Merry Christmas

Here's wishing you the warmest of Christmas tidings.
May this Christmas be all you want it to be and much more too!

Thursday Random

Compliments of the Season to you my friend. We have made it this far only by the Grace of God and I am happy we made it together! I do not know why I am so excited about this Christmas but I can sense that everything good will surely come.  I hope and pray the same for you too. 

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Yesterday my pretty niece was christened. Her name is Moriah which means "place of worship" Its such a beautiful name for a pretty princess. I couldn't attend the christening though, I was stuck at work an left the office well after 6 pm. I got to her house and I met the rest of my family and my amazing friends (you know yourselves) were there too. Too much to eat and drink and yet we were fighting over chilled cans of coke. #smh we can be agbaya's sha. But we had a good time. Family rocks always!!!

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We started the 2nd phase of our workshop today. We organized a 10 Point CPD for MD's and MO's and the turn out wasn't too bad considering we had rescheduled and we didn't really publicize it. I doubted that people will even turn up, but I learned  lesson today, People are always hungry for knowledge...well I think (except its the CPD they were after! lol). The workshop turned out pretty well, and we will round it up tomorrow by God's grace.

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I am excited! Christmas is around the corner. I just feel that this Christmas will be very different for me in every sense of it. I do not know why, but I am truly expectant that everything good will come! Please tell Santa I was a good girl for the better part of the year. #Adjusts halo. If you were good all year, then please throw the first Christmas chicken at me. lol!

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I think I have forgotten the difference between "were and "where". I tried so hard to go back to read this post, but I just couldn't figure out if I used them correctly. Please don't be offended if you notice my errors. My brain just isn't processing it at this moment. And if e dey pain you too much, abeg commot eye!.

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I was totally pissed off at my friend yesterday for doing something I'm not sure she would have tolerated if tables had been turned. I am still a bit upset but a whole lot better. We get to learn things everyday and yesterday was no different. I was still trying to absorb that one when I realized my phone fell and the screen broke. Which kian gbese be this na? I haven't even finished paying for it and now the screen is broken. "Na wa ooo" in baby Muna's voice. I don't think I have told you about baby Muna. She is an adorable one year old who knows the bestest time to use the "Na wa o" Phrase. I don't know who taught her (I'm very sure its her mum- but she keeps denying it) but she makes you think everytime she uses it. It is always at the exact moment.

Speaking of children, my 3 year old nephew asked my elder brother yesterday "is that girl going home with you?" when he was ready to go to his place. We were all speechless. I didn't know my 3 year old nephew knew how to matchmake. He totally ignored my other friend who is preggers and focused on this one and asked my brother to take her home. I am still in awe as at now. We had a really good laugh though and told my brother that even his 3 year old nephew wanted him to get married and settled down quickly. Unfortunately for my nephew the chick in question is happily married. lol.

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Any one following this Iyabo/Obasanjo drama happening? Na wa ooo. I don't even know who or what to believe. If Iyabo didn't write that open letter, who did? How did so many facts come up? WHats with the open letters to everyone these days?

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What's all the noise about Doris Simeon employing a Nursing mother to work at her salon? Some peeps just be looking for trouble anyhow. So because she is a nursing mother she shouldn't work again abi? How are we not even sure Doris did her a favor by employing her? When I first saw the picture, I assumed they were complaining about the way the woman was dressed. (I actually expected smart uniforms). But to be complaining about her being a nursing mom? Na real wa. Like many people that work in corporate organizations don't nurse their babies? Abeg lets hear word jare.

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Traffic in Lagos has been something else lately. These days I find myself praying for the roads to be free and for speed too. Everyone is "shopping" yet we complain there is no money! I wonder if its air they now exchange for goods in Lagos market. Maybe I should try my luck? lol.

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Ah, I remember now why I decided to put up this random post. Yesterday while at my sister's we (my mum, sister and friends) were discussing childhood. I brought up the story of what happened to me a long time ago when I stole. We grew up using bournvita because my mum believes that milo was too sweet. So i was used to seeing Bournvita and milo (whenever dad went shopping) as well as ovaltine. So on this fine day when I saw a Nescafe Coffee bottle, I was curious. I opened it and sniffed and you can imagine the delicious aroma. It woke up my senses and I just had to have a mouthful or 2. I snuck into the kitchen where my mum and sister were, stole a tablespoon without their knowledge (I'm not sure now if my mum's eagle eye saw me or not) and went back to the table and opened the coffee jar. I heaped the spoon and shoved it in my mouth in a hurry to try to get in a second mouthful before closing the lid and slinking away as a thief would. Alas! The worst shock of my life!. 

