tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90735568133898662972024-03-13T11:50:51.653-07:00Diary Of An Average African GirlThe thoughts of an African woman.... Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-50147414513948563352018-03-09T08:41:00.001-08:002018-03-10T18:05:47.625-08:00Hit the breaks! <div dir="ltr">
So it's been a while, I know. </div>
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It's been more than a while sef, if there was a word more serious, I'd use it. <br />
I was so overwhelmed with so many things that I just had to hit the breaks<br />
I've missed you guys like crazy, I've missed writing and I've missed being here. A lot has happened and I need you guys to stay with me cause I have a lot to tell you. I get gist. <br />
My intent was for this post to be quite short and I think I did it! <br />
Ijeoma is back and this time around, it's for good. </div>
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Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-83457968265904024492017-11-12T05:18:00.000-08:002017-11-12T05:18:09.652-08:00Kokobility <div dir="ltr">
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I really am, koko just told me something I didn’t want to hear. Seriously what is wrong with all my friends. You already know koko has a boyfriend <i> <a href="https://ionnasdiary.blogspot.com.ng/2017/10/that-kin-boyfriend.html" target="_blank">Click to read that story</a><span id="goog_321023978"></span><span id="goog_321023979"></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a></i> what you don’t know is that she’s added another one to her collection. You won’t be able to guess who if you tried. It’s dave, yes that Dave, the same one that came for Tricia <a href="https://ionnasdiary.blogspot.com.ng/2017/09/the-chyking-game.html" target="_blank">(Click here for Dave and Tricia's story)</a> and now he’s saying he’s saying he’s saying he’s found true love in koko. For goodness sake, we already know this guy’s story and yet you’re actually listening to all his crap? I don’t get girls anymore. But, that’s not the annoying part, what’s annoying me now is that I had the feeling she was hiding something, she was acting in a really weird manner and it was really suspicious. The first person my mind went to was Dave. I knew they had been seeing themselves more and more regularly and so I jokingly asked her where they went after she left school yesterday. She said she went to an eatery and then from there went to his house. I was curious now, so I asked why she went to his house. She just started looking down on the floor. OMG! Don’t tell me its what I’m thinking. I asked her if they had sex and she nodded. OMG! It’s exactly what I was thinking. What’s wrong with this girl oo! You already have a boyfriend for goodness sake. Did you actually sacrifice your nyash for 1,050 naira rice? Now I’m speechless and mad. Its barely a month since the incident involving he and Tricia. Upon all we found out about him and you still went ahead, I’m really amazed. This guy obviously sleeps around and you know all about it and you’re actually letting yourself like him.<br />
Am on my bed now eating a bowl of cornflakes with all fury, I’m really angry at her. My phone rings. I’m seriously not in the mood for phone calls, I look at the screen and its Tricia. Yea great!<br />
So I pick, we talk for a while, she keeps on asking me if I’m sick. I tell her I’m not but she keeps on insisting that I am and that I don’t just want to open up to her. With the anger and my combined frustration of trying to convince her that I’m perfectly fine, I don’t know when I blurt it out<br />
“Koko had sex with dave”<br />
The line went silent. Oh my god! What have I done?<br />
“Oma I’ll call you back”<br />
“Tricia wait! Hello…hello…” but the line had already gone dead.<br />
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Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-64502607046637443802017-11-01T15:40:00.000-07:002017-12-04T02:56:54.205-08:00The girlfriend rule <div dir="ltr">
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The girlfriend rulebook is an unwritten constitution; it covers everything about girls ranging from gossip to quarrel to guys. Our koko has broken a very important rule in this book, “DON’T DATE YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S EX” even if she tells you to. </div>
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Koko didn’t date him, she did way worse, she slept with him. </div><div dir="ltr">After Tricia hung up, she called koko and told her a lot of things. I know it must have been bad because koko called me back crying. She started asking me why I told Tricia, I didn’t mean to tell Tricia but, it just somehow got out. I succeeded in calming her down with the promise that I’d call Tricia. I didn’t really get why Tricia was so upset, except of course the only obvious reason which was the fact that she still had something for Dave. I called her anyway, she said she felt really disappointed and hurt, that she didn’t except koko to do what, that it felt like she was sneaking around. After much talk, she calmed down, she said she had forgiven her shaa, that shit happens sometimes. When I told you Tricia was really nice, maybe too nice self, I wasn’t joking. Our other friends didn’t even know about this, it was just us. We got together (the 3 of us) and we talked about it. Koko said it was just a mistake and that she didn’t have anything for dave. She promised it was just a onetime thing. Tricia finally opened up and said the main reason she was so angry was because the guy chatted her up about 3 weeks ago with all the talk about how he loved her and didn’t want to let go. How he wanted her back and all that shit. Exactly the same thing he said to koko to make her fall in his bed. The boy is good joor! He might be a playboy but at least he has skills. It was unfortunate my girlfriends were falling for his crap. We all agreed to let it go, my girlfriends made up and there was peace in paradise again.......</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">I know it's been a while, i really missed you diary..... Don't forget to comment and subscribe!</div>
Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-52032543241290868872017-10-13T14:49:00.000-07:002017-10-13T14:49:04.958-07:00Love Oh Love<br />
Before now I hear people saying that there's an age limit to love. You'll hear them say things like "at her age she's still planning on getting married? '' and I must say that I used to have that ideology too. But as I'm typing this now, I'm somewhere in akabo, IMO state ( I dunno the exact place) at a traditional wedding. The decor is beautiful and the aroma of the food is too inviting. I've already ordered my own food, a plate of ukwa (breadfruit) with fried fish and a tall glass of palmwine( trust me nah). So in this beautiful place with the beautiful decor, I saw something beautiful (feel the rhyme?) I saw LOVE.<br />
I can't really say how I'm related to the lady but according to mom we're related. Before today I didn't even know her but from what I was told she was once married and unfortunately it wasn't to the man of her dreams, she was a victim of domestic violence and barely made it out alive. They were married for 13 years and during the 13 years she lost 2 pregnancies during his regular beatings and when she was finally brave enough to walk away, she found out she had nothing, not even a child to her name. She started from scratch, years passed and finally she was favoured and got a job in the company. The company gives certain staff opportunity ro travel to other countries for both business and pleasure and on one of those business trips she met Mr Emeka (her husband now), and they hit it off. They must have hit it off so well that I'm here sitting and waiting for my plate of ukwa while admiring the nice 'nkiru weds emeka' banners.<br />
