more copido uncovered part 3

So Aday’s wife moved back home.
We met one weekend at shoprite while I was doing my shopping.
Aday acted like an over-excited teenager as he pulled me off to meet his wife in the fruits and veggies section

Aday: (ch) love, meet my office sweet-heart, Copido.
Me(quite excited): Hello madam
Ch: (wrong attitude) Hello
She turned to continue her shopping.
Chit chat,,,,,,weather talk…..so boring!
Me: So I’m off.
Aday: (holds me and starts to praise me) Ch, this lady is a true friend……stood by me…..told me to contact you…..insisted I had to travel monthly to PH to see you.

She thanked me for ‘the part I played in pushing her hubby back where he belongs’.
And I left.

Later that evening, I got a call from her.
She asked if we could meet at a spa in Lekki area, she said it was really good and she wanted us, 'Aday's girls' to do something ‘girly’ together.

I replied: I am not one of 'Aday's girls' and I declined.
At that point, i figured she was probably looking for trouble.
Her bait? Moi....?

Aday called me back and somehow sweet-talked and convinced me to go.
So we met at the spa parking lot.
Me: Hello ch
Ch: You can call me Mrs QRS
Me: Okay.
Ch: (calmly) Did he fuck you?
Me: Excuse me?!
Ch: Yes or no?
Me: This is ridiculous
Ch: Lets be real. You are the ‘typical Take home to mama’ kinda girl and I think aday is attracted to you.
Me: I think not. He’s a friend and that’s the end of it. You're being offensive.....
Ch: I wish I could believe you, but I don’t. He’s my husband and I know he likes you.
Me: well, I assure you it’s not mutual. I am happily married and I have to go.
Mrs QRSCh: I just had to get that off my chest
Me: Good for you
Ch: Can we start again? Maybe my approach was wrong?
Me: No thanks! Bye!
Ch: (laughs and claps her hands) Oya no vex.

She pulled me back very quickly and she gave me a hug.

Ch: Maybe you should hear my side of the story.
Me: Please dont bother.
Ch: I love that guy so much, I know shouldn't have moved out........ I just got fed up with the pressure and unending questions from relatives and friends........ My mother-in-law started calling me a man and telling all that cared to listen that Aday married a man……….We dated for over ten years before we got married. I've known him forever and i almost ruined everything....

And we went in for our ‘girly spa session', paid for by ch.

Of course she reported herself to Aday, who called later to apologise for any embarassment i suffered. He said he was unable to convince her that 'aa we had was a genuine friendship'.
He further told me that he had admitted to her that he was attracted to me initially but i was quick to turn him down?????

He assured me: She's an angel, i'm sure you'll find out someday......

So, ch and I started a comfortable friendship……
Last month, we co-planned a surprise gig for Aday.
He was sooo surprised that he almost fled....and then he shed a oneor two drops of tears.....
We are on first-name basis....
We've done a few more girly sessions.
She's called me several times saying to me: 'WARN THAT YOUR OFFICE SWEETHEART, HE's LOOKING FOR TROUBLE OH'
And I have been warning him oh.
I like her and I respect her maturity......

next my first fight with aday…..

More Copido Uncovered II

I returned to my office wondering how he made the connection.
Accent, Cars, Blog and Instinct?
I logged into my system and typed: https://www.blogger.com/start ready to delete my entire blog but I failed to remember the password – too bad.
So why did I agree to meet him after work?
What were we going to talk about?
I did a quick search, Aday HR and found out he was several levels above my paltry level.

After work,,,,,,,, I bolted!
Coward????
Yeah right and thanks!
Singing; YOU CAN SAY WHAT U WANNA SAY......

On getting home, internet had been disconnected so I went to bed early.

The next day, traffic was light and I arrived at work really early to read my blog from an outsider’s perspective.
I drove into my favourite parking slot and admired the car sticker on the beamer parked next to me: ‘Drive it like you stole it’

As I was getting my stuff together to get out of the car,

Aday: Hello Copido
Startled, I almost jumped out of my skin.
Me:(Quite irritated) Why did you creep up on me like that?
Aday: Sorry I thought you saw me.
Me: I didn’t
Aday: But you were staring at my car.
Me: Which car?
Aday: The black BMW
Me: I was looking at the car sticker
Aday: Oh, that hurts.
Me: Are you trying to flirt with me?
Aday: Definitely not. I would have been flirting if I had told you I was really disappointed when I saw your wedding band.
Me: Excuse me. I am married and I am happy and I am not going to encourage you.
Aday: I apologise

I grabbed my jacket, handbag, tote bag, phones, flask, newspaper and folders and tried to lock my car door.


