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| Sell! Baby, Sell! |
| Tuesday, February 27, 2007 |
Ahh! Florida! It was so delightful. I think they will make me an offer but if they don't, I know exactly what I will be looking for at my next job interview. They really wanted me, I could tell. At least, Kuldip and MH(the director) really did.
The most memorable moment for me was when MH said "Stella, if the pharmacists that will be under your supervision want me to hire you, I will do everything in my power to bring you here. I will make you an offer that will be commensurate with your experience and your job description" That statement alone made this long, stressful two years of residency worth every second.
I really enjoyed the visit. At first I did not want to go cos I had never planned on living anywhere else but d.c but after talking to Kuldip at a conference in dec, I really liked him.
Sunday was cool, I got to Florida around 7pm and checked into the Ivanhoe Sheraton. Well, tried to check in at least. They did not have a reservation so I had to pay. I was a bit frustrated but I knew it would be taken care of so I did not worry too much.
Took a shower and got on the internet to catch up with happenings. I practiced answering interview questions then went to bed by midnight.Got up by 6:30am and got dressed. Went downstairs to check out and I saw this actor but gosh! I cannot recall his name to save my life!
I forgot to eat breakfast (well, I assumed they would take me out to breakfast :)) but we went right into the interview. Started with a tour, then I met with 2 of the clinical specialists individually, then went to lunch with Kuldip and MH.
Then I met with 3 groups of clinical staff pharmacists, pharm techs and some more clinical specialists.
Finally, I met with the management team. Funtastic!!!!!! MH is great. Talked about supporting me, mentoring me and helping me to advance my career. He even told me that there was a Nigerian community here (I pretended I did not know that already)because he wants me to have a life outside of work and all that good stuff.
And to think I did not even want to go!
Well, at the end of the day, Kuldip drove me to the airport and I came back home. It was nice. Everything went well ... I think
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| Solomonisms |
| Saturday, February 24, 2007 |
I'm off to Florida tomorrow for yet another job interview. I'm not really feeling this job interview but I'll go because the guy I spoke to was really cool ... and they are paying for everything (airfare, hotel, food) so why not?
But before I go, I'll leave you with some Solomonisms aka "practice tips" from DKS
1. Anticipate!
2. Be careful of the WIIFM (pronounced weefim)principle. WIIFM = Whats In It For Me
3. The "interruptions" are the job(s)
4. Attitude is 80% of life
5. Results not rhetoric
6. Never (x 13) give up!
7. Its not the thought but the action behind the thought that counts
8. The greatest mathematical formula ever invented is the compound interest formula
9. Do business in the hallways
10.Let your question/statement ratio be high (because you should never stop learning)
I hope y'all are having a nice weekend. Stay outta trouble! |
| posted by lala @ 2:45 PM |
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| A Never-End Day |
| Wednesday, February 21, 2007 |
Man! Today has refused to end. I woke up by 4am and tried to go back to sleep, eventually waking up by 7:30am. Oh my! Rushed, rushed and managed to reach work by 9am. Luckily, DKS was not yet in so I chilled for a few minutes. As I was about to go get breakfast, DKS called. Sylvia (his secretary) picked up the phone, spoke to him for a few minutes and then told me KS was waiting for me in the library.
So I went up to the library and after getting some breakfast, we got to talking. A little more about finances, some practice tips as usual and then we watched some VHS tapes about Initiatives for Health Improvement.
