Summary of my NYSC experience

I was posted to Benue state oooo. I was hearing Food basket of the nation and was so excited to go there, as per cheap food, maybe I'd move from this 56kg I've been stuck at for years regardless of what I eat.

I carried my things, fiam, entered a cab going to Wanunne. Omo, inside the cab, a serving corps member was talking about how fat she became in Benue because she got tired of eating mangoes and yam. I said to myself "It's your time to shine". 

Fast forward, I got to camp, did one or two and was appointed by my platoon officer to be the platoon leader for my platoon (Platoon 2). I was also selected to be part of the camp court in camp. We were about 4 corps members and the rest were staff. I worked like a werey in camp, always here and there, without an assistant. 

Fast forward to posting, me that

was thinking kpe, I will join other Platoon leaders in being posted to Makurdi Town, I collected my posting letter and I saw one secondary school in one village. 

Sha sha, I got there and after some weeks, asked

to be reposted and they posted me to a primary school. Lmaaoooo, from frying pan to fire abi? I wanted to die.

That gist will come another time😩 My moi moi and akara is calling me.

Wait o, the bucket of water there is what I was using to bath in Gwer East LGA, Benue STATE & had to buy pure water to cook & drink, to avoid typhoid. One more thing, I have still not understood why Benue is still referred to as Food basket of the nation. 

IMO, na wash! 

I made moi moi and akara (bean cake) 😂 LOL

So guys, I traveled for work, for like 3 weeks and by the time I was back, weevils had infested my beans. I was so confused because how will I, where will I start from, who will I start from? Anyways my igbo girl sense told me stuff, like they really destroyed my beans, so so I was like instead of throwing it away, why don't I know make moi moi or beancake that is Akara. Mind you, this beans we're talking about is that white beans (iron beans) and I have never actually used it, I use the Honey Brown beans. So I brought out plenty beans, like a medium sized bucket the beans was like almost full, but I was not just in the right state of mind so I put water inside the bucket (soak and wash) and went out to grind the beans. After I had ground the beans I was about going then I remembered I had not added onions and pepper (people that make bean cake) know this, so I had to rush him to the market again to get onions and pepper, paid extra money to grind it and went back with one full bucket of bean paste. Well I divided the beancake into 2 and focused on one part. I added my ingredients (spices, the onion pepper mix, salt, palm oil, groundnut oil). And then I poured them into nylons, boiled it, and the remaining paste that was already spiced, I made akara with it. it's an apology really. Well I am aware that today is Saturday and for one week straight I will be eating akara and moimoi. I will be attaching pictorial evidence. bye-bye let me warm my moi-moi.

PS: the akara burnt but it's sweet. I want to sincerely hope this doesn't affect my bride price 🙃

Ada codes! The Genesis

So this would be the genesis of my posts on coding.
From the beginning till the end (God help me).
This would be to guide or assist or help someone learn how to code or learn something new if you're already in the field.
I'd be dropping my sources too for further learning.
God help me perfect and finish this project.
Just for fun though.

Let's get started! :)