Aday: Let me help you.
Me: I am fine

He took my magazine, flask and folder anyway.
Me: Thank you.

We took the lift to my floor.

Me: Good-morning all
My colleagues (to Aday): Morning sir. Goodmorning Oga Aday. Oga Goodmorning oh.
Aday: Morning everyone.
Colleague: Oga, I hope you are not moving madam to another unit. Please leave her here with us
No response.

Aday: You stood me up yesterday
Me: I had things to do.
Aday: Can we do lunch today?
Me: Whatever it is you are looking for, read my lips: I am not interested,
Aday: First, you shouldnt make assumptions so quickly and secondly do you have to be sooooo rude?
Me: I don’t have time for this. Have a nice day.
He left.

I turned to power on my puter and prepare for my one-on-one session with my HR partner, Chioma.
I wondered why I was angry…..was he the cause???
I wondered but I had no answer.
At 830am, I took the stairs to our personnel department,
Chioma was waiting for me in the conference room.
Me: Hello
Chioma: hello Copido. I think my supervisor might want to take this session.
She made a quick call on the intercom: 'Copido is here' and of course, in comes Aday.
Chioma introduced us quickly and left.
Aday was cordial and professional throughout the session.
He answered my questions thoroughly and before long the session was over and I had learnt quite a number of things to apply and reapply in my role as team leader.

I thanked him and as I got up to leave, he grabbed my arm: Please hold on
Sigh.
Aday: I just want to apologise…..if there’s anything I’ve done that annoyed or offended you, I am really sorry.
Me: okay
Aday: What i told you yesterday……
Me: your secret is safe with me
Aday: thanks. Can we do lunch together today?
Me: sure.

So we had luch together that day and many days after.
We talked about my blog, my current predicament, he shared his experiences with various fertility experts in the country and abroad.
Over time, we developed a good and genuine mature friendship.
It wasn’t long before rumours started flying: ‘Aday broke up with his wife because of Copido’, Aday and Copido are getting married’ Aday and Copido have moved in together’ etc
Some of my colleagues were quick to tell me that they disliked Aday as he had been ‘very wicked and inconsiderate’ to them.
I had never seen that side of Aday so I let them say and of course we laughed it off

I encouraged Aday to make contact with his wife (ch) and not give up on his marriage.
And after several trips to Nigeria's Garden City, his wife agreed to return home.
For reasons unknown to me I had mixed feelings about the reconciliation.
I was very happy for him yet i also felt jealous because it meant I was going to have to share him with her……imagine that......

More Copido Uncovered

He said: Copido
I was shocked.......and speechless.
He said: Hello Copido, my name is Ade (pronounced Aday)
Still speechless.
He said: Can I join you..........?
Me: Nooooo. Nooooo. How did you know?
Aday: Know about you/Copido?
Me: Does anyone else know? Did you tell anyone else?
Aday: I swear...
Me: Dont swear
Aday: At least let me sit.

I felt so 'scattered' so like someone had invaded my privacy and I got up in anger, very close to tears, my lunch forgotten. I walked quickly to the ladies and I cried.

How can?

How come?

I was so stupid to put up my entire life on the internet......foolish gal, foolish gal, foolish gal.

I never blogged in the office before so no chance he hacked into my system.

But how then?????

And who else knows????

I wiped off my tears and decided I was going to delete my blog right away before he leaked it out to anyone else.
As I walked out of the loo, I saw him standing right across the lobby area.

Aday: Copido can i have just one minute, please?

He sounded almost desperate.

Me; So who else knows?

Aday: I'm going through what you are going through, I have the same problem with your husband. You have my word that I would never disclose Copido to anyone else.
Me: How did you make the connection between me and Copido?
Aday: Your accent, the Nissan and Mercedes M-class cars...and instinct.
Me: I am sure I have never seen you before.
Aday: I work in HR and you've moved departments so many times that I have lost count.
Me: How long have you known?
Aday: Today.
Me: And for how long have you suspected?
Aday: Since you faced the disciplinary committee for insubordination to MY.

We both laughed.

Aday: Please don’t delete your blog
Me: I have to, before anyone else finds out
Aday:Please.
Me: Why?
Aday: Please
Me: ???????
Aday: Copido please, i beg you, don’t delete it.
Me: Why?????
Aday: The tears and laughter your blog has given to me mean so much to me.

I noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding band.

Me: Are you married?
Aday: Yes and no?
Me: ???????
Aday: I was married for 4years, my wife left me in January.
Me: Sorry about that. was it because of your problem?
He nodded and I felt like hugging him but I just squeezed his fingers and said: I am sorry about it.
He nodded again and I saw that he was crying.
So I hugged him and whispered: Don’t do that!!!! Stop it!!!!!
Just then his blackberry beeped.

