tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66790570444133548282024-02-20T18:21:03.002+00:00Literal Diva A confused individual trying to navigate her way through life, facing different challenges along the way, this blog is my getaway and my way of sharing my experiences and love for writing.
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Instagram: FirstlaydeeeRuqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-12430684607162090702021-06-12T21:18:00.000+01:002021-06-12T21:18:08.832+01:00I PICKED UP THE HIJAB<p> I'm slowly transitioning from a cleavage bearing, alcohol sipping Muslim woman to a full-time hijabi. </p><p>Where do I start from? I've always wanted to be a hijabi but I didn't have the courage to do it, I admired Muslim women in their scarves and hijab, I gave it a go in Uni, tied a turban for a few weeks and I got bored and ditched it. </p><p>Told myself I will pick it up when I get married, I still need enough time to flaunt my locs, bare my chest and wear dresses with slits going above my knees. </p><p>I enjoyed sipping cocktails, drinking champagne and mostly Jack Daniels and coke, I quit alcohol a few times, the longest I went without alcohol was 12 months. I'm not an alcoholic, I go months without drinking on the regs,. especially when I'm in Dublin, but I need booze to survive in Lagos. A few shots once I get home from the airport, then Star Radler or Snapp before noon, this continues until I leave the city. </p><p>My motto was " I can't be sober in Lagos". <span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p><br />Then I got slightly tipsy on my birthday in December and put my charger in the bin, didn't drink for 6 months before this. January came and I had a conversation with a new friend about the negative effect of alcohol consumption as a Muslim. </p><p>" I know we all sin, but some sins are just not worth it, you spend a lot of money on it, get intoxicated and end up with a terrible hangover. What do you gain from drinking and what will happen to you if you don't drink? " .</p><p>He compared it with sex, the comparison was slightly flawed but I got his point. </p><p>Made up my mind not to drink, touch or buy alcohol that night, it's being 5 months and I've not been tempted, it feels great turning down alcohol every time someone offered. </p><p>I decided to give the Hijab a go, started buying scarves, picked it up on the first day of Ramadan and I'm loving every moment of the journey, it's a bit weird with some of my clothes, I can't give away all my clothes, gave away the extreme ones and kept the rest. </p><p>It's almost two months since I started, although I rushed out of the house for a medical emergency one night and didn't realise my hair exposed until I got to the hospital </p><p>I went to the market, picked some nice fabrics to make Kimonos, now I wear them on knee-length or sleeveless dresses. </p><p>I hide my cleavage under my scarf, slits under kimonos. </p><p>The annoying part about covering my hair is getting called "Hajia or Alhaja", which wrecks my head.</p><p>XXXX</p><p>L D </p>Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-81649367566199786702020-12-02T06:03:00.003+00:002020-12-02T06:03:47.235+00:0027<p> Hi Guys,</p><p>I'm officially in my late twenties, well late twenties start at 26, I'm counting from 27 because that's 3 years from 30 and 3 years is a long time. </p><p>I am a day older, my 27th birthday was yesterday the 1st of December. I was expecting sadness, I had it all planned in my head, get a hotel, a bottle of Prosecco, some Chinese and sushi have a lovely bubble bath, pray and cry myself to sleep. </p><p>Unfortunately, thing's did not go as planned and I'm not mad at it. <span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p>I started my prayers at half 11, prayed for about an hour, felt a certain sense of happiness and joy after praying and that was enough for the entire day. </p><p>I watched a few Youtube videos, played switch with my cousin. Played the lotto, won 4 euros, even though I paid 7 for the ticket. I play the lotto on my birthday. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSIwNxgOCAPu4GHl0_lWJdOuOLF6M5AUdE_Ev7QYEyC6rqqqBBOozvqBIs-_c3tFzuKnYIpQh9leJnVi5IbehZoKPNAPJqpVJqNYmnoKaCaqL-yTI5iNKtyjRRNA_2f6PyZVJQB4CuM4Z/s2220/lotto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2220" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSIwNxgOCAPu4GHl0_lWJdOuOLF6M5AUdE_Ev7QYEyC6rqqqBBOozvqBIs-_c3tFzuKnYIpQh9leJnVi5IbehZoKPNAPJqpVJqNYmnoKaCaqL-yTI5iNKtyjRRNA_2f6PyZVJQB4CuM4Z/s320/lotto.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I took some photo's, which almost ruined the day because I noticed how much weight I gained, my jeans don't fit and a double chin is starting to form. HELP!!!! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinZGeTMy8jK7cvZBm-nn7CYkbQSLQmrzLQx3fsT3AnHsq2ubZPD-I7mVxX6bK7mErU_rYV4-cQyLv23DAHxvapljzze1OruwDOTShPwbG-CGbVBxKHuW5OQH2n3ywE1JM6f9C3mfW1Hkz/s2048/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2047" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinZGeTMy8jK7cvZBm-nn7CYkbQSLQmrzLQx3fsT3AnHsq2ubZPD-I7mVxX6bK7mErU_rYV4-cQyLv23DAHxvapljzze1OruwDOTShPwbG-CGbVBxKHuW5OQH2n3ywE1JM6f9C3mfW1Hkz/s320/27.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><p></p><p>I looked back at the last year, and I am very happy for the small wins, small wins are all I have, but I am very optimistic and I am very sure thing will be way better before my 28th. </p><p>Was in an accident two days before my birthday last year, I spent the day and 23 more days in the hospital with my ex, one thing I am very happy about is the gift of life and good health </p><p>I'm starting to see signs of the great things coming my way and I honestly cannot wait for everything to fall into place, an acquaintance from law school reached about an opportunity that can be career-changing.</p><p>I ended the day with some cheap wine, cocktails and Chinese.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8wTwXTYuszS8uohcewkJCb9F1rH1-5FPo5aldGNbIS8oZG60m9tkMiwGeQa3H2nubVC-mgm4mPnAFPMK73CLdVl4evyORU6nQum5ZLG75acIMJrIPHrDtjGpl3h8nnIbkAKhdR7iqUq9/s2048/wine.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8wTwXTYuszS8uohcewkJCb9F1rH1-5FPo5aldGNbIS8oZG60m9tkMiwGeQa3H2nubVC-mgm4mPnAFPMK73CLdVl4evyORU6nQum5ZLG75acIMJrIPHrDtjGpl3h8nnIbkAKhdR7iqUq9/s320/wine.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkf3ez746asUUC8rxkUAdXUk_NnSO0J7iiGK51oH7LD_KYszoTMP7FFUeEXlecoaizE4ddlVBwkfK_z9GZEpUPJals2TpiIvX2qX4Ia1o0JBu8iQyteVrMBygXEvKvHHodVw8EuPVBjkXx/s2048/chinese.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkf3ez746asUUC8rxkUAdXUk_NnSO0J7iiGK51oH7LD_KYszoTMP7FFUeEXlecoaizE4ddlVBwkfK_z9GZEpUPJals2TpiIvX2qX4Ia1o0JBu8iQyteVrMBygXEvKvHHodVw8EuPVBjkXx/s320/chinese.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Cheers to 27 🥂🥂</p><p>XXXX</p><p>L.D </p>Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-52375929390067231522020-11-22T18:01:00.002+00:002020-11-22T18:01:41.760+00:00RAMEN IS NOT FOR ME. <p> Do not believe what you see on the internet... Fighting for my life as type this, by fighting for my life, I mean my stomach and mouth are on fire. </p><p>My nose is running and I'm screaming for pain. </p><p>Why ???????????????? </p><p>Two nights ago I saw a tweet where someone was hyping how delicious Ramen is and how it is way better than Indomine. </p><p>Curiosity killed the cat they said, well I am a 94kg, 5'2 26 years old cat in human form. </p><p>I jumped on Amazon, checked out a few brands, picked one, during my quest of finding the one with the cheapest shipping, I accidentally subscribed for Prime... Oops</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphaMVwmKaLJ0ZrkVEPRVh28deTjNlUrMSMA5nVRJcjwxyaYzJ9U13bOxpLCgnPaE839qAMEjC1irfhkvAButVLgBP-2XFNbOaTaer7O_qyh60ziGpS-11bKeNTK5-fB9vr0Mp5_GzvJ5p/s1297/2020-11-22+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphaMVwmKaLJ0ZrkVEPRVh28deTjNlUrMSMA5nVRJcjwxyaYzJ9U13bOxpLCgnPaE839qAMEjC1irfhkvAButVLgBP-2XFNbOaTaer7O_qyh60ziGpS-11bKeNTK5-fB9vr0Mp5_GzvJ5p/s320/2020-11-22+%25282%2529.png" width="320" /></a><span><a name='more'></a></span></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Paid for my order and jumped on YouTube, I needed to find the right method for cooking Ramen. </p><p>I found the brand I purchased, noticed the sauce looked very red. </p><p>RED FLAG !!!</p><p>Can't taste that bad.</p><p>Sunday 3:55 pm. Message from Amazon, your package is delivered, nice and fast. Jeff Bezos, I thank you o. </p><p>5:35, I'm mixing my boiled Ramen with the sauce opted for half of the sachet, took a forkful, taste good, rushed another one the spice hit my stomach and my tongue are on fire.</p><p> What is this punishment?</p><p>Ran to the fridge and grabbed a can of Maltina to calm the violence, still hurts. Can of Malt empty, ate another fork of full for good luck being the scapegoat I am. </p><p>Gave up after the third bite. Ramen is not for me. </p><p>Verdict: Delicious but spicy as hell. Do not try if you have an ulcer, indigestion issues or simply cannot stand spicy food. </p><p>If you are a stubborn goat who likes spicy food, go ahead and order, 5 in a pack for £6.80.</p><p>I will stick to my Indomine.</p><p> https://www.amazon.co.uk/Samyang-Dried-Noodle-Buldak-Noodles/dp/B00GE1XKHY/ref=sr_1_4?crid=3DNTWJ4UBRNKC&dchild=1&keywords=ramen&qid=1606067612&s=grocery&sprefix=ra%2Cgrocery%2C158&sr=1-4</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkT9jDQtLJ1Oy89r5SB42W4kd8FF6QT7mAv6hg9_1n38xcGA66kcONaSznbufBJJqkozTUKEsjQ46mevECsPpgYwNB39LNo__zXTjozWn4IM0g60jJG35L5uw4T652hMR-dHwPaB-N5-8R/s1920/2020-11-22+%25281%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkT9jDQtLJ1Oy89r5SB42W4kd8FF6QT7mAv6hg9_1n38xcGA66kcONaSznbufBJJqkozTUKEsjQ46mevECsPpgYwNB39LNo__zXTjozWn4IM0g60jJG35L5uw4T652hMR-dHwPaB-N5-8R/s320/2020-11-22+%25281%2529.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-64454293795079938522020-11-14T04:08:00.001+00:002020-11-14T04:08:42.196+00:00THE DEVIL YOU KNOW.<p> Hi guys, </p><p>It is 3:28 am but I can't sleep, sipping a cup of tea and waiting for a batch of coconut buns in the oven. </p><p>YES!!! I am baking at this time. </p><p>Fight me!!</p><p>Thought so. </p><p>I am usually up at this time studying for exams but my brain was not hacking the books tonight so I decided to take a break and watch Netflix but I could not get the coconut buns out of my head. </p><p>The words " The Devil you know" popped into my head while mixing the dry ingredients of my buns, not them buns you sickos. <span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p>A few days ago a lot of people shared heartbreak stories on Twitter, I joined in, gave a small insight on one of the many things I went through with the ex. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but what I shared was quite embarrassing.</p><p>Looking back I have no regrets sharing, people laughed at it because it was funny, at the time it was not but I am not hurt or bothered, just wanted to share the audacity men have and how some are very selfish. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTVUslWiGxcLxXLCCsYvhH8SKDLlYfcOi4xuRUofcVH6I6BpRYs1lswaC6gtieOdqPNi7su1aEAj6MSJTIEYaJNtMoPiRCQPkVVM3jBsCmuTkjB0VYTolBZzgMRN4uxcjYY0rRp11F4J_/s812/2020-11-14+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="746" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTVUslWiGxcLxXLCCsYvhH8SKDLlYfcOi4xuRUofcVH6I6BpRYs1lswaC6gtieOdqPNi7su1aEAj6MSJTIEYaJNtMoPiRCQPkVVM3jBsCmuTkjB0VYTolBZzgMRN4uxcjYY0rRp11F4J_/s320/2020-11-14+%25282%2529.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dkgPOC4ZalWAHdOv8lffGeiWKci5CjK3t4yKDCgvnKjLUJHx3VDo8B1hdvFWlw3XGKK1W56hJgwd5Q9sWn9uKIDO_5-8kFERJiz3Kkg27PA1LtrwnkTILwLxxLmP2crnK6rB_5lOc-bJ/s1297/2020-11-14+%25284%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="881" data-original-width="1297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dkgPOC4ZalWAHdOv8lffGeiWKci5CjK3t4yKDCgvnKjLUJHx3VDo8B1hdvFWlw3XGKK1W56hJgwd5Q9sWn9uKIDO_5-8kFERJiz3Kkg27PA1LtrwnkTILwLxxLmP2crnK6rB_5lOc-bJ/s320/2020-11-14+%25284%2529.