simply oroque's view

so today i was lounging about on blogger when i stumbled upon the following post written by a blogger named 'leggy' (follow her blog here: http://www.leggy-freda.com/2013/03/nagging.html?showComment=1364290838035#!/2013/03/nagging.html .). i swear we have world class bloggers in nigeria that challenge me everytime! beyond the wit and humour, she lays a good one on a woman's view about nagging. she says: Nagging is the first thing you learn as a nigerian woman. It's like a passage of sorts. you're taught to not nag your husband or boyfriend. you're taught it by everybody and especially by nigerian movies that tell you that nagging your husband/boyfriend is going to make him meet genevieve nnaji and fall in love with her, and cheat on you and leave you and it'd be justified because your bitch arse was nagging him all around the house. you start talking to your friends about how you're not a nag, justify your guyfriends' stupid behaviours because th...

So as you all know, I’m starting my value adding blog posts. The honest truth is that when I made the commitment to inspire my readers by seeking out interviews with different successful young people, I really didn’t have any leads. I also didn’t have any particular area I thought you’d like to read about…but life has a way of aligning the stars when its time for you to get moving. And that’s how the interview below came about. ‘I Do’ Weddings is the brain-child of a friend that I have known for a long time. In fact, she is a British trained lawyer who was working in a multinational company and by all standards should just sit and coast along like the rest of us are doing. So I was intrigued when some time ago, she just ran the idea of a one-stop wedding company by me. Naturally, as I hear about business opportunities every day from people who won’t move an inch from the sofa and remote control, I brushed it aside. You can of course imagine my shock when I hear from acquaintances h...

okay so y'all know how i feel about the mediocrity of nigerian music. that hasn't changed. i'm still done with the recycled beat but different (still empty) lyrics of P.Square etc...and although they are mega-huge stars in countries as far away as south africa, kenya and cote d'ivoire, i'm still not impressed. i guess its a matter of a prophet never being respected in his home town but hey. you won't believe how many times i have to tell foreigners that i do not personally know ramsey noah, p.square and ini edo everytime i'm about to check in to a hotel in a foreign country. dubai was the best as the front desk lady tried to pronounce d'banj with her heavy accent. so i had tuned off nigerian entertainment for a while until one day i stumble on some dude called MayD. i was so blown away that i was beginning to wonder if all was well with me. for some reason, although he doesn't even try to be classy and all, his music gets me like nothing else. to m...

Okay so the funniest thing happened to me on the ride home from work this evening. There I was in the car absolutely quiet because my head was pounding after a hard day at work. I had just left my desk without shutting down my computer because I had so much half finished work and couldn't bear to lose the progress I had made on each one. As I sat in the car, I kept trying not to look at my phone as it vibrated on the seat indicating yet another email or bb ping or text in the unending stream of human communication. In the midst of this, I remembered that I hadn't paid my nepa bill and this was about the time of the month when they would usually come to physically disconnect electricity cables...then my mind wandered to the amount left in my account and all the bills I was yet to pay and how much I would have left etc. Next thing, after what seemed like a long silence, my phone vibrates and I check it. It's a chat from miss j. Naturally, it becomes priority. It simply read...