My day went so well, only there is something that i did that am not proud of right now. I flipped at the bank today. I came into the bank and as the 'standard practice' with queues in Nigeria, i asked if someone was behind the last person i meet on the queue and he told me one person was behind him. I then left to fill my withdrawal booklet. When i came back, i meet one man behind the one i talked to earlier, i then asked the man i met earlier if it was the 'one person' he told me was behind him, and he said yes. After about 20mins, with just 3people before i get to the cashier, one man came and said he is behind the man directly in front of me. i told him nobody told me about him but was about to let him enter when another one appeared and said he too is in front of me. I then stood my ground and told them what happened when i came, but they said they must enter and i became angry and started shouting at them in the bank. Now, am writing this because after what happened, i started feeling bad, i shouldn't have lost my cool but unfortunately i did, and i shouldn't be sharing this here but my friend who listens to all my gists isn't available and i needed to share, so i decided to share with you. The thing is, i didnt intend to shout at those men but i did, and am feeling sorry right now and they are not available for me to apologize, so i pray aloud, oh Lord! wherever those men are tonight, touch their hearts to forgive me cause am truly sorry, Amen.
Thursday, 27 September 2012
Recollection of Yesterday: Pandemonium at UniJos Permanent site
Hi Sweeties!How are you all doing? Its been about 10days since i last posted. I have really missed you and i know you missed me too *winks*. Seriously, i have been busy tidying up my project and getting ready for my final exams which begins on the 2nd of October. (Pray for me oh).
I had to post this because the event keeps replaying in my mind's eye. In my 4 year in Unijos, this sort of thing has never happened even with the occasional crisis and bomb eruption in Jos city.
Yesterday, my department was conducting her elections under the library in permanent site when suddenly, two guys wearing red T/shirt in black trouser came and started shouting, not far from the election point. Immediately, everyone started running for dear life and then the attackers ran off and students started pursuing and stoning them. In the process two female students were injured, including Imo Uju, a 100level student of my department (English Department) ( God heal Uju quickly, amen). The attackers were caught around Abuja hostel and students beat one of them to death and the other one was taken away by security agents.
I have heard that the attackers are cult members but am not sure, the only thing am sure of is that i don't want to ever witness such a thing again. God save us. Amen
I had to post this because the event keeps replaying in my mind's eye. In my 4 year in Unijos, this sort of thing has never happened even with the occasional crisis and bomb eruption in Jos city.
Yesterday, my department was conducting her elections under the library in permanent site when suddenly, two guys wearing red T/shirt in black trouser came and started shouting, not far from the election point. Immediately, everyone started running for dear life and then the attackers ran off and students started pursuing and stoning them. In the process two female students were injured, including Imo Uju, a 100level student of my department (English Department) ( God heal Uju quickly, amen). The attackers were caught around Abuja hostel and students beat one of them to death and the other one was taken away by security agents.
I have heard that the attackers are cult members but am not sure, the only thing am sure of is that i don't want to ever witness such a thing again. God save us. Amen
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
Dear Neighbour
Dear Neighbour,
I hope you are doing great today?
Thoughts of you just crossed my mind and i thought i should write you this letter.
I just want to thank you for being such a good neighbour and great friend to me. I look back at my life and i see you were always there for me, thanks.
As i look back also, i see all these years that you wanted me to be perfect and fit that little, sweet, fantastic image you have created in your mind for me and i see that i have always fallen short of that. I used to beat myself up, fight with myself and blame me, for being unable to meet up with your image of me. I used to try, but you never take note of my effort.
As a matter of fact, the more i tried, the more i failed.
I can't continue trying to be that person you want me to be, not because i can't keep trying, but because i never will be able to be that person, i can only be me.
I am Tongryang, full flesh human, with short comings and imperfections, but beyound that, i am a good human being, who strives to be the best i can be, who try to touch the lives of as many people as i can touch.Am created to create positive impact and to serve God through that. That is what i am doing.
Dear neighbour, i have discovered who i am and am being true to myself. Can you also try to discover who you are and do the thing you were created for? Yes! off course, i know you can. So dear, instead of concentrating on finding fault with me,( cause trust me you will always find them) why dont you try discovering yourself, that way, you wouldnot even have time for me.
I didnot intend this letter to be long, i just wanted to tell you i never will be able to be that person you want me to be, so just let me be and find a way of being you. Lets be true to who are and the world would be a better place.
I have to go now. Take care of yourself.
Love you.
Yours Truly,
Tongryang.
I hope you are doing great today?
Thoughts of you just crossed my mind and i thought i should write you this letter.
I just want to thank you for being such a good neighbour and great friend to me. I look back at my life and i see you were always there for me, thanks.
As i look back also, i see all these years that you wanted me to be perfect and fit that little, sweet, fantastic image you have created in your mind for me and i see that i have always fallen short of that. I used to beat myself up, fight with myself and blame me, for being unable to meet up with your image of me. I used to try, but you never take note of my effort.
As a matter of fact, the more i tried, the more i failed.
I can't continue trying to be that person you want me to be, not because i can't keep trying, but because i never will be able to be that person, i can only be me.
I am Tongryang, full flesh human, with short comings and imperfections, but beyound that, i am a good human being, who strives to be the best i can be, who try to touch the lives of as many people as i can touch.Am created to create positive impact and to serve God through that. That is what i am doing.
Dear neighbour, i have discovered who i am and am being true to myself. Can you also try to discover who you are and do the thing you were created for? Yes! off course, i know you can. So dear, instead of concentrating on finding fault with me,( cause trust me you will always find them) why dont you try discovering yourself, that way, you wouldnot even have time for me.
I didnot intend this letter to be long, i just wanted to tell you i never will be able to be that person you want me to be, so just let me be and find a way of being you. Lets be true to who are and the world would be a better place.
I have to go now. Take care of yourself.
Love you.
Yours Truly,
Tongryang.
Saturday, 15 September 2012
Lets Celebrate Us
Hi People! Its bright and beautiful day and i hope you are all doing great like i am. Woke up feeling soo Nigerian that i thought to myself, why dont i write about Nigeria today? Why not, i answered back, so lets go there.
Well, with the present security situation in the country, anyone would be tempted to begin a negative discussion about Nigeria. About how corrupt we all are, how shameless and utterly bad our leaders are, and so on and so forth. Yes! all of that dey, that is why Chinua Achebe rightfully noted in his Essay, The Trouble with Nigeria, whenever two or more Nigerians are gathered discussing, you can be sure they are talking about the sorry state of the Nation. I think we or at least, i, have heard enough of that, so i will be celebrating those little things that make us tick as Nigerians, which we hardly see as virtue and never celebrate.
