I found out last week Monday that I’m pregnant and my Ob said I have fibroid – which I rejected with immediate alacrity. My life has literally changed since that revelation. I went to my Ob. to complain that I was having really painful cramps as my period was due anytime soon. The overzealous nurses I met at the reception sent me to the laboratory for a blood test that I might just be pregnant, I was slightly irritated, what has painful cramps got to do with pregnancy.
I did the test and waited for my Ob to see me. Immediately, he came in, I was told I was going to have a scan – I was perturbed at this point. For goodness sakes, I’m not pregnant! I just need painkillers.
I was told to drink loads of water and was ushered into the room. I took off my shoes and laid on the bed. A nurse folded my top while my Ob squeezed some jelly like liquid on my tummy. He began to roll the “mouse/joystick” over my tummy while glancing at the computer and my tummy. Eventually he pointed at a visible structure and he said, that is a fibroid and pointed at something very tiny and said -
Ob: that’s it.
Me: (In shock) what?
Ob: your baby.
Me: How can you tell the difference?
Ob: The shape is different.
I dressed up and went to his office. He asked me how I knew I was pregnant because it was too early to tell. I told him I didn’t know, I came for something else entirely – painly cramps. He smiled and told me to pick up my drugs – folic acid from the pharmacists on my way out. He also said I’m not allowed to take any drugs and I should be back in two weeks for a follow up.
Well, since I found out I’m pregnant; I’ve been juggling between one illness or the other. I’m either weak, or feeling feverish or having cramps or no appetite. I’ve been down. I missed work like twice last week.
Right now, I just want to be well because I don’t feel well at all. I know a lot of women experience different things in the first trimester and right now, I’m no exception.
Confession: Whose report will I believe, I shall believe the report of the Lord
Monday, July 19, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
My Story.
I’ve always looked forward to sharing my story on my blog. I’ve shared bits and pieces of it with people when they need to be motivated but not the full story because I never even know where to start from. After watching Khadija on Oprah and reading her story, I thought it was high time I wrote something because I could identify with some aspects of her life.
I come from a financially unstable rich-poor family. I attended the best of schools in Nigeria, Vivian Fowler, Atlantic Hall and a private university. I’ve travelled first class on summer holidays to Europe and the Middle East. I’ve drank Garri and sold pure water to keep body and soul together. I’ve cried myself to bed because I was hungry and didn’t have food to eat. I’ve lost a lot of friends because I couldn’t keep up or just didn’t fit into their “class” anymore. I’ve missed school loads of times because my dad couldn’t afford to pay my school fees.
But in all I didn’t give up. I knew I wanted to be a great person; I’M A DREAMER and was not willing to trade that for anything in the world.
I never saw myself as an exceptional student. I went through school like everyone striving to do well in class. I was never an A student but I managed between a B and C sometimes maybe a D or E. When I was in junior school, the school principal gave a few of us letters inviting our parents for a meeting. My dad went with me and the principal informed us that I was behind in my academics and they were not sure if they would allow me write the junior secondary exams because my chances of passing were slim (till today I really don’t know how they came to that conclusion). My dad was upset and after discussions with my mum, my parents agreed to change my school.
I began to do well in my new school and I even came second once. I remember I liked to go to the library a lot. I liked to look at all the books and read a few. I just knew I wanted to make it in life.
I graduated high school with the usual B’s and C’s but I didn’t get into University because I couldn’t pass JAMB exam. After struggling unsuccessfully to get into Uni for 2 years, I applied to two of the private universities in Nigeria and I was given admission into the two schools.
I entered Uni and I found out that people I went to high school with were either in their junior and senior years while I was still a freshman (my uni runs the American system). I tried to still be friends with a few of them but a lot had changed. So, I settled for my fellow freshmen but for some reason I don’t know, I couldn’t make friends easily, so, I made my books my friends.
My first semester results were just average. My second semester result was a whopping 4.80 out of a 5.00 GPA. This result was a wakeup call for me. I was not as stupid and dumb like some of my high school teachers had told me.
So at the beginning of every semester, I’d write out the grades I wanted to get on my course form for the fun of it. In my third year, I was looking through my documents and I discovered that I always got exactly what I wrote down only in one or two cases I had a B when I wrote an A and that was when the verse-write the vision, and make it plain on tables, that he may run that reads it, became real to me.