Aday: I have to go. Can we meet after work?
I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Me: why not?

And I watched him walk away.

Just breezed in........

........to say Season's Greetings
Xmas is in the air...........
.......and Santa Claus is in town.......

Pregnant? No

After 3attempts, about $10,000down the line, we are still not pregnant.
Well, i decided i wasnt going through the procedure for the fourth and fifth time.
Hubby was devastated, but i stood my ground.
'I dontthinkI can do this again, I said.
The doctor tried his best to encourage me to give it another shot.....no no
I was on an emotional roller-coaster through the 3failed attempts plus the third time, my period started on day 31 when we were both convinced our baby had been conceived.
So.......hubby is back....later

2nd TimeUnlucky

I guess the blog title says it all.
We're still not pregnant and we were so sure I was pregnant till I had three pregnancy tests confirming i was not.
I had all the symptoms: Frequent urination, Rock hard belly; Full and tender breasts and my period was a day late.
Hubby asked me to call him as soon as I had the test result.
I did and we cried.
I locked myself in the ladies and cried my eyes out.
Doc said not to give up, but to keep praying.
We're trying a third time and then I may have to do surgery to remove the fibroid as a last reort.
Me: but Doc, you said the fibroid was not harmful.
Doc: As a last resort, we may consider removing it to eliminate all doubt.

But Copido where is your faith?!!!
I'm afraid it's wavering.
I'm afraid......I am soooooooo scared.......I am so worried!!!!

Update

It didnt work, so we are giving it a second shot.
Sigh.......

making babies....

Having committed all into the Hands of The Mighty GOD who created me and hubby and the doctor, hubby amd I are off for our first shot at IVF.

I can't wait to rock my babies in my arms and tickle them silly and watch them take their first steps. Oh paparazzi, I am gonna record every single moment.....Jeez, I really can't wait.

Our Doc studied in the US and he flies in specialists/consultants that handle the procedure with him but I wish we could go to the UK for the procedure but we can't cos of work.....anyways GOD makes babies in Nigeria too.

Fingers crossed. tears dried and knees glued to the ground......i'm off

Can you wear my shoes.....

It's a night before our 1st wedding anniversary and we are trying hard to look happy.
We have planned an anniversary party strictly by invitation with all the works.....
But we are not excited about it......not anymore.
Hubby and I went to see an Obstetrician/Gynaecologist.
We did some fertility tests and he booked us in for an appointment at the close of work today.
I was hoping to hear him say: There's no problem.......
Well,there is a problem.
*Sigh*
But LORD, why us? Why LORD? Why?!!!
The doctor said my test results were okay, but I have a fibroid growing on my womb, but it won't affect conceiving or carrying to full term.
The bad news: My husband's sperm count is low, very low.
I held hubby and cried. He held me quietly and kept whispering: Babes, I'm sorry....I'm sooo sorry. Please don't cry.
The doctor said not to blame him or take it out on him and not to stress him.
I said: I'll be mad to do that! What if it was me?
I turned to hubby and said: Babes, I don't blame you. We are in this together.
Doc: Calm down
Me: I can't....cos we don't deserve this....it's not fair. why doctor?...why?,,,why....
Doc: There's a solution....
He said I was going to be placed on some drugs during the third day of my next period and then hubby's sperm would be released directly into my womb with the use of some big injection-like tube. He said there's hope and it's not a bad scenario and we were tackling it early blablabla
As he spoke, tears ran down my cheeks uncontrollably, hubby held on to me gently.
Doc: Madam, please take it easy. Do you need some time alone?
Hubby: (gruffly) Yes please
As he left us, I started sobbing quietly....
Self-Pity....Why Me? Why Us? Why LORD? Why?! Why?!
Hubby: Babes, I am sorry for putting you through this
Me: I am not crying for me. I am crying for us. I am sorry if it makes you feel worse but I just can't stop it....cos we don't deserve this.....

My heart is bleeding.....
You have to wear my shoes to understand how I feel

Buyer Beware

Just a short post.
Hubby has a new secretary.
She combines personal business with work.
She made hubby buy a size 18, (French Kiss???) Skirt with jagged edges for me.
She sold him aloe-vera roll on (Forever Living Product)
She sold him a bracelet(Romanian gold)
She sold him 3sets of bed-sheets
I have warned hubby not to tolerate her again.
Her job function is to be a secretary and she shouldn't be selling stuff during working hours.
Hubby said that she ususlly corners them in the parking lot(yes, hubby's not her only victim) and that she's very efficient in performing her official duties.
If hubby can't say no...can I give her a call and advise her to stop forcing things on my hubby????
What do you reckon?

