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My Nanny experience.



Babysitting used to be the most tasking experience for me ever. To think, I was gon’ sit, nurse, watch a toddler and apparently sing her to sleep was super frightening. All my life, I’ve never imagined being a sudden composer whose lullaby could lure babies to sleep.

Mehn….worst of it all was changing their diapers. God! tha’ part of babysitting sucks. I never appreciated cleaning up after everywhere is meesed up, and the only thing the baby does is to stare, smile and occasionally giggle. Maybe, they do that deliberately to mock their babysitter.

My first experience would be the best adventure of babysitting. Trust me, it never started too awesome. I was meant to enjoy my vacation at my cousin’s mid September. Since it was the end of the session, it was definitely going to be a long and amazing holiday for me.

The excitement of meeting my niece made the journey a lot brief. I remembered hurrying off the bus just to catch the earliest cab home. Tha’ was nothing compared to cuddling my soon to be baby.

On arrival, my cousin was excited, like too excited. I guess the thought of having a new roommate at home cheered her, and because her babysitter just left made it a lot easier meeting a replica.

I never knew I was about launching into the most demanding job ever. That same day, after I relieved myself my luggages, I freshened up and minutes later, my second cousin was around too, with her baby. The house was gradually becoming the unbecoming.

In a bid to surprise me, my cousins left for the mall, leaving their babies with me. Tha’ was the biggest mistake they made. My thought was like- ”These guys? For crying out loud, I’m the third child of three in my house. How on God’s green earth do you want me to fix this?”.

Boom! The babies couldn’t find their moms and as it’s expected, they started crying. Now, you don’t want to ask me of their ages_ they were 6 months and 10 months respectively. I was so confused and did all I could just to make things easier. Nope! it only grew worse.

I gathered their hometoys- Leggos and all, uhn-uhn; they won’t stop screaming. I suddenly became a mother of twins, and whatever melody came to my head, I sang. These babies were so annoying, they wouldn’t just give up. I hated cry babies, like “wt* is this?” I couldn’t can anymore. So, gently I placed both of them on a cot, waiting for my cousins arrival.

Moments later, the moms where home and annoyingly all they could do was laugh at me. I was like, “seriously, is tha’ all you two would do?”. I was beginning to think, what they did was deliberate, on the contrary it wasn’t.

Luckily, their visit to the mall brought me some goodies. My favourite chocolate bars, raspberry drink and biscuits, made my ordeal a little relieving. Days passed into weeks, and everyday was fun. I was beginning to enjoy my vacation and trust me, there was nothing compared to being an aunt. Most times, I went out, visited the mall with my cousin and had a top-notch treatment everywhere.

Then the unimaginable happened one day. My cousin had just left me with her baby to go to the market. She left her baby sleeping and I was happy watching my favourite channel on TV. I unexpectedly heard a mild cry gradually turn so loud; “Christ! Chrissy’s up”. I summoned the courage, went to her room, tried lifting her off her cot and guess what? She smells like….sh**. To think, I was gon’ change her diapers? Oh No! It’s ain’t happening; nah! Not now, not ever either.

I laid her back to bed, wanting to call my cousin to come early and clean her baby up. I started feeling so guilty doing what I just did and what I was planning to do next. I felt pity watching my niece cry cause she was in discomfort. I didn’t know what to do, maybe I did, but I was too careful not to. It was my worst nightmare ever.

Now, I was left with two options- watch Chrissy cry or see her smile. It looked so difficult, honestly; I’d never done this all my life. Why now? Okayyyy, I reached for her pack, picked a diaper and carried her. Then I remembered, my nose had to be covered. I can’t stand the smell of her poo. Nope! I need a nose cover. Next was her clothes; I gently pulled it off, and her messy pampers? Ewww, I removed it. After much struggle, I noticed I was sweating; “Lord knows, I tried”. Her clean-up tissue made it a lot easier, I washed up and seconds later I was done.

“Did I just clean someone’s poo up?”. Yh, I just did. My cousin was so proud of me when she came, and though I wasn’t so perfect in folding the messed up diaper, she taught me how to fix other stuff when next she wasn’t around. I was so proud of myself. Soon, I’d gotten over the fear of being alone with a baby in the house.

I realized how awesome and exciting it was taking care of babies. Although I’m still in my teens, the adventures in babysitting is one of the most amazing experience for me. Watching kids display all kinds of drama and the joy that comes with learning, tendering and giving these cute ones attention inspires me.