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>The screenshot had me wondering why I stayed in the relationship after so much disrespect. I stayed because the devil you know is apparently better than a new angel. I stayed because I didn't want to go through the stress of getting to know someone new, deciding whether or not he is worthy of my time. </p><p>I stayed because I loved him and I desperately wanted him to change. This post is not about my crappy love life so moving on. </p><p>Have you ever wondered how flawed the saying is " the devil you know"? </p><p>I had people say this to me each time an issue came up, sure I heard it from family members on both sides after the breakup. </p><p>This is how and why women stay in abusive relationships, my ex was not abusive but he was a serial cheat, not saying I was a saint because I cheated back.</p><p> An eye for an eye they say so why not? </p><p>Now that I think about it, the saying is a trap, an excuse, a safe haven, why move on when you don't know what's coming. It's more comforting staying in a shitty situation, with a shitty person and licking your wound until they are somewhat healed or at least until they start scab then you can pick at it until it bleeds again. </p><p>For me it is a coward move, I was a coward. </p><p>I knew I deserved better, I wanted and desired better but I let an unfortunate situation hold me back. </p><p>Can you relate? </p><p><br /></p><p>Eating my coconut buns now and they taste delightful, I might orgasm after the last bite. </p><p><br /></p><p>XXXX</p><p>L.D </p><p> </p>Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-35157773615925758922020-10-28T15:47:00.000+00:002020-10-28T15:47:53.415+00:00FINDING MR RIGHT <p> Hi guys, </p><p>Back again!</p><p>I don't have the energy for blogging these days, but here is a quick update on my life. My relationship of four years ended over the summer, I am somewhat glad it ended but also sad because he was the love of life, well until I meet the next guy. </p><p>I've been single for almost five months and I can say I am not heartbroken or into the ex so I have no problem moving on and getting into it with another man.<i> Operation finding "Mr Right".</i></p><p>Every guy I talk or get close to remind me of why I stayed in my previous relationship even though it was tough and I was unhappy at times, it was easier to stay knowing his flaws and shortcomings while hoping and praying for better. <span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p>I've talked to a few guys in the last few months, liked and unliked a few, my crush only lasts for two weeks and I'm onto the next one. Will give a quick rundown on three of them. </p><p><b>Mr V aka Mr Godforbid:</b> I got into it with him almost immediately after the relationship ended, it was easy to carry over all the emotions left over from the last guy and throw them at the next available guy. This is exactly what I did. This guy was in my Dm a few times, had a nice conversation with him a couple of times and I started ignoring him when I noticed he wanted more. </p><p>Fast forward to when the relationship ended, he was there for moral support, played the role of <i>Mr Nice Guy, </i>said the right things at the right time. It was fun and cute, then I started noticing a few issues. He hated almost everything to do with Feminism, which I wasn't interested in at the time.</p><p> I am now, a story for another day. Proud Feminist.</p><p>He also made sex sound like a boring chore, so many things he didn't like and was not open to trying, hence the title Mr Godforbid. Small chocking, God forbid.</p><p>The guy was big on tradition, gender roles and submission. He backed up every single one of these with a bible verse. The last straw was when I criticized two pastors, he is a very strong Christian and felt elderly men of God can never be wrong and therefore should not be questioned or criticized. Everything went downhill from here, I wasn't interested in making it work. He also made a few statements I found very insulting to women. </p><p>Dude is good looking, nice to a fault but manipulate and toxic in a weird way.</p><p><b>Mr I want to Marry You: </b>started talking to this guy last year because I had a few questions to ask career-wise so I slid into his Dm. He was very welcoming, answered all my questions and cleared the doubts I had. He started checking in after a few weeks, this was followed by him showing interest which I turned down because I was pretty much in love with the boo at the time.</p><p> I ignored his messages on WhatsApp and he stopped reaching out for a while. He checked in on Twitter every two or three months asking about my life and my partner. He checked in again a few weeks after the break-up and I told him I'm single again. He pursued me actively for weeks, telling me how much he loved, cared and cherished me, how he thinks he is the best person for me. We talked about my career a lot, moves to make and how to become a well rounded and well-informed woman, he put me on my toes because he is a very intelligent man. I love intelligent men.</p><p>I went with the flow, talked everyday, regular lover talk, dude was very smooth, said the right things, painted an amazing picture of our future, I don't think Picasso can paint a picture better than the one he did. </p><p>I started to question the connection and decided to break it off because I saw him as a mentor instead of a lover. After a few weeks, we picked up where we left off. The dude continued with his regular lover boy behaviour, the plan was to continue at a slow pace pending the time we meet and see if we hit it off in person.</p><p>He forgot to mention he is married. </p><p>Yes Married! </p><p>I noticed he would only call from the car, study, toilet or office. His excuse was the network in the house is bad, and the reception was only good in certain places. A lot of his stories didn't make sense so I decided to do some digging and found a wife of five years, he married his girlfriend from uni. </p><p>I asked him, at first he was apologetic, insisted it's not what it looks like, he has plans to tell me in person claimed he was separated and was not comfortable telling every lady he asks out. </p><p>Lies !!!!!</p><p>Soon he started withdrawing, messages reduced and calls stopped. This might be because I threatened to reach out to his wife with proof, you can't take Ruks fi idiat and get away with it.</p><p> He got very defensive the last time I talked to him, blocked him on Twitter cos dude was steady stalking my tweets and felt he could laugh at them. </p><p>Good Radiance!</p><p><b>Mr Emotinally Unavailble: </b>he was my favourite, I actually really liked him and left myself get carried away with my emotions. I got talking to him through a friend, at first, the conversation was bleeh then dude fucked off for a month only to text randomly at 5am apologizing. </p><p>We started talking and I noticed I really liked him, even though he was nowhere near my type and I'm no his type, dude liked them thin and I'm at least 15kgs heavier than his regular babes. </p><p>We hit it off , made plans to see. The disappearing acts started, dude would fuck off days, come back saying he wanted to be sure everything was real.</p><p>I am a very understanding person, well I think I am. </p><p>I told him not to let family pressure get him into a relationship, but dude insisted he liked me and wanted a relationship. </p><p>Kept fucking off and coming back, I reached out twice and kept the conversation at the bare minimum, muted him on my IG, God forbid I give a man I used to like the impression I'm checking on him. Sorry, we don't do that here. </p><p>Single life sucks, but I'm not in a hurry to jump into anything, looking forward to meeting new guys and going on dates and fingers crossed my mother does not have a heart attack before I meet the right man. </p><p>She thinks I'm way too old to be single, she was married with two kids at my age, I am 26 going 27 in five weeks but this woman makes it sound like I'm 50.</p><p><br /></p><p>XXXX</p><p>L.D </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-2167065038743409312020-03-06T22:58:00.000+00:002020-03-06T22:58:48.071+00:00QUICK LIFE UPDATE Hi guys,<br />
How are you doing?<br />
Life is being a bitch lately, I'm sitting home, unemployed, broke and gaining mad weight. YAY!!!<br />
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My last post was about quitting my job which I did in the last week of November, I hopped on a plane the day after to spend a month in Lagos. Was super excited to see my boyfriend, had plans to attend concerts and slay the entire month.<br />
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The big man upstairs was probably rolling around laughing at what he and the universe had planned for me.<br />
Spent the first night at my boyfriends, left the next morning to get my hair and nails done, finished and the man picked me up from mine, we talked about where to go for my birthday. Twenty minutes after making birthday plans, we stepped out of the car for groceries at the supermarket and a rental truck came out of nowhere and pinned us against two parked cars.<br />
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We were stuck between the cars for a few minutes before people were able to move the truck, that was the scariest moment of my life, my life flashed before my eyes and I was hearing my man scream. I didn't know how bad the damage was but I knew his leg was broken. I tried to hold it when we were free and the second I realised how bad it was I could not control the tears, we went to a hospital with the help of a couple who we later found out owned the rental company.<br />
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The doctor at the hospital gave him injections for the pain, packed the leg and sent us to the orthopaedic hospital. I heard stories about the hospital when I was younger and I started freaking out.<br />
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We got to the hospital and spent almost 3 hours waiting outside before he was wheeled in, the cut under his leg was stitched up and he was sent to have an x-ray. We were at the hospital for almost six hours. I went home to rest and was up at 6am the next morning, the hospital was twenty minutes drive from my house. On arrival, I got more information, he would need surgery and would have to wait 7 days since there was a waiting list. We were transferred to the ward. we opted for a private room since I wanted to stay with him. We spent 24 days in the hospital and he was discharged on the 23rd of December we returned on Christmas day to take out the stitches.<br />
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My injuries were minor, minor tissue damage to my shoulder, a sprained ankle and a small cut at my thigh. I still get flashbacks of the accident, the first two weeks after the accident, I would sit, then images of the crash will cloud my vision the tears were uncontrollable. I don't cry anymore but the flashbacks still occur.<br />
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I definitely lost faith after the accident and did not pray for weeks, I prayed maybe three times my entire stay in Lagos. <br />
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I extended my ticket for 6 weeks so he can get stronger, I didn't feel comfortable leaving him. We attended two of his post-op appointments together. This caused a lot of fights because he had to depend on me for almost everything and we never spent that much time with each other so there was a lot of bruised egos.<br />
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I'm back in Dublin after spending 11 weeks in Lagos, I'm currently searching for work, I can't sit my exams as planned since I didn't get to study.<br />
I'm praying again.<br />
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I do not regret quitting my job because it made me miserable and was sucking the joy out of my life. I am learning French with the help of an app called Duolingo and I'm loving it.<br />
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L.DRuqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-327785116961581782019-11-13T22:16:00.001+00:002019-11-13T22:16:07.803+00:00I QUIT MY JOB.Hi guys,<br />
I'm not going to give a silly apology for being away for so long or promise to write more often. I'm currently going through it, I simply don't know how to live my life anymore and I am sick of everything.<br />
