OFFICE RANT-MOVING ON

The old man in my office has been ranting in my front for the past one hour.
He is angry, in short he is mad at the management.
He is talking about how there is no administration in this place.
Things have taken a bad turn in the organization, not financially but the administration abi is it management of this company is crazy.

Today is the 4th day of November and Oga Patapata has refused to sign our salary. Not that the company does not have money oh, according to the account person the profit this company makes is a

Saving...

month is what some companies struggle to make in a year if not lesser. Oga Patapata just decided to do what she like and decided she is not ready to pay us yet. This is the major reason for the old man's rant, he has been with the company for the past 20years if not more. The annoying thing is he is ranting to me, a helpless me like him. I know I am supposed to be the one he reports to, he and two other junior staffs. But I am toothless dog who cannot bite. When Oga Patapata has spoken, nobody dares cough, especially not me the young lady(na wetin Oga Patapata dey call me). She has barred the MD who is her child to stop signing any company cheque. As far as I know it the MD who is always in charge, but here it is the Chairman.

Oga Patapata does as she likes, treats people like slaves and really does not care about them. I must say she does not do her craze to me, but it hurts me every time to see the way she treats people, especially those who work for her. Annoying is that I can not do anything about it, even if I could, I can not fight for people who do not want you to fight for them. The people here have grown thick skins to the inhuman treatment here, I don't think I can ever accept this kind of life

I and the Self have become sad and depressed, I am tired of complaining to friends, family and to you people. I want to resign from this place. Some of you might not understand, until you experience what I am talking about. I want to leave at the end of the month but ma said I should wait till the end of December. I am yet to decide on that because I cannot imagine spending 7more weeks in this dead place. I really do not care anymore, even the thought of been unemployed does not scare me. Yes I know it is hard to get a job, as my friends who do not really know what I am going through say, but I believe I need to get out of here as fast as I can.

My colleagues say it is because I have parents to fall back on, yes I am grateful to God for that, but I do not think I can stand half of the shit this people have come to accept as a way of life.

There is no career development or growth, people have been working in the same position for years. All my career aspirations that I discussed with the MD during my interview is sure not going to be accomplished here. Like one of my colleagues said the management would say to woo you to their company.

There is this woman who left her comfortable job, even though they were paying less to come here. To say she is regretting her decision is an understatement. When she just joined, they treated her like a queen, and she self was doing yanga, saying she is Oga Patapata's eyes. Them don show am pepper and now she is coming to the level of those she was doing yanga for.

Now I envy my friend who earns way lesser but works in a friendly environment. Now I know that when job hunting next time, a one man business even though a lot of them are LTD in disguise is a no-no.
3weeks or 7weeks more, I am not sure, all I know is I would not be here in 2011.
Ciao for now.

WICKED with an extra capital W

Yeah I know Nigerian films never fail to tell us how wicked people.
But till one crosses path with wicked people, you continue to assume they only exist in imaginary/film world.

What has my eyes not seen since I joined this company, what has my ear not heard.
I am officially job hunting as of now, because I do not see this as the environment for me.
A year in this place and I would go crazy.

Oga Pata pata is one wicked woman and I mean the wicked with and extra capital W if possible. The woman is a slave driver and sometimes I wonder if she has any ounce of feeling in that old body of hers. One thing I am grateful for is the fact that I do not work directly under her; but seeing the way she treats her staffs is terrible. The way she works those people, they sure would not live to be as old as the woman. We all pray for the not to visit the office because, whenever she comes, na so so kasala.

On the merge salary she pays her staff, she still treats them like crap as she does not even act like they are human beings, more like she sees them as a machine. They work monday to saturday. 9am to 11.45pm, and those that can go home still go, while most sleep over in the office. No matter the time they end work the day before, they must be on their seat by 9am in the morning. To sign salary at the end of the month na battle, to her she is doing us a favor by signing the cheaque and not that we are doing her a favor by working for her.
There are times she purposes refuse to pay salaries of her staffs for more than a month, not because there is no money, but because she does not want and has the power to do so.

Me, my own offence is that I do not know how to address elders. I do not say ma whenever i am talking to her and I sit down whenever she is addressing me. The woman talks fast and you have not finished answering question 1 before she asks question 2.

I am tired of complaining self, the only reason I am still here is because my family member believes I am making up stories and since I am not directly affected, I should not have any worries.

