Saying I was scared would be an understatement. Nikky , I was almost paralyzed by 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.

The moment they shoved me inside, my entire body tensed. I never had the finest things in life—I've never been a bread and butter kid—but nothing prepared me for the horror of being locked up in that dark cell . It was a new kind of suffering, one that clawed at my mind and soul. Worse still, I realized the bitter truth: I was truly alone. No one was coming for me.

Growing up in an orphanage has it's perks one of which is my ability to beat down an opponent or wrestle anyone without fear. My skills were sharpened by the uncountable fights I had engaged in over the years. I even have scars to show for the few times I had lost, so Seun never saw me coming.

Without explanation, my leave was canceled. It was my first-ever request since joining the hotel, yet it was denied without reason. I was livid. My plans crumbled before my eyes, but there was no one to fight for me, no justice to be found. I swallowed my anger, wiped my tears, and dragged myself back to work. By the 23rd of December, the managers and their assistants had all conveniently taken time off, with instructions that I must ensure the smooth running of the entire food and beverage section. That meant longer hours because of the peak season, more pressure, and the annoying responsibility of ensuring that the Rich Big Babies (RBBs)—my not-so-secret nickname for the elite customers who were a pain in all the wrong places—were well taken care of. I was irritable, overworked, and barely holding my temper together when the worst of them all strolled in — Seun. I had a special kind of contempt reserved for him. While I secretly resented most of the bourgeoisie, my disgust for Seun w...

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At this point, I should paint a vivid picture of my so-called promotion. Almost every junior staff envied my new position, but that's because they were ignorant of what it entailed. If they knew the reality, they wouldn’t have. It was nothing more than a glorified title—extra responsibility with no additional benefits. Alongside my usual junior staff duties, my workload doubled. Also, in the absence of the manager and his assistant, I was left in charge of our exclusive VVIP bar—the crown jewel of the establishment. 

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.  I have always categorized people into different strata. At the top are those born with what I call diamond spoons—the privileged, the untouchable, those living the glam life. Then there are people like me who are occupying the lowest rung of the social ladder. People struggling to find even a broken spoon. Judging by where I found myself at birth, it's obvious I had no say in the creation matter and didn’t get to choose my parents or the family I was born into. Wait a minute, did I say parents? Well, I was abandoned infront of an orphanage by an unknown person. So my first steps were taken within the walls of the orphanage home. As a child, I was oblivious of my unfortunate situation. However, the moment I got registered in school, the reality of my disability hit home. I was different. The initial confusion of why I had not parents like o...

  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.

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

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Old Post I always look back with nostalgia to my teen years back in the 90s. Nikky Christmas was fun on another level back then especially because it was a time for eating delicious delicacies, wearing your Christmas cloth, enjoying a bottle of drink alone instead of sharing it with others, watching masquerades and dance troupes to exhibit their skills. My big dream was to join a masquerade group and get to be the masquerade. So i was excited when some boys in my class who also lived on my street decided to form a masquerade group and asked me to join them. My dream was coming true and I gladly became a member. We turned into designers and picked rafia from the bush, colored, sewed them together to make a garment for our masquerade. 

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Hello Nikky, I love the pictures you have been sharing with us this season. But I just want to share this my first experience Of White Christmas with you and everyone. As a teenager, I always loved watching or seeing Hollywood Christmas movies especially on Hallmark movies Channel. Its something I looked forward to every Christmas. The best part was always the part they play in the snow, build snow men or when I hear stuff like; "its white Christmas!" I remember I used to wish we had snow during Christmas in Naija. I would have given anything to convince God to change our yeye harmattan to winter.

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. 

Christmas is in the air!  Hello NIB family. As you all know, we usually run exciting Christmas stories, documentaries and articles from the first week of December every year. You can check out our Seasons greetings label for all the Christmas selection. The good news is; this year we will be celebrating Christmas in a special way! Oh Yes! So, don't forget to get into the Christmas spirit with us this year and we promise to make it worth your time ❤️💕 ******************************************* The  Advent Season Reflection For an in-depth reflection on the Advent season,  Read More

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...

May the birth of our Redeemer fill your  lives with joy, peace, laughter, love and favours, Amen  MERRY CHRISTMAS  from  Nikkyivyblog  

 

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