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My job is driving me insane and I feel like I'm getting sucked into a dark hole and I'm finding it hard to crawl out.<br />
I handed in my notice two weeks ago so I have two weeks and a few days left at work and hello joblessness.<br />
For some weird reason, I put the day of my twenty-sixth birthday as my last day, I don't know why I did this maybe as some new age new me bullshit but I guess I'll find out as time comes.<br />
I'm very unhappy right now, I feel like I'm not living but merely existing and I'm losing my head, not put me in a straitjacket type but not completely sane either.<br />
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My plan for the next few weeks is to go to Lagos, see the boyfriend talk about our plans for our future, study for the FE1's which I've been putting off for over a year and find a new job that wnt land me in a psych ward.<br />
I want to do something I like, something that keeps me on my toes.<br />
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L.DRuqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-18641296596097475332019-08-28T21:43:00.001+01:002019-08-28T21:43:50.509+01:00HOLIDAYS. Hi guys,<br />
So I've been in Lagos for the last three weeks and it has been nothing but chaos, I was very excited for this holiday but everything seems to be going out of control and I scared of the consequences of my actions.<br />
As usual, I have a lot of ideas about what to do in my head, I had plans to write a lot more since my stories are mostly written about Nigerian characters and the cities I've visited in the country. I wanted to update my cv in order to start looking for a new job when I get back to Dublin, I also wanted to learn how to use excel properly and also learn other tools that will make my job search easier and increase of getting a better job.<br />
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I've done fuck all since I got here and it's a bit annoying. I'm not lazying around or partying, I had plans to party, three weddings scheduled for the week I arrived, I had my outfits picked and planned for each one and I didn't even attend any. I was so busy running errands for my parents and somewhere down the line I lost interest or I was too exhausted to attend.<br />
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My face struggles with the weather in Lagos a lot, I started breaking out the next day, I've been trying to get my face back to normal, I tried to avoid products I use every now and again which I noticed it was bleaching my face. This led me to order from a certain organic brand which made my skin worse, I had rashes all over my face and I had to deal with people asking what's wrong with my face. This is very embarrassing because of a lot Nigerians do not know how to mind their business and feel they have a say.<br />
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I had issues with the police three days after I got in, I was stopped by a traffic warden who requested my license and the particulars of the vehicle. The car I drove was one of the cars at home and I didn't bother checking, my temporary license expired almost two years ago and I genuinely had plans to get it sorted out.<br />
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Nigerian police officers have an aggressive approach when stopping drivers and there is usually signs of anger and jealousy, they shouted and I ended up at the station, I was allowed to go after a few calls were made. The officer who insisted on bringing me in went from rude and aggressive to friendly because she wanted money which is standard behaviour.<br />
I also had a run with officers from the same station three weeks after.<br />
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I haven't prayed since I got here and this is a huge setback from my normal routine, I've been drinking non-stop since I got here, there is something about this city that makes me drink every day. I need at least a glass of wine or a shot of something stronger to help me function.<br />
Sex is also another issue, been a Muslim requires abstaining if you are unmarried but I'm back in the same city as my man after five months apart and best believe I'm going to catch up on everything I've missed. A cleansing ritual bath (Janabah ) is needed after sex in order to pray but I've only done this twice since I got here and also prayed Fajr twice.<br />
This has me asking myself a lot of questions.<br />
Will I struggle with prayers when I get married?<br />
Is my relationship putting a strain on my connection with God?<br />
Do I need to abstain and stay celibate until I get married?<br />
How can I balance a sexual relationship and life as a practising Muslim?<br />
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L.D<br />
<br />Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-31465405404455480942019-07-22T19:45:00.001+01:002021-06-12T21:19:37.531+01:00PRISONER.<br />
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I watched the inmates move slowly in a single file, dressed in ill-fitted clothes and cheap flip flops, they move in sync. It's been a long day with ten inmates on our list for the day.<br />
This is my favourite thing about being a guard, the court trips with inmates, watching the lawyers presenting their case with passion and eloquence.<br />
My father wanted me to be a lawyer but his cancer robbed me of this, the family income was diverted to trying to cure the disease which later claimed his life. <br />
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I spent five years working odd jobs for survival before my uncle got me a job in Ikoyi prison, at first<br />
I was sceptical about it, being around all sorts of criminals made my skin crawl but the pay was triple the amount I earned as a waitress so I jumped at it.<br />
How bad can it be?<br />
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Inmates are usually accompanied by three guards, one leading the line, another walking on the side and the third behind. When they get to the transit van the one leading opens the door, stands by it and ticks names of the file as each inmates steps in. The second guard stands a few feet from the van and is usually the last one in.<br />
Adamu the most hated of all the prison guards stands by the door with an A4 page in hand calling the names, James the second guard calls a hawker for gala and flirts effortlessly with the big breasted lady, he flashed his brown teeth and touched her several times.<br />
For a very unattractive man, he has a way of getting attention from the opposite sex<br />
"Me sef wan chop", one of the inmates shouted.<br />
We are trained to ignore any remarks made in public.<br />
Being the youngest and also having less experience means I get to stay two feet behind the last prisoner in the single file.<br />
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Out of nowhere a man with filthy ripped clothes and mismatched flip flops struck the left side of my face, the slap was followed by immediate blindness and I struggled to stay on my feet.<br />
Son of a bitch!<br />
On hearing the sound James reaches for his baton and rushed away from the hawker, his belly jiggles with each step.<br />
The attacker who is clearly mentally unstable started pushing the three men who are yet to board the van.<br />
Adamu closes the door and moves forward in order to challenge the mad man but he was no match for his strength, one punch had him on the ground, this caused the prisoners in the van to laugh uncontrollably.<br />
The mad man kicked him continuously, each kick was followed for a grunt.<br />
A crowd was already forming, almost everyone had a phone in hand recording the scene. James tries effortlessly to save Adamu from the mad man but is unsuccessful.<br />
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I hold my cheek which stings and radiates enough heat to boil an egg, I struggle to see from my left eye.<br />
The scuffle continues for another minute before the mad man slips through the crowd.<br />
Two men stand by the van with a smirk on each of their faces.<br />
"Where is the third one?" I asked.<br />
They looked at each other and raised both hands up in protest.<br />
I walk to the other side of the van with <i>"PRISON SERVICES"</i> boldly written on it with ugly yellow paint.<br />
Adamu is still on his knees struggling to get up, the crowd stayed far away from the van, they are stories of innocent people being randomly picked off the streets of Lagos to replace prisoners, no one wants to be the next one.<br />
James went into the court building and returned alone.<br />
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Chucks the missing prisoner should be on his way to my self contain at Ebute-Metta.<br />
Adamu rolls around in agony, blood dripping from his lips, he doesn't know he got beat up by an MMA fighter disguised as a mad man in order to distract them.<br />
The plan was to slap him twice but Ade hated Adamu the second I described how he treated his best friend Chucks and vowed to make him pay.<br />
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I fell in love with Chucks because he is everything a woman wants, well asides from being a prisoner awaiting trial, he is charming, smart and extremely kind. He was the only one who didn't drool or make sexual comments when I started work in the prison.<br />
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He told others off and lectured them about respecting females, I found myself daydreaming about the kind armed robber, soon we began spending my break in one of the empty corners in the yard. I shared my lunch with him and he shared stories of his youth and growing up outside Lagos, he left Owerri four years ago and the gist on how he got involved in crime made my blood boil.<br />
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He graduated with a first-class in Computing, he had dreams of a start-up tech company, he saved up money her earned from building websites and partnered with a friends cousin who claimed to know the big shots in Lagos. A few meetings here and there and he lost his life savings, it was all a scam his friend concocted before he left Owerri. He was left stranded in a city he barely knows his way around, he had enough cash to pay for a cheap hotel, just when he was about to give up and head back to Owerri, he met Yele.<br />
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He told Yele what happened, Yele offered him a place to sleep in exchange he had to hack into bank accounts, he learned hacking via youtube during one of the university's long strikes.<br />
He was making good money and was working on a pitch and all he needed was twenty million naira and when the idea to rob a senator who flaunts his wealth on Instagram came up, he jumped at it.<br />
The operation was an ambush, the security at the senator's residence outnumbered them and they found themselves in prison.<br />
He already pleaded guilty when I met him ten months ago and was waiting for his next court appearance. I can say it was love at first sight, his smile can light up an entire room.<br />
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I didn't care at this point, I loved him and didn't hesitate when he tried to kiss me two weeks after we started sneaking off on our own.<br />
We had sex at the same spot weeks after and it was the best I've ever had, I'm not sure if being away from a woman for so long made him better but that man knows his way around a woman's body.<br />
Three weeks later my period was late and a cheap pregnancy test confirmed I am carrying his child.<br />
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" Let's me get you out of here," I said out after a steamy session.<br />
" How?"<br />
" We can do it next time you are in court, we create a small distraction on the way back to the car and you sneak off ".<br />
I contacted his best friend Ade and we came up with the plan.<br />
I just have to make sure the handcuffs didn't clip when I put them on him when the court<br />
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After hours of shouting and questioning, we were allowed to go home, Adamu is getting treated for his injuries. I can't wait to get home, Ade has my key and they are to wait at my house before we decide on the next step.<br />
