Monday, 30 August 2010

Whats your BB pin?

Dare I say its the 'most common phrase' among Nigerian youths today?. You bump into a long time friend you haven't seen in 12 years and after exchanging pleasantries they ask for your blackberry PIN. As its now become standard procedure. Some even go as far as putting as a Facebook status. Which I translate to 'Me sef I don join dem get blackberry' or 'I want to accumulate the most number of friends on my contact list 'cause its a competition'. I guess a lot of people see the standard monthly payments of N5000/20 quid/$33 as a status thing.

The latest Avalanche of the blackberry or crackberry addiction as the case may be has probably put other phones out of the market. There are so many variations. I have seen 'Blueberries', 'blakberries', 'blackberys'.... oh and yes, they are all fake imitations of the Blackberry. Sometime last year, someone walked up to me and said can I see your 'blueberry'. I burst out laughing... I couldnt help it. The latest observation is there is hardly anyone I know or that I see on a regular basis who hasn't got a BB. It is almost sacriligious not to have one. I think its also almost a curse to have one these days.

Besides it's many technical wahala (problems), stiff trackball, consistent freezing,short battery life, insufficient memory space ..the list is endless, is doing great at putting me off the darn thing.
The constant PINGing is totally doing my head in. Nowadays even clients want your bloody pin. Can someone tell me why? Besides I think a contact list should be a close network of family and friends not any person who can afford a BB. Haba! Can someone bring back the days of going to an Internet cafe to use the Internet. Now we even have it on our phones....

Men don't even want to go through the normal process, they get your BB pin and its 'toasting galore' on the BB. I miss proper telephone conversations and reading paper notes, hearing sweet nothings as opposed to a string of sentences on your phone screen. I have a toaster who has barely spoken to me in months but is in constant touch with my BB. Friends rarely call. The BB has replaced it. I don't attach any importance or sentiment to BB messages cos I think it has no monetary value and as such doesn't count as keeping in touch *folds arms in defiance*

Towards the end of your monthly BB expiration plan your heart palpitates for fear of the unknown. Well.... I don tire. My BB plan expires in 35 minutes and I wont renew it today. I am folding my arms to see what will happen. Who will die?. Who wont call me as they cant PING me anymore. I will just wait and see....

M'je

Thursday, 26 August 2010

In loving memory.....

..... its exactly one year since my dad passed today and I kinda thought I would be in high spirits today but PHCN/NEPA (the power holding company of Nigeria) decides to go on strike so here I am feeling blue while the generator noise is doing my head in. Its so sad when one thinks of the deplorable state we are in. Anytime I say I wish we hadn't gained independence from the British, why do I get hateful looks.? 50 years on and we still don't have constant electricity! What a joke!

Anyway back to my dad (Cant taint his memory with talks about Nigeria now). Prior to his passing, I had not lost anyone that close to me,... I mean THAT close. The last year has been good and bad,....mostly good. I am sure he would be mighty proud of how much have grown. I for one has added another decade to my years overnight, started a business and now more family oriented and seriously considering the possibility of settling down. I am more cautious and more responsible I believe. I wont do stuff like jumping out of a plane because a lot of people worry about my well being and safety...

My dad was/is special one, even from birth. Orphaned at an early age.... he never knew his parents or saw a photograph of them. He didn't really have an extended family. He went on to have a 'clan' for a family. Yeah, he had at least 29 children and 58 grand-children. He knew all of us by name and we loved him dearly. Knowing how polygamous homes are, mine isnt different from any. We have our differences but we seem to have grown closer since he passed away. I have never seen kids so broken by their dad's passing. There is hardly a time we get together [and boy! we do get together...even if its for the free booze :-)] and not talk about him as we see a lot of his traits in ourselves. A few years ago, I hated sharing my dad with 28 others. I wanted him ALL to myself... but now it feels good sharing my grief with them as I know I am not alone.

Most of all, I am at peace with his passing. I told him all I needed to tell him before his death. I received his blessings, I cooked for him, we had a drinking session together, We share a sarcastic sense of humour, I hugged him, kissed him, I spent his last few hours with him in the hospital and most of all I told him what a great father he was. It doesn't get any better than that.

People say 'Time is a great healer', I know that. I cant help it but I miss him a lot and if I feel like crying all day while eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or cheese toasties, so be it!. Thinking about it.... I feel much much better already.

Hope you all are having a good day?

M'je

Monday, 9 August 2010

Financially Handsome!


Is money everything? What do women want?

....the last question on my lips before I went to bed last night. Of course, it isn't. Last night, I was opportuned to partake in one of the silliest, funniest, loudest and most importantly baseless arguments of all time...with my in-laws, uncles and older friends.

We dissected the situation of a friend of ours...who is well over 40 and is looking to get hitched and has fallen prey to gold-diggers in the past. She keeps getting her fingers burnt and the issue of if we were in the same situation would we not give the man money?. Then the arguement digressed to female breadwinners!

There were 3 women arguing for and against. Me- your very own Mamuje, Ms G- a successful single lady in her forties and my sister in law, who is also in her forties. We all argued 'against' giving men money. While the men argued 'for'...stressing there was nothing wrong. Going by the way the arguement was going, It made me believe one or two of the men would probably sponge off their women. Which in my opinion is distasteful. Some African men loooooove to wear the trousers.

1) These are the points I raised: I believe that if its a double income family. I work, He works. We contribute equal hours to our places of employment. Then its fair we both share the domestic chores.

2) If he is the sole bread/dough winner then I am more than happy to be domesticated and be his woman of leisure. My main focus would be keeping myself beautiful for him :-)

3) I also believe that if I am the bread winner then the man should be responsible for the domestic work! Shikena! No mago mago! No cutting corners!

The guys argued that ALL women need is a nice and caring man....blah...blah....blah...blah....I know there may be times when a man may lose his job or his limb...blah blah blah...or times may be hard....blah..blah...yeah we know..but after the trials...dust yourself up and get a job!

I personally don't think money is everything, but surely its makes most things possible + life comfortable, else we won't be striving for a better life. But I would consider my comfort first. And If I happen to fall in love with a man who barely has enough. Then It will be my duty to make him work harder to give us a better life. The whole idea of giving a man money...feeding him and giving him pocket money wont happen with me (I can barely support myself let alone a grown ass man). Ideally if the financially handsome man that I desire isnt forthcoming...(more often than not, I am in the habit of dating stingy aliens. Hopefully, moving forward, I will meet some normal humans.) then we will need to re-strategize.

And some very useless news: Oh...I saw what was meant to be my 'husband' a few days ago. Unfortunately, I divorced him before he proposed.

M'je