We are a strong people, who survive daily, conditions that others die under. We love life, difficult as it is, and we live life to the fullest. We are a happy people, whose laughter is always deep, sonorous betraying the hardship we go through. Nigerians are givers, we share even the little we have, celebrate with one another and mourn together in times that call for such. We are a beautiful people, full of talents and potentials, working to harness both, even in the most grueling circumstance. We are a people who never give up, never look down or harbor regrets. We make mistakes, yes! we fail countless times, yes! but it does not deter us. Individually, collectively, we have move on. We are hard workers, we work and survive under hard circumstances. We are battling with insecurity, ahardship, poverty and disease but yet we are so hope full that one day, just one day, we would get better as a people and our country shall take its rightful place in the committee of Nations.
God bless Nigerians,
God bless Nigeria.
Well, with the present security situation in the country, anyone would be tempted to begin a negative discussion about Nigeria. About how corrupt we all are, how shameless and utterly bad our leaders are, and so on and so forth. Yes! all of that dey, that is why Chinua Achebe rightfully noted in his Essay, The Trouble with Nigeria, whenever two or more Nigerians are gathered discussing, you can be sure they are talking about the sorry state of the Nation. I think we or at least, i, have heard enough of that, so i will be celebrating those little things that make us tick as Nigerians, which we hardly see as virtue and never celebrate.
We are a strong people, who survive daily, conditions that others die under. We love life, difficult as it is, and we live life to the fullest. We are a happy people, whose laughter is always deep, sonorous betraying the hardship we go through. Nigerians are givers, we share even the little we have, celebrate with one another and mourn together in times that call for such. We are a beautiful people, full of talents and potentials, working to harness both, even in the most grueling circumstance. We are a people who never give up, never look down or harbor regrets. We make mistakes, yes! we fail countless times, yes! but it does not deter us. Individually, collectively, we have move on. We are hard workers, we work and survive under hard circumstances. We are battling with insecurity, ahardship, poverty and disease but yet we are so hope full that one day, just one day, we would get better as a people and our country shall take its rightful place in the committee of Nations.
God bless Nigerians,
God bless Nigeria.
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
Recollection of Yesterday: Meta fiction style
Note: I wrote and published this post at around 12:30-1am today, but just discovered it did not upload, so i re posted it.
Hi people! Great to have you stop by to check this blog at this time, i appreciate. I know what i want to do right now, i want to write this post and upload, but i also know i dont exactly know how to put what is on my mind in order, but i will try. Now that reminds me of a course i took last semester called Studies in Fiction where i learnt the approach to Fictional writing called Metafiction. When you write a metafictional novel, you are at liberty to express your thoughts in the story, you can intrude and give your own opinion about the characters you are creating and situations, you can just tell your readers that you are stocked and dont know how to continue writing the story and so on. I like that approach and when i decide to write a novel someday, it will be metafiction. But for now, let me do Meta blogging, lol, if there is any such thing. Am simply saying lots of things on my mind, i dont know where to start from.
Okay! let me start this way. I have been thinking lately about the Plateau state Northern senatorial election slatted for later this year-not sure of the timing, but its going to be pretty soon-which will produce a new Senator that will occupy the vacant seat created by the death of Late Senator Dantong in the upper chamber. When i heard of the untimely death of the Senator, i thought to myself unconsciously; that the next person with the highest vote after Senator Dantong, during the election that took him to the upper Chamber, will automatically become the senator to represent the people of the Northern zone. But that my thought was so wrong. It only shows i know close to nothing about our constitution, abi na politics now.
I realized this when i started seeing posters of candidates vying for that seat around town. The big surprise for me, is number of people actually vying for this position: Col Dungs, GNS Pwajok, Chris Giwa, Pam Wash, Lumunba Adeh, Danladi Atu and a couple of others that i cant remember their names, right now, even though i have seen their posters. This race for power just kinda remains me of the vanity of life; once you are dead and gone, you become forgotten-especially when you don't create an impact in people's lives and the society- and life simply goes on.That is what is happening, Senetor Dantong is dead and gone, and life is simply going on...With the number of people vying for that position, it looks like it is going to be a long hard battle for these guys as they struggle to occupy the dead man's seat. *Irony*
Huh! i managed well i guess, that has been on my mind for days now, and i finally found a way to say it. The other thing on my mind, is this blog. In my post yesterday, i wrote about an idea i conceived that will take this blog to the next level, remember? and i said i wont share, you will only see the manifestation of the idea. Well! am glad to announce that you will be seeing it really soon. Just watch out. And i wrote about how someone complied to me that he cant post a comment on this blog because his comment will not upload whenever he tries? Well, I have fixed that problem, so i use this opportunity to encourage you to drop your comments here whenever you drop by this extra-ordinarish blog, let me know how am faring *winks* am curious.
Other things dey my mind oh but right now, i gotta catch some sleep, besides this post is becoming extra-ordinarily lengthy, so i will take a bow here and rest. See ya all later ko. One Love.
Hi people! Great to have you stop by to check this blog at this time, i appreciate. I know what i want to do right now, i want to write this post and upload, but i also know i dont exactly know how to put what is on my mind in order, but i will try. Now that reminds me of a course i took last semester called Studies in Fiction where i learnt the approach to Fictional writing called Metafiction. When you write a metafictional novel, you are at liberty to express your thoughts in the story, you can intrude and give your own opinion about the characters you are creating and situations, you can just tell your readers that you are stocked and dont know how to continue writing the story and so on. I like that approach and when i decide to write a novel someday, it will be metafiction. But for now, let me do Meta blogging, lol, if there is any such thing. Am simply saying lots of things on my mind, i dont know where to start from.
Okay! let me start this way. I have been thinking lately about the Plateau state Northern senatorial election slatted for later this year-not sure of the timing, but its going to be pretty soon-which will produce a new Senator that will occupy the vacant seat created by the death of Late Senator Dantong in the upper chamber. When i heard of the untimely death of the Senator, i thought to myself unconsciously; that the next person with the highest vote after Senator Dantong, during the election that took him to the upper Chamber, will automatically become the senator to represent the people of the Northern zone. But that my thought was so wrong. It only shows i know close to nothing about our constitution, abi na politics now.
