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05Jun/16

DR. S.O. AND HIS CANE #ITCHANGEDMYLIFE

By Bukola Omotoso

Looking back over my life, I can think of several moments that were significant. The first time I ate Ice Cream, my first kiss, the day I lost my dad, the day I discovered how depressing Pounded Yam really is, the first time I tried to make Amala, etc, etc, but one day stands out to me. It was the day I got to school late.

Let me give you a little background. I must have been between ages 5 and 6, attending a primary school owned by my grandfather. We lived right in the school compound, so there was no reason for me to be late, ever.

My grandfather was a stickler for timeliness; invite him someplace and he would be there two hours early, waiting for you to wake up. He never, ever showed up late. Ever. So, it really grated on his nerves whenever people would show up late, without regard for time.

Prior to this fateful day, he had issued verbal warnings to late comers, admonishing them to come to school on time. He didn’t flog anyone though, not yet.

On this day, I thought to myself, “I never do anything wrong. I always obey all the rules. I ought to relax just this once. I mean, my house is literally a minute away from the assembly ground; I could still be a couple of minutes late and I would be fine.”

Fam, when you start thinking thoughts like this, beware; the devil has a surprise beating planned for you.

So, there I was, strolling to school, late, and with my belt untied. My grandfather saw me, and I don’t remember much else. All I know is, he beat me so much, I had bumps and depressions on my head. My class teacher was pretty strict, but when he saw me that morning, he felt so bad for me. I could see the pity in his eyes. My whole life turned around that morning.

Later, in secondary school, I became some sort of rebel (emphasis on “some sort”); I sagged my uniform skirt, tucked my shirt in loosely, wore my beret only on one side of my head, so that it completely covered my left ear. I was one of the shortest people in my entire class, but on the assembly ground, I preferred to stay at the very back of the line, behind the tallest boys. I carried a towel (a big one, not a face towel) around my neck for one term. It wasn’t part of the school uniform, but yea, I did it.

In all of that “rebellion”, not once did it even occur to me to show up late. I never showed up late to school again. Because, even though my grandfather had retired at that point, and didn’t attend our assembly gatherings often, the memory of that experience never left me. Also, there was a new sheriff in town. And this one didn’t deal in cane; she doled out slaps that would literally make you see sparks. You could be deaf or disillusioned for a full minute as a result.

Even now in my adult life, every time I show up late, I remember the bumps and depressions and think, “Girl, you know better than to be late. Grandpa’s cane taught you better.”

Talk about a day I will never forget.


Tomorrow on #ItChangedMyLife; Day 6 I Discovered Purpose #ItChangedMyLife By Daniel Otabor

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I Met A Happy Blind Lady #ItChangedMyLife by Nissi Inspiration

I Lost My Phone #ItChangedMyLife by Adekunle

I Fell In Love #ItChangedMyLife  By Tomi Adesina

I Watched Scandal #ItChangedMyLife By LordJosh

 

 

04Jun/16

I Met A Happy Blind Lady #ItChangedMyLife

By Nissi Inspiration

Once upon a time, I was so self-conscious, uncomfortable in my own skin and always needing a mirror’s reflection to determine my beauty.

But that was, ‘once upon a time’

It all changed when I met Maria…

On a very gloomy day filled with disappointments, I decided to pay my friend – Tolani – an evening visit, but on getting there, I was unprepared for what I met. I have seen blind people by the roadsides countless number of times, but this is the first time I would officially meet one who isn’t a charity case! And a beautiful one at that!

The lady – whose unfocused eyes pronounced her blind – sat, all smiles, as Tolani fixed her make-up. Speechless as I was, Tolani faced me with a bright smile. “It is good you are here babe, I need you to be the judge” she said when I entered. “Maria has a date and I want to make sure she looks smashing”

I watched as Maria’s face broke into a wide expectant smile. Clearing my throat, I said. “Of course, you have nothing to worry about Maria. Tolani is very good at this” I assured her.

“Of course, with two beautiful women, nothing can go wrong” Maria said in an animated fashion.

I rolled my eyes. “What makes you think I am beautiful?” I asked, knowing she just talked out of courtesy.