Emeka on the other hand lost his wife and had three lovely children, 2 girls and a boy (who's totally my speck by the way). Emeka is 64 and nkiru is 49 (trust me I did my research). When my mum told me to accompany her I didn't want to go cause I felt it was old people's love. I was right, but I was wrong too.<br />
Looking at them now, I see love. It's giving me goosebumps, it's like they have eyes for only each other and its beautiful. They might not be young again, they might not have been fortunate to find it then, but the most important thing is that they finally found it. I wish I could go for the white wedding, but I'll need a visa for that one since its going down in Canada. All I can do is wish you a happy and blissful marriage and just like today, may you always have eyes for each other till death do you part. (Do I hear an Amen?)<br />
Omg.... I'm tearing up, lemme go and grab a tissue. Later guys I have a wedding and a plate of ukwa to get back to.<br />
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Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-67942223203416762222017-10-05T08:42:00.000-07:002017-11-02T00:54:56.752-07:00That kin boyfriend <div dir="ltr">
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Why do we need boyfriends/girlfriends? Is it because we haven’t felt heart break in a while and we just want to or is it because we need a reason to cry. A lot of people have lost the reason why they entered into that relationship in the first place. One of such people is my friend koko. She’s always complaining of her boyfriend. Okay according to her this guy is not caring, not romantic, really secretive and suspicious, lies a lot and she suspected he was cheating on her. And she’s still there, hell only the first two is enough to repel me. I didn’t even like the guy from the first moment I saw him and from that day till today, he hasn’t proven me wrong. Initially there were two guys in koko’s life, I liked the first on better probably cause he was easier to see through, he was also way much nicer than this one. But when she needed to choose, she chose the one that was better in bed. <i>Akwaibom girls and straf ehn…</i><br />
Now the one that bags everything is obviously a douche bag. You’re not happy in that relationship, you’re just trying to console yourself with the fact that he’s good in bed. He makes you cry every time he comes around, what gave him the right? He’s not even menstruation! I had been telling her to break up with this guy and she said it’s love that’s keeping her, when we both know it’s not love. I’ve given all the advice in my mouth and she’s not listening, she’s just too headstrong. I like her and that’s the only reason I care so much, if I didn’t I’d let her date </div>
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any tom, dick and harry. Maybe she thinks I don’t mind my business, but that’s what friends do (they poke nose into their friend’s business).<br />
Now I’m thinking, something is really wrong with my friend cause she just told me the guy is not only all the afore mentioned he’s also a cultist and a yahoo boy. Wonderful! And she still doesn’t want to leave.</div>
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Where’s my bible? This girl needs deliverance……</div>
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Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-24949571748534536212017-09-28T07:20:00.000-07:002017-09-28T07:20:11.894-07:00The chyking game <div dir="ltr">
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There are times in a girl’s life when you can’t keep guys off you. You just seem way more attractive to them than any other girl. They’ll start chyking you from all angles and they'll come in different categories. After a while everything calms down and once again you walk the streets and not even one guy takes a second look at you.</div>
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That hot time that I’m talking about is what Tricia is experiencing now.</div>
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They’re all up in her base. She gets chykers everywhere, in church, in the market and supermarket, in class, and even keke drivers are after her.<br />
She keeps on telling me hilarious stories of her recent escapades . But out of all these people, there was one guy she kept on talking about even a week after. Hmm, I felt there was something going on but she kept on insisting that there wasn’t so I let it go. Like play like play, they were seeing almost every day after school and she was seeing her boyfriend even less. Idong is my friend too and I felt bad for him, he’d complained to me before but I tried to cover up for my friend. She was fucking up; I needed to talk to her. I called her one day to my room and tried talking to her, that’s when I even knew that the guy’s name was Dave. Finally she admitted she was beginning to like Dave and after much talk I found out the main reason was that she felt they were losing their spark, she could have tried rekindling it and not killing it totally by going on dates with another guy who she’s now having feelings for.<br />
She said she’d told the guy she had a boyfriend but he’d said he’d wait for her to get back her senses and know that she’s with the wrong guy. She’d even started calling him bextie just to best friend zone him, this guy no wan gree. I told her that she wasn’t persistent enough. He probably wasn’t taking her NO seriously because it was a weak NO. How can you say one thing and mean another. She’ll tell the guy she’s not interested in being in a relationship with him but whenever he called you, she’ll always go out to meet him and you’re there deceiving yourself and saying you’re telling him NO.<br />
So I had this friend I made when I first entered school. He was one of my first friends. We rarely talk now shaa, because we hardly see. So he calls me and starts asking me if I know any dare. I tell him I do and he tells me all sorts of things like how Dave is always talking about hitting my friend Tricia and hitting her hard. He said he wasn’t sure if it was me he was talking about though. I asked him how he knew Dave and he said they were roommates (small world right?) he told me to be careful and that we’d talk later.<br />
I knew it I knew it I knew it! I knew that Dave was up to know good. Love my foot, that kin love! And my foolish friend wants to leave the beautiful relationship she had to follow a prettier face giving her fake romance. And her excuse is that she’s said no and he’s not listening. If you’re going to say no, please mean it she took my advice and started implementing it, it wasn’t easy oo the guy didn’t want to give up on her ass, cause that was obviously what he came for, and with a little bit more patience from his side and a bit more stupidity from her side, he’d have succeeded. He even called me to try to tell me to convince my friend, I don’t even know how he got my number. I know it will take a while for him to give up, but he will. I’m just glad my friends are good again I even did a mash of their names, its Triong i.e Tricia and idong. Cool right? I feel all this drama could have been avoided if Tricia talked to idong about how she felt. Communication is vital in a relationship. Learn to communicate with your partner and if they hurt you tell them how you feel and resolve your issues. Piling them up doesn’t help.</div>