Herbert Macaulay Memorial Lecture

http://www.unn.edu.ng/herbert-macaulay-memorial-lecture/

Motherhoood beyond blood ties

My Aunt had tried to conceive for over a decade, when she and her husband decided to adopt a baby. The process took about a year, but they eventually had a beautiful six month old baby boy to call their own. I was only sixteen at the time, but the way Aunty Oge dotted on her son, you would never know that she didn’t carry him in her womb. The love was real! My Aunty who had practically stopped living at that stage of their TTC journey bounced back to her former self; she looked happy and healthier, and was at least eating now! Even her hair stopped thinning and breaking out. For her, Sochima was the answer to her prayers. I remember one day she was gushing about him, and till date, I have never forgotten what she said “Sometimes we pray to God, but His answers are not wrapped in the gift bags we want. Praying to an All-knowing God often requires that we keep an open mind”. For her, it wasn’t just about having her prayers for a child answered, it was about the life she had rescued her son from. Motherhood, has being blissful for her!
His biological mother didn’t want him, and had dropped him at the gate of a convent. One of the Reverend Sisters at the convent worked as a doctor at the hospital my Aunt used, and she knew all about her TTC journey. After the baby was attended to, and checked medically, she called my Aunt and told her of the beautiful boy God had dropped on their doorstep. At that moment, it wasn’t just about having a baby to love and cater for; her heart was immediately filled with compassion for the boy! She couldn’t imagine how a human being could give up a baby, when she had given up her whole life to get one. So she said yes, and the paper work started. The part I do not understand and can only attribute to God’s mystery is how Sochima totally looks like my aunty right now; eyes, complexion, behavior, everything. You would think she spat him out!
Motherhood is way beyond the blood ties. I remember when I was TTC and wanted so much to be a mother, my husband and I explored the option of adoption and gave ourselves a timeline. Like if we didn’t get pregnant at so and so time, then we would adopt a baby. I was so sold on the idea that even after having my daughter, we are still open to adoption and have promised God that we would adopt a baby eventually. The realization I have made is that being a mother isn’t solely about a baby growing inside you for nine months, and then birthing that child. I have a friend whose mother abandoned all four of them, after their dad died, and ran off with a boyfriend. My friend, the eldest, was only fifteen at the time, and found herself doing odd jobs to make money in order to feed her siblings.
She got married at age nineteen to a guy she didn’t love, just because he was willing to put her siblings through school. After the wedding, her mother re-surfaced and proceeded to milk her and her husband. “She is still my mother” was what she told us whenever we tried to make her see how the woman was basically using her. Fast forward a few months later, when she had a baby and invited her mother for Omugwo, and this wonderful mother of hers requested for half a million naira, because according to her, her coming for Omugwo meant she was going to close down her shop for three months. She wanted her daughter and husband to pay her what profit she would have made in three months, and of course, they were also requested to pay in the money before she would grace their house with her presence. Scales fell off my friend’s eyes and today she says about the woman “She gave birth to me, but she is not my mother”. This friend is more of a mother to her siblings, than the woman that gave birth to them.
What makes a mother is the heart; the sacrifices she is willing to make for others and the abundance of love her heart carries. Pregnancy and childbirth are biological occurrences which, by no means, dictate who and who should be a mother. Today, lots of TTC couples are embracing the idea of adoption, and I think that is beautiful. It doesn’t stop you from trying to conceive, after all, your adopted baby would also appreciate having a sibling or two. Some children are born from the womb, some others are born from the heart. Opening your heart and home to a child is a blind path, and one that you walk through in faith, hope and love. It is a test that you can love unconditionally, and that you have enough love in your heart for another individual.

God is still in the business of performing miracles; who knows what parcel His gifts would come wrapped in?
I have added below, a beautiful poem I found online written by a woman Cheri, for her adopted son, Michael who she calls the light of her life. Enjoy!!

Before I was a Mom…

I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous…

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom…

I had never been thrown up on…

pooped on

spit on

chewed on

peed on

or pinched on by tiny fingers.

Before I was a Mom…

I had complete control of my thoughts…

My body

My mind

I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom…

I never held down a screaming child so the doctor can give shots…

I never looked into teary eyes and cried…

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin…

I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom…

I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn’t want to put him down…

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t stop the hurt…

I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much…

I never knew you could love someone so much that you just met for the first time…

I never knew just how much I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom…

I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart outside my body…

I didn’t know how special it would feel to feed a hungry baby…

I didn’t know that bond between a Mother and her child.

Before I was a Mom…

I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was ok…

I had never known the warmth…

the joy

the love

the heartache

the satisfaction

the total fulfillment of being a Mom.

I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much…Before I was a Mom.

 Source: Ipheoma

Mouth-watering Nigerian cuisines to quench your hunger online

You know I care a lot about those who view my blog posts. I love you & in the spirit of love, I decided to send forward pictures to quench the hunger I know you must be feeling now😉😉 Thank me later darlings, anything for you guys. Lol.
My fave anyday is the steaming hot peppersoup or amala with gbegiri and ewedu, oohh take me to heaven😩😩

Review: Thoughts from a wealthy perspective

I'd be reading this book for the 4th time & this time, dropping some lines for those who haven't got the book to hold on to.
It was autographed & gifted to me by the author himself, Sam Egube, after I won his online debate contest sometime last year.
This would be done with the heading Thoughts from a wealthy perspective.
This is one of the books I'd recommend to any youth I find myself around..