We went back down to the Pharmacy and I joined the other residents to watch yet another VHS tape about med errors. In the midst of the whining and complaining (who really wants to watch that?) one of the VA residents said "Maybe the management student (pointing at me with her pen)could watch it and give us a brief overview. The girl sitting next to her whispered to her that I was not a student. The other resident sitting across from her said "she's a second year resident"
I just laughed. I was already a resident when that particular idiot rotated through my hospital 2005/06 so she knew me very well. As a matter of fact, the idiot got kind of huffy because I had to cosign her note in a pt's chart when she was a student. Imagine! I don suffer
Anyway, I looked at her and said "I'm sure she did not mean that" looking her straight in the eyes, I was waiting for her to say something. I was gonna jump over the table, grab her by her stringy, oily hair and land her a few hot slaps!!! (If only :)) She did not open her mouth again
After that oh, I still had to staff the pharmacy at my hospital so I went there like 3pm, no other pharmacist was there but me so I dug in and started putting in orders. I was as tired as hell! It went pretty well until toward 10pm when it all fell apart
The big mouth tech was gossiping about one of the pharmacists that was sending her kids to some special school (like a finishing school or something) and the statement that stuck to my craw was "and it ain't like she got it like that, she be complaining about money all the time" by the way she was telling the other pharmacist, not me.
I was like "please if education is her priority for her kids, whats it to you?" She tries to come all up in my face. I wasn't having all that! I just shooshed her. But I was sure to tell her to mind her business.
See, thats what irks me about some colleagues, they just blow things out of proportions, maybe the lady has said a thing or two about money and this yeye tech is making it seem as though she's in the woman's wallet. I was so pissed
But I'm alright now.:) I got over it. |
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| Its All About Building Relationships |
| Tuesday, February 20, 2007 |
Between the Old Fart Administrator and DKS, I think I've heard that phrase a thousand times. Interestingly, they are both very good communicators, extremely diplomatic and so exciting to work for. My boss must be a man!!!!!
So DKS and I discussed this book he gave me to read "An Excellent Financial Life" and talked about mutual funds, IRAs (traditional and Roth) and 401(k)& 403(b), Apparently, Roth IRA(s) are my best options cause I am young (ha! ha!) and they do not have as many limitations as the other IRA. And you invest in this AFTER you have maxed out your contributions to your 401(k)plan.
One thing I just found out, the number of years you have to be vested in a company to leave with your 401(k) contributions + the company's contribution differ from company to company. Wow!!! I did not know that.
Well after that enlightening conversation, I walked into the conference room and Jeopardy was on! The P4 students and a few residents were starting in, as well as the preceptors. So I joined the female team appropriately named "the hormones" and the guy team were "the chromosome Y" Okay we were not too original but what the heck?
Man, the chromosomes Y whooped us! The calculations, the trivia, they were rolling. We lost so bad, it was not fair. But we learnt a lot ... Lucentis is a new drug for macular degeneration, alendronate in the bone hangs around forever. Pepto-Bismuth can turn your tongue grayish-black. Interesting.
I got one question right. I have been beaming all day :) Fanconi's Syndrome can be caused by outdated tetracyclines. Coincidentally, DKS asked me that same question later that day.
I have been out of the loop with the prospective residents interviewing at our hospital but I have seen a few candidates come through the VA. They handle theirs a little differently even making lunch for the candidates (read: the VA will not pay for the lunch!) I thought that was hilarious
Reminds me of a phone conversation DKS had one day when his secretary had gone to lunch and he was manning the phones
DKS: Hello, this is DKS, how may I help you
Person: Hi, can I speak to Dr. R?
DKS: Sorry, he's not available, can I take a message
Person: You may not know me but I was calling to give Dr. R my match number
DKS: Oh, I know you. You are from St. Louis
Person: Oh!
DKS: Yes, I remember you. You had a very strong interview, the buzz is on about you here
Person: Oh thanks
DKS: Ok, I'll give your match number to Dr. R and hope to see you soon
Person: Bye
And he barely spent 5 minutes with this girl! He has an excellent memory. So scary |
| posted by lala @ 8:05 PM |
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| Our Love Story |
| Wednesday, February 14, 2007 |
It all started when we elected Cecil as our class president for 03/04. Cecil was the right person to be president because he was very hardworking, proactive and really on top of things. Now our class was the shiznit, unlike other classes with all their rivalry and cliques, our class was a fun loving hybrid of african-asian-african-american people. We knew were in there to do well and obtain our degrees but that did not make people unnecessarily competitive or hateful. We really flowed together.
