GOOD PEOPLE ARE ENTITLED TO NOTHING. (Your Wahala na your own)

"I'm not going to ask you out again, maybe i'll do it once after your exam and that's it." I smiled back and started back to focusing. Focusing on not stumbling over even though I was leveled thanks to the black leather couch I was holding on to, or was it white? The straight up Hennessy was receiving an Oscar for the best closer of the night, among many other strong nominees, my bloodstream thought so.

I didn't like the music, the same nine Nigerian songs had been in rotation and I was over it. I was bored, I could tell because I was sitting, I wasn't keeping up with beat, I wasn't even humming along to the melody, I was listening to this man, with his grandiose sense of self worth.

You see, a series of events had left me in a weird place. I was searching for something... maybe a coping strategy, I wasn't quite sure what. It was odd, I'd given a considerable amount of time to finding myself, exploring the core of who I was, so why was I at this juncture? I had been shaken, like a house with it's foundation ripped. I was most of all frightened because I was unsure of what damages had been sustained. Just a mess.

Everything had changed, I had changed... 

Just like he and his grandiose sense of self worth were about to realize they were entitled to nothing, I had just realized that I was entitled nothing; there is no reward for being a good person. 

You see growing up, I was taught different. I was taught different versions of the motto: Good things always come to good people, especially those who believe in God... I was going to find other reasons to believe in God because it was simply not the truth. 'Believing' was not a gate way to the good life. Thankfully that part I realized earlier was a lie and owed gratitude to the bible for it, but the essence of who I was, was built on the foundation of the first half of that motto, Good things always come to good people, you do the right things and you'll be okay. My foundation was based on that Reward system.
I was wrong, I couldn't believe I didn't notice the blind spots of that theory till now. I was surrounded and constantly witnessing cases studies of people motivated by greed, selfishness, ignorance and more, being rewarded. I wasn't judging them, in fact I was envious and exhausted.

A good person like me, certainly didn't deserve to be sitting listening to this man tell me, I was not worth his time, but here I was, amused to an extent at his audacity... The way his voiced pierced through the loud music, how his words pounced out with such importance like they were needed to inspire a civil war, the respect he accorded to his low ball glass as he sipped the content of it through and through, as he screamed at me, "I'm not going to ask you out again, maybe i'll do it once after your exams and that's it."... I admired his arrogance. He was ignorant to my new findings, how else did he think he deserved my time, even though I had turned his advances down time and time again, how else did he think it was okay to talk to someone the way he just did to me, so I rewarded him. I played God cause God knows I needed to feel like I had some sort of control in my life. So here I was, I let him finish without throwing a drink to his face.

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Shit! I am going to let him know it's not okay to treat me like shit! 40 minutes waiting, and he thought the correct response to his horrible service was, "I'm not going to release your ID and Credit card to you till you fix your attitude?" I was a paying customer, paying customer for an overpriced drink.... couple of drinks, I was entitled to better service! Why was he so rude? I wondered. Weeks later from dealing with the Mr. and his grandiose sense of self worth, I was still struggling and angry, and now this? Abeg if they sent him to me, let him go tell them he found me. I pulled out my phone to call the police, as I played out every scenario of calling them, all ending with me looking idiotic, and ruining everyone's fun night but especially his. I couldn't see him from the bar where I was waiting, but he was here and my heart was giving my brain a run for it's money. Oh hell, I wasn't in love, but curiosity had always been my downfall, not love and he had the first.

Bartender finally brought my card and ID to my friend, who thought it was better if she handled the situation. She could see I was about to lose it, only he wasn't handled. I stared at the receipt and items he had just shoved back and I was livid, fuck him I thought, fuck him! "Go fuck yourself," I blurted out... I played God cause God knows I needed to feel like I had some sort of control... I got kicked out.

I stood outside, shaded while I watched the droplet of rain fall to the ground, I could still hear the music from the club as I thought to myself, how draining being angry was. I'd been so good to him, but it wasn't enough. I decided I was not going to do anything at the expense of my happiness, whether motivated by good or bad, not if I could help it. I didn't delude myself to think I had reached a resolution to getting myself back to me, but for tonight it was going to be enough because I was really tired of being sad. I was not going to wait for my reward, I was going to create it for myself.

For tonight, he'll my reward, my curiosity was going to be quenched. I took out my phone and typed, "Hey... I need you, what do you say... you take me home... to your home *insert straight face smiley*"
Send.
I sent it before I had the chance to delete it...

2:14 am, 2:15 am, 2:16 am, 2:17 am ...
Shit! I really shouldn't have sent that!