I look forward to spending time with him away from the heavy metal gates and wired fences, no need to constantly keep an eye out for people when we have sex.<br />
We can finally have sex naked, not just quickies with trousers pulled down to our ankles.<br />
"Baby", I called out turning the spare key in my lock.<br />
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I walked into the tv room expecting to see the love of my life waiting for me with a smile. I called for him once more without noticing the TV on the wall is missing and every other appliance I own.<br />
I told him about tin in the freezer, I told him about not trusting banks so I keep my saving in an empty milo tin at the bottom of my freezer.<br />
The freezer is not the way I arranged it.<br />
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This is impossible, there is no way I committed an offence because I fell in love with this man only to have him rob me of my life savings. I walk back to the tv room to find a note saying <b><i>" I'm sorry, this was only my way of keeping busy and getting laid but you got carried away so I played along".</i></b><br />
I didn't even tell him about our baby, I wanted it to be the first news he gets as a free man<br />
I undo my belt and open the buttons of my shirt, the room feels hotter and I can feel the walls closing in, my cheek starts to sting and I am welcomed by sudden darkness.<br />
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<br />Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-65077423242839139212019-06-16T12:47:00.000+01:002019-06-16T12:47:18.346+01:00THE BURDEN CALLED ASO EBI. Hi Guys, <div>
So I'm a bit pissed off about missing a wedding, well not because I missed the party since I've been very anti-social for the last couple of weeks. I'm pissed off I paid a hundred euros for the Aso Ebi, got it made in Nigeria and sent to London. </div>
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I missed the wedding because my Visa did not arrive on time, so now I'm stuck with another Aso Ebi I will never wear. </div>
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For those who do not know <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Aso Ebi is a uniform dress that is traditionally worn in Nigeria and some West African cultures as an indicator of cooperation and solidarity during ceremonies and festive periods.</i></b></span></div>
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So when Nigerians home and abroad have parties a fabric is picked for friends and family or people attending a party, usually is not compulsory to buy but some people take it to heart and hold malice against you for not buying. They see you as not supporting them and others see you as broke.</div>
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Since October I've spent approximately four hundred euros buying and sewing Aso Ebi, I was not able to attend any of the parties for one reason or the other and it got me thinking Aso Ebi might actually be a burden.</div>
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After buying you have to fork out at least ten thousand naira to get a decent style made. </div>
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I have no problem buying if it's my very close friend. </div>
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Why do I have to buy if I'm not your close friend?</div>
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Why do I have to buy it if my attendance is not guaranteed? </div>
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My mum is also having her fiftieth and Aso Ebi is starting from fifty thousand naira which is over a hundred euros, I simply told her there is no way in hell in I'm paying that much for fabric I will wear for a few hours and never wear again. </div>
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It makes no sense to me, I would not feel comfortable inviting my friends to a party and have them pay that much. If someone invited me to such I would simply tell them I have illness scheduled for the day. </div>
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I know how what I can for a hundred quid, that's money for a fresh pair of trainers. </div>
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How do you guys feel about Aso Ebi? </div>
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xxxx </div>
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L.D </div>
Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-75805608274513189662019-05-26T23:49:00.001+01:002019-05-26T23:52:47.111+01:00MY MOOD RIGHT NOW<p dir="ltr">I think I'm slowly falling into depression, but then I don't want to call it depression if I'm having a few rough nights. It will be a slap in the face to those who suffer from it. <br>
But how do I explain sleepless nights, terrible mood swings and constantly over thinking and feeling like I'm failing in life. The constant need to quit my job even though i can't afford to go without a job. It's easy when you see it in movies where a person just give a huge fuck off to their job , walk away without looking back. I didn't really think of the effect the job is having on me , sitting all day, staring at a computer screen with not enough shit to keep my brain active. But hey the things we do for survival, I get angry at myself and blame myself a lot for not working harder at a younger age and taking necessary steps to secure the so called bag. Now I'm stuck at a job I dislike and I'm still not over the rejection from the last time I applied for jobs I'm scared to apply for <u>others</u> because I dnt think I can't bare the rejection. So its earlier to sit In shallow water waiting to be reduced instead of finding my way deeper into the ocean where there is a huge risk but also a huge chance to be spotted. I feel I'm going to snap and have a huge breakdown soon, I dnt know if it will happen or how il handle it if/when it does but I'm not myself and I'm worried.</p>
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L.D </p>
Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-61611234212531307522019-05-16T16:22:00.001+01:002021-06-12T21:19:04.444+01:00ESCAPE<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"God
will punish you', I shouted as I tried to chase the man who robbed
me"</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"E
no go better for you ',</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
am fighting a battle I know I’m not going to win, but I hate being
cheated, I settled on the train tracks to catch my breath, a few
minutes before the train passes.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">A
small crowd gathered the nosy bastards who have nothing better
to do on a Monday morning, I look up from after a few minutes, I have
no choice, a pair of over-bleached feet appeared beside me. The sight
of someone's skin bearing a striking resemblance to over roasted
plantain nearly made me regurgitate the contents of my stomach.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"How
far now? she asked putting her hands on my waist.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Watin
happen? she repeated when she didn't get the answer to her first
question.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">She
is wearing a tank top, the stretch marks on her arms are the size of
a toddler’s fingers, tiny scars cover her arms.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">We
stared at each other for a while, I am trying to put my words
together without shedding tears, and by the look of things, I am
having a hard time controlling all the emotions taking over my body.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
am angry, exhausted, full of hate and rage at the same time.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">How
much can one take before it gets too much to handle?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
stare at her some more, she already figured out what happened, my
wrapper tucked between my legs, covering the bum shorts I put on
hurriedly dragged on to stop the thief. My camisole hugging my
breasts and nipples struggling to escape.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">The
sound of the train means it's time to get off the tracks if only the
train would put a stop to my pain and struggles by running me over
with its heavy metal wheels. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">It
will be a fast death, I have seen people after they were knocked down
by a train, gruesome sight but the death is always instant, I've seen
at least five train accident in my life. Three were hawker and the
other two an impatient bike man and his poor passenger. </span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
let the thought of a fast painful, yet painless death takes over my
mind, the sound of the train is getting closer and I can feel the
tracks vibrating, this went on for almost minute before boli feet
dragged me off the tracks. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">She
walked me to a detached building close to the tracks, the lights that
graced the entrance the night before are long gone, the dirty and
scratched walls are more obvious.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Bring
water.” She said to storekeeper next door.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Cold
or hot?” He asked.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Cold,
abeg no waste my time".</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">The
teenage boy disappeared into the shop and emerged opening a bottle of
water.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Aunty
we turned on gen last night.” He said with a smile. His perverted
eyes on my nipples.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
never step out without a bra, God spent way too much time on my
nipples and they are not easy to avoid, I didn't have enough time to
put on a bra before chasing him.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
took the water from him without saying thank you to the person who
ordered it, I'll end up paying for it, no one is nice around
here. She stopped the thought in my head by handing him a fifty naira
note.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">The
look in my eyes said was thankful, I am parched.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">She
waited for me to empty the plastic bottle before she took a seat
beside me on the extended patio of the building.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Next
time ehn, your gats collect your money before anything, nah osho
free these agbero's dey like, if you no shine eye well they go
carry your money run.”</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Thank
you”. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">She
raised her eyebrow at me.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"So,
you sabi talk?”</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Anyway,
welcome to Sodom and Gomora, no one is alone, no one is your friend
and trust no one” She said before walking off to join the other
women standing in front of the two storeys building, we occupied by
the railway tracks.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">A
woman with a protruding belly and fat arms sends of her client.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
walk back to the building, head hung in shame.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Today
makes is a week I moved to one of the brothels in Ebute Metta, I walked in and out to get food without saying a word to any of the women who
occupied the building.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Bleached
feet is the first person to talk to me.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Sorry
o.” Two of the women trying not to laugh as I walked in.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
look through my bag which kept everything I own, at the bottom I
picked up a pair of jeans to count what I have left, five thousand,
enough to feed me for at least two weeks. I paid four weeks rent for
this dungeon called a room, it is way better than where I was coming
from.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Kunle
was my first client and we had an agreement for seven thousand for