I realized this when i started seeing posters of candidates vying for that seat around town. The big surprise for me, is number of people actually vying for this position: Col Dungs, GNS Pwajok, Chris Giwa, Pam Wash, Lumunba Adeh, Danladi Atu and a couple of others that i cant remember their names, right now, even though i have seen their posters. This race for power just kinda remains me of the vanity of life; once you are dead and gone, you become forgotten-especially when you don't create an impact in people's lives and the society- and life simply goes on.That is what is happening, Senetor Dantong is dead and gone, and life is simply going on...With the number of people vying for that position, it looks like it is going to be a long hard battle for these guys as they struggle to occupy the dead man's seat. *Irony*
Huh! i managed well i guess, that has been on my mind for days now, and i finally found a way to say it. The other thing on my mind, is this blog. In my post yesterday, i wrote about an idea i conceived that will take this blog to the next level, remember? and i said i wont share, you will only see the manifestation of the idea. Well! am glad to announce that you will be seeing it really soon. Just watch out. And i wrote about how someone complied to me that he cant post a comment on this blog because his comment will not upload whenever he tries? Well, I have fixed that problem, so i use this opportunity to encourage you to drop your comments here whenever you drop by this extra-ordinarish blog, let me know how am faring *winks* am curious.
Other things dey my mind oh but right now, i gotta catch some sleep, besides this post is becoming extra-ordinarily lengthy, so i will take a bow here and rest. See ya all later ko. One Love.
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Is Fuel Scarcity Looming in Jos?
On my way home from school yesterday, i noticed a long queue at the Oando Filling Station just beside Mr Biggs at Polo and i thought, it is one of those things-people trying to get fuel for running around town tomorrow- but after passing longer queues this morning, on my way to school, at different filling Stations in Town, i became curious. I decided to post this, to find out if anyone knows the reason for the long queue at Filling Stations in Jos town, including NNPC Mega Stations at Bauchi Road and Secretariat Junction. Is fuel scarcity looming in Jos or anywhere else in Nigeria?
Monday, 10 September 2012
Women's talk: Hot Red Flow
Hi people! How you all doing?
I stayed awake to post this at this time cause what am about to share, happened twice to me at about this time recently. Hahahahaha! am laughing cause i dont know how you will take this post oh. Its a personal matter, abi let me say its gender matter, take the correct one out of the two.
Now, to the real matter. This thing I want to talk about, always causes trouble for we women- trouble, in the sense of worry, if it delays, pains, if it comes. By now,you should know where am heading, Yes am talking about that hot red flow that comes out of us monthly. For those who think this isnt a topic one should write or talk about publicly, AM SORRY OH! its the way my own has been coming lately that prompted me to write about it oh.
When my own started, years ago, it came without any pain or sign, and i managed alone, all by myself for a very long time before anyone knew. Then years after, it started coming with pains, i really havent got the words to describe that kind of pain till date, i only know know it happens just pelow my abdomen but i know women know what am talking about. Then somtimes, my b--bs will become heavy and terribly painful and at other times, both will happen. That is how it has being, till, i think about three months back.
For these months in question, it begins in the middle of the night and immediately it drops, i will wake up to pains, pains and pains and wouldn't be able to sleep again and even the next day, i would have to battle to really hard be useful to myself. Same happened yesternight and the pain was intense that i describe it as intensely intense, and it came around twelve am or there about. The timing and the pain just got me wondering because it never used to keep to time, today it will come before hand and next, it will come way after, but now, it has decided to be keeping date oh and even time, i just don't know whats up with it. That is why i decided to share.
I stayed awake to post this at this time cause what am about to share, happened twice to me at about this time recently. Hahahahaha! am laughing cause i dont know how you will take this post oh. Its a personal matter, abi let me say its gender matter, take the correct one out of the two.
Now, to the real matter. This thing I want to talk about, always causes trouble for we women- trouble, in the sense of worry, if it delays, pains, if it comes. By now,you should know where am heading, Yes am talking about that hot red flow that comes out of us monthly. For those who think this isnt a topic one should write or talk about publicly, AM SORRY OH! its the way my own has been coming lately that prompted me to write about it oh.
When my own started, years ago, it came without any pain or sign, and i managed alone, all by myself for a very long time before anyone knew. Then years after, it started coming with pains, i really havent got the words to describe that kind of pain till date, i only know know it happens just pelow my abdomen but i know women know what am talking about. Then somtimes, my b--bs will become heavy and terribly painful and at other times, both will happen. That is how it has being, till, i think about three months back.
For these months in question, it begins in the middle of the night and immediately it drops, i will wake up to pains, pains and pains and wouldn't be able to sleep again and even the next day, i would have to battle to really hard be useful to myself. Same happened yesternight and the pain was intense that i describe it as intensely intense, and it came around twelve am or there about. The timing and the pain just got me wondering because it never used to keep to time, today it will come before hand and next, it will come way after, but now, it has decided to be keeping date oh and even time, i just don't know whats up with it. That is why i decided to share.
4 long days
Hello people! its been four long days since i posted. Huh! how i missed doing this. Lots of things happened to me during this long period that caused my absence, but i would only be sharing the good news- i survived it, thank God. That is all i can say. Plus i have a fantastic idea to take this blogging experience for both you and i *winks* you know, to the next level. I wont share the idea, you will only see its manifestation, trust me, its gonna be the bomb. No fear oh, no be Boko Haram bomb oh, lol. I mean, its gonna be tight. Just keep dropping by always. Love you all.
Thursday, 6 September 2012
Recollection of today:Computer things no easy.
Hmm, computer things no easy oh. Have been trying to upload my last post for close to 3 hours now and it just went. Aah! What a relief. It was tedious and almost annoying really, but thank God it went. In the same vain, my former president, i mean my departmental president Sonny, called me this morning to fine out why his comment doesn't get uploaded whenever he tries commenting on this blog. I didn't know too, so i told him, i will check to see if its something i can fix. I have checked and can't really tell why that is so, talk less of fixing it. I wonder how many other people have tried commenting to no avail. The thing is, am really learning how this whole blogger system operates, so, pls bear with me ya all as i bear with the system too and learn patiently. Iwill get it someday.
Ok, that said, its time for RCT. Are you staring? dont tell me you have forgotten so soon what that means. Anyways, let me help you out, it is my last post for the day which literaraly means 'Recollection of Today'. Yap, that's right. So lets get started.
I was kinda busy today, but not in the usual school parole busy kinda way, cause i didn't have lecture today.I did a lot of cleaning in the house and then did Mumcy's laundry that has being heaping for days, before going to the salon to fix my hair. (Oh yeh! you need to see me now, looking DDG- drop dead gorgeous. Lol.) and that took a whole lot of time, but its worth it, trust me.
