Saying I was scared would be an understatement. Nikky , I was almost paralyzed from the sudden panic attack. My heart probably stopped beating briefly before picking up speed as if it had a mission of racing out of my chest. I felt as if my spirit had abandoned my physical body. My joints froze and all I could do was tremble and stare at their figures by the door. I just knew it was over and the rest of my life would be wasted inside that police cell or even worse, in a jail house. 

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Without as much as an explanation, my application for a short leave of absence which was by the way my first since I got employed at the company, was ditched. I was beyond livid as I my plans crumbled Infront of me. This was the height of oppression but I had nobody to run to with my cry for justice. Swallowing my hurt, I wiped my tears and went back to work.

I know it's not the Valentine Season but permit me to share my story with you. Feel free to share it on your blog, it's fine with me.  Normally, I categorize people into categories or strata. Those born with the silver, golden or diamond spoons are at the top while those born with plastic, wooden or even damaged cracked spoons are below them. These are followed by those born with no spoons who occupy the lowest strata and that was where I found myself the moment my cognitive sense became developed. Since no one is given the luxury of choosing their parents or the family they should  be born into, I concluded that growing up in an orphanage was something that gets thrusted on you because your opinion didn't count at the time of creation and birth.  The moment I resumed school and started mingling with the society, I became aware of the reality that I was different from other children. This kicked in the initial confusion followed by questions, explanations and acceptance o...

At this point, I think it's important to paint a vivid picture of my new position. Almost every junior staff envied my promotion but I didn't want it especially after I got to know that it was a mere title without much benefits attached to it. Asides doing regular jobs like every other junior staff, my schedule increased since it meant that in the absence of the manager and his assistant, I would be in charge of  activities at our exclusive rooftop bar which was our major attraction. 

  Merry Christmas from NIB 🎄 Enjoy the sights of Ingolstadt with the NIB family 

Did you know that every Christmas season, the streets of Germany come alive with open-air markets known as Christkindlmarkt (the little city of wood and cloth)? These historical markets usually adorn the beautiful market squares of cities only during the Advent Season and end on the Christmas eve in most cities. Although this tradition dates back to the middle ages, today they still resonate the  past.

Its another beautiful December day and I woke up to a very eventful morning. Calm down its not what you're thinking lol! So, out of habit I picked up my phone to check for notifications and saw a chat from an old friend (which I'm sharing with her kind permission) and our conversation got me thinking really hard. I was deeply touched by her perspectives as our discussion progressed. In the end, she had reasons to be Merry and was excited for the season.  So, today I am going to share these reasons with you. Quickly grab a cup of tea or your favorite drink and have an open mind. WHY SHOULD YOU BE MERRY AT CHRISTMAS

Hello! 123... testing testing...1 2 3 lol! Good old days but Hellooo!!! Christmas is here again and It feels so good to be back, all thanks to this awesomely possessive Christmas spirit; "my season to be MERRY!!" Hey I know you missed me but try not to judge a sister for being quiet, at least I didn't abandon ship lol! So, wassup!!  Hope you are having a spectacular season while we await the 25th of December? If you're still dragging your feet and burying yourself under files, projections, hustle and deadlines then allow me to be your Santa...Santaress...Santadame? Hey what do we call a female Santa Claus? Think on it ☺️ Anyway, my point is; Nikky is here to make your Holiday season Jolly and Merry so buckle up because its going to be your best season ever!! Don't go away SIMILAR POSTS Christmas Season -  your life in your hands Christmas: Reasons to be Merry  Recession, Christmas and You Christmas, Alcohol and You What Christmas Means

We are now in the second week of December and I'm guessing that you are already screaming; where are the days rushing to?" I understand that feeling. Infact, I recall when I used to wonder if December was indeed 31days because it always ended before you were even ready for the month to begin.  Once schools close for the holiday, everything starts spiraling out of control and down hill. Items become annoyingly pricey especially at a time when your pocket is tight and you need to buy new decorations for the house, gifts for everyone and fuel the car for your trip. Even airplane tickets skyrocket, leaving you wondering who we offended in this country. 

“A mind is like a parachute. It doesn't work if it is not open.” ―  Frank Zappa ___________________ Brad ignored me and grabbing my hand, he pulled me towards a vacant table. Pulling out a chair he mouthed "please" at me.  I was furious. Scratch that, livid is a better word; "I asked you a question. What are we doing here?"  Just then a waitress dashed over with a thick menu and welcoming smile.  Brad waved her off with a quick “Just a moment, thanks,” before turning to me. She hurriedly placed the menu on the table and walked away without a word.

" Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness"  James Thurber ****** Who could have told Brad about my love for fashion designs? Something was definitely off. “Do you like Chinese?” Chinese? I snapped out of my thoughts and tried to figure out what the man was talking about. What has my feelings for the Chinese got to do with anything? "Does it matter?" He laughed lightly and turned on the Ac of his car before driving off. The cool air calmed my rattled  and skeptical nerves but my stomach was beginning to hurt from the self imposed fast. “You mentioned you were hungry so I was thinking we could get some Chinese food before going to pick up the costumes.” My frown deepened as I re-arranged my backpack at my feet. Mr. Brad had obviously fallen under the category of people who presumed that I was a naïve teenager or a dumb girl.  I used to blame my petite looks or blank face for that misconception but I was no longer petite as was confi...

