8 Things Being broke will Teach You

If you have ever been broke before then like me, you must have found these times in your life to be a blessing in disguise. Every time I have ever had less money than I needed, and come out of it, (thank God) I find that I am a much better person emotionally and financially.
I’d share with you 8 of some of the many things I have learned from my not having enough days


1. Double your Hustle

When you are broke, you are reminded to work harder. But remember that working harder isn’t necessarily increasing effort in the same thing, it might just be improving efficiency or changing your modus operandi.  Imagine spending 3 more hours at your job but being hardly efficient at it. You would be wasting your time and deceiving yourself that you are working hard.

2. You can Rediscover alternatives.

Being broke and/or in debt is a good experience for anyone. This is a time when your true animal instincts are heightened and your need for survival is challenged. Your creative juices would surge within you at this time, and ideas for how to make things better would begin to seep through your subconscious. Ensure that you are open to these insights and be willing to follow them when they reveal themselves to you.
Maybe you would realize your monthly paycheck isn’t at all enough for your needs and you have to indulge in a new passion or take on a second job. Do that.

3. All your Friends are broke too

When you are broke you are likely to want to place a call to all your friends, well the ones you can trust, to take a loan. What you would find out is every time, every single time you are broke, they are all broke too. Nobody ever has money when I need it from them. It is crazy. Well with an exception of two people who would always find a way to make something happen, all my friends have one situation or another they are dealing with just in the time I need their help.
Does this happen to you?

4. Being broke doesn’t mean You are not Rich

Being Rich or Poor is a state of the mind.
If you equate your wealth or your self worth with how much physical cash you have, then the minute you run out of physical cash, you feel less of yourself. A big chunk of your self worth is cut off and you drag yourself through the mind demeaning experience of feeling insecure. And money, on some level is really just that, an object of a false sense of security and on some level, power.

When you understand that it is not money itself that makes you rich, but who you are and what you have to give the world, then you can begin to see how it is very important that you begin to control your mind and change your thoughts and perceptions on money, and on a different level, work on increasing your self worth by improving the value you bring to the market place.
I am Rich, not because of how much is in my bank account or not in my bank account, but because of the invaluable gifts I have been blessed with and will always inherently have, if I nurture them.
When I give or share these gifts with the world, giving value out, I am recompensed in its physical materialization which is money.
Does that make sense? Do you get it?

I think, If you keep looking at this image, Money would flow to You. LOL

5. All you really need is food, Water and Good people to talk to.

Aaarhhhh! If you have ever been really so broke, to the point where all you can think about is food and water, then you know what I mean. And bad as e bad, if you cannot afford food, then hopefully God has blessed you with some good friends with whom you can laugh over your situation.

6. You don’t need a New this, and another that

We can become prone to spending even when we do not really need the things we are taking off the shelves. When you do not have money to replace your things however, you begin to come up with new, ingenious ways to re-use and manage your old stuff. And if you successfully get through this stage, you would find yourself cutting back on unnecessary expenses when the time comes to spend.

7. You are financially illiterate

From being very broke at one point in my life, I finally came to the grim realization that I knew nothing about money. Of course I knew what investments I was going to make and what I needed to buy, how much I needed to save, and bla bla, but when it came down to it, I was still financially illiterate. Financial literacy I have discovered, is not necessarily something that is taught in schools. Schools teach you how to go out and work for money. They fail to teach you how to create wealth and make money work for you.
Being broke has shown me just how much of an illiterate on the subject of Money I have been and you might find yourself in the same boat too.
If you want to get ahead in life and really begin to succeed in pulling in money on some higher level, then your knowledge of money has to improve. Educate yourself. Find books. Buy books. Read them

8. If you create Value, the Money would come

You come to a point in your life where you begin to realize and truly understand that Money is given you in exchange for the value you put out or have been able to earn for yourself.
That said, your business should be about creating and maximizing the value that you bring to the market place, offering your gifts to the best of your ability.
What you want to do is really focus on giving value, become passionate about that and let it be what drives you to do what you do. The money, would come, when you are ready for it. Give and you receive. You give some kind of value and receive its physical equivalent which is Money.

These are just a few of the things I have learned from my broke days. Now do share yours please.
Have you ever being really broke before? What has being broke taught you? I really want to read your thoughts and experiences, please share in the comments below!

                Love,

#EvaDaily On Eye exercises, Sex and the Rain

#EvaDaily  Sun July 19th, 2015

12:00PM  *H
12:02PM Words flow to me continuously. There is always something to write. You just gotta choose what. This is something I tell myself.
I write about everything. I try to. There is something in everything. So I read about everything too. I just like to know. And for some reason this flowery glass cup I just put in the toilet fascinates me and I am sitting here in the toilet admiring it.

12:06PM
And smiling to myself. I am happy. A lot of things make me happy right now.

12:08PM
A thought comes to me every two minutes.

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**12 16PM
A thought comes to me every minute. Reading this till 12 17

□12:24
I am saying to myself this image comes to me. □12:35 This means I am doing eye exercise now
□12:36
now doing eye exercises
□12:37PM I am saying to myself I can see clearly in the name of Jesus Christ. I tell the world that I can see clearly in the name of Jesus Christ. I am happy now that I can see
□12 38PM I am happy now that I can see clearly in the name of Jesus Christ. I am smiling so hard because I can see clearly in the name of Jesus Christ. I am still sitting in the toilet
□12 39PM Going back to eye exercises. I remember watching this on Youtube. something called Baits  method. I’d give you links below.
□12:40PM Back to eye exercises. Repetition tells your brain that you like what you are doing and you believe it. If it isnt eye exercise go now and keep on reading below. If it is eye exercises for Myopia, go back to top.
□□12:43PM Now doing eye exercises trying to pick the letters off this note while holding my Samsumg Galaxy S5 a little far away from my face. I am not saying you can only use a Samsung Galaxy for this
□□12:44PM For this exercise, I am just trying to let you know the kind of Phone I am working with now. You can use any phone you have.
□□12:45PM My Oga Peter C. got me this phone. For no reason. Just take – dash! Not because it is your birthday, but because it is phone. So dash. New phone.
□□12 46PM Ha! May we all have the kind of Money that will make us be dashing people phone for just dash in Jesus Christ name. Amen. I read this over for the next one minute  □□□■ 1:46PM I got stuck here at 1 45 and had to read it for one minute till 12 46! See the time above 12 46. If i take out the double number 2 I am left with 1 46 which is the time now!
□□□■Oh shit!!!! It has begun to drizzle!! RAIN!!!! YES LORD! I am going to baff in the rain!!! Yes!!!! So excited.
□□□■1 48 Now time for shower and bath in the rain. Rain Rain Come Come! My Lord please, Send down the raaaaaaaiiinnnnnn in Jesus Christ name. Amen
□□12 47PM Now reading 12 46 and believing it in Jesus Christ name
□□12 49PM Doing Eye exercises with my phone pulled far away from my face with I read this note.
□□12 50PM I am saying to myself the image becomes clearer to me in the name of Jesus Christ. So the trick I have found is in trying to see a second inage in the first image clearly
□□12 51PM Because my Samsung Galaxy phone is smashed, the screen is large and the glass of it reflects images like a mirror I am able to fit a lot of different pictures on this mirror and even use the cracks on the screen as new points of focus.
□□12 52PM Back to eye exercises still stitting on the toilet
□□12 53PM Choose to focus on the other image instead of this notepad on your phone. The notepad app I am using is called color note and I got it off the play store for free
□□12 54PM I think the color of the note might be a great factor in this exercise. Mine is currently a lemony sort of green as against a normal plain background.
□□12 55PM Oh shoot  I should probably try to do this eye exercise by changing the color to blue or purple. Something in the blue family sha. I never really was sure I could tell purple from blue growing up as a
□□12 56PM child. I always just told my friends, “You see this bluishly-purplish color? Yes this one, the hints of blue and purple is quite captivating isn’t it? I am quite sure you can work with any color you have in the blue family though.” At this point I very well would have left my friends quite frankly and so despondently confused, while concealing my ignorance of the clear difference between blues and purples.

