<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:33:08.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>life, or something like it!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a peephole into my world. My hopes, dreams and expectations for the future.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-2196846768875199963</id><published>2008-03-03T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:43:49.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-2196846768875199963?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2196846768875199963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=2196846768875199963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/2196846768875199963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/2196846768875199963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-2579699979101890783</id><published>2007-02-27T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:37:12.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey baby blog. how far. sorry i left you for so long. i ain't in Abuja no more and access to the net ain't  as easy as it used to be. but i'll make it up. i promise. i've got loads of gist waiting for you. just hang in there coz when its gona come, it'll blow  your mind. i might even have found a wife for me. now, note the EVEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so till that time, bye ya and love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: if you're reading this, please be aware that i'm perfectly in control of my mentyal faculties. (just for the record)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-2579699979101890783?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2579699979101890783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=2579699979101890783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/2579699979101890783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/2579699979101890783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog!!!'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-3828549364185313622</id><published>2006-12-01T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:28:58.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, about time i did this. I'm sorry i abandoned you dear blog, it wasn't intentional. i just got carried away with the affairs of work. it took a little experience to jolt me out of this and so, here i am. I forgot Lola's birthday. Lola is a friend of mine from back in college. Let me give you the full gist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One day like that when i was in 400L, i went to read in class and met this cute looking part 1 chick. so i chatted her up and we became friends. i started visiting her in her room. then one roomie of her decided that she was going to snatch me from the cute chick and that was how i met Lola. dont ask me how she did it. but she did. she effectively took me away from that chick. anyway, so there i am in my room one night after work (IT) and in comes Lola with a pile of physiology textbooks, saying i have to give her tutorials. i ask, what about your boyfriend, he's a med major aint he. she replies: i cant read around him. that was the beginning of a long time of toture giving late night tutorials to Lola, after which she would return to her boobo's room for God knows what (non of my business). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eventually, they broke up and guess who took the brunt of it, yep, me. i had to play the comforting brother. Next thing i know, she starts to get all possessive and aggressive. i had to put my foot down on a few occasions, haba, i no be your bobo now (now teva i no you're saying stuff but she's way older than me, so no show there). anyways, we sha  eventually got close and very close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now that i've brought you up to speed, the thing is, saturday, nov.25 was Lola's  b'day and i 4got. can't even remember what i was doing that day. this machine has really changed my life. i think i'm leting it have too much of my time. once i get to the office, i just hook up to the network and wham, nothing else matters. and in my usual way(teva style) i sent the girl a text message without the happy birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when she replied, she gave me the "hurtiest" words i'd ever heared. now i'm machine sober and feel miserable. don't even know what to do. but i'm really sorry o. i really am. i'm just still tryinfg to adjust to this new age i'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;okay, gotta post this before the network goes down. L8r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-3828549364185313622?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3828549364185313622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=3828549364185313622&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/3828549364185313622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/3828549364185313622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/12/lola.html' title='LOLA'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-116352459737091053</id><published>2006-11-14T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:16:37.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm not ready to update yet but i just wanted to put this up so you'll know that i havent abandoned my blog. I didnt prepare for an update today but i promise it i'll update soon. so till next time. Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-116352459737091053?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/116352459737091053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=116352459737091053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/116352459737091053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/116352459737091053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/11/bee-bee.html' title='Bee Bee'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-116196242819441021</id><published>2006-10-27T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:20:28.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke Ass</title><content type='html'>you know, i never tried this blog this button before. I remember them saying something about about posting stuff qickly but this is neat. I hope i'm the only one allowed the priviledge. Oh well, here's to the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Micheal Buble CDs arrived yesterday. I've not left them alone since. My best track so far is That's how it goes on the Totally Buble Album. This is all Teva's fault o. It was supposed to be a nice saturday. All we were supposed to do was hang out but what did she do, she got me hooked on the dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah, to the topic of the day. Men, I'm broke. Not just broke O, i mean very broke. You know the type of broke where you're even afraid to visit your bank cos you don't want to be embarrased when they write out your account balance, yeah, that kinda broke. When i entered this laptop palava, i no no say na so e go hard reach but as month end dey draw near, e be like say all my other options just dey run out one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living the way i've lived for the past one year, this is a new feeling. Thank God that i'm not living on my own, Ko ba serious. At least i still get free food and accomodation.