Mortified Sentiments- Jos

J-Town! I was so excited when my father asked me to represent him at a shareholders meeting in Jos. I got so hysterical, even though I knew that would put a dent on my weekend/Saturday in Abuja, I couldn’t wait to get to Jos regardless. I rocked on Friday night till 3 am, and then Saturday morning we headed out at 10am after the monthly sanitation was over.

It would have been more exciting if my Baptist High, Hill Crest and Calvinites were there sha! Good thing Tara Meeks decided to grace Hill Crest as a teacher, if not I would have seen no one.

All I really wanted to do was park and take pictures of places, places I thought would excite my dear friends from Jos, just so I make them feel home sick a lickle bit :-) but I was too busy to do that.

Everyone that flew in for the meeting couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful Jos used to be. I couldn’t add to that conversation because I knew nothing, but I could almost picture it. I have seen pictures of lovely Jos back in the days, and what I saw this time wasn’t pleasant to the eyes at all. It all just had this dusty and ashy look. Very sad!

Ás we drove out of Jos, my driver and I took it upon ourselves to count how many check-points we met on our way out of Jos (we forgot to count the ones we met inside Jos). We counted a total of 9 military check-points, with 3 police check-point. I’m pretty sure we are familiar with how these police men behave right? Yes, once they hear gunshots, they will seek a hiding place for their AK-47’s as well; that gun is pretty much an accessory for them. Very sad!

Apparently Sunday’s is when the sadists are ready to cause disturbance and bring terror to the peaceful J-Town, so we saw most cars being vigorously checked, opening of bags, etc. I wouldn’t blame this sort of action, if it will cause a reduction in crime rate, I am up for it. It’s just that it reminds me of the movie Hotel Rwanda. At this rate, what is going on in this country is probably worse than what went on n Rwanda.

Our only prayer is for things to change in this country. My suggestion (which is kind of silly) would be to outsource security if our own military and police men can’t do anything to protect us.
What are your suggestions? :-)

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Post Camp (Life as a corper)

So far Camp was fantastic, made new friends don’t even know where they are right now ☺ but once again, God showed me favor throughout! I love him. Getting into camp, leaving camp and at my primary assignment; its been my God all through.

God used someone who is special to me now to put me through and help ease the usual pain at camp, starting from registration up on till the very last day. He helped me with securing a better accommodation arrangement, and with getting the best out of the camp experience.

I made a new friend, she has a big heart and I love her. She was my partner in crime at camp! We actually got thrown into camp jail together! But now I don’t even get to see her- everyone has moved on with new friends. Funny how close we got within a few days.

Now, I find myself at NNPC doing my primary assignment. All I can say is God is good. We all know how corpers are being treated right? All we do is dispatch and run errands for some retarded f*^ks ☺. I wont say it was just a coincidence, I would continue to call this “Favor”, because that’s what it is. Some how I am finally doing ‘Actual work’. It feels very good and I feel blessed for that.


So far so good, except for the irritable secretary that acts like she hasn’t been getting any, and ends up pouring all her frustration on VISITORS! Yes you heard right! Visitors! People don’t understand that you might and will need that person to help you out at some point in life! “Be nice to everyone you encounter” has been my motto.

Nigeria is so backwards in the aspect of business manners and how to communicate in an office environment- customer service in general. With that being said, something has and will be done. Watch this space………

About the men ☺ ☺ ☺ I know! I am a magnet! Lol lol! Don’t mind my confidence. I was able to make a decision, and pray I made the right decision. Shall see where and how that goes. But what is up with cute guys thinking they can just stand back and relax? That puts me off I swear! But I love my confident Naija men! They have the right amount of balls to approach whoever and however.

Working at NNPC can be annoying because those married men really think its okay to ask for my phone number. Now I just tell them I don’t give my number out, instead of giving them my Glo line that is currently switched off ☺

Ok that’s the update for now, will be back with some more soon!

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