Moved….

Hi guys,

As you might have noticed, I have stopped blogging on here for some few years now.

It all started when I went in search of myself after realizing that I was lost, hence the need for the break. As faith would have it, I found my way back to blogging but unfortunately, not on this site and not the usual blogging style of mine you are used to.

I am now an Happiness Promoter and I try to inspire people through my writing, my thoughts and expression of words, situations, and the world through my view.

There is a limit to what I can type here as no single post can tell the full story but if you will like to be a part of my new blog which I hope you do, kindly join me on https://tolawrites.wordpress.com. Please subscribe (You will be glad you did) and do share your thoughts on every posts.

Hope to see you soon.

Thanks.

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Eko

I couldn’t pass by this without sharing. I hope you all do enjoy the beautiful and true discription of our Eko. Eko for show, Eko wenjele, Eko oni Baje o!

hardehyi

Eko

Eko,

Home of Excellence.

From the creeks of Apapa,

To the waters of Badagry.

From the struggles of the Mainland,

To the affluence of the Island.

 

Eko,

Such a diva.

The world revolves around her,

The world is at her feet.

 

Eko,

Where people keep up with the Joneses.

Coats are not cut according to size,

But according to the neighbour’s.

 

Eko,

Where the patient dog gets nothing.

Where being the early bird,

Is sometimes not enough.

 

Eko,

Where fame begets fame,

Power begets power,

Wealth begets wealth,

Prestige begets prestige.

Everyone pulling their strings.

 

Eko,

Like a prostitute,

She spreads her legs for all and sundry.

Pay the price,

Enjoy the ride.

 

Eko,

She entices you,

With the good things of life.

Makes you believe,

Believe you can have it all.

The reality however, is daunting.

 

Eko,

Every man for himself.

Mothers…

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From the Hidden Blog

No protocol was observed while sharing this post from an underrated and a semi-hidden blog.
I decided to put my ‘friendship’ on the line cos of you guys (my readers). I know its going to be a good read so please read, comment and share with your friends. Thanks!
Now to the post…..

as i sit here to write this journal i cant help  laugh and smh… this my new goal is going to be a very difficult thing

well.. i got a call from black bb ( of course you dont expect me to give you his real name) that he misses me. let me giv u a brief story about.

Black BB and i went for a professional course sometime last two years.. and we were regarded as the brainys of the class. i wont lie, that was a big surprise to me considering the fact that i know education is not one of the tings i am godd at. anyway we got talking almost when the school was  coming to an end and in a way our friendshiip grew.

one day i asked him for help on one of my projects and he said in reutrn ill give him a kiss.. i didnt mind as long as i get my work done.

the first time we kissed i knew he was stuck! yep i knew.. i am very good at reading peoples body language and it wasnt hard to know he would be needing sex soon. because of this i took pride in teasing him with the way i look.. a little flaunting of my skin(trust me my skin colour is a very unique one)

the first time we had sex was wild! in his office.. i had gone to visit him and we started making out.. it got soo tense. his kiss was like fire on my skin his hands, rough but yet perfect. it glided over my thighs without any hitches. i felt him and i loved the feeling.. he gently turned me around bent me over a little, pulled my thongs down and thrust into me!.. i dunno but everything else didnt matter. he began to move slowly and.. then increase his pace.. i cldnt stiffle the moan any longer i had to cry out in ectasy… #sighs.. it was d bomb

another one i wont forget was one cool night. i left my office and all i could tink of was his *popsicle*. when i walked in.. i didnt nid to talk i just drew him to our sex spot (one office with plenty tables ) and began to tease him i put my hand gently behind his head and massaged. spoke very gently to him and kissed him lightly all over his face.. i cld feel his breath quickning.. i wasnt in a hurry so i let the game go on and then i wrapped my finger around the popsicle and grabbed gently his grip became hard, i knew he wanted me so badly so i gently turned my back pulled down my pants and sat on it gently. he grunted and grabed me harder.. o yeahh i was running the show i began to move gently..”delilah u fucking me” was all he was saying.. and i loved it. he put his hand on my waist and tried to change the pace.. but no way. i am controling this.. i began to move slowly;arched my back to let him feel every inch of me and my wetness.. and then he began to moan loudly.. o yeah he reached the peak.. and grabbed my waste tightly. i increased my pace and….  oya stop!! bring ur mind back here and stop imagining it was u..

anyway all this happend like last 2 years. he calls me up yesterday night when i have decided to remain celibate for months *rme* when i was horny he was MIA

i dunno what to do.. sex with him is always exciting. the thot of him sucking my boobs alone is driving me mad.

delilah!  THIS IS GOING TO BE A VERY VERY CRAZY TIME! WHAT DO I DO??