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the calm before the storm, so watch out peoples, i'm going to explode soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-116196242819441021?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.omolayomi.blogspot.com/' title='Broke Ass'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/116196242819441021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=116196242819441021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/116196242819441021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/116196242819441021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/10/broke-ass.html' title='Broke Ass'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-116179002919536614</id><published>2006-10-25T14:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:27:09.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eku Ojo Meta (Long Time)</title><content type='html'>Wow,i guess u really lost track of time. The "lack of speed" of the internet connection at the Office contributed too but i guess the straw that broke the camels back as per blogland for me was my new laptop. I'd been waiting since july this year for the thing to come but it was like all the demons in hell were assigned to ensure that i didn't get it. I did everything, i mean everything. Eventually, one dude in the UK said he could get me a really nice laptop at a ridiculous price (cheap i mean) Trust me now, typical omo naija, i quickly subscribed to the dude, sent him all the specs and all, with the expectation that in two weeks i'll be holding my machine in my arms. But that was not to be. To cut the long story short, the dude eventually brought the machines into the county after keeping me on hold for 2 months and then just like that, he dissapeared. No calls, no nothing. He just vanished into thin air. Thank God I hadn't paid yet. He probably sold the machines off to someone elso and ran off. It was like back to square one for me after that. After about another two wwk wait, this classmate of mine from college shows up and says that he's got some nice dells, pentium M and stuff. I jump up and praise the Lord and immediately schedule a pick up date. My dear readers, when the bible said do not be ignorant of the devices of the evil ones, the Bible meant it. can you believe that when i got to my friends house, the six new dell laptops had all been bought up by his pupsy and well, he couldnt reserve one for me cos the man wanted all six and that was all he had. The dude made me waste my credit and transport, only for me to get there and start hearing stories about how he didn't want to upset me on the phone bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was how the issue of a cousin of his that can get me a good laptop came up. I told him what i wanted but i think he either deliberately decided not to listen or his cousin was just plain dumb. AT that point, i was so sick of the whole laptop story that i made some stupid choices. They were going to send me a laptop that i hadnt seen, didnt know anything about other than the fact that it is a compaq and the processor is AMD. WHich AMD, Athlon, Sempron, Duron????????????? bros no answer o. He was just stresing 512MB RAM,80GB HDD bla bla bla.On a normal day, i prbably would have given him the boot but with the way i was craving the machine, i decided to take the chance, believing thea everything would be fine..........................The heck it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the thing finally arrived, after fedex delayed it for another week ( can u imagine, fedex delayed a patcel that travelled from lagos to abuja for 45minutes at the airport for 1 week? i don't know the people who don't want me to get this machine)it was a compaq presario V27something US. definitely not what i wanted, with an AMD mobile sempron. shucks! Not what i wanted. but i had to take it sha for my friends sake. The combination of the delay at fedex and the fact that he put doown his entire september salary as down payment for the machine left me with no other choice. Call me softy or goody two shoes but i couldnt bring myself to tell him to return it after all the stress he went through to get it.He had to literally fight them at Fedex, constantly for the entire week before they finally got the machine at the port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there it is. my enemies have lost. I have a machine. though not what i want but well, its better than nothing. You now what, i just got a flash (must be the Holy spirit). I just remebered that when i wanted to get into college, i wanted to study medicine but i ended up studying pharmacy and only by God's grace. my name came out with the third list, close to the start of the semester exams. I remember my first lecture, i was like samurai jack in the strange lands......Lost! Thank God for Teva who lent me her notes to xerox. (thats how we met). Anyway&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, at the end of it all, i graduated top of my class and with a first class. (neat ehn?) i've never stopped asking myself if that would have happened if i had gotten the medicine i wanted and to tell you the truth, i don't think so. Its not that medicine is hard or something, infact pharmacy is a lot harder cos its more theoretical. The thing is, that was what God wanted for me. So I'm going to console myself with that and try to enjoy my dear little mobile sempron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teva, Thanks for all the support. I'll try to keep up now. I tried to post a comment on tinu's silent words but still couldn't.  Is it cos i ain't blogging in beta. Na them know o, i ain't blogging in beta.Why U ask? Well, since the day i changed my yahoo mail to better, see wahala just to log in. That silly bouncy dude will just keep going at it all day. In fact, its been at it all morning now. Os, no more beta for me, except its offline.