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Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-92082461740392456932017-09-22T07:06:00.000-07:002017-09-22T07:06:04.041-07:00Is being single a crime? <div dir="ltr">
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Why are people so scared of being single? It’s seriously disturbing. I feel anyone who’s scared of being single has serious esteem issues. I once went for a single forum in a church and a lot of things were said but one of the things that I won’t forget is When the preacher said the first step to getting a partner that’s meant for you, the partner that God has designed for you is to discover yourself, and that can’t happen if you’re already attached to someone, you can only discover yourself when you’re alone. A lot of people don’t even know what they want in a life. Some don’t even know have a life again. What happens when your partner leaves you? You’re broken; you don’t even know how to pick up the pieces again. You’re in pieces, that’s what happens when you wrap your world around another human being.</div>
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I asked koko when last she was single and she said she couldn’t remember. Can you imagine that? As she’s dropping one she’s picking another and apart from the sex being great, I think that’s the main reason she hasn’t broken up with the douche bag. She has phobia for being alone. I was successfully single for 18 years and I didn’t die, I don’t see why she can’t stay single for 6 months. I don’t even know if she can stay single for I week. That guy is not helping her at all, even on Valentine’s Day he couldn’t even send her a happy Valentine’s Day message not to talk of buying her gifts. He’s never taken her out before, in fact he hasn’t even bought her the cheapest sweet before. A weird girl even called you to ask if you were his boyfriend and you said yes and she said she’s his girlfriend too, but that she’s leaving him. She said she can’t stay again cause the guy is a cheating bastard. She said they’ve been dating close to 3 years, she can’t tolerate him again and you’ve only been dating for barely a year. So, who’s the side chick here and how many side chicks are there self? Is there even a main chick? She doesn’t get that all these drama is doing her more harm than good. I just need her to get out before she gets seriously hurt. But will she listen?</div>
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Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-31210438156065724822017-09-19T01:00:00.000-07:002017-09-19T01:37:00.154-07:00Making comparisons `<div dir="ltr">
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One of the things I hate in my life is people comparing me to other people. I hate comparisons, like when my jamb result came out and my parents were like “what do you mean by you got 265 in jamb? Chijoke that got 286, does he have two heads?”<br />
I haven’t yet seen anyone who was good at comparison like Nigerian parents, that changed when I met uwem. Uwem is someone I can relate to. We talk without lacking topic. She’s really cool and we blend well but I have one problem with her. She compares a lot,I mean really stupid comparisons. I used to get offended but now I just wonder how she manages to find a way to compare everything. I can give you some examples. My friend called me and I picked to answer (I say my friend cause we haven’t actually started dating, that’s a story for another day) after I finished talking with him, just as I dropped the phone she was like “hmm your boyfriend cannot even disturb you more than my own, I even get tired of his calls self but, what can I do he can’t get enough of me”<br />
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'seriously, girlfriend I didn’t ask'<br />
The other day she came to visit me and then started asking for a blanket and I told her I didn’t have any since I rarely felt cold, I asked her if she was cold and she was like “oma you know that you don’t even like and more than me”. But she’s still the one that was asking for blankets not me. She’s compared who has a larger ass, finer legs and even lips. Nowadays I don’t even bother arguing with her, I just let her win so she can maybe feel good about herself. The one wey burst my brain nah the one wey happen yesterday. I was telling her about how I’d give my children an early sensitization about sex and how I’ll try to be close to them as possible, I want to be their best friend and she was like “oma you can’t even advice your children like how I’ll advice my own” I didn’t even think it was a competition in the first place, usually I just let it go but I just felt like asking anyway<br />
“nawa for you! What makes you think so?” and she was like<br />
“you that hides mouth sometimes when you’re talking, as for me I’ll be more raw with them”<br />
I didn’t even know what to tell her. I don’t know what is wrong with that girl, maybe she has esteem issues, and maybe that’s why she always tries to compare with other people so that she can feel good about herself or something. She’s compared so much that she’s even compared our future generation. The only thing I can boldly say uwem hasn’t compared with me yet is Cgpa 😃. I know I need to talk to her about it, she’s really a nice person and I think she’s done it so much that now she does it unconsciously. </div>
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Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-6391478585623284302017-09-07T12:40:00.000-07:002017-09-07T12:40:23.127-07:00The return of our boyfriend!<div dir="ltr">
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I’m sitting under a tree with my girlfriends Tricia, uwem & koko. We’re talking about a variety of things ranging from boys to makeup to gossip to entertainment gist. Tricia’s boyfriend calls and she steps aside to talk. Yea, that’s true…… I didn’t tell you Tricia got a new boo. Well she did and I really like this one. He’s cool, he’s nice, really sweet and really good looking and the best part of it is that he likes her, I mean he’s crazy for that girl! I’m really happy for them. I can remember how she was fresh out of that her bad relationship. He came along, with his promise of love. She made him go through hell during the ‘asking out’ process. He made her smile again after her ex-boyfriend dumped her for no reason and they look so good together that I feel good just by looking at them.<br />
She comes back glowing (lol, proof that it was definitely boo she spoke to) and tells us she has a date. We all laugh and tease her a little before she leaves. It doesn’t take long before koko, uwem and I leave too. The next day Tricia came with news. She said she met her ex-boyfriend divine (<a href="https://ionnasdiary.blogspot.com.ng/2017/07/bad-makeup-day.html" target="_blank">Click here to read that story 😥</a> ) and he wants her back. Wtf!<br />
After all he made her go through and he never told her the reason he wanted out. She said he wanted to meet up so they could talk. I asked her where they were meeting and she said it was in his house. I almost screamed at her, is she crazy? Your ex invited you to his house and you’re actually planning on going, when you and I know that a whole lot more than talking will be done in that house. She said she was still a little bit curious as to why he suddenly broke up with her. I told her to let it go but she wouldn’t, she really wanted to know. I just advised her to meet at an eatery if she wanted to hear what he had to say. It was almost 9:00 am, time for our first class so we started hurrying to class, the topic of exes quickly forgotten. After school, she went to meet divine and I didn’t get to see her again till the next morning.<br />
