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This is a pointless gist so I beg you not to read, please don’t read this, please….sigh. okay, I’m going to continue now that you’ve decided to read against my warning. So I almost had a nice weekend two weekends ago, the almost is there because I was quite ill at some point. I was supposed to post this last week but jkghjhdfj happened so here we are. The wedding I attended on Saturday is the reason behind this, not the other events that flooded my weekend. So Bisi (bestie) and I got to this wedding ceremony after hours of me screaming about her being too sluggish – we went to the wedding almost five hours after they had started, no kidding. I was grateful we went that late. Her mum first complained about our outfits because we decided to show off our arms oh, ordinary arms, not cleavage or thighs. She reported us to her friends and she couldn’t get over it till she left and we were like jghjhgj? I saw Ajoke again (Bisi’s cousin), very cool chic so we all gisted and since they

They said she was too old, Young she was to me They said she was poor, She had a heart of gold,             They said she was dirty,   I had never seen anyone as clean             They said she was nothing,             She was everything to me                         They said she was useless,                         She solved all of my problems                           They said she knew nothing,                         Her counsel was next to none             They said she was imperfect,             I had never met anyone so perfect             They said she was a loser,             She was my champion They said she was always sad, Her smile was priceless to me They said she was shit, To me, she was IT. Facebook - Odusola Aanuoluwapo Instagram - @i_am_phleg Twitter - @odusolar BBM - 2BC07AB1

Everyone has to face some sort of rejection at some point in their lives. It might be from that guy or girl you like who doesn’t like you the same way or from that job interview you thought you nailed but later figured out you didn’t or from your prayers which seem unanswered, the list is endless really so no need going into details. As a person who has faced rejection myself in a lot of ways, there are some steps I can recommend for you to get over that feeling of rejection. They are; Realize that it’s normal; If you got everything you want in life the first time you tried to get it, the world will be no fun. Our struggles make it all worth it; it makes us stronger and even becomes stories for us to tell to encourage others with. It’s perfectly normal for you to get a rainy day when you’d rather have a sunny day. Once you realize that it’s not an abnormal thing, you’re halfway there. You are not alone; It might seem like you’re the only one experiencing what you are but y

The movie “the duff” inspired this article as it reminded me a lot of myself. I used to be that girl – Mae Whitman. I wasn't exactly the 'designated ugly fat friend' like the duff meant but you get my point yeah? I remember back in secondary school, I used to be the matchmaker, making sure people who had crushes on each other had the courage to tell each other either orally or letter writing. I was close to almost all the male in my class, I was like their nigga and they told me about their escapades. I was close to a couple of females too who also told me about their escapades, I was their nigga too, one who had no escapades because I wasn’t even a babe to start with.  I was a late bloomer not like I’m fully bloomed now though, thank God for hips. Boys liked my friends in the like-like way and they made me make their likeness known to my friends. It didn’t end in secondary school. The only thing I figured out was attractive about me was my brain. I doubt if any girl ev

‘Tell me everything’ Nene said, as we sat down by the pool of the hotel she worked after having bumped into each other at the mall the week before. We were secondary school best friends and communicated regularly until she had to go AWOL and now she was asking me to tell her everything when in fact, she had a lot of explaining to do and she knew it. Nevertheless, I told her about the time I lost it all, how Debo didn’t turn out to be who I thought he was, leaving me companion-less. Her eyes kept staring, asking for more everything. So I told her about my latest career development – I had just gotten my PhD – way forward, etc. ‘That’s all?’ She asked when I announced the end of my gist. ‘Nene, there’s nothing more to tell, it was you who went AWOL so you have a lot to tell’ I said confidently. She began to tell me about how good life has been to her even at the most challenging times, how she met a man who accepted her with her ‘love child’, how they were happily married. I was happ

Showing courtesy is way more than saying thank you, sorry and welcome. There are things we can do to show courtesy and it doesn’t just show just courtesy, it also shows respect for others. If we ever want to be treated in a certain way, we should learn to treat others that way too, so says the golden rule. In order to display courtesy beyond apologies and salutations, there are some other ways we need to learn to show courtesy in, they include; Ø   Seek someone’s permission putting a video call to them or calling them via social media. This is personally a no-no for me. You need to respect the person by asking and respect their decision in case it’s not a very good time for them to speak to you. Ø   In case you miss a call, drop a message as soon as possible if you're unable to call back and reply messages that are sent to you. Everyone counts. Don’t make it a deliberate act to not return your missed calls or reply your messages. Ø   Pay back borrowed money as so

So what else do you do apart from schooling, I asked as we sat facing each other, “I do business” he responded. “What kind of business?” I asked, really interested in knowing, “Any kind, just bring up an idea and I’ll do it” he said and I wondered how someone can sound so clueless without even knowing it. Maybe because I’m not really into the jack of all trade idea, I’d rather focus on a thing or two at once but that’s not why I’m here. As if sensing my thoughts, he went further to explain “I help my uncle sell cars, then I also help student with runs, those who want to school in UNILAG”. “Oh” I said “So if my brother wants to school there, how much will you charge for runs?” I asked, completing my remark. “Between 350 and 380k” he said. “Wow, that’s someone’s school fees” I said, because it really is someone’s tuition. I remembered how I was trying to get into UNILAG seven years ago, someone told a friend who was also trying to get in to pay him about 40k to pass the post JAM