Alfred’s Creed.

Men

Hi guys, I know it’s been more than a while. In fact, I accepted that I was done here. But then… I’ll discuss this in a different post. I should spin a story around today’s post but I’ll rather just get down to what’s on my mind. Here goes…

I had this conversation with Alfred**. He asked me to advice him on the sexual harassment he is receiving from three ladies in his office. He works in a medium sized mall. He is the legal officer/HR manager. They come into his office separately. They touch him, kiss him, among other things. I advised him to leave his door open and move his table and chair so that its facing the door. Alfred didn’think that it was necesaary. He said that it will be out of place to start leaving the door of his office open. I told him that I couldn’t think of any other answer. So I told him that he should ask his friends. He replied “men don’t discuss these things”. They always find away a way to deal with this. He said that any man looking at this as a problem to the extent of discussing it with his friends will be laughed at. I was perplexed. But it got me thinking. Ladies don’t like to talk about the sexual pressure they get from their partners in relationships and men don’t like to talk about the sexual pressure or harassment going on in their workplace. Is this a fact or crap?

Same guy told me that it’s dumb to run away from temptation but smart to run into it, especially when his long time girlfriend won’t find out. Are these the kind ofn men that exist these days? Because apparently, I asked a couple of guys their thoughts on it and they said ladies and men don’t see anything in this. 

They won’t condone with it in their relationships but people are cheating without their partners knowing.

So people what are your thoughts?

 

**Alfred is incognito.

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Everything is now Commercialized!

The world keeps evolving.

Now an old man marries a girl child.

A woman marries a man that can be called her son or grandson.

A woman proposes to the man.

A man marries another man.

A woman does the same.

A woman wakes up tomorrow and says that she wants to be a man.

A man does the same.

Now kids are doing the same.

 

Women remove their uterus because they don’t want to have children. Some have this agreement in their marriages. They want to be companions to each other but don’t want to have children.

Parents watch your children. The media is evil.

 

What happens to procreation? Can the transgender persons make babies?

Or gays?

Everything is now commercialized.

 

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I do not intend to judge anybody. I’m just sharing what I think has come to stay with us. These are just my thoughts and maybe the thoughts of others. 

Beautiful Impressions is 1!!!

*insert your feel-good-song and share in the comment box*

Hi guys! It’s only been a minute or is it?

Happy new year! I hope the year’s been good for you? If it hasn’t, then there are many more months for that to change. If it’s been good then keep being grateful to God.

I don’t even know where to start from. All that’s ringing in my head is that this blog is One. It was actually one yesterday but I didn’t have the time to come here.

I remember deleting the other blog and telling myself that I would never write again. If you are a writer you know that these things don’t work like that. Writing doesn’t just go away. I found myself itching to write; to have this outlet, for my ideas and thought processes. Within a month of permanently deleting the other, I started this one.

I can’t say that I haven’t had the mind to delete this one. There have been many times. There are still those times but something keeps stopping me. It’s already a year after. It’s been more successful than I ever imagined. I must confess that I keep feeling that this blog isn’t all that or there are great writers out there and this one is bleh. Then I read this blog from someone’s phone blocking the fact that I am the writer,  it’s not supposed to work but it does and just reading it like I do many other blogs and I can’t stop smiling. Yes, I’m a writer and a good one.

If you may, share this blog with somebody.

I’m grateful to God for the mind he has given me to write most of these things here. I’m grateful to friends for their encouragement and constructive criticisms. I couldn’t have done it without you all. You are all awesome.

Now I wish I was going to say that I’m going to be here more often from today. But I can’t. School beckons everyday until August. Please remember me in your prayers. Just mention ‘lily’ in them. God totally understands.

To beautiful impressions!!!

Love and laughter.

Lily.

Intercessions of a mother

She’s such a beautiful child who cried the river and drowned the whole world when she smiled. Do you know why she cries? You know but you choose to look the other way. Each year, her whimpering starts a month to her birthday. She’s going to be five years old and she hasn’t celebrated any birthday.

You keep shouting at her with your deep bass voice and she keeps shuddering and shrieking into a shadow of herself. Since she was two, she knew what if felt like to have her own birthday and couldn’t have one. She was either present at her brother’s birthday or her classmates who celebrated theirs in school. So she knows what it feels like to be left out.

Do you know you may be contributing to it? With your voice and the manner in which you handle her cannot be said to be on a par with a child of five. She’s all ignorance and bliss.