It applys to us too as social workers, students and whatever job it is we’re into. Most times we are faced with challenges we think we can’t surmount, and ultimately, we are the makers of these. Everywhere we turn to, gives us daring opportunities to launch and make something good out of these saucer-eyed fuss who won’t stop questioning our audacity and guts.

It takes decision, courage and determination to be able to do something you or anyone else think you can’t do, and you know what, that’s the best feeling ever. Oh yeah, cause, you get to reveal your resilience, whether consciously or otherwise.

When you finally find something else to show them, they’d have nothing to say anymore, and even if the “beholders” won’t keep mute, the only thing left to say is; “We never knew you could”. Now, with confidence you turn around and in one word you tell them; “I guess I dissapointed you, because I just did it”.

It takes a lot of Faith; the belief you have within, and a deliberate effort to finally bring your worries down and turn your crises to opportunities. When you find out how, acting on it would be very much easier.
It’s been three years now, and when I remember how it all started, I laugh at my coward self back then. It couldn’t have been more beautiful, if I never tried what I thought I couldn’t do.

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Talents: Holding Back In Fear Or Building On Them?



My name is Stephen Umezurike and this is the story of how I went passed my fears, believing that I can be better. Today when i see how well I’ve grown as a singer and how good and different I sound, I believe that indeed growth is an achievable feat.

I had a rocky start as a singer, there were days where I felt like I didn’t have any talent and couldn’t sing. I was a great child singer and I remember getting a lot of candy and stick sweets singing Benita’s “Osemudiame”.

However as I grew older, it just seemed as though I didn’t know anything at all. I joined the choir and struggled with choristers who didn’t know how to hold a part and kept colliding with yours and making rehearsal unbearable; singers will understand me.

Anyway, I was a fast learner and grabbed parts very quickly unlike other people but I had a problem; my confidence!!

I remember being asked to shut up and keep quiet one rehearsal day and worst of all, my Pastor shouted when he heard an off key I sang backing up one Sunday.

That experience killed me and I remember it made me become a master at giving excuses almost anytime I was asked to sing a song, lead a solo or even backup.
I would go late for rehearsals, lie that I had a running stomach or that I was stooling.

But somehow, I never stopped getting solos or opportunities to lead a choir piece or even back up, it was as though they were seeing a potential in me that I wasn’t.

What exactly was my problem? Confidence? fear? what people will say? I was often afraid, I didn’t want to flop or murder the song, I didn’t want to disappoint anyone.

Unknowing to me that I was doing myself a great disservice. I was emptying my confidence tank, I was losing my essence and I was dependent on people’s praises.

Now, I’ve learnt to be willing to make mistakes, to be confident and yet be humble no matter what, to sing that off key because I can learn to be on key, that growth is possible and progressive and that just as people see your potentials, the first and most important person who needs to see it is you.

I’ve learnt today to appreciate everyone’s uniqueness, everyone’s capabilities but more especially I’ve learnt to appreciate my uniqueness and my capabilities; my gift is what distinguishes me from the next person and I don’t need anyone’s affirmation to know that I am valuable.

So please, don’t be held back by anything, keep growing, keep learning and don’t stop believing in what God has deposited in You.

I just pray my choir master and pastor don’t read this post, they’ll finish me for all those lies I told. I AM SORRY.

Hahahahaha 😅😅😅😅

Have a blessed week.

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3 Stunning Questions You Need To Ask Yourself In Life.



Human being feelings are naturally erratic and can be swayed by anything either by force or by choice, there are some times in life that we will be confused about who we truly are, occasionally we’d get lost and live a life a false life but later get back on track, most of the times, it will be late to get back to who we truly are, 10% may actually be able to go back and strengthen their life but not everyone will have that privilege. Whenever you feel troubled or confused these are the question you need to ask your self.

Are you happy?:

As tricky as this question sounds, it needs proficient and thorough thinking, also the observation of your daily life, it might really sound somehow, but have you truly look at yourself and smiled? Your family and your surroundings does it makes you happy? Sometimes you’d think you are happy because you are adapted to your current life so much you couldn’t identify forced happiness from a genuine one, sometimes it might just be you confusing yourself that you are happy, where as you aren’t, everyone have only one life to live, and it’s really essential for you to be happy, being alive without “happiness” is like living in a dungeon with no spark of light.

