Yesterday, I was at the house of a client for a meeting. We were having general discussions about the subject at hand when suddenly he started talking politics, which somehow catapulted into America, the World Bank, and Dunkin' Donuts. My client told me that his son's girlfriend works at World Bank and that he does not like World Bank because they are foreign and they help foreigners. He went ahead to add, "I don't like foreigners." If he had told me this years ago, I would have been pissed Read More
My Sweet Potatoes, We Have A Problem On Verastic
I was driving to a meeting yesterday when I received a phone call. It wasn't a number that I had saved, but I picked it up anyway. He was calling from my hosting company, and he was calling to tell me that I need more bandwidth than I am currently paying for. Apparently, my blog traffic is too much for the bandwidth I have, and I now have to upgrade (and pay double of what I'm paying right now). I don't like the part of paying more, but I don't mind it just because of its implication. Too Read More
My Weekend Recount: Dayo’s Graduation
It's definitely summer cause the events are pouring in. Every weekend there's something to attend, and Igwe and I are currently committed to yet another project, so we have to turn down a lot of events. This past weekend was Dayo's graduation. Dayo is Igwe's little brother, and he graduated from Morgan State University with a degree in Electrical Engineering. Before he graduated, he already had a job lined up for him at IBM. So proud of him. We went for his graduation, and it took so long! Read More
I Just Want To Take Care Of My Mommy
While Igwe and I were watching the NFL Draft on Thursday and Friday, most of the players that spoke said something about their mom. It was always the mom. Mom did this. Mom did that. Even when Kevin Durant - I love him - gave his speech for being selected as the MVP, he said his mom was the real MVP. He cried. His mom cried. His fellow teammates cried. The people in the audience cried. I really, really cried. My mommy is my baby. I protect her like she's a little baby, and I have always done Read More
Being Nigerian: The No-Light Edition
This actually happened a while ago, but I forgot to blog about it. So I jejely woke up in the morning to take a shower and go to work, only to realize that we had no light. It had been raining heavily the night before. I knew as soon as I woke up that there was no light because the cable box wasn't showing its orange time-telling digits as usual and the digital clock on Igwe's side of the bed wasn't showing time either. So I thought to myself, I'm a Nigerian girl nah ... I will not be fazed Read More