You could read with the ethiopian group, african group ... infact, I can't even say there was any pure geographical group. It was not uncommon to see a Nigerian, 2 Iranians and 1 Asian doing everything together (don't kill me Larry for talking about you), we had nigerian, ethiopian and senegalese group, we had our greek fraternities in the house (one ubersmart and the other more bubbly)repping all shades oh. It was really beautiful
Back to the story, one day in February Cecil called a meeting for guys only. Of course all the ladies hung around to find out what the meeting was about. Well, they all lied when they came out about personal business of Cecil's.
Oh please! We did not believe them at all but we could pry nothing out of them so we had to let it be. Hmm, come val's day oh, as we were about to enter the class for Applied Therapeutics by 3pm and everybody was playing it was going to be quick so we could go on home, we saw rose petals by the doors leading to the classroom. Shuo! Whats going on here? I wondered as I entered the class jejely to take my favorite spot at the back of the class (where I could easily sneak out into the computer room and play chess)
Next thing radio appeared and Anita Baker's "Sweet Love" started playing and all the guys walked in all dressed up to the nines! Talk about hunks!!!!!!! I was feeling those fine-as-hell brothers, all 26 or so of them.
They started handing all the ladies roses, we were all screaming!!!! We screamed down the house abeg. Sotay people came to see what the ruckus was about. Music was playing, we had our roses, we gave them all hugs and life was beautiful.
I think that was my best Valentine's day ever. It restored my faith in humans oh. Cecil and co. thanks for making my day on that Valentine's Day. The day was off the chain.
Hope you all had a good day. Mine was okay. M called by midnight to wish me a happy day. Of course I did not tell him I'm not a big fan of valentine's day just in case so we talked and later hung up. Then later today I got an email from Babylove. Babylove hmmm..... I'll blog about him another day |
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| The Love Doc's In! |
| Tuesday, February 13, 2007 |
Well, love is in the air so I am going to show some love to some naija bloggers. Now y'all inspire me but some posts I call memorable ... just cuz they creep into my thoughts sometimes and thats not easy considering all the blogs I read
NYSC 101
I thought this was a really informative post on requirement needed for completing the NYSC for those that are interested
Blogging- The Things We Do
I thought that was really hilarious. I haven't googled how to get your blog noticed, I however plan on doing that. I have also never asked anybody to add me to their blog roll. Other than that, I am guilty as accused!
I'm not really attracted to Nigerian women
I thought this was interesting. Not trying to open any old troubles though
I have a few more that I can't dig up right now.
Happy Valentine's Day!!!! |
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| Cracks In My Sidewalk |
| Monday, February 12, 2007 |
....Continued
"Mrs Chimeezey, you are now free to go, the charges against you has been dropped" said the little white lady as she opened the cell door. I did not even see her, I was lost in thought. I still could not believe my husband had left me to spend the night in jail. He hung up on me when I had called from the jail phone and refused to pick up on the other occasions I had called. My heart was cold, I knew right then that I was leaving him. The son of a bitch had the nerve to treat me like a slave after I had been so good to him. Borne him two kids and everything, oh! not even hell could contain the war that would erupt as soon as I got home. No sooner did I get home that I saw my husband leaving the house in his SUV. As soon as he saw me, he turned back and went to park in front of our house. I totally ignored him and went to my room and started throwing clothes into my suitcases. To my surprise, he did not say anything, only standing at the door and watching me. As soon as I had packed enough clothes, I ran to my sons' rooms and started packing their clothes too.
"Oh, you are not going anywhere with my kids, don't you even dare!" Emeka said as he came over to where I was and snatched Ebere's shoes out of my hands.
