for a cause… and applause…

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Six a.m on my bed,

I check my phone, click on messages and notifications.

A ping comes in. “hey whatsup with you?” he says.

“Oh, im cool and you.”

“That’s nice,” he says. Doesn’t know the details, but knows im fine.

Your blog has been nominated in two categories you know?

“oh really?, where?”

on nigerian bloggers award.

FOR BEST WRITING BLOG AND BEST PERSONAL BLOG

Each day starts with blogging. More than writing posts, I read, like, comment. reply.

Sometimes, one comment, sometimes back and forth. It takes time for me and them.

I don’t click “like” unless I’ve read the post. And I”d rather go to their website to click. It raises their hits.

I’ll write a poem, post a quote, compose an essay. Then go to my files. find the right shot, upload that.

Not on a daily, trying not to overload my readers with too many posts.

I had no clue how much I’d enjoy a community of creatives. Writers, poets, artists, humorists, explorers of their inner and outer worlds.

Social media? Yes, but not like Facebook and not like Twitter.

Blogging is people taking the time to write or photograph or paint their lives, their loves, their passions.

It’s people finding others who share these lives, loves, passions.

Or, learning about lives different from their own. My own.

It’s richness in a smaller world. A world that will never be the same for me since I started my blog.

SO CLICK AND VOTE NOW, YOU ALL DESERVE IT AND GOT M’ADE HERE, THIS IS AIMED AT INCREASING INSIGHTS AND VIEWS OF OUR READERS!

Have a Wonderful Wednesday!!!

inspired by: largeself.

Meeting the(my) Dentist

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You know they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Right? Well yea!

Sunday night was hell, I kept myself distracted by pinging and tweeting(remember I said social network can be your best friend or worst enemy) just the way it has brought me to blogging, it was about to bring me cure.

A lot of my friends and followers sympathised with the way I related my threshold of pain in English, Gibberish, French, Science, Art and even Comedy. They probably thought I was joking until I asked @Giditraffic where i can get the best dentist. Let me rewind!

I started following @Giditraffic after he won the future awards and ever since he’s been of great help. He actually inspires me and sometimes I beef him (positive beefing sha). Back to the story.

Before I came back from the toilet, my mention was flooded with a lot of suggestion and links on how I can the best treatment. I was wowed with a “private dental clinic on Opebi and #LASUTH Ikeja”. It was a bit confusing as to who and whom to trust. I didn’t go with my heart nor my brain, my bank account chose for me. I decided to go with #LASUTH, since it is a government hospital and would definitely be cheaper. Good use of social network… Thank you @Giditraffic! Finding my way to #LASUTH on monday morning was challenge 1. I asked @Giditraffic again and yes, my mention was flooded. In about an hour, I was in #LASUTH nice and easy. The ride there was terrific but I was hopeful, no gallop or crazy conductor can ruin my day more than this ache in my ear, throat n gum.

I got to the Dental clinic’s reception but was denied any attention saying; I have to come before 8am to be attended to. Well, i didn’t know this beforehand and I can’t go all the way back to the island after missing work plus this pain?? No way! She just looked at me in a very disgusting way and walked out on me. I kept my cool and walked pass the dental rooms, making sure one of the doctors saw me, one finally caught my eye and I spoke immediately. “Sir, please I wasn’t well attended to and I need something to help me with my pain till tomorrow” I said with a teary eye. He smiled and promised it was going to be okay, asked me to get aspirin and come early the next day.

Of course, I fed my twitter fans (smiles and bats lashes) with my gist. I got several “get well soon” messages. I was feeling the attention 😀 at least it was distracting me from the pain.

Tuesday, 11th september, 2012 I rose up to defeat that woman that was beefing me because I kacked up to the hospital. No matter how sick I am, I look good (you know, Mr right might just be on the road), she should just deal with it. I got there in my jean and black top and my printed tuxedo jacket. Not minding her sad face, I got my appointment card and sat at the reception patiently waiting for my name/number to be called. Finally, after 3 hours of waiting and meeting a couple of people that I knew through the #ProjectIMMADE Campaign and few of my clients(I’m becoming popular o), I was at the doctor’s reception waiting for my turn. As usual, I had to protest some cheating that was going on, there and then someone else knew me; it was MIMs (olufemi) we’ve been virtual friends for a while. I didn’t even recognise him, I didn’t realise he was that young man. I have been eyeing the guy since I got to the doctor’s reception. Girls sha, someone I use to form for on twitter and bbm, I’ve been scoping him all morning (let’s hope he’s not reading this).