Chronicles Of a International Nigerian Student (Part 3) The Audacity

Here I was looking stupid, trying not to make eye contact with this very cute, short guy, which was hard, very hard, since we were the only ones in the room. I was sitting down in a class, at my school, waiting for the African Student Association meeting to begin, which couldn't, because the very important members of this so called meeting, were yet to arrive. The ASA meeting started at 3:15 p.m, and I painfully arrived early at 3:30 p.m. walking as fast as I could, I met an empty classroom, except for the cute, short guy standing at the door. I let out what could pass for a murmur,

Here I was looking stupid, trying not to make eye contact with this very cute, short guy, which was hard, very hard, since we were the only ones in the room. I was sitting down in a class, at my school, waiting for the African Student Association meeting to begin, which couldn't, because the very important members of this so called meeting, were yet to arrive. The ASA meeting started at 3:15 p.m, and I painfully arrived early at 3:30 p.m. walking as fast as I could, I met an empty classroom, except for the cute, short guy standing at the door. I let out what could pass for a murmur,
"Is this the room for the ASA meeting?"
 "Yes it is," he smiled.

Top 10 Nigerian Food list.

Hello guys, wetin dey shele? Hmnn, I have gist for you people. Recently, there was a riot!!! Stones thrown, tongues firing, heart burning, fingers bumping as words were typed about the top Nigerian Rappers list that was released a few days back. Then it was followed by the Top comedian list which caused another riot!!! Again, Stones thrown, tongues firing, heart burning, fingers bumping as words....... OK well you get the point. Well I was not interested, so I stayed away from it, but I was really annoyed that I couldn't get into the action. I started to think about what could get my blood boiling enough to rant about a list on my social media. I didn't have to search for too long , the answer was right in front of me. As if it was not obvious enough, I was about to put it in my mouth, FOOD.
You see I love food, I think it's the best creation of God and I have my weight issues to prove it. Anyways back to the matter, based on my credentials, I think I am qualified to give my top 10 Nigerian foods, so here we go.

White Rice and Stew

10. White Rice and Stew - Well, Well, Well, I don't think I have to argue, how popular this delicacy is with Nigerians. This is an everyday option for food. I can eat it, in the morning, in the afternoon, in the night and even the midnight!!! Although, it is an everyday food, it is on this list as an honor to filling the stomach of a lot of Nigerian people. Recipe - Tomatoes, Groundnut oil, Onion, seasoning, protein (beef, fish, chicken etc) sauce.

Nigerian Entertainment Awards (Subjective Review) featuring Regular Folks Fashion moments

The 8th Annual NEA Show was held in New York, on the 1st of September 2013. I had been excited for weeks and researched all I had to, on the previous NEA award shows. With my believe in Jinxing, I thought it would be better if I reduced all that excitement and kept my expectations low for the award show so I could enjoy it. Wearing a Virgos Lounge dress, my two other friends and I were about 10 minutes late for show due to the New York traffic.

My Friend and I

When we got to the venue, we were confused exactly as to where or whom we were supposed to present our tickets to, we eventually asked around awkwardly and found our way to the right person. After that, as we proceeded down the stairs, I saw Rita Dominic, cameras, and bright lights, so I assumed that was the red carpet part. Before I could make sure it was, we were rushed to the other part of the room, by a Man who was at least kind enough to help my friends and I down the stairs by holding our hands, on some if you're going to rush me, make sure I don't fall, and  if not it's going to be a problem, red carpet or not (Okay maybe not as glamorous as I'm making it out to be, but let me have my moment.)

 We finally found our seats, with the help of an usher, so we sat and waited, and waited and waited some more. After a really awkward encounter (I will gist you pips later), 2 hours later from 7pm that the show was scheduled to start, 'we started'. The sad part was as Basket mouth who was the host of the show stated, the surprise would have been if the Award show started on time.

Basket Mouth was a really big success as a host, from his jokes, to his honesty, and just his relatable capability, NEA executives might want to stick with him next year. As a host, he was able to carry the show and keep the audience interested and involved, he was excellent. He did not shy away from criticizing the organization of the show, the performance value of the artist and even the laid back attitude of the audience, he even gave his award out, hinting at the shownbeing rigged, which was OBVIOUS. Let me not give all the credit to Basket mouth, lets move to our artists.