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I couldn't help it. I screamed. My sister and mum came running into the dinning room. I was already in tears by then and was trying to spit the vile substance from my mouth. My sister was quick to raise her hand to strike me, but my mum cautioned her and told her not to bother that the bitter taste was punishment enough for me. I will never ever forget it. She looked at me and said If I like I should steal again and just  left me there.

I still respect coffee till date and every time I try to taste something new I am careful to taste with the tip of my tongue first. #Habitsdiehard

Ok. End of my random post. I hope this post cheered you up? Yes? Gotta hit the road now. I just uttered a prayer to God to clear the road again. Wish me luck!

Xoxo!

Odd behaviour

I have an odd behaviour. Its not really odd like that, but its kind of not normal too.

I hate people touching my stuff or going through my things in my absence. It always leaves me feeling violated or ravaged. Like my personal space has been evaded.  I actually thought I would outgrow it with time, but now I think its getting worse. I remember once when someone went to my office and took money from my purse. I never used that wallet again. I gave out the bag even though it was new. 

I also hate people touching me, especially people I am not familiar with. I think I have mentioned that here before. It just gives me the creeps. I shudder just to think about it.

 I decide to put it up here because I noticed my sister also has an odd habit. Hers is really weird abeg. Even worse than mine. Once her car has a scratch or dent, she disassociates herself from it completely. She sold off her old car and got herself a Lexus which she liked. Then one day in the car park where it was parked, someone brushed her. She didn't notice it that day because she closed late from work. The next day after she got to work she got down from her car and that was when she saw it. She gradually stopped using it and right now the car just sits in the front of her house.

What weird habit or behaviour do you have? Don't be a stranger, use the comment box.

xoxo

Life and Death

Every day new births are recorded and celebrated somewhere.
Everyday deaths are recorded and mourned. Some celebrated for life well spent, some mourned for a short life spent.
No one likes to hear news of deaths, buts its a circle of life that can't be avoided.

When I first learned of the death of Paul Walker I mourned his passing. I just thought to myself this life is like air. It can't be captured. You live and next thing you are gone. I went to google to look at his incredible eyes again. I couldn't help but feel (like many i'm sure) that it was just such a waste of a "specie". If you doubt me, check out these pictures...

  

I was really sad, but smiled a little when I saw his amazing eyes. Then I smiled a whole lot more when I saw a supposed quote by him "If one day the speed kills me, do not cry because I was smiling". This also made me think - here was someone who loved what he did for a living. I mean, to say that the person must obviously be totally and passionately committed to the cause. I wondered if the same could be said of me after I had passed? What is it that I like to do so much that even though I know its so risky as hell, I would be willing to live so dangerously on the edge of life just to gain that feeling of satisfaction? I am still thinking of an answer to that question. I ought to live my life like it will be the last day on earth, but also have a positive effect on people as well.

Then Mandela also passed.

The whole world is paying tribute to him. He. was. a. great. man. and I am honoured to have known him in my life time. He had flaws just like any other human being. But he is revered today because he was such a selfless individual. I hope to be remembered and honoured like him when I'm gone.

Now these 2 "public figure" deaths have taught me something very important. Appreciate people when they are alive. They will never get to know about it when they are dead. Why gives flowers only when someone is dead? Why eulogize someone who has gone? Buy the flowers today. Send the cards now. Say "I love you" to that special someone right now.  Don't waste any more time. Apologise for that wrong doing now. This life as we know it is fleeting. Someone is here today and gone the next second.

Shalom!

The Names we call God

I was listening to Flo the other day and the track “Twale” was on repeat all day. I decide to call God beautiful names in my language, and I could only call him about 5 names in my language. I rang up my folks and they gave me names. 

Here are names I still remember with the meaning too. I am very sure most of the spellings are incorrect, but hey “Idea is need”!