□□12 59PM
Back to eye exercise
Try to see as many images as you
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can at a time. Taking your focus from the phone and letting it settle on the next image you can pick on. So first you hold the phone slightly away from your face
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Now while holding the phone away from your face you try to look at it as though you were looking in between your eyes
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Looking at the tip of your nose. Try it now. You notice that everything directly in front of you that you can see
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immediately doubles. The closer it is
□□1 04 To you the easier it will be to make it single again focusing as though through one eye
□□1 05 When the image settles on the left side you are working your right eye and vise versa. I just tried it now.
□□1 06 Now because my Samsung Galaxy screen becomes a sort of mirror, I can see the window behind my head as I am sitting on the toilet.
□□1 07 through my mirrornized phone screen, I am trying to see window clearly when I make my phone single after it doubles at 1 03 above.
□□1 08 Read over from 1 03 while putting my phone away from my face to a nice comfortable
□□1 09 Position where I do not have to squint or strain my eyes. Remember as you do this exercise you are saying in your head, this image comes closer to me in
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the name of Jesus Christ I am so grateful that I can now see with my eyes in the name of Jesus Christ. I am smiling throughout. Back to eye exercise. Try to see window behind in the mirrornized phone screen
□□1 11 It doesnt have to be a Samsung Galaxy. Use whatever phone you fancy that can become a mirror
□□1 12 Shooooot playa! Any screen can become a mirror. Back to exercise. Take phone much further away than the last time you want to always make sure you are using
□□1 13 something far away. That’s why I love using the clouds too. The vast colors in there. Plus it almost feels like you are
1 14PM Looking up to God as you say the prayer in your head.
□□1 15  I would go shower after this exercise
□□1 16 When you cannot see too images anymore it becomes easier to select something else in the frame as your new image.
□□1 17 Back to Exercise.
□□1 18 All the while saying I am so grateful I can see clearly now in the name of Jesus Christ. Remember my first encounter with this name? Or rather the first time I decided to deeply ponder upon it
□□Then my beloved neighbour Mr Abimbola gave me the book “The name of Jesus” by Hagin and a beautiful black Bibleto go with it. The best gifts this year. Thank you!
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And I couldn’t help wondering, Could it really be??
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Back to eye exercises. Try to pull the doubled images away from eachother as far apart as your eyes can diverge them
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They get to a point where your eyes can hold on to that focus comfortably enough to puck on another object it can see in the space. Rem
□□1 23 Remember you are look down as tgough looking at the tip of your nose
□□□■1 29 The trick is to try to focus on a whole new image after it has become single.
□□□■1 31 Getting up off the toilet going to have my bath.
□□□■1 34 God works in mysterious ways. Sometimes you just gotta trust him and let go.
□□□■1 35 One thing leads to another in the strangest of ways. All you gotta say is Baba I let you
□□□■1 36 Take control. In Jesus Christ name. Amen
□□□■1 36PM I give myself 5 mins to read this note over beginning to end.
□□□■1 37PM 5mins is not too much time to dedicate to Reading. 5 mins kwa?
□□□■1 38PM Tony Robbins does say very often, if you don’t have 10 minutes you don’t have a life. Imagine what you have if yoi do not have 5 minutes to read. To read. To read!!
□□□■1 39 Okay lets play a game. Indulge me here honey please? Now just read up. Look at the time on your phone. Mine says 1 40PM. Id do a capture sceen.
□□□■1 40PM So here’s the game go up top read to bottom. Do it in five minutes. when I do mine i should be on 1 46. Id do a grab to show you where i stop. Go up. Read!

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I am saying to myself this image comes much closer to me. I can see so many other images in tgia one image. And because the Samsung Galaxy screen is so large, I can fit a lot of different images

**12 26P
E too sure for Mr Peter C. You know that God has sent

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God positions his appointed ones for you. When a man can meet your requests at the time of your nee.

**12 28
May you always have enough to meet each one that comes to you at the time of their need.

**12 29
That you have enough to feed your family and the birds of the air. To give some to your neighbours and even the dogs that you rare.

**12 30PM
I am praying for somebody : Oreva
Dear Lord I thank you for Or

**12 31
Dear Lord I thank you for Oreva in the name of Jesus Christ. And for his gift of music. His quickness, his fluidity, his genius.
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I am reading 12 31PM till 12:33
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There is a power that repetition has. An intense gravitation towards that which we seek. So I am going
**12 34PM
Reading this note over
**12:17
Now doing eye exercises with notepad on Samsung galaxy till I am tired
**12 :18
While I do eye exercises I am saying in my head, very confidently. I can see with my eyes in the name of Jesus Christ
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I tell the world I can see with my eyes in the name of Jesus Christ
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It is about seeing from the inside so you can see on the outside
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The trick is to try as much as possible to make the object in front of you become doubled. Like hold a finger up. Now try to look through the center
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Like you were staring on top of the bridge of your nose. I am reading this note over from the top.
12:12
It is quite fascinating how my estate is soooooooo incredibly quiet right now. No light, no generators on and the only sound is the constant chirping of the bird I hear afar off.
12:13
Because it is so silent I can hear myself so loudly in my head. I hear what I want to say to myself. What I want to say to the world. I have so much to say. I really love the silence!!:
12:14
It is a thrill what tranquility can bring you, a pleasure not many can afford. But few like us, the heavenly father has
12:25PM
Going back to read this note from the beginning
I am using Chimamanda’s Americanah for eye exercises while I read this note till 12 30
**I am constantly telling you what I am saying. The reason I am talking or writing or rapping is because I know. And I know I know because I have experienced it. I do have a lot of life experiences to share with you.

12:04PM
 I want to see even more clearly with my eyes. Dear Lord Jesus I thank you for my eyes and my vision. I can see on the inside. Hence I see the outside

12 05
I read 12 02 over and over till 12:30PM while I sit here taking a shit.