I got into the doctor’s room, sat on the dental chair, related all my issues with him, had them checked and was asked to take an X-ray. He insinuated that the upper flap would be cut and that I might have to undergo surgical extraction. Erm that is Dr Imade talking. He’s sweet, friendly, patient, loving, nice and all. The attributes you find in a doctor and a man. In about 2hrs of consultation and testing, we had talked about a lot of things including marriage. Well sadly, he was married. He got married in May 😦 .
After all the testings, he scheduled me for an emergency surgery the next day, 3pm on wednesday, 12th of september. I went in for the supposed surgery, I was relaxed and comfortable because I trusted my doctor, MIMs was there with me *winks*. I was supposed to go through the normal surgery, after been administered anaesthetic. But after 3 doses, I still was feeling pain in some parts of my mouth. Of course I don’t take alcohol or smoke but I just wasn’t responding. Dr Imade decided to give me one more dose and go in immediately, he promised not to do normal procedure because that would leave me out of work for 2weeks but will try some magic. To cut the long story short, his magic worked and I returned home. That night was the worst night ever. I thought my ear was going to explode but after two doses of Ibrophen and 5hours of grunting, I felt better. My gum is still sore, the stitch still hurts but its day 4 and I feel better already. Dr Imade still calls me twice a day to check up on me.

Moral of the story, I L♥√ع my doctor and the way he has handled his patients. If Doctors can be that nice, performing magic on patients would be a lot more magical. *wink wink*

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Lost art of conversation

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In behavior, culture, parenting, Technology, urban life, life, domestic life, family, children

At home, families sit together, texting and reading e-mail. At work executives text during board meetings. We text (and shop and go on Facebook) during classes and when we’re on dates…

We’ve become accustomed to a new way of being “alone together.” Technology-enabled, we are able to be with one another, and also elsewhere, connected to wherever we want to be. We want to customize our lives. We want to move in and out of where we are because the thing we value most is control over where we focus our attention. We have gotten used to the idea of being in a tribe of one, loyal to our own party.

One of the rituals I enjoy with my friends is the few moments i get to share with them when i leave work before heading to my house or the weekends just before we go out. This 30minutes physical conversation always bring life into what we share…

But sitting across the table from someone, sharing a glass of wine or cup of coffee, seems to have become an unimaginable luxury. How else can we ever get to know one another? New things happen everyday That take a lot of trust and courage. I don’t think most of us would want to share such intimacy only through a computer or phone screen.

I love road trips, 4-6 hours with my friends or family. You get a lot said, and the silences are companion-able and even when am travelling alone, i make new friends..

Recently, i threw a birthday party and for the first few hours there were only few people. Instead of meeting and networking, everyone was busy on the blackberry social media pinging, tweeting and facebooking. When did we finally lose the touch of meeting people and walking up to them. How many of your  contacts have you actually met or how many do we even call.

At a point i though it was the DJ but then, i realised it wasn’t because if you came with your friend and another with his girlfriend and they can’t take that time to connect or have a lovely conversation. Then truly conversation is lost. After i shuffled them and mixed people up, then conversation started, mostly like a reunion for some and a new meet for others.

Now, a guy sees a girl he likes and usually, he should walk up to her, all he does is ask for her pin or facebook name. Its getting more awkward by the day as we all focus and measure the amount of L♥√ع someone has for us by this social network aided by TECHNOLOGY forgetting that most people don’t remember you until facebook reminds them or there’s a mention on twitter and mostly updates on bbm.

I cannot stand a month virtual conversation without a meet, only exceptions of very long distances. And that’s when i can share my mobile number with you, so i can place a voice to that personality
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As you can see, conversation is my oxygen. I love meeting fun new people and hearing their stories.

Do you make time in your life now for face to face conversations?

With whom and how often?

If not, do you miss them?