The next day I was waiting expectantly for Tricia’s arrival. She came smiling, like she knew I was waiting for her. Well she later told me that divine told her the reason he left was because she wasn’t really stylish and was below his taste, but that after seeing her recent pictures and then finally meeting her again, he’s realized letting her go might be the worst mistake of his life and that he badly wants her back. I almost laughed and fell from my bed.<br />
What is wrong with some guys? You dated this babe. This babe was all over you and yet you never appreciated her. Okay, she wasn’t that stylish, but that was her first year in school and she didn’t know what was in vogue and you didn’t even bother brushing her up (since you felt you had so much style) or at least tell her the type of things you like. Because this girl loved you she’d have done them, every single one of them. But you were selfish and thought of only yourself, you left her all alone. You threw away that beautiful gem that once glowed only for you. Someone saw this beautiful gem, now a bit dusty. He brushed off the dust and made it glow again. Loved it, treasured it and cared for it and now you want it back? You must be joking!</div>
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They say he’s the one if he comes back but I say he’s the one if he never left!</div>
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Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-40220678375836499372017-09-03T06:22:00.001-07:002017-09-06T03:52:55.956-07:00Jinxed! <p dir="ltr">Jinx<br>
Noun (plural jinxes) <br>
1. A hex: an evil spell<br>
2. A person or thing supposed to bring badluck<br>
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<p dir="ltr">              Well all these is what my dictionary told me, but the way I remember this word is quite different. Thinking of it now takes me back to secoundary school, whenever two or more people said the same thing at the same time, whoever was faster would scream jinx! and hit the other. I believe it all started from Mr Thomas, our biology teacher telling us that when two or more people said the same words at the same time that it'd bring badluck and so to cancel that badluck you should scream jinx ( I have no idea who added the hitting part). Since it involved hitting another person and lots of running, we were more than happy to oblige. It was years later that I understood that Mr Thomas was pulling our legs and we took it all too seriously. <br>
         Now you're wondering why I'm suddenly talking about jinx right? <br>
Well, that's because I believe I've been jinxed, or rather was jinxed. I use 'was' because if I was still jinxed I wouldn't be here writing this. <br>
If you notice (and if you love me, you would), <u>you'd</u> have seen that I haven't been able to post for more than a month now. It is true what they say that bad things happen at the same time, because a lot happened to me in less than two months. During that time I wanted to quit blogging and just close down this blog, but then I have amazing friends who wouldn't let me and a bestfriend who's ready to badmouth me when I need it. <br>
She is the master of reverse psychology, instead of giving me advice or saying motivational words like most of my friends would have, she cursed me, abused me,  washed me, called me all sorts of names that you could never begin to imagine. Just two days ago she called to tell me how useless I am to this world. She said incase I had suicidal thoughts and felt like killing myself that I should please just will my silver clutch to her and then go ahead, that this world is not for quitters its for fighters. Maybe I had had enough of the abuses and so I got up picked up my phone and laptop and took them for repairs and two days later here I am typing away. <br>
I'm sorry for the silence, it wasn't planned. I didn't go on vacation or anything close to that. My phone and laptop both got bad in the same week and after that it was like Pandora's box was opened in my life and a whole lot of drama was going on in my life both directly and indirectly. Maybe I'll tell you the story someday or maybe I won't, but I'm okay now. To all my awesome friends out there, I love you guys and those reading this I love you too and I'm sorry if the post is too long, I really needed to make my point and my bestie is correct, this world is only for fighters! <br>
And that's how OMA sees it....... </p>
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Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-13689190369642458802017-07-23T04:19:00.001-07:002017-07-23T04:19:47.019-07:00Bad makeup day<br />
Oh my face! My beautiful face!<br />
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I’m trying to teach this my friend that does really awful makeup how to get better. I say ‘I’m trying’ because I obviously didn’t do a good work of teaching, cause I look like shit (nsi agbara katapult). I never knew though that sacrificing my face came with the whole package. You wouldn’t want to see me now; I look bad, reallyyyyy bad!<br />
Yes, it’s true that Tricia does terrible makeup, and I’m trying to help her but that’s not even the main reason I’m trying to help her. Tricia’s boyfriend broke up with her last month and it broke her poor heart. I know she really liked the idiot. I never really liked him. He wasn’t caring, not trustworthy, lied a lot and always kept her waiting. He hurt her more than he made her smile. Good riddance I’d say but Tricia didn’t think so. That was the love of her life, they ha d even named their four ‘imaginary’ kids, the girls all ha d names beginning with T as in Tricia and the boys had names beginning with D as in divine (the idiot’s name).<br />
Even though I didn’t like divine, I tried to endure him since he was dating my girlfriend. There’s nothing I hadn’t said to try to change her mind. I wanted her to let go of that guy, he wasn’t worth holding on to anyway. I told her about how she was a better person without him, about how she needed to rediscover herself blah blah blah. Everything I said fell on deaf ears, it was really frustrating. Tricia is too trusting for her own good. Just to convince her to leave the idiot I jokingly told her once that I’d give her free makeup tutorials if she got over him. We just laughed about it; never did I know I was going to be held by my words later on.<br />
He broke up with her and didn’t give her any reason for doing so. Then he started flaunting pictures he took with another girl on Facebook for all to see. Maybe he wanted to hurt Tricia but he only did the reverse. He finally succeeded in doing what I’d been trying to do for about a month now. He finally helped her face the reality. The reality that he was a jerk and it was over between them.<br />
Haha…………. In your face divine<br />
So here I am trying to cheer my friend on and keep my promise by sacrificing my face. There’s definitely a place for me in heaven after doing this! Lol<br />
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Oma cares.... Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-90529824723031517702017-07-18T01:53:00.000-07:002017-07-18T01:54:18.518-07:00Help! <br />