But when the environment is filled with tension, one  can so not have happiness. I hate the way she treats people, It makes me sad and angry that there is nothing I can do about it. I can always walk away if she tries the things she does for me but these people can't. They say it is because I am young and a woman, my parents can afford to take care of me. They have families to feed and bills to pay. What annoys me the most is that, these people have been taking this shit for many years, some 10, some 20, they seem to have developed a thick skin to her actions and ways. I know the day I can take it no more, I would walk away and that is surely soon, even if I end up in the unemployment market

Ramadhan Kareem to all the Muslims in the house.

still alive

Hi guys,

missed this spot, been very busy and the self is trying all her best to relegate me. Mba nu, i will not gree to that one. I will let her enjoy herself and then would rear my head pretty soon. Miss you guys, am reading all your blogs, even though have not been commenting. See BSNC is updating regularly, no wahala, would be back.

Enjoy your weekend every one

Kasala

The other day on my way home, I had stopped to buy a drink as i was really thirsty, I collected my change from the woman and kept it in my bag. When I was about to pay the conductor, I searched my bag and could not find the money, mind you I remember zipping the bag. Even the money that i had kept at that same place was gone,as in everything. Thank God I had another  money somewhere in my purse, I would have been totally embarrassed by the rants of those conductors. I told a friend and she said that the money I was given, is called in Yoruba "owo anabo" (money spent that goes back to the owner) I hope translated it correctly. In Yoruba land, particularly in all those our Yoruba movies, you see a case where some spends money and all the other money disappears. I choose not to believe but how else do I explain all my money disappearing without my bag been open.

okay to the main Kasala.
For one thing I am tired of my place of work, the job is good like i said in my last post but the people are something else. Oga pata pata disrespects everyone and talk to them anyhow, the people self get their own craze for head.

So the other day, Oga pata pata came to the office for a meeting, around closing time. There was a particular lady that was waiting for her, all of a sudden, we heard a piercing noise. Oga pata pata had slapped the lady and all the eye witness said the lady was rude to oga pata pata. Things is Oga Pata pata is  an old woman and they said the lady was talking to her any how. but for me no matter what, she should not have slapped the lady and the lady is even 3months pregnant.

Na so the lady dey cry, saying she would not leave our office, until they give her the doc they were arguing on, she curse oga pata pat no be small. They even wanted to forcefully move her from the office but they were looking at her condition. Later, Oga pata pata too now vex and said the lady would not leave the building except she apologizes, Oga pata pata called the lady's boss and said she must apologizes. The lady no gree oh, she said unless they kill her before she will apologizes. This matter no be small matter oh, oga pata pata dey vex, the lady self they vex. The lady now looked up and said, 'God shey you see how this woman is suffering me, and she has her own children oh, God if I am at fault,...
Oga pata pata sensing the direction of the talk, sa na curse remain to finish the statement, now apologized to the lady and gave her her document.

When I saw the lady on my way home at the bus stop i pitied her, as she was seriously crying and worse is she is my name sake and we no dey gree intimidation. The next day the lady sent a text to Oga pata pata's assistant, cursing her and Oga, the woman show me the text, no be small curse oh.

I think i better start looking for another place to work, because i really can't stand all this kind of things, they she has never done that to any staff before but with the way she behave, don't want to be taking any stupid chance.

Creepy!!!

Finally got my arse off facebook, yes oh
am so over that addiction called facebook, even deleted my email address, so as not to be tempted to go back, they say desperate things calls for desperate measure abi.
Yet to join the twitter wagon, so blogger is my own point of social networking.
My cousin have been creepy lately
They are snooping around for what i do not know, when I vist their house, one woulds be scrolling through my phone, the other through my bag or stuffs, what they are looking for I do not know. They sha want to know what is going on in my life, who I am dating and all that.

Work is good, I a, learning a lot but the people here are so strange and funny. Like they operate on a whole different level. They are scared of Oga pata pata this is no joke oh, as if the woman can tear them into pieces. One needs to really move round organization to realise that people are on a whole different angle from your point of view.
In my office, every one na oga, I don tire self. The MD is usually not around and have actually not seen her since I started work but all the other ogas have scoin scoin in their head.
Asides from the people, no problem as I get a good deal of learning, and I really am here to learn so that I can move on to a better place.

MY BODY LIES

You want this, he said
I don't want to, I said
But you're all wet, you are responding to my kisses and touch, why are you doing this, he said
I said I don't want, I snapped and got off the bed.

What You do not realise
You refuse to accept is that my body lies.
You want it but I don't
My body wants it
But my mind rejects it.

If I yield to my body, I would be unhappy
If I yield to my mind, I would miss out on a one time fun.
I would rather stick to my gut and listen to my mind.

Sodom and Gomorrah

Saw this Magazine Headline on my home from work, don't know the name of the magazine but I know it is one of those countless papers that are every where in the street of Lagos.

"God owes Sodom and Gomorrah an apology if gays and Lesbians make Heaven."

Need your prayers

My friends mother has been diagonized with brain tumour and this really a sad time for him. So please my blogsville people, help me put her in your prayers.

