Anger Management 101

Have you all noticed that many Nigerians, rich or poor get angry too often?
When discussing issues, we drift from the topic and start insulting each other...

I live in a society where i get angry at at-least one thing EVERYDAY(i still got angry today), and Nigerians are seen to be angry, aggressive,loud and malicious people. In fact a colleague at work where i intern once said these words to me "Hilda, you are a very angry girl," and i thought for a minute, am i?

Yes we all know the society in which we Nigerians come from, we complain "Our government officials and politicians steal from us everyday, nothing seems to be going right in the education, aviation and power sector, it makes us MAD," bla bla bla... Honestly it's all become a cliche! it doesn't matter anymore. 

If we lack respect for one another, how can we have the courage to work together?

This ANGER issue, raising ones voice, speaking defensively and name calling is really getting old. It's time we drop this behavior because no matter how old you are, I think it's childish to get angry too often even at things one can just smile and walk away from.
It's sad that many Nigerians have adopted anger and confrontation as survival mechanisms, neglecting how deadly anger can be.
ANGER destroys LOGIC.
Chances are that those who get angry too often hate themselves sometimes, and project hatred towards others (this hatred comes from lacking the will power to control anger), experience head aches, high blood pressure, anxiety, have contributed to a riot or one day will contribute to a riot.
Bottomline, anger is not a survival mechanism. Just because people around you are angry doesn't mean you have to.

It doesn't cost a thing to smile! I rest my case.

#Behappy

IndianLife - LagosLiving: HomeSweetHome

Phewwwwwwww *sigh*.............

That's all i can say and do after living in India aka (the land of bhayal) for almost a year. Trust me, it had(or using present tense)/has its ups and downs like y'all must have seen in my older posts.

First of all..... i'm happy i spoke with some of my friends today via Rynga voice call , Skype, Facebook chat e.t.c . All these i haven't done in awhile...(Helloooo, I'm in Naija) NO INTERNET WAHALA
At least that's one of the things i love about "Incredible India" - INTERNET.

My first week back in lagos, everyone did nothing but laugh at me. why? because unknowingly, i bobbed my head(like the indians) when talking. I almost started saying "Only" at the end of my sentences sef.

Anyways so far, so good, living the lagos life is priceless i swear down. Hearing conductors yell

"Ojuelegba, stadium, barracks" (and the best part) "Wole pelu change e o"- (meaning enter with your change) made me smile with all my 32 open, the woman next to me in the bus looked at me like i was crazy, for my mind i was like, "madam na you sabi o"

Going out wearing tank tops, sleeveless tops or shorts without having to grab a scarf to cover up so i won't get eye raped by the bhayal's on the road makes me thrilled.

The pleasure of entering a buka (roadside restaurant) to eat my favourite amala with gbegiri and ewedu and orisirisi meat like pomo and saki (which is now annoyingly overpriced) just makes me love lagos the more.

What haven't i mentioned? Suya, Nkwobi, Gala and yoghurt, Lacasera, Dodo....the list is countless. Chaiiii.........There is food in lagos ooooo, i don chop sotaee my belle dey sweet.

But truth be told o, food in lagos is expensive jare. ahn ahn ,  1 yam -N600 ,  5 tomatoes- N200, even water to drink see cost- i no fit cry. Its not only food o, talk of transportation, a bus from Ikorodu to mile 12 is N300....chop money for India!!!

Irrespective of all this changes and inconveniences i can still sing"Lagos, i'm loving youuuuuuu ehhhhhh" (in olamide's voice).

Although, In less than a month i have to be back in my good old Incredible India - I can wait.

There's so much i want to say, so much i want to do, so many people i have to see, but all in a very short time only.
What to do?
Abeg my Internet is running low, Challo.

Namaste.

Love/Hate Relationship...

#Vexingthings

This picture you see reflects the expression on  my face as i write this. STRAIGHT FACE. One of the kids on my street who always says "Hi Diddy" aka (Hi Aunty) to me whenever i walk up the street saw me today and immediately shut her mouth.

I woke up today in high spirits, ( had a pleasant weekend), studied a little, did everything on my To-Do list, until i saw a message "Exams Postponed".

 Why would a university postpone exams a day before the exam? Are they learners?

I'm beyond pissed!!!.

Anyway, i'm not going to talk too much because i was talking to a friend at church on sunday and she said i've been bashing India lately. Today i'm not bashing India, i'm bashing the Brilliant Moron's who  decided to postpone the exams till the 30th of April when we have 2 weeks free.

Seriously India could be amazing, but we're still not on the same page. Our relationship is definitely a love/hate relationship.

#MyArmsAreFolded.

Summer-Time in India a.k.a Hell on Earth...

Before i came to India, people say "summer-time" and i just think,(ok shebi it's just when rain does not fall and small sun comes out), but this past two months has shown me what "summer-time" really means.

First of all, the heat in my old apartment can fry a stone, due to the fact that i was  right below the terrace, the sun heats the terrace during the day,and (days when i'm unable to wet the terrace) i suffer the heat at night, and it feels like the sun just started shining.

I have to shower like 5 times daily, sometimes i even shower more times than the muslim's pray daily. and then at night before i sleep, i have to sprinkle water on my bed (it would now be like i'm bed-wetting) or else no sleep that night.

And then luck happened when i moved, cool house, enough ventilation, 3rd floor, everything is fine apart from the craziness of some people in my area.

Can you imagine this evening, i was going to buy foodstuff with friends, i gently came out of my gate and i felt a stone hit my arm, i turned back and saw to small rats giggling and BOOM i went all crazy Lagos girl on them, they were so lucky they started running - them for see craze.

Anyway back to my summer story, it rained yesterday to the delight of everyone and it was sooooooo cold and cool until we saw sun today and it became summer again,(sad face).

Anyway i just had to write and vent, in this India eehn, Summer Time should be otherwise known as Fire Time o.

India and it's everyday drama....Oh Boy!

This India sef. wetin i find come here? There is too much wahala attached to dealing with Indians i swear down. From House owners to auto drivers, shop owners, plumbers and all the bayal's in this city..

Ok so i just moved into a new house and i was excited about being in a cool and less expensive house with a new room mate, not knowing that this first week was going to be a stressful one.

 Dealing with the internet company engineers who try to exploit me for cash (am i a learner?)although i still don't have internet and the house owner and tenants who keep watching me and my rommie like a watchdog  to see if we'll bring a boy into the compound(If you don't already know, no1 rule in my new apartment is - NO BOYS), it's all just so excruciating.

I just want to YELL.
 Its bad enough that my spoken English has gotten really bad, as i have to breakdown every word i say to most Indians so they can understand me, its worst than my Nigerian pigeon English .

Not one day goes by without drama, i tell you - but all in all, shebi na me enter plane come here. :(

What to do?

Happy Easter Everyone

               Happy Easter to all my friends and family members, both near and far away.

I know it's been awhile i updated my blog, but a lot has happened between December and now, i must say the past 3 months has been very very challenging but all in all it has all been worth while.

Although this is one of my most boring Easter's ever, from writing exams and moving (or shifting as the Indians would say) into a new place.... God it's been excruciating. 

I'm not going to say much right now, i just want to wish y'all Happy Easter and pray that his blood atones for all our sins and grant us our heart desire.

AMEN