That's all i did oh but it took my whole day. I boarded a taxi with one talkative and he got me thinking- will share the thoughts some other time when its fully matured. Plus, while doing dishes today, a word dropped into my mind creative director. i dont know what that means or what ideas will come from it, but am sure it will grow into something great and when it does, trust me to share with you. That's it for today.
Thanks for dropping by again today. Take Care of You and be blessed.
Ok, that said, its time for RCT. Are you staring? dont tell me you have forgotten so soon what that means. Anyways, let me help you out, it is my last post for the day which literaraly means 'Recollection of Today'. Yap, that's right. So lets get started.
I was kinda busy today, but not in the usual school parole busy kinda way, cause i didn't have lecture today.I did a lot of cleaning in the house and then did Mumcy's laundry that has being heaping for days, before going to the salon to fix my hair. (Oh yeh! you need to see me now, looking DDG- drop dead gorgeous. Lol.) and that took a whole lot of time, but its worth it, trust me.
That's all i did oh but it took my whole day. I boarded a taxi with one talkative and he got me thinking- will share the thoughts some other time when its fully matured. Plus, while doing dishes today, a word dropped into my mind creative director. i dont know what that means or what ideas will come from it, but am sure it will grow into something great and when it does, trust me to share with you. That's it for today.
Thanks for dropping by again today. Take Care of You and be blessed.
Michelle Obama's phenomenal speech
Hi people, hope you had a great day like i did? By now, i know must of you must have either listened or read the remarkable speech Michelle Obama delivered at the Democratic National Convention on Tuesday. If you haven't, not to worry cause i got it from www.npr.org just for you. Barack Obama, in his book The Audacity of Hope in the last chapter says he believes that if his his wife Michelle runs for a public office against him, she would win. Reading that years ago, i thought he was stretching himself to sell her to Americans, but now, i see what he means.Though i have always liked her personality, reading her speech, i simply fell in love with her. Her sincerity, passion and unflinching support for her husband. I will support my husband in all the things that means the world to him, when the time comes. Hmm! don't mind me oh, she simply triggered something deep in me, and am sure she would do same for u. Read on.
MICHELLE OBAMA'S SPEECH
Over the past few years as First Lady, I have had the extraordinary privilege of traveling all across this country.
And everywhere I've gone, in the people I've met, and the stories I've heard, I have seen the very best of the American spirit.
I have seen it in the incredible kindness and warmth that people have shown me and my family, especially our girls.
I've seen it in teachers in a near-bankrupt school district who vowed to keep teaching without pay.
I've seen it in people who become heroes at a moment's notice, diving into harm's way to save others...flying across the country to put out a fire...driving for hours to bail out a flooded town.
And I've seen it in our men and women in uniform and our proud military families...in wounded warriors who tell me they're not just going to walk again, they're going to run, and they're going to run marathons...in the young man blinded by a bomb in Afghanistan who said, simply, "...I'd give my eyes 100 times again to have the chance to do what I have done and what I can still do."
Every day, the people I meet inspire me...every day, they make me proud...every day they remind me how blessed we are to live in the greatest nation on earth.
Serving as your First Lady is an honor and a privilege...but back when we first came together four years ago, I still had some concerns about this journey we'd begun.
While I believed deeply in my husband's vision for this country...and I was certain he would make an extraordinary President...like any mother, I was worried about what it would mean for our girls if he got that chance.
How would we keep them grounded under the glare of the national spotlight?
How would they feel being uprooted from their school, their friends, and the only home they'd ever known?
Our life before moving to Washington was filled with simple joys...Saturdays at soccer games, Sundays at grandma's house...and a date night for Barack and me was either dinner or a movie, because as an exhausted mom, I couldn't stay awake for both.
And the truth is, I loved the life we had built for our girls...I deeply loved the man I had built that life with...and I didn't want that to change if he became President.
I loved Barack just the way he was.
You see, even though back then Barack was a Senator and a presidential candidate...to me, he was still the guy who'd picked me up for our dates in a car that was so rusted out, I could actually see the pavement going by through a hole in the passenger side door...he was the guy whose proudest possession was a coffee table he'd found in a dumpster, and whose only pair of decent shoes was half a size too small.
But when Barack started telling me about his family – that's when I knew I had found a kindred spirit, someone whose values and upbringing were so much like mine.
You see, Barack and I were both raised by families who didn't have much in the way of money or material possessions but who had given us something far more valuable – their unconditional love, their unflinching sacrifice, and the chance to go places they had never imagined for themselves.
My father was a pump operator at the city water plant, and he was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis when my brother and I were young.
And even as a kid, I knew there were plenty of days when he was in pain...I knew there were plenty of mornings when it was a struggle for him to simply get out of bed.
But every morning, I watched my father wake up with a smile, grab his walker, prop himself up against the bathroom sink, and slowly shave and button his uniform.
And when he returned home after a long day's work, my brother and I would stand at the top of the stairs to our little apartment, patiently waiting to greet him...watching as he reached down to lift one leg, and then the other, to slowly climb his way into our arms.
But despite these challenges, my dad hardly ever missed a day of work...he and my mom were determined to give me and my brother the kind of education they could only dream of.
And when my brother and I finally made it to college, nearly all of our tuition came from student loans and grants.
But my dad still had to pay a tiny portion of that tuition himself.
And every semester, he was determined to pay that bill right on time, even taking out loans when he fell short.
He was so proud to be sending his kids to college...and he made sure we never missed a registration deadline because his check was late.
You see, for my dad, that's what it meant to be a man.
Like so many of us, that was the measure of his success in life – being able to earn a decent living that allowed him to support his family.
And as I got to know Barack, I realized that even though he'd grown up all the way across the country, he'd been brought up just like me.
Barack was raised by a single mother who struggled to pay the bills, and by grandparents who stepped in when she needed help.
Barack's grandmother started out as a secretary at a community bank...and she moved quickly up the ranks...but like so many women, she hit a glass ceiling.
And for years, men no more qualified than she was – men she had actually trained – were promoted up the ladder ahead of her, earning more and more money while Barack's family continued to scrape by.
But day after day, she kept on waking up at dawn to catch the bus...arriving at work before anyone else...giving her best without complaint or regret.
And she would often tell Barack, "So long as you kids do well, Bar, that's all that really matters."
Like so many American families, our families weren't asking for much.
