THE KENDER BRAND

I was recently reading an article online (Bella Naija), and the girl was seriously stating the crazy things that men make women do all in the name of  ''keeping my man''. She wrote on how she was asking a male colleague of her's what he wants in a girl. The guy conclusively said he was looking for a model, a girl he would be proud to display to his friends with all her 'assets'. The lady asked him if he was not interested in the character of the girl or her personality.  The colleague was bold enough to say that she has to be classy and worthy of being flaunted (in my own words) before he would consider her character. I kept on shaking my head for this guy, but that is what he wants though. Our dear lady went ahead to write on the crazy things men make women do, ranging from the fake buttocks to the fake hips and breast, showing off the expensive bags and shoes including the hairs just for ''my man'' to be proud to flaunt me.   Haba!

I kept turning restlessly on the bed. I would easily pass for a watch woman except for the fact my duty post was in my room and on my bed (heheheh). I had looked through my room a number of times and I had lost count. Thanks to PHCN and their faithful nature of always giving us constant power (you'll know that's an irony especially my fellow Nigerians). The noise in my stomach was something else. It sounded like soldiers on the parade ground and each time the commander shouted halt, the whole force comes down on my stomach. (You can imagine this kind of terrible feeling by 12:44am). I kept blaming myself and the new diet plan I had specially formulated for myself. The whole fitness conscious thing was taking a new toll on me (hunger and inability to sleep at night). I was really determined to have a great bikini body (oh yes!) and it was depriving me of sleep (please don't laugh at me). I was suffering from hunger induced  insomnia, then I heard the dog b

                                                           .                       EPISODE 2                  She felt helpless as the nurse was about to tie down her hands too but she begged her not to ............I  promise I wont move or touch anything, I swear.  It felt like she was being tortured and the nurse wanted to punish her for going through with the abortion. The doctor exchanged glances with the nurse and nodded as he put on a fresh mask. "Relax ma'am, its going to take just few minutes". She felt the anesthetic jab into her sharply and she wanted to scream but the nurse gave her an angry look. The world seemed to have turned against her again. She was about to kill her only family. Suddenly she heard the sound of the machine. It sounded more like a vacuum. "What is that?" She asked with her eyes wide open and leaping up in a half sitting position. She felt a sharp pain around her cervix. "Its a vacuum the doctor respond

I was sitting at the balcony of the male ward two when I noticed her. She was full of smiles as she narrated her story to the other women sitted with her. She lit up the whole atmosphere with her laughter and smiles. I couldn't stay all by myself so I had to join them. She quickly noticed I had drawn closer and gave me a knowing look, signifying I could come closer if I wanted to. I enjoyed her stories and most of all I enjoyed the way she laughed at her own jokes. We all had one thing in common, we were taking care of either a relative, sibling, husband or even a friend. So we usually sat outside the balcony when the doctors were on their usual ward round to crack jokes or tell our plenty stories from the past. We did this just to lighten out burden of being surrounded with sick/wounded people . The first day I joined my brother at the hospital was on the 20th of September. The previous day was my birthday and I was shocked when I heard the news of his accident. Nobody

                                                                        EPISODE        1 ............................She stood tall and elegant infront of the mirror, tilting sideways to get a better view of her back side. she was not impressed with what she saw but she was late for work. She gently took her hand bag and slide her phone into the side opening. Rushing outside, she quickly stopped a taxi. She had forgotten to take one last look at her room, otherwise she would have remembered she had left the case file on the side mirror stool.    She got to the office few minutes late and that was unlike her. She was very good at keeping to time. He was there at the reception patiently waiting for her. She walked pass him and handed her handbag to her secretary.    ''Remind the mechanic to pick my car from the house and email the rest of the staff for the meeting. she stepped into her office amidst the secretary's persistent reminder that someone was waiting for her. Sh

Hey Guys! It's Friday and the week is almost ended and we are moving into a new month (so excited, Xmas is just around the corner. Who is so excited with me?). I wanted to write on one of my many wedding dramas but I guess that story has to wait.         I was recently talking to a friend of mine when he passionately mentioned that he didn't believe in "After life compliment". He worried that people wait for odd times to do something nice or even say something nice. At people's funeral, the eulogy would be so passionate and awesome and perhaps they never got the chance to say so many of those beautiful things to the person. Dead people don't hear, instead of waiting for odd times like that, sieze every opportunity to say something sweet to someone. Generally people feel so good when they are paid a compliment. Even sadists would admit to that. Paying a compliment to a person or showing gratitude is a huge sign of humility and integrity. It takes a

Hello guys ! I have decided to make Thursdays a ''relationship talk day''. I'm really not an expert and I just know very little on relationships, but that 'little' may go a long way in helping someone.                          I was travelling early last month and I came across a book. The name was so funny and alluring that I just had to buy it. Why Men Marry Bitches by Sherry Argov. (You'll should read the book especially the ladies. It's really nice.). Even with how voluninous the book was, I finished it in two days. It was quite educating.                         After digesting the contents of the book, it kept me wondering about so many things. The book majorly talked about how to get your man to propose and giving some exclusive relationship secrets. The author was wise enough to teach ladies how to silently manipulate a man into popping the question. (I havn't tried it out though which explains why am not married yet...heheheheh