&lt;br /&gt;and madame, the babe did not show me. I told you, i'm not ready yet, plus i'm too busy babysitting you. I'm your lovenichal adviser now, abi? so i have to keep in shape so i can catch up with your crush pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo, i dey go jo. 4wardnfiaca, thanks for the CD's though they aint here yet but thanks anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-116179002919536614?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/116179002919536614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=116179002919536614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/116179002919536614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/116179002919536614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/10/eku-ojo-meta-long-time.html' title='Eku Ojo Meta (Long Time)'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115996423664272378</id><published>2006-10-04T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:17:16.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; For some strange reason today, I'm feeling blue. I can't explain why. I couldn't have woken up on the wrong side of the bed; why? you ask, well, its occupied by another dude. i'm sitting in the office, listening to married gist as usual. The topic of discussion, the dangers of childbearing and proper selection of a hospital for childbirth. One of them just talked about how a group of hyperactive doctors accidentally ruptured her membrane, making the baby suck in the amniotic fluid. That, combined with a prolonged labour eventually made her loose the baby. Now its about the rate of dilatation and four fingers and all. The Lord help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss my mom. Part of the reason why i was so happy that i came to the FCT was the oppportunity to be different. I believed that things could be different. I really believed that i could show them at home that things could be better. I still do, but the long wait is taking its toll. Praying is hard. I just manage to say thank you Jesus these days. I don't know what to pray for anymore. It seems like i'm just talking to myself most times. I know He's listening, but you know, at times it just gets to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daddy, dear Daddy, I haven't forgotten, hang in there, soon enough, it'll soon be okay. I haven't stopped believing,even though it seems like there's no reason to continue. Nothing seems to want to work out and it seems like its the same cycle trying to repeat itself. But not with me. I won't give in. I'm a child of God now. I know my rights and my priviledges. Things might not be working out as i planned but they are working out like God planned. Hang in there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; My head hurts. I think its one of the "wisdom tooth" guys popping out again. No wonder they call them Wisdom Tooth. You really get wise. On second tot, its probably cos of my extended use of the computers in the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; At least i found that website for free phone stuffs. Now i can make my N70 really work for me. You can try it out too. Its the Pimp.......... link. Boy, this is depressing. I'm gonna go make myself happy after this. I'm a happy person, not some depressed psychotropic dependent schmuk. There, thats it. I'm goona go make myself happy, whether i feel like it or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115996423664272378?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115996423664272378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115996423664272378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115996423664272378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115996423664272378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/10/blues.html' title='The Blues'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115989398348112983</id><published>2006-10-03T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:50:10.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Guests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/3797/1600/17062006187.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/3797/320/17062006187.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, the fine boy is here. Just wanted to get that picture up there, so you can see for yourself that i'm fine (call me vain if you like).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We had some mean guests at home yesterday. The kind that don't know when to visit on a public holiday. Can you imagine, they arrived at like 6 o clock in the evening with the entire family in tow. I was already preparing for a quick dinner and a good nite's sleep. Kiakia like this, vegetable, fish, chicken, meat and the most dreaded of all Pounded yam was flying around everywhere. I sha managed to eat dinner around 11.00pm. Men was i tired. They all ate to their fill and smiled happilly, telling me Ku ise o (well done) on their way out. Wicked people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Till tomorrow, catch ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115989398348112983?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115989398348112983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115989398348112983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115989398348112983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115989398348112983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/10/wicked-guests.html' title='Wicked Guests'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115954598345841601</id><published>2006-09-29T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:01:49.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Things In Life Are Free (Adaobi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Told you, the best things in life are free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Just had lunch with one of my most beautiful friends. She such a darling. The very epitome of fragility. I met her through another sweet friend of mine who is currently serving her fatherland in faraway somewhere.At first i didn.t know too much about her cos, well, my friend was always around and so we never got to talk so much. When my friend left, the doors were opened and today, I'm the better off for it. Today, I have pleasure of being a friend of one of the most pleasant things God made. Adaobi. She's such a sweetheart. So fragile, so delicate. I likened her to a german panza (the tank) at first but later when i tot about it, i didn't think that was such a good description.I think i later changed it to a lexus or something. Thinking about it now, it should have been a BMW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ada cries when she's upset, a whole lot.When she's happy, she can't hide it but when she tries to sing, i run for cover. I tried to explain to her that singing is about