the night, it took me six nights to gather the courage to step
outside my room and join the women outside last night. He kept me up
all night and I can still feel the cramps in my vagina.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">He
stepped out for a smoke and my instincts told me to follow him, he
smoked inside throughout the night so why the sudden need to go
outside.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">It
was too late, he was already walking away from the brothel, I shouted
his name, the prick didn't bother looking back before he started to
run. I tried my best, but I was no match, he knows his way around
more than I do.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Before
I decided to come here, I almost escaped this county.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Can
you believe it?</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
almost escaped.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
could see freedom and a better life, my eyes saw the plane, pilots
and flight attendant but my legs didn't get to touch the mighty bird.
I dreamt of the flight for weeks, it's huge wings in the air, slicing
through the clouds.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">But
one rich bitch could not mind her business, she told the immigration
she suspects we were been trafficked and we were pulled from the
queue. Busola got away, she ate bad food and was running from the
boarding queue to the toilet, she was on her way back from her fifth
trip when myself and three others were escorted by the officers.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">The immigration officer told us it will only take a few minutes and we
will be back before the final boarding call.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
believed her, something about her beautiful face and neatly plaited
her made me feel safe but I was wrong. We were escorted to the
immigration office, people stopped to look at us with pity in their
eyes.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Some
airport staff whispered the word “Ashawo” loud enough for us to
hear. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
looked around the office, the stench of urine, sweat and fish filled
the air.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
was the last to go in for questioning.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Nengi
came out in tears</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Your
turn.” The officer who later introduces herself as Miss Coker said
to me as I stared into the oblivion.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">It's
all over now, I heard the final boarding announcement over an hour
ago. I couldn't find the tears, I was numb.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">We
went into a room with poor lighting, she sat at the other side of the
table and gave me a cup of water, which I didn’t know I needed. I
drank in silence. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
answered all her questions and told her how I met My Lady, she is a
friend with a woman who supplied the drinks I hawked drinks in Lagos
Island. I listened to the conversation whilst pretending to look for
cold drinks in the freezer, I took my time arranging each bottle in
my basin and rearranged the freezer. Enough time to get all the
information I needed. She mentioned needing girls to work for her and
her friends in Istanbul. I waited for her to leave before I
approached her, apologized for listening to her conversation and
explained my interest.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">She
started at me for a while before asking if I had a phone.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
informed her I could not afford it and I wasn’t necessary for me to
have on since I had no one to call.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">She
looked at me again, before handing me five thousand naira and a
business card.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Buy
a small phone with that and call me.” </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">An
hour after, I walked out of plaza with the cheapest second-hand
Techno phone I could find and a registered sim card. Both cost me
three thousand naira. I stopped at a kiosk to buy two-hundred-naira
airtime.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">The
rest will bring me to her house and back.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
dropped the phone with the phone charger by the hawkers sleeping
quarters in Pelewura, I continued hawking for a few before going to
pick up my phone.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
dialled the number a few times but no answer, I waited for a few more
minutes before giving it another go.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">We
spoke for a few minutes before she told me to come to her house at
Ikosi the next day.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
was ready by ten the next morning, I got a bus from Idumota to
Oyingbo and boarded a bus to Ketu from there. I got alighted at
Ikosi, the smell of decomposing waste filled my nostrils I was so bad
I could taste it at the back of my throat.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
showed a bike man the address.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"Hundred
naira.” he said.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
pulled up my skirt, before lifting my legs to climb the bike. He
lifted the brake after making sure I was balanced, he moved through
cars and navigated sharp bends with confidence.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">He
stopped in front of a house.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"We
don reach.” </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
gave him a two hundred naira, note and collected a damaged but
manageable hundred naira note.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
took my phone out of my bag to call the lady who I do not know her
name.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">She
told me about the work opportunity, she was very nice and explained
each step.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">She
lives in a country called Turkey, which I found amusing.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Who
names a country after a delicious bird? </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">She
needs a maid to help her out in her house and needs to bring back
three or four for her friends. I need to get my passport done and get
a visa.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">She
asked about my family members, I told her I've been alone for as long
as I can remember, and I have fended for myself on the streets of
Lagos.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"You
sabi cook?” She asked </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"
I sabi cook and take care of house ma, but I no sabi how to take care
of children.”</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">"
Don't worry about that, our kids can take of themselves',</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">The
passport and Visa process took five weeks. I spent most of my time at
her house where I meet the rest of the ladies.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I
fold what's left of my valuables, cheap clothing from Balogun Market.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Tonight,
is another night. If boli feet and stretch mark arms can do it, so
can I.</span></span></span></div>
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<br />Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-84252363767080599532019-05-09T17:10:00.001+01:002019-07-01T22:11:44.812+01:00CONVERSATION WITH AN ABSTAINING CHRISTIAN. I had a very interesting conversation with a young man who is a student in one of the top universities in Nigeria, a devout Christian who lives his life for Christ. A virgin at the age of twenty one who believes others should follow his steps and stay away from premarital sex.<br />
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A few weeks ago I noticed a tweet about abstinence so I clicked the profile and noticed I was following and he also followed, however, his tweets didn't stand out to me until I saw the one about all people do on twitter is talking about sex which is not entirely true but I got his point. His Bio <i>Conservative Christain </i>stood out and I knew the reason why he was tweeting about abstinence.<br />
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There are quite a few extra horny people on the platform and all they ever tweet about it sex, and it gets disturbing at times but you can easily mute or block such people but I didn't really bother me.<br />
I started to look out for his tweets and at times I would get vexed about the way he passed his message across, he had a way of shaming people in his tweets, although he didn't name anyone, he shared a lot of things that were peoples personal experiences.<br />
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Another thing that caught my attention was the tweets were mostly attention was the fact that most of his tweets were to shame women who engaged in premarital sex and not the men. Sex involves two parties and why should his stories be about women. The only time he seems to focus on men was when he tweeted about married men going to pick up ladies at a well-known university in Lagos.<br />
His tweets include his feelings about females with piercings were not raised properly, as someone who loves piercings and has quite a number of them I felt attacked.<br />
In what way do the piercings I got as an adult affect the way my parents raised me?<br />
I was raised beyond standards and as an adult, I should be able to do what I want with my body and not be judged and have my upbringing questioned by someone who feels like he is the morality police.<br />
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He also tweeted about his distaste for his hostel mates sneaking girls in for sex, we have all being to university and know how randy some students can get, being alone without adult supervision.<br />
I sent him a private message asking " <i>Why are you angry, I get the religion thing, but why are you always attacking females?</i> "<br />
The first thing he did was apologise, which I felt was unnecessary but was a nice thing to do. He went on to say how much he loves and respects females, which to me is also the same as saying <i>"I'm not racist I have a black friend"</i>.<br />
He explained his tweets are not entirely gender-based and I was misconstruing the information he was trying to pass, he explained the logic behind each tweet most of which I didn't agree with He apologised once more saying he attacked both sexes fairly.<br />
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Last night he tweeted about females having pride and not wanting to submit to men should not bother getting married, this pissed me off once again so back to his DM I went. We ended up having a long conversation about this and some other tweets, he talked about the submission being the basic and fundamental ground of marriage and also mentioned the husband being the King and the wife should respect the husband's decisions which pissed me off way more.<br />
How can an educated 21 years old guy have a very silly and archaic mentality?<br />
He went on to explain how the man is meant to be kind of superior to the woman and how the scripture supports it. Total BS right?<br />
We went back and forth and I also explained how the scripture he quoted was written at a time where women were seen as property and where not allowed to do much, the scripture is therefore irrelevant in this day and age where the world has changed so much and is still changing.<br />
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I questioned a lot of his other tweets especially the one about married men picking up ladies from the university.<br />
I asked how he was sure the men were married? His reply was seeing a ring on at least eleven fingers * rolls eyes *. Eleven men do not account for all the cars parked outside the female hostel.<br />