Goodbye….

Saying ‘Goodbye’ is one of the hardest things in life but one way or the other, either we say it or not, there are times we just have to move on leaving some things behind us.

I have always wanted to do this for more than a year now but somehow, I always find myself shying away from the reality of the fact that it was time for me to move on.

Maybe it was due to the fact that there was a point in time when I derived so much happiness and self-satisfying pleasure in doing it, or maybe how sad and lonely I will be without it.

The truth still remains that I love everybody I met on twitter and the love I have for them will continue to linger in my heart even after this day.

Being a twit-addict was one life I lived that I can never forget. I loved the rantings, the sharing of opinions, the #TeamNoSleep and the smiles that comes with the feelings that some people are waiting for me to tweet. They want to read my opinion about an occurrence, a song, any random stuff or even my so called #BreakingNews and other mischievous tweets.

Being a twit-addict was so much fun that I owned two twitter accounts in other to foil twit-jail. I was known for clogging peoples TLs and tweeting round the clock but today, after a year and some few months that I stopped active tweeting, I have de-activated both accounts.

Maybe its cos they have outgrown their usefulness or maybe it cos when I said “I am not my tweets” some few years back, I was just being a realist.

Various researchers have proven that those that ‘do well’ in most social networking sites and other messaging devices are people that are naturally introverts and judging with my case, they are absolutely right.

Saying goodbye from twitter doesn’t mean goodbye forever, it just mean “#MovingOn without twitter” and have gone to find myself.

Thank you tweeps for making it a lovely ride and Thank you twitter for a wonderful opportunity.

With Love
@MafabaAlaso

Saving the Christ in Christmas

I know you do visit this blog more often than I do but as we all know, students are expected to read ahead of the class, so also I expect you all to read ahead of this blog so that once I publish a post, the comments will flow in X_X.

I also know that you all have pardoned me for going on sabbatical cos of my excuse which is no other than that same excuse you give for not reading the post or posting a comment :p

Now, Lemme introduce to you a guest writer on this blog who brought about this idea of ‘Saving the Christ in Christmas‘. She is my one and only associate, a companion and most of all, a motivator. Let’s rise on our feet as we all welcome ‘Kiki‘ to lead us into her world but before then, I will like you all to help a friend of mine who is on the hot seat answer this question…..

 

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As a child who grew up in Nigeria, the whole essence of Christmas to me was going to church on christmas day, boxing day and the best of it New year’s eve I always enjoyed things like the carol of nine lessons, the nativity play and the story about the birth of Jesus. Well that is not the case here.

Fast forward ▬▬▬▬▶ 10 years later am in Canada. Christmas is totally not the same, rather it is Xmas; a time to exchange gifts and sit at the dinner table with family and eat the classic Christmas dinner of turkey, gravy and potatoes.

No one mentions Christ anymore in Christmas. In fact, santa claus aka father Christmas has taken over the whole reason for the season, he has brainwashed our kids that they don’t even know its Christmas, all they believe it to be is Xmas which just like the ‘Egungun festival‘ where ‘Egun are expected to be on parade, so also are ‘Father Xmas‘ expected to be on parade during Xmas.

Over here, all people ever talk about is how many gifts they got, what they got and who got it for them, or how they are going to make the turkey for Xmas. It is all about Xmas shopping, the malls are open for longer hours and people are always there. The worst of them all is boxing day, the day everybody and their entire generation goes to the mall to buy things they really don’t need all because it is on sale.

Christmas has been turned into another opportunity for retail stores to make lots of money. No one ever mentions ‘ohhh lets go to church to celebrate the birth of Christ‘. some stores are even open for 24 hrs just because it is Christmas period. Only because its a public holiday do most of them close and then 26th of December every store is filled to the brim with people buying ‘God knows what‘.

Some people are known to camp outside stores just to get in as soon as the stores open to buy things on sale, no one remembers that our saviour ‘The lord Jesus Christ’ was born on the 25th of December rather it is just another day to sit home exchange gifts and eat turkey. As Christmas draw nearer all I hear in this part of the world is ‘ohhhhhh I just finished my Christmas shopping…., am going to make the turkey in a different way…., my granddaughter wants piggy in a cup for Christmas…. and that  blah blah…. ‘ we have forgotten the Christ in Christmas.