Names	Meaning	Language	State
Owoicho Manchala	Almighty God	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho Ki daago	God of Miracles	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho Ada’m	My Father	Idoma	Benue
Owoiho Alekwiho	Holy Spirit	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho no yicho yaje	God who created the heavens and the earth	Idoma	Benue
Ada no f’yada	Father above fathers	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho k’ebo	God of peace	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho no yicho	God in heaven	Idoma	Benue
Agabaidu (also known as Agaba ku Judah)	Lion of the tribe of Judah	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho Ohunyeta	God the deliverer	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho	God	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho Omeyinyin	Merciful God	Idoma	Benue
Oche no f’oche	King above all kings	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho Oyame	God the finisher	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho o’pla	(Meaning not so clear)	Idoma	Benue
Owoicho K’eche	God of the world	Idoma	Benue

I am interested to know what you call God in your language. 

Please and please, drop a comment telling me. I promise to add it to this list. But please tell me what tribe you are and the language you speak too so we clarify it for everyone.

Gen Voices: Ready to Lead and Serve

Are you tired of just talking the talk?

Here’s a chance to begin to “do” not just talk the talk!

I formally introduce you to Generational Voices or GenVoices for short. GenVoices is working to birth political, economic, social and technological solutions to national challenges by encouraging more members of our generation to participate in politics and make a difference in government and governance.

Come January 18^th 2014, 100,000 voices will open up the chapter to define the Nigeria they desire and deserve. It will be an event to drive sustainable positive change in Nigeria by Nigerians at home and in Diaspora.

The message?

Ready to lead, ready to serve!

The aim?

To demonstrate the power in the number of the “under 40 generation” majority

The outcome?

Short term:

1. Make a clear statement of what this generation desires for Nigeria
2. Gain national cross-stakeholders buy-in 
3. Begin implantation of implementation strategies 
4. Begin a cross-party, cross-regional generational movement that stands “for” something as opposed to being “against” something.

Long Term:

1. Create a developed nation that citizens are proud of and which provides an enabling environment for their dreams and potential.
2. Move Nigeria from 3^rd world to 1^st by the ingenuity and unique contribution of this generation.

 

I hereby invite you to do the following in registering you support:

1.      Visit our website at www.GenVoices.org  and endorse the movement.

2.      Like us on www.facebook.com/GenVoices and keep tabs with the discourse.

3.      Follow on Twitter at the handle @GenVoices  and keep the conversations going.

4.     Register at the website to attend the 100KVOICES Convention on the 18th of January 2014 at Tafawa Balewa Square Lagos. It will be the largest ever youth gathering to demonstrate the power of our numbers.

5.    Very important is that we will like your financial contribution, through which we can execute the major upcoming event. Please visit http://www.234give.com/cause/genvoices and kindly make a donation. Nothing is too little.

Gen Voices is here to stay!!! Where do you fit in?

For enquiries visit www.genvoices.org or send an email to info@genvoices.org

                                                                                                                                      

My God is...

Who is God to you?

He is everything to me.

My comforter, my shield and buckler. My healer and protector, friend, father, mother, provider, keeper, adviser, confidante.

He is the one I turn to when  I need help, when I need a smile, a hug, re-assurance, peace, money, information. My father never ever fails me. He shows up right on time for me. Never a moment before or a moment after. He is not a stranger all. He provides my needs, keeps me satisfied.

No one can deny him no matter how hard they try. Who can deny that God exists? Take a look around you. See the earth, the heavens, look at the sea body and the deserts. Climb up the hills and mountains. Take a look at the peaks. Go down to the depths of the earth and the valleys.

Look at the sea and the many different creatures in it. How can you doubt what is so obvious? Have you tried counting the species of the fish? Or the animals in the green forests? Who keeps them at bay and draws the invisible line where they can’t cross? Who keeps the sea at bay?

Can you control the times? Can you stop a second from counting? Have you tried stopping the afternoon from coming after the morning? Or the evening from taking over from the afternoon?

Can you tell the sun not to shine? Or the moon not to give light?

Can you call the different people that exist a mistake? Black, white, coloured? Have you seen the composition of the human body? All the veins and arteries? Can you create the entire organs? The body parts? The sinews and muscles? Have you tried to create blood before? Who made the human brain? Who gave it function?