💌1:55PM
She liked sex. in a weird sort of way that it was just a showing of love. A genuine showing of “I care about you” whether the person she fucked understood that or not.
Most times the men in her life usually did. They unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor in that low sort of way that said “I am not flinging it, I am just letting it slide down nice and slow. Usher”
But sometimes a few of them didn’t, especially the most recent, the one she couldn’t take her body off of like the gods had stuck them together with spiritual glue. He just had a way of pulling her bra towards himself from behind her so roughly and tightly that she choked both from the flattening of her breasts against her chest and losing air into her throat as his other hand would have found solace in her neck. This too, was a showing of love for her. She had a weird way of interpreting love and the way a man fucked her was a good way of telling.
This bra strangler did a sure darn good job. The only thing she hated was the guilt afterwards. How many times was it that she woke up the next morning sad and bitter and shamed by it. Guilt had a way of holding her and pinning her down in a bed of sinking sand.
And she would say she was sorry. To whoever it was that truly listened to her when she looked up with her palms clasped in prayer.
Sex.
It used to make her feel very good. Pumped.
Now it just didn’t do that anymore. She’d had enough for two lifetimes and she was barely a quarter century into this present one.
She wanted more. Her soul, or spirit- these terms she used interchangeably with ease- wanted more.
2 05PM

3:15PM

E: “I do not consider myself a Business woman. I am just a Nigerian Woman. I see business in everything”

#EvaDaily On Chimamanda Adichie, to marry by-force in Nigeria and my Mom’s makeover

#EvaDaily July 18th, 2015

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I am listening and reading Chimamanda
She says she laughed a lot while writing Americanah
I want to start cleaning my house at 10:00AM
I want to buy water.

Chimamanda: “I grew up a person who loved books. I yearn as a reader. human beings books
I write what I like to read. I find the reading of it as a reclaiming.
I wrote it because I wanted to – on ‘Half of A Yellow Sun‘. I get royalty checks from my works.
The voice of the blog was free.”

10:14 Beginning cleaning my house out!
**been cleaning and listening to Chimamanda.

Hicks: “If you are doing less than loving whatever it is you are giving your attention to, you are not who you were really born to be. Negative emotion means you have pinched yourself off from the wonderful being you were born to be
You are where you are. I am where I am relative to all things.”

4:55PM
Finally finished cleaning. I am happy with the result. I am moving into a new house. It is such a very beautiful apartment with beautiful colors and trees and flowers!
I am going outside to finish Americanah in the next hour. I write by 6PM till 9PM
I am very happy with myself right now and my results so far. I even had a bath and got my makeup done – Just because. I love the look too! Should take a picture.
4:57PM taking selfie

5:02   *H
Selfie Fail.
Mom just called. She is coming over from a wedding and bringing some food for my Dog. “Should I come?” she inquires. It is really so sweet of her. Mothers. I love that we can share some time even though we don’t really say much to each other which I am going to begin to change. From just asking her questions about her day.
So I have also decided I am going to stay here listening to the music + Mirror work

**5:13 Very pleasantly surprised by Cool as Ice by DJ Jimmy and Ice Prince
**5:18 Just took the photo. Mom is here!

**5:21 Aaaargggghhhhhh Toooooo surprised! Wande Coal + Iceprince + Eva???? Tortoise??? When did we do this one biko? Hahahhaha! Wow! Spitter lomo Eva yen sha.

6:21PM
Yes it is in fact true that I am a deep person and I tend to think of things sometimes in unnecessarily deep ways but I cannot help myself. I ask questions about everything. Tintin hates hen I do that shit. I just see the story in everything. A connection here, another there. I can weave life stories around many situations and I just tend to look at things going through its back door rather than going through the front. I am always looking for a connection. I am always looking for a why, whether I would find the answer or not. Sometimes I come up with my own conclusions, hypothesis, whatever I can come up with. It is all like an experiment for me really and I can’t help myself. Plus its kinda like how I am in a relationship as well. I am looking for a connection.
I do not like clutter. I am something of a minimalist and as soon as there is clutter I feel like my mind is clogged up too. I find cleaning very therapeutic in a beautiful sort of way that you would find doing anything really that brings calm and serenity and a sort of warming peace.
When I went home I felt a sort of pity for myself. I was looking for calm and love. Real love. And I could only get it from home.

Now my Mom comes around and I cannot help but feel the real love I go home to find.
I just finished doing my Mom’s makeup. My God! She looks so beautiful and I am watching her really feeling herself now. She loves it. She is so happy, taking selfies and shit. I admire her in this moment as I always do. Makeup really makes women happy. I cannot wait for the Workshop on July 25th!

Father Lord in the Name of Jesus Christ I thank you for your protection everyday upon my Mother. I am so very happy that you have blessed me with quality time with my Mom.
Through Makeup today. You have helped me love this beautiful thing again and I am so blessed. Thank you so much for helping me to make my Mother happy.

6:28PM
I woke up this morning and I really just made up my mind that I was going to de-clutter. Free up the space. And because the space had become so free I was feeling myself enough to want to do something.
I refuse to look down on anyone.
I want to make women all over the world very happy and I can see how makeup helps us do that

6:34PM Just spoke with Oreva on the phone. Buy a new Laptop for Oreva.

6 37 PM
I am patient with myself. Writing helps me be patient with myself. Patience with myself is discipline. Love. Respect.
Now sitting outside to write and read.

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8:55PM
In all this time since 7:56, I have seen Bidemi. She came to my house like she does, hiding behind my gen because Frankie was barking and she was doing it like an amateur thief would, but with a childish charm that made her appear far from harm. I let her in and she sat with me on the Yoga mat on the floor.
I stared at her a long while and finally asked her “What?”
She says to me “I want to collect something from you. Then I ask “What?” a second time and she said
“Come and give me cloth. I don’t have cloth.”
I look at her a while, the silence building up between us, her small 13 year old legs folded up to her chest, her eyes expectant of my reply.
“What have I told you about asking for things?”
“You say that I should be saying that please” she says, scarcely interested in what I had told her the last time. What did it matter. This is the new time and she wanted cloth.
“So? What do you say?” I ask, giving her a small smile, the best I could afford.
“I will say that please”
“Please what?”
“Please I want cloth.”
I keep my eyes on her, wondering in my mind what life could do to you if you worked as a house help at 13 and didn’t even have clothes to do your job, like the people you worked for didn’t see you everyday. What kinds of people are these? But these questions didn’t matter. Bidemi wanted cloth. Something pretty. She said so herself. “All the cloth I have no good again”.
Or was it just the greed of a child I was hearing? Nahhh even a child deserves some greed in this world.
I find her the smallest of my tops I could find. Something pretty too. Wrapped it in a small plastic bag and she was on her way, headed now the direction that led her out of the estate and onto the path she had been sent on previously for her nightly errands.
“I have told you, don’t be branching my house when your madam sends you to go do something. If you want to go out, ask her permission. You can tell her you want to go see your friend in the estate.”
“Yes ma.” Bidemi had said.
And looking at her I knew my words had gone in one ear and flew out the next. What madam in Nigeria could you tell you were going to see a friend as a 13 year old help? Especially if your madam didn’t notice your existence enough to know you deserved some new clothes.

9 10PM
As I was writing that at 8:55, the security guy, the one with the big round belly walks up to me, as I went back and forth on the swing
“Hey! This one is for children oh, madam, not for person like you. Go siddown dia!” He says pointing a stout index finger to the bench under the big tree on the playground.
I, in my less than serious sort of way responded by saying
“So I can’t be on the swing? I nor small like pikin?” I asked him, referring to my size and not my gathered number of years on earth.
He says “Ahh you suppose don born na.”
And I felt like for real??
I for done born pikin? As I never come born, how e come take consign you? Nigerians and their ever insisting need to tell you what should have happened to you and how your life should be by now based on their myopic view of the world. “When are you getting married?”
 Some would ask you, as though you ever told you were interested in the first. Na wetin dem send me here come do?

