Serendipity
Poignancy
Sepia toned memories
So much to think and ponder on.... and to smile about... and to frown about.... and to wonder the if, the why, or otherwise...
Hello peeps!
How you guys been? and your crews? Mine are great... bigger and more demanding, but great...
Biz is comsi comsa.... the economy truly is not kind to SMEs right now... and most blue chip customers are cutting back on cost so much we cant even see what value they add.
We did start up a new eatery though, and the response has been wonderful... Nigerians love food, Confirmed!
Biz school didn't say anything about negative cash flows o!! kai!!, what a wicked world it is.... imagine being owed far more than you owe others? Yet, your debtor acknowledges their debt to you and ask you to provide more of the same product/service for which you haven't been paid.
catch 22 indeed.... you scramble for money where you can find it to keep that operation running... till you start to think like a banker. What if you had taken a loan from the bank or loan shark to fund this? whatever margins on the cost of work have been wiped out by corporate Nigeria's nasty culture of owing vendors for months on end... 2nd quarter of 2013, you're still agitating for payment for 4th quarter of 2012!
na wa o... who send me?
Very frustrating when you cant meet up to simple bills you wouldn't even have given more than 5 mins attention before.... simply because, you don't have the cash. All free cash is sunk into running your contractual obligations. Sucking the cash producing part of the biz dry in the hope of making profit on the other when the client eventually pays.
Who the hell am I fooling but myself? is it worth the stress of worrying about making the monthly salary bills in excess of N1m? or the constant juggling of cash in accounts so supplier cheques wont bounce? Is the thought of 21 people out of a job if I pull out and to lick my financial wound enough to keep me in this crazy situation? Yeah, its good to be able to provide employment but if I have to struggle to put my own kid's school fees together just for that employment to exist..... is it really worth it?
My brother thinks I worry too much.... he doesn't seem to understand that I have never.... ever, for once ever had an issue with meeting certain obligations such as school fees, salaries, etc. he is much older and says this is all part of the natural biz cycle, but what if he's wrong? Can I really afford to jeopardize my family's needs just because I want to run a particular type of biz? and put a performing biz under duress to boot! nah... I no do again.
Time then, to write them a love letter telling them to fuck off.... good thing I haven't signed the contract renewal doc they sent to me last week...
I'm even going off sex sef.... that is a shock even to me.... my doc says its all mental/psychological... that I am not settled enough to enjoy it so I just shut down that part of my brain..... I really and truly hope he's right. Cos I don't understand why I cant be bothered with getting s shag...
So many changes since I was last here....
We parted ways,...or rather I elected to keep my distance. She did something that shook me to my core.... and I thought, if she can do this for such a minor issue, then I better not risk anything beyond this..... still surprised though, even after all this time.... never saw her like being one to do such.... Its all good sha.
My 22 year old nephew is getting married... what do I tell him? I think he's rushing it but he's a graduate and has a good job... so wetin I go talk?
Work calls... as usual.
see you guys soon
Apr 22, 2013
Dec 13, 2010
Moving on...
Def a nice dress...
I have a need....
to be me and nothing but me... to see and say things without a 2nd thought. To be able to hear a sentence and not have to analyse it from 8 different dimensions...
and to be understood when I say things... without having to justify
You cant tell just how difficult it is to get this simple wish to come true....
Amost a year!
My last post was in January?? na wa o!
how have you all been? I want to believe we all managed to keep our heads above water these turbulent, crises ridden, life changing times of the past 11 months?
I have certainly changed, no doubt about that. Learnt a lot about myself, and my ability to deal with stress and change... which sadly, isnt as great as I thought it was.
I also learnt that I worry too much about things... and that I expect too much from people. The most common acccusation this year against me is that standards to which I hold people to are too high. I have no apologies for that.
If you want to do something, especially if you're getting paid for it.. then quit complaining and telling stories and deliver the goods as agreed! Abi no be so ee suppose be?
I try not to get involved in talk about Nigerian politics and state of affairs because I realised we just sit and bitch about things without being ready to lift a finger to change anything. That is what the ravenous wolves (read politicians and associates) take advantage of... our population of supine lambs bleating piteously and doing nothing to stand firm against the scourge while being repeatedly raped, pillaged, plundered and generally shagged mentally/psychologically/emotionally/physically!!
Anyways... how did I digress into that... my businesses are up and running, the transition from employee to employer has been tupsy-turvy to say the least. Satisfying though tough.
The business world is colder than a witch's tit believe me... no be for small minded or feeble people. Everyone is out to get their pound of flesh, even though they didnt put any effort into producing it. Customers and staff alike.