Who forms the baby in the womb?  Who nurtures it? Who protects it? Who tells it when it’s time to come out? Who gives breath to create life? Who teaches people to smile, to cry, to show emotion?

I have come to give you worship my father in heaven. Who on earth, above it or beneath it can be like you? Indeed I was meant to give you praise. 

Only a mad man will open his mouth to say God doesn't exist. I will serve you and you alone all the rest of my days.

I pledge my unwavering allegiance to you my creator.

I'd stick to my dress maker

I gave my fabric to one carpenter tailor that has a shop very close to my house. I had called my own dressmaker earlier but the distance coupled with the fact that I have been lazy of late made me decide to give my fabric to this carpenter that has a tailor's shop. Don't worry, I promise I didn't cry this time around. I know you will be thinking back to this post "Distrated" and how I wept on the street of Lagos like someone bereaved, but I am happy to disappoint you terribly. I didn't cry!!!

 I had to go for Dolapo's wedding. Dolapo is Wura's elder brother, and since Maryland was too far away coupled with my laziness like I said earlier and the fact that I got the Aso-ebi really late, I decided to brave it and go to this woman's shop. Actually I stumbled on the shop when I was taking a walk, so I hurried back home to get the fabric and gave her. I asked to see samples of what she had done previously, she said she didn't have any, I was surprised. What tailor doesn't have one item that has been completely sewn by her? One???  Warning bells went off, but I just ignored it and begged her not to spoil my dress. She promised she wouldn't and I gave it to her, chose a really simple style and left her in God's hands. Thankfully, she did an OK job. The dress didn't turn out too bad, and when I complained about some parts she hurriedly defended herself and tried to blame it on the style. I insisted she make adjustments which she did. I went for the wedding and the dress didn't turn out so bad. It was also at this wedding that I tied my first gele by myself.

Deola and I were supposed to roll together.  I was to go to her house then we were supposed to go to the Busola's house for make up and Gele, then go for the party. That morning, the plan changed. Deola was to pick up her dress from her dressmaker then we would find a solution to our gele's then go for the wedding. Suddenly Deola calls me to say she will pick up her dress herself then pick me up after which we would head over for the reception. As I was considering the information, she called to tell me that her tailor could tie gele and would do so for her. My first thought was "alakoba". How would I do my own gele? I stood up instantly to help myself and after 10 attempts I came up with this. Don't judge me, Its my first attempt. :)

 

Back to the story, lol.

So after her attempt at the dress, I decided to carry my own legs by myself to meet her to sew my lace and velvet for Simi's wedding. By myself again, I chose a style. The usual style you do for the lace blouse and I again left her in God's hands. I went to pick up my dress yesterday and I didn't even have the muscle to cry! She had sewn it like an old woman's blouse. She used nonsense to line the blouse. Its still wearable but far from what I expected. But then again, who throws pearl to swine? I should have known what I would get when I went there and still didn't see any "sample' of what she had done. She gave me a low cut back that is bound to show my bra. The thought of it is repulsive #shudder. The blouse just hung on me. No form of beauty or comliness. chai. Na wa ooo. When I pointed out the bra part to her, she snapped "aunty na you choose style ooo". I knew that indeed na me "waka buy market".

Anyway, I will sit with her and salvage what we can and make sure I carry a brilliant smile on my face when I wear my cloth for the wedding.

In the mean time, I will call Tina my dress maker just to appreciate her. Not many people understand how to make a dress well. I'd surely stick to Tina.

Xoxo

Career: Sending CV's

I apologise for the long silence since my last post seeing that I promised to put up the next post by the next day. Lets just say the "tomorrow" has finally come. I genuinely didn't mean to tarry this long, some circumstance beyond my control "happened".

I promised to put up a post on the best way to send CV's. I partnered with Careers and Beyond to put this together.

The 1st thing to put in mind when sending your CV to an individual is that your CV is probably not the only one the recruiter will take a look at. He/she may spend 5 minutes if you are lucky. To maximize the 5 minutes, you have to make sure your CV captivates him ("him" being generic for male or female) enough in the first 3 minutes to make him go through it. Remember he has other things that he has to do as well as other CV's to look at before settling for the "one".