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So I’m sitting in this class, clearly dying of boredom. This professor is killing me slowly. It’s a 2-hour class and we’ve used only 45 minutes. I’m tired, I really am. I’ve had chain classes since 7:00 this morning and I’m really hating this. I look for whom to blame and the only people available are those heading the Nigerian educational system a.k.a our ogas at the top.<br />
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Because I’m bored and tired, I start thinking of really weird things like how my really skinny course mate( sitting right next to me) would look in a two piece bikini. And now am actually thinking if orange (the color) was named after orange(the fruit) or if orange(the fruit) was named after orange(the color). Crazy right? Lmhao<br />
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Brain doctors would have a field day looking into mine.<br />
My afro weavon is itching me; I don’t even care if that cute guy is looking at me. I scratch without mercy, that’s how frustrated I am. Everyone is looking at me now…….<br />
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✋ Wait! Why is everyone looking at me? (back to earth girl!)<br />
“You with the afro, are you lost? C’mon stand up there”<br />
I stand up without even knowing, it’s like my legs moved out of their own will. I try not looking around because my friends are already laughing around me.<br />
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“what’s the central dogma of molecular biology all about?” He asks looking at me through his round glasses. <br />
Great! My day just went from bad to worse.<br />
😭😭😭Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-26011529066444490372017-07-08T16:51:00.000-07:002017-07-08T16:51:04.061-07:00The poet<br />
Sometimes I get inspiration to write when I’m at really weird places, like right now I’m in the toilet. Don't look so shocked! 😄😄😄<br />
When I’m bored I look at random people and try to guess their story. Just a game a play by myself. I’m looking at this girl now and all I can feel is sadness. I don’t know her but she looks like someone who’s been terribly hurt. I try to look away and I finally succeed though I still turn around to look at her one more time before going my way, I was to pressed to hang around and study her more.<br />
Sitting in the toilet now, I remember that sad looking girl and these words just keep playing in my head.<br />
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“ I know of a girl<br />
A girl who doesn’t care<br />
A girl who doesn’t believe in love<br />
A girl who thinks it’s underrated<br />
A girl who has been hurt and now she CARESless”</blockquote>
I’m not really a poetic person and so I don’t even know where this inspiration came from. All thanks to that strange sad girl for bringing out the poet in me. I’ll always remember you and I pray that when next I see you, you’ll be wearing a smile. A smile as radiant as the sun.<br />
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Oma cares!Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-51261679101785006312017-07-02T06:19:00.000-07:002017-07-02T06:19:06.721-07:00Guys shaa…<br />
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Remember chike?<br />
Yes, that chike…… <br />
Okay just <a href="http://ionnasdiary.blogspot.com.ng/2017/06/being-proud-of-who-you-are.html?m=1" target="_blank">Click here</a> if you don’t remember.<br />
Chike who gave me advice. I found out that chike has been lying to me. He said he loved his girlfriend and even talks about the girl so much that it hurts my ears to listen. Guess what? Yea, you’re right! There’s no girlfriend.<br />
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I was gisting with my girlfriend at a sit out in school, when he happened to pass by. He stopped to say hello and it turned out that they knew each other too. He didn’t stay long anyway, so after he left out of curiosity I asked my friend about his girlfriend. She looked confused at first before she laughed and told me he had none. I just waived it aside, cause I thought since they weren’t that close anyway, she wouldn’t know the current happenings in his life.<br />
It was more than a week before I saw chike again. We talked and laughed as usual. Maybe because my friend had planted a little seed called doubt in me, even without knowing I started searching for signs he was lying to me and that’s when I started seeing and noticing things I never did before. Things like, the way he looked at me and even smiled at me. Something didn’t seem right. I still wasn’t ready to ask.<br />
Finally, today I decided to ask him if he really had girlfriend. I first started by asking what his girlfriend looked like and all that basic stuff a boyfriend should know, not only did he not answer me fast enough he also didn’t answer well. He previously said “she’s chocolate in complexion and tall, a bit taller than me” (I can remember teasing him about the love of things bigger than him) but when I asked now he told me that she’s chocolate in complexion and a bit on the average side and that tall girls are not really his speck.<br />
After he had successfully failed my tests, I finally asked him if he had a girlfriend. He said he didn’t and then spent like one hour apologizing for lying initially. He said he just really liked me and wanted to get closer. How can you use the excuse of a girlfriend to get closer to a prospective girlfriend? I mean who does that? I didn’t even know what to say to him. I just nodded and told him we were cool. I hadn’t even finished with my ‘I have forgiven you’ short speech before the guy landed with his ‘give me a chance and I’ll ……….’ Everlasting speech. Seriously he should take a chill pill. It was beginning to upset me. I just told him (shaa) that I can’t start a relationship based on lies and that we should just stay as friends. Of course he told me of how he isn’t going to give up on me and how I’m the one and all that. I’ve heard those a million times. Funny enough he didn’t even ask if I was single or not. Guys can be weird. Guys shaa!<br />
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And that’s how oma sees it……………<br />
<a href="http://ionnasdiary.blogspot.com.ng/2017/06/being-proud-of-who-you-are.html?m=1" target="_blank"></a>Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-13558257758151118892017-06-29T07:04:00.000-07:002017-06-29T15:41:02.923-07:00Hello diary! Hello diary,<br />
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I've missed you sooooo much. Hope you've been alright. I know you might not be so happy with me, cause I haven't dropped by, but I promise to try to visit more regularly. I had way too many assignments to handle and a lot of school events too. I can't promise that I won't go MIA again but I promise that I'll try my best to make at least one entry every three days. I really missed you.....</div>
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With much love, hugs and kisses</div>
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Love</div>
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Oma</div>
Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-52706858038412397072017-06-19T03:20:00.000-07:002017-06-19T03:20:07.500-07:00Naija Cares!<br /> When I was younger, my dad inculcated the habit of “taking responsibility for your actions” in my siblings and I. Me most especially because I’m the first born child in an African home. I hate it when people don’t take responsibility for their actions, or even worse, try to put it on someone else. Nigerians are very beautiful people. We’re beautiful inside out, but we can also be really good at passing blame. We blame any and everyone and I believe one of the factors that helps in promoting blame transfer is the Nigerian English.<br /><br />