That was my mind rambling within my skull. But as I got off the swing, upset and not upset at the same time, I thought about walking back into my apartment.

I should start planning for a baby girl. I might not be ready now but I need her here in 2 years.

12:01 AM
Been watching Forrest Gump since 10:30. Run Forrest, Run!
Now its time for some Americanah.

7 Life Lessons I have learned from my Mom and 4 things I’d Love to do like her

Today is my Mom’s Birthday!!!! And as I sit here to type this, I am thinking deeply about what it means to be a Mother and how sometimes we overlook or do not appreciate sincerely what a Mother’s love is. One time in my life I believed I wanted to be a Mother at 21. For me the thought of being young and starting kids early was all that mattered to me. But as I have grown older I have realized how very unready I have been all this time to take on the role. It is a lot that goes into parenting and being the mother of a child let alone 5 like my Mother is.
I have a dog, Frankie, whom right now I am so upset with myself for not doing as much with training him and starting very early. Now I am faced with an overbearing Alsatian who is running into adulthood and at the same time running around my house like an overly excited man on heat.
Sometimes I console myself and tell myself that Frankie is definitely no yardstick for measuring how well I’d do with a child, for the most part I am super great with kids, and kids are humans, and you cannot compare humans with dogs, and the psychology of a child is different from that of a dog,  and all that bla bla.
So here I am on this day July 4th, thinking of my darling mother as she celebrates another year and I am saying to myself, I gotta write and share with you 7things I have learned from my Mom and 4things I’d Love to do like her as she Celebrates on July 4!

7 Life lessons I have learned from my Mother
● Giving has nothing to do with How much you have:
Ever since I was little, it has been a constant occurrence to watch my Mom give. She was always first to send out the basket of Christmas rice and chicken to the neighbours, always attends a party with her gifts, always gives an extra tip for service done and if all else fails, she’d cook you a nice meal.
It was striking to note that regardless of the fact that we didn’t have it all, she constantly decided we had enough for her to give.
The other day as we drove down our street circling a curve that led home, my Mom suddenly stopped the car, popped the trunk and passed a bag of rice to our neighbor who had just suffered a loss.
I sat there in the passenger seat and wondered what sort of angel I had been blessed with for a mother.
It is no surprise that there is always enough food in my parents house. Givers never lack.

● It is a blessing to cook for People:
I really would like to believe that in another life my Mom might be a Restauranter, and a very successful one at that. That is if she isn’t already considering the option in this current life. Without a doubt my Mom is a great cook, but it isn’t just the ability to cook so well that is striking with this Delta woman, it is the grace she exudes when she cooks that is attractive.
She is even much more happier when there are more than 2 people to cook for, the more the merrier.
When we have parties or family celebrations, she is out there with her beautiful sisters blowing away at the firewood with hand fans and newspapers, cutting up vegetables to feed a nation and chatting happily.
When everyone digs in on the dish, you can see the joy in their faces. It isn’t just because the food tasted great, it is also because my Mom transfered that joy into the cooking. Delta women are so good at this. She must have learned it from my Grandmother. I on the other hand have learned it from her. I’m telling you!

● Prayer works

With my Mother, the solution to every problem begins with prayer. And when there is no problem then even more prayer should be offered.
As a family she ensures we pray together at night before bed, everyone in the room, singing praises and praying. Without a doubt this has been a major factor in all the blessings we have enjoyed, in the love that we have which is continually growing even as we grow older, and in the successes that we have.
She takes this attitude with her everywhere, visiting friends and praying with them, praying with a mother who has just had a baby, praying with a couple going through the motions, praying for us when we are in sight and out of sight, Just constantly praying.
Without the fervent prayers of my mother, I have no idea where I’d be.

● If you are not going to do it, I’d do it myself:
Independent as F! That woman. I don’t know if it is because she was born July4th, America’s Independence or if it is because she was born in the year “1960” Nigeria’s Independence, but she takes being independent to a whole other level!
‘If you are not going to do it,I’d do it myself’ you can hear her say to me after she has asked me to do something I may not have gotten up to go do.
And to prove her point, she would get down to begin doing it before I have even had a chance to kick my rebellious reluctance to the side.

● Having multiple jobs is the way to go
Nursing and caring for people has been my Mother’s passion for well over 20 years! And she has seen to it that she is successful at it. However she has other passions in fashion, business and God and she follows them fearlessly.

● You always have the time and energy to do everything you have to do:
It doesn’t matter whether she has just got home from work and there was traffic through the entire drive home and her feet were weak and sore from driving, and the rain had poured down heavily and sleep was all her heart wanted, my Mom would go straight to the house duties that awaited her arrival. And then after that head into her sewing room to pedal away at her sewing machine to complete an outfit she had cut up earlier. Then she would wake up the next morning at 5AM to work this entire process again. What kind of a woman are you this woman??

● Everyone is Equal

With my mother there is no such thing as segregation. No matter who it was she treated all equally. When we lived in Bida Niger state, we had farms and a lot of young Nupe men who worked for my her on the farms. Those were the days! Life was just a beautiful canvas for growing food. We planted maize, and beans, and millet and a lot of vegetables.
When farm work was over, instead of sending the boys to their homes, she’d invite them over to our house, cook for them and offer them water. And when their food and water was served, it was served in the same plates and cups that everyone else in the house used.
There was no cup for the poor people and one for the rich. There was no plate for the family and one for the strangers. There was no chair for us and one for them. Everyone got the same heart warming hospitality and a smile to go with it.

4 Things I’d Love to do Like my Mother
● Give of myself in service to others gracefully
Always ready to help, always ready to give, always there and doing it with a big smile on her beautiful face, my Mom offers herself to others willingly. I do not know if it is the nursing gene or if it is the Angel in her, might be both. I want to do just that too!

● Grow my own Vegetables
Everywhere we have lived my Mom always has her little bed of greens somewhere in the compound. The farming spirit from Bida never completely left her you see. With that we always had greens ready to be cut fresh and cooked when we needed them.
Imagine the joy of growing your own vegetables!

● Raise smart successful kids
My sister is a successful business woman running her own catering company. My elder brother is one of the most sort after Web developers in Nigeria with madam Alakija sitting pretty on his clientelle list. I am what I am. Hehe. My younger brother is a computer networking geek running his fingers in fiber optics and space. The youngest is an instrumentalist, playing every musical instrument he can lay his hands on and is now a fantastic music Producer at only 17.
Sometimes I wonder how my Mom feels having that and when I think about it, I know for a fact I gotta have kids like us.

● Work back-breakingly hard
Oh the work she puts in! I am constantly ashamed of myself when I realize I haven’t even begun to work half as hard as my Mom. She has been my inspiration always and even more so now as I quiver and shake through the hurdles of life.
I have seen what hard work produces from watching her and everyday I pray the Lord grants me the grace to go over and beyond like she does.

Happy Birthday Momma!! I love you baby boo. Thank you for being the best Mother anyone could ever ask for and may the spirit of the Lord always be with you!
Oh did I tell you? My mom birthed me herself in the car as she and my dad journeyed through Abuja. The woman just sat there in the passenger seat and pulled me out with her hands. Madam “I’d do it myself”. There’s no stopping her ever! LOL

Dear Mr President Buhari sir!

