DAY 11: SOMETHING I ALWAYS THINK “WHAT IF…” ABOUT

We are surrounded by an unending parade of uncertainties and unconfirmed phenomena and if we decide to sit down and talk about the things we are not sure of, we may end up even doubting our own existence. Speaking of existence, what if the concept of the Matrix is true. 😀 😁 Hold on nau, hear me out first 😋

You all remember the movie: The Matrix right? If you have not seen that movie, you may be excused. Just bookmark this page, download the movie and watch it and then come back and ask for forgiveness 😔. If you’re stubborn are still reading this even when I have clearly instructed that you should go and watch the movie before continuing then you are an outlaw! 😒 I like you already 😚

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DAY 8: SOMETHING I STRUGGLE WITH

Good day guys! Today I’m supposed to tell about something I struggle with. The truth is, we are all broken and have our individual struggles because we are imperfect. So, if you have come here to be judgemental, I suggest you stop reading and go now because I don’t have space for hypocrites on my blog.

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SOMETHING SOMEONE TOLD ME ABOUT MYSELF THAT I WILL NEVER FORGET

It’s Day 2 of the 30-day writing challenge and today I am supposed to write about something someone told me about myself that I will never forget. Well, to be honest, a lot of things have been said to me especially about my personality. Some of them have been very wrong, very negative but some have also been very true and honest.

This thing I’m about to talk about is something that has been said to me so many times in so many different ways even by my own sister and I have been misunderstanding and being defensive about it until just recently when another person said it to me. Three words:

“Get a life”

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5 WAYS TO AVOID LOOSING YOUR THESIS AS A FINAL YEAR STUDENT

As a final year student in any tertiary institution, there are a lot of fears that you may have. Some of which may include your supervisor’s red pen (my greatest fear), the printer at the cyber cafe malfunctioning, lack of resource materials and finally, loosing your thesis file on your personal computer. Infact, the last one should be the greatest fear of all.

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When I wrote the thesis for my undergraduate programme, I had the scare of my life. I had written my thesis up-to chapter 4 and it was approved by my supervisor up till that level. One day, when I wanted to make some corrections on it, the file suddenly became inaccessible. I couldn’t access over 80 pages of months of research (of course you know I mean google. God bless google) and I felt like dying. I tried everything I could but to no avail. The file was lost and I had no back up so I had to start afresh.

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This hasn’t only happened to me, it has happened to many other students in different ways. I know a friend who had an 8 a.m meeting with his supervisor to submit Chapter 1-3 and his laptop crashed by 4 a.m and just like me, he had no backup elsewhere and his hard drive was damaged. I advised him to go and ask his village people some questions lol. On a serious note though, why does this keep happening even after we see it happen to other people. I’ll tell you:

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EMPOWERED WOMEN,  EMPOWER WOMEN. 

Oh my readers forgive me, I no go do am again o! 😢😢

Hello everyone and welcome to the month of July!  Whoop whooop!!  I hope we have all been good to ourselves. That’s great! 

You can’t wait for the story ba?  See your teeth. 😂 Amebo. 

I’m not talking again 😯 

Just kidding!  Let’s wait for these chickens to pass first.  🕒 

🐓🐔🐓🐓🐔🐔🐔🐔🐓🐓🐔🐔🐔🐔🐓🐓🐓

Alright!  

Yesterday while I was scrolling through my timeline, I came across a post by a girl named Oma. She’s a blogger and talks about everything that deserves an opinion on her blog. She had shared one of her posts and the title suggested that women were their own problem. The post in summary was a story about how she mentioned to her mother that she was tired of the traffic and needed to get herself a car. Her mother yelled at her and asked her if she even wanted to get married at all because when she gets a car it would scare away suitors and she’ll most probably end up alone and sad. 

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A friend of mine also shared a story of how she was on a bus conversing in igbo with her friend and was interrupted by the stranger sitting next to her. The stranger scolded her for sounding too “igbotic” and adviced her to speak more English so that she could sound more lady-like and attract suitors. This stranger was a woman. 

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The famous Nigerian Architect and radio host, Jumoke Adenowo in an interview for a women’s show explained how dreams have been killed,  crushed and shattered because mothers and women tell their daughters and friends that: shebi it’s Garri that they will do last last,  just study your nuclear physics and get married. 

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Everyday on social media and in random discussions, the issue of the discrimination against humans because they are female come up. I sit back and realise that the people who advocate for their freedom do this mostly before the ones who discriminate. But amongst themselves, they feel less. 

Women! We might be our own problem! 
We will not get the treatment and recognition we deserve by lip service,  we get it by working on ourselves and helping ourselves. But no! We have turned ourselves into competitors for a negligible price. Everyday there is a constant struggle for a meal ticket that we can afford. We smile to win, we speak to admonish and we dress to slay. Everything we do is just so that Justine will not do it better than we have done it. 

I envy men sometimes because even in diversity,  there is a sense of community, understanding and respect they have for their counterparts. Correct me if I’m wrong. With us? It’s always a competition. We see ourselves as less and teach our daughters to be less. It’s an endless cycle that continuously mass produces a set of brain washed women who fight for nothing. 

We should owe our daughters, sisters and friends the responsibility to empower ourselves because in so doing,  we empower them too. We owe them belief in ourselves and we owe them success. 

Stop seeing the woman next to you as a competitor and start seeing her as a sister. We are in no competition because at the end of the day,  we all die and the things we kill ourselves over will perish.

