tolutweety:


I gave in on that.

But there was a second request you ignored. would forward the mail again this morning.
Abeg biko, I'm your boy oo

Very well Sir. Please do so.

@tolutweety I remember!

I thought I declined the request in the 2nd mail.

Naaaaah..... you were trying to unmask me. I prefer Nairaland's mask

Really?! @tolutweety

It must have totally eluded me. Please accept my unreserved apology.
I had recently done a mass deletion of my mailbox due to untold number of spams. I detest spams

If it's not too late, u can send it and I will read it.

As my mail box is as clear as crystal now

So much love on this thread already.

Nigerians giving candid advice all to MizMyColi. No bad comment yet in 3 pages? Nne i di kwa lucky

My 2 cents.

You are either a risk-taker or you're not. You either have had your frustrations or sedentary work-life up to your throat or you have not.
Once you get to that limit, you will either start developing negative responses to your work environment or you quit.

Quitting and the prospects out there is not easy you know. So you are either a risk-taker or you're not.

No company will offer you everything you need. At least not in Nigeria.
In your case, it's obvious you need 'more challenges'. I put this in parenthesis because challenges can either be pleasant or unpleasant. But challenges create 'experiences' which you will never get in that 'cottage office'. Excuse my French.

It's obvious your soul needs experiences, challenges and a change.
Take it! Apply to job opportunities anywhere and everywhere that catches your fancy. Search out numerous job/career sites, build your Linkedin profile, connect with people but most of all throw a bit of caution to the wind.

(You cannot do the same things each day and expect different results....Albert Einstein called it 'Insanity')

You are young, unsettled and unburdened with responsibilities, you even have your parents to fall back on. You are somewhat restless, have an adventurous personality and somewhat free-spirited. You cannot compliment that personality with that office, work environment and colleagues whom you vividly described earlier. So, oil and water do not mix no matter how hard you try to logically justify your continued stay.

So this is the time to take some risks (if you have the heart).
This is the time you should try and get out there and pursue some of your dreams before age, responsibilities and attachment to job security catches up with you.

(if your dreams do not scare you, then they are not big enough....quoting Sir Richard Branson)

But you have to accept that not all your experiences will be nice. They are not all meant to be. In fact you have to make some mistakes to learn, some painful ones too.

I was in your situation in 2007, just 3 years after my 1st job. I was stuck in a rot. I was throwing about 10 CVs a week to any company that will give me the requisite experience. I even attended interviews for jobs that I later rejected just to weigh my options.

Finally made a breakthrough in 2010 and since then have worked for 4 companies (2 of them top international brands) in positions most of my mates can only dream of.

Oh yes, I have also had bad experiences like getting dumped from 2 of the companies, going from no-pressure to super-high pressure, getting on the wrong end of corporate politics, staying back at home sometimes when your ex-colleagues are going to work (for lack of work), experiencing the highs and lows of climbing the corporate career ladder. But my, it is all worth it.

Do I have a paid job at the moment? No. But I just turned down an opportunity to be a Director in a private company 2 days ago.
Why? I was not convinced that taking that job was in my best interest.

Am I in the job market now? Yes.
But would I just take any job offer thrown at me? No. Sincerely and humbly, I have passed that stage.

Am I idle? No.
Currently engaged in a few strategic hustles here and there.
Also have a lot of time now to ponder on the various possibilities before me.
I also do have a lot of time for soul searching, inner growth and communication with God (the last 2 jobs took some of those times away).

I will stop here at the risk of beginning to sound like a thriller-novelist

Summary: Follow Your Heart Without Fear. Take The Risks Now. Make The Moves And Mistakes Now and Start Learning.

You are Young.

And Finally, Please Do Not Follow The Crowd.

These BBC journalists always feed on anything negative about Nigeria. Nothing positive.

The way she was reeling out negative vibes, questions and statistics, you will think Nigeria was a poster country for a horrible, horrible place.

But the Hon. Minister rather than being intimidated, ended up soaking all her pressures and intimidating her.