Dear Mr President Buhari sir,

What a pleasure it is to send you a letter my man! 
Kai kai kai! I am so honored to be communicating with you like this yo. 
I am going to go straight to the point and skip all unnesscesary mumbo-jumbo.
There are two sides to everything Mr President and the only way you are going to take our dear Nigeria to canaan is by understanding this fact and knowing what to do with this information.
Lucky for you I have done that job and all you have to do now is pay me daddy!

Now there are two sides to what Nigeria needs. There is your side, and there is the peoples’ side. You know your side, and it must be a really good thing you have planned because the mighty God I serve couldn’t have put you in this position by mistake **except of cause you think you got here by sheer luck or votes of the people** Taahh!
You have to know what the peoples’ side is Mr President. 
What are our needs, what do we yearn for, what do we need to heal our souls, how can we put us on the paths that would help our dreams come true. We are the ones living through the severe hardship of our great country, We are the ones working for the country despite the inhumane conditions we have to work in. We have tried our best so far and we have done well. Just imagine how much further we could take this country to with your help and dedication.

If I were in your shoes, which I sincerely do not think I am worthy of, (I’d stick to my stilettos thank you very much) I would listen to the Nigerian people. 
The only way you can change this country is by doing for us. If you do for us then you do for yourself too.

I sha know you are where you are by grace and by grace you will succeed at moving Nigeria forward, in Jesus Christ name, Amen

Today 1st of June is Independence day here in Kenya and I am staring out into the most amazing view of trees and greenery thinking how so beautiful this place is.
Take a trip Mr President, to Kenya. See bah, you don’t even have to go too far guy, only Kenya, our next day neighbour fa.
It is heaven here guy!! Not entirely though, because the people have troubles of their own too. They have security issues just as much as every other country does, they have corruption in high places too. But they are the most happy people I have ever being around. The place is soooooooo beautiful and life here feels like what life should be in Nigeria if we could just put in a little effort. 
3 things I brought home with me from Nairobi? 

1. They Love genuinely!
The Kenyans just love. They care about one and another and they do things, not just because there is something in it for them but because they believe when they do for one, they do for self.
Love.
This is what the Universe operates on. Can you inspire and instil the value of one love in the hearts of the Nigerian people?

2. They enjoy 24 hours electricity supply. Everywhere. If the power has to go off, the people are notified. You know what this does? You know what this means? This means that businesses work without the extra hustle that lack of power brings! And if businesses are working the people are successful. If the people are successful, the country is successful. 
If you do not do anything at all, please give the Nigerian people constant power supply. I say this on behalf of every Nigerian. We all know how this can improve every sector of the Nigerian economy so I would not make this letter longer than should be by stating the obvious.

3. If you cannot do No.1 and No.2  I sincerely doubt you would be able to do anything at all. So lets keep it at 1 and 2 and when you have accomplished those, I’d write you yet another letter to tell you the third most important thing I got from Kenya.  

Now I really like you guy. Prior to becoming the President, congratulations again, I heard a lot of things about you. Bad things. And some good. You know how people are, people talk, and boy was there much talk on your matter! I didn’t make any judgement of you however. I don’t roll like that. I have decided to make my own personal assessment of you myself based on what I experience during your time. 
So far I think I like you. You are the kind of guy I could have my morning coffee with. With Mr Jega of course. I like that guy. Don’t lose him.

I was also thinking it would be a really cool thing to work for you. Like I said, I like you.
I could be your special adviser on youth affairs and extra-curricular activities. With my position and influence in Entertainment and Music, I am quite confident that creating a direct communication pathway between your government and the Nigerian youth would be an easy feat for me.  Although I charge by the hour, I promise not to go overboard with my billing. Think about this. 
Please note however, there are a lot of issues you have to deal with in Nigeria don’t get me wrong. Power is just one of them. There are issues with Education, Transportation, Corruption, Health services, Energy, Security…the list is endless and I’d hate to scatter your head just yet. You sef sabi this thing.
My Nigerian friends online are going to be sending in comments below this post to tell you what they want and how they think your Government can move Nigeria forward. Please be prepared there would be a lot of comments. 
You see I have begun my duties and we haven’t even made my position official. I do this Mr President Buhari sir. I do this!

Do not forget what I said kind Sir, there is your side, and there is the Nigerian side. Remember God speaks through men, if you listen to the people, you listen to God. 
I like you Mr President Buhari Sir. I think I might really like you. My Album “1960” drops next week! I’d send you an autographed physical copy, please send a picture holding it up will you? Thank you! God bless you. God bless Nigeria.

Dear Nigerians, this is your moment, The President is reading this. Have something to say? Some suggestions maybe? Please air your views and opinions in the comments below. Say it. As e dey do you for bodi, just say it.







14 things I Learned from my We-Almost-Had-it-all Ex

Relationships. I am a sucker. I love to love, this much is true. I have been lucky to meet some of the most interesting guys, and date a few of them. I have also had my fair share of the how-did-I-get-myself-in-this-mess types. For the most part I have learned quite a lot from guys throughout my life as I do have only a handful of female friends. As for relationships, with everyone that’s ended, I pick up a thing or two that I learned from it, dust my ass and move on. 
My last relationship was heaven! Yeah before it became hell. I look back on it every now and again just to watch a few clips off it and move on, which is what I pretty much do with my entire life. 

Of course right now I am in a place where I am not interested in any other relationship but the one with myself as I have come to a point where the relationship I have with myself has become much more important than anything else.
So as much as I love to love, I have decided the only person worth loving right now is me. 
Now back to my Ex.
He is very Nigerian, tall, handsome, sexy in every way a girl could think of, very caring and an all round lover boy. At this point, if any of my other Ex’es have enough sense they’d know this post isn’t about them. 
This was one of those relationships where you are absolutely so sure it was the one. Everything felt like such a dream, as does everything in Life. But as dreamy as the love was, the hurt was real whenever it occured.
I thought I’d share with you 14 things I learned from this relationship as they are indeed very good points worth noting.

1. Everything is better together

In the early stages of our relationship, my ex and I did almost everything together. We were like peas in a pod. We spent a lot of time together and it almost seemed like our lives were intricately interwoven in such a way that there was no me or him, just us. Working out, cooking, grocery shopping, salon visits, everything you could think of.
The good part of this obviously is that It made our bond that much stronger. The bad part? I found that I missed doing things on my own. He kind of became my only buddie, my best friend, my everything. He was always in my space I was always in his space. It is pretty easy to start stepping on toes when you are that close to a person and that’s exactly what happened.


2. Not everything is better together

Contrary to 1 above, actually not everything is better together. Sometimes a girl just wants to be a  girl and a boy just wants to be a boy. So everytime that we were not doing everything together, I found that I was happy to be alone. I am quite sure he was too. So in our time apart, we got that much better alone so that when we did come back together again there was so much to talk about. Balancing is key. We knew how to balance time together and time apart, but not quite well and so the odds were always against us when we didn’t get it just right.