My plans for 2011 are in advanced stages of implementation now and I look forward to the new year with some anticipation. Family life, business, love, sex, me-time, etc... all will get a boost!
I met some amazing people this year.... saw some amazing things... heard some amazing words.. did some amazing things... none so amazing as my new daughter... I'm thinking of adding amazing to her birth certificate..
Lifestyle changes... thought pattern changes, better personal discipline (much needed), and clear, unwavering focus on the goal is the way forward for any serious young man (yes! 41 is young na?)
Here's to all of you my great and good friends... a very merry Christmas is wished you and a most prosperous new year ahead!
how have you all been? I want to believe we all managed to keep our heads above water these turbulent, crises ridden, life changing times of the past 11 months?
I have certainly changed, no doubt about that. Learnt a lot about myself, and my ability to deal with stress and change... which sadly, isnt as great as I thought it was.
I also learnt that I worry too much about things... and that I expect too much from people. The most common acccusation this year against me is that standards to which I hold people to are too high. I have no apologies for that.
If you want to do something, especially if you're getting paid for it.. then quit complaining and telling stories and deliver the goods as agreed! Abi no be so ee suppose be?
I try not to get involved in talk about Nigerian politics and state of affairs because I realised we just sit and bitch about things without being ready to lift a finger to change anything. That is what the ravenous wolves (read politicians and associates) take advantage of... our population of supine lambs bleating piteously and doing nothing to stand firm against the scourge while being repeatedly raped, pillaged, plundered and generally shagged mentally/psychologically/emotionally/physically!!
Anyways... how did I digress into that... my businesses are up and running, the transition from employee to employer has been tupsy-turvy to say the least. Satisfying though tough.
The business world is colder than a witch's tit believe me... no be for small minded or feeble people. Everyone is out to get their pound of flesh, even though they didnt put any effort into producing it. Customers and staff alike.
My plans for 2011 are in advanced stages of implementation now and I look forward to the new year with some anticipation. Family life, business, love, sex, me-time, etc... all will get a boost!
I met some amazing people this year.... saw some amazing things... heard some amazing words.. did some amazing things... none so amazing as my new daughter... I'm thinking of adding amazing to her birth certificate..
Lifestyle changes... thought pattern changes, better personal discipline (much needed), and clear, unwavering focus on the goal is the way forward for any serious young man (yes! 41 is young na?)
Here's to all of you my great and good friends... a very merry Christmas is wished you and a most prosperous new year ahead!
Jan 30, 2010
Joke, Work, Stufff...
After much debate in d world over which nation could shag the most. An international fucking contest was arranged. countries conducted regional and national contests to identify their flag bearers.
All the finalists showed up at the international contest, held in a 10 storey hotel building in Singapore. Each floor had 5 of the sweetest and most sexually capable women known to mankind. The objective of each contestant was to satisfy all the women on each floor and proceed to the next till he couldn't perform anymore.
With much excitement, various contestants entered the siren's lair and tried their manful best. Some got as high as the 6th floor (Russia, Congo, Holland), some 5th (USA, China) and so on. No one passed the 6th floor. When it came to the Nigerian’s turn. Shege timpolo he was named. Dressed in khaki boxers and holding 2 bottled of odeku, which he downed b4 proceeding to his challenge.
The lift indicator went up.. Past d 5th, 6th, 7th floors... The watching crowd roared in astonishment, then fell silent as the lift indicator kept moving.. Up to the 8th, 9th, then 10th floors. Shocked silence turned to concern as after 30mins, the Nigerian entrant had not reappeared. Medical staff ran into the hotel and started checking the women on all the floors.
All were found unconscious and in various stages of ravished except 1 on the 10th floor who managed to stir when shaken, and who pointed a shaky finger at a door when asked where shege timpolo was. It turns out its the door to a toilet, and the Nigerian man was in there.. Wanking.
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Work has been really hectic in the past 2 weeks, being self-employed I suppose that's a good thing. Its been a revealing time to me however, that I'm not the super efficient, super organised guy that I always thought I was. All this is cause I have had to work from a mobile office. i.e. my printer, laptop, letterheads, hard drives, etc all travel with me in the car. I have a major building renovation project undergoing, where I spend a lot of time.
Other clients call for quotes and position on other issues. I have proposals and relationship letters to write and send. All these would have been a breeze for me sitting in an office. Just like in school when I could'nt read except in near total silence, I just discovered that a lack of my own private, office space with some serenity kills my work mojo.