Correct someone today, ‘Christ‘ ain’t same as ‘X‘, its ‘CHRISTmas‘ and not Xmas‘.

Merry Christmas peeps, do have lots of fun and rejoice in the birth of Christ.

NB: Your gifts are with him, if sighted, hold tight cos he’s got an hamper full of agalumo, ofio, tanfinrin, balewa, baba dudu, eko (white papa), Kunnu, Shepe and monkey tail for you all.

 

EnJoY!!!

The Oranges

I know I’ve been carrying last on here but you guys need to visit www.mafaba.com from a PC and see what google is doing on there #MovingOn

Very few of you already know this story am about to share but majority of you don’t. For those who don’t, please be calm, don’t just spring into action after reading it but take time to think about how well you can personalise messages to make them yours, and for those who already know, how has it contributed to the improvement in the way you work??

This is a powerpoint presentation from my mail box, Enjoy!!!

Thoughts on how to be better in our jobs and life!!!

John has been working in a company for two years. He is serious, hard-working, responsible and punctual. He is proud because in two years he has received no warnings and reprimands.

One day, he looked for the manager to make him a complaint:

“Sir, I’ve been working in this company for two years. I like my job and work hard, but I feel I am not valued. Look, Rob started in a position like mine just 6 months ago and he has been promoted to supervisor.”

Uhmmmmmmmmm…. The manager thought and said:

“I would like your help in solving a problem. I would like to give some fruit to the employees at lunch today. In the market, which is on the corner they sell fruit. Please, can you ask if they have oranges?”

John tried his best to do this task job and 5 minutes later he returned…..

Manager: O.K John, what did you ask?
John: Sir, they have oranges to sell.
Manager: And how much were they?
John: Ahhhh….! I didn’t ask
Manager: O.k, but did you see if they have oranges for everyone?
John: I didn’t ask it Sir
Manager: Is there another fruit we can use instead of oranges?
John: I don’t know Sir, but I think…
Manager: O.K, please sit down for a moment.

The manager took the phone and called Rob.

When Rob was in front of them, the manager gave him the same instruction as he gave to John and 10 minutes later, Rob came back.

Manager: O.K, Rob, what news do you have for me?

Rob: Sir, they have oranges, enough for everyone, but if you prefer they also have banana, papaya, melon and mango. The price of the oranges is UGX 14.000/ kg. The banana is UGX 5.000 per bunch, mango is UGX 7.000/kg, papaya and melon UGX 3.000/kg. They told me if we buy 25% more they will give us 8% discount. I reserved the oranges but if you prefer another fruit, I have to go back to confirm the reservation.

Manager: Thank you Rob! But wait a moment please…..

Manager: John, what were you talking to me about?
John: Nothing Sir, excuse me.

Moral
It is important we do our jobs with our best effort, even for the simplest activity; otherwise nobody will give us the most important jobs.

Every time that we use information correctly, we have the opportunity to personalise it

If you think that this moral can be useful to your brothers, sisters, cousins, family, colleagues, share it with them,… be like Rob, not like John.

Don’t leave that MORAL just in the workshop.

10:15 – Mafaba’s Day

This post will be open to all for some hours before its password protected and the good thing about it is that the password will be today’s date (mm/day) i.e october15

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Its 10:15
The dawn of a new year in my life
The beginning of greater things
Like play, like play,

Mo ti di extra-large

Large enough to be the father of all nations

I have always lived in order to see this day
I have been the jack of all trade yet master of one

I think I have found solace in reading

It keeps my heart in its youthful form

And makes me worry less even in the mist of obstacles

I really don’t have a mind
I really don’t have a life I live
I really don’t have a say
All I know I’ve got is action
The will to do as directed
The courage to deliver a message as sent
The boldness to help others face and conquer their Goliath
The strength to keep smiling even when tears keep dropping
The confidence to help others build up courage

And the desire to carry on

Plus a Twitter account

*now singing in Dare’s voice*

I am not the saint that you used to know
Am a shadow of myself
I turned a new leaf long ago
Like a dog that will be lost
Will never hear the whistle of the hunter
And I know that some day
Will be you
Scolding me
For good

The post up there is in two parts, you’re left to decide which to believe and which not to but for taking out time to read my post once again, check out this link and tell me who u see http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=117430287562&set=a.115598677562.107611.91395752562&type=3&theater

HaPpY Birthday to me, Put a smile on your face, make someone happy and let’s celebrate Mafaba’s day together.