Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Little Things
WOW!!! I just had to share this story! CONTINUE.....
My name is Dayo. I’m a typical Nigerian guy and I cherish my Fridays a lot; I get to hang out with the sickest guys every Friday night and secondly, It’s another escape from my nagging and boring wife. I get confused sometimes on whether she’s my mother or my wife. Don’t get it twisted; I love her pieces. It just gets complicated; like I wish we never got married…marriage has turned her into something that doesn’t amuse me. I wish she was still the adventurous, charming, high spirited lady I dated for five years.
A lot of people say its unethical for married guys to be found in a club, but I wish everyone won’t be too quick to judge and understand that people look for fun to run away from their problems; they just want to breathe, like me.
I forgot to say that I work in Guarantee Trust Bank along Lekki, I love my job and my job loves me, maybe its because I’m the senior banking officer. Lol. This particular morning, a lady breezed into my office. My heart raced faster because I had not sighted anything this beautiful in a long while. She wasn’t the typical slender Barbie, in fact, she was a bit chubby but her smile, cuteness and…I was tripped.
“Hi Good morning! Your ATM has swallowed my card!” She laughed, unlike a typical customer that would ram you.
I just tried to form Boss laughter…
“Good morning, You know what? I’d personally make sure they get it out for you, but not today. Can you wait till Monday?” I smiled
“GTB shaaa! OK, can I just drop my number so you could call me up or just text when its ready so I don’t come twice? Please? My name is Nancy” She blinked her eyes in a funny way.
“Sure” I smiled
We exchanged numbers. What a lucky Friday!
So it was 10:00pm and I headed to the club…as usual my friends were chilling for me. My wife had called a couple of times, I just ignored it. She knows I’m never home Friday nights.
“Look at you!” I heard someone say. I raised my head and it was the ATM lady-Nancy.
“Wow, look at you too!” I was surprised to see her but I was happy I didn’t have to wait till Monday to see her again.
“Happy Friday!” She screamed because of the noise, “Wanna dance?”
I didn’t even have the chance to answer, she already pulled me to dance floor. I really suck at dancing but she helped me; she was a great dancer! I had fun! At some point we decided to go to a private area and we talked, ranging from work, business to personal life. I tried to hide my ring as much as possible, I certainly didn’t want this to end now.
“You are a really wonderful lady. You are so interesting…any guy would want to be with you all day” I said.
“I wasn’t always like this but I have learned the hard way that life is just too short to be sad” she sang
Then her phone rang…
“Hey baby! Yeah I’m at the private lounge, I’d like you to meet someone…alright boo” she talked excitedly as usual.
I was in shock until this tall handsome man walks up to her and kisses her.
“You were late. Meet Dayo; I met him this morning, he’s helping with your ATM I told you got swallowed and Dayo this is my B to the O-O,” she laughed “Meet my husband Kolade, we only come here to dance every fortnight Friday; away from work, stress and kids.”
“Wow, a pleasure” I managed to shake him
Then she stood now excitedly holding her husband’s arms.
“Why don’t we invite Dayo for Mimi’s 16th birthday tomorrow?” Her husband said
They have kids too? How long have they been married and they look like a couple just dating!
“Silly me, please come for my second daughter’s 16th tomorrow. It would be an honor” She brought out an I.V from her purse.
I began to feel so ashamed of myself…this was another guy like me, getting it right with one woman.
I collected the I.V and promised to be there.
“See you tomorrow! Have you had something to eat Kolade?” she talked and dragged her husband along.
They left and I kept staring at the thin air like I had seen a ghost. They come just to dance together every fortnight Fridays? Why didn’t I think of that! Temi loves to dance…she also likes long walks, she loves to talk…she loves jazz music, there’s this vivid picture I have of me putting her hand on my chest when we danced at a jazz club on our first year anniversary…I found myself typing all the things I knew Temi loved to do on my Ipad and I realized I had denied her of all…I had made her the old woman she acts.