This is not an excuse I would accept from any of my staff for tardiness of work.. so what am I gonna do? I'm reduced to working from about 4am in my office at home in order to get the emails and other correspondence sorted before I wear the hard-hat and go to site. Thus I find myself falling asleep by 8-9pm cause I'm so tired when i get home..
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She came to visit me recently... I can still smell her subtle scent in my car... still lovely, still yummy.. Knowing her has been such an incredibly fanscinating experience. I cant but help wonder what if we met 10yrs ago?
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Meanwhile, I need to interview for some staff positions next week. Front desk, driver, office assistant, storekeeper. Any suggestions of interview questions? I'm a bit rusty.
All the finalists showed up at the international contest, held in a 10 storey hotel building in Singapore. Each floor had 5 of the sweetest and most sexually capable women known to mankind. The objective of each contestant was to satisfy all the women on each floor and proceed to the next till he couldn't perform anymore.
With much excitement, various contestants entered the siren's lair and tried their manful best. Some got as high as the 6th floor (Russia, Congo, Holland), some 5th (USA, China) and so on. No one passed the 6th floor. When it came to the Nigerian’s turn. Shege timpolo he was named. Dressed in khaki boxers and holding 2 bottled of odeku, which he downed b4 proceeding to his challenge.
The lift indicator went up.. Past d 5th, 6th, 7th floors... The watching crowd roared in astonishment, then fell silent as the lift indicator kept moving.. Up to the 8th, 9th, then 10th floors. Shocked silence turned to concern as after 30mins, the Nigerian entrant had not reappeared. Medical staff ran into the hotel and started checking the women on all the floors.
All were found unconscious and in various stages of ravished except 1 on the 10th floor who managed to stir when shaken, and who pointed a shaky finger at a door when asked where shege timpolo was. It turns out its the door to a toilet, and the Nigerian man was in there.. Wanking.
....................................................................................................................................................................
Work has been really hectic in the past 2 weeks, being self-employed I suppose that's a good thing. Its been a revealing time to me however, that I'm not the super efficient, super organised guy that I always thought I was. All this is cause I have had to work from a mobile office. i.e. my printer, laptop, letterheads, hard drives, etc all travel with me in the car. I have a major building renovation project undergoing, where I spend a lot of time.
Other clients call for quotes and position on other issues. I have proposals and relationship letters to write and send. All these would have been a breeze for me sitting in an office. Just like in school when I could'nt read except in near total silence, I just discovered that a lack of my own private, office space with some serenity kills my work mojo.
This is not an excuse I would accept from any of my staff for tardiness of work.. so what am I gonna do? I'm reduced to working from about 4am in my office at home in order to get the emails and other correspondence sorted before I wear the hard-hat and go to site. Thus I find myself falling asleep by 8-9pm cause I'm so tired when i get home..
....................................................................................................................................................................
She came to visit me recently... I can still smell her subtle scent in my car... still lovely, still yummy.. Knowing her has been such an incredibly fanscinating experience. I cant but help wonder what if we met 10yrs ago?
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Meanwhile, I need to interview for some staff positions next week. Front desk, driver, office assistant, storekeeper. Any suggestions of interview questions? I'm a bit rusty.
Jan 6, 2010
Road trip...
Do you realise how much fun has been taken out of our lives by the existing terrible state of our roads and insecurity? I was in a discussion about long road trips, night buses, etc. recently and realised I hadnt taken a road trip longer than 3hrs in the past 10yrs, and none at all to the south or east...
Back in school, long road trips were the order of the day... for some of us, not becuase we couldnt afford air tickets but because we would not miss out on the fun of the adventure. I took several 12-16hr road trips from the north to lagos in my school days, always in a group of friends/co-students and fun all the way.
The roads were mostly in good shape, and we didnt even have a thot for robbers or their likes.
I recall with some fondness, a particular trip... my 1st and only road trip in a big (aka 'luxurious') bus.. also a night trip. It was in my 2nd year and I had been quite curious and a bit jealous of the tales of revelry accompanying these trips. In year 1, my ajebota self was always sent to school with a return air-ticket and it didnt even occur to me that I could sell the ticket and have some fun.
By year 2 though, I was more streetwise and had many more friends in school... So I sold off my air-ticket during 1 end of semester to provide enough cash for 3 bus tickets in order to help a couple of friends who were so broke that getting home was an issue. I turned up at the bus park at the appointed time of about 6pm and my lack of experience showed right away! All I had were my bags and clothes I had on, my fellow travellers had extra jackets, pillows and blankets because the night journeys from the north tended to get chilly.