soul and not speech. You should have seen her try to put it into practice. The facial contortions and muscular spasms! I tot she was having an epileptic fit. I laughed my head off. But you see, thats the whole idea. She's a real person.No demos. She's easy to get to laugh, which is also a great asset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She doesn't like stress at all,loves Lauryn Hill and India Arie,is a great dresser and wants to own her own fashion label/outfit in the future. Because of her sweet and merry soul, lunch time for me has now become happy hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Dear Ada, this post is dedicated to you. One of the the sweetest, fragilest, realest (pardon my english) personalities i know. Your smile comes right out from your soul. The way you are, everything about you, is just you. You never "grew up" (read the previuos post), you retained that precious innocence that most people don't. The way you swat a fly, chew your food, eat okro soup (LOL), pout, whine (ever so rarely). The way you would dance (cos i don't think i've ever seen you dance before), that dreamy look. The way you say your pictures look like bugs bunny, the appreciation you show. They remind me of what a wonderful planet we live in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ada, never change. Stay that way. Being you must be hard I know, but there are only so few left. You are an endangered species, a rare breed. For the sake of the planet, for all that's beautiful and sweet, stay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115954598345841601?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115954598345841601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115954598345841601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115954598345841601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115954598345841601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-things-in-life-are-free-adaobi.html' title='The Best Things In Life Are Free (Adaobi)'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115945165655793149</id><published>2006-09-28T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T14:54:16.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Things In Life Are Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That title up there has been stuck in my head for a while now. I've been trying to write stuff on it but the inability of the server in my office to deliver the required speeds necessary to upload the photos that would have made the post potray the intended portrayal (LOL) kept me post poning it. So today, I have decided that picture or not, I'll still write it anyways. The funny thing however is that i dont really know what write or how to start. I just know that i want to write something on the best things in life are free. Maybe its the seemingly dreary tone of my last two posts that got my soul so bent on writing something uplifting for a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember the first time i laid eyes on Timi and Ayomi (Ayomi is the cute little sweetheart that my blogs named after) Those kids. They remind me of what life should be like. Simple, innocent, trusting, you name it. In their uniforms, carrying their tiny bags, the white socked feet neatly tucked into the brown leather sandals, no stress, no wahala, no nothing. Ready to jump on you in an instant without the slightest reservations or any care for pride or dignity. With them, a sorry is usually a sorry (a couple of sweets would also help your case). Last friday, we had to go and inspect a new wate production outlet in maitama. It was well into the evening so their mom allowed them to come along. At the site, the two moma's on the inspecting team, left me to watch over the kids while they did all the work. Watching those kids that evening, running, playing, being naughty--with a touch of innocence, the glow in their eyes, the joy in their screams, the plain transparency of their souls was apparent. Eventually, Timi, completely spent, suddenly slowed down. I took one look at her and picked her up. 30seconds later, she was fast asleep in my arms. Her warmth against my chest, her breath coming out in rythmic peaceful releases. At that point, i tot to myself, this must be what life is all about. A little girl sleeping in your arms, ever so peaceful, ever so confident that you wont let her drop. I didn't put her down until we got back to the office (not even when we got back into the car). That sense of security, that display of peace really got to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What happened to us (i tot to myself), where did we go wrong. Maybe the right question is "where" did we grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A true friend, a child's innocence, salvation through Christ, a mother, the warmth of a family, the knowlegde that someone cares, a smile,............ laughter,......tears,....joy,........peace, happiness, love, exhiliration, excitement, sleep, sight, smell, touch. All for free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;whenever you feel blue, or when your day aint just going right, when you feel like complaining or whining, think on these things. you never know, it just might help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115945165655793149?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115945165655793149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115945165655793149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115945165655793149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115945165655793149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-things-in-life-are-free_28.html' title='The Best Things In Life Are Free'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115918964470201130</id><published>2006-09-25T12:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:17:26.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's nothing really spectacular about today. At least not yet. i'm at my desk as usual, trying to sort through the pile of work on my table. i'm listening to my collection of slows. Tony Braxton's Breathe Again is playing............now its Sarah's fallen. thank God for music. i mean , what would i have done if i didn't have all this music to help me preserve my sanity in this place. On most days, i feel like my dreams are being stripped away from me, like i'm changing. I never in my dreams envisaged myself in this environment. Such inefficiency. Its like we're worlds apart. I spend all my time trying to retain "my self" as me. Its tiring. My boss has called for me as usual but i'm ignoring him. He never does anything. i wonder what they pay him for sef. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's no one with the intellectual capacity to cahllenge me in this place. Maybe thats why I'm so bored. I'm tired of having to listen to old wives tales every day of the week, spiced up with gossip here and there of course. I wish i had people my own age around. People who watch discovery channel), know how to operate their own mobile phones, have boyfrineds and girlfriends (not husbands and children). What i would give right now to be be under pressure, to have a report that will require my staying up all night to finish, to be part of a team of young intellectual people trying to turn a dream into reality, to have to wear a suit to work, to have to speak oyinbo all day long. Oh what i would give.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Theres no one with vision here, its all about the gossip and envy. No one to motivate you, no one to stimulate you to want to be better, despite the fact that they're way older that you (makes you wonder where all the wisdom of the elderly dissapeared to). these people only watch Africa magic and AIT. Not that theres anything wrong with that, if you don't mind being intellectually empty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Please forgive my whining, i'm just tired. i'm greatful to God for this place, (honestly I am) but i long so much to be a young person again. I really miss those good old days at school. I remember how it feels when i go visit my friend at her hotel. seeing them coming from work in their suits, their laptops, their fake fone, all tired, happy and seemingly satisfied. Makes me feel like i'm wasting away here. I mean i'm not being intellectually or for that matter, "characterly" challenged in anyway. Its dangerous when you're young. I spend each day praying God to please help me keep my head above water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have tried o, I really have, the fact that I'm like the most important member of the Unit (No Kidding!) attests to this. My reports don't get corrected, my recommendations, most of the time usually get approved, my Boss gets so mad if i miss work for One day (cos its trouble for him). At first it was fun but quite frankly, I'm tired. I want to feel like a young person again. I want to be challenged. These people here are just using me to get trips and other stuff. They are not even intersted in their own self development, talkkless of others. Most of them can't even use Microsoft Word. I've tried to show them that they need to improve, but they are so stuck far back in their laziness that they wont even take the time to learn. You show them once, they're gonna come get you again when they need to do it. Annoying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not saying they are stupid, its me i'm worried about. I can't wait to get outta hear. December can't come soon enough. Its like a nightmare that's never ending. They'll be okay, they've reached that point in their life where they feel its okay and they have nothing to loose anyways. But for someone like me, who has a vision for life, its tiring. I feel so alone. No one here matches my desire, my goal and my fervency to achieve them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've had to carry my dreams all by myself all this while. Not even in my home do they have the encouragement i need. I dont blame them. Life has dealt them so many blows that they probably dont want to aim so high anymore, probably cos they are afraid of dissapointment. At least they pray for me sha and I know they do it with all their hearts. God, I hope you're listening. Please help, I'm really scared and lonely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm carrying the weight of an entire household on my neck. They all somehow fell along the way at some point, but by Gods grace, somehow, i've managed to pull through. Made it through school in record time, always been top of my class. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't wan't to have to go through all what they had to, i've done everything in my power, andd i've prayed. A little encouragement would be nice every now and then, but it neva comes. The people that sorround me only remind me of home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, time to move on in this journey to trail blazing. I think i feel a little lighter now or maybe just plain stuppid. Whatever ..................I'll be fine. (I Know). Someday, i'll be posting how everything turned out great and things are better, you'll see. But i could use your stories, yep, i could. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115918964470201130?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115918964470201130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115918964470201130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115918964470201130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115918964470201130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-journey_25.html' title='My Journey'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115897391749576819</id><published>2006-09-23T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:12:57.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/3797/1600/17052006180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/3797/320/17052006180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Oga, This is all i really want to say to you, all those smiles and stuff, here's what they mean (guess your not knowing how to use the net has its great sides)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To the Greatest whiner this lifetime has ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh you can whine! You're selfish, conceited and self centered. As long as you get all you want, everybody else can drown. You can't even be trusted to cover one's tracks if it'll put you on the line with management. With a quick nod of the head, you would quickly disown the person and leave them to their own fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The speed at which you deny stuff is alarming. Geeweez. And your underG runs, amazing. I used to think you were a pastor but not anymore. Kai, Oga, e ti le ju (You too much).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please endeavour to always let me do my work in peace, ehn? You'll give me work to do, but you'll whine so much that I'll feel like killing you. Every one who calls must know that there's fire on the mountain. Na only you dey work for DNA.