What the hell was I doing here! I didn’t even tell my friends goodbye, I walked out of the club into my Jaguar. Temi’s call came through and I picked at first ring.
“Temi?” My heart raced
“I know you are not coming home…”
“I am, stay up so we can gist. Been a while” I decided to do everything on that list and to even add many more for the rest of my lifetime with her.
“Are you alright?” She was shocked I suppose
“And I’d like us to go for a birthday party tomorrow. I want you to meet this amazing couple”
“You sound different Dayo”
“Maybe I’m different”
“Don’t say it! don’t say it! when you come we will gist very well” she laughed
She laughed!!! In just that laughter that I hadn’t heard in a while, she sounded like the lady I married six years ago…
Dear reader,
I wrote this natural piece just to remind us that creating memorable moments with our partner matters. Do you know that little things are the sweetest things? Just creating time to gist and laugh with your partner, having a day in the week that’s exclusively for you both-No friends or kids allowed.
Lady, when last have you told your partner he is so darn hot? Guy! When last have you told your lady she is the sweetest thing? When last have you whispered ‘Thank you’? When last have you been quick to say ‘I’m sorry’?
Do you even have a clue on what your partner loves to do?
When you ignore little things, they are the little pieces of rocks that build up to become a mountain you can’t easily break down.
Pay attention to little things, believe that they work and experience new bliss!
Yours Truly
Love Story
I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day
by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with
their backs towards the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I
wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls
around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father’s drawer. Father had
discovered about the stolen money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against
the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand.
“Who stole the money?” he asked. I was stunned,
too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, “Fine, if nobody wants to admit,
you two should be beaten!” He lifted up the
bamboo stick.
Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father’s
hand and said,” Dad, I was the one who did it!” The
long stick smacked my brother’s back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my
brother until he lost his breath.
After that, he sat down on our stone bed and
scolded my brother, “You have learned to steal
from your own house now. What other
embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you
shameless thief!” That night, my mother and I
hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds
from the beating but he never shed a single tear.
In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out
loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, “Sis, now don’t cry anymore.
Everything has happened.” I still hate myself for not
having enough courage to admit what I did.
Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it
just happened yesterday. I will never forget my
brother’s expression when he protected me. That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11
years old.
When my brother was in his last year of secondary
school, he was accepted in an upper secondary
school in the central. At the same time, I was
accepted into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet
by packet.
I could hear him ask my mother, “Both of our
children, they have good results? very good
results?” Mother wiped off her tears and sighed,”
What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?” At that time, my brother walked out, he
stood in front of father and said,”Dad, I don’t want
to continue my study anymore, I have read enough
books.”
Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on
his face. “Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the
streets, I will send you two to school until you have
both finished your study!” And then, he started to
knock on every house in the village to borrow
money.
I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother’s swollen face, and told him, “A boy has to
continue his study; If not, he will not be able to
overcome this poverty we are experiencing.”
I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my
study at the university. Nobody knew that on the
next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry
beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a
note on my pillow; “Sis, getting into a university is
not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money
to you.” I held the note while sitting on my bed,
and cried until I lost my voice. That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20
years old.
With the money father borrowed from the whole
village, and the money my brother earned from
carrying cement on his back at a construction site,
finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.
One day, while I was studying in my room, my
roommate came in and told me, ”There’s a villager
waiting for you outside!” Why would there be a
villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my
brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, “Why did
you not tell my roommate that you are my
brother?”
He replied with a smile,” Look at my appearance.
What will they think if they would know that I am
your brother? Won’t they laugh at you?” I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt
and dust from my brother’s body. And told him
with a lump in my throat, ” I don’t care what people
would say! You are my brother no matter what your
appearance is?”
From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, “I saw all the girls in
town are wearing it. So, I think you should also
have one.” I could not hold back myself anymore. I
pulled my brother into my arms and cried.
That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23
years old. I noticed that the broken window was repaired the
first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house
was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I
danced like a little girl in front of my mother, “Mom,
you didn’t have to spend so much time cleaning
the house!” But she told me with a smile, “It was your brother who went home early to clean the
house. Didn’t you see the wound on his hand? He
hurt his hand while he was replacing the window.”