3. Communication is an on-going thing

For any relationship at all, whether it is business, casual, friendships, love, every relationship thrives and excels because of great communication. The best form of communication above all else is real time face to face communication, and I am not talking facetime and skype. When you are with somebody physically, able to look in the person’s eyes as they speak to you, you create a bond that is real and that more special. 
However when my Ex and I were apart, we kept it together on all other channels of communication, phone calls, text messaging, BBM and even twitter. 
When we were not communicating constantly, something was wrong.
Now the question is ‘What are you talking about?’
With my Ex, we talked about everything. He was my best friend, sometimes it seemed like he was my only friend. 
Was this bad? Hell yeah! 
Bad for me though because it almost began to feel like I was losing myself socially as I had only one being in my circle most of the time.



4. Family matters

I do place family above everything. Luckily he did too. We talked about our families a lot and were in constant touch individually. 
The last thing you want is to be in a relationship with someone who hardly brings up conversation about family. Not good.


5. When there’s money, Love is good

I have never been the type of girl to size a man up according to how much he was packing financially. For the most part I believe in growing together so my choice of men have never had anything to do with their financial status. 
However when there’s money and we have enough to spend on this or that, and go to this or that place, Love is good. Every girl knows what this means.


6. When there’s no money, Love is better

Even better than 5, when there is no money, Love is better! As my relationship with my Ex has shown me. If you are like me and do not mind loving a guy for richer or poorer, then you have probably found ways to make love exciting when there is no money.
With my Ex, we found lots of ways and I mean Lots!!!
No money easily meant that we came to appreciate everything a little more than was necessary. We also were able to focus on deeper more meaningful matters like emotional, spiritual and intellectual growth, as we spent more time on naturally available non-money-buying activities.


7. Praying together is powerful

I am constantly seeking new ways to enjoy and develop my relationship with God. I am not holy, just as you aren’t, but when you are with someone on the same path spiritually, it can be a great thing to share. 
Everytime we prayed together it always felt like the prayer was that much more stronger and God answered much quicker. “Where two or three are gathered…..”


8. I am mad at you, Let’s talk about it

Over time in life I cultivated a bad habit of keeping things to myself when I was mad and shutting off for minutes, sometimes days. My ex hated it and was always quick to try to quell the situation. He taught me how to get things over with as they happened and it made a huge difference in my life. I didn’t have to walk around with all that baggage and our relationship didn’t have to suffer for something that was already in the past. 
“I am mad at you.”
“I am sorry boo. Please let’s talk about it.”
We talk about it, problem solved. Love goes on. Everybody’s happy. Goodbye. Till we fight again. Repeat cycle.


9. Keep a few secrets

This is very important. My Ex and I talked about everything yes, but everything doesn’t mean I couldn’t hold on to a few things that were mine for safe keeping. 
I can be a little too trusting for my own good sometimes and with my Ex I was exactly that. But a few skeletons in the shelf don’t hurt no one. Unfortunately for him we didn’t stay together longer for him to hear me spill.


10. We both love books, But I’d choose mine

I made a really terrible mistake of giving up my right to choose and began instead to want to do things my Ex did. This was especially true with books. We are both addicted to books but in varying subjects. However I doted on him a bit too much. I thought he was the most intelligent guy I’d ever met. I wanted to schedule my day like he scheduled his’, I wanted to read the same books he read, I made his mentors my mentors, I created To-Do lists after To-Do lists like he did even though I was much more productive as a random creative. 
Heck it didn’t take long before I lost myself in his world. 
But here’s the hard truth, no knowledge is lost. I admit that I learned quite a bit from going that route but it cannot be compared to the joy I felt when I came back to my senses and began to read and do according to my own unique needs again. 


11. Not every man is a dog

I have met quite a number of dogs in my lifetime. I don’t care how many people you have running down your list, we all have our numbers, but biko, when you are with one person, stick to one person until the devil separates you two.
My Ex respects himself too much to be a dog. Whoever the girl is that’s gonna get him now after me is one lucky girl!


12. Men are simple

All the emotional bouhaha that we female folk bring to the table really doesn’t make sense to them. They don’t get why we make something so simple appear way too complicated. Men have the simplest answers, the simplest reasons for doing what they do, it never has to be too deep, it never has to get to the point where they have to beg us. But we nor gree. 
I for one nor gree. It took a while but he finally did drive home his point into my thick skull. Men are simple, if you are willing to see it that way.



13. Rules of engagement, Keep it to yourself

This particular relationship was the best I ever had! Oooohhhh the Love. Unlike any other relationship, this one was very very very Us. I didn’t have any need to get anyone involved in our drama and like I told you at No.8, my Ex had a way of solving issues as they occured. It is true that conflict and disagreements occur in relationships to strengthen the bond, just like life does with us when things are down and tough. The more conflicts, the more opportunities to learn how to resolve them better and in a loving peaceable manner.
Because I was not involving my girlfriends or telling whoever cared to listen about my problems, it helped us solve issues between us and there were no external opinions fueling or messing things up. You know how everyone suddenly becomes a relationship expert when you have a relationship problem? Yeah, I didn’t give myself the pleasure of that kind of therapy.  Ehrmmm..actually maybe once. (There’s always that one time)

14. Love is as love does

My Ex’ favorite phrase. This is akin to love your neighbor as yourself. Do unto others as you’d like them to do unto you. 
He was a master at this and everyday was a reason to love even better than yesterday.
Basically whatever you wouldn’t accept for yourself, do not extend unto your partner.

**One more!** 

15. “I Am not your Ex”

I heard this all the time. It was like a constant reminder. My Ex before this Ex was a terrible Ex. And the latter Ex hated it whenever I made it seem as though he was a reincarnation of the former Ex.
‘I am not your Ex’ he’d say to me matter of factly. And when I looked into his eyes and gazed upon his handsome face, of course I wasn’t blind. He was not that Ex obviously. He was better, more caring, sincere, very well mannered, very dedicated and a true God-send. But he is an Ex now. Just not that Ex.


Now after all that, why did we break up? Nna it’s a long story biko.

Why being outdoors is good for me, and You!

I have been trying for a long time to understand why I love being outdoors. I can’t explain it and I doubt I ever will able to completely. What i do know is that being outside in nature calms my spirits and brings in some certain kind of aliveness that cannot be compared to any other. I have been working at this all my life, but for the past weeks consistently and I notice I am more effective when I do things outside. In the daytime and at night time. 
There are two different effects from each of these times and I find that I am more powerfully creative when I work or attempt to do something outside at night.
Every time I sit out during the day to read or write or workout, whatever it is, I am more likely to enjoy the task much more than when I do it indoors.
Research does suggest that we are currently living unnaturally everyday as we hop from air-conditioned houses into air conditioned cars to air conditioned offices or classrooms and repeat the cycle over. This keeps us from enjoying the full benefits of nature and the outdoors.
I love to be outside. Especially at night 
It is advisable to have a ritual that keeps you outdoors for sometime, maybe in the morning or in the evening. It could be a walk, a round table gathering with friends over drinks, or you just simply sitting down to read something.

This is my ritual right now and I hope to stick with it for a long period of time.
I workout outdoors, jogging with my dog, jumping rope and meditating first thing in the morning in that order. Meditation for me happens outside under a big tree that I am lucky to have in my neighborhood. It is always a chore of sorts to find an array of trees and nature in Lagos Nigeria where I live as the entire city is overrun by concrete buildings seated side by side like sardines. 
And if not that then it is the overly crowded streets choked by people, commuters and automobiles of all kinds.