Are you living the life of your choice?:

This is also another odd question that should ask yourself at a particular time in life, so many people have succumbed to parental bully, societal critics, and peer pressure that they are lost and they have no hope to return of which resulted in living a life pirated by another.

The way you want to live your life shouldn’t be sculptured by another, for one important reason “It is your life” and you should have full responsibility for it, as long as you ain’t retard or having mental issues. Your parent, friends, and spouse can only give their suggestions, it’s your sole choice whether to accept it or not, some people decision and suggestion might affect your life positively and the other way round, but if you use that opinion without thinking about the pros and cons, trust me if the opinion eventually went awry you’d blame the person that gave you the opinion first before blaming yourself, which is why you need to think to be responsible to yourself whether is gain or loss.

If you die presently, will you have regrets?:

Awwn, this sounds like some old shits!, yeah I know, Don’t worry you won’t die any time soon, but dearest, are you truly living a life with no regret? If you actually die this minute, will you honestly have no regret? Those life decisions you make will you really not regret it? The matters you left unattended to? The people you made oath never to talk to? The books you left unopened? Dreams you haven’t achieved? Will you truly not regret it?

I will always stand with the fact that ”live your daily life as if it’s your last” live your life as if you are gonna die the next day, you want something? Go and get it!, someone offend you? Tell the person and get that sh*t of your mind, You have a secret fantasy? Indulge in it!, this is not being wild or willful. This is you living your life the way you want, the way that makes you happy, there’s no point in living if you restricted yourself to some things, that’s like imprisoning yourself. someone once said to me ”everything in life is chaperoned by choice, you can either die to live or live to die” at first I couldn’t grasp it until recently, that what he meant was that you can either choose to live your life pathetically and wrongful to the extends that can’t be considered as living, that’s you dying to live, and you can also choose to live your life enjoyably, and vitally while patiently waiting for death.

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“You Are Not Fine. I Want To Date A Guy As Cute As Omarion” – Facebook Influencer Shares An Epic Story Of How He Met His Lover (See Funny Reactions)



Many have actually wondered how Olumide Lawrence Odeyemi, a popular Facebook Influencer popularly known as GLOWVILLE got to meet his lover after a famous love story, remember the gist actually made waves in 2018 featuring on top blogs in Nigeria, Blogger proposes to girlfriend at same spot they met 5 years ago, it also got featured on Linda Ikeji’s blog then.

According to our source, he actually dropped a story of his life experience with ladies and how he eventually came to meet his lover, he shared it via his Facebook post earlier yesterday and it has actually attracted lots of funny reactions from his fans.

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Many of those who didn’t know me in 2016 have been asking how I met Dammy. Today, I decided to share our story one more time, hoping I won’t have to answer this question until 2024. 

Enjoy. 


I have always liked girls from a very young age. Call me ashawo, na you sabi. I enjoy their company and would always love to be seen with a beautiful chic. I had them aplenty right from my primary school days and never let them rest, my classmate Yemi Hayjaycity can testify to this. 

My fascination for fine girls grew so strong that I wrote my first love letter in Primary 5, but I never got to deliver it because my father found the letter in my pocket. The intended recipient of that letter never got to know about my feelings, neither did she know how I wished the ground would swallow me up when my father read the content of my well written love letter back to my hearing, laughing at every sentence that tickled him and asking me several rhetorical questions. I suffered for love sha , but that was just the beginning.

That embarrassing experience did not humble me, I continued chasing after girls. From my common entrance examination to my first Secondary School (Oshodi High School), I was lord among ‘oshomos’.

I got my confidence from believing that I was cute and any girl would love to be with me, coupled with the fact that I could talk my way into any situation and out of it. Well, it worked for me in more than 90% of the cases until I finished secondary school and went back home for IJMB preparations.

I got one babe’s contact through a friend, and we got talking. In those days, MTN XtraCool was the rave. I would sacrifice my food money during the day and sound sleep at night to speak with Tayo (Not her real name).

For over three months, we never saw physically, our friendship existed on phone; midnight calling. It was going as planned, she was falling, and I was grinning every night. The time came to ask her to be my girlfriend and she said we had to see each other before she would give an answer.

So, I got into my clothes the next day and marched straight to the address she sent to me. It was quite a distance from where I lived, but I climbed several mountains and swam through seas to get to my destination, all for love. 

I knocked on her gate and called her to come see me; her prince charming 

She came out to behold the glory of my face and I watched as a smile slowly disappeared from her face. It never returned!