Xmas Tradition (Long Post

Aside from all the warmth of Xmas, I also love Xmas cos it's a time to exchange gifts.
Back home with my mum & siblings, each year, each person wrote three things they wanted for Xmas on separate pieces of paper and placed it in a teacup(identical) and then mum gave each person a saucer so you're not sure who has your saucer......
Afterwards, each person picked from two separate saucers.

Gosh! I hope you lot understand my narration.

And there were rules: *A minimum and maximum budget, *You can't pick from the same saucer twice, *You can't pick your name, *You must not let anyone know whose name u picked, *You have to be very detailed about what you want e.g.: 100ml CK Euphoria perfume for ladies, *You give as many clues as to where the item can be bought...*You must keep the folded paper you chose till Xmas.

My mum never got any gifts, just cash, cause she never liked any of our gifts.(lol)
I hated picking my brother's names cos they always wanted something on the dot of the budget: designer wristwatches, camera phones, leather jackets, designer sneakers, X-box and Nintendo games etc!
Xmas was always exciting especially when we were all living with mum.

Gosh, I'm grinning from ear to ear.

Anyways, I suggested to hubby that we could adopt this gift swapping tradition and he agreed but he insisted there should be no budgets and we wrote four items each and picked two.

I picked: Nokia E90 and Apple Macbook Pro. (just over N500,000 in total).
Hubby picked: A complete set of 18ct gold and coral jewellery and a dress (Tiffany Amber) (just over N100,000 in total).

Of course I cried foul play.

Hubby insisted he was more than satisfied with what I picked; you shoulda heard his victory laugh.
Me: Babes, I could have asked for a Jacuzzi or a car or plot of land but I was considerate because this is something we have to enjoy doing.
Hubby: Babes, you can take a lease and pay conveniently over a year and actually enjoy doing it. You can even afford to pay cash down, why are you complaining?!
Me: Okay, let’s do it again. I was obviously being considerate when I wrote my Xmas wishes.......
Hubby: No way!
Me: Okay, I'm not doing this anymore.
Hubby: You are kidding, babes! You are stuck in this one for real!!

I felt much cheated and no matter how much I moaned, I wasn't being heard.
Plus, I came up with the suggestion and I agreed there were no rules and I was stuck.
The money wasn't the issue, but I had been very considerate and hubby was being extremely inconsiderate.
I didn't mention it again, and I decided to buy the gifts and make him sweat it out during our anniversary.
Revenge is Sweet!
After 2days of sulking, hubby said, he had gone to check my gifts and he agreed I had been very considerate, so he said we could pick again.
Of course, I said never mind, I'm fine, blahblah but of course he insisted (lol).
He again said: Babes, no budget, write whatever you want.
Me: Anything at all?
Hubby: Anything.
Me: I really think a N100, 000 maximum on each gift is fair.
Hubby: Stop talking cheap. Write anything you want
I smiled: Anything is anything.
Hubby: Yes. Anything is anything! Deal?
Me: Deal.....
And I smiled and said to meself: I'm gonna teach him a lesson........

I wrote: Brand New Customised BMW X5, Brand New VW Touareg, Brand New Nissan Murano 2007 Model & an Indoor Jacuzzi.

Later in the evening, after dinner, we sat down to pick again.
Hubby: This time it's final. You have to buy whatever you pick.
Me: Of course, no cries of foul play.
Hubby: But of course, we both know we have to be realistic.
Me: I've been very realistic. I don't know about you.
Hubby: Trust me.
Me: And this time around, I won't let you know what I picked and vice-versa.
Hubby: No problem. You pick first.....
So we both picked and unfolded our selections.
I chose: Apple Macbook Pro & Accessories and Sony VGN...... (the one with the razor-thin panel) & Accessories.
Hubby :( laughs) Hahahahahahahh!!! This is unrealistic. We both agreed........
Me: Babes, anything is anything. (I'm trying very hard not to laugh cos I knew he either had 2cars or one car and a jacuzzi)
Hubby: Babes, no, no. This is madness; we have 3cars already, minus our official cars, and now 2more cars?!!!
Me: Yay!!!! I see myself cruising my Murano......Gosh! 2008 is going to be fabulous. One car per day!!!!
Hubby: Heeeheeee(still laughing) So there's still Murano.
Me: Don't tell me you didn't pick it...
Hubby: Babes, hahaha. You are not serious. Stop being ridiculous.
Me: (Kiss) A deal is a deal. It’s sealed. Afterall, you can afford to pay cash down or take a lease..... (Sounds familiar uhmmm?)
Hubby: Babes, this is unrealistic. I am out.
Me: Babes, stop being a sour loser, where's your game spirit?
Hubby: No sweet-talking. I'm not doing it. No way!!! If you want a new car, then at least, lets sell the one you are driving now, there's no way I'm going to buy two more cars....
Me: Babes, what you are saying is that 'I' don't deserve....
Hubby: We agreed on being realistic....
Me: How realistic is having 2 Nokia communicators or 2 more laptops when we already have 2?
Hubby: Babes, those puters are due for a change....
Me: Babes, my car is due for a change. I want to drive a jeep.....
Hubby: Let’s just forget this gift swap thing. It won't work.
Me: Thanx for nothing. I'll buy your laptops and if you don't buy my gifts, I won't forgive you.
Hubby: I don't want any laptop oh! You better not waste your money.
Me: You can always flush it on ebay as an unwanted Xmas present. I am cruising two jeeps this 2008......Halleluyah!