Terrible, biased Oyibo journalists that I bet have never visited Nigeria but have the most negative and biased views about Nigeria.

But for once, a top Nigerian government official not only stood his ground but politely and articulately deflected all those negative vibes and put her in her place. Nice one Hon. Minister.

Wow! Just watched the Honorable Minister of Aviation on BBC Hardtalk.

Very Impressed! First time I saw a Nigerian Minister or High Government official not being intimidated by these biased foreign journalist.

Took the journalist to the cleaners with his very articulate responses.

SegunAdewole:


Why are you hating on them my brother?, are you God?, do you have 170 million PVCs?. Are you sure you will even see tommorow?.Pray for your miserable life, the Prophet said what everybody already knows. The Igbos will move this country forward.Like they move Nollywood, soccer, business and every other thing they touch. God said so.

This Segun guy, na wa for you o!

I have not heard a Yoruba guy sound so de-tribalized like you do in a loooooooog while.

I wonder what drives this your life-view, where you grew up or what influenced this your very personal view?

I also wonder whether you are bold enough to reflect these views of yours in real life unprotected by social mediums like Nairaland?

Regards.

By my 2nd year in my Bachelors program, the 'in thing' among many of my circle of friends was belonging to one cult or another........and I hadn't joined any. Why?.....I haven't had the 'right' motivation to join any. Whatever motivated these guys to belong to one cult group or another didn't motivate me. I was a confirmed 'Jew Man'. However, I flowed easily with several cult members sometimes more than 'Jew Men'. Many of them easily shared their Confra escapades with me despite knowing my 'Jew Man' status. Thus was my ease with relating with several 'family' members that at a point, I knew almost every Confra Leader, Deputies and everyone's flag.

I simply loved their company and the fact that their lives had a lot more stories, action and were less boring than that of the average triangular (Class, Church and Hostel) student.

That 'inner person' in me was however, far too independent and self-opinionated to be burdened with declaring any 'loyalty' to any 'family' despite the fact that I had no obvious religious affinity at the time.

All that changed sometime in my 2nd year.

A war broke out between 2 families. Very bloody war. The worst in all my years in the University....About 31 souls died in the war....add innocent souls who were not 'family' members and you are counting about 35 or 36 souls that perished. I am not counting the wounded.

I will not mention the fighting 'families', the University or the circumstances that started the war.....because any Confra member within that time and place will easily decode if I gave out more hints.

However, that war provided enough motivation for me to desire joining one of the families.....the more brutal of the two.

U see, deep down me, I also craved for some 'action'. I always saw many Confra guys as cowards who cannot stand independently and fight for their rights but need a group support to be confident. (Forgive me but this was my humble sentiment). I never liked the idea of paying dues or having a fellow student no matter his height, strength, intelligence or any other exaggerated 'authority' dictate to me what to do, when to do it, give me some rules and enforce it. Deep down me, I wanted to be a free bird. I was deeply rebellious and that includes not subscribing to any 'family' authority.

But the war above almost changed that. What attracted me was the violence. I wanted to kill, kill and kill.....
Most peeps joined Confra for belongingness, brotherhood and protection. My own motivation was to experience real action; kill, kill and kill....
(I guess the above courage was what many of my Confra 'friends' noticed in me and bonded easily with me despite knowing my status as a 'Jew Man').

Two of my classmates were affiliated to the more brutal family who were killing about 80% of the fatalities and both seemed to be coming close to me at that point. One was a high-ranking member while the other was just about to cross the first bridge in his initiation rites.

I had a few preliminary discussion with the 2nd guy and needed time to make up my mind before involving the higher ranking member and that was when 'the voice' begun to torment me. And Torment me it did...... I will be walking on the road to my lectures and it will suddenly begin; "You want to go and kill other souls? You want to go and waste lives?!!! People's children?!!" I will stop and turn back and I will not see anybody

"I will reserve a special punishment for you!!!! I will make sure that you will survive this war unlike your friends that are dropping dead!! I will wait till you marry and have kids! And by their 3rd years in the University, I will kill them off in Confra Wars!!! Their corpses will be coming home to you, One by One!!!!...." I will be receiving lectures in class and 'that Voice' will be ringing loud....I will turn around and nobody else seem to be hearing it. 'The Voice' will attack me in my room, in the Class, on my way to lectures, at home, in the canteen, everywhere. Sometimes, I looked like a mad man tuning around searching for ghosts. Those threats were enough for me to quit my Confra ambition and remain a 'Jew Man'.