We arrived early cos we wanted to get good seats and ended up with the last 2 rows of seats. There were about 8 of us in our group, though there were some other students in the bus too. One of the 5 girls in our group was girlfriend to a friend of mine who had graduated the previous session. We had a casual, friendly acquiantance... saying hello whenever we bumped into each other, nothing more... and I never gave her a 2nd look or thot.
This wasnt because she wasnt pretty or attractive, in fact, she very much was, but she was spoken for, and by a friend. Anyways, there were 2 couples in our group and the seating arrangment kind of evened out in such a way that I ended up sitting beside this lady in the very last row of seats in the bus. She had the window seat and I was next to her. The bus moved from the motor park at about 8pm and we settled down for a long journey which we had fortified ourselves with by buying bottles of water and soft drinks, biscuits, spirits, sweets, suya, etc.
The bus had 2 scheduled stops, the 1st was 2hrs from the start of the journey in another town's motor park.. where we got down to stretch our legs, smoke and gist for the hour or so that the bus stayed to pick up more goods and passengers. The next and only stop before Lagos was 9hours away.. when we got back in the bus, the night was already getting cold and we were already sharing our brandy amongts ourselves in a vain effort to keep warm. As the night wore on, the bus got quiet as people slept. I had taken a jacket off my seat partner who also had a jacket, blanket and pillow so I wasnt so cold.
Sometime during the long, dark night, she complained that the glass of the window was cold and moved her head to my side, nestled up against my shoulder, threw her blanket to also cover my legs and chest, and proceeded to continue her doze. I couldnt sleep, because of my 1st night road experience or just too hyper, I dont know... so I kept sipping brandy and counting the miles go by.. very much aware of the warm, soft female body snuggled against me and smelling so nice.
I actually dont know what gave me the courage or even intent, but I moved my right arm to ease some cramp and laid it across her back... and started to stroke her back through her sweater. She adjusted her body and moved a bit closer, and my hand fell on the soft side of her breast pressing from the side. I left it there for a
while and she didnt complain, so I started to stroke and press it lightly.
After a while, her own arm came creeping up my tummy and chest, stroking lightly too and encouraged, i moved my hand to fully cup her breast through her sweater to find that she had no bra on... and a very stiff nipple, which i stroked and tweaked. She started moving under my touch, and her own hand got under my shirt looking for my nipples too. I followed suit and soon my hand was in full skin contact under her sweater, moving from breast to breast, tummy, side, back.. everywhere. By this time, I was nuzzling her head and hair where it was nested against my shoulder, kissing her forehead, licking her ear... and thrilling at the trembling I felt as she responded to my attentions.
I was throbbing hard by now and she knew it... her hand had brushed over the hard bulge a few times in her wandering up n down my torso. I adjusted byself and her to better accomodate both of us and ended up with her head on my tummy, which she started licking and kissing and my hand with further reach up to her soft bum and hips. My other hand was now also in the mix, caressing her neck and boobs from the front. I slipped my far hand into her jeans and worked it into her pubes.. stroking the hair, tho I didnt have enough reach to slide in without making anything obvious to people around us. I just played wit d top of her clit wen i could stretch far enough.
She had pulled the blanket up to my chest and her head under it... unzipped and unbuckled my belt, and released my hardon from its prison. She slowly and very quietly licked and sucked me for quite a long while till i came in her mouth. All my thick cum juice was swallowed up, no drop escaping. I dont know how i managed to keep quiet all this while. I had free access to all her upper body but she resisted when I tried to slide a finger into her, whispering in my ear that she didnt have d same control I did not to make any noise, and that she would prefer a more comfortable situation for her to fully enjoy me inside her.
We spent the rest of the trip until it started getting light cuddled up together, playing with each other. She got me hard and sucked me off once more, then we made ourselves presentable. She told me she wasnt going to see me or anything during our holiday in Lagos but that back in school, we could hook up to explore the rest of what we started in the bus. Needless to say that the next 2 semesters in school with her were pretty exciting till she graduated and left...
School days.... sigh! :-)
Back in school, long road trips were the order of the day... for some of us, not becuase we couldnt afford air tickets but because we would not miss out on the fun of the adventure. I took several 12-16hr road trips from the north to lagos in my school days, always in a group of friends/co-students and fun all the way.
The roads were mostly in good shape, and we didnt even have a thot for robbers or their likes.
I recall with some fondness, a particular trip... my 1st and only road trip in a big (aka 'luxurious') bus.. also a night trip. It was in my 2nd year and I had been quite curious and a bit jealous of the tales of revelry accompanying these trips. In year 1, my ajebota self was always sent to school with a return air-ticket and it didnt even occur to me that I could sell the ticket and have some fun.