They didn't begrudge anyone else's success or care that others had much more than they did...in fact, they admired it.
They simply believed in that fundamental American promise that, even if you don't start out with much, if you work hard and do what you're supposed to do, then you should be able to build a decent life for yourself and an even better life for your kids and grandkids.
That's how they raised us...that's what we learned from their example.
We learned about dignity and decency – that how hard you work matters more than how much you make...that helping others means more than just getting ahead yourself.
We learned about honesty and integrity – that the truth matters...that you don't take shortcuts or play by your own set of rules...and success doesn't count unless you earn it fair and square.
We learned about gratitude and humility – that so many people had a hand in our success, from the teachers who inspired us to the janitors who kept our school clean...and we were taught to value everyone's contribution and treat everyone with respect.
Those are the values Barack and I – and so many of you – are trying to pass on to our own children.
That's who we are.
And standing before you four years ago, I knew that I didn't want any of that to change if Barack became President.
Well, today, after so many struggles and triumphs and moments that have tested my husband in ways I never could have imagined, I have seen firsthand that being president doesn't change who you are – it reveals who you are.
You see, I've gotten to see up close and personal what being president really looks like.
And I've seen how the issues that come across a President's desk are always the hard ones – the problems where no amount of data or numbers will get you to the right answer...the judgment calls where the stakes are so high, and there is no margin for error.
And as President, you can get all kinds of advice from all kinds of people.
But at the end of the day, when it comes time to make that decision, as President, all you have to guide you are your values, and your vision, and the life experiences that make you who you are.
So when it comes to rebuilding our economy, Barack is thinking about folks like my dad and like his grandmother.
He's thinking about the pride that comes from a hard day's work.
That's why he signed the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act to help women get equal pay for equal work.
That's why he cut taxes for working families and small businesses and fought to get the auto industry back on its feet.
That's how he brought our economy from the brink of collapse to creating jobs again – jobs you can raise a family on, good jobs right here in the United States of America.
When it comes to the health of our families, Barack refused to listen to all those folks who told him to leave health reform for another day, another president.
He didn't care whether it was the easy thing to do politically – that's not how he was raised – he cared that it was the right thing to do.
He did it because he believes that here in America, our grandparents should be able to afford their medicine...our kids should be able to see a doctor when they're sick...and no one in this country should ever go broke because of an accident or illness.
And he believes that women are more than capable of making our own choices about our bodies and our health care...that's what my husband stands for.
When it comes to giving our kids the education they deserve, Barack knows that like me and like so many of you, he never could've attended college without financial aid.
And believe it or not, when we were first married, our combined monthly student loan bills were actually higher than our mortgage.
We were so young, so in love, and so in debt.
That's why Barack has fought so hard to increase student aid and keep interest rates down, because he wants every young person to fulfill their promise and be able to attend college without a mountain of debt.
So in the end, for Barack, these issues aren't political – they're personal.
Because Barack knows what it means when a family struggles.
He knows what it means to want something more for your kids and grandkids.
Barack knows the American Dream because he's lived it...and he wants everyone in this country to have that same opportunity, no matter who we are, or where we're from, or what we look like, or who we love.
And he believes that when you've worked hard, and done well, and walked through that doorway of opportunity...you do not slam it shut behind you...you reach back, and you give other folks the same chances that helped you succeed.
So when people ask me whether being in the White House has changed my husband, I can honestly say that when it comes to his character, and his convictions, and his heart, Barack Obama is still the same man I fell in love with all those years ago.
He's the same man who started his career by turning down high paying jobs and instead working in struggling neighborhoods where a steel plant had shut down, fighting to rebuild those communities and get folks back to work...because for Barack, success isn't about how much money you make, it's about the difference you make in people's lives.
He's the same man who, when our girls were first born, would anxiously check their cribs every few minutes to ensure they were still breathing, proudly showing them off to everyone we knew.
That's the man who sits down with me and our girls for dinner nearly every night, patiently answering their questions about issues in the news, and strategizing about middle school friendships.
That's the man I see in those quiet moments late at night, hunched over his desk, poring over the letters people have sent him.
The letter from the father struggling to pay his bills...from the woman dying of cancer whose insurance company won't cover her care...from the young person with so much promise but so few opportunities.
I see the concern in his eyes...and I hear the determination in his voice as he tells me, "You won't believe what these folks are going through, Michelle...it's not right. We've got to keep working to fix this. We've got so much more to do."
I see how those stories – our collection of struggles and hopes and dreams – I see how that's what drives Barack Obama every single day.
And I didn't think it was possible, but today, I love my husband even more than I did four years ago...even more than I did 23 years ago, when we first met.
I love that he's never forgotten how he started.
I love that we can trust Barack to do what he says he's going to do, even when it's hard – especially when it's hard.
I love that for Barack, there is no such thing as "us" and "them" – he doesn't care whether you're a Democrat, a Republican, or none of the above...he knows that we all love our country...and he's always ready to listen to good ideas...he's always looking for the very best in everyone he meets.
And I love that even in the toughest moments, when we're all sweating it – when we're worried that the bill won't pass, and it seems like all is lost – Barack never lets himself get distracted by the chatter and the noise.
Just like his grandmother, he just keeps getting up and moving forward...with patience and wisdom, and courage and grace.
And he reminds me that we are playing a long game here...and that change is hard, and change is slow, and it never happens all at once.
But eventually we get there, we always do.
We get there because of folks like my Dad...folks like Barack's grandmother...men and women who said to themselves, "I may not have a chance to fulfill my dreams, but maybe my children will...maybe my grandchildren will."
So many of us stand here tonight because of their sacrifice, and longing, and steadfast love...because time and again, they swallowed their fears and doubts and did what was hard.
So today, when the challenges we face start to seem overwhelming – or even impossible – let us never forget that doing the impossible is the history of this nation...it's who we are as Americans...it's how this country was built.
And if our parents and grandparents could toil and struggle for us...if they could raise beams of steel to the sky, send a man to the moon, and connect the world with the touch of a button...then surely we can keep on sacrificing and building for our own kids and grandkids.
And if so many brave men and women could wear our country's uniform and sacrifice their lives for our most fundamental rights...then surely we can do our part as citizens of this great democracy to exercise those rights...surely, we can get to the polls and make our voices heard on Election Day.
If farmers and blacksmiths could win independence from an empire...if immigrants could leave behind everything they knew for a better life on our shores...if women could be dragged to jail for seeking the vote...if a generation could defeat a depression, and define greatness for all time...if a young preacher could lift us to the mountaintop with his righteous dream...and if proud Americans can be who they are and boldly stand at the altar with who they love...then surely, surely we can give everyone in this country a fair chance at that great American Dream.