So if you are lucky to live in an area that has a decent place to chill and appreciate the outdoors, take advantage of this beautiful gift of nature and bask in nature in the morning staring up at the sky as the sun rises. 
The best time to be out in the morning is between 6AM and 8AM. If you are going to be outdoors much after 9AM be sure to use sunscreens and lotions containing a good amount of sun protection.
The best time to be out at night is between 6PM and 12AM.

When I was in school reading or doing any work at night was a breeze. I couldn’t concentrate during the day and as such I was a night crawler. It was heaven for me. I could stay up late for long hours and I used be a really nocturnal being.
These days as I journey towards experiencing that fun part of nighttime again, I begin to realize that there is in fact something about the nighttime that is so powerful. If you can stay out in the open night air for hours on end locked in on a task, you find concentration to be an easier, deeper experience and you feel fearless and powerful all at once. 
I know a lot of us lead busy lives and can hardly afford the leisure of affordable nature time but when you think of all the stress you can relieve yourself of by just being out in nature, this would become something you might be drawn towards again and again. According to a 2009 study published in the Journal of Epidemiology and Community Health, the closer you live to nature, the healthier you’re likely to be.
If you can give yourself just 10 minutes of outdoor time in the morning and at night, for the next 7days, you would feel a lot more alive and well. You would connect to an even deeper part of you in ways that you never thought possible and you’d begin to find each new day to be an experience worth looking forward to.


I hope this helps and you can somehow begin to let yourself enjoy the powerful effect of nature.
One great thing to do? Look up and stare at the clouds. For no reason at all whenever you are outdoors, look up to the sky and bask in its wondrous beauty and majesty. Sometimes I dare to think that the creator just sits all day creating art with the clouds. It is a really beautiful world up there. The next time you feel terrible or burned out or depressed, look up and see the wonder that looks down at you everyday.
It is such a beautiful world out there. We are too locked in most times to experience it. 

Want to start spending time outdoors? Here are my outdoor rituals you can try yourself!
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Meet Iya Abbey – From sweeping Lagos streets to opening her own Restaurant because of You! #1960Woman

It was a very beautiful Wednesday morning and I was having the most incredible time, jogging. I was up early on this day and I’d had an argument with my Alsatian housemate Frankie, so I punished him by letting him stay home while I went out jogging.
Well not exactly. I just really wanted to be alone.
Halfway into my run, a goodmorning call traveled through the cold morning air towards me and I turned around to see who the sender was.
It was a small woman crouched over in the middle of the road, sweeping. I realized that I recognized her and I waved my hand frantically returning her warm greeting.

“You nor carry your dog follow body?” she inquired of me. A loud laugh rang out of my mouth, I didn’t think anyone had a jogging image of Frankie and I in their heads. 
“I leave am for house oh!” I said laughing. She laughed too.
“Because na every morning I dey see una,” She said, her smiling face following me as I began to jog slowly away. We said our goodbyes and I was off.
When I was done with my workout about 45 minutes later, I sat scrolling through my phone on the bench. 
“Aunty!” 
I turned around to see her coming towards me, the look on her face told me she had a request even before she presented it verbally. 

“Ha madam!” I returned
“Ehnnnn I say make I tehh you say incase if you get anything for me to do, maybe say na to wash cloth or to sweep or clean anything sha, I dey do am.” she said.
I blinked back the surprise in my eyes. She was small, but not young. Her skin was burnt from many days of working in the sun, wrinkles carressed her face in many swirling sweeps and her eyes bore a certain sorrow that was unmistakable.
I didn’t have need for a helping hand at this time and so my thoughts didn’t even ponder the possibility. Instead I wondered about her and what it was that made her do the things she did for work. I wanted to know so much about her and the curious little girl in my head would not pass on the opportunity. 
So I engaged her in a short-long conversation and here’s a bit of what I found out that morning.

– Her name, Iya Abbey. She is from Kabba in Kogi state Nigeria.
– She sweeps the estate streets as her day job and when she is back home she sews clothes. Her salary every month? Much less than the minimum wage.
– She has 6 kids, one of them married and the others in various schools across Nigeria
– She also has exceptional skills in cleaning, washing clothes, tie and dye, knitting, cooking meals, etc and she engages herself in these services working for people in a desperate bid to make up for her other financial needs.

When we were done talking I told her I would see about her request, she thanked me and was on her way, leaving me sitting there on the bench with the image of her face imprinted in my mind as I pondered on our discussion. 
I thought of her a while and in less than 5 minutes I had made up my mind that I was going to profile her as a #1960Woman. 

“#1960Woman : An independent, self reliant woman who has to work several different jobs to keep body, soul and family together”


When I got home from jogging that morning, I placed a call through to her and asked her to come to my apartment. She appeared within minutes, changed and fresh from her work clothes, her eyes expectant of the job I had for her to do. 
What she didn’t know was I was the one who had to do a job for her. The job? Give her an Eva makeover to brighten up her day and then share her incredibly touching story with the rest of the world.
While I did her makeup, I listened to her as she talked about her life, her struggles and her current situation.
Her journey through life has been one helluva ride and as she gives me a sneak peak in her world, she also opens my mind up to learn from her. 

Her biggest dream? To send her kids to school so they can lead better lives than she has. 

She says to me of one of her daughters who has to go back to school but is being delayed due to lack of funds;
“I still dey try to tell person to borrow me money make I dey pay you back small small. Make e go back to school. You know say i nor want make he continue like me i want make he read well well make he do fine. So that if they get better job dem go remember their mother, dem nor go let me die young.”

When we were done with her makeup, she would not stop looking at her reflection in the mirror.
The smile that dressed her face after I was done with her makeup was absolutely invaluable! She wanted to take photo after photo of herself. It was beautiful to watch and what was even more beautiful was how very appreciative she was. Who knew Makeup could make a woman that happy? 

The following day, just a little after 9AM Frankie’s frantic barking brought me back to the present as I had been engrossed in something I was doing. There was somebody at the gate. It was Iya Abbey. What do you know? I was just thinking about asking her to come around. I wanted to talk to her and really find out what her plans were and what she intended to do moving forward.
Her big smile greeted me as I opened the gate, she looked so radiant and so genuinely happy.
Telling me about her encounters with her neighbors from the day before, she said happily, 

“E say ha mummy you makeup? I say ehnnn! E say ha you never makeup like this before. I say One of my sister e do the work I dey help am. If anybody like am like this ask me if he like am I go carry you go there. Dem come dey laugh.” 
And then she herself laughed at her story and I laughed too.
When pleasantries were over, I began a conversation, my tone changing up its pitch to suggest a more serious side of things.

Which kine work you go like do? You go like do the tailoring?
Ehnnn I like to do it. If to say Na catering also I go like to do it. No one wey i nor like

Like wetin? Cooking?
Ehnnn. 

You wan get your own bukka?
Yes

You wan get your own bukka? Are you serious?
Ha I’m serious. I dey find place since say even though I see. That one go better pass the sweeping. Because my waist dey pain me.

Ehyaa pele. Sorry. So if you wan get your own buka where you go put am? For Akute?
Ha no oh. e nor go move for Akute.

E nor go move?
Ha e nor go move like that for Akute.

So you go dey cook food everyday?
Yes everyday.
Like wey you dey there so if anybody wan do something they go meet say whether you go help me cook oh.