By year 2 though, I was more streetwise and had many more friends in school... So I sold off my air-ticket during 1 end of semester to provide enough cash for 3 bus tickets in order to help a couple of friends who were so broke that getting home was an issue. I turned up at the bus park at the appointed time of about 6pm and my lack of experience showed right away! All I had were my bags and clothes I had on, my fellow travellers had extra jackets, pillows and blankets because the night journeys from the north tended to get chilly.
We arrived early cos we wanted to get good seats and ended up with the last 2 rows of seats. There were about 8 of us in our group, though there were some other students in the bus too. One of the 5 girls in our group was girlfriend to a friend of mine who had graduated the previous session. We had a casual, friendly acquiantance... saying hello whenever we bumped into each other, nothing more... and I never gave her a 2nd look or thot.
This wasnt because she wasnt pretty or attractive, in fact, she very much was, but she was spoken for, and by a friend. Anyways, there were 2 couples in our group and the seating arrangment kind of evened out in such a way that I ended up sitting beside this lady in the very last row of seats in the bus. She had the window seat and I was next to her. The bus moved from the motor park at about 8pm and we settled down for a long journey which we had fortified ourselves with by buying bottles of water and soft drinks, biscuits, spirits, sweets, suya, etc.
The bus had 2 scheduled stops, the 1st was 2hrs from the start of the journey in another town's motor park.. where we got down to stretch our legs, smoke and gist for the hour or so that the bus stayed to pick up more goods and passengers. The next and only stop before Lagos was 9hours away.. when we got back in the bus, the night was already getting cold and we were already sharing our brandy amongts ourselves in a vain effort to keep warm. As the night wore on, the bus got quiet as people slept. I had taken a jacket off my seat partner who also had a jacket, blanket and pillow so I wasnt so cold.
Sometime during the long, dark night, she complained that the glass of the window was cold and moved her head to my side, nestled up against my shoulder, threw her blanket to also cover my legs and chest, and proceeded to continue her doze. I couldnt sleep, because of my 1st night road experience or just too hyper, I dont know... so I kept sipping brandy and counting the miles go by.. very much aware of the warm, soft female body snuggled against me and smelling so nice.
I actually dont know what gave me the courage or even intent, but I moved my right arm to ease some cramp and laid it across her back... and started to stroke her back through her sweater. She adjusted her body and moved a bit closer, and my hand fell on the soft side of her breast pressing from the side. I left it there for a
while and she didnt complain, so I started to stroke and press it lightly.
After a while, her own arm came creeping up my tummy and chest, stroking lightly too and encouraged, i moved my hand to fully cup her breast through her sweater to find that she had no bra on... and a very stiff nipple, which i stroked and tweaked. She started moving under my touch, and her own hand got under my shirt looking for my nipples too. I followed suit and soon my hand was in full skin contact under her sweater, moving from breast to breast, tummy, side, back.. everywhere. By this time, I was nuzzling her head and hair where it was nested against my shoulder, kissing her forehead, licking her ear... and thrilling at the trembling I felt as she responded to my attentions.
I was throbbing hard by now and she knew it... her hand had brushed over the hard bulge a few times in her wandering up n down my torso. I adjusted byself and her to better accomodate both of us and ended up with her head on my tummy, which she started licking and kissing and my hand with further reach up to her soft bum and hips. My other hand was now also in the mix, caressing her neck and boobs from the front. I slipped my far hand into her jeans and worked it into her pubes.. stroking the hair, tho I didnt have enough reach to slide in without making anything obvious to people around us. I just played wit d top of her clit wen i could stretch far enough.
She had pulled the blanket up to my chest and her head under it... unzipped and unbuckled my belt, and released my hardon from its prison. She slowly and very quietly licked and sucked me for quite a long while till i came in her mouth. All my thick cum juice was swallowed up, no drop escaping. I dont know how i managed to keep quiet all this while. I had free access to all her upper body but she resisted when I tried to slide a finger into her, whispering in my ear that she didnt have d same control I did not to make any noise, and that she would prefer a more comfortable situation for her to fully enjoy me inside her.
We spent the rest of the trip until it started getting light cuddled up together, playing with each other. She got me hard and sucked me off once more, then we made ourselves presentable. She told me she wasnt going to see me or anything during our holiday in Lagos but that back in school, we could hook up to explore the rest of what we started in the bus. Needless to say that the next 2 semesters in school with her were pretty exciting till she graduated and left...
School days.... sigh! :-)
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