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First time driving in Lagos

Hi guyssssss!!!!!

Long time, no see.

More like, long time, all work. I’m practically burnt out. Someone, take me to the Bahamas ;let me check that on the list.

So,, I know I said I wasn’t going to buy a car because of the maintenance costs and also because I don’t like to drive ;I have gone against my words. Lol at me for all you care, the stress was about to kill me. Especially with the fact that I sometimes have clients where PT never get to.

I got a car eventually and I’ll be sharing with you guys(to laugh at me) my experience as a first time driver.

Prior to now, I had never driven a car. I was just indifferent about it, even when my folks tried to teach me. Lol. So when I was about to get one, I wasn’t really bothered until I got it. Let me mention that I didn’t know roads too. Whenever I entered PT, my own is for the driver to take me to where we’re going to. I really didn’t care what route he took. Well, until now. So, basically, I had two issues -I couldn’t drive and I didn’t know routes.

Week 1- I parked the car at a client’s site for about 2 weeks. The FD is a close friend of mine so, I had a free pass.

Week 3- I told my friend -Ibk to drive the car to the office for me. It spent another two weeks there.

Week 5- I started training with Tochukwu. Did this every Saturday. Three Saturdays in all sha. He’s such a sweet person. Totally patient with me.

Week 9- I took ibk to the office in order to move the car. When we got there, he asked me to drive and that he’ll direct me. Only problem here is that I didn’t know Lagos routes. I’d get to a turn then ask if I should turn right or keep straight. Another problem was the fact that I couldn’t drive straight -couldn’t maintain my lane. I had successfully alighted the 3rd mainland bridge when someone hit/bashed my car. The front bumper practically split into two. I think I was in denial at this point. I kept on asking ibk if that was my car. Immediately he said yes, I just parked at the middle of the road and was like -I’m done. Nah.

He was bent on me driving the car so I still drove home then got a neighbor’s panel beater to fix it. The guy told me 22k and I was like -is that how you used to do?? Small play. Remember what I said about maintenance costs for cars? I was just about to start, for real. He eventually beat the cost to 13k.

Week 10- The car was parked in my compound throughout.

Week 11- I mustered some courage to start driving to work. I got an instructor for 2weeks for 20k.

Monday morning, my cuss level had gone from 0 to 100 and the Yoruba girl in me was fully unleashed. I was quick to give any driver a piece of my mind. Bad thing, I had learner on my car which made it easier for me to be walked upon.

Monday evening, my side mirror was run into by someone. I cussed out sooooo much but my instructor said I was just getting initiated. Every other day of the week went well.

Some other days went well, making me feel like a pro. Some other days were just totally crazy. I’m still not good at reversing cars at all. How do you explain running into a car that was on its own oo? Just because I was trying to reverse. I dropped my number on the person’s car for him to call me so I can fix his car. He hasn’t called till date so, I’ll assume he’s forgiven me.

The gate to my house is also very small. Another time, I hit the back of my car against it and I think I broke something sef. So annoying.

Well, I’m enjoying the comfort but I must confess that it’s more comfortable if you had a driver, which I really can’t afford,considering my cashflow. Lol. I like good things sha. We’ll surely get there.

That’s about that for now. Hopefully, I don’t spoil the car when next I gist you guys.

Love and light always.

Xoxo.

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Made in 1958

Hey peopleeee. Long time no chat.

Crazy work schedule for real. It’s the busiest period for me at work so, we’re working till we drop. The worst part is that my current client’s office is in Lagos as mine but he decided to Lodge us for efficiency sake. Once you’re in Lagos and lodged, just know you will work till you quench.

Last weekend was my dad’s 60th birthday and we decided to throw a party for him. My mum actually spearheaded the whole thing. Did I tell you that my mum is a crazy lover? The carry-my-husband-on-my-head, me-and-my-husband type. She told my brother and I about planning her husband’s 60th since October 2017. I was worried at first because my family loves to party and when I say family – I mean nuclear +extended family. I have a pretty large family and we’re pretty much close so you can imagine how much money would be sunk. We planned for 20-25 people but in my head, 30 sha.

I made customized tees for four -Dad, mum, Damilare and I in January in order to reduce my expenses as days went by.

February came pretty fast and I began to panic because I was so stressed at work and I was the major planner of the event. Mum was to do everything related to food and I, every other thing.