We discussed our opinions on other topics including prostitution and abortion and he is of the opinion that prostitution is not an issue for the government and prostitutes should be passed to the religious leader in order to be saved and reformed. I on the other prostitution should be legalized, and taxed in order to create revenue for the country, health care and security should also be provided. I might talk about this in another post.<br />
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I personally have nothing against him and I respect his decision to abstain and not engage in any sexual activity which includes self-pleasure because religions frown upon it. This takes a lot of courage which I personally do not have. We have a certain level of respect for each other even though we do not agree on our opinions on certain things and next time he posts something I do not agree with, il message or comment to ask why.<br />
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It told him about writing a blog post on the conversation we had and I also asked for his permission in order to include tweets. However, I am unable to find most of the ones I am blogging about.<br />
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<br />Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-58280642686548705102019-05-05T00:31:00.000+01:002019-07-01T22:12:00.949+01:00MUSINGS OF A CONFUSED SOUL : ENTRY 1I expect you guys to be tired of my random rants on how my life is going and my struggles.<br />
If you are not, here is another one.<br />
I spend a lot of time daydreaming, which leads to asking a lot of questions on things I would have done differently and the things I would change if I could turn back the hands of time.<br />
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I was having a conversation with two people at work and age came up, they both mentioned being twenty-nine and something about that sent chill down my spine. When I was younger I was full of hopes and dreams, wanting to be a doctor and save lives. Sometimes I wonder if it's something I'll end up doing if the opportunity presents its self.<br />
I loved reading and writing from a very young age and I wrote a short novel at fourteen but I ended up losing it when we had issues with the computer. I wanted to publish my book before the age of twenty-one. I am now twenty-five and I can easily say I have not achieved anything and this brings nothing but sadness to my heart. Although I have my life together everything seems to be falling apart and my life is nothing but organised chaos.<br />
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I spent a lot of time in uni but I am currently not using my degree, yes I can easily apply for more jobs but to be honest I can't be arsed.<br />
How much rejection can one handle?<br />
I am currently working for survival because every adult needs a job or you are going to starve to death.<br />
Do I like my job? No.<br />
Do I hate my job? No<br />
It's something that keeps me going and pays the bills and for that I am grateful but I see myself quitting soon which is funny because I was very excited when I got it.<br />
I am unhappy about a lot of things, my lack of growth, my body, my relationship and my ability to make certain decisions.<br />
I've come to the realisation that I am not a risk taker or an innovative person, yes I love to write but then I do not have enough to show for it cos I do a lot my writing in my head.<br />
I would rather spend hours daydreaming about the life I want to live in my head than face the sad life which is my reality.<br />
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One thing I am grateful for is my faith and how much I have gotten closer to God in the last year. I am not a poster girl for Muslims around the world but I do try my best to complete salat every day even though some days are a real struggle and I love the way I get answers to my prayers.<br />
I am also grateful for not being an envious person, we live in a world where everyone or most people want to show off how perfect their life is, jobs, relationship etc. And people feed off the validation of others. I look at pictures and think that is nice or that is really lovely but I have never wished something owned by another person was mine. This might not be a lot to you guys but to me it is.<br />
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Ramadan starts tomorrow and I am very excited to start thajud (vigil/midnight prayers )with the ladies for the next thirty days. It is going to be struggle doing that and waking up for work at five amen but this is the task I'm up for.<br />
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"Your assignment is due next Monday, do not forget to submit on the portal before midnight," said professor Greene before walking out of the lecture hall.<br />
Lola waited for her equity lecturer to leave before she took down the bullet points from the whiteboard, nothing distracts her during class, listen and take notes later has always been her motto. Her coursemates know not to disturb her during lectures, it took her ignoring five people before they got they understood.<br />
The lecture hall is almost empty when she is ready to leave.<br />
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It's ten past five and her appointment in Swords for is eight. In order to save time, she wore her red 24" wig to college, hidden under a scarf. She layed the edges with Got2b glue the night before. It took thirty minutes to brush, comb, lay and blow-dry the frontal before tying a silk scarf.<br />
Her client tonight is one of the special ones who have a thing for black women with red hair.<br />
WTF right?<br />
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He is an illustrator and who created a "Lady Red " a black female superhero with long straight red hair which stops just beneath her bottom, her costume matches her hair and the only difference is the colour of her skin which makes the red look fabulous. Her special powers are activated when she lets her hair down.<br />
He created her for a comic and when the publishers decided to go with another character, he kept her for himself.<br />
She started talking to him on Daddy4U a few months ago, he told her exactly what he wanted and promised to reward her greatly if she came close to making his fantasy a reality.<br />
Crazy right?<br />
Different strokes for different folks.<br />
She went onto Ali express the next and carefully looked for the perfect shade of weave to match the picture he sent her. The hair arrived ten days after she placed the order and took another five days to make it into a wig. She sent him a picture of her wearing it and the weirdo could not hide his excitement, he sent her triple the amount the wig cost.<br />
Seeing how excited he was from the picture, she spent an hour walking from one store to another in order to find an outfit similar to Lady Red. She found a red bandeau in New Look, a red leather skirt in Top Shop and red fishnet tights in Penneys. Days after she got the outfit, she found second-hand boots on eBay which cost less than the shipping price.<br />
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She nearly died from laughter when she looked at herself in the mirror, she looked like a cephalexin capsule.<br />
She sent him five pictures the next day, he rewarded her with three hundred euros via pay pal.<br />
The journey from her college to her apartment in Smithfield takes forty minutes, the bus to Rialto and the Luas to Smithfield from there. She runs up to the third floor where the two-bedroom apartment she shares with a medical student from Malaysia, although they both have different lifestyles both ladies have a connection.<br />
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She reties the scarf and put a waterproof bonnet on it before stepping into the shower, singing Wizkid on top of her lungs, she lathered her body with shower gell before letting the hot water soothe her body.<br />
It takes an hour to finish straightening her hair and doing a light makeup look, which she finishes off with a quick touch of NYX cinnamon roll lipgloss to match that of the character she is attempting to bring to life.<br />
Satisfied with her appearance in the floor-length mirror, she takes a look at a quick picture for her profile.<br />
"Perfect"<br />
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Thirty minutes to go.<br />
She orders for a taxi on an online app, there is no way she is using public transport looking like a comic con attendee's and not wanting to risk running into anyone who will question her appearance.<br />
After all, she is the president of the African society.<br />
It takes the taxi thirty-five minutes to get o the North side of Dublin where Callum, her client for the next two hours lives, she is not sure what the arrangement entails, he simply asked her to show up in costume and she is doing just that.<br />
Having a sugar daddy takes a lot of patience, selflessness and is very time consuming, it is also very important not to get to attached to clients as most of them already have a family and a life outside their weird desires and fetishes.<br />
No one wants a crazy bitch.<br />
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The taxi stops just by the driveway of the detached house, the house itself it a few seconds away from the gate, there are three cars in front of the house which is very weird became he mentioned been single and also having no housemates.<br />
Why does a single man have or need three luxury vehicles?<br />
She sends him a quick text informing him of her arrival.<br />
The door opens almost immediately after she hit send.<br />
"Wow, wow, wow "<br />
" Welcome, Lady Red"<br />
Another roleplay, she thought to her self.<br />
"Hi Callum"<br />
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The gate swings open after he does something on his iPhone. He is a very attractive man in his thirties, she gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before following his lead into the house.<br />
They walk through the hall towards a room at the back.<br />
She takes her phone out of her pocket, turns on the location and sends it to Benjamin on Whatsapp.<br />
The living room is white with brown furniture, they have company, three men grinning from ear to ear.<br />
"Would you like anything to drink ?"<br />
" A glass of prosecco please"<br />
"Gotcha", the one in Nike tracksuit replies speeding out of the room.<br />
"Can I take your coat?" asks another.<br />
She unbelts her trench coat and hands it to him.<br />
Callum returns to the room holding a magazine in one hand and ropes in another.<br />
" I want you to act out this scene".<br />
"A rescue mission".<br />
" Hope you don't mind me inviting my friend?"<br />
"Not at all, the more the merrier," she says without looking up from the magazine.<br />
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After two hours of doing the same thing and several rounds of applause after, Callum follows her to the taxi parked outside the gate, he hands her ten fifty euro notes before giving her a quick kiss on the cheeks.<br />
She made eight hundred euros, a gift of a hundred from each of the audience.<br />
Not bad for two hours of running around in a silly costume, tying and untying a grown man pretending to save his life whilst three others watched as is they didn't see her do it ten times already.<br />
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She goes through the Inis website on the ride home, she has a month left on her GNIB card.<br />
<i> </i>She enters a quick reminder on her phone to pick up her attendance which will be ready in a few days, attendance is needed to renew her student visa.<br />
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Lola walks down Grafton street with a smile, it's a chilly autumn evening. Her luscious curls bounced with every step she took, her faux fur coat keeping her warm and fabulous at the same time.</div>
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Her leather skirt showed her figure, she has a medium-sized apple shaped bottom she maintains by squatting a hundred times a day.</div>
