Gemstots

This man and a couple of other men spotted at the Cardiff city centre practically sit on nothing but thin air and maintain that position for hours. How they do it, still remains a mystery to me. But perhaps you’ll have an answer for me (c) Abraham (c) Niyiwoods

I finally read a book for leisure, not for an exam or a legal opinion. My life is not so busy after all. I realized I just had to take it with me everywhere and I went and I noticed the opportunities to read presented itself. OK so I must confess, it did take a few months to finish. What? I'm a busy person. I didn't plan to read it for so long obviously, but there was just never time to pick it up, even when I carried it around in my bag everyday despite its weight. When you try reading it at the salon, the stylist would ask you to hold your head up, when you settle in to read it at home, you get a call or a knock at the door that just distracts you. Excuses aside, I finally finished Leota’s Garden by Francine Rivers. (Big Grin). I've been done reading this 425 paged book for about a month now but I suddenly find myself missing Leota Reinhardt and her granddaughter. I was quite sad that her daughter did not have the opportunity to make...

(All pictures courtesy COZA Witty Inventions Dept.) From the moment it was announced, I knew I just had to be a part of it. If I was being lazy with launching out on my own, then perhaps I could tag along and be a blessing nonetheless. I’m so glad I made it to Pagada. The name does not even sound razz. It may very well be the latest designer in town and girls would instantly add a ring to the name ‘Pagada’… but these Pagadians had no clue what designers were in vogue, let alone turn their village name into a reigning word. So God sent the Commonwealth of Zion Assembly Abuja, and the church responded. 50 minutes drive or thereabout Pastor had said, but then he also had never been there. Away we went; a convoy of cars and buses, a beautiful array of coloured COZA caregiver T-shirts, and an excitement that was almost confusing. I had to remind myself this was Abuja. If it was Lagos I’d have thought I got the announcement all wrong, and perhaps we were headed to the beach. It w...

image courtesy: www.inc.com The IWD this year is a serious matter. Ladies are excited, men are offended, and children could not care any less. Personally and to be honest I just knew it was women’s day courtesy of a HR Memo lining up activities to celebrate the day. So the men keep asking, “What exactly are you people celebrating? Is there a Men’s day? What’s so special about women’s day?” (*tongue out*) I gave my own little defence by saying they would have a men’s day two days to Father’s day (covers face). Abi, seeing as Women’s day is two days before Mother’s day. Another man said "it is all this attention given to women that has caused problems in the world, reduced the level of submission and increased the rate of divorce." Me I don’t know about that one! All I know is; why should Women not be celebrated?  Some women support their families, some women run companies, some run reputable businesses, Some women are outliers, some women are bread winners. ...

♫♪ “all those that are born in March, ♫ stand up, ♪ stand up, ♫ ariya riya roses ♫ God bless you” ♪ Before now, Great People are born in March was just a phrase I used in bragging every year. I’m not even sure how I started off or where I got the idea from but it has stuck with me and proven true (mischievous grin). Anyway, feel free to join the haters club while my March buddies and I take the high seat at the Bragging Kids Club. To finally lay this argument to rest, perhaps a sneak peek at some of the people I’m sure you love can be found HERE and below. Don’t worry if some of these names sound strange. It comes with the territory. Those born in March are like HTC phones- Quietly Brilliant . J Even the Bible describes those born in March; “They attack like warriors; they climb the walls like soldiers. They all keep Marching straight ahead and do not change direction or get in each other’s way. They swarm through defences, and nothing can stop them.” *da...

Valentine Day Blues!!! I know the recipient :) So after all the euphoria of the day, Cakes, Red apparel, Dinners, Glitz and Glam, The day just ended on a sad note for Nigeria. There was news that Goldie Harvey gave up the ghost on February 14. If this is true, Vals day would never be the same for Goldie's family. The news started filtering in at about 8ish , and I think so many people chose to ignore it till this morning. Personally, I thought it was a joke and probably still don't entirely believe. But it’s February 15 th and the rumour is yet to go away. Sad!  So this got me thinking again about life. How we are only preserved by the mercies of God. Who would have thought? Anyone could wake up and not go back to sleep in the same bed forever. The truth is if God says it’s time, then it’s time. Life is short, times are hard, a baby will someday grow old, and with each passing day, we’re one day close to our graves. This is not to impute fear in anyone....

Why is Val’s day so different this year? The atmosphere is more fitting for a world about to end. There's this unexplainable rush everywhere. Everybody seems to be in a hurry, cards are sold out, counters are crowded, teddy bears and fluffy pillows are overpriced. Some people have a touch of red apparel, some can't be bothered. I look at blackberry display pictures and I laugh. It looked like some guys had been forced to use a lady's picture at gun point. Their profile had pictures without words. No happy Val’s day or even the latest acronym HVD;   mba , no form of association whatsoever. In the end, there were gifts and there were gifts. In secondary school we called it declaration. Once anyone approached a hostel with gifts the entire house would erupt in shouts of declaration and almost escort the messenger to deliver. Unfortunately the real world has none of that excitement on Val’s day. In secondary school, there were all kinds of 'Val'; ...