Don't ever send a blank email or email without content. This speaks volumes of the person sending the CV. The message it is sending is "I can't really be bothered". The recruiter gets the impression that you are not serious and he tends to discard your CV. He may not even open the attachment to discover the treasure hidden in there. A brief introduction is important as well as how you heard about the job opening. Mention that you have attached your CV and close with thanks.

Don't ever send an email without an attachment. Sometimes, when in a hurry to send CV's, applicants tend to send the emails with their beautifully worded cover letters. Without your CV there is no way to determine if you are the right candidate for the job. Remember the recruiter has other CV's to attend to as well. He won't go out of his way to email you back to ask for your CV.

Don't send in an application for a job you know you don't qualify for. Forget it. Its just a waste of your time and hope too if I may add. A recruiter is looking for a Business Development Officer and you send in your CV with the experience of a Front Desk Officer. How on earth do the roles fit? The recruiter won't even bother himself. While others are kept in the "to be considered" pile, yours will most likely be trashed instantly. If you have recently taken a course or certification that qualifies you for the job, make sure you state same in a cover note.

Don't send in your CV with others in one email. If you send a group application to a recruiter, he gets the impression that the people sending the CV are not serious and doesn't even waste his time.

Do send a cover letter always with your CV. It oozes professionalism and gives the recruiter the impression that you know what you want. Make sure it is properly worded and not grandiose. Try as much as possible to avoid typos and other errors.

Do follow instructions always. If a recruiter asks for a particular subject when submitting your CV, make sure you follow it to the letter. 

Do save your CV in a format that all computers can access. Make use of the basic Word Document which is 97/03. No recruiter will go out of his way to open an attachment as he has too many CV's to deal with.

If you have any questions, please send an email to ask4emaATgmail.com.

Career: Job sites and work experience

Have you ever wondered that there are numerous job vacancies announced each day, yet so few successful stories of jobs "obtained"?

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Here's a list of a few job sites available in Nigeria.

Linkedin

LinkedIn Jobs

ProfiCV

Insidify

Naija Hot jobs

Jobberman

NGCareers

247Naija

CareerSlip Jobs

Jobs In Nigeria

                                                         Latest Nigerian Job Vacancy

                                                         

The list is unending. I keep getting emails at least 3 from each one. I don't even remember subscribing to most of these now. But I remember when I used to go to the cyber Cafe every evening to "browse"- check my emails (hopefully for job interviews and exams), or to apply to companies or even learn about upcoming exams and try to see which one I could gate crash. Ha, I gate crashed ooo. I was desperate, abeg.

I remember how when I was a rookie just fresh off the NYSC shelf I used to hunt for all these sites. Everyday I would look at the emails eagerly and without fail I  would delete the emails sadly. None ever felt right. I lamented one day to my friend that I wonder who would employ us when they all wanted at least 2-3 years job experience. Its funny how my first real job (real because I was actually on the pay-roll of a company) I got it through "word of mouth. My brother's very tight friend's friend. Funny right? But I did the interview and I passed. I remember thinking wow, just like that? 5 years plus down the line I am still grateful that I work in a decent organization.

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The sad thing about it is there are so many vacancies, yet so few people get these jobs. It makes you wonder...We can see the jobs, but we where are the hundreds of seemingly unemployed people? Why can't we find successful applicants. Oh, people apply all right. But they send in wrong applications; their CV's don't meet up with the requirements of the jobs; the applicants are successfully employed but cant hold down the job because they are truly not qualified. The list is endless.

The other day I put up an Ad on this blog requesting for HR Assistants with 2-3 years experience. I put up my email address and I got the shock of my life. Some people just don't know how to apply for jobs. I was irritated at the approach of some people. SOme people just attached their CV's and didn't even say dot (.) in the body of the email. Others just put "attached is my CV" some people sent in CV's for Personal assistant (based on their work experience). How on earth do you want to get a job this way?

I am not saying I am perfect in the job search thingy (If I were, I should be working in the "oyel" (oil) company of my choice where I wont even have to sweat it at all. lol)  but I know that I would promptly delete emails without even looking at the potential of attached CV's if I so much as got a blank email (body) from a prospective applicant.

Having said that, tomorrow by God's grace, I'd put up a post of how to send emails to "head hunters". 

Please add any job search site I may have missed out in the comment section. thank you.

I wish us all luck in our endeavour. (Of course I had to wish me luck too!)