100 questions

Got this from facebook

1. Last drink→ Water
2. Last phone call- mum
3. Last text message→ My Colleque
4. Last song you listened to→ Ghetto Story-Baby Cham feat Alicia Keys
5. Last time you cried→ E don tey
6. Dated someone twice → almost did
7. Been cheated on?→ plenty times
8. Kissed someone?→ Hell...yeah!!!
9. Lost someone special?→ Grandma
10. Been depressed?→ Never
11. Been drunk and threw up? → Olohun oje.

LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLOURS:
12. Purple
13. Brown
14. Pink
15. Black

HAVE YOU:
16. Made new friends → none.
17. Fallen out of love → I have to be in love to fall out of love
18. Laughed until you cried → absolutely
19. Met someone who changed you → yes oh
20. Found out who your true friends were → Not sure
21. Found out someone was talking about you → hurt like hell...
22. Kissed anyone on your friend's list → Some of them
23. How many people on your friends list (facebook) do you know in real life → 50%
25. Do you have any pets → yep two humans nd a couple of dogs
26. Do you want to change your name→ Love it
27. What did you do for your last birthday → slept all day
28. What time did you wake up today → 5. 30am
29. What were you doing at midnight last night → Sleeping
30. Name something you CANNOT wait for → Being my own boss
31. Last time you saw your father→ really can't remember
32. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life → Nothing really
33. What are you listening to right now → Celine dion-Goodbye
34. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Plenty,my office, old neighbourhood
35. What's getting on your nerves right now? → Nothing
36. Most visited webpage → Facebook
37. What's your name→ Kikky Brown.
38. Nicknames→ red hair
39. Relationship Status → single but not available
40. Zodiac Sign → Taurus
41. Male or female? :Not sure
42. Primary→ You really want to know.
43. Middle School → We no get that one for Naija
44. High school → One razz school like that
45. Hair color → Red Brown
46. Long/medium/short → Short
47. Height → 5.3
48. Do you have a crush on someone? → Plenty
49: What do you like about yourself? → My lips
50. Piercings → nope
51. Tattoos → never
52. Righty or lefty → righty
53. First surgery → none
54. First Piercing → my ear
55. First best friend → Can't remember her name now, but know she was one sweet kid
56. First sport you joined → Tracks
57. First pet →
58. First vacation→ can't remember
59. First concert → not a concert person
60. First crush → can't remember, but think i was about six

RIGHT NOW:
61. typing the answers to this questions
62. Drinking → Nothing.
63. Already missing→ My bed
64. I'm about to → pack my load and go home.
65. Listening to → Beyonce's Halo
66. Thinking about → My life.
67. Waiting for →

YOUR FUTURE :
68. Want kids? → Not sure
69. Want to get married? → Not sure too.
70. Careers → undecided
71. Lips or eyes → Lips
72. Hugs or kisses → Kisses
73. Shorter or taller → Taller ofcourse
74. Older or Younger → Older
75. Romantic or spontaneous → most definately Spontaneous
76. Nice stomach or nice arms → Both matter
77. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive
78. Hook-up or relationship → Depends on who I am are dealing with
79. Trouble maker or hesitant→ Trouble maker

HAVE YOU EVER :
81. Drank hard liquor → does beer count?
82. Lost glasses/contacts → nope
83. kissed on 1st date – nope
84. Broken someone's heart → Did not mean to
85. Had your own heart broken → nope
86. Been arrested →. Lol!!! so not looking forward to that
87. Turned someone down → plenty
88. Cried when someone died → nope.
89. Liked a friend that of the same sex? → no, never!!!

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
90. Yourself → If i don't who will
91. Miracles → No
92. Love at first sight →call it crush at first sight
93. Heaven – Yes
94. Santa Clause → Dont do that one
95. Kiss on the first date? → nope
96. Angels → I guess
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Nope
98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → pass on this one.
99. Wish you could change things in your past?→ Oh yes
100. Are you posting this as 100 Truths? → Not sure, do you really want to know.

Interview Questions

Are you in a relationship?
Any ongoing plans of marriage?
When do you plan to get married?



Recently I went for a job interview
It was an interview with the MD of the company.
and those where the questions I was asked.


When I was told that my next interview was with the MD
Fear grip me no be small.
I had crammed answers to almost every possible interview questions available to me.
The HR guy that selected me self, was giving me small small answer and inside info.
and He told me not to fuck up as he has said so much about me to the MD.
He said he had told her I was good and the basis of the interview was to find out how good i was.

I was shocked at the questions, because I was wondering in my mind what those had to do with the job i was applying for. The only normal interview questions she asked was where I see my self in the next five years.

Did I get the job, yes I did and am so much fun at it. I guess the MD had her reasons for asking those non-job related questions.

Bad Friend my ass

I was called a bad and uncaring friend recently by a friend.