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The British would say: Am sorry mom,<b> I had an F </b>in my test.<br /> Naija: Mummy you won’t believe that <b>teacher gave me an F.</b><br />(Gave you what? Nobody gave you anything joor! That kind giving…..)<br /><br />
British: I got the pox or I have the pox<br /> Naija: Anne has given me chicken pox.<br />
( you get the drift?)<br />
<br /> Why am I suddenly telling you about Nigerian and British English?<br /> Right now my roommate is crying or rather wailing and its all because of a really insensitive group of people. About two weeks ago she got the pox, I had to start taking multi vitamins and b-complex to boost my immune system because I hadn’t gotten it before. She couldn’t go out because she was scared of passing it to someone, I was the one that helped her run little errands. According to her, she said she’d feel really guilty if someone got it from her. But last week she had a test to write, she tried calling the lecturer to ask for permission to be absent but he refused. He told her that it was her business and not his. She had to go like that to for the test. All these happened last week. I just got back from school to meet a wet eyed roommate telling me about how one of her course mates got chicken pox and about how everyone is saying it’s from her. Some are even so insensitive to point at her and be like “did you hear that bright now has chicken pox? He got it from Anne”. Anne is the really emotional kind of person and she’s been feeling bad ever since, am really pitying her though.<br />
<br /> It was nice chatting with you but I need to get back to consoling my poor roommate.<br /> Ciao!<br />
<br />Oma caresIjeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-78062990007794560922017-06-16T05:47:00.002-07:002017-06-16T05:47:20.001-07:0050 SHADES OF GREY- That’s how she likes it!<br />If you didn’t read my last two post, you might not understand this. To read that story, <a href="http://ionnasdiary.blogspot.com.ng/2017/06/the-rape.html?m=1" target="_blank">Click here. </a><br />
My friend edidiong is fifty shades of crazy! I finally visited after fighting with my guilt and practicing what I’d tell her in front of my mirror. Funny enough, she seemed perfectly fine. I didn’t want to be the one to start the “how are you feeling after getting raped” conversation, so I decided to go with the flow. She’d made a little jollof rice first so we sat down to eat it, she insisted that she had to buy drinks which I told her was not really necessary but trust edidiong to go out of her way to make you comfortable. She went to buy the drinks so it was just me in her house. I can’t say how long I waited, but I knew it wasn’t long I heard a knock. I thought it might be edidiong trying to be funny; I got up smiling and went to open the door and my smile faded, behold it was idy! Immediately I went into attack mode.<br />He was like “Oma wassup?” (he was actually smiling! What effrontery) <br />And I answered<br />“Idy so after what you did to my friend you had the audacity to trace her to her house. What do you want? You want to finish what you started? Or you want to try the styles you’ve not tried already? If you don’t leave this place this very minute I’ll scream till you’re burnt alive, idiot!”<br />He stopped smiling and started laughing. I was getting really furious now.<br />“Is anything wrong with you? What is funny about being a rapist or raping someone?”<br />And he answered<br />“Oma calm down mbok! (Please) I didn’t rape your friend, what we did was mutual”<br />And I was like<br />“you’re crazy ,you know that right? Mutual enjoyment keh! Is that what it’s called these days?”<br /> I saw my friend coming back with a polythene bag in hand, probably were the soft drinks were. Idy hadn’t seen her yet. I kept giving her signs to go back but she kept on coming. Two things were involved, she wasn’t seeing them or she was purposely ignoring them.<br />“idy please leave here, I don’t want my friend to meet you. Do you know how sad and traumatized she’ll be feeling right now?”<br />And he said<br />“I didn’t rape edidiong; I’ve told you that what we did was as a result of a mutual agreement. That’s how your friend likes it. If you don’t believe me ask her, idy is my second name and my role play name. My name is Michael, I’m edidiong’s boyfriend and it’s really nice meeting you OMA”<br />Omgee Omgee am I watching a trailer of fifty shades? Have I been friends with Mrs. Grey and didn’t even know?<br />That was the first time in a long time I didn’t know what to say. I was tongue tied. By then edidiong was in front of me and she just turned and hugged idy or micheal or whatever his name is, am too confused to even know again. They came in together holding hands, looking so natural together. How am I supposed to wipe that gruesome memory from my mind? I want to ask her why she likes BDSM, I want to ask her when she started and why she never told me. I have a lot of things running through my mind right now that I want to ask her but am scared of the answers. What should I do?<br /><br />
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And this is something Oma didn’t see..........<br />Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-11046580854388142562017-06-15T03:48:00.001-07:002017-06-15T03:48:49.986-07:00Are you a boy or a Man? This beautiful piece was written by covenant. <a href="https://m.facebook.com/ionnasdiary/?ref=bookmarks" target="_blank">Click here </a>to check her out on facebook! <br />
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<b>- - - - - - -Differences Between Dating A Boy And A Man- - - - - - -</b><br />➡ A boy is possessive. A man is protective.<br />➡ A boy tells you he loves you. A man tells you he loves you & backs it up with actions.<br />➡ A boy makes you feel like you are not good enof. A man makes you want to be a better person because you have so much genuine respect for him.<br />➡ A boy makes you feel you need to downplay your accomplishments so as not to embarrass him. A man is not threatened by your success, but is proud of it & inspired by it.<br />➡ A boy is concerned with his own pleasure. A man cannot enjoy himself unless he knows you are too.<br />➡ A boy underestimates you. A man is not afraid to challenge you, because he knows what you are capable of.<br />➡ A boy is interested in your life as long as he gets something out of it. A man will be interested in your life because he cares & wants to understand you deeply as a person.<br />➡ A boy thinks he must provide for you. A man knows that a relationship means the two of you are providing for each other.<br />➡ A boy is always thinking of whether or not he could be better. A man knows when he has something good right in front of him & never takes it for granted.<br />➡ A boy makes excuses. A man admits when he screwed up, & always does everything he can to fix it.<br />➡ A boy is ready to do anything to get what he wants. A man is ready to love without hesitation.<br /><br /> So ladies, let go of that boy, and find yourselves a MANIjeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-62635468849592626272017-06-13T10:19:00.001-07:002017-06-13T10:40:56.672-07:00THE RAPE!<br />
Wonders shall never end o!<br />