But those two classmates of mine had different destinies. The 2nd guy went for his 1st initiation and was so badly beaten up that he lost consciousness and was dumped at a hospital. (His friends sold the story that he was attacked by armed robbers and his family initially bought that story ) He remained in an unconscious state for weeks, on drips and bedridden. He did not know what was happening around him in the hospital but his elder sister later described to him the events that unfolded and led to his regaining consciousness. After several weeks spent unconscious on a hospital bed, a strange Man of God just walked into the hospital and went straight to his bed and told his family members that the boy lying on the bed had gone for an initiation and should have been dead but that God sent him to tell the boy and his family that he should never go back to complete that initiation, otherwise he will surely die. The Man of God then prayed for my guy and the guy soon opened his eyes and began his recovery. The Man of God left the hospital, never to be seen again.
My guy never went back to complete that initiation.

As for the high-ranking member, he was murdered in the war. He did not survive 2nd year.

'The Voice' saved me from having blood on my hands today and also saved me from a future of burying my unborn kids in their 3rd years.

I am most Grateful to the Voice

Happy New Year Everyone

Mine happened when I was concluding my Masters program in the University.

'Ridiculously' I was a virgin.

Had grown up in an environment where guys and babes were losing their virginities as far back as from the primary school times but strangely enough, I couldn't bring myself to lose dat thing. For reasons that I could not explain easily, my inner man dreaded this particular act

Now, I was not particularly religious in my University days, in fact, I stopped going to church long before I got my admission as internally I was very disillusioned with 'those church things'. It just wasn't real to me anymore.....more like a Sunday-Sunday 'tradition of pretense' rather than actual 'being smitten with true repentance'. I hung out with normal regular guys that pre-occupied their spare times by gisting, drinking, smoking (sometimes marijuana), womanizing, belonging to cults, etc. However, strangely enough, I could not bring myself to engage in these vices despite the fact that I LOVED THEIR COMPANY. In fact, I loved their lifestyle but I could not live it. Not that I didn't try, but something within me could not bring the rest of my being to do those. I became a prisoner of that inner being that resented the lifestyle that I admired.

After a while, my closest friends knew that I was a virgin and were very uncomfortable with my status. They tried every 'trick' in the book to get me to lose this status but that inner being would not yield despite my apathy to religion. Tricks like cajoling, criticisms, arranging babes, embarrassments, calling me names 'unhealthy', 'abnormal', 'loser', 'coward', 'impotent' were used on many occasions to my hurt but yet, that inner being held the rest of me firm.

Fast-forward to my Masters Class, I 'fell in love' or 'lust' with this babe and was determined to 'be normal' by losing my virginity. Yet all our romance fell short of sex. It got to a point, I started to question my sanity as I wanted to be like 'everyone else'. I wanted to lose my virginity to this very girl.....the love of my life! More than that, I also wanted to prove to myself that I was 'normal'.

Everytime I felt horn.y and had a hard on and thought of sex, a deep fear would suddenly envelope me and a voice will warn me never to do this particular deed, that 'it was the worst sin'. I could not understand that last line as virtually everyone in my circle of friends were having casual sex with sometimes multiple partners and I wondered if they were having the same 'eerie feelings' or hearing the same voice.

I had dated this lady till we were both completing our masters and yet, we have had no sex, no thanks to those eerie feelings and inner voices until I was determined to have sex irrespective of what happens.