I tormented hubby for a full day with songs of my new cars and I bore his grumbling about my unrealistic Xmas wishes graciously.
After dinner the next day, I confessed that I only wanted to teach him a lesson, he maintained, there was no way he would have honoured the wishes as it was both unrealistic and wasteful.
Me: (feeling quite offended) How can you say that about something I want?
Hubby: Okay, I'm sorry. Let’s not go there.
We agreed that it was very reasonable to set a budget as our anniversary is in January, Valentine February, my birthday in March and hubby's birthday in April (tight uuuhn?)
The budget: maximum of N50,000 per item
On Xmas day, he presented me with a set of jewellery (bought @ 90k because of an over-enthusiastic salesgirl) and a black, floral patterned medium-size dress from Tiffany Amber.
I bought him 3sets of pyjamas and a bath-robe and a leather-strapped CK wristwatch with a silver chain bracelet.
We swapped gifts happily on Xmas day, had an English breakfast (ahem….lunch actually. We were at the Ovation Carol party the night before), we cut our Xmas cake, popped a bottle of Champagne and we went to Sheraton for dinner. We hung out with some of hubby's friends before retiring knackered, for the night.

Xmas Greetings!!!

Hey Peeps!
Compliments of the Season!
Don't you just love December?!!!!
I've not spent Xmas in Nigeria for donkey years but quite honestly, I really enjoyed this Xmas.
We couldn't make our planned holiday travels cos I just started work and we didn't close for the year(lol).
I bought my Xmas tree and decorations during the first week of December.
In my excitement, I 'over-dressed' my poor Xmas tree.
I also ordered 13beautiful '14-inch rich fruit cakes' for neighbours, friends and families.
Those cakes were beautiful and they cost more than my habitual can of chocolate: Heroes, Roses & Celebration.
Hubby and I got 4 LIVE chickens and a LIVE turkey amidst other gifts.
I have an extreme phobia for all LIVE animals, so I won't go into details about the looks of horror on my face each time a bird was delivered, especially when the gift-bearer tried to hand it over to me!!!!
Gosh! I absolutely forgot that people give such gifts.
Anyways, we gave all the birds out as my hubby said he couldn't put a knife to any creature's throat!!!
And I can't pluck the feathers from a dead bird, that smell is so nauseating, it sickens me and that's the reason why I don't eat any bird.
Yupp! I don't eat chicken, turkey, ducks etc. If it's a bird......count me out!!!
Anyways, hubby and I each got a bag of rice, cooking oil, spices etc from work and loads of Xmas cards.

Rising Above Victimisation

It's a long story peeps, but I'll do a proper post by weekend.

New Job.....Mixed Feelings

P.S.
Please forgive me for not sharing this earlier.
You know I don't blog as often as I used to.


Last thanksgiving Sunday, hubby and I went to have some Chinese after a long service.

We were quite exhausted when we got home.

Infact, hubby barely managed to pull off his clothes before falling asleep, but I wanted to clean the freezer so I didnt go to sleep immediately.

After giving the kitchen a thorough cleaning up, I picked my phone to check for messages/missed calls.

There was a text from 'That Company' asking me to come pick my offer letter the following day.

I screamed and scared poor hubby badly.

He joined me in screaming and running from one end of the living room, to the other end of the dining room.

I hugged him tightly and thanked him immensely for being a pillar of support.

I picked my offer letter the next day, and to my surprise, the salary was more than N2m over what I had asked, so my earning power is between N5m - N10m per annum.

I won't tell you how much exactly.

Not bad at all, considering the Nigerian economy/cost of living.

Apparently, there was a salary review some months ago......lucky me!!!

I started 8th October and training has been exciting so far.

Meanwhile, hubby and I already agreed I might return to the UK in December to resume my old job as I have been on unpaid leave since January.