"You don't want to start with me, Emeka. You better stay out of my way" I screamed at him
."No you stay out of my way, you prostitute!" he said "you ingrate, how could you do this to me?"
"Do what to you? What did I do to you?" I asked
"I can't believe this, you look me straight in the eye and ask me what you did to me? what you did to me? So you don't know what you did to me, right?" Emeka said, with an incredulous look on his face.
"I am a human being Emeka and I make mistakes ok? That still gives you no right to lie to the police and have me locked up" I said
"What did I do to you Juliana? I really loved you, I gave you all I could and still you persist in embarrassing me in front of the world" Emeka said slumping his shoulders in dejection
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Emeka" I said sitting down on the bed in Ebere's room. Luckily, my sons were at school so they did not have to hear all the ruckus between their father and I.
"Three months after you came here, Juliana you slept with my cousin, why of all people my cousin John?". As soon as he said that, my heart sank. Oh my God, no wonder his behavior towards me changed. I cannot believe that stupid idiot told my husband. What was he thinking? Ok, I admit, I did have sex with John on several occasions when Emeka was on call but that wasn't my fault.
And as a matter of fact, I have come to this decision about me. I have a high sex drive and thats that. I was created that way and I can't help it that when a man touches me, I start shaking with passion. I was made that way and thats the simple truth. Almost every night Emeka fell asleep before he even hit the pillow and that left me unsatisfied. Well one night, Emeka was not supposed to be on call so I had made plans for a quiet intimate dinner. I bought candles, some aphrodisiac bath oils so we could soak in the bathtub together. But then he called from work and said they needed him and I was so upset, I was literally quivering in anger. I hung the phone up on him. About 10 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I went to the door, checked through the peephole to see who it was. It was John, Emeka's cousin.
"Hi, John" I said, opening up the door for him.
"Hi, Julie, where's Emeka" he asked as he sat down on the couch opposite the TV set.
"He's still working" I said "would you like something to drink?"
"No, thanks. I'm fine" he responded "but there is something I would like to ask you""What is it?" I asked, curious.
"Well" he said moving closer to me "is it okay if our niece from Nigeria stays here for a while. I thought Emeka was going to be here so I could ask the two of you together. She's only 19 and she needs somewhere to stay and she cannot stay at my place because its too far and she has no means of transportion."
"Thats ok, she can stay with us" I said, shrugging.
"Thanks" he said rising "I have to go now"
I walked behind him to the door and as soon as he got to the door he turned abruptly
"By the way ...." and he bumped right into me because he did not do how close to him I was standing
"Oh sorry" he stammered but he was still standing to close to me, I could feel his breath on my face. There I was in my pink satin robe, under which I was wearing next to nothing and I could feel his warm, warm body next to mine. He kissed me on the lips and it felt heavenly. I was ready for love and love I gave to John. Well, maybe not exactly love but the sex was one of the most animalistic I had ever had. We started kissing and touching each other and somehow managed to get to one of the guest bedrooms where we tore off each other's clothes and went at it. You could have heard my sighs of pleasure from a mile away and he kept talking to me calling me all kinds of love names because he enjoying the sex so much. John did not leave until 5am the next day and Emeka came back around 7am, tired and just headed for his bed. And as all these memories rushed back, I was so enraged that John could actually tell Emeka about that. What did he hope to gain by that?
"Emeka, I'm not going to stand here and argue with you, you can call me any kind of name you want to but just remember one thing, if you took care of your business at home, I would have had no reason to go outside" I said pointing my index finger at him
"Yes, I know its my fault, it has to be my fault because you just cannot face up to the responsibility of any action of yours" he retorted
"Ok, thats fine too but I have to leave so just get out of my way so I can pack my babies' stuff" I screamed at him
"You are not going anywhere with the kids, Juliana" he replied calmly. I continued packing up all my stuff and carried as much as I could to my Benz which I drove off and lodged into a motel 6. I tried to call Ben from there but he was not picking up his phone. I had not seen him since the cops picked me up at the motel 6 and I was kind of disappointed that he hadn't called or emailed me to ask about my well-being.