P.S. if you are a grammer police, please ignore any errors or typos. I just couldn't go back to proof read. :)

Eroding morals

Things are so different from how they used to be yesterday.Growing up, my mom always made sure we greeted the "elders" or people older than us no matter who they were. Today, if a child greets you it will make you pause. I wonder what changed all that. Jazz/the fear of jazz? or what really? Have we become so westernised that greeting people is now a chore? Or respecting people?

Yesterday I had to go to and from work by bus. On my way to work, I took a Keke Napep and sat at the edge. An elderly woman got in beside me and I mumbled a good morning to her. She in turn mumbled her reply and that got me grinning. (who says garbage in garbage out doesn't work?). Anyway, a third person got in beside this woman and asked her to move. She didn't want to move so she made me her excuse. Egba mi ke! How my size take konsin the matter? She spoke in yoruba and I got her message loud and clear. She said Orobo n'joko bayi or something like that while pointing by me. I just looked at her and wiggled my butt on the seat, giving them the impression that I had moved. You can't blame me for that. First off, I may be big but I won't take 2 people's butt space, secondly, because she didn't want to move she lied that it was because I was fat. 

Na wa ooo. I didn't know that old people lied like that ooo especially on seemingly innocent angelic shidren like me (Adjusting my halo).

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On my way back from work, I was tired and cranky. I got to the part where I had to take another Keke and there was none within sight. I had waited and waited still nothing. then finally, one came. I shouldered my bag properly and gathered my lunch bag firmly for good effect and flexed my leg. As the keke came to a stop I just used my big butt to push the chick beside me and held onto the bar separating the driver from the passengers and had already started entering when I remembered my good manners. I sighed dramatically and gave way to he elderly woman standing beside me. She knew she was no match for the rest of us, but she still tried. She was so shocked that I could give up my seat for how despite my lagos-style-bus-diving antics that she didn't enter at first till I said "mama enter na". Then she entered. What now spoilt everything was instead of the mama to enter and move so I could still enter, she just sat down there. Ha! After I did you a good thing, abi? I asked her to move and she had the mind to tell me that "Ah, why didn't you want to enter? Are you not going again?" I just gritted my teeth and said no. Ah, I just told my self to move as it was paining me gan. Luckily, another one came probably 5 mins after. This time around it was one baba and I that were fighting for the seat. As the baba no gree for me to enter, me sef I no gree for am ooo. I won that battle as I got in before him, but I felt really bad. But not so bad that I would have given up the seat for him sha. At that point, if I were light-skinned I would probably have been red in the face. I could actually hear my mum tsk-tsk-tsking at me for my misconduct.

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This brings to mind a convo my friends and I had 2 weeks ago about BRT Buses. At the bus terminals, you will see people queuing in 2 directions. Those who will get seating space and the "standees". What amazes me is that people come late to the line and will go to the "standees" line to queue, even elderly people. When you board the bus and its full, you see the standees entering and they take their place on the isles and just grab the hangers. Then you see elderly people doing same. The 1st time I took BRT to the office, I noticed an elderly woman, I stood up for her. the next day I stood up for a man. By the third day, my heart had been reinforced with concrete. I just carried my face. Theses elderly people do it intentionally. They will join the standees queue knowing that "someone" will stand up for them. I refused to be their "someone". I learned the hard way that they were just being selfish. Its wrong I know, but I just can't deal with it any more. Before elders didn't drag issues with the young ones, now, they don't even see them selves as elders any more. Everyone is "hustling" 

If you greet a stranger now, there must be strings very thick ropes attached. You obviously want something.

You can't carry a random woman's bag to help her with her groceries or shopping bags. They will brand you a thief. (If you are lucky you won't get mobbed)

You don't see someone who needs help and help the person (You will be tagged as someone who uses people for jazz)

A child grabbed my legs the other day as she was playing. I started praying to God to remove her hands ooo. Not because I was afraid, but because I didn't want anyone to brand me as a kidnapper if I happened to hold her hand.

Children don't even play in the streets any more because their parents are afraid, The sit in from of the TV all day (now you know why child obesity is on the rise).

I'd go on and on and still not finish. What exactly is happening today? 

Please use the comment box, it's meant for you. Thank you.

xoxo.