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Friends of Foes Part II

In Jesus name I worship. As Bola rounded up her prayers, she heard carried her handbag and was headed to her Job interview. As she drove, her entire mind was preoccupied with Tara. Why is she not returning my calls, hope everything is ok with this girl.
Since both ladies graduated from college, Bola has been applying to numerous accounting jobs but is yet to secure a career. She refuses to feed herself from paycheck to paycheck and will not give up till her dream job lands on her feet before she clocks twenty-eight. Tara is already an intern for her mother while she takes part-time classes to get ready for her DAT exam, the dreaded entry exam everyone hopes and prays to pass on the first attempt. Although both ladies have been busy with trying to make future preparation, considering they were not getting younger, the dent in their relationship from college is yet to be address.

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Beauty Redifined

We were all taking a lunch break in the conference room and three of my colleagues, one Nigerian male and female, and one African-American female, got together, strategizing on how to climb higher on the success ladder. Continue reading “Beauty Redifined”

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Friends of Foes Part I

Oh my God! Bolanle that party was off the chain but then again, you couldn’t care less. Your “born again” attitude limits the amount of fun you’re allotted as Motara shadily references to her roommate who seemed buried in her daily devotional bible. So Tara the talkative, tell me how many guys flocked after you and begged you for your number, as Bola’s response provoked Tara. Na you sabi (whatever). Anyways, I met this one guy that I think will be a perfect match for you but you need to clean up nice sha. Try some makeup and wear something presentable. We have a date night next week Friday. Bola slowly descends her bible on her bed, while centering her gait towards Tara, Mi o gbo ( I didn’t hear you clearly). The only date happening is me in the upcoming night vigil. Tara, aren’t you a Christian, honestly, I think you should come along…..aaaah please spare me as Tara cuts in. Baby girl what exactly is your problem Tara shouts back at Bola, whose mouth was still agape. Ok fine, don’t come along, I’ll just find him another babe who will benefit from not only his wallet, but his good looks and compassion. He’s the son of one of the biggest oil tycoons in Nigeria waiting to take over his father’s company, in fact, he already took over. And I wonder why you’re not all up on him, Bolanle responded under her breath. You always have something to say, smart mouth, gosh you get on my damn nerve!!!

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Strange Encounters

Lol I find this topic very amusing each time my friends and I gather together and rehash our experiences in the first few months of out arrival to the States. Luckily for me, my parents resided in the country side so the embarrassment was concealed. However, my bush girl sides had been explored and manifested right from the airport.

As we took we landed in Amsterdam, I was pretty much lost as people were coming and going with their overbearing luggage. The TV screams showed times, gate numbers and destinations in all rainbow colors but lil’ol me had the most difficult time comprehending anything. In an attempt to be less static, I decided to open my mouth and ask for a gate number that connects to the U.S flight, the guys did not hear a word of my generic American english. then my Nigerian accent automatically kicked it but this man could still not understand. I just waved him goodbye as his was useless to me at that point. So i decided to walk to a cop, but soon as i saw his dog, who by the was as tall as me, omo, na so i waka commot before dog bite me (I walked away to avoid an unwarranted dog bite). Anyways, i decided to use the restroom and believe me this was another obstacle for me. As I went to relief my bladder, the toilet refused to flush. My blood pressure started racing to the hills, after waving effortlessly towards the censor, giving up seemed like the logic thing to do. On my way out of the stall, the loud flushing sound followed and I almost died of a panic attack. Oyinbo man will not kill me with technology. Hand washing time and had no idea where to get the soap. Checked the bathroom stall again to make sure the soap was not hiding somewhere with the tissue. Luckily, I observes a lady wash her hands and that of her child. My copycat-ness was activated instantly!. My stress level this time had skyrocketed to Mars, so I decided to have a sit to rest my small tired shoulders.

Suddenly i heard a familiar language. Iya mi, mo ti de america oh!!!! (My mom, i’m in America now!!!!). I felt half way relived as I proceeded towards this man in hopes of at least asking him the direction. Soon as he got off the phone, I kindly asked him in yoruba where the gate to my connect flight was.The look on his face was that of thief, caught red-handed. Asides from the fact that i just heard him lie to his mother, he was stunned when he learnt I’m a Yoruba girl. Apparently, I looked Ghanaian. I still cannot comprehend his racial conclusion about me, but that was the least of my problem at the time. We both made our way towards the gate and found out we had three more hours to burn. We began talking and getting to know each other, where he was going, his reasons for travelling and so on. As a typical Nigerian guy, he asked for my name and my phone number. Well at the time, giving your number out had no significant meaning attached to the purpose so I gave him the home phone. Three hours later we were in the same plane but different seat. We separated in Atlanta and both took off for our various destination. To be honest, this guys was deleted off my memory very quickly.

Once I landed in Dulles, I saw my mother with teary eyes. I jumped for this woman and we both nearly fell. She held onto my tiny hands like i was a broomstick. Are you sure you ate anything in Nigeria, what happened, you look so pale. I was just too excited to reciprocate. On the highway home, the journey seemed like eternity. I could not stop asking what seems like foolish questions now. Where is the white house? Are white people nice? Do you get arrested for noise pollution? Is it true NEPA are against lights out here? Are you rich? When can we eat burger?….My excitement was unconfined. Here I am in American, making shakara oh!

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Out of the Norm

Hoorah!!!! My very first post First, I contemplated to be an anonymous and private blogger for a while now . One of the many reasons is fear of harsh comments that social media has generated. However, I decided to come out of my shell and just learn to deal with it, and by dealing for the most part, i mean ignoring it. Not to say I going to welcome hurtful or cyber bullying on my blog, but it will be unrealistic to assume one will not come across such comments later on.

Moving right along, i plan on using the blog as a platform to mediate between high-end and within the budget mix hopefully for all readers across the globe. Here is the thing. I have been reading blogs and watching a lot of YouTube videos on either makeup applications, how to mix clothes and trendy styles but what i’m yet to observe is a feedback from most of the followers. Although most YouTube sensations and bloggers encourage a certain giveaway or fashion and style challenge but that is only short-lived after a shout out or when the giveaway ends.

My plan for this blog, especially with make up is to mediate and integrate high and low ends of trending as well as creative mixes to suit different personalities. I will also be posting many inspirational pictures and how to affordably recreate them. This mentality is general across board for each class of beauty and style that may be of interest to my readers. YouTube is out of the questions for now, as that is not a passion of mine yet, but if time permits and as my blog thrives, there might be a possibility in the main time, have a wonderful day.

In conclusion, this blog is something I do for fun or as a get away, while inspiring anyone who might be interested. Although, I do well with constructive criticism, as lesson is meant to be learnt everyday, however any negative or derogatory comments will not be welcomed or entertained.