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The skirt stopping a few inches above the knees allows her to show off her legs, standing at 5'5 with the body of an athlete, her friends always regarded her as lucky for being thick yet toned.</div>
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Mustard is a great colour for this time of the year, something to brighten the dull wet days. She takes a look at her self through the glass door of a store, before turning into Balfe street. The Philip Lynott statue is free of giddy tourist today, she paused to look at it a for a few seconds before walking past. Stopping to look at the statue and picturing herself as a rock star is something she does each time she goes to her 7pm appointment.</div>
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The doorman gave her a nod and a quick smile as she walked into the lobby, she hates the prick.</div>
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She took out her phone to check the room number.</div>
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"Room 99 please', she said to the receptionist".<br />
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" Lola M', she answered, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.</div>
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The receptionist hands her a key card with a friendly grin.</div>
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She walks past the elevator, taking the stairs everywhere she goes helps her burn a few calories.</div>
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The room was furnished with a homely vibe, it's her favourite room in the four-star hotel.</div>
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She takes out her phone to send a quick text to her date and quickly glanced through her social media.</div>
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She switches on the Tv flicks through the channels before settling for RTE, her love for watching the news is something she got from her father.</div>
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Thirty minutes after her arrival in the room, she begins to undress, she looks at her self in the mirror as she takes off her underwear, she loves the way her body is perfect and imperfect at the same time.</div>
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She grabbed the duffel bag she placed on the dressing table on arrival.</div>
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She changed into her red lingerie, black stockings, and Louboutins.</div>
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She sighed deeply as she looked at the beautiful yet painful Pigalles on her pedicured feet, she hates how expensive they are but is not bothered as she didn't pay a cent for them.</div>
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Two weeks after Brian got her the shoes, he got her a Louis Vuitton never full handbag for her twenty-first birthday and a Gucci watch. They are the three expensive things she owned as she gave him a good talking to on how she prefers cash to gift.</div>
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" Five hundred euro is better than a one thousand euros handbag', she told him when he handed her the bag and she looked at the price tag.</div>
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She looks at the time on her phone, 7pm. She takes the wine out of the fridge and pours a glass. He is usually ten minutes late for every visit.</div>
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Ten minutes after there is a knock on the door, she opens and is welcomed by a hug, behind him a stunning blonde woman in an expensive coat and heels grins at her</div>
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Sometimes his wife likes to watch, it creeps her out but she gets paid extra for this visit.</div>
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She welcomes her into the room, takes her coat and hands her the glass of wine, this is done without any word or eye contact. She takes out the new toy she picked up from Ann Summers the previous day, a new for her every time she visits.</div>
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She picks up her phone to send a quick text.</div>
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I'll be home by nine babes, please pick up Charlies on your way home. Beef fried rice, don't forget the extra spice. XX </div>
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Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-4816444193314503452019-02-21T00:43:00.000+00:002019-02-21T00:47:24.363+00:00UPDATE!!!Hi guys,<br />
This is going to be a short one.<br />
Does this happen to everyone or I'm just a weirdo?<br />
So for the last few months, I've been imagining things going south with my man, different scenarios pop up in my head and that eventually leads to us breaking up.<br />
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We've had issues in the past and I'm trying to forget and put it all behind me, but I find myself imagining all these weird scenarios,<br />
I don't know if a part of me really wants him to fuck up so bad or I just haven't forgiven him fully, this is someone I have plans to spend the rest of my life. My mind is riddled with so much doubt that I'm scared of what I am going to end up doing, he is my everything.<br />
I know you have to be careful what you wish for.<br />
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We currently live on different continents which put enough strain on the relationship, not seeing each other or getting freaky. I've used up most of my work holidays so I don't know the next I'll get to see him<br />
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I'm tired and sick of my job, doing the same thing every day and I'm not making effort to find another one.<br />
I'm still having issues saving money but I have a plan and pray it works. I've gained all the weight I lost.Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-41668289567184273582019-01-02T02:59:00.001+00:002019-01-02T02:59:01.060+00:00WHAT IF ? What if I'm one of those women who will never get married?<div>
What if I'm of those women who will never get married?</div>
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What if I'm one of those women who will spend years trying to have a child?</div>
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But the society I was born into shames you if you for any of the above. Sometimes I wonder if would end up becoming that successful aunt or friend who everyone loves yet feels sorry for because I have no man or no children. </div>
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No one has ever died from not been married but thousands of people have been killed by their spouse all over the world. </div>
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No one has ever died from been childless, but hundreds of children are killed by a parent and hundreds of parent(s) are killed by their child(ren). Thousands of children have been abandoned and forced to have a terrible life which in most cases leads to their children having a terrible life.</div>
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I have so many weird questions in my head, the older I get the more I get scared about one of these becoming my reality. Been born in Nigerian and growing up in a Nigerian household, means once you are done with your education the next thing to do is start a career, get married and have a family of your own. </div>
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When I was younger I always said I didn't want children and that made perfect sense at the time, but I started having boyfriends. Each relationship more serious than the previous one, I've been in my current relationship almost three years and marriage is definitely on the table and the thoughts of being the mother to his children warm my heart and send chills down my spine. </div>
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My biggest fear is been married and not been able to have children. What happens next? I have no problem adopting a childing or looking into surrogacy but will a typical Nigerian family accept that? </div>
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I have an everything happens for a reason approach to life. </div>
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Let's say I meet a man who does not want to have any children, I am perfectly okay to accept and build my life around that. Two people coming to an agreement on something is different to them wanting something and not been able to get it. </div>
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I have no problem with adopting but will my spouse and his family accept that?</div>
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<i>" Don't let anything you have no control over contol you"</i></div>
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What do you guys think of this? Please share your thoughts. </div>
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HAPPY NEW YEAR! HOPE THIS NEW YEAR BRINGS US LOVE AND BLESSINGS.</div>
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Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-38027289974839462222018-12-19T01:42:00.000+00:002018-12-19T01:42:25.145+00:00EARNING AND SPENDINGHi guys,<br />
I have been so busy with work I don't have a personal life anymore. My life now works in a cycle, go to work, work out when I'm not too tired, go home, eat, pray and sleep. A lot of people complain about not having a life when they start working and it heartbreaking that this is becoming my reality.<br />
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I was very excited when I got the job six months ago, it was exciting to work in a fun environment, however, everything is different now and I can't wait to get a new job. I won't say I hate or dislike my job, it is simply what I do for money because adults need money to survive.<br />
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Been a qualified professional in my field, I am underpaid at my current job but I was more than happy to take it at the time because I was unhappy and almost in the state of depression. I also needed to make money, I had no money of my own. I applied to several law firms offices on arrival to the county but no one wanted to hire someone with a pass grade and no FE1. Therefore been offered that amount of money for my first job was exciting and I thought I hit the jackpot.<br />
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Back to the main gist and the reason for this post, my spending habits.<br />
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I can't remember if I've discussed my bad spending habits on previous posts, but I have a problem when it comes to spending money. The second I know I'm getting paid all I want to do is spend it, I am finally able to afford things without asking my parents for money.<br />
I'm getting my seventh payment on Friday and I have not saved a cent, I spent a lot on buying myself things, two flight tickets to Lagos to see the boo, gifts, and money for family members, gold, a new laptop, beats by Dre and also giving out money to family and friends.<br />
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Looking back at it at it I shouldn't have bought most of the things I did but the excitement of earning money got into my head and I found my self wait for the next payday.<br />
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I'm trying my best to be better with money but something always comes up, but I'm learning to separate my needs from my wants. Do I really need that DKNY handbag or will I be fine with one from Aldo? I tell myself I work therefore there is no need to be stingy to myself after all the next payday is around the corner.<br />
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I also got a piggy bank months ago and didn't put anything in it until this week, had thirty-five euros in my wallet and I put it all in without thinking.<br />
I have a new plan to save money and I seriously hope it works, the plan is to give myself a certain amount of money every week for food and other expenses, whatever is left over at the end of the weeks goes to my piggy bank which is not to be opened until the end of summer for my next holiday. This is going to be very hard to do because the Christmas sales are coming up so I'm giving myself a certain amount to spend shopping and buying gifts for my next holiday. Hopefully it works.<br />
