Ask to be Wise!

Living in Abuja isn't such a bad idea. But if you're very sure your parents aren't well to do or you don't have a very fantastic paying job, please stay away. Am amazed at the number of people who wouldn't only enter buses instead of "cheap" cabs but would rather even flag down vehicles for free rides(something I have learnt never to do since the myth of turning to either a goat or yam spread round).

My thoughts have been proven wrong. The whole fantasy of meeting the high class young men or even ladies for business connections, has since been washed away. There are the big areas and the small ones. For me, the biggest hangout spot is Silverbird Entertainment Centre..........but I never see them there. Wondering where they all go to, I really wonder. But a few people I know have met a few of these big ones too, but really, how sure am I they aren't all fake.

I have also come to realise that there's really no middle class here in Abuja unlike in Lagos where I have lived all my life. Living in 1004 Estates, Victoria Island then meant I was a cool child of the Government having also gone to correct Federal Schools. But really, can you be middle class in Abuja When rent in town for a 2 bedroom flat would cost N1.5million? When Creche services cost N75,000 per month( is the baby already a doing Masters?), When a tokunbo car is sold for N800,000 in Lagos but is N1.2million here? Where to rent a shop costs N1.5million( are you selling diamonds) and the list never ends.

I don't like to suffer oooo, but with this high living in Abuja, I wouldn't mind going back to Lagos or even Ibadan( sebi there's kuku shoprite & cinema there now). Wonder if people don't have villages anymore. But really, why suffer in a place when there's peace of mind in another. Be wise as to living your life. Because for me, living life to the fullest is the best God wants for us.

Be wise my dear! Be wise!!!!!!

My Ring!

Although the law dinners that made we (the ladies) have only our natural hairs on had since passed, the thought of having any kind of artificial or synthetic hair fixed to my scalp could run me mad. The scorching sun had changed my view of beauty all of a sudden.

It was saturday morning and I was sitting in Aunty Rose's salon in my hostel, hoping to wash and set my short fine hair. But to my amusement,  I met four girls already gisting whilst just one of them made her hair. I'll wait I said to myself and am glad I did because their gist made sense.

Can you imagine he sent her a ring all the way from Lagos? I can't even take it? Who does that? What rubbish? As in? Are you kidding me? -were all questions these soon to be friends of mine went on asking. My own was, though they were friends,  why were they carrying another's person's problems inside leather box and putting theirs in poly bag. Little did I know I was going to contribute my own questions- only for one reason though. Why would any guy send his girlfriend an engagement ring from Lagos expecting her to slide it into her 3rd finger herself........Is he a joker?

Apparently, this girl beign gossiped about is a friend I met early in the year at the same salon and now she's the talk of the hostel.

First rule for me about any proposal is that the guy must be there physically.  Whether or not he kneels on one knee isn't my issue- the expression on his face is all that would matter. Its not even like this boy is in the UK or USA o, he's in Lagos.  Patapata, N5,000 Chisco night bus to Abuja would show he's ready to be her superman forever.

Second is that even if my man can't afford putting up my pictures on the cinema screen whilst a movie is paused for him to propose to me or kneel in the middle of the Palms Shopping Mall, Lekki, Lagos with soft music playing in the background, he could just do it at his house after cooking me dinner or maybe in Mr. Biggs so at least people would clap.

So if you ever feel like engaging your babe, buy the best ring your pocket could get and make it quite romantic. And for the girls, just show you love him by crying as usual while you shout out YES, I WILL.

My hair is all fried now and ready to be flaunted round school and who knows if my Mr. Proposal would be out at the same time. *wink.

Proudly 9ja

Am proud of being a Nigerian. Its just not fair that my state doesn't have oil, but not to worry, I hear we have gold.  Its friday and everyone is happy for reasons so wide to list. But the fact we can dress traditionally makes the class so colourful unlike the sober white and black uniforms we always have to wear .

The Niger-Deltans are so excited this morning because their Cultural week comes up soon. Tickets are sold at N500 each, not so bad for all the excitement and fun they have promised. Colourful attires I can see on the stage from my green chair because almost all of them are advertising. 

The most exciting part was the time to give  out free tickets as long as the questions they would ask would be answered correctly. The first question was "What is the name of the president of the Student Representative Council?"; my friend got it right and was handed a free ticket. The second question was "How many states make the Niger-Delta and list them?". I didn't know myself so I asked my friend sitting close to me and she said 9 even though she could metion only 7-good try. But there goes a woman who wants to win the ticket and after saying there are 9 states, she started.......Ondo, Delta, Akwa-Ibom, Edo, *Calabar*. What? Even if you didn't go to the best primary school, you should at least know the states and capital of your beloved country, as I know for sure even her youngest child knows *Calabar* is a capital. Trust law students, the uproar was much more than when politicians fight at their meetings. She sat down in shame whilst we continued to laugh out loud. She didn't even get a ticket for trying but she sure learnt a new thing.

The simplest you can do to the growth of Nigeria is to know the 36 states and their capitals. 

Time for the lecture now, keep smiling till another writeup from the sunny Bwari comes your way.

The days seem to be running and my days at the Nigerian Law School,  Bwari, Abuja are almost coming to an end. Too many experiences, too many eye opening events, too many romantic stories etc.

The most interesting of them all is the "pretence act" of almost everyone. Well, its fantastic enough to know that someone who is referred to as the most-handsome boy is owing his classmate about N20,000. Well, that probably isn't so much money but why parade yourself as a big boy when you have to live off someone not as handsome as you are. The fantasy about this is that he has more girlfriends(each for a particular duty-buy breakfast, lunch, dinner, warm him up in the cold Bwari nights, take him to unwind, drive him to town with her own car etc).

The latest of all those imaginable pretence acts is an interesting story of a foreign student who is owing three people the sum of N400,000 and guess another far away in England,  a whole £550. How did I know all these? Well, I know things.

This isn't to spite fake boys or "holla at your boys" dudes but to also warn off men who might fall into traps of beautiful girls who borrow almost everything except undies just to keep up the trend. Likewise there are stories of ladies with "swollen belles" all in the name of marriage. A job well done. Ladies who are so full of themselves dating "married" guys.

Too many articles coming your way all the way from Bwari.  Sit & read with joy.