The Jonathan's - Who is the better leader?

I watched a clip from Mrs Jonathan's meeting with Channels TV on the internet and i found it very amusing how she always manages to drop some sort of bomb every time she has a public speech. Chai....

Although this is a very serious issue, but as Nigerians we can't help but joke about everything...Right now, the new slang on the lips of every Nigerian is "There is God o", "All this blood we're sharing" etc...
Yes, even I have used it a couple of times and had a good laugh about it.

But then I stopped to think about it.

Mrs Jonathan has managed to get so much done in a few days with the gathering of her little meeting and her display of emotion.

Not withstanding her grammatical bombshells, i must say she has upstaged her husband who has been speaking to the media for 3 weeks but no one has actually understood one word of the mumble jumble he's been saying.

This brings me to wonder,which one of them is the better leader ?
Sometimes I honestly wish Goodluck Jonathen were like his wife.

That being said, Its almost four weeks and our girls are still missing. The whole world is protesting and hash-tagging #BringBackOurGirls. Nigeria is on all news and social media network. America has stepped in.

Yes, we need help in Nigeria and I don't think we should be afraid to ask for it.
#BringBackOurGirls

Missing Malaysian Airline Passengers- DOA (Dead or Alive) ???

 

Its been 3 days since i saw the shocking "Breaking News - Malaysian Airline Missing" on bbc and honestly i just thought - Oh, they will find it! But unfortunately, we're still on the matter.

239 people from 14 nationalities (153 Chinese, including one child, 38 Malaysians, 7 Indonesians, 6 Australians, 5 indians, 4 French, 3 Americans including one child, 2 each from New Zealand, Ukraine and Canada) have gone off the radar. Nowhere to be found!

How is that even possible???

My heart goes out to the distraught families waiting for answers and thinking of the worst. I honestly cannot say i know how they feel, no-one does.

And i must say, the media is doing nothing but making things harder on the families,having tons of cameras flashing at the faces of people in distress is just messed up.

At this point there isn't much to say. 

Join me in praying for the families of these people, that they somehow find Hope and Strength to overcome this uncertain trying period.

That time of the year...

Now, this blog post was inspired by the grandmother mosquitoes attacking me in my room this humid night, i call them "grandmother mosquitoes" because they are immune to odomos (if you catch my drift).

I can't sleep, Hyderabad is hot, very hot... Its 32 degrees during the day and 24 degrees at night, and of cos i always have the ill luck of living in apartments right below the terrace.In fact its that time of the year when you drink water like a fish and still never get satisfied.

Now i'm not just here to rant about terrorist mosquitoes or the weather forecast.

February has always been an amazing month for me, in fact in the last 2 years, I've had awesome stories to tell about February - My Birth Month. I feel really blessed to see yet another year and i thank God for the amazing people in my life right now.

Though everyone gets excited when their birthdays approach, but sometimes you realize the older you get, the less excited you become (speaking for myself). Although, right now i should be reminiscing about past birthdays, what i did last year, planning my birthday this year(i'll leave the last one to my room mate) etc but all i can think about now is digging out all my summer cloths from my closet.

I mean, who thought i'll be in India when i'm 1 quarter century?

Looks like the mosquitoes have found someone else's blood to suck, i should sleep now (drinks water).
GOODNIGHT WORLD
NAMASTE

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.