Big names in the house included Rita Dominic, Iyanya, Emma Nyra, Ramsey Nouah, (who I didn't even know was there), Sean Tizzle, Olamide, Dammy Krane (who I fell in love with), Muna and Ice Prince. Shey I thought Burna Boy was coming? ehn?  With this said I'm going to dear our wonderful artists that performed to persuasion.
Dear Artists,
         I dey support una music, I even sang along to most of you during the award show, even when you changed the music, because you thought we didn't know the particular song *cough cough* --> Sean Tizzle. Just incase you haven't noticed we are moving to a new age, where most of your earnings will depend on your stage performance and endorsement, even with International artists (Hollywood). Nigerian artists should be the first to understand how to work this system, since you artist had, and have never depended on album sales on the case of piracy, to make money. This leads me to wonder why a lot of Nigeria artist lack stage presence?? It's really not enough to have one day of practice, because it shows in your performances. Even with artists, that their dancers were just, 'off key, off sync, just plain bad, Jesu Oba chei, for an award show?? Why, oh why?

Yours sincerely,

 

A fan.

 

Artist that came at the top for me were Dammy Krane, Olamide, and Iyanya (he pointed at my friends and I and called us sexy, I mean why won't he be at the top for me.) The ladies of the night Niyola and Emma Nyra, also gave me something to sing along to. There was this upcoming artist (picture below) that came out with a masquerade, very wonderful dancers, a female and another male, I also loved this performance, but just like some of the New artist that performed I didn't know their name or names, I mean at one point I thought Vic O was performing because that is what I thought I heard. Which leads me to the organizers....

 

I want to be quick about this because this entry is long enough. Firstly, this award ceremony had a lot of good moments, don't get me wrong clean room, great host, some nice celebrities, and a lot of funny moment even when that guy said EH HE HEA as NEA etc. Now apart from the show starting late, there was no reason for the audience standing up every time to go out of the room, during performances, during presentation, every time!!. I'm not talking about three or four people, I mean like 20 or more people were moving in and out at every moment of the

show. There were a lot of breaks going on which even Basket mouth apologized for, but you guys could use those breaks in the future, for audience to go in and out of the show, if need be. Now Red carpet? Red Carpet! This really can be used as an incentives for people to come to this show. Make them feel like celebrities for one night, let there be Red carpet moments for regular folks and secondly it'll make people not dress like they're going to Ikeja market to this award show.

 

There are many more suggestion but ya'll will have to employ me for that, *wink wink*. Eh he, before I forget, dear organizers don't you think it's obvious enough that we know the award was rigged to suit the artist that came from Nigeria or at the show and some of those awards given out yesterday, could be left off the live show, seriously.

Lastly, the audience, awon formers haha, the audience were more warm than I thought, believe it or not. If anyone knows anything about the Nigerian audience, you'll know they are very hard to please. In total, I did have fun at my 'chair' with my friends, as we did the entire bit, screaming, clapping, dancing and everything. I'd like to think I was part of the fun audience.

 

If you think I left a lot of criticism from this show, remember that this is the 8th Award show, emphasis on 8th, there is still a lot of room to improve.

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NIGERIAN ARTISTS TO SHINE YOUR EYES FOR

"You want to go to study acting? ehn? For where? with my money?.. If after you go to the university and study medicine and want to become an actress that one is your business, but not with my money, you understand?" My mother said....

"Yes mummy," I said..

That was the beginning of my many crushed dreams. I still think i'll become a Nollywood star someday, because I have the nook for it and don't think it's ridiculous. Judge me all you want, more or less. The problem is, I still have to wait a little longer and while I wait, I have my interest dug and buried in the Nigerian Entertainment Industry. Lately, I have noticed some people that have peeked my interest and here they are:

(P.S You might want to pause the playlist at the top)

Chronicles of a Nigerian International Student (Part 2)

.... I fell! I was in class still thinking about what had happened minutes ago, so embarrassing! I would never forget this event in years to come. I felt that was the beginning of me grasping a little of what my mother meant when she said. "America is, everybody for themselves, if you are lucky to have a family, it's every family for their selves " she said. Just like an initiation ceremony, my mother continued with a series of "In America we... People in America do ......., and that is America for you" chants, she rendered.

"Hello everyone, this is Math 1000, welcome" A black, short, "big boned" woman said standing in front of the room. This class was a mix of white, Black/ African American, Asians and what I referred to as 'Spanish' people. The class was moderate in size, but compared to the classes I had seen at UNIPORT in Portharcourt, it was small and very intimate. There were individual chairs-table, which in my opinion was just another sign of individuality that America forces you to be. Hence my confusion as to why the chairs-table were so close to each other, that I thought if I leaned back to relax in my chair I would headbutt the person behind me. This sitting situation was just the beginning of the awkwardness of the situation. It was very quiet in the room; a sort of quietness that is very loud. Loud with the sounds of judging eyes wondering curiously, dissecting.

Nighjerian Entertainment Weekly (Episode 2)

Catch up the top Nighjerian Entertainment News from last week with an opinion on it........ Did you miss last week hot gists?
Take a moment, pause the music at the top and catch up!