I planned on doing slight decor in the sitting room myself but I couldn’t even go to the market for a million bucks. Crazy stressed. So, I got a planner for the decor. I must confess, that was the best thing about the plan. I ordered the cake from Nectarconfectioneries for it to be delivered a day to the event, to my aunt. One thing went wrong however. My aunt put the cake in her car trunk and before she got home, the cake had melted. Like literally. When she called to tell me, with pictures as evidence, I almost lost it. Like, wyd?! That’s over 20k about to go down the drain! I wasn’t even thinking about the cake again. It was the money I kept thinking about. Lol

I called the vendor and she said there was nothing she could about (very terrible of her) so, I spoke to Toyosi (my planner). She hooked me up with a Baker who fixed it-another expense of course.

I got trays of small chops from Larryspices. The guy is sooooo good mehn.

Got home Saturday morning and you’d literally think my parents’ daughter was getting married. Party pots, people turning Amala, jollof rice, moimoi, and other orisirisi. My mom even rented plastic chairs. Lol.

Did I mention that my dad was veryyyyyy happy. That would be his first birthday party and he totally loved it. He was quite emotional too. He’s the first person I know would cry when I want to get married. He’s that emotional.

They say pictures speak volume so, see for yourself .

Photography by my sweet sweet friend cum colleague -Tomisin. I told him about it since December and he was totally down with it.

So, quick tips for planning a small party.

1. Event planners are so underrated. Please get one. Even if your budget is 100k. That thing that says you can do it alone is out to embarrass you.

2. If you have Yoruba parents like mine, know that there’s nothing like a small party. If their budget is for 20 guests, do a mental addition of 10 people.

3. Plan plan plan ahead. Except you have money to blast sha

Do you have other tips to add?

Love and light always

Xoxo

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Having a step, sharing a parent

Hey people.

How’s the new month going? I’ve been excited so far.

So, I’ll be ranting quickly about having a step patent after one’s mum/dad is dead.

Story is about one of my older friends who’s in his forties, has a late mum but surviving father. His mum died about 5 years ago but recently, his dad’s need for a companionship seems to be a priority to him. They’re good kids(he and his siblings) in my opinion – they visit their dad once in two weeks and take him out on vacations to Dubai, US, Bahamas, etc.

There’s this woman in grandpa’s church who however is getting so close to him but really doesn’t want anything to do with the kids. She does things like -ask him if he’s had lunch ;a typical way of a Nigerian woman telling you she cares about you. Ameannnnn, what else is important than your stomach? One thing is disturbing though. She really doesn’t want to have anything to do with the kids. My friend says whenever he’s at his dad’s for visit, she doesn’t come around ;even when she knows his(grandpa’s) kids are around. There was even a time he went to worship at grandpa’s church in a bid to meet the woman his dad was crushing on. They shook hands alright but she was very cold to him and since then, he’s not been in support of the woman dating his dad.

My thoughts? I personally think it’s jealousy and my friend is just about to face the reality of his mum being replaced. At what point does one begin to get so protective of his parent after losing one of them?

Which brings me to another question for people who have steps parents. How does it feel sharing one of your parents with another person who’s not your family? Sincere answers only.

You know what to do. Drop a comment below.

P.S- I hate going to a toilet to do number 2 only to find out that there’s no tissue or water. Wyd?

Lmao.

Love and light.

Xoxo.

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Having a step, sharing a parent

Hey people.

How’s the new month going? I’ve been excited so far.

So, I’ll be ranting quickly about having a step patent after one’s mum/dad is dead.

Story is about one of my older friends who’s in his forties, has a late mum but surviving father. His mum died about 5 years ago but recently, his dad’s need for a companionship seems to be a priority to him. They’re good kids(he and his siblings) in my opinion – they visit their dad once in two weeks and take him out on vacations to Dubai, US, Bahamas, etc.

There’s this woman in grandpa’s church who however is getting so close to him but really doesn’t want anything to do with the kids. She does things like -ask him if he’s had lunch ;a typical way of a Nigerian woman telling you she cares about you. Ameannnnn, what else is important than your stomach? One thing is disturbing though. She really doesn’t want to have anything to do with the kids. My friend says whenever he’s at his dad’s for visit, she doesn’t come around ;even when she knows his(grandpa’s) kids are around. There was even a time he went to worship at grandpa’s church in a bid to meet the woman his dad was crushing on. They shook hands alright but she was very cold to him and since then, he’s not been in support of the woman dating his dad.