She didn’t even let me enter into her compound. She rather wanted to talk outside, but I didn’t mind. I knew something was amiss, but I couldn’t place my hands on it. Was it my choice of outfit? Could it be the way I styled my hair? Was it about my cheap cologne? I had several questions in my head, but I managed to look unruffled.

Soon enough, it was time for me to leave, and she chose to walk me back to the nearest bus stop. So, I felt that was the right opportunity to ask what next.

“Now that you have seen me, what will your answer be?” I asked.

“I can’t date you” she replied curtly.

“But why?” I retorted, shocked.

“You are not fine. I want to date a guy as cute as Omarion” she responded with a smile for the first time in our conversation, without looking at me.

Silence was the case after then, till I got back home.

From that day, I started looking at the mirror consistently until I convinced myself that I was ugly.

Those words never left my head. I approached other girls after then, but it was with caution. I was scared someone else would say the same thing to me, and yes, a couple of them did. 

Some of them did it to make it look like they were joking. Others just gossiped about it, and I was opportune to hear. All these cemented the belief in me that I was not good looking, and thus did not deserve any beautiful girl no matter how much I tried. So, I stopped caring about my looks, being fashionable or anything fanciful.

Even when I ‘got lucky’ to be with some girls after then, I always adored them with the mindset that they did me a favour by agreeing to go out with me despite my ‘worworness’. But that was not enough to keep us together for long. We still broke up laslas.

Some of my female friends and colleagues also contributed subconsciously to compounding my damaged esteem. They would prefer to relate more with the cuter guys in our circle and just treat the rest of us (me) with friendly courtesy. This forced me to accept that fate. There was even a case of a guy whom I asked to help talk to a girl. The girl fell for him instead; it was that bad! 藍藍

This particular incidence got to me, so I started trying a few things my small brain could muster in order to look fine, but nothing happened. I even hung out with cute guys at some point, hoping it would rub off. That didn’t work. I later switched to befriending not so cute guys, so I don’t look like the odd one out, but they even had better luck with babes than me. Hard life! 

I graduated from OAU with that mentality and kept believing that I am ugly.

Much later, I became friends with another girl during the long wait for National Youth Service. I hoped she would be my girlfriend, but I soon realized I was not the only one on her case. I decided to give it my all, and get her. But despite everything, she opted for another guy that was not even so finer than me o  O dun mi gan!

I cried ehn…chai. If I didn’t know better, I would have said that was my first heartbreak. But I cried till I took ill. That was the lowest I had come since the Omarion incidence. I gave up on love totally, and finally opened my arms to fully embrace the fact that I did not deserve to be with any babe in this life. 藍

But God had other plans.

While nursing that heartbreak, my friend who had come to console me gave me a girl’s BBM pin, suggesting that she should be my rebound. Emi? Rebound? I never even manage to get one real GF, you dey tell me about rebound? Who me? Who form me? 藍

I sha agreed. After all, he that is down need fear no fall.

When I saw the girl’s picture, I saw that the girl was too beautiful for me. It was obvious that I would only be chasing shadows with her. But I needed to hold on to anything to get out of my mess, so I gave it a shot, just to have some new drama going on in my life.

We became friends on BBM. It took me a while to send her my picture, but I did after convincing myself that the worst that could happen was that she would delete me. To my surprise, she didn’t seem to be shocked by my worwority. 

I sent another and another, and it soon became a habit to send her pictures every other day. My confidence was gradually coming back. It felt surreal that someone actually didn’t tell me I’m ugly. Wow! See God! 

After 8 months of being BBM friends, we decided to see.

Memories of Tayo and Omarion kept haunting me for weeks. I was scared to my bones, but I eventually made the journey to her place.

I waited at the junction. She arrived. We saw. Nothing evil happened! God, na me be this??? I pinched myself a few times to wake up from the dream, turned out it was real.

She was more beautiful in person, but I still didn’t know what she had in mind about me. We went to her house, I met her folks and she made me settle down.

After staring in my face for a few minutes…

“You are cute, very cute” she whispered to me.

She was the first person to say that to me in years and it took me three days to believe. I kept looking at the mirror again, trying to see what she saw that Tayo didn’t see.

And yea, I found it!

I got my confidence back through the same medium I lost it; standing in front of a mirror.

I have Dammy to thank for that and I am deeply grateful. 珞

Really, no one is ugly; time and chance happens to us all.

Help people’s esteem, don’t destroy it.

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