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Edidiong cannot and will not put me to shame. So yesterday, I was on my own and my friend edidiong called me and asked if I was free so she could come over. Truth be told, I was actually really bored at home. So in about 25 minutes edidiong was in my house, we gisted and laughed for a little while and then while we had noodles she told me about her new boyfriend Michael. Edidiong got a call then and was like I should accompany her to see a friend. I asked her the location and who exactly was sponsoring the waka (journey), she said the bills were on her.<br />
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Dear diary, since the bills were on edidiong who was I not to agree. When we got there I found out that edidiong didn’t know this guy from Adam and that my safety wasn’t sure. I expected edidiong to feel uncomfortable or something, but she was cool almost too cool. I wasn’t comfortable at all. The next thing, we were offered a bottle of magic moment and edidiong was downing shots like there was no tomorrow. I was trying to tell her to calm down, especially since we don’t even know this guy. She wasn’t listening. I was just sipping mine really slowly, one of us had to be sane at least!<br />
We were sitting by the dining and then the next thing I knew, I was sitting by the dining (did u get that?😁😂😁😁😁). Edidiong and the stranger whom I heard her calling idy, left me and proceeded to the “other room”. Everywhere was quiet for some time and then I heard screaming, in my panic I raced inside the “other room” and almost went blind. The guy was really giving it to her! He was slapping her, pulling her hair, in fact he was practically beating her up while having sex with her at the same time, while my poor friend screamed and tears rolled down her face. I should have run and saved my own ass first, but she’s my friend nah, so I stayed and begged.<br />
I was like, <br />
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“idy please I’m begging you in the name of God, stop hurting my friend. We’ll leave and never come back and we won’t tell a soul, just let her go”.</blockquote>
Idy turned to me and was like, <br />
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“if you don’t leave this room and wait in the sitting room, you’ll see what I’ll do to you”</blockquote>
Of course I didn’t wait to see what idy would do to me. I ran to the sitting room, I thought of getting out but the door was locked. I tried calling my other friends, after many trials one finally picked up and I didn’t know which location to give him. My first name was “confusion!” I couldn’t sit still, I mean, my friend was getting raped in the next room, I was kept hostage in this one and for all I knew I was the next in line for the ravaging. After what felt like an endless eternity of sex, edidiong finally came out of the room with idy behind her. She looked like shit and at that moment I felt like one.<br />
He opened the door for us and I dragged edidiong along with me as we ran out. We didn’t stop running till we got keke (tricycle) that now finally took us home. I dropped edidiong at home and rushed back to mine, cause I had a 7am test this morning with the promise that I’d see her the today. When I left her she was sleeping though, probably due to the alcohol.<br />
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I really don’t know what am going to do or say to her today. I know I shouldn’t blame her because it has already happened, but I need to blame someone. Why is this world like this? As for me, next time one of my crazy friends decides to go visiting again and wants me to accompany him/her, he/she will give me the assurance of our safety, if not am not going! <br />
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Stay safe, Oma cares!<br />
<br />Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-38724346049981659262017-06-10T14:43:00.000-07:002017-06-10T14:43:03.006-07:00CHEAT- PART III<br /> So today out of my really busy schedule, I took out a little time to see a movie “I think I love my wife” (yea I know it’s an old movie) but it got me thinking. Sometimes it’s really the women who push their men to cheat.<br />Remember the post about eguisi soup? What happens when the eguisi refuses to be garnished, gets soured and is therefore not appealing to the mouth?<br /><br />
DON’T BE BORING! Nobody, and I repeat nobody can handle a boring conversation not to talk of a boring forever of conversations. What does your man like? (I can’t answer that question for you) do them for him. I know that there are still them dogs who will cheat even if you decide to give them ‘snake in the monkey shadow style’ on bed but at least try, don’t be the reason your relationship failed. Don’t be the boring one!<br /><br />
<i>That’s how oma sees it…………<br /> </i><br /> Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-49992006635573247632017-06-08T04:43:00.002-07:002017-06-08T04:43:48.814-07:00 CHEAT- PART II (Men and soups) <br /> Sometimes I hear guys and ladies refer to us (the opposite sex) as soups. They’ll say things like “oma I can’t be faithful to one person oo, how will somebody eat only eguisi (melon) soup all the days of their lives? You no go tire?<br />No 1. Nobody begged you in the first place to go and marry wife/husband or get girlfriend/boyfriend that you can’t and have no plans to be faithful to. Later when your partner catches you and does something, you’ll start saying things like women are evil or men are wicked.<br />
I saw a picture sometime of a woman that cooked her cheating husband’s penis with indomie noodles and people were seriously bashing her. I only felt she should have at least grilled or fried it (the dick) first. I believe it would’ve looked prettier.<br />No 2. Since we’re talking about soups, personally I love eguisi soup ( I mean, what is there not to love?) now because I love eguisi soup I can eat it anywhere and everywhere. Today it might be eguisi and olugbo (bitterleaf soup), eguisi and ugu (pumpkin leaves), eguisi and ukasi/afang (I have no idea what it’s called in English) and even recently, I found out eguisi and waterleaf isn’t bad either and there is also eguisi without any vegetable, you can add nsami (periwinkle), azu amiri ami (smoked fish), anu ewu (goat meat) etc just to add spice to your dish.<br /> Because I love this soup, I am open to new ideas; I try new things and see what works best for me. What am trying to say in essence is that if you love that man/woman, you’ll stick to him like a stamp to a letter, you’ll try out new stuffs with him/her. Stop blaming your promiscuity on variety! Just cause you heard that variety is the spice of life, now you want to over spice your life? Nobody even enjoys a food that’s been over spiced.<br />And still on the soup matter, when you decide to combine eguisi, afang, edikan- ikong, ofe owerri, atama, white soup, fisherman soup, groundnut soup, hmmm bros/babe nawa for you oo. Don’t worry the toilet is already calling on you. Be faithful people!<br />
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<br />And that’s how oma sees it………<br />
<br /><br />Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-70348126011604425292017-06-07T02:49:00.000-07:002018-03-09T08:04:37.682-08:00CHEAT- Part 1<p dir="ltr">             Am just sitting with a few friends, this beautiful day, we’re chatting, everybody is happy and chinwe (one of my friends who just recently broke up with her boyfriend) asked “why do men cheat?” and Idy (another one of my friends, an unrepentant playboy) answered “sweetie, because we can”.<br>
             Well for those of us that have not yet been informed am here to inform you that what a man can do a woman can do better!<br>