She smiled, her eyes unfocused. “You sound like a nice person and nice people are always beautiful to me”

Floored by that statement, I watched in silence as Tolani applied a modest amount of gloss to Maria’s puckered lips. I wondered how Maria must be feeling, unable to personally check out her reflection in the mirror to know if she was truly looking great. Unable to see if the powder blended perfectly with her skin. She just sat there, with a contented smile on her face! How could she do that!

“Yes, I am through” Tolani declared minutes later.

The smile on Maria’s face brightened up the room as we helped her up. The short red gown she had on stopped just above her knees. But the cloth and make-up wasn’t what made her look so breathless. It was her smile. Her smile came from within, making her glow with happiness and confidence.

“You look so beautiful” I said truthfully, seeking to reassure her, but she didn’t need the reassurance.

“I feel beautiful” she responded.

And that! Those three words changed me. Maria, though without eyes was able to change my way of thinking. Though without sight, she was able to look within to find the true definition of beauty. Now I know that beauty isn’t all about the reflection I see in my standing mirror. True beauty can only be felt!

Now, I look less at my standing mirror, and I look more at my inner mirror, because it is not enough to look beautiful. Feeling beautiful is the ultimate!

I met a happy blind lady, it changed my life!


 

Tomorrow on #ItChangedMyLife; Day 5 Dr S.O. And His Cane by Bukola Omotoso

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I Lost My Phone #ItChangedMyLife by Adekunle

I Fell In Love #ItChangedMyLife  By Tomi Adesina

I Watched Scandal #ItChangedMyLife By LordJosh

 

03Jun/16

I Lost My Phone #ItChangedMyLife

By Adekunle

Should I, a professed Christian, called to be a saint, a child of God, a member of Christ, a temple of the Holy Ghost, should I be covetous, sensual, proud, or envious? Should I yield to impatience, discontent, or anger? Should I be slothful, unbelieving, or unmerciful? What effects will such conduct have upon others? All that God has done for us, or by us, or given to us, should lead us to watchfulness, self-denial, and diligence. Next to the sinfulness of sin, we should dread the scandal
– Matthew Henry.

I earned N5000 per month for six months as an Industrial Training (IT) Student attached to Federal Radio Corporation of Nigeria, Headquarters Abuja. There was a Strike in the period by the Radio Workers Union and because I showed up to assist the management, I was paid an extra N7000. That is a total of N37,000.00

Before I resumed school for my final year, I decided I was going to buy a new phone. The NOKIA E63 (You probably don’t remember what it looks like now but it was a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIG deal then); So on this beautiful Saturday, I drove to Emab Plaza in Abuja -popular place for several phone shops and unloaded a total of N36,000 for my new phone.

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NOTE: N36000.00 is just One Thousand naira less than the entire income I received from my workplace throughout IT.

 

I could interest you with the reactions to my new phone (mostly excited with me feeling super cool) or bore you with details of how I got my accommodation for first semester 500 level but I shan’t. I will just go to the point where my life changed.

 

Minna was hot. You know how the heat wave of this year was across the country? Well, that was the norm in Minna. So on this fateful night, I elected to sleep in the living room of the house, keeping my phone among other ‘prized’ possessions safely (?) in the bedroom and the best part of it? I decided not to lock the main entrance to the house. (I don’t think it was the first time)

 

I woke up in the morning for a new day and I saw my roommate, Sogo. He said and I quote “We’ve been robbed”. Now, Sogo typically reacts to bad stuff by laughing- He was NOT laughing that day. By now you have probably very successfully guessed E63 was no longer present within the premises, custody or handle of either of us. In English, N36k was gone!

Those of you who know me know that I don’t collect plenty money from people in any way neither do I “do Yahoo Yahoo” or so, as Sogo rightly reacted, it was not a FUNNY Something.