D-day: She was alone in her home, I went to see her, we were both horn.y and needed sex so baaaaaadddddd.......that our eyes were dilating because of congi. We soon were all over each other kissing and romancing and before I could say ndeewoo! she was unclad on the floor and I was on top of her unzipping to bring out my joystick. That was when I saw Him.

'Him'? Let me describe Him....

In a flash, my 'eyes' suddenly opened and I saw a white bearded angel standing illuminated over me and the girl. He wore a white robe more like fluorescent shining white. He had a broad gold belt around his waist, He had a curved sword (more like those Arabian Knights curved, C-shaped or bent swords with unusually scary blades). The sword was already drawn and placed at the back of my neck while I was on top of the girl trying to unzip my trouser. I froze in shock The girl had no idea.

The scariest thing about this vision was His eyes. Yellow flames were spurting from His eyes and as I looked at Him, up from the girl, He communicated to me (just one line) without opening His mouth, just with His eyes and I heard Him clearly; "TRY IT AND I CUT OFF YOUR HEAD!" That was all He said and vanished.

Needless to say, my very arouse.d penis became deflated instantly. I suddenly got up from the girl and started apologizing and making up excuses that our relationship was too early for us to go the whole hog. Truth was that I was in too much of a shock to even begin to say what I saw to someone who had not the faintest idea.

I left her place bemused by the vision and lots of questions were ringing in my head including:
Who was I?
What did I just see?
What is the implication of 'cutting off my head?' Was it meant to be a physical cutting-off or spiritual cutting-off? (I was not prepared to find out).
Why me? (I was not even going to any church at that time).
How do I explain this to anybody? Who do I explain it to? Not to any of my friends though. It would have been anything from a case of hallucination to imagination, lies, smoking weed (I don't smoke), weirdo, etc.

But I know what I saw (I saw it clearly) and I know what I heard (clearly). I was 26years at the time, a mature adult.

That experience alone kept me off sex till I married.

Years later when I summoned the courage to let a pastor or two know, they all said that I was a special kid and needed to discover "who I am".

Thank you Ebuetor for the courage to start this thread. This story of mine is not easy at all. So I can appreciate how difficult or uncomfortable you felt relating your deep and very personal experiences. I also want to thank those peeps who have been courageous enough to write their personal experiences. These are unbelievable tales in our normal world.

@ZUBY77

I think you have violated the privacy of all those you snapped with especially the ladies you took to your hotel rooms to 'pray' or do whatsoever with.

That you do not have a problem with it does not necessarily mean that it is decent to flaunt your pictures with others on a public forum and spew out things that are supposed to be personal or rather private.

I just think it is childish and vain-glory.

Grow up Guy!

Such self-destruction instincts for such priceless talent....smh

Truth is no respecter of persons

U can see that the gap between the Ghanaians and the Nigerians continued to narrow-down from 2007 till date until we had a stalemate in 2011.
It can only get better for the Super Eagles. Right now, we are either at par with Ghana or better.

IA = Isi Azu!

Binger pls how are noodles fried?

bandiejay: Jamaica Vegetable at work OP plz stay out of drug not good for your brain

Lolz!

chilling!!!

Schools have become nothing but money-making ventures. They deliver little but milk gullible students dry.

I should be opening one too.

And mind you, she met me when I was seriously in debt and needed help.

She fed us for at least 8 months. So, money was not an inducement whatsoever.

Am I not lucky?
She has the 7 traits and I am not biased 'cause we have lived together for at least 3 years.

I was actually looking for traits amongst the listed that she lacked but found none.

Sometimes, one needs independent posts like this to re-evaluate one's partner.

I am fortunate.

nass07: Wetin be all these trash! Plsssssssssss, something serious is what I came here to read!!!

If you wanted to read sth serious, you wouldn't open the thread.

Kslib:
Hmmmn, this same people said that more than 70% of the Nigerian population earn less than 1$ per day.. The same people said more than 70% of the population sleep hungry.. Na im be say na hungry belle most people dey use ping/browse...

Before? U no know?

Lovely!
_{so Justice Oputa is finally a convert to his son's way of life?}

Please what location is this?

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