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, when the foreign trips and other gbemu sources open up, we no dey hear that one o. Na so so smile smile we go dey see until you commot. and when you return nko, the smiling continues, until you light another fire on the mountain for yourself. You better take things easy this man, or oneday you'll just drop dead. It will then surprise you thatwork will go on without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As for me o, i have decided to leave you to yourself, I'll do whatever i feel i should do, but i won't be your slave anymore. You don't motivate me enough and you can't even guarantee me a slot here after my time is up. Not that you can't do it, but since it will mean you crossing managemnt, i doubt if you'll do it. You know what, even if you did, i wouldnt stay cos i know you only want me around so you can continue to benefit off my brains. (no More!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I  must thank you though using me the way you have. Now i have much confidence in my abilities and i dont think there's any challenge that i can face in any workplace that i cant handle. Thank You also for the contacts I've made through you (even if you only took me along so i could take minutes and fashion out proposals). Thank you for letting me take stuff for granted at the office whenever i feel like (blame yourself for depending on me so much) and you know what, i wont stop (LOL). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I still love you sha, and I'll be praying for you. Hope you learn that there's more to life than sucking up to your bosses at the expense of the people who work for you and because of whom management knows about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: The next time you whine in my ears when i'm trying to work, ....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115897391749576819?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115897391749576819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115897391749576819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115897391749576819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115897391749576819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/09/oga.html' title='Oga!'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115894472467535813</id><published>2006-09-22T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:05:24.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thank God. I can finally update. its been a really hectic week.its so serious that i'm presently updating from the computer on my boss's table (God help me if I'm caught). oh bother. he's back gotta go later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115894472467535813?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115894472467535813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115894472467535813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115894472467535813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115894472467535813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115877173587280964</id><published>2006-09-20T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:02:15.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Trouble</title><content type='html'>its like 5:44pm and i'm just about to leave the office. dont know what's wrong with this blogger editor thingy. it's refusing to show me the tabs i need to load pictures, adjust the text alignment n stuff. couldd use some help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115877173587280964?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115877173587280964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115877173587280964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115877173587280964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115877173587280964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogger-trouble.html' title='Blogger Trouble'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115876134657141982</id><published>2006-09-20T15:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:09:06.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pounded Yam Palaver</title><content type='html'>It’s great to be back. Like I said the last time, I’m kinda enjoying this blogging thing. So I’m back again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I now o……………….., okay, said I would tell you about my house. Well , I live with  a friend of my mother’s here in the FCT. She’s a nice person generally but she likes pounded yam (literally) three much. I mean, she can make us pound yam like two gazillion times a month. Its not like she forces me or anything o, but my good home training (Up my mummy) coupled with my goody two shoes brain will not let me watch her pound yam……………… Ooooooooooooooh, these women have come with their wahala again o. Now they want me to prepare a report meant to be forwarded to the Zonal Office immediately, as if say I be typist. (we get secretary o but they are scared of her cos she go just dish all of them fine fine). They are all just sitting down,  doing practically nothing and expect me to leave what I’m doing to do their work for them , well, not in this lifetime. Thank God I kuku cannot get query. After all, I’m not a full member of staff. That line has been used to deprive me of a lot of stuff in this place so I don’t see why I shouldn’t use it against them too. You see, whenever nice stuff or stuff that involves money comes up in the office, it suddenly becomes clear to everybody that I’m only a temporary member of staff, the fact that I do practically all the work in the office not withstanding. I mean, my boss even won an overseas trip offa my head. Its not like I’m bitter or anything, really, I’m not. I think I’ve lived long enof to know that it’s good to always wait your turn and not to let people get to you, but at times it just gets annoying. I mean I’m here now in the Office with all of ‘em. I have a pile of work already in front of me and guess what they are all doing? Gossiping! Simply annoying I say, Simply annoying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About mummy jo, ehen, I was describing how nice and well home trained I was (ladies please note). So the thing is, in my house in Lagos, pounded yam is only meant for important celebrations. Not even at Easter and Christmas do we pound yam. We just sit tight, pray n soon enof, some loving neighbor supplies the goodies. Pounded yam only comes in maybe during parties (like my sis’s weddings) or maybe when the in-laws come to visit, n u know what, na the bobo go pound by himself. so u can understand my dilemma. My Abuja mummy can come home at any time and start making us pound yam. At times we’ve eaten pounded yam as late as 11:00pm. You can imagine. It was therefore a thing of great joy when my friend TS (told u about her last time) started coming to the FCT. Once I suspect that it might be poundo nite , after work like this, I would just run off to her hotel (TS, u didn’t let me finish my tour of the FCT hotels b4 u scrammed, I’ll get u someday) n stay there till I’m positive that poundo time will be over. The week that girl left ehn, I pounded so much yam I tot I’lld never be able to stand straight again. It was like mummy just wanted to punish me for all the running away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess some good has come out of it. At least I am now a poundo maestro. That should count with the babes now, abi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115876134657141982?