 

As we all react to issue of stolen/missing items, I went out, looked around [as though the phone merely went out for an early morning jog and collapsed just outside the door] and asked. There was this young guy who seemed helpful (which is probably why I suspect he had something to do with the theft) and suggested that I go meet a “Baba” around some corner of the house that could miraculously do something about the situation and I did something I would NEVER imagined I would do. I looked at Sogo like “what do you think?”, His look like “What are you talking about?” helped bring my brain back home. Now let me be clear, I am ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN I would NOT have gone to any Baba, whether or not I got that reset but the fact that I didn’t dismiss it IMMEDIATELY it came was a personal disappointment for me but #ItChangedMyLife

 

From that moment on till now, I am not aware of ANY material possession that I have/would value so much as to CONSIDER such error. I have God to thank for that, and perhaps the thief. It was a lesson well learnt. There is nothing that I have received that I shouldn’t be able to give back. Nothing!

 

Now before you get all “touched” by this, Know that sometimes [I SAID SOMETIMES O!!!], I get stuff of value, and while I am immensely grateful for the gifts and show my gratitude, I..errr…don’t treat the stuff with the ‘prestige’ people expect so maybe that is a by-product of my lesson. But I’m certain that the Person (GOD) that taught me not to ‘grab’ anything will also teach me to hold some of those things more dearly than I ordinarily do.


Tomorrow on #ItChangedMyLife: I Met A Happy Blind Lady #ItChangedMyLife By Nissi Inspiration

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I Fell In Love #ItChangedMyLife  By Tomi Adesina

I Watched Scandal #ItChangedMyLife By LordJosh

01Jun/16

I Watched Scandal #ItChangedMyLife

By LordJosh

It was the year 2013, I’d gotten a new TV series from a friend, and it was supposed to be very interesting. I was skeptical, it was not my type. I preferred shows like Pysch, The Mentalist, The Big Bang Theory; they were heavily loaded with comedy. But hey, I had nothing else to watch so I opened the ‘Season 1’ folder, opened the first episode and like that I was thrust into the world of ‘Scandal’.

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Now for those of you who haven’t had the privilege to watch Scandal, here’s a short rundown of the Series. It is the story of a crisis manager, Olivia Pope. When she is not helping rich people get rid of bodies or manipulate the press, she is sleeping with the married President of the United States. As you can imagine, being the concubine of the president can’t be easy especially with the cunning and conniving woman that is the first lady. I know this goes without saying but Olivia’s life was a roller coaster.

Still waiting for the moment my life changed?

Hold on.

After watching a few episodes of Scandal I couldn’t help but admire the work of the writer of the story. The way Olivia’s life was tossed up and down interested me. I loved the fact that the writer of this story controlled this powerful woman and even the most powerful man in the world; President Fitzgerald Grant. The writer made a mess of their love affair, exposed them, broke them up then when she saw fit brought them back together. I was fascinated.

This was the point when the bulb lit up; I wanted to do this!

I wanted to make people fall in love. I wanted to make people hurt people (I’m all good inside, I promise). I wanted to create annoying heroes who saved lives. I wanted to discover new cities and countries. I wanted to create drugs worse than cocaine. I want to break lives and I wanted to mend them.

I wanted to write.

And so that night, I wrote the first episode of Nicholas.

The morning was cold, the leaves were wet; it wasn’t a pleasant time to run…

I wrote that episode and sent it to a friend (shout out to Dolapo) and the rest as they say is history. Since that night I have written seven full length stories and I’m working on publishing my first novel. Watching Scandal at the time triggered something in me, it brought out something that was buried deep, a desire I was yet to know I had; it changed my life!

So maybe a movie isn’t what will change your life, Scandal wasn’t exactly what changed my life, Shoda Rhimes, the creator and head writer of Scandal did. She was a person doing what I wanted to do, I saw her and it challenged me to finally get off my butt and do something with my talent.

Who are your heroes? Who are the people whose work you admire? Maybe it is time you stop admiring and applauding and get to emulating. I’m not Shoda Rhimes yet but the fact that you are reading this is evidence that I’m moving in that direction. You love LordJosh? Thank you. But maybe you should get out there and do something I can love about you too.

The best time to start? Today!

Watching Scandal changed my life only because I took a challenge from what I was watching. Take a challenge from what you just read and maybe, just maybe it will change your life too.

 

Tomorrow on #ItChangedMyLife
Day 2: I Fell In Love #ItChangedMyLife by Tomi Adesina.