THE KENDER BRAND

              This Meme best explains the story         ................................................................................. Just after dawn on Friday morning as the clouds over the east brightened from pale blue to white, Chioma who had called at her work place early in the morning to excuse her self from work on the grounds of being terribly sick packed her things excitedly into the brown leather box.  She had planned for this vacation with her boyfriend for so long and finally they got consent from work at the same time. Her's was not always a problem since she was a junior staff and could be excused from work if the reasons were cogent. Tunde was supposed to pick her from the house that morning in two hours time. She lazily sat on the beamless couch at the side of the bed reminiscing on how they met. A colleague at work had invited her for her boyfriend's birthday and since it was on a Saturday, She willingly accepted to go.  She was

We have always heard the phrase ''work hard and you'll be successful. If you didn't........I did. Oh! I did. And a lot. My dad always told  my sister and I that the key to success was hard work. He painted success from a book worm's point of view. My sister and I believed him so much at that time cause he was our role model. We looked up to him. Suffice me to say, my dad is a very intelligent man and he knew a lot of mathematics. I guess that was our bases for embracing him as a role model. We wanted to be as intelligent as he was or even more. So whatever he told us we took hook line and sinker. From childhood we were groomed to work hard so we could be successful. At that point, my definition of success was having a big car and a big house all to myself. It felt so good reminiscing over my car and big house as a child. I would solve my math, read my books and story books/novels my dad gave me cause he drummed into our ears that success c

WHO DEFINES YOU? Very easy to answer and yet so difficult to prove. Often times our words mock our belief system or our way of living. Let me tell a little story to buttress my not yet established point.  When I was a teenager, I had little or no knowledge about who I was. I was bullied by my seniors in school and most times the fear to get out of trouble took a toll on me. I became more conscious of pleasing ''them'' instead of becoming my own person.  Worse still, due to puberty and feminine growth I had acne which were not seasonal at all but rather constantly popping out in large numbers.  I was always questioned about the appearance of acne on my face which I had no control over. I was pitied instead of being related with like every other young girl growing up.  Over time, I became so uncomfortable with the never ending questions and pity faces that greeted me all the time. Unknown to me my self worth was fast depleting.  I became nervous

 Look in the mirror, what do you see. A beautiful person who would have been more beautiful if..............                           ''The skin was lighter               ''If the butts were bigger                ''If the thighs were not so thick                ''If the natural thick hair was straight and silky              ''If the muscles were bigger or If I had six pack (for the men) We have so many definitions of beauty and frankly speaking we would embrace our unique individual beauty if the options were not given.  Imagine a world where everyone looked the same. No one will have to complain about being short, fair, fat or even black. (It would be boring though). I believe in diversity of beauty and appreciating each type of beauty. Since there is no standard of beauty, who or what compels you to compare your self with another. Who ever told you that you are Ugly? Who defined you as not good looking? I

                                        PART         ONE  It's my story and I want to share it. Probably to lighten my burden and cause I deserve a fresh start.  It all started on that fateful day. My world turned, the clouds over me got dark and my thoughts got darker. Living became such a burden and my whole being yearned for vengeance. You may wonder why, wait until you hear my story. I had just returned from school. I was in primary four at that time and I knew a lot of things in History cause my History Teacher had a lovely hand writing even on the chalk board. Since I loved his artistic writing, I enjoyed every bit of the class.  It was hot outside and my heavy school bag had given me a new walking step. Sagging down to my waist, I had to constantly push my butt up to give my waist rest from the heavy load.  On my neck hung a little pen with an inscription ''Hello kitty'' written on it. My best friend had given it to me as a ''

              I sat at the edge of the the couch with my head raised up as I admired the chandelier. The center table was made of glass and it spoke class. I took my time to mentally calculate the worth of the furniture and the art work hung over the wall. My mind could not stop thinking of the strange fact that I was sitting in a stranger's house.  ''Not a complete stranger my other self quickly responded''. But that couldn't calm me down. The disagreement in my head went back and forth until he appeared again with two glasses and a bottle of wine.  I was impressed, its my favorite wine. ''How on earth did he know'' I though as he handed one of the glasses to me and poured the content of the bottle into the glass leaving it half full.  I was eager to drink it all up when Tracy 's loud voice startled me ''What if the drink is poisoned'' ''But he opened it in front of you'' Lucy qu

How does one differentiate between ambition and impatience? Generally speaking, we all know that it's nice to be ambitious (but not overly ambitious cause too much of everything they say is not good), but care has to be taken that impatience is not mistaken for ambition.  So let's quickly define the two terms so we could get a clear picture of what each talks about. Ambition  is the desire for something that usually confers distinction. Literally it is the desire to distinguish one's self from others. While impatience is the eagerness to begin a thing or to achieve something.  In both cases a desire has to be birthed. Usually a desire for something or someone as the case maybe. When desire is followed up by hard work, it could still be taken for ambition which is evident in the outcome.  But before the outcome how can one be ambitious and yet not slide into impatience.  SIGNS THAT ONE IS IMPATIENT ANXIETY: When a desire for something is embedd

She pulls his shoes, gently removes his socks and makes him lie down on the grass. He reads her a story while she lays on his chest listening attentively. She called it "couple squat" She shops with his credit card and does not only buy stuffs for herself but gets him a tie to say thank you. He hurts her and she does not pretend not to be hurt but expresses her annoyance and yet when he apologizes she forgives him. She remembers everything that was talked about at dinner and gives an accurate recap on things said. She does not stop at that, she goes ahead to give her own suggestion on how he should go about the issue.      I could go on and on recounting the events and happenings between "the pretty woman and Mr Edward and I wouldn't stop. Most of us are familiar with the movie "Pretty woman". Its quite an old movie but I recently got to watch it again and I did learn a number of things I would love to share. It beats my imagin

Sunrise, sunset. Dawning of a new day Dusk of a hectic work day Maybe work Maybe work search or nothing at all Sweat rolls from the faces of men Stranded in the heat of the African sun Pockets run dry Inflow of cash not determined Choices are made from conditions Conditions which we have no control over. To all these, hard work is the answer Life to some is a lovely view of the ocean. Bathed in golden shafts of sunrise. To some, life is a dark slippery road with no direction. Nothing is equal.  Even our fingers are not equal Some work hard all day long yet makes just a little Some work just very little and  yet make so much The unbalanced issues of life. Life is unfair says a trader Striving must continue Strive hard fellas Work hard my friends Hard work we  must pay as a sacrifice Though not being exactly the answer to all situation But hard work we must engage Our hopes are raised that one day Just one day, th