I'm so happy I'm not gonna be separated from my hubby!

Yippee!!!!

So I'm on probation for 6months and I won't qualify for paid maternity leave till after 18months, so technically, I have to hold off getting pregnant till at least my 9th month.

Hubby and I have talked about it and we've decidedwe'll cross 'that bridge' when we get there, but I already know I won't terminate my baby/babies for any job.

I was just thinking this morning that it might actually be better for me to return to the UK as I have worked with that UK company for years and I won't get fired for getting preggers.

But if I return to the UK, I'll be separated from my hubby and it's unhealthy for a marriage of less than a year.

I know we survived a long distance relationship prior to marriage but it's different after marriage, plus it won't help if we're looking @ starting a family immediately!

Lord, why is it taking so long? Why?!

I am having mixed feelings about the job now. *Sigh*

It's hard to celebrate, but I'm sailing through one day at a time.

What do you reckon peeps?

Auntie Who?

See, I was @ the bank last week to get some cash @ the ATM, when I saw this lady(Lets refer to her as Lady) wearing a beautifully-tailored ankara(African print fabric) skirt and blouse with frills and all the works.

The tailor/designer's cuts were sharp and neat and moulded her figure nicely.

I've been paying my tailor N5000 perfabric and he still has to do 2 -5alterations before I am 60% satisfied.

Anyways, I couldn't resist going to queue behind the lady to have a chat with her about her gorgeous attire.

Me: Hello! That's a lovely attire you've got on! It's so nice

Lady:(smiles) Thank you

Me: Hope you wouldn't mind me asking for your tailor's number?

Lady: Awww! Sorry, I lost my phone and I don't know her number by memory.

Me: Such a pity!

Silence

Me: But are you planning on retrieving the same number?

Lady: Yes.

Me: Good. Then can i have your number so I can call you in the next couple of weeks just in case....

Lady: Ok

So we exchanged numbers.

She was going to give me her husband's number so I could keep in touch prior to her retrieving her lost phone but she changed her mind and i don't blame her.

I don't distribute my hubby's numbers either, not even to close friends (thank u Nollywood(lol))

Me: So where's the tailor's shop?

Lady: Oworo/Bariga side.

Me: Huuuuh?! But does she do home service? Cos my tailor usually comes to pick my fabrics from my house

(Sadly, I can't meander around town by myself and there's no Tomtom Navigator in this town or comprehensive road-maps even)

Lady: Yes, but you will pay her transport fare.

Me: That[s not a problem. How much does she charge per fabric?

Lady: from N1000 - N2500, depending on the style/fabric.

Me: heh? (Jeez! I resisted the urge to slap my hands on my head, Papa Ajasco style)

Lady: Like this style, she took N1500 because it's complex.

Me: I will definitely call you

Lady: Excuse me.

I moved back a bit as it was her turn to use the ATM.

When she finished, I waved: Okay, Lady. I'll call you.

I finished my business and made to leave, but Lady was lurking around so I gave her a friendly wave.

Lady: Excuse me

So I walked up to her.

Lady: See, I don't like disrespect and where i come from, respect is mutual. I don't know your age oh, but I have younger ones and two of them are married and even their husbands can't call me by name and I know they are older than you. So if they hear you calling me Lady, they can also start disrespecting me, not to mention that tailor. The woman dares not call me by my first name. I expected you to use your initiative to know that there'll be Aunty before my name. In my culture,....

I was very *pissed*!!!! (Excuse my language). Istruggled to maintain a calm facade though and I had a good look at her.

I look younger than my age and I am soft-spoken, so I am used to people thinking I am a baby.

Me: So would you rather i called you Mrs......

Lady: No, you can call me Aunty.

Me: I won't do that. You don't ask for respect, you earn it. And you've just lost any respect i have for you. In case you don't know, I'm sure we are in the same age-group, give or take a couple of years! Good-day!

I felt like kicking her and pulling her hair off strand by strand but I walked off and got into my car.

Gosh! The directors of the company I workfor (I am still on unpaid leave) in the UK are probably the same age with my parents or older but we're on first name basis.

My younger siblings and cousins refer to me by name and I've never felt like they disrespected me, instead, they say I'm their favorite sister/cousin/aunt because i am not fussy!

I think those that hide such actions behind 'culture' are just people looking for an excuse to remain stagnant.

Hiss.

Who needs her cheap tailor anyway? (I know I do and that makes me more furious)

This woman is not my aunty and I don't want to refer to her as aunty!!!

Mind you, I'm not being pompous or silly. I am just being me!

I know someone's probably wondering about my in-laws.

