MONDAY IN HOUSE NEWS

 Monday Hailings...

MONDAY MEMO

How is everyone doing? I hope say you don do the things wey you suppose do and you don leave the rest wey you no fit do for God? Na so e suppose be my Country people.......

The time now is 12,30pm...I quickly rounded this up and will schedule it for 2pm.....

Ehen concerning me saying I will Interview that creature called Baba Ijesha, Oh i will, thats how it is in Journalism, you talk to the good the bad and the ugly and not just the ones who are right, you also talk to the ones who are wrong....That show i was taught to balance life stories...Its in me..

Many of you are Netizens and your job is to read and Judge if you want and not tell me what to do.I am not a blogger without experience and there is no way I will let the Internet dictate how i do this Job....

I got my claim to fame from doing the Job how it should be done....A lot fo real Journalists are scared of being bullied Online and that is why they do not pursue the other angel to stories...Abroad the reporters even go into cells of condemned criminals and Grapists to talk to them.....

It is not right to let only one side talk repeatedly and then you try to shut up the other side from talking.

The BV who compared me to the einstein files is an axxwipe for doing that...I am deliberately not mentioning your ID cos i have seen that you are trying to always insult me to get my attention.....I DONT HAVE YOUR TIME and i dont care who you are, if you think always insulting me under anon is cool, please go ahead.

Eka Joy you asked me a question in that post...Is it not here we are when we will see people who are jailed for 30 yrs be released and pronounced Innocent? Did i post a story of five men who were in jail for 20 years and released as innocent?A judge saw all the evidence that pronounced guilty and jailed them....This is my answer to what you asked.

I dont need to agree with anyone's comment but please don't focus on my comment to insult me when you are not crazy oh...

Make una leave me oh and stop comment shaming me...LOL

That teacher life story down there messed me when i was editing it.....

Hugs to ya all......

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NOTORIOUS FOR JESUS

When I first married my spouse, I would wash his clothes together with mine. 

I love laundry a lot because growing up, my Dad used to trade washing his clothes for my school fees. 

This practice made laundry convenient for me. I even started a laundry store from this passion though it didn't last long. 

Something happened one day which made me change my mind about helping my husband with laundry. That day, I left the dirty clothes in the laundry for two days, which was unlike me, but if I remember correctly, I was sick. 

I was shocked when I saw my husband washing his clothes and leaving mine out. I felt stupid, my blood boiled, I wanted to fight, I wanted to argue but I decided to play maturely and ask the reason for his behaviour. 

So I went to him and asked why, would you believe there was no concrete excuse? You mean you left my clothes out on purpose? 

Hmmmm.. But I have been washing yours since I married you. At that point, I realised I was married to a traditional man. 

Well, I turned back and immediately made up my mind never to wash for him again. He thought it was a joke but on my next washing, I quietly picked mine and the ones from one of our two kids, left his, and that of the other child, told him to wash them because we jointly own the children.

Even though this had never been an issue since then,. as we separately do laundry since the incident, this matter continues to linger in my heart as I considered sharing domestic chores between partners or helping your spouse with activities a way to foster love and unity. 

Sharing chores or washing clothes for your partner does not make you less of a man, it only shows you care.

Wont buying a washing machine solve this?My hubby and Bambinos do the laundry and i fold neatly......... 

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TEACHER LIFE

A few years ago, a new boy joined my class.
He talked about his mum all the time. How pretty she was. How she made his favourite food. How he had a big baby sister at home.
His mother would call me occasionally to check on how he was doing in class, but I had never actually met her.
One day, I received a call from her. Her voice sounded very weak.
She said quietly, “Please take care of my son.”
I asked if she was okay. She said yes… and ended the call.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Something about that conversation didn’t sit right with me.

The next morning, I told the Head Teacher. She decided to call the number herself. That was when we learned the truth.
The woman had been in and out of the hospital after giving birth through a C-section months earlier. There had been complications during the surgery, and her urinary tract and intestines were shutting down.

It was serious.Our Head Teacher said we should visit her.
Her husband gave us the hospital address.
When we got there… I had to hold back tears.
She was so thin. So weak. But when she saw us, she smiled.
Softly she asked, “Are you Miss C?”
I said yes. She said, “Please keep calling my husband for anything concerning my son… he would forget.”
Then she reassured us that she was getting better. She said she couldn’t wait to get home and properly take care of her children.
Back in school, her son would talk about her coming home soon.
One day he told me excitedly,“My mummy will soon come home so she can cook my favourite jollof pasta with shrimps.”
A few days later, we received the call.
She had passed away. I cried so hard that day.

After her death, the boy still came to school… but something about him had changed. He was present, but absent. Quieter. Slower. Watching everything.
I remembered the promise I made to his mother.
So I kept calling his father whenever there was something important concerning him — activities, school events, anything he needed.
The next session, he stopped coming to school.
When I called his father, he told me he had sent the boy to stay with his mother’s elder sister, who was also taking care of the baby.
For a while, he would send me pictures of him. Smiling. Growing.
Then gradually… we lost contact. But sometimes I still think about him.
I wonder if he still remembers his favourite jollof pasta with shrimps.
I wonder if he still talks about his mum the way he used to.
And I hope — wherever life took him — that someone is still keeping an eye on him.Just like I promised her I would.

Miss C,this made cry so much.......

You tore me to shreds with this writeup.....

God please give us life to see our kids and their kids and their kids kids....

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NO MAN IS UGLY

No man is ugly... Only the one not in possession of money 
-The world is cruel on two types of people...
1. The ugly woman
2. The poor and broke Man
- Three types of women truly loves you.... Your mother,your sister and your wife (to the married)
- A Man is only as important as his pocket.... You can be a genius but without money,you are just an empty vacuum
- The most broken Men,are either trying to make it early in their life,or have lived their life sacrificing, only to end up alone ...
- The people you expect to help you the most, might not just do so... You may actually get help from people you barely know...
- There are only two ways to solve any problem: 

1. Pray about it 

2. Take action.... 

Prayer does not substitute responsibility and responsibilities must be fueled by faith and belief
- No matter where you begin from,you'll always end up where you deserve to be!
- The person who genuinely Loves you,might not be the prettiest person in the place...
--More often we go for people we think we love,but less for those who loves us!
- No matter how fast you try to run, you'll always move at the speed that God has allowed you to...
- Shortcuts might be the fastest way to lose yourself,your vision and your discipline
- There's such a high relationship between right time and right people!
- No one is ahead of you.... Everyone is moving at the exact speed they were meant to move
- True people and true love exists.... 

It's either you haven't met any yet,or you did but never noticed!!!
- Only two groups of people genuinely understands Life.... 

1. The little children 2. The old people.... For they're not stuck in the complexity of trying to live life as much as everyone else tries to...
- Do not postpone Love.... 

Love your family now,do what you love now,be with the one you love now and genuinely love them now.... Otherwise, tomorrow might be the void you had never anticipated would come 
-Love is a choice...

 Loyalty is a choice... Nothing happens by accidents.... And So, betrayal and hate is a choice too!!! 

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WEIRD FACTS

 ---Blatherskite (noun):A person who talks a lot of nonsense
 ---Apanthropy (n):An aversion to spending time with other people; a love of solitude
 ----Striking up a conversation with a stranger can significantly improve your mood
---- Boanthropy:A psychological disorder in which the sufferer believes they’re a cow

-- No matter how carefully you choose your words, they'll always end up being twisted by others.

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