We all need to stop and ask ourselves every now and then; Who am I following? is it worth following them? how do they treat me, and/or other people?
I hardly expect my church to teach about management and leadership in the workplace (I now do!)but this is so important I have to summarize what I learned from that relationship. It really is about looking to the best known human that ever lived, Jesus. …
It was our demo day. The sponsor had brought in some major VC firms that each startup could pitch to depending on their industry. We had ours early in the day and I couldn’t remember if we did well or not, I just had to use the toilet. I told my technical cofounder and life partner I was going to find the loo, exchanged a joke, chuckled and took my bag with me.
Looking around, it was hard to see the signs. I stopped a guy who looked like he was a staff. …
I had never been inside a Hammam. The idea and my friends’ enthusiasm made me look forward to the experience.
My friend and I checked in at the front desk and had a chaperon take us to the dressing quarters where we were offered robes and a key for lockers to put all our belongings in. While waiting for my friend to emerge from her dressing cubicle, I took to observing all the details of the space. On the lockers were white sheets of paper with various instructions which mentioned often how serene the place was. Lovely, I thought, this should be amazing.
50 mins later we were sat in the lounge, resting with cups of ginger tea. I turned to my friend, shouting, Serene? the generators drowning the sound of her laughter.
#IJGB #WelcometoLagos #Christmastime
Once upon a time, I got a new job and looked forward to it, but I was diagnosed with a terrible illness two weeks before I started. Resumption day was also my induction day at the hospital for treatments. To put it mildly, it was a day of disarray. I prayed, nothing went according to plan, but I was happy to have friends walking with me the entire day.
I had to be at the hospital for most of the day so I only got to speak with my manager at 6 p.m., when I returned to the office. He…
If this evening was an animal it would be my Angel doggie who just decides to let it rip, without warning.
She’s an independent one, they said, Huskies like to do their own thing. Oh how she’s proven this over and beyond.
I love her, my Angel. Sometimes her surprises- though they might leave my shoes soaking wet, my heart is heavier with the weight of love as she turns her beautiful blue-browns towards mine.
I don’t show up at people’s houses unannounced but I did it today and had to pay the price.
It was too cold to wait at the door so I walked my power walk back to the tube station and dashed into the Coffee shop conveniently located.
My initial thought was to just sit because I’d sworn off these drinks 80% but aah so tempting.
I waited in line as the woman ahead of me bought coffee for herself, her two daughters and the lady sat by the station “Go ask her if she wants marshmallows” she whispered to the…
It’s day 4 and I’m still recovering. First of all, I’m so in love with winter right now, as a summer baby that’s huge! Anyways.
It’s day 4 and I’m still recovering from festivities. So much has happened this year to me, family & friends that begs the question “God?” but the very beat of my heart is Joy, Joy, Joy and I’d been so intent on letting people know what God has done, between the 24th and 26th I ended up in 6 different homes, several families. Give, Given, Give, Given. …
Dogs. I grew up liking dogs to bits. The extraverted nature of these animals is a delight to me. The most we had at one time was 7, mum and her pups. I’m looking forward to when I get my own band, Labradors, Malamutes, Huskies, Spitzs…for now, cats.
Harry, that was his name and he was 15. When I realized I had to live with him, I thought to myself that it would be an experience, I’m not allergic so it should be fine. Believe me, I signed up to tolerate this creature, nothing more. So, when Harry died and…
This is a confession. A confession that I really do not get ‘it’ most of the time. I fail and rest on the bed of comparison and measurement. But that’s my job, I protest, I have to ask why, to understand. Day in, Day out, I’m asking… so we can make things better. Excuses.
Every now and then the message is jarring, it refuses to be dislodged.
What is that to you?
What? Come again? Pardon?
Clear as day, sharper than a two-edged sword
You mean, I should mind my own business?
More than that?
And it comes…