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115876134657141982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115876134657141982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115876134657141982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115876134657141982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/09/pounded-yam-palaver.html' title='Pounded Yam Palaver'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115860220868380687</id><published>2006-09-18T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:20:13.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, i'm blogging (Happy Birthday TS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well with a lil encouragement from a friend, i'm getting my first real post off the ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(now how exactly is this supposed to go)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i guess i should start with a little intoduction. I'm me(as u well know). Born of the 15th Day of the Month of June of the best year this planet has ever seen. I'm cute ( should get a picture up soon enof, so u can verify for yourselves ), dark and intelligent ( well, if you've got it, flaunt it). i'm a little challenged on the muscular side (guess u cant have it all.) but i dont mind really. i'm kinda girly (at least thats what everyone else i know seems to think) but u know thats great too. i'm however not faggish and do not intend to develop any fagiish tendencies anytime soon nor in the future for that matter, so sorry guys, this one's for the ladies. I'm also very much in touch with my feminine side (Growing up with 4Elder sisters will do that to you). Now i know that not too many duded would say this (n i'm still not gay) but its something i'm proud of. I see it as something that makes me kinda special (and not freaky) and the fact that i have a host of female , excuse me, beautiful, classy take home to mama type, female friends must mean i'm doing something right).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I trained to be a drug know it all and i'm currently undergoing my ONE YEAR MANDATORY INTERNSHIP TRAINING (God punish whoever came up with that) with madam my face is on TV all the time DNA in the FCT. if you dont who that is, well, i aint telling. let me finish my one year first, then we'll talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah lets see, work, hmmmm! Work. I get to work with an army of married duddettes who love to gossip. its a miracle that i've not turned into a plumpy married woman yet, considering the amount of "married gama rays that i get exposed to each day". (Thank God for His mercies). at first it was fun but now i cant wait to get it over with. i'm so scared that the Lacadesical demon presently in control of them in the Civil Service will grab me too. Word of Advice : young dude or dudette, looking to a bright future, civil service, No Go Area. Figure it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'll continue this tomorrow, but before i say bye bye, let me once again say Happy Birthday to one of the best friends I ever had. (Of course she's a lady). We've been friends since my first year in College but over the last six months, i've gotten to see a side of her that i never even tot existed. Truth is i always tot she was one big block of cold hard steel (LOL), but spending time with has proved/proven (cant quite make up my mind) me wrong. One of the most surprising things she did was the fact that on two Occasions when her siblings (Ladies o) came to visit, she literally left them in my care. She must have really had a lot of confidence in me (or maybe she believes i'm a faggot (LOL)) cos what my moma told me was that you should neva leave a grown chick with a grown dude in the same place all alone (dont blame the woman, she knows wetin she dey talk). Anyway, Thank God i pulled through on both occasions with flying colors (I think, i mean my head is till standing on my neck, and trust me, knowing eni ti mo ni (that is knowing who i have) i'm positive it wouldnt be if i had messed things up in any way.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But trust mean old life, just as i was about to finish unravelling the mystery, she was whisked off by the flaming chariot of education. Now she's gone off to bros Tony's land to learn how to be like Mr. Bill gates. The funny thing is, I'm kinda missing her more than i expected. Guess I got to used to spending my time with her after work (especially when i dont want to pound yam) Hmmmmm, home, thats another story entirely. I'll tell you about that one tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay, Owo n romi (my hands are killing me). hope u enjoy this. its kinda fun sha. i think i will keep it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115860220868380687?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115860220868380687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115860220868380687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115860220868380687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115860220868380687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-im-blogging-happy-birthday-ts.html' title='hey, i&apos;m blogging (Happy Birthday TS)'/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455211.post-115833197920772177</id><published>2006-09-15T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:52:59.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;well its my first posting. i hope this lasts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34455211-115833197920772177?l=omolayomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/feeds/115833197920772177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34455211&amp;postID=115833197920772177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115833197920772177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34455211/posts/default/115833197920772177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omolayomi.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-its-my-first-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Dedayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02970589118730556721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