Learn to be a daddy to your daughter and she may just learn to get out of stammering.

 

From pockets of nothingness

So while I started typing this, Coldplay’s Fix You kept playing in my head. Maybe you should play it while reading this. Enjoy!

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Do you know that feeling you have when you find learning in pockets of nothingness?

Do you know that feeling you have when you allow yourself to learn just by being open minded; when you allow yourself to feel your surrounding?

Do you know the feeling of learning from interacting with people when you didn’t see slews of  education coming your way?

That’s when you love education.

That’s when it’s beautiful: finding learning from pockets of nothingness.

I think I have mentioned in a previous post that I hated Lagos. Well presently, it has reduced to dislike or maybe it is in the grey. I’m in that grey that is neither hate nor love.

I’ve come to realize that Lagos isn’t so bad. Lagos pushes you to try harder, to work harder. So let’s call it making a better person. No matter how much I complain, I know that today is a better me and tomorrow by His grace, a better Lily has risen by a notch.

I got chatting with S about Lagos. I wanted to know about her experiences. She says that she prefers Lagos to Abuja where she grew up. I don’t know if her preference is influenced as result of meeting her fiance here or if it’s because she saw what I’m seeing after a few days in going to Law school in Lagos. I already feel that Lagos has more opportunities than Abuja. S added that in work places in Lagos you tend to work with your age grade but in Abuja you don’t. Of course, working with your age grade brings about common grounds, friendship among your colleagues as well as working efficiency.

I’ve also learnt to be open minded too.

I was chatting with a friend yesterday who’s also being registered in Lagos law school but hasn’t gotten accommodation. She was asking me about my roommates and I told her that they seem alright although they happen to be of the yoruba tribe excluding me. She told me that a mutual friend of ours isn’t happy that her roommate, in particular the one whom she shares wardrobe with doesn’t wear earrings. Hence, she summed her (the roommate) as a religious fanatic and someone she wouldn’t get along with.

My reply to my friend was that I can’t under a day of meeting (I didn’t saying living with my roommates and neither has our mutual friend) my roommates condemn them because yoruba people are said to be gossips, troublemakers and loud. If I condemn them, then you have a right to call me a a neurotic tight ass. And I don’t even see what a christian fanatic has to do with sharing a wardrobe. If at all said roommate is one.

Finally, I’ve learnt to take one day at a time, to be open minded and suck in the ambience that surrounds me because finding learning in pockets of nothingness is a beautiful thing.

So Random

This isn’t a story, this happened to me today. Enjoy!

I have a test coming up on Tuesday and I have been finding it difficult to study. I chose to leave my room and roommates and go to class. Of course, I thought I left the distraction in the hostel but it seemed like I didn’t.

I sat near the window to study in class. I needed the air and a little distraction in order to read. I had just gone past a page when a guy walked past my window severally. He didn’t look familiar so I went back to my book. He finally gathered some courage and stopped infront of my window.

He told me that he didn’t know me but he knew I had been reading in the same class for many years. He had only just graduated and came to collect his National Youth Service call-up letter which would or rather should be distributed on Tuesday. He said that he wanted to thank me. For what? I couldn’t imagine what impact I may have made on a stranger but I thought to exercise patience and listen.

He told me that I was his motivation in his days of studying in school. He said he always saw me studying and spending many hours in class. There were times that he wanted to leave the class but he felt that he wasn’t entitled to leave before me since I came before him. He noticed many things about me like the fact that I’m too focused when I’m studying, the particular seats I sat in class, the fact that I always studied alone, what my rechargeable lamp looked like. He noticed many things though.

Anyway, he said that he graduated with a second class upper and got a good CGPA and working at a successful company in Abuja. His family was proud of him but he had always wanted to find me and thank me for “coming to class”, being his “motivator”, and his “beacon”( those were his words).

Why am I sharing this?

Just before I came to class, I was telling my roommate that I wanted to study indoors this semester. I told her that I was going to find a way to stop going out to read even if it meant waking up at nights to study. Apparently, I was tired of spending a minimum of one hour making pleasantries to friends and acquaintances before studying.

If anybody told me that I could motivate or be a catalyst to someone’s success I would have told that person that s/he was a big joker. I generally have a big problem with being conspicuous; I’ll rather be left by myself. So I found it difficult to believe that by being inconspicuous I could affect a person.

I may have influenced many other people; I may have influenced just him but I was/am happy that I influenced someone by being me.