Because in the end, more than anything else, that is the story of this country – the story of unwavering hope grounded in unyielding struggle.
That is what has made my story, and Barack's story, and so many other American stories possible.
And I say all of this tonight not just as First Lady...and not just as a wife.
You see, at the end of the day, my most important title is still "mom-in-chief."
My daughters are still the heart of my heart and the center of my world.
But today, I have none of those worries from four years ago about whether Barack and I were doing what's best for our girls.
Because today, I know from experience that if I truly want to leave a better world for my daughters, and all our sons and daughters...if we want to give all our children a foundation for their dreams and opportunities worthy of their promise...if we want to give them that sense of limitless possibility – that belief that here in America, there is always something better out there if you're willing to work for it...then we must work like never before...and we must once again come together and stand together for the man we can trust to keep moving this great country forward...my husband, our President, President Barack Obama.
Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America.
MICHELLE OBAMA'S SPEECH
Over the past few years as First Lady, I have had the extraordinary privilege of traveling all across this country.
And everywhere I've gone, in the people I've met, and the stories I've heard, I have seen the very best of the American spirit.
I have seen it in the incredible kindness and warmth that people have shown me and my family, especially our girls.
I've seen it in teachers in a near-bankrupt school district who vowed to keep teaching without pay.
I've seen it in people who become heroes at a moment's notice, diving into harm's way to save others...flying across the country to put out a fire...driving for hours to bail out a flooded town.
And I've seen it in our men and women in uniform and our proud military families...in wounded warriors who tell me they're not just going to walk again, they're going to run, and they're going to run marathons...in the young man blinded by a bomb in Afghanistan who said, simply, "...I'd give my eyes 100 times again to have the chance to do what I have done and what I can still do."
Every day, the people I meet inspire me...every day, they make me proud...every day they remind me how blessed we are to live in the greatest nation on earth.
Serving as your First Lady is an honor and a privilege...but back when we first came together four years ago, I still had some concerns about this journey we'd begun.
While I believed deeply in my husband's vision for this country...and I was certain he would make an extraordinary President...like any mother, I was worried about what it would mean for our girls if he got that chance.
How would we keep them grounded under the glare of the national spotlight?
PBS NewsHour/YouTube First lady Michelle Obama addresses the DNC after being introduced by military mom Elaine Brye, from PBS NewsHour.
Our life before moving to Washington was filled with simple joys...Saturdays at soccer games, Sundays at grandma's house...and a date night for Barack and me was either dinner or a movie, because as an exhausted mom, I couldn't stay awake for both.
And the truth is, I loved the life we had built for our girls...I deeply loved the man I had built that life with...and I didn't want that to change if he became President.
I loved Barack just the way he was.
You see, even though back then Barack was a Senator and a presidential candidate...to me, he was still the guy who'd picked me up for our dates in a car that was so rusted out, I could actually see the pavement going by through a hole in the passenger side door...he was the guy whose proudest possession was a coffee table he'd found in a dumpster, and whose only pair of decent shoes was half a size too small.
But when Barack started telling me about his family – that's when I knew I had found a kindred spirit, someone whose values and upbringing were so much like mine.
You see, Barack and I were both raised by families who didn't have much in the way of money or material possessions but who had given us something far more valuable – their unconditional love, their unflinching sacrifice, and the chance to go places they had never imagined for themselves.
My father was a pump operator at the city water plant, and he was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis when my brother and I were young.
And even as a kid, I knew there were plenty of days when he was in pain...I knew there were plenty of mornings when it was a struggle for him to simply get out of bed.
But every morning, I watched my father wake up with a smile, grab his walker, prop himself up against the bathroom sink, and slowly shave and button his uniform.
And when he returned home after a long day's work, my brother and I would stand at the top of the stairs to our little apartment, patiently waiting to greet him...watching as he reached down to lift one leg, and then the other, to slowly climb his way into our arms.
But despite these challenges, my dad hardly ever missed a day of work...he and my mom were determined to give me and my brother the kind of education they could only dream of.
And when my brother and I finally made it to college, nearly all of our tuition came from student loans and grants.
But my dad still had to pay a tiny portion of that tuition himself.
And every semester, he was determined to pay that bill right on time, even taking out loans when he fell short.
He was so proud to be sending his kids to college...and he made sure we never missed a registration deadline because his check was late.
You see, for my dad, that's what it meant to be a man.
Like so many of us, that was the measure of his success in life – being able to earn a decent living that allowed him to support his family.
And as I got to know Barack, I realized that even though he'd grown up all the way across the country, he'd been brought up just like me.
Barack was raised by a single mother who struggled to pay the bills, and by grandparents who stepped in when she needed help.
Barack's grandmother started out as a secretary at a community bank...and she moved quickly up the ranks...but like so many women, she hit a glass ceiling.
And for years, men no more qualified than she was – men she had actually trained – were promoted up the ladder ahead of her, earning more and more money while Barack's family continued to scrape by.
But day after day, she kept on waking up at dawn to catch the bus...arriving at work before anyone else...giving her best without complaint or regret.
And she would often tell Barack, "So long as you kids do well, Bar, that's all that really matters."
Like so many American families, our families weren't asking for much.
They didn't begrudge anyone else's success or care that others had much more than they did...in fact, they admired it.
They simply believed in that fundamental American promise that, even if you don't start out with much, if you work hard and do what you're supposed to do, then you should be able to build a decent life for yourself and an even better life for your kids and grandkids.
That's how they raised us...that's what we learned from their example.
We learned about dignity and decency – that how hard you work matters more than how much you make...that helping others means more than just getting ahead yourself.
We learned about honesty and integrity – that the truth matters...that you don't take shortcuts or play by your own set of rules...and success doesn't count unless you earn it fair and square.
We learned about gratitude and humility – that so many people had a hand in our success, from the teachers who inspired us to the janitors who kept our school clean...and we were taught to value everyone's contribution and treat everyone with respect.
Those are the values Barack and I – and so many of you – are trying to pass on to our own children.
That's who we are.
And standing before you four years ago, I knew that I didn't want any of that to change if Barack became President.
Well, today, after so many struggles and triumphs and moments that have tested my husband in ways I never could have imagined, I have seen firsthand that being president doesn't change who you are – it reveals who you are.
You see, I've gotten to see up close and personal what being president really looks like.