Why should i be called uncaring and bad, because I do not return his calls
Truth is am very bad at returning calls, am soo an sms person. This friend of my mine can sure call one like mad. Every gist he must call me to talk about. He no know say talk dey tire person. The dude just does not realize that there are those moment when you want your Me Alone time. No calling you does not mean you are not my friend, nor that i do not care.

What caused all this wahala was that he called me recently and said he has been down and unhappy, what is the problem,I asked. He no gree talk but kept saying he is sure i was going to laugh at him and me as I get my own headache that the phensic wey i use no gree quench I shut up my mouth.

Days later, he sent me a text telling me that he is home crying for a late brother that died about 16years ago and his popsy too wey don die tey tey. As a friend, i replied that God would grant them peace and make them inmates of heaven. abi wetin i for do now. Only for me to meet him online on fb and he was telling me that i am a bad friend, i do not care about him.

Shuo! see me see wahala, wetin i for do, was i supposed to be crying along with him, abi na to come dey beg am say make he no cry again. The bad friend part was so uncalled for and abeg am his friend not his girl friend or sister.

Maybe I do not know what it is like lose a father or any parent at all but i know what it is like to live without a father's love. At least his father spent his life time loving him ad he has such wonderful memories of the guy. I don't have any and i have never for one day cried over it or make myself pitiful for people to start consoling me.

I am all for living and make the best of what life has to give you and not mope around for that which is lost. yeah, it's painful but we must not live in the past and expect pity, pity is that which i detest and never wantfrom people.

FAVORITE PLAYLIST

Thank you guys for your comments on my last post.But my forbidden fruit guy and i were just a one time thing. He was the dude i wrote about in my WTF post last year.

I recently relised that my favorite songs are break up songs or sad love songs. They are usually on repeat and I find myself happy whenever i hear them. This is something i have being doing unconsciously for years. My favorite, evergreen songs are...

Unbreakable- West Life
Seperated-Usher
Devil in me-Kate Voegele
You can't break a broken heart-Kate Voegele
Already Gone-Kelly Clarkson
Cry-Kelly Clarkson
Love don't love me-Eric Benet
Have you ever-Brandy
Hate that I love you-Rihanna
Unfaithful-Rihanna.

ATE THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT!!!!

Friend: who is putting in his CV
Me: CV! What’s CV got to do with it

Rewind: we were having a discussion on relationships.

Friend: as in who are the guys toasting you at the moment
Me: oh! Why didn't you say that, which one be CV.
I went ahead to give him the list from the married colleague at by former office who is feeling single and lying about it.(Thank God for a friend who knew him), to the ex who was staging a comeback and an Igbo dude who is cute.

Friend: igbo ke?
ko gba gbe ee mehn, ko ya delete he sharp sharp,
wetin you wan do with omo Igbo.
abi u like am ni!!!
Abeg talk better.

Igbo boys are a no go area, forbidden fruit for my friends and family.
You must not even allow them finish talking before you vamoose.

And So I ate the forbidden fruit and have something to do with an omo Igbo.

We met in May at an event
Let’s call him Dee, because that was what he initially introduced himself as...
Until I heard his real name.
He speaks Yoruba well as much as we that own the language and I guess that was the the reason why I did not realize he was playing pranks.

We became fast friends, as we talk about anything
I mean anything.
We call each and discuss sweet nothing, text like a zillion times each day.

We bonded so well and he was like a male best friend I never had.
We knew what we wanted; we liked each other and knew we would just have a fling.
No strings attached and even though I have been celibate for long, I didn’t care to, lose it.
Like Serena said to Dan in Gossip Girl, He was the only guy who really saw me.
Saw me for who I am, respected my feelings and made me feel all girly.

Dee did change my mentality about what a relationship could be like.
I mean I have never been the mushy mushy romantic person.
But Dee was, He is such a good lover
He is this sensitive person who cared about other people’s opinion of him.
He is the kind of lover who wants sexual satisfaction for both parties and not just himself.

He did a lot of things to me as in he took me to a whole new world. As in am not into graphic but sex with him was great. He made me realize that sex could be wonderful, exploratory and damn right satisfying.
The little time we spent together was really good and I enjoyed every tiny bit of each moment with him.

He was the kind of boyfriend I ever wanted,
The kind of man, I ever want to spend the rest of my life, if I ever decide to get married.

So far...

Happy new year every one. Even though am one of those who see the new year as a simple change in number, i still acknowledge it. I have just been taking the days as they come. Boo refuses to accept our break up and believes we can work it out. Just not up for arguing with him. He still very much calls me even though he has been very busy. Mum asked of him some days back and i just casually said he was fine. She sense something is wrong but she can not ask as i did not introduce him as my bf to her. ready to face the year and hope it turns out better than the last year. dare8 0gu