Month: August 2010

>Ungrateful Rant


>I learn every day, from other people and events around me, but like many other people, experience being the best teacher is the one closest to home.
Experience unlike other teachers doesn’t give you that menacing stare or that whip on your behind.
Its not far off for you to watch.
Experience is you in the act, doing the act, experience is in your head, recording every decision, every action.
When the end of the particular lesson is there for you. Your mind plays you the reel.
You see it all, as you acted it out. Word for word, taking you through every moment and emotion, you can never escape it…. cause if a similar scenario plays out, experience plays out in your mind and you’re immediately alert.

I’ve got a great relationship with experience for one simple reason; i no dey hear word. Tell me not to do something one minute, I’ll most likely be doing it the next moment your face is turned away.

I’m just like that. Maybe its cause of being indulged as a child. Don’t think I’m blaming my folks cause they definitely tried to correct me, but my extremes where, lets just say, bothersome….

I’ve spent a year working day and night for this company, and for the first time I’m going against my norms; which is being unreasonably stubborn. Now I’m just fed up.

Typically i would have stuck to my guns and said I’d see this through, stick it out through all the shit I’ve been shoveling.
Tell anyone who cared that i wasn’t going to do what was expected of me. Because the truth is, this place sucks. After a year and I’m still given the same treatment, if not worse.
Rather than wait for my reward here, I’ll expect it in heaven.
In no way in my employment contract did they say either party was a charity or a volunteer program.

Employment agreements in Nigeria are becoming more like slave contracts day by day. Sadly no one seems concerned cause the next guy doesn’t mind having your job. In Nigeria its better to have a job that offers shit than become inventive or requires you to think on your feet.

In a lot of ways I have no idea what life after I leave this place is going to be like (maybe i will sooner than I think). But I’m sure I’m fed up of this kind of ass kissing.

All around me, ingenuity has died, instead, what is replaced is a desire to please the boss.

Its utter rubbish, and in my own opinion, has strong signs of the death of individualism.

But who am i to say anything….

I’m just the supervisor……

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>Re- Up.. Smiley style..


>yeah ! yeah! yeah! i know, its been a while, almost # months to be exact.
After all the promise and oaths i have taken in front of Obatala and Sango i still ignored my blog.
Go jor!!! haven’t you made me feel guilty enough…
well in the event that any of you sees this post please accept another apology letter from your Humble Griffin.
Its actually more like an excuse.
The truth is there have been so many factors……
from finding my centre to rediscovering the Love which i thought was once lost (yup! Smiley’s back).
to twitter addiction (follow me @griffinstreaks).. eheheheheheheh…..
Then there’s the work… Oh the whole of it. WORK!!!!

I know i shouldn’t be complaining but work is one helluva binsh…
Haba! if my parents had properly explained to me that i would have to work this hard to earn a mere living, i would probably have conned them into believing I had down syndrome or something like that.
but at the end of the day, my mind is a restless place and it endlessly seeks ways to express itself.

Then there’s Smiley. Cute, feisty and a full of strenght. like i always say, don’t be fooled by her delicate frame…

i lost her cause i got lost… I hurt her cause i was selfish. And all this time she was there.
Checking up on me, calling me, making sure i was doing fine.

it was when I found my centre… the point where i dumped all the baggage i forced myself to carry around that i truly realized what i was letting go.
At that point I felt i had lost her.

Smiley was still there, is still there, holding out her arms. All i want to do is run into them, hold her close and tight. tell her i don’t want to let her go anymore, not for all the diamonds in the world.

No this isn’t a Hollywood script. Its for real. as in me being dead serious.

And she tweets!

you should see her tweets.. gosh! talk about a sense of humour…

there are days i just think about blog ville, wonder why i haven’t been on in a while. maybe its laziness or just lack of inspiration. I do miss it though and re- emphasise my commitment to this sacred place.

There are a lot of things i wanna talk about on blog ville, but now isn’t the time.

I’ll be back before you can say ‘Ebele Jonathan’