I went into my brother’s bedroom. Looking at his
thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle
pricked in my heart. I applied some ointment on his wound and put a
bandag on it, “Does it hurt? ” I asked him. “No, it
doesn’t hurt. You know, when at the construction
site, stones keep falling on my feet. Even that could
not stop me from working.” In the middle of the
sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face.
That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26
years old.
After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my
husband invited my parents to come and live with
us, but they didn’t want. They said, once they left the village, they wouldn’t know what to do. My
brother agreed with them. He said, “Sis, you just
take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of
mom and dad here.”
My husband became the director of his factory. We
asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my
brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as
a repairman instead for a start. One day, my brother
was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when
he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.
My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I
grumbled, “Why did you reject the offer of being a
manager? Managers won’t do something
dangerous like that. Now look at you, You ar
suffering a serious injury. Why didn’t you just listen
to us?” With a serious expression on his face, he defended
his decision, “Think of brother-in-law. He just
became the director, and I being uneducated, and
would become a manager, what kind of rumors
would fly around?”
My husband’s eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, “But you lack in education only because of
me!” “Why do you talk about the past?” he said and
then he held my hand.
That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years
old.
My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding
reception, the master of ceremonies asked him,
“Who is the one person you respect and love the
most?” Without even taking a time to think, he
answered,” My sister.” He continued by telling a
story I could not even remember. “When I was in primary school, the school was in a
different village. Everyday, my sister and I would
walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One
day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister
gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove and
she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that
she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that
day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take
care of my sister and will always be good to her.”
Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their
attention to me. I found it hard to speak, “In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my
brother,” And in this happy occasion, in front of the
crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.
Love and care for the one you love every single days
of your life. You may think what you did is just a
small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.
May this story inspire you in many ways!
True Love II
A Guy who has no job got married to a banker, despite his fears and several advices that it's not good to marry without a job. Every month the girl would give the guy her full salary of N135k after removing her tithe. The guy would give the wife N20k for personal upkeep and the guy
determined what happened to the remaining money. This happened for three good years. There was happiness in the family and the wife never refused to do her primary home duties for that 3 years, despite wrong advice from friends that 'you can't be paying the bills and still be doing all the work'. There was a particular month the guy used about N70,000 to travel from state to state for different interviews. He finally got a job with a good firm in Port-Harcourt. His salary was N600,000 monthly for a start. He bought his first car (a brand new) for N4.5m, he gave d wife the car key, and continued to take public transport to work for about two years. Then he bought the second
car for N6 million. Then he took the keys of the first car and gave his wife the keys of the second car. They were very happy. They eventually moved into their own house after few years. One day, the wife was looking for some documents. Then she stumbled on a file neatly hidden, when she opened it, she saw her wedding picture when she was very slim in the first page of the file. She then saw that the document to the purchase of the land and every other thing in the house were all written in her name! At the last page was the husband's wedding picture and a note written by him:
''MY WIFE IS ALL I HAVE GOT. NOT EVEN THIS HOUSE WORTH N24M AT THE TIME I BUILT IT IS MINE''.
This couple got married in 1998. Last Sunday was their wedding anniversary with two children a boy and a girl. True LOVE still exists till this day. Are you sure the love you have for Him/Her can be compared to this one you just read? No matter what, remember you chose each other.
So share...it doesn't matter who puts food on the table.
Everything we have is given by God
A man was driving down the street, he had an important meeting and couldn't find parking space. Looking up towards the Heaven, he said, "Lord! Have pity on me, if you find me a parking space, I'll go to church every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up drinking". Miraculously, a parking space appeared. The man looked up again and said,"Never mind! I found One".
Moral: Many times in our lives we tend to be like this man. We ask God to do us a favor and as soon as he replies us we immediately forget and think its our luck. In all things give thanks to God.
We live by the grace of God.......
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