Decades: Chunks of Time

Well, I am still yet to meet one of the top bosses at work, but generally, I think I have settled in. There is a lot of reading to do however. I hope I can catch up, and eventually make myself useful. School work is very very far from what I am seeing in the industry. Being a website developer and manager, did not expose me to the world of programming like I have seen since last week. And I am beginning to fear that my mother's analysis is true: I might get so engrossed in the job that I might start to neglect other parts of my life, namely family, fitness and Christianity - actually HER. I thank God that I'm already on the journey of spiritual growth, and that I am in a fulfilling understanding relationship, cos I don't know if I would have created time for that after I get into the "groove" of the software industry. APOLOGY: TO THOSE NOT IN THE COMPUTER SOFTWARE ARENA. SORRY FOR BORING YOU IN THIS POST. I PROMISE [TO TRY] NOT TO DO IT AGAIN. About the car - well...

I have finally gotten a job. In fact, I resumed on Thursday. And I was relieved, because the state director himself announced that if a corper was not posted by the second week of January, the person's file would be sent back to Abuja (head office) and remobilized (which means, reposted to another state, another job etc). I got posted in the second week. Thank God. On resumption, i was woken up. Yes I mean figuratively, not literarily (gotcha, Xi!). I thought I had knowledge - a passing knowledge of some processes, until I was given a sound lecture on what technology is all about RIGHT NOW. I am still in the Jurassic era, and I shudder to think of all the sleepless nights ahead of me, while trying to catch up with the rest of the world. I hope Vicky will not suffer for it - as in communication and everything, because, as I see it, no more late night calls for me. God is my strength. my most favorite slogan right now was stolen from Diamond Bank: Where you are going should look noth...

Where were you seven years ago? Well, I will tell you where i was. I was at a crossroads of some sort. i had just finished my high school education and didnt really know which way forward. It seemed i was going to be a daddy's girl and read medicine like he wanted me to. But I look back now and wonder how i would have turned out if I had. As God would have it, I read Computer science - a course that i did not come in contact with until after my high school grad. I read it in a public university and ended up spending six years doing a four year course thanks to the incessant strikes and disruptions in our school calendar. Recently I went to my alma mater - Babcock University, for a visit. It was so.....different. Everything had changed - the school, the university - everything! I didnt know anywhere anymore. i went with my brother, and it soon began to look like I was the prodigal personm, because it seemed at every five steps, i encountered my juniors from high school, who were in ...

"Why are you so uptight?" she asks him, sitting opposite him to better view his face."I'm not uptight," he replies, but keeps looking at everything else but her. "I came here to talk to you, to see you and to ask you a few questions," she continues bravely, unable to hide the sadness at what he had become - a silhouette of himself. Taking his silence as an indication to continue, she asks, "Why are you irritated with me? What could I have possibly done wrong that I did right the last 20 yrs? I've been taking care of your assets, your children, your family, for the last 5 yrs. I've been standing up for you, defending you, and covering up for you all this while. What did I do wrong?" He sighs. He shakes his head. "People told me I was a fool to leave all my life's work in your hands, that you would go away with it in the end. They were right because now you are talking of leaving me, when all I ever wanted was to make life bett...

Well, firstly, MERRY CHRISTMAS IN ARREARS!There, I know its late but better late than never, you know.I went to my mother's hometown, to attend my mum's cousin's housewarming party. They are wealthy, and I don't even mean Nigerian wealthy. I mean really wealthy but not filthy rich yet (the husband's 50th birthday party was aired all through Nigeria). So, they just finished their second house in their hometown, after building two mansions in Lagos. Its tastefully furnished and well - planned, something we have all come to expect from them. Now my cousins are really exotic - the girl barely stayed in Nigeria to finish her university education - she left in yr 2, went to London and made her mark, did her masters, and is now working for a reputable oil and gas company in ireland. She's got twin brothers, who are so similar and dissimilar at the same time. One schooled and now works in the US, while the other stayed home for his education, did [horrible] NYSC, and tr...

MERRY XMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR IN ADVANCE! I have been wondering at the sluggishness in the arrival of my xmas and New year packages, so I want to announce that I have extended the deadline for the submission is now 3rd January 2008! Hurry!

First of all, Happy New Month Everybody! I have been absent because I have been searching for a job. But I missed blogging so I ran back. I just finished watching Will Smith's "The Pursuit of Happyness" and I cried and cried, at the frustrastion illustrated there, then I cried tears of joy when he was given a ray of light in the midst of the darkness. I cried at his bravery in facing all the terrible things that happened to him head on. I cried when he had to lock him and his son up in a train station's toilet so the boy could sleep at night. I cried when he could not sleep. I cried when he beat the odds. Chris Gardner is one brave guy. Its a true story so I know he's out there somewhere. And I am grateful to him for telling his own story. No one would see him now in 2007 and think he had to fight to stay in line in a homeless shelter so he could get a decent bed for his son at night. No one would see his success and believe that he ever made an investment mistake...