Trust you & yours are doing fine.

It’s hard to say that this might be the last post on Ochuko’s Blog.

I do not intend to update this blog anytime soon and felt it polite to let you know.

I sincerely appreciate you and your invaluable contribution to this blog from the very first post.

I can be reached on ochukosblog@shortmail.com

Thanks…a lot! Keep sharing & loving.

All the very best.

Ochuko.

I have been thinking of how best to put this illustration in words and luckily, I found Chris Guillebeau’s post on “who we are and what they say” to be the best expression of the message I want to convey.

#love and #peace.

Ochuko .

*Wishing muslims around the world a wonderful celebration.

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It would be easier for me to write a well constructed piece on the reds and the greens of the land and talk ‘plenty’ …but the more I tried to do this, the more my mind, body and spirit kept saying one thing:

Fix Nigeria or die tryin’…

If you can’t fix you or make an attempt to, then you can as well be irrelevant.

What portion of the pie are you baking?
IT IS WELL WITH NIGERIA!!!!

**my sincere sympathy goes out to the victims of the blast that happened in Abuja yesterday. May God grant their families the fortitude to bear the loss. May we not experience such again. Amen.**

For a continuation of this thread, check out
“Nigeria at 50, Day 3 - Muse sizzlingthots.blogspot.com
tomorrow.
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fix nigeria or die tryin’

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Thanks to Rethots [rethots.blogspot.com], bloggers will write an article each celebrating Nigeria from Oct 1 – Oct 31..

Today, oluSimeon starts with Day 1 – “it’s not all gloomy”… Please visit http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com ….

Happy independence.
Love Nigeria™. Do Nigeria™

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How do you explain this to a potential employer?

That the reason you never stayed at a job for long

and found it hard having a job description

or why you never knew how to answer the “purpose” or “5 years time” question

or why you don’t have a particular ‘set of skills‘…

is because maybe you’re just okay with being a Catalyst.

or so you think.

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It speaks for itself.

Does anyone disagree?

Love should be expressed in words and action

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Click on the image for more Blackboard™ illustrations

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The race..

the only difference between this race and the sperm race is…

..this time around, you alone determine who goes in!!

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Sometime last year, I did a blog post on this.

This is the Blackboard art for that post.

Hope you’re all having a great week.

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Also thanks to Jaycee for her guest post here.

There’s always something behind that action you took

or are about to take.

Why are you working where you are working?

Why are you in that relationship?

Why do you want to become the President or go into politics?

Some motives are good, some bad.

..money, making a difference, sex, envy, love, etc..

Sometimes, we deceive ourselves on our true motives.

BUT one thing is sure, we are NOT ignorant of our motives.

Search yourself. Watch that motive.

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I had a whimsical dream about 2012. In the dream my distant cousin finally found her husband after seven years of searching for the right man. Seven long years of seeking advice, getting it, dating men, getting heart broken, weeping, and laughing again. Seven long years of blue jeans, picnics, walks in the park, laughter, fights, rolling of eyes, and long-distant minutes. He was right there under her nose the whole time. The entire extended family traveled to Italy to witness the big destination wedding.

I also dreamed that in 2012 I got my doctorate degree, an acclaimed Ph.D in biomedical science. I was standing in the midst of ten guys and I was the only female waiting for the big handshake. My younger sister was grinning from ear to ear, and  both of my parents had their cameras ready. Two cameras for one event, hey, I ain’t complaining! It was ecstatic moment.

In the same dream of 2012 we headed back home and had a party to celebrate this pinnacle of my success. But while we were dancing, something happened. CNN reported that  a trail of earthquakes had just began. It was like a chain reaction: it started in China, then North Korea, Russia, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, India, Bhutan, Laos, and now it was shaking the whole Vietnam. Scientists were telling people to pack their bags all over the world and to keep  their eyes and ears open. No one could accurately predict how far the mutilations of the earth would go. So we turned off the music and began to pack our essentials.

In that dream of 2012, some men began to knock viciously on our front door. Knock, Knock, Knock. “Open up this minute,” one of them shouted. My Father looked at me. “Go and check to see who those people are.” I looked back at him as if to say I did not believe he was sending me downstairs at this time. The look on his face repeated what he said, “Go now.”

So in the dream of 2012 I tip-toed down our great spiral staircase. “We, the United States Government, order you to open up this door this minute.” Oh, so it was the government! Maybe they’ve come to warn us about something in our neighborhood. My hunched shoulders finally relaxed and I softened towards the voices at the door. I ran to the door and threw the double doors open. “Who is the head of this household?” the leader asked. “Daddy, it’s the Government. They want to speak with you.” All of a sudden the man pushes me aside and walks into our living room with his men. My dad, mum, and sister slowly descended the great spiral staircase, with the bags they succeeded in packing. The man comes face-to-face with my father and starts to question him.

“Are you the head?”

“Yes sir.”

“Are you a Christian?”

“Yes sir.”

“Is your entire family Christian?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you believe in Jesus?”

“Yes, we do.”

And then he ordered three of his men to put hand-cuffs on my daddy. The other men grabbed me, my mother and my sister…and they led us out of our home.

And that’s when I woke up from the dream.

I don’t believe in the Mayan Calendar, and I have no clue about 2012, but I remember Matthew 24:36-39 “But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, but My Father only. But as the days of Noah were, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be. For as in the days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noah entered the ark, and did not know until the flood came and took them all away, so also will  the coming of the Son of Man be.”

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This is for you Jaycee..

Light.a.lamp: "brighten the corner where you are"

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..before you spill the milk, think of sealed lips..

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Introducing DK the dream killer

He told me he’s always around the corner..

..seeking who to devour..

I’m no meat for DK!

are you?

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Most times, things do not just happen ‘overnight’

especially in business… and other aspects of life.

I learnt Rome is still being built.

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it’s no longer news that people always talk

some call it “running mouths”

well knowing this should make you still do what you have to do anyways.

Let the talk continue.

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A million soldiers

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We are scared of opening up our hearts;

scared of being vulnerable…

probably due to previous experiences

or because we feel secured in our shell and guard.

Truth is, we miss out on the interesting things in life when we do this:

the tears, the thrill, the love, the warmth, the hurts,

the joy of forgiveness, etc…

Open up your heart!

Trust and love freely.

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["a million soldiers" was inspired by a valuable discussion I had late last night/early this morning with a friend ]

Often times we are too scared of failure

…to the extent that we avoid doing things hereby minimize our chances of success.
Failure is always an option, but it doesn’t end there… It’s not the final answer.
Keep pushing out those ideas, some will fail, but many will see the light.

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