My thoughts? I personally think it’s jealousy and my friend is just about to face the reality of his mum being replaced. At what point does one begin to get so protective of his parent after losing one of them?

Which brings me to another question for people who have steps parents. How does it feel sharing one of your parents with another person who’s not your family? Sincere answers only.

You know what to do. Drop a comment below.

P.S- I hate going to a toilet to do number 2 only to find out that there’s no tissue or water. Wyd?

Lmao.

Love and light.

Xoxo.

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Pricing Value

Hey people.

How’s the new year going? Slow for me, but we move still.

One of my plans for 2018 is to go all out for my business. I know you’re like -So you’re into business too? Yessoooo. I am. I sew souvenir bags for events-corporate, weddings, schools, hajj agencies, etc.

My colleagues at work are really doing a great job buying my stuffs and referring people also. Big shout out to Praise, Ogbomah, Kachi, Ose,Bimpe and Bidemi.

I’ve been reading a lot of business books of late and I decided to penetrate the market with my lower costs while not compromising quality. For instance,I sell my laptop bags for 3/4k while IG marketers sell for 8/9k. That’s almost a 50% discount. I am definitely making profit, but not as high as these peeps.

Where am I going with all these? My friend said I didn’t price my bags well as the cost doesn’t talk about its value. For some minutes, I almost fell for it only that I’m trying to penetrate into the market and being not too pricey is my strategy ;well, until I get a perfect model that works.

So what do you guys think? When something comes off as cheap, do you think it’s not genuine? And when it’s expensive, does it scream quality?

I’d like to hear your thoughts. You know what to do.

Love and light always.

Xoxo

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Our cancer survival anniversary 

Holla Holla. Whozzop people. 😂 😂. 

Eggzam is in two days but right now, my head doesn’t want to hear of it. 

Anyway is sha a way. We’ll pass whatever way.

Today officially makes it 14 years my mum survived cancer. It’s still a very sad story in my house though my mum says her children must throw her a party for it when she’s 60. Lol. So much for a sad story. 

I was in JSS3 that year at FGGC OYO and I was still very much in my shell. Not this Dammy you all know now so nobody in school knew what was going on with me. I wasn’t told she was sick or anything ; I only noticed she stopped coming for my visiting days. Instead, my aunty does. 

First thing that aroused my suspicion was the 2 sets of provision I was given. Milo -2, milk -2, goldenmorn -2,etc. Then I went home for mid-term break and I was told she traveled. To where!!?? I’m pretty close to my mum and at that point, I knew something was wrong. I just couldn’t place my finger on what it was. 

My mum couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing her children again if whatever happened so, she asked to see us. She was looking so pale and weak and I couldn’t help but cry. You would think there was a tank of tears placed inside my eye prior to that moment. 

I had my Jssce WAEC coming up after then and my mum made me promise her that I’d put in my best efforts. 

It was very much later that I was told the full story of what happened at the hospital. How she went into a coma as she tried to get up on her feet two days after her surgery, when one of the doctors shouted at her to go clean herself up at the bathroom. How she saw dead people being taken out of the ward on a daily basis and the thought of her being next. How my dad fought the doctor when he heard the cause of her comatose and accused him of wanting to kill his wife(I love that part of the story 😂 ).

Some months after the surgery, she had some new diagnosis of her pancreas being burnt by excessive rays during her radiotherapy. So,another journey to(with) diabetes. 

I had totally forgotten about the whole phase of her life until this morning when she called to remind me of it. She made it so easy not to even know she went through all that because after the whole process, she continued her life as it was -work, shop, trading, taking care of her kids and all. The daily drug intakes, constant mammogram and medical check ups are what you get to remember of the cancer. 

On a general note, being diagnosed of cancer in Nigeria isn’t beans if you’re not rich (to be flown abroad for special health treatment), you don’t have a good support system in terms of family and you don’t have a constant source of income. Like, that’s the end. 

I’m so grateful that we were blessed with excessive love and support from family -My uncles, aunties, dad and mum’s friends. Most of these people are part of the reasons why I still have a mum, after God actually. It actually took a village (of family and friends)  to raise my younger brother and I. True friendships are always worth it. 

I’m grateful for my dad too -(he loves to act like James Bond) who made the sacrifice of moving from kaduna to stay with the family in Lagos because of her health (talk about compromise).

 I’m forever grateful to God for making her alive up until this day, raising her babies and showing His glory. I’m also grateful that He will let her live 50 more years. 

Cheers to long life and a cancer free generation.