And I've seen how the issues that come across a President's desk are always the hard ones – the problems where no amount of data or numbers will get you to the right answer...the judgment calls where the stakes are so high, and there is no margin for error.
And as President, you can get all kinds of advice from all kinds of people.
But at the end of the day, when it comes time to make that decision, as President, all you have to guide you are your values, and your vision, and the life experiences that make you who you are.
So when it comes to rebuilding our economy, Barack is thinking about folks like my dad and like his grandmother.
He's thinking about the pride that comes from a hard day's work.
That's why he signed the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act to help women get equal pay for equal work.
That's why he cut taxes for working families and small businesses and fought to get the auto industry back on its feet.
That's how he brought our economy from the brink of collapse to creating jobs again – jobs you can raise a family on, good jobs right here in the United States of America.
When it comes to the health of our families, Barack refused to listen to all those folks who told him to leave health reform for another day, another president.
He didn't care whether it was the easy thing to do politically – that's not how he was raised – he cared that it was the right thing to do.
He did it because he believes that here in America, our grandparents should be able to afford their medicine...our kids should be able to see a doctor when they're sick...and no one in this country should ever go broke because of an accident or illness.
And he believes that women are more than capable of making our own choices about our bodies and our health care...that's what my husband stands for.
When it comes to giving our kids the education they deserve, Barack knows that like me and like so many of you, he never could've attended college without financial aid.
And believe it or not, when we were first married, our combined monthly student loan bills were actually higher than our mortgage.
We were so young, so in love, and so in debt.
That's why Barack has fought so hard to increase student aid and keep interest rates down, because he wants every young person to fulfill their promise and be able to attend college without a mountain of debt.
So in the end, for Barack, these issues aren't political – they're personal.
Because Barack knows what it means when a family struggles.
He knows what it means to want something more for your kids and grandkids.
Barack knows the American Dream because he's lived it...and he wants everyone in this country to have that same opportunity, no matter who we are, or where we're from, or what we look like, or who we love.
And he believes that when you've worked hard, and done well, and walked through that doorway of opportunity...you do not slam it shut behind you...you reach back, and you give other folks the same chances that helped you succeed.
So when people ask me whether being in the White House has changed my husband, I can honestly say that when it comes to his character, and his convictions, and his heart, Barack Obama is still the same man I fell in love with all those years ago.
He's the same man who started his career by turning down high paying jobs and instead working in struggling neighborhoods where a steel plant had shut down, fighting to rebuild those communities and get folks back to work...because for Barack, success isn't about how much money you make, it's about the difference you make in people's lives.
He's the same man who, when our girls were first born, would anxiously check their cribs every few minutes to ensure they were still breathing, proudly showing them off to everyone we knew.
That's the man who sits down with me and our girls for dinner nearly every night, patiently answering their questions about issues in the news, and strategizing about middle school friendships.
That's the man I see in those quiet moments late at night, hunched over his desk, poring over the letters people have sent him.
The letter from the father struggling to pay his bills...from the woman dying of cancer whose insurance company won't cover her care...from the young person with so much promise but so few opportunities.
I see the concern in his eyes...and I hear the determination in his voice as he tells me, "You won't believe what these folks are going through, Michelle...it's not right. We've got to keep working to fix this. We've got so much more to do."
I see how those stories – our collection of struggles and hopes and dreams – I see how that's what drives Barack Obama every single day.
And I didn't think it was possible, but today, I love my husband even more than I did four years ago...even more than I did 23 years ago, when we first met.
I love that he's never forgotten how he started.
I love that we can trust Barack to do what he says he's going to do, even when it's hard – especially when it's hard.
I love that for Barack, there is no such thing as "us" and "them" – he doesn't care whether you're a Democrat, a Republican, or none of the above...he knows that we all love our country...and he's always ready to listen to good ideas...he's always looking for the very best in everyone he meets.
And I love that even in the toughest moments, when we're all sweating it – when we're worried that the bill won't pass, and it seems like all is lost – Barack never lets himself get distracted by the chatter and the noise.
Just like his grandmother, he just keeps getting up and moving forward...with patience and wisdom, and courage and grace.
And he reminds me that we are playing a long game here...and that change is hard, and change is slow, and it never happens all at once.
But eventually we get there, we always do.
We get there because of folks like my Dad...folks like Barack's grandmother...men and women who said to themselves, "I may not have a chance to fulfill my dreams, but maybe my children will...maybe my grandchildren will."
So many of us stand here tonight because of their sacrifice, and longing, and steadfast love...because time and again, they swallowed their fears and doubts and did what was hard.
So today, when the challenges we face start to seem overwhelming – or even impossible – let us never forget that doing the impossible is the history of this nation...it's who we are as Americans...it's how this country was built.
And if our parents and grandparents could toil and struggle for us...if they could raise beams of steel to the sky, send a man to the moon, and connect the world with the touch of a button...then surely we can keep on sacrificing and building for our own kids and grandkids.
And if so many brave men and women could wear our country's uniform and sacrifice their lives for our most fundamental rights...then surely we can do our part as citizens of this great democracy to exercise those rights...surely, we can get to the polls and make our voices heard on Election Day.
If farmers and blacksmiths could win independence from an empire...if immigrants could leave behind everything they knew for a better life on our shores...if women could be dragged to jail for seeking the vote...if a generation could defeat a depression, and define greatness for all time...if a young preacher could lift us to the mountaintop with his righteous dream...and if proud Americans can be who they are and boldly stand at the altar with who they love...then surely, surely we can give everyone in this country a fair chance at that great American Dream.
Because in the end, more than anything else, that is the story of this country – the story of unwavering hope grounded in unyielding struggle.
That is what has made my story, and Barack's story, and so many other American stories possible.
And I say all of this tonight not just as First Lady...and not just as a wife.
You see, at the end of the day, my most important title is still "mom-in-chief."
My daughters are still the heart of my heart and the center of my world.
But today, I have none of those worries from four years ago about whether Barack and I were doing what's best for our girls.
Because today, I know from experience that if I truly want to leave a better world for my daughters, and all our sons and daughters...if we want to give all our children a foundation for their dreams and opportunities worthy of their promise...if we want to give them that sense of limitless possibility – that belief that here in America, there is always something better out there if you're willing to work for it...then we must work like never before...and we must once again come together and stand together for the man we can trust to keep moving this great country forward...my husband, our President, President Barack Obama.
Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America.