  “We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ― Plato ******* “ Miss Dapper! He sounded excited like we were old friends; "Sorry for keeping you waiting. Yes, I wanted to inform you that we would be picking up the costumes together. I hope you don’t mind?" Wait! What? This must be a joke , I thought with indignation. Mabel must have hit his head too hard against the wall during their make out session because there was no way I was going anywhere nor picking costumes or anything with the man. “I think you are confusing me with someone else sir. I am not in the logistics unit. I am a dancer." I explained firmly. “I know who you are.” He said and took a step in my direction. "Sir it’s late and I am supposed to be at home at this moment ...” His smile widened and he nodded as if in agreement with me; "Allow me to apologise for the short notice." He explained camly; "actually...

"Tension is who you think you should be. Relaxation is who you are" Chinese Proverb ********** She let out a low scream and scrambled up while attempting to cover her exposed skin with shaky hands. She was a mess and I had never seen her as disoriented as she was at that moment. She spurn away from the direction of the door, not once looking at me. Brad acting the gentleman stepped in front of her, obviously trying to shield her almost nude state from whoever had entered the room. He mustered some courage and looked in my direction. I could see relief wash over him as his eyes met mine. I fought the overwhelming feeling of disgust rushing through me as they toppled down the pedestal I had placed them on. “You asked for me... Sir?” I tried to conceal my emotion but as always, I failed because my tone gave away my disgust. “Oh, yes! Yes. Ermm, can you give us a minute? Thank you.” He stuttered, still shaken by my sudden appearance and discovery of their folly. Will a min...

  “The quality, not the longevity, of one’s life is what is important.”  – Martin Luther King Jr. ***** I watched as he walked over with a wide smile on his face. The man had never said a word to me ever since I joined the troupe. That he knew my name came as a huge surprise. "Is your name Dapper?" His voice was deep. Very deep. He was obviously one of the lifters and definitely the one all the girls were crushing on. They claimed he had Abs to die for. I think they nicknamed him muscles or something. "Who's asking?" I queried while balancing my backpack on one shoulder "What sort of name is Dapper?" He asked on a short laugh. His question threw me off. I could not believe that this guy stopped me from going home because of a stupid conversation! I was hungry but instantly, I became angry.

“ Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.” ― Mark Twain ****** For a clearer picture, I will tell you more about Mabel and Brad and how my dilemma started. Mabel was once the most sought after lady in our community especially due to her history of leading our local team to victory at the popular Calabar carnival. She also won an individual award as the queen of the carnival. Eventually, she found love with a wealthy international businessman. Their wedding was flamboyant and almost a celebrity wedding. They relocated to the city but a year later, they returned home when her husband won the Local Government Chairmanship election. But, before the Chairman, there was Brad. Not Brad Pitt ofcourse, but our very own tall, dark and handsome local general business investor. Brad was in the same troupe with Mabel back in the days. As expected, he started a small troupe tagged the Achievers but had no financial strength to achieve any victories with his grou...

  previously “We forget to live today when we keep fretting about tomorrow” Nikky ************** “Again! From the top!" Mabel shrieked. Exhausted was an understatement. Beads of perspiration ran down my face and underarms as I tried to catch my breath. The AC unit was obviously overworked as it was now making a weeping sound and spewing hot air at us. Two weeks ago, if anyone had revealed to me that dancing and prepping for the Christmas carnival would end up becoming a torture chamber, maybe I would have fled instead of jumping with glee at being accepted as their last member. "IRENE! Get your butt off the floor. I don’t have all day!" Mabel yelled out, snapping me back to reality.

The evening wind picked up and chased dead leaves along the partly muddy road as Kene tried to figure out what just happened but his brain refused to process the events surrounding him that evening.  I am probably drunk and must have dozed off somewhere after last night’s birthday parte; a part of him analyzed. But I stopped taking alcoholic beverages a long time ago after ... he suddenly halted that trail of thought. He didn't feel the need to rouse the ghosts from his past after the emotionally draining evening.  I am certainly not drunk and the pain in my chest from that brutes elbow was too real to be a dream. That guy nearly killed me for nothi... “Congratulations sir.” A husky voice startled him back to reality. It was one of Sade's men. Kene stared at the man who was beaming at him as if he had just won a betting game. He had assumed the man had left with Sade. How come he didn't feel his presence earlier? “My name is Brendan. We will get to know each other better on...

He grabbed Kene by the shirt, shoved him  backwards and pinned him on Bam Bam's car.  Kene winced from the impact and pushed  against his rock solid chest but his struggles were like that of a kid pushing against a bag of bricks. He gasped for breath as the huge man's elbow dug into his chest, holding him in place.  Bam Bam rubbed a finger against her brow and sighed loudly; "Leash your dog Dapo. You can't go about assaulting innocent people!" "Let me go! I didn't do anything!"  Kene yelped and fought harder to push the hulk off him but this only infuriated the man and he increased the pressure on kene's chest. The latter screamed out as pain tore through his body.  Bam Bam glared at the unyielding Dapo;

The woman sure has some spunk. Kene thought and decided to enjoy the unfolding drama between the two. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned on the car.  “Sade, you will be my wife someday so I will advise you to quit mingling with peasants.” “Your wife? You really need to wake up from this drug induced slumber. I will NOT Marry you and while trying to get over your delusion, I take exceptions to you being rude to my Personal Assistant.” “Your WHAT!”