Blogspiration for Today: My Doughnut Customer’s call

 

Hi everyone! Hope your day was great? Mine was.  

First things first, this post is overdue. Yah! Thought to get that out of the way. Secondly, this post might be long and as boring as my life is right now. Toh! Just thought I should warn before you dive in. Lol

Okay, now to the gist. I received a call from someone very special two days ago and I have been basking in the excitement since. The call is actually the inspiration for this post (that’s how I came about the post’s title) and no, the call wasn’t from a “toaster” and I still don’t have a boyfriend, thank you very much... Remember in my last post I told you I went through a catering training before I left for service? So during my service year, I decided to start a small business. I madke doughnuts, package it and supplied to shops in Akwanga town. (I served in a village called Andaha, it’s about 10minutes drive to Akwanga town in Nasarawa state).

Thing is, when I started, most of the shop owners I approached refused to collect my doughnuts (even with the prospect of staying in there shop and making cool 10naira on each doughnut oo), saying “it won’t sell”, “they no go buy”, “here na village” (lol) but this man (the one I call “my park costumer”) accepted to sell my doughnuts without any complain and beyond that, his entire family accepted me completely. He sold my doughnuts everyday till I passed out. During the period, this man and his wife became like family. The wife even connected me with a driver that plies Andaha-Akwanga route and he conveyed my doughnuts from Andaha to Akwanga free of charge, he also (the one I call “my bro”), became family. Once, when I fell ill and had to go home, they called me everyday till I returned. Times when I wanted to give up on the business cause of the stress and narrow profit margin, this man or his wife will call me and encourage me. At times when “market no move” and the doughnut will grow fungus, they will, in a soothing manner console me and tell me”this week market no dey but next week, e go better”. I mean these guys took me like their daughter-worrying about my health and safety, complimenting my new hairdo and stuff like that-If that’s not love, tell me what is… It was this man, the owner of the first provision store in front of Andaha Park; the husband of the woman I call aunty, that dark Igbo papa that always smiles and call me Corper shun- he was the one that called me two days ago. He called to find out how my parents and I are faring and prayed for me to get a job soon. That was the second time he has called me since I returned home and that call made me feel so loved that I thought I should share my excitement his call brought to my soul with you all.

By the way, today, I fried fish and it didn’t scatter in the oil. In the past, my attempts at frying fish have always ended in disaster (the oil or fish[I don’t know which] making bomb like sounds, oil flying everywhere staining the kitchen walls and scalding anyone in sight, the fish disintegrating, turning out like sauteed shredded fish ) but today, everything came out whole, tasty and properly fried. It made me super excited.

Am Back

Hi Everyone! It has been ages since I last blogged and I have countless reasons why, but I would not bug you with all that, instead let me fill you in on what’s being happening with me.

 Firstly, am a confirmed Nigerian graduate now (Uhum! Raises eyebrows, does a little pout and shakes head). I have finally completed my one year compulsory national youth service corps NYSC oo. It wasn’t easy, but I thank the Lord.    

Hmm! Is the NYSC serving its purpose? Should it be scrapped or restructured?  Someday, (soon, I hope) I will do a blog post to give my take on those questions, based on my experience.

OK! During the course of my service year, the relationship I entered, just before I went for service, crashed; like my much loved HP mini laptop, it crashed. Imagine? Good news is, I was strong this time around. I cried less and moved on faster. You see, since my relationships have decided to be crashing anyhow like an over used Bold 6, I have vowed to keep moving on without missing them. Lol. It’s not that easy sha oo, but right now, I care less(actually, sometimes I do care) about men and their wahala.

Again, during the course of my long absence from this blog, I decided to pursue one of the things am passionate about, catering. Oh yes! I know. Some of my friends from Uni days will be reading this and be like “catering, passion ke”? I could count the number of times I cooked real food while in school. I practically lived on noodles, Mama Blessing’s fried yam and chips and well, good ole garri. Suffice to say, there is no recipe that yours truly can’t concoct.

I also embarked on a HHJ (Healthy Hair Journey). So am practically obsessed with my hair right now. I never used to care of my hair, (that’s when I allow it grow) because I was always on low cut. I recently found out you can grow African hair to whatever length you desire if you created a regimen and follow it religiously. I read up about hair on-line and started a HHJ and so, my hair has greatly improved and has started showing signs of growing.

Finally, during the course of my absence here, terrible things happened to our beloved country Nigeria. Boko Haram’s incessant violent and tragic attacks, abduction of over 200 young girls, corruption and blatant cluelessness of the country has left me in despair at worst and in a wicked limbo at best. You see, I love Nigeria so much that I constantly hurt whenever I hear or read about the evil that is Boko Haram, so I don’t listen to news anymore nor read any Boro Haram news online... Our country is at her most trying time, lets pray, work and hope that things get better. May God help us all, amen.