So where you want put the bukka?
If to say Ikeja side. or Ketu or Ojota eheeenn the place wey people dey pass everyday. you know say no company for Akute just some people wey dey there just go work come back to sleep.
The place wey person can see place sell market na mechanic place and then, they nor dey get work well well. 
I don try all that one before, I been dey waka sell food that time. But dem go dey owe person, person no go fit buy another tin.

Ok so if you get the buka now you go dey do the buka dey still cook for people wey dey do party?
Ehnnn If I see.

Any of your pikin go follow you do the huka abi na only you?
I go find person. you know say all those ones dey go school. Only on holiday

You go do am oh. This your buka wey you wan do. You go do restaurant sef.
Ha I thank God. I thank God. I get bottle sef

Which one be bottle?
Mineral bottle. I go dey sell drink join.

Ooohhh ok ok.

This is a woman, like many other Nigerian women, much like my Mother, who have to do several different things at a time to survive and support their homes.
We live in a very tough economy and I have witnessed first hand how extra demanding it can get especially for women.
I am very interested in all the many inspiring stories from these women and I have taken it upon myself to share these women with you one after the other week after week.
I do believe in my heart that we all can help each other in our own capacity as we are led by the spirit.
It would be my pleasure to have you join me on this journey as I discover even more inspiring 1960Women all across Nigeria. 

But we do not just want to hear their stories, we want to be a part of their success story. Each of these women has dreams of her own, still rooted in her heart yearning to burst forth into the world. 
I implore you please to contribute what you can to make their dreams come true and help them lead better and more fulfilling lives.
It is a law of the universe, whatever you give, without grumbling or expecting a return, you get back, even a hundred fold. Giving is even more powerful when you give to someone who isn’t expecting anything from you and cannot pay you back.

So if you will, please join me in raising funds for Iya Abbey to open up her own Bukka in the heart of Lagos. I am asking everyone to pay in as little as N500 into her account

First Bank of Nigeria – ‘Acc No’ 3043336105 – Mathew Rebecca Ibiyemi



If your spirit leads you to give more, please do by all means.
I would be praying for each of you donating to this cause. And please know that it is ok if you have nothing to share with Iya Abbey, but can you pray for her? Send your love to her through time and space and the goodness of the Lord would be upon you as you do so.

Our team of experts would be offering financial and business start up advice to Iya Abbey as your contributions come in. I am excitedly looking forward to seeing the manifestation of this dream, as you all help take Iya Abbey from sweeping streets to opening her own mini restaurant in Jesus Christ name. 
Thanks guys! God bless you.

#EvaDaily ‘All your Dreams come true’ Fri April 24, 2015

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Nicki Minaj – Only

5:27PM
Today I spent a lot of time inside my head. This has become a sort of ongoing thing now I just shut off everything else and stay in my head.

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Mind dump
So what mind dump basically means is that I write off whatever comes to mind and I keep on doing that till my thoughts have gathered enough fire to be a little more meaningful than random. I usually write for 2minutes dumping randoms before my brain kicks and has sense.
I am thinking of all the renovating I have planned to do in my house. There is really so much I hadnt taken into consideration.

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It is beginning to look like more work than fun but I have decided to find some fun in the tedious hours of working as much as possible.
I might just call in a friend to help me with it, but even that in itself will take the fun away. Cause really the fun part for me with this task is doing it myself.
Plus all my friends have day jobs, so who’s really gonna have my time? Reju. Maybe. Not that ahe doesn’t have a day job, she does, but she does have some special interior skills that could xome in handy.
However I have some really interesting ideas and I kinda know how I want the house to look like when I am done with it. The adrenaline rush would come from doing it myself, so as much as I am tempted to hire someone who does interiors, or phone a friend and such and such, I wouldn’t.
I think my brain could do with some unorthodox activity.
When I first moved in here I was more concerned about just the kitchen. “Oh I want to have the most beautiful comfortable little kitchen ever,” I remember myself saying. I hadn’t even cared for anything else in the house. All I wanted at the time was a place to cook and eat the best meals.
I didn’t even buy myself a bed or create a room! Sheeesh.
Right now I am in and out of my mind with fury! I am gonna spend the weekend and the better part of next week doing this and I cannot wait to see what it all turns out like.

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Is it just me or do Nigerian men have a respect problem? Ok maybe not all of them but a whole lot of them. Forgive me please and do not be so quick to jump your socks here, I say this from experience, real life changing experience.
I have met all sorts of guys. The rich, the poor, the Mummy’s boys, the just-outchere-gettin-it, the bachelors, the sitting-on-my-father’s money, the I’m-tryna-do-it-better-than-my-father, the super stars..and the list could go on.
I can tell you sincerely, they all fail me.
Men keep on saying “We are very simple creatures, it is never complicated with us..” and many bla bla blas. As simple as it is supposed to be with them, they fail to make it simple for us.
I have studied guys hard and there are basically several different types depending on their situation, just as it is with girls.
If a guy has grown up being closer to his mother than his father for whatever reason, he usually tends to have a more developed feminine side. His feminine qualities will be pronounced and he is the type to be cool, calm, patient, intuitive, submissive- he learned this from his Momma. And it can be a really good thing especially for us girls, untill we begin to wait for his more masculine sides and we end up waiting forever.

5:46PM
It is about to rain heavily! Lord knows I am gonna go baff in the rain. **for my non-Nigerian readers, baff is our term for bathe. Everyone in Nigeria baffs. you don baff?**
I am so lucky mehnnn. Everytime it rains and I am home, I love to be out in the rain and it isn’t such an eyesore cause there aren’t too many people up and about. Its raining anyways who wants to be out right?
Basically there will be no one to look at me like I am some kinda mad person. Yo its coming down yooooo! I’m out. Be back in a jiffy.
There’s blessing in the rain. Lets all baff in the rain!! 5:49PM

6:02PM
The funny little thing happened as I ran out to bathe in the rain. Unbeknownst to me it was actually a very heavy showdown! As soon as I stepped out into the rain I had all levels of chills run down my spine, my thin body, my breasts- barely concealed by the sheer white tank I was wearing.
Don’t baff in the rain when it is this heavy. I just learned that.
So I ran back in after receiving a couple slaps of the blessings in the rain and as I began to open my gate, the smallest trickle of pee knocked at my Vee-Vees. In my mind I could make a quick run into the bathroom before it came down my legs.
Boy was I wrong!
It was a slippery walk-running dance to the bathroom as I was dripping wet from the rain and then a shrill cry of relief escaped my lips as I sank into the toilet.
Then I was off to the shower after that.
It is still raining quite heavily now and I am just going to go lay down and crawl back into my head, my thoughts keeping me company while I enjoy the downpour.
Dear Nepa, Fuck you. 6:12PM

10:16PM
Dear Lord I thank you because you always protect me. In Jesus Christ name, Amen

11:49PM
Opportunity is that fleeting thing that passes you by so quickly you barely even notice its presence when it hovers around you.
Opportunity that passes when you have failed at

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You know the funny thing? I actually am getting exactly what I asked for. And getting them exactly when I am ready for them.
Do you ever feel like that? You get to a point and look back on your life realizing that it’s all been perfect from the jump and if you had gotten what it was you asked for much earlier than you are getting it now then you might not have enjoyed it. 11 55