simply oroque's view

nigerians really like to feel cool. thats a fact. if you are nigerian, or have lived in nigeria long enough, one of the first things you'll notice is how people just like to identify with whatever the rave is. seriously, even ridiculous trends just catch on like wild fire down here. good example was the time when suddenly all the young girls who managed to gain admission into university felt that it was a show of americanism to use the phrase "like, you know" in every sentence. for no apparent reason, and with no heed to grammatical correctness. you'd hear an over made up girl telling her friend: "so the guy told me, like, you know, that he wants to be my boyfriend, so i'm like i beg your pardon, and he was moving back and feeling cool, like you know, walking away from me until he just fell into the gutter, like you know, like this". i mean, damn. thankfully that passed real quick (or maybe i just grew too old to notice). and so yesterday, someone who

okay, so i came up here today hoping to write about something lighthearted, you know, like how the rain won't stop even though there used to be something called "August Break" when we were younger (maybe we should take all this environmental talk a lil more seriously), and how tiger woods deserves what he got when he forgot for a moment he was a black man, and black men are full of testosterone which the average tepid white woman cannot handle (no racism intended) or even about the very stupid hostage rescue job carried out by the phillipino police some days ago, which left 9 people dead at the end of the dramatic/mission impossible style rescue. i daresay, for once and maybe never again, that i am proud of the nigerian police in comparison to what i saw of the phillipines. even i was doing a much better job with my mouth while watching the thing on television during lunch break at work. but interesting as all those almost-topics may sound, the news story that interests

for the first time in a long time (happily for my chrsitian peeps), i will not be writing about my church after a weekend. and no, its not cos it got burnt down, but because there was no service yesterday. for me, the perfect weekend is one with books, news on television and the internet....sprinkled with some lazying about and politics. just to start out by saying, that i had the perfect weekend. for no reason on friday, i just decided to experiment with my expenditure flow. you know, over time i have realized a worrisome trend with my weekend spending. during the week, i can actually spend next to zero. well, thats because when i had my car, the fuel money would have been paid upfront and administered by my driver with close supervision. i would use my office phone to make all my calls (shhh, don't tell my boss i said that), and eat my one really good meal for free at work during lunchtime (don't let my size fool you, i'm actually not a foodie person). and so, except fo

okay, so first off, this is not my regular blog post of scathing criticism and unashamed whining. its what i like to call a seat filler. well, i know many of you have not watched a movie of the same name (it wasn't exactly box office material) featuring kelly rowland and mel b, but contrary to what you might expect of a movie boasting of two "formerly famous" music stars, it was nothing to write home about. here's the summary: some dude is broke and gets a job filling up empty chairs at award shows in place of invited guests that dont turn up, and then gets to seat next to a real singing superstar (you guessed it, super...ahem...kelly rowland) and as guys always do, tries to pretend to be who he's not to get her. long drab story short, he gets her, she finds out who he really is, he loses her, she can't forgive him and then she does and then thay live happily ever after. you can wake up now. so basically, this is a post to fill in the space until i read th

i'm just gonna pretend that it has not been a long time since i wrote my last blog post. a lot has happened that i am not willing to talk about. love remains slow in coming, i am in desperate need for motivation at work, my car packed up eventually and is on the market for a buyer and everything is a tad slow. but otherwise, i guess i am just glad to be alive (doesn't sound like me right? i know, lol). so you already know that my sundays are usually church filled and my posts are often church themed, so no surprises here. but i heard a story last week that just re-emphasises my opinion, that the church has lost its way in the midst of countless varying interpretations of the same scripture, and that chrsitianity has refused to come to terms with the world as it exists today, quite like the ostrich hiding its tiny head in the sand and leaving its huge body exposed, in the hope that whatever it is running from will just stop being so life-threatening by the time it pokes its he