Honestly, I don't refer to them as Uncle/Auntie, instead, I use their titles like Chief, Doctor, Pastor, Deacon etc and for the women, it's Mrs So-so-so and for the other wives, it's So-So-So's Mum etc and for those I am clearly older than, I refer to them by their first names!

Meanwhile, I let them know I prefer to be called by my first name cause my name is beautiful and it's my name! Adding auntie to my name doesnt make you respect me more or does it?

What do you reckon peeps?

Playing in the Rain

Hello peeps!
Wasnt last Saturday just awesome?!
Well, it was for me.
Since I returned from the UK to Lagos, Nigeria, I have been bathing with very warm water, I doubt I've had any cold showers.
Early Saturday morning, I was woken by the sounds of heavy rainfall and when I peeped, it was raining cats and dogs.
Hubby had gone for yet another Bachelor's Eve the night before so I was home alone.
I desperately wanted to play in the rain but not by myself so i waited....

We don't have a gateman because my landlord doesnt like them so we usually leave a padlock outside when someone is out so they can let themselves in when they return.

But the night before, there had been four loud gunshots so i guess my neighbours must have removed the padlock from outside for obvious security reasons.
Anyways, hubby eventually returned and as he couldnt let himself in, he rang me to come open the gate.
I was sooo excited but i moaned about him waking me up so early and that I couldn't come out in the rain.
He said okay, he would wait in the car for a bit.

I quickly donned my night-robe and dashed out without any slippers.
Hubby drove in quickly and expressed concern about my uncovered hair and bare feet but I didn't mind at all.
The cold rain was pelting down all over me and my robe was soaked in an instant!
And, Gosh, it felt soooo good!!!!

Hubby tried to push me in quickly.
Me: Babes, please lets stay and play in the rain a bit. It's been so long since I've done this.
Hubby: (sigh) Babes, I am soo tired
Me: Pleeeease
Hubby: Ooooooooooh!!!!! I want to sleep!
Me: Pleeeeease
Hubby: Okay but you must promise me you won't start screaming especially when u get excited.
Me: I promise!

Hubby stripped to his boxers while I took off my robe, I was wearing a thin strapped cotton camisole with matching knickers underneath.
We dashed into the cold rain excitedly and ran round to the back of the house.
I found a spot where the rain-water was gushing down from the roof and stood there with my eyes closed, my head tilted backwards and my arms spread wide apart.
The ice-cold water flowed on my head and down my body.
Hubby pushed me away excitedly and stood in my place.
I almost screamed then but I managed to jump up and down in excitement!!!!
We took turns at going under the water, it was like our own waterfall(hehehehe)
My teeth started chattering and hubby suggested we returned into the house but I begged for 10more minutes, then 5more minutes etc
Eventually, he started pulling me towards the door while I struggled to pull us both back to our waterfall.

Of course, hubby won't pull/push too hard so I kept winning over and over again until the rain subsided.
We tip-toed back to the front door and returned to the comfort of our home.
Hubby grabbed a towel and dried my body and my hair, I felt so pampered.
Then he dried himself and pushed me gently on the bed.
And we made sweet, sweet love.
Peeps, we didn't wake up till 3pm.
Hubby had a total of 61missed calls on his 3phones. I had 17missed calls but who cares?
I am so happy I'm married to my hubby.....and he doesnt mind bathing in ice cold showers.


So who enjoys playing in the rain?

I fell in love with the picture of those Liberian children playing in the rain and I remember how i never cared for a raincoat when I was young/shall i say younger (Ye know I'm not so old!)

I was so like them, though luckier....much luckier!

I wanna be a child again....

The Family Altar

Our neighbour came to visit during the weekend.

He’s a Pastor, and so is our landlord.

Aren’t we soooo blessed?!!

Anyways, he came to have a chat with hubby while I was watching Lerato’s eviction from the Big Brother Africa show!

They had been chatting for a while when he politely asked me to switch off the TV as I was distracting my hubby and he wanted me to be part of the conversation.

A part of me wanted to soooo rebel, but I complied frowningly.

He encouraged us to have a family altar.

A family altar is a fixed place where we would always meet as a family at a fixed time to share GOD’s word, sing praises and pray for at least 30minutes daily.

He advised that it’s like keeping a daily date/appointment with GOD.

He also said that his family follows this religiously and many times when he’s had a fallout with his wife, it’s usually resolved at the family altar, because they ‘HAVE’ to meet there and ‘TALK’ and often times, one of them would raise a prayer point about: GOD help my wife/husband to understand so and so and so and then they would discuss the issue and listen to each other’s viewpoints and resolve it.

Sweet. Sweet. Sweet.

Hubby and I pray every morning and night but it’s usually in bed.