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XXXX<br />
LDRuqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-85832089918039012862018-07-08T20:11:00.000+01:002018-07-08T20:11:50.436+01:00TEMPTATIONHave you ever been away from your significant other for so long that a simple compliment from the opposite sex will send tremors to part of you body it should not ?<br />
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Well this is the story of my life right now, I've been away from zaddy for almost four months and my body is starting to crack under pressure. I've been celibate for months before but this is very different, imagine been with someone who knows what your body body wants and how to please you for two years then moving to a different county because adulting is a scam.<br />
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This guy on twitter slid into my DM last week after I a replied his comment about power because I thought it was funny and I was about to say the same thing. He followed me and I followed back because social media is about getting to know all sorts of people.<br />
Drops a message asking where I lived a few hours after which I replied. Fortunately and unfortunately I was in London visiting family for two nights and he lived in London. He was nice telling me to be careful because London is more dangerous, didn't hear back till he messaged the next morning asking of my plans.<br />
This was a bit awkward at the time because I didn't even know his name, he was a bit flirty in the message, but he was been a nice guy talking a lot of sense. In my head I'm making a new friend who I can chill with whenever I'm in the city. We talk for a bit, the he starts asking about my experiences, at that point I felt it was appropriate to tell him I'm in a serious relationship.<br />
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He took it very well and said he wasn't looking for friendship and I thought that was the end, he came back a few minutes later dropped a few line and that was when the hoe in me kicked into action. He sent a few pictures, my man looks better but when Satan is trying to lay foundation in you life, he comes from every angle you can imagine. He dropped a few X-rated pictures and Lord have mercy, I felt a few tingles you know where. Kept going on about what he would do to me, I contemplated going to see him for a few minutes, scratch that fifteen minutes. Then we talked about meeting on my next visit.<br />
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A few hours after the veil lifted and I realized I was dickmatized by just pictures. It was a very close call and I'm not sure if I would have kept it together if we meet up.<br />
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XXXX<br />
L.D<br />
<br />Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-30693166141462155632018-07-08T19:49:00.000+01:002018-07-08T19:49:09.288+01:00OFFICE ROMANCE Hi everyone,<br />
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So there is this gist going around work about a girl I started working with, basically saying she is a cheerful giver and had sex with at least three different guys since we started.<br />
We have only been at the company for six weeks , two of the six weeks we spent training and barely interacting with any of the people on the floor.<br />
The entire floor has been gossiping about it, calling her loose and easy, one of the black girls over heard one of the team leads talking about it and she felt bad, so she told one of the black girls I'm friends with at work about not knowing whether or not to tell her.<br />
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I noticed the girl was a bit too close for comfort with some of the guys in the office but I felt I wasn't minding my business, so i just ignored. I'm not close to her so I really cannot say anything to her, I went to uni with her sister but we were not friend and we've only had one or two conversations.<br />
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I feel really sorry for her because she has been away and is yet to hear the rumors. The saying "Do not s**t where you eat " applies here because once she hears the rumors she might start feeling uncomfortable.<br />
I pride myself on not having any thing to do with anyone at school or at work because when things start to go sour, one person starts to feel bad and just screws everything up I had a thing with a staff a few years ago, guy started catching feeling and I wasn't about that life, it just better to avoid the drama.<br />
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Have you ever had a relationship or a one night stand with someone at work ?<br />
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XXXX<br />
L.DRuqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-3235747612021952872018-06-17T22:54:00.000+01:002018-06-17T22:54:00.962+01:00NEW JOB!Hi guys,<br />
EID MUBARAK.<br />
So i started my new job last Tuesday and it has been great. Got the job a few weeks ago but the start date was weeks after the job offer.<br />
I really can't say much about my job description or what I do, due to privacy requirement of the company I work for I had to sign a lot of non disclosure agreement, even during the interview.<br />
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The job allow a lot of opportunity to grow with the company, therefore there are lots of opportunity to move up the ladder.<br />
So far I've been on training for the last two weeks, a lot of information overload, having to learn company policies to use when working, how and when to apply them .<br />
There is also a huge staff support, people help each other with problems and work related issues, there are team leader to help , there is also a group huddle at the end of each day to discuss daily progress.<br />
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I also had to adapt to a weird bus schedule with had a me walking almost an hour each day, but i figured it out yesterday.<br />
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I can also wear what I want which is the best part of the job, now having to wear office clothes or uncomfortable shoes.<br />
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The hardest part of the job for me would be adapting to the shift, having to adapt to new sleep schedule.<br />
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<br />Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-91744990425876844452018-05-13T02:08:00.000+01:002018-05-13T02:08:30.120+01:00I GOT A JOB!Hi guys,<br />
I finally got a job, after eight weeks of trying and over a hundred online applications.<br />
I spent a lot of time applying for legal jobs and kept getting turned down, this affected my morale, after a while, I gave up on finding a legal job and switched to finding an entry level job that will put money in my account and also keep me busy.<br />
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I got an email from a company scheduling a phone interview which went well until I was turned down at the third stage. This really got to me as they made me feel I was going to get the job, I had my hopes up and stopped searching for other jobs.<br />
BIG MISTAKE !<br />
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After I got the rejection email, I picked myself up and went to turn up at a wedding, I ended up spending the night beside an acquaintance from college who told me about the company where he works and also informed me that they are always recruiting. He sent me the links on Monday and I got a call on Tuesday asking me to come in for an interview on Thursday of the next week, which was three days ago.<br />
The interview went really well, and I was offered the job an hour after the meeting, at that moment I felt a huge weight off my shoulders, first thing I did was text my boyfriend who has been a sport the entire time.<br />
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My start date is June and I am very excited, the company seems like a great one. How ever its not a nine to five job so I'm a bit skeptical on how I am going to adapt once the shifts start.<br />
There is also no strict dress code, anything that involves casual dressing has me sold.<br />
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Just wanted to update you guys on whats going on about my job search.<br />
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My younger sister who I did a post on has been in the hospital and the doctors do not have good news, so I am depending on my faith and prayers for her to get better.<br />
Hopefully I start writing short stories soon.<br />
I am very excited for Ramadan this year, no boyfriend to distract me, this is going to be my best one so far.<br />
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XXXX<br />
L.D Ruqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-84271567826895658372018-04-04T04:17:00.001+01:002018-04-04T04:17:25.553+01:00FRUSTRATED It's four am and I am having issues sleeping, I've been like this for the last seven day and its affecting me mentally , my mind wanders to dark corner it shouldn't. The fact that i am currently unemployed and not getting any replies from the jobs I applied for is not making it better .<br />
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I spent most of my life as a student trying to get enough qualifications before I hit thirty, which I think is starting to look like a bad idea. I have my degree's and I am hundred percent ready for the employment market but no one wants to hire me because I have no experience. I spent a few months interning during the summer but I'm guessing that's not enough.<br />
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I moved back to Dublin almost three weeks ago because this is my home, I lived here for twelve years before going back to Nigeria for law school. Stayed back for a few months after the call because my boyfriend lives there and I wasn't about to throw the entire relationship out of the window.<br />
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I decided to put NYSC on hold as I was not mentally ready and I also heard about the shitty pay new wigs get. I am simply not about that life, so i decided to help my dad with his business but I started getting bored.<br />
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Packed my bags and came back to Dublin, so far I've applied for over fifty jobs, one rejection, bank account blocked because I didn't operate it for so long running out of money and sleeping on my aunts futon till I sort myself out.<br />
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I am frustrated but I am hopeful something will turn up. <br />
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XXXX<br />
L.DRuqkayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253901412842307866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679057044413354828.post-8297394372655305872018-01-07T22:53:00.001+00:002018-01-07T22:55:02.080+00:00HAIR POST.Everyone who knows me, knows how much I hate getting my hair done.<br />
I went natural in 2013 but a hair stylist in Abuja convinced me to perm it, I continued doing that for a year then I went back natural in 2014.<br />
I've been natural for over two years but maintaining it has been very stressful, so I decided to get dreads but I was too scared to give it a go. I waited until after law school and I finally grew the balls I needed to get my hair locked today 07/01/2018.<br />
It took almost five hours of rolling, crocheting and twisting but it looks somehow similar to having dreads, my head hurts like crazy, the lady who did it trimmed a lot of my hair.<br />
I've always been skeptical about getting my hair locked, because I didn't was it looking too short and sticking out on different ends, however that was how it came out.<br />
Hopefully it grows faster.<br />
I feel kinda weird, so I would stick to wigs and scarves until it looks better.<br />
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XXXX<br />
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