I began to trust God for wisdom. I read the book of proverbs from beginning to the end. God gave me wisdom. I was wise and did a lot of things that ordinarily on my own I couldn’t have done. Some people disliked me because they felt I was wicked when I said I didn’t know things but the truth was I didn’t know these things but somehow I always came out top in my class. I always had a positive attitude and never dwelt on the challenge before me.
To cut my long story short, I graduated with a first class honours and also as the best graduating student in the School of Law...
I still ask myself how I did it.
For the Lord God is my helper; I will not be put to shame: so I have made my face like a rock, and I am certain that he will give me my right. Isaiah 50:7
I come from a financially unstable rich-poor family. I attended the best of schools in Nigeria, Vivian Fowler, Atlantic Hall and a private university. I’ve travelled first class on summer holidays to Europe and the Middle East. I’ve drank Garri and sold pure water to keep body and soul together. I’ve cried myself to bed because I was hungry and didn’t have food to eat. I’ve lost a lot of friends because I couldn’t keep up or just didn’t fit into their “class” anymore. I’ve missed school loads of times because my dad couldn’t afford to pay my school fees.
But in all I didn’t give up. I knew I wanted to be a great person; I’M A DREAMER and was not willing to trade that for anything in the world.
I never saw myself as an exceptional student. I went through school like everyone striving to do well in class. I was never an A student but I managed between a B and C sometimes maybe a D or E. When I was in junior school, the school principal gave a few of us letters inviting our parents for a meeting. My dad went with me and the principal informed us that I was behind in my academics and they were not sure if they would allow me write the junior secondary exams because my chances of passing were slim (till today I really don’t know how they came to that conclusion). My dad was upset and after discussions with my mum, my parents agreed to change my school.
I began to do well in my new school and I even came second once. I remember I liked to go to the library a lot. I liked to look at all the books and read a few. I just knew I wanted to make it in life.
I graduated high school with the usual B’s and C’s but I didn’t get into University because I couldn’t pass JAMB exam. After struggling unsuccessfully to get into Uni for 2 years, I applied to two of the private universities in Nigeria and I was given admission into the two schools.
I entered Uni and I found out that people I went to high school with were either in their junior and senior years while I was still a freshman (my uni runs the American system). I tried to still be friends with a few of them but a lot had changed. So, I settled for my fellow freshmen but for some reason I don’t know, I couldn’t make friends easily, so, I made my books my friends.
My first semester results were just average. My second semester result was a whopping 4.80 out of a 5.00 GPA. This result was a wakeup call for me. I was not as stupid and dumb like some of my high school teachers had told me.
So at the beginning of every semester, I’d write out the grades I wanted to get on my course form for the fun of it. In my third year, I was looking through my documents and I discovered that I always got exactly what I wrote down only in one or two cases I had a B when I wrote an A and that was when the verse-write the vision, and make it plain on tables, that he may run that reads it, became real to me.
I began to trust God for wisdom. I read the book of proverbs from beginning to the end. God gave me wisdom. I was wise and did a lot of things that ordinarily on my own I couldn’t have done. Some people disliked me because they felt I was wicked when I said I didn’t know things but the truth was I didn’t know these things but somehow I always came out top in my class. I always had a positive attitude and never dwelt on the challenge before me.
To cut my long story short, I graduated with a first class honours and also as the best graduating student in the School of Law...
I still ask myself how I did it.
For the Lord God is my helper; I will not be put to shame: so I have made my face like a rock, and I am certain that he will give me my right. Isaiah 50:7
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Money simply does it!
Yesterday hubby and I went to the UK visa application centre, in preparation for our holiday later in the year. I didn’t know how to take permission from work, I didn’t want to lie about where I was going and I didn’t want anyone in the office to know my family plans.
So I decided to squeeze out of the office during my lunch hour which could extend a lit bit over an hour.
Hubby picked me up from the office and we headed for the Island. All the while hubby thought the application centre was still at V. I. until I told him they had relocated to Lekki. Suddenly, I asked hubby for the investment document which was to show how much we had saved up for this trip, only for hubby to tell me he forgot to get it from the bank. I was completely weak. So I said to him there’s no point applying for a visa without such a vital document.
So we agreed to turn around and drive to the bank in Apapa, to pick up the document. All the while I was already fidgeting; I didn’t want to be late for work.
We made it to the application centre in 30 minutes after the merry go round. You trust all application centres, there was a ridiculously long queue, we were giving a tag – number 155. I just smiled and thought to myself I’m in hot oil today!
