking ' Art works' in Abuja,

stopping by a bazaar where i when to assist  a friend  in selling some goods.. there i came across varieties of art works which am going to share with u... i hope u tell me the ones you may like?

hand made laundry baskets

canvas/paint drawing.

hand made craft work

metalic artwork..(this represent a king and a queen in benin city of ' edo state'

old nigeria currency in coins...

cowries were the first currency spent in nigeria

this art work represent cultural dancers in the yorubaland

was amazes to see natural stones n different colors... they are mostly found in the norther part of nigeria.

my shadow also featured has an art work..

thats a wooden snake.. beautiful piece

colorful broom sticks