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
Recollection of Yesterday: For my friend Ikoyi
Hi people! its good to know that you are here, reading random thoughts from thsi extra-ordinary girl. Like i said yesterday or it is the one before, am loving blogging sooo much and will be doing this for a long long time, so you will have more of me, trust me.
Well, being on line for hours now reading, reading and reading blog entries from other blogs i follow and just realize its already past twelve and a new day has begun already. I actually wanted to write on today, i mean yesterday, since its a new day already. So i will be calling this post 'Recollection of Yesterday' again, since i already have one post with that title. Or wait oh, i think i should always share the way my day went here oh, yes, instead of bugging my friend always, with plenty gist, that does not make sense most times. He is my 'living dairy' practically, because i call him always to download gist of my day to him.Sometimes, he wont be in the mood to listen oh, but somehow, he will just hear me out. Now, that why i like him and that's what friendship is all about, isn't it? Don't even get ideas oh,cause Ikoyi is just my friend, MPP my personal person and my 'Oyinem' even though he doesn't know i think of him so.
Now, back to what i was saying, everyday, my last entry will be RCT, that is 'recollection of today', or RCY, that is 'recollection of yesterday', if for any reason, i dont post on the previous day.
Now, my RCY goes thus:
I woke up early, around 4 am and started preparing for a group presentation for school.( You know, one gas to prepare cause na continuous assessment be that, and hem! i want to score well well). When i was certain i was ready for the presentation, i got up, did the dishes; by then, the noise from the kitchen had woken Mumcy up. So we prayed, i ate, took my bath and left for school. Now my school is quite far from where i stay so i take 3-4 drops to get there, so i leave early. Its was on my way to school that i saw that ghastly motor accident i posted about earlier. its was quiet bad.
Got to school, did my presentation, and it was awesome by the way, you trust me na. Had my second lecture from 11-1 and was done. I stayed back in school shaa to blog, cause we gas network access for my department. Asper bigz Department levels na. Was in school till after 4 oh, before i left for home.
Call my friend to tell him i was going home and promised to flash him, so he will call me for me to gist him about this blog. I got home, eat, called him,download gist for him small, cause he was quite busy then, and i slept. Woke up after 10pm and started blogging again.
You see, it worked for me. i feel bettter now that i shared my day, with someone; you, this time. Cause i called my friend earlier to download gist for him but his phone was switched off, which means, e don sleep already or him battery don die. Was looking for an outlet for this to share my day, and now, i have found one, RCY.
Even though i know i will still be calling my friend to gist him about stuff, am sure, it wont be soo often anymore cause he is always busy and am always wanting to talk and he is always sacrificing his little time to listen, and i appreciate well well. Only hope he will find time to drop by here always to read my blog and share it on his page cause it will add to my happiness. I know you heard that, you will add to my happiness, that way.
Maybe i should just dedicate RCT and RCY posts on this blog to you, my dear friend Ikoyi, for always always listening, looking out for and caring; in your own way, for mua in spite of my naughtiness. Thanks.
ahha! almost forgot, meet one of my old friends Kingsley today, in school. So happy i saw him. He even rang me while i was sleeping, will holla at him later when day breaks, i hope i don't forget shaa.
See ya all.
Well, being on line for hours now reading, reading and reading blog entries from other blogs i follow and just realize its already past twelve and a new day has begun already. I actually wanted to write on today, i mean yesterday, since its a new day already. So i will be calling this post 'Recollection of Yesterday' again, since i already have one post with that title. Or wait oh, i think i should always share the way my day went here oh, yes, instead of bugging my friend always, with plenty gist, that does not make sense most times. He is my 'living dairy' practically, because i call him always to download gist of my day to him.Sometimes, he wont be in the mood to listen oh, but somehow, he will just hear me out. Now, that why i like him and that's what friendship is all about, isn't it? Don't even get ideas oh,cause Ikoyi is just my friend, MPP my personal person and my 'Oyinem' even though he doesn't know i think of him so.
Now, back to what i was saying, everyday, my last entry will be RCT, that is 'recollection of today', or RCY, that is 'recollection of yesterday', if for any reason, i dont post on the previous day.
Now, my RCY goes thus:
I woke up early, around 4 am and started preparing for a group presentation for school.( You know, one gas to prepare cause na continuous assessment be that, and hem! i want to score well well). When i was certain i was ready for the presentation, i got up, did the dishes; by then, the noise from the kitchen had woken Mumcy up. So we prayed, i ate, took my bath and left for school. Now my school is quite far from where i stay so i take 3-4 drops to get there, so i leave early. Its was on my way to school that i saw that ghastly motor accident i posted about earlier. its was quiet bad.
Got to school, did my presentation, and it was awesome by the way, you trust me na. Had my second lecture from 11-1 and was done. I stayed back in school shaa to blog, cause we gas network access for my department. Asper bigz Department levels na. Was in school till after 4 oh, before i left for home.
Call my friend to tell him i was going home and promised to flash him, so he will call me for me to gist him about this blog. I got home, eat, called him,download gist for him small, cause he was quite busy then, and i slept. Woke up after 10pm and started blogging again.
You see, it worked for me. i feel bettter now that i shared my day, with someone; you, this time. Cause i called my friend earlier to download gist for him but his phone was switched off, which means, e don sleep already or him battery don die. Was looking for an outlet for this to share my day, and now, i have found one, RCY.
Even though i know i will still be calling my friend to gist him about stuff, am sure, it wont be soo often anymore cause he is always busy and am always wanting to talk and he is always sacrificing his little time to listen, and i appreciate well well. Only hope he will find time to drop by here always to read my blog and share it on his page cause it will add to my happiness. I know you heard that, you will add to my happiness, that way.
Maybe i should just dedicate RCT and RCY posts on this blog to you, my dear friend Ikoyi, for always always listening, looking out for and caring; in your own way, for mua in spite of my naughtiness. Thanks.
ahha! almost forgot, meet one of my old friends Kingsley today, in school. So happy i saw him. He even rang me while i was sleeping, will holla at him later when day breaks, i hope i don't forget shaa.
See ya all.
Celebrity birthday: Actress who wore 'mankind's first bikini' turns 72
Raquel Welsh, the American actress, who was named the 'most desirous woman of the 70's' turns 72 today. Welch was described as "wearing mankind's first bikini" and the fur bikini was described as a "definitive look of the 1960s".
Raquel has a son, Damon, 51, and daughter, Tahnee, 49.
Now dont even think her beauty has diminished in anyway cause she still looks gorgeous now, as she did back then. Check her out now.
To everyone also celebrating their birthdays today, i say Happy birthday to you all.
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