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dashing07:my people are fast asleep |
WinningEleven:sorry about that |
WinningEleven:hello bro did it work for you |
awoo47:a lot of people including me |
How I spent my 2019 holidays were a combination of meeting old friends, resettlement and working towards an improved life. Not that I was employed in a government establishment but I worked towards securing upliftment for my family and from my family members. I believe family is everything and I had to accept that reality. I knew during the Christmas and end of the year holidays, my uncles and sisters would be coming to the family house, so I used that opportunity to seek their support. This is because by the time they are around they would say, "now that you are a graduate what are you doing?". As if they wouldn't hear if I have gotten another employment letter. I made them aware I was relocating back to ilorin from ekiti in the next few days. That was on the 15th of December. I told them I was going to be setting up a motorcycle spare parts shop as I knew that was the business with the quickest in turn although not the highest. I had already contacted my friend back in ilorin who gave me a good location. On the 16th, I went to the bank and deposited money into my friend's account for an outlet. Let's assume my friends name is coconut. Coconut told me he got the alert but the money may not be sufficient as I needed to send more money to patch up the shop's metal door. Coconut was right, security is important in business, so I immediately transferred more to him. Only the 17th, I informed my landlady that I was leaving. She was shell shocked but I told her I was only going back home. I gave her son my Bluetooth headset. At least that's enough as a parting gift. Dude wanted to request for my LG sound system, I laughed it off and said I would put it on his head and carry it after me to Fajuyi Park. I Played with my ekiti guys, we went to bar and took few bottles. It was there I broke it to them that I was finally leaving ekiti after 3years since my NYSC. They asked why and I said it's just to change environment. I ordered for more drinkins for them but I took few. Because I knew I will be travelling the next day. On the 18th after morning ablutions and fajr prayer, I headed to the park. My landlady's son carried my things after me to the Junction where I took a taxi. On my way after boarding a taxi, Coconut called me to tell me he had painted the shop. "Haa! I don't have money for paint oo". He replied that 'no you got me wrong, I said I painted the shop for you'. I burst into laughter and asked if it was free of charge. I was surprised but thanked him. I didn't want to inform him I was coming to ilorin and I didn't want to tell him to send the pictures VIA whatsapp. I was super excited and Happy coconut doesn't engage in sharp practices as my dad had painted him. I guess atimes our assumptions are wrong. The trip wasn't that exciting and I also felt bad for my country. Security personnel on the road collecting 100 naira at every security post. Soldiers, police and even Road safety officials. I asked the old man sitting beside me, "is this what our security outfit has been reduced too? He didn't respond, but it was later I realized he was deaf and dumb. Well maybe that was why the driver wasn't playing any music nor listening to news throughout the trip. He must have assumed we are all deaf and dumb. Oh, I miss my Bluetooth headset. I got home around 4:30pm and a lot has changed. Ilorin now has a flyover at Geri Alimi. I saw it and I was happy. What remains now is employment for the youth and I believe the government will work towards it. When I got home, dad was glad to see me. He questioned why I didn't tell him I was already on my way so that he could kill a goat for me. We haven't seen each other for over two years and I haven't been taking his whatsapp video calls. On the 19th of December, some of my friends already caught wind that I was back in town. Let's call them pawpaw, orange and cashew. I and cashew attended the same University but lettuce was my roommate. Cashew had a girlfriend who was my roommate's course mate. I felt like I was thorn in between two worlds because lettuce was my roommate. cashew came from my area but we were not that close. Cashew and I often watch chelsea football club matches together whenever we are back at home. So when lettuce and cashew's girl started dating, I wasn't sure how to treat the issue. When he discovered, who the girl was dating, Cashew saw me as an enemy. During our 400level, as men, we trashed the issue and became friends since the girl was now even carrying a baby for a lecturer. Cashew and Orange came to my house that night and greeted me. He was now married to cauliflower with two kids and I was happy for him. Orange was my old time friend with high Street credibility. He told me he heard about a shop I intend opening and he was wondering if I could hire his kid bro to be there when I am not around. I couldn't reject his request but I let him know I was just starting. I saw them off and came back to rest but I couldn't sleep. I had to think over my life in general and that was when I heard pawpaw shouting my name. I shout back that people were sleeping. Then he said one of my uncles have been calling me. That was when I realized my phone had been switched off. I switched it on and got various missed call notification from Etisalat and some transactions. On the 20th, I called coconut and he was surprised I was in ilorin. I picked a bike and came to my house. I was surprised how in earth he grew so much beards. I tried touching it. Now I am planning towards grooming my beard. He took me too my shop and I was glad with what I saw. Coconut is a good friend because I keep trying to calculate how much he painted the shop for me. And the shop was bigger than my expectation. We left the shop and went to meet the caretaker, from there me and coconut went to his house. Still a hustling bachelor like me the only difference is he is a single Dad. He talked about when my goods will arrive and I made it clear there was no goods anywhere yet but I got the shop based on iman or faith as people call it. I was just going to start small with least expensive parts I could afford. Before leaving, I gave his daughter some amount that was significant. I called it her Christmas gift even though they were Muslims. The father had been good to me. The following day I told my dad about my plans, he didn't discourage me although I felt he was disappointed. I told him it was better than staying at home. He gave me his keys and I drove him to the shop. On the 23rd a lot of family members were already arriving. Those who gave and those who promised to give. At least I am happy non of them is promising me any job and that I should send my CV to their mail. They are no longer fooling me or should I say, "they are no longer giving me inaccurate hope. And yes one of my goals this year is to rely less on people. If you need to get something done, you have to do it yourself. My goal is to get closer to Allah and also my goal is not to neglect hard work. I know every year I set this goals to have a sense of direction to life, but some factors seems to be beyond our control. I know since I have relocated from Ekiti, some bad habit must change. No more alcohol in 2020 and beyond. No more betting. Either it is dog race, cow race, baby virtual, hockey or football betting, no more betting! No matter how sweet the name is to pronounce, gambling will always be gambling. My goal is to quit gambling and it's already working for me. I am targeting the goal of having my own sweetheart this year. I made the resolution of having my child in 2020 too. Pregnancy is 9 months, so let's see how it goes. Nonetheless we decided but God gives effect. Cc Ifyalways |
thisishiphophq:I didn't but I can suggest some good songs to you |
Lilbest3:Who would have thought ![]() |
Yours is really a story |
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The saddening reality is that no one lives forever. No one can tell who will still be alive tomorrow. I read the pathetic news of a young journalist who died and I really unhappy about nature but isn't death path of our natural order I feel People should show love to their neighbours because you don't know when it will be the last time you ever see them. That is the critical thing missing in Nigerian society today: LOVE. Feel free to express yourself. No one lives forever.. Don't let it be too late |
pacespot:i am borrowing your post |
Hasture:good decision |
oluyole extension |
Mariangeles:NOT exactly... I made some decisions that didnt turn out the way it ought to but i have learnt to carry my cross and follow myself... |
papiforreal:i wish i had this kind of connect |
Godpride:lol |
Wait! Who started that December 15 rubbish? |
stanisbaratheon:did you read the guy initial post |
horlabisi93:Why not get a laptop with 65k learn programming and other software packages... I wish I was in your shoes |
God bless all women with thigh gap. Best for all sex styles |
dannybrasky: |
Chapter1vs6: |
Chapter1vs6:lol tf is this. |