We met a uniformed security guard at the entrance and he asked us if we were VIP’s we said No. We told him we wanted to get things done quickly and he said we had to pay N10,000 each for VIP. I quickly whispered to hubby that he should pay. The guard went on to say we could pay 5,000 and they will smuggle us to the front on the regular queue. Hubby and I agreed (I was just thinking of how to get back to work).
So we got in to the waiting room where documents were been checked and sat down. Another security guy was in charge here, he was calling numbers. When we got in, he was on number 113. Apparently, the first security guard had already signalled to him about us. Like thirty minutes later, he called us up to have our documents checked, at this time he was on number 117, remember we were number 155.
We had our documents checked and proceeded to pay, immediately we got there the security guard took us to the next available cashier (I guess he had been signalled to as well). We were done with payments in 5mins.
Before, we headed upstairs for submission and biometrics, the security guard asked hubby to go to the toilet and he’d meet him there. I left them and went upstairs.
Hubby met me upstairs. The people in the waiting room here were not many but as we were in a hurry, hubby spoke to the security guy and before we knew it we next.
Finally, biometrics, this was pretty easy because no one was before us. Another security guy came to us and acted like he wanted to brief us. This was how the conversation went.
Guard: The guy say you go settle am, say make u give me (the guard held our file and acted like he was showing us what to do)
Hubby and I: Ok ( while nodding our heads in comprehension)
Guard: You go do like say you wan drink water from the machine, then u go throw the money inside the dustbin with the cup.
Hubby and I: Ok
Well, I went in immediately for my biometrics, so I don’t really know how hubby settled the guy.
Eventually, I was out of there in an hour and back at my desk ten minutes later.
Long and short of the story, you can get your way with money. How sad!
... but money answers all things. Ecclesiastes 10:19 (American King James Version)
So I decided to squeeze out of the office during my lunch hour which could extend a lit bit over an hour.
Hubby picked me up from the office and we headed for the Island. All the while hubby thought the application centre was still at V. I. until I told him they had relocated to Lekki. Suddenly, I asked hubby for the investment document which was to show how much we had saved up for this trip, only for hubby to tell me he forgot to get it from the bank. I was completely weak. So I said to him there’s no point applying for a visa without such a vital document.
So we agreed to turn around and drive to the bank in Apapa, to pick up the document. All the while I was already fidgeting; I didn’t want to be late for work.
We made it to the application centre in 30 minutes after the merry go round. You trust all application centres, there was a ridiculously long queue, we were giving a tag – number 155. I just smiled and thought to myself I’m in hot oil today!
We met a uniformed security guard at the entrance and he asked us if we were VIP’s we said No. We told him we wanted to get things done quickly and he said we had to pay N10,000 each for VIP. I quickly whispered to hubby that he should pay. The guard went on to say we could pay 5,000 and they will smuggle us to the front on the regular queue. Hubby and I agreed (I was just thinking of how to get back to work).
So we got in to the waiting room where documents were been checked and sat down. Another security guy was in charge here, he was calling numbers. When we got in, he was on number 113. Apparently, the first security guard had already signalled to him about us. Like thirty minutes later, he called us up to have our documents checked, at this time he was on number 117, remember we were number 155.
We had our documents checked and proceeded to pay, immediately we got there the security guard took us to the next available cashier (I guess he had been signalled to as well). We were done with payments in 5mins.
Before, we headed upstairs for submission and biometrics, the security guard asked hubby to go to the toilet and he’d meet him there. I left them and went upstairs.
Hubby met me upstairs. The people in the waiting room here were not many but as we were in a hurry, hubby spoke to the security guy and before we knew it we next.
Finally, biometrics, this was pretty easy because no one was before us. Another security guy came to us and acted like he wanted to brief us. This was how the conversation went.
Guard: The guy say you go settle am, say make u give me (the guard held our file and acted like he was showing us what to do)
Hubby and I: Ok ( while nodding our heads in comprehension)
Guard: You go do like say you wan drink water from the machine, then u go throw the money inside the dustbin with the cup.
Hubby and I: Ok
Well, I went in immediately for my biometrics, so I don’t really know how hubby settled the guy.
Eventually, I was out of there in an hour and back at my desk ten minutes later.
Long and short of the story, you can get your way with money. How sad!
... but money answers all things. Ecclesiastes 10:19 (American King James Version)
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