He advised us to stay away from the bed as the bed is ‘a comfort zone’ and we may drift away in sleep; true, true, hubby’s a culprit, okay me too.

So I’ve proposed that we use the dining area/lobby but we are yet to agree on a time.

So everyone, please have a altar in your homes!!!

Sadly, we didn’t make it for dinner last night (Independence Day).

At about 6.30pm, there was a loud bang on my kitchen door.

It was my neighbour’s 7year old son.

He had been home alone since 2o’clock and his mum had instructed him to come and stay with me if NEPA struck.

So, there I was, dressed up for dinner and waiting for hubby and now saddled with an unexpected babysitting job!

Sigh! Don’t people know you don’t leave children alone at home and unattended?!!!

I called hubby to let him know and we hoped they would return soon, but it was wishful thinking.

They returned @ about 10pm, thereby ruining our night and I got so mad @ hubby and blamed him for prioritizing his job over me because if he hadn’t gone to the office, I wouldn’t have been at home and I wont have been saddled with babysitting.

I had even told him I would meet him in VI but he said he didn’t want us driving around in separate cars.

Anyways, @ about half 9, I told hubby to go get us some take-away so we would celebrate @ home.

Hubby left and called like 10minutes later saying, he really didn’t want to go out without me and we could cook something to eat for the night. Whatever!

Our neighbours didn’t apologise for saddling us with their child, obviously they didn’t know that we had plans.

Anyways, I had a mug of milk and a glass of water and I went to bed, quietly and ‘VERY ANGRY”!!

This morning, while we were praying, hubby said: GOD please help Copido to stop getting angry……and we both started laughing.

This family altar is already working.

Anways, we can do dinner next week.

Smiles

Happy Independence Day!!!

Hey everyone!
It's been quite a while!!!!
Happy October 1st to you all!!!
Hubby and I joined our church in a 2hour 'Prophetic March', singing and dancing while being filmed by a local TV station, I didn't get the name, but I know it would be aired 3times today from 11am.
I've had 2aspirins so far and my toes are covered in blisters, but it was fun.
As usual, our church paparazzi(photographers) were present and they kept trying to take pictures of me and hubby, much to my annoyance and despite the fact that I kept hiding my face behind my Nigerian flag!!!
I also met a friend who was my room-mate during my 1st year in Uni and did we reminisce!!
She's travelling back on Wednesday so we're hooking up tomorrow!
I also saw my sister's former secondary-school classmate.
Gosh! It's such a small world!
There's loads of juicy gists (lol)!....but not for today
Hubby and I are going for dinner @ Sheraton in a couple of hours, a monthly routine anyways........
Bless you all!
Long Live Nigeria!!!

911

It's hard to believe it's been 6years.
I remember that day vividly.
I was in my mother's flat and I just had a shower.
I was planning to go somewhere later in the day, maybe church.
So I switched on the TV to while away some time and I saw a plane crashing into the twin towers.
I actually thought it was a film preview and I laughed and thought:
'These Americans and their silly and evil imaginations!'
I picked up the remote and switched channels: same thing, CNN Breaking News.
I made a mental note to help adjust mum's TV settings and skip some channels.
After switching channels four times or so, it finally dawned on me that I wasn't watching the preview of a film, it was real!!!
I watched, transfixed, as a second plane crashed into the towers, as a state of emergency was declared, as an order to evacuate the city was given, I watched as the twin towers crumbled and vaguely heard news of other plane crashes and watched as the Breaking News strip changed to: America is under attack!!! I watched as men and women ran and cried and I watched as firemen ran for their lives in the chaos. I watched as families gripped the pictures of loved ones that were assumed missing. I watched for two/three days and I cried at the wickedness of men!!
I couldn't stop crying and I remember having sore eyes and a terrible headache for nights.
Terrorism is evil!!
Violence is never a good option, there's always another way!

Back to My Source.....

Hello All,

I sure hope someone missed me (smiles).

I needed time off....but I'm back.

And I returned to 'My Source' on the 25th August...

In simpler words, I cried and ran to the church altar after a short message on 'Returning to Your Source'

It was a very touching sermon and it opened my eyes to see that I've drawn away from GOD in a lot of ways.

Infact, I was almost at that stage where I was thinking I could do it all on my own - but now I know I can't....

So I've been spending time studying my Bible and fellowshipping with others and staying away from distractions like blogging..hehehehehehe.

I also joined the 'Married Women's Fellowship and had a chat about 'Sex Appeal'.

Life's been bubbly and me and hubby are still in love!!! (...jealous anyone??)

On a final note, I wont be blogging as often because I don't wanna lose my focus on My Source.

Signing off: JESUS loves me.....and you and you and you and you!

XxxxXxxxX