Help the lady next to you by first helping yourself. Success and happiness is not gender selective. Stop the ill-advicing, the envy,  the hate,  the fighting,  the scowls and the gossip. Stop basing your happiness in what Obinna thinks or what Chidimma says. Just be a woman. 

This is why I have stopped advocating for gender equality and this is why I have not identified with feminism because I don’t know who to fight for or speak for. We must first unite before deciding to fight. 

Let us empower ourselves and in so doing, we might even prove our worth without even trying. 

Thanks and have a lovely Sunday. 

– Nduka Ifeoma

STORY – ONYINYE’S TALE 3

 

She obviously loved James with all her heart and couldn’t wait to get married to him but the uncertainties of life wouldn’t let her mind rest. Something inside her head kept telling her that maybe her parents had a point.


It was Friday finally and the week actually ended better than it started. Mr. Femi had been going for site jobs for the whole week so there was no yelling or insulting in the office and her mum hadn’t called her again. At around 12 o’ clock, Onyinye was about to step out of the office for lunch when her phone rang and she checked her phone screen and it read “Tari the b*tch”. She picked,

“Tari the bitch!”

“Onyinye the whore!”

The two bestfriends greeted themselves in their usual manner and laughed their heads off for about three seconds. Onyinye met Tari two years ago during her NYSC camp at Delta state and ever since they haven’t let go of each other.

“Babes where have you been oo, you have replaced me abi?” Tari teased

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STORY- I ASKED FOR FUN 1

When my mum announced to us a week ago that we were going to the village for our Christmas holiday, I felt like slapping the excitement off her face because I didn’t understand it. In plain terms, I hated my village. There was no network to chat, no electricity during the day, and I had no friends to talk to there. My dad is the eldest in the family and so he has the oldest kids, all we had was ourselves and smaller cousins who couldn’t understand or speak English. It was terrifying.

For the past one week, we had been having the same daily routine. We would wake up at six to pray with the other families in the compound. I never understood the songs they sang or the prayers they said because it was all in my native dialect. My mum usually gave me the stare during these prayers because I simply kept mute and looked around like I was in a museum. After prayers, breakfast would be served from the communal local kitchen that always made my eyes water with all the smoke from burning firewood. It was either fried plantain with pap or tea and bread. No indomie, no eggs, nothing!

The last time I complained to my mother about the food and my father overheard it, I got the shouting of my life.

“You are still 16 and under my roof! What I have, you eat! If you do not like the food, go hungry or get a job. Nonsense!”

Oh lord, when was it going to end?!

The worst part of my day was taking my bath. The bathroom was about six meters away from the main house and not only was it untiled and slippery, you had to walk all the way back to the house with the harmattan breeze drying you up, making you cold and cracking your already cracked lips. This happened to me on the first four days of our stay until I devised a means to manage it: early baths.

I woke up as early as 5 o’clock and took my bath behind our house before it was time for prayers and that solved it all for me. Or did it?

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THE MYSTERY BLOGGER AWARD

Hi guys! So I was in my room watching an old Jennifer López movie: “The Wedding Planner” when I get a WordPress notification telling me that Bookyglover commented on my post. That was when I saw that she had nominated me for an award known as:

The Mystery Blogger Award

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The Mystery Blogger Award is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion.
– Okoto Enigma

The creator, Okoto Enigma who describes herself as creatively bored, came up with this idea to create a large community of bloggers and also to expose many amazing blogs to recognition. I, personally think its an awesome idea and I hope it continues to grow even more than it already is.

Thanks a lot Booky for giving me this opportunity to join this community and to help spread this concept too! This was very unexpected!

I am supposed to nominate at least 10 others, so if I have nominated you, here are the guidelines:

  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. List the rules.
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  6. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people
  7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)
  9. Share a link to your best post(s)

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STUCK IN SEPTEMBER

I woke up this morning with sore feet from the dance rehearsals yesterday and a sore, itchy right eye from the day before due to an infection. I woke up as always and picked up my phone and I saw it there:

“01-10-16”

with a picture of me smiling the background.

I then turned over and tried to meditate on the month of September and my dealings with her. I tried to concentrate but there was a spinning sound in the background and I turned to my right side and realised that my DVD player was still paused on Episode 4 of Orange is the new Black Season 3. (Yes, I’m a fan)

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THE BLOG IS ONE! 

Hello guys! It’s true! The Blog is one! 😆😆

I cannot believe it has been a year of constant blogging. I must confess keeping you guys entertained and informed all at the same time has been big wahala! And you know what? I love your wahala ;);).

I started this blog which was formerly known as GirlUp n Walk on the 19th of September, 2015 (two days after my birthday). I formerly owned a blog (cciamaka.wordpress.com) which I had been running for almost a year but I left it to start afresh.

Why did I start afresh?

I started afresh because it was something I had to do. I had been thinking about starting not just a blog but my whole life afresh by August last year when I was done with my final year exams and I thought to myself  “oh you’re starting a new life journey, why not start a blog and base that blog on this journey?” And that’s how my baby was born.

I had spoken to a few people about it including Bamiyo of BAMZIE’S blog about it and the support I received was unexpected actually. This 100 percent support was all I needed to kick start the movement.

With me at the beginning was Ijeoma Unachukwu who is an awesome writer, you should check her posts out, they are still available on the blog. Her write ups brought in traffic that I still don’t understand till date. Lol Yes! She is that good. I also had Mercy who was constantly giving the readers updates on make-up and skin and then Anita who wrote articles that made the readers feel good about themselves.

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