             When you can’t control your third leg, I mean the one in-between your trousers and then you abandon that good woman you brought from her father’s house with the promise of love, trust and faithfulness and then that woman finds out and cheats on you too, after all two can play that game and you find out and start going around calling her whore blah blah blah forgetting that you're also doing the same thing you're judging her for and you feel you're justified cause you're a man. What you might not know is that men just have one sex hormone called the testosterone, while women have two sex hormones the testosterone and oestrogen. Now women have a double dose of sex hormones so who do you feel should be sleeping around with any and everything?<br>
              Cheating in general is wrong! Don’t go around bashing women who cheat and saying that men who cheat is a norm, cause its not. God didn’t make it so! If you're going to bash and criticize, then do that for both sexes and if you feel it’s a norm, then its definitely normal for both sexes.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Cause that’s how oma sees it! ☺☺☺☺☺☺</p>
Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-12545368630678470532017-06-05T13:55:00.001-07:002017-06-05T13:55:53.689-07:00#Babygirlness<br /><br />
Babygirlness: (VERB) being simple in all you do in life. Avoiding stress and all its agents.<br />
<br />E.g. i. oma is a babygirl for life!<br /> ii. Anyone who owns a functional blender and still prefers pounding with mortar and pestle has issues with babygirlness.<br />
<br /> I read a post written by a face book friend about being a babygirl and it got me laughing, reminded me of an experience I had few years back. Fresh out of secondary school I went for holidays in my aunt’s place, aunt lizzy. Aunt Lizzy had or rather has (since she hasn’t changed one bit) this tendency of making life difficult for anyone and everyone who stayed close to her.<br /> I can still remember vividly the afternoon she sent me to bring down the pot of soup from the stove while she was busy at the corner of the kitchen turning hot garri. I picked up a rag and was trying to get the pot of soup down when hot “garri turner” landed on my head. I was both shocked and confused.<br />“Aunty what did I do?” and she said “is it me you're asking that question?” (Typical Nigerian mother response) of course I kept quiet, I didn’t want a second round of knacking, abeg oo. Me that was still trying to recover from the first! Then she said “ijeoma why are you so lazy, is this how you're going to be in your husband’s house? Common soup you cant even bring down without rag!”<br /> The soup was hot for goodness sake, what is your problem? (Of course I said this in my head I still want to live!) I was quite surprised, she looked really angry with me and I didn’t actually know or understand why because the last time I checked I was the one that got hit with hot garri turner just cause I was trying to make my work easy.<br />I don’t see any reason why I should have a washing machine, dish washer, toaster, blender, rug cleaner etc and still stress myself, I mean who likes stress? Hard work doesn’t mean sweat work!<br />I don’t know about you, but that’s how oma sees it<br />Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-83610698127142358392017-06-04T14:18:00.002-07:002017-06-04T14:23:23.152-07:00Being proud of who you are <br />
4/6/2017<br />
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So, recently I met a friend. He’s not like a lot of people I know and I think that’s what drew me to him. He is a friend’s friend and we met at that friend’s party. Chike is his name. Chike is someone I found easy to connect to, he’s happily dating incase you’re wondering if he’s actually into me. He talks about his girlfriend so much that sometimes it hurts my ears.<br />
I know you're wondering why am writing about chike. Well this is supposed to be my diary and yes, chike surprised me.<br />
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I found out (or rather chike told me) that he works as a security agent in my school. I was surprised, really surprised cause apart from the fact that he’s quite handsome, almost too handsome to be a security guard and might actually be the most good looking security guard I see in my life, he was actually really proud of his job. He told me of his dreams and how he didn’t plan to be there for a long time anyway. I must admit, his plans were legit and when I asked him how he doesn’t even feel any bit of shyness or awkwardness when people ask him what he does for a living since it was sort of a menial job, he laughed and told me something. He said and I quote,<br />
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“I believe there’s nothing like a menial job, every job is important in its own way and the way we approach and handle them is what makes them big or menial, what I believe in though is people with menial minds. Think big oma”</blockquote>
Well before then I believe I was one of those with menial minds but now I know better all thanks to chike. Be proud of who you are pipo! You can only truly improve on what you’re proud of and love. You can only begin to improve on yourself if you’re proud of and love yourself. THINK BIG!<br />
Cause that's how OMA sees it😄Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073556813389866297.post-26760939667927765082017-06-03T03:48:00.001-07:002017-06-03T03:48:19.216-07:00#TGIF kasala! This morning was awesome!<br />
<br /> While good people of the world were asleep in their beds, ijeoma was running the race of her life and for her life. My broda, my sister no be small thing oo. <br />It all started Friday afternoon when I decided to go clubbing since it was #tgif. Friday evening fully dressed in my bumshorts I succeeded in dragging my poor friend along. Right from when we got there, there had been issues. We were hearing screaming outside and all that, thinking it was just normal noise in club we continued having fun inside joor. The next thing broken bottles were flying in the air, seats were crashing and my legs started flying out of their own accord, I didn't even remember my dearest friend. <br /> In the process of everyone trying to get out at the same time the glass doors shattered, people were wounded some even bleeding. I succeeded in getting through the door and I called my friend, she wasn't picking (probably coz of the noise) I tried again and again, I was really getting scared and all this time I was still running, finally she picked. She said in her alarm she ran in the opposite direction and that she was still trying to retrace her steps. The next thing I heard screaming at the other end and then she hung up, okay this my friend is more on the thick side and so I was scared for her life. I tried calling again and she picked, she said she sprained her ankle and lost a nail. I gave her my location and told her I was waiting for her. <br /> I felt really bad for her, I waited for more than 10 min before she finally arrived on a strange guys back. The ankle was so bad that he had to carry her, he was her knight in shining armour. The next thing oo we heard SAS patrol, am guessing they came because of the uproar at the club. If u see another round of race, nobody wants to enter SAS patrol car oo. My one legged friend and I ran and successfully found keke shaa which took us home. <br />
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<span style="color: purple;">If I tell you that I wont club again will you believe me? Have u ever had a bad clubbing experience? Share your experiences! ☺☺☺</span>Ijeoma Obiomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01026067506046432327noreply@blogger.com2