Three days later, I decided to call his house. On the third ring, a female voice answered "Hello"
"Hello" I replied "can I speak to Ben?"
"Who is this?" the voice questioned, suddenly becoming hostile
"My name is Juliana and I need to speak with Ben" I replied
There was a sharp gasp as the other end of the line and the voice said slowly" I can't believe you have the nerve to call here"
"And why is that?" I asked with a total disregard. I knew it was Chigozie but I could care less what she thought at that moment.
"Don't you dare call my house again, you homewrecker" she said and hung the phone up on me. I called right back and we went at it
"First of all, you don't have a home with Ben, Ben is mine" I told her."Funny, but the marriage certificate hanging on my wall tells me otherwise" she said coldly.
"I don't care about no marriage certificate, I met him first, we were supposed to get married" I yelled at her
"Yeah, supposed to, but your horny little ass still couldn't keep from fucking around" she retorted
"You nasty mouthed woman, wait til I get to you" I warned her
"Look, there is nothing you can do, so please keep your disease-infested body away from my husband, my h-u-s-b-a-n-d, you hear?" she screamed at me and hung up the phone. I dropped the phone slowly and contemplated my next course of action. Chigozie had a lot of gall, hanging up on me like that. Clearly, she had no idea what I could do to her.
After all, Ben belonged to me first and I had more of a right to him than she did. And I planned on keeping my man. He had gotten away from the first time, it was definitely not going to happen again. Later that night, when I was sure the good doctor had gone to work, I went back home.
Amazingly, he had still not changed the locks. I let myself in and went upstairs to his study. In his study, my husband kept some chemicals and some drugs for emergencies and all what not. I grabbed a bottle of succinylcholine. Emeka had told me one time, that you could kill somebody with it and never be caught because it was hard to trace in the body. After taking the bottle, I let myself out the house and went back to the Motel 6 where I plotted my next move.
Though it was cold in front of the Starbucks Coffee, I waited patiently because I knew Ben would soon appear from the building across the street. A couple of minutes later, I saw him.
"Ben, Ben" I called out to him, waving furiously. He turned, saw me and stopped. I quickly ran over to him and he enveloped me in a big hug
"What happened to you, honey?" I asked him "you never checked up on me"
"Hmm, Juliana, you have put me through a lot of things in my lifetime" he said slowly. Pulling up my face gently, he asked me "What is going on with you? You need to take more control over your life or else....
"Or else what?" I asked him, daring him to mention the unmentionable
"We need to talk seriously ok? Ben said. I walked with him quietly to his grey Honda Accord and got him beside him. We drove to the Comfort Inn that was a couple of miles up the street.
"I have something to tell you" Ben said gently holding my two hands in his. He brought them up to his mouth and gave them a quick kiss "This can't continue and we both know that, we are hurting too many people"
"We have to think of ourselves too, you know. We are in love" I replied firmly
"I know that but we both married to other people" he said "too many people are going to get hurt by this"."Do you know" he continued "your husband was parked less than a quarter of a mile away from where we were that day. As soon as the police drove off, he came in with a bunch of Mexicans wielding leadpipes and they beat me within a inch of my life"
"What!" Are you serious?" I asked
"Yes I am" Ben replied "and so, thats how my wife found out everything and we now have a lawsuit pending against your husband"
"Oh! my God! I cannot believe this" I said shaking my head. Emeka's behavior was just appalling!
"So, Ben continued "its with deep sadness I have to cut off this relationship because we are hurting too many people including ourselves"
"Oh Ben, please don't say that, I'm nothing without you. Why can't you get a divorce, be man enough Ben, I have left Emeka for you. You should leave Chigozie for me" I told him
"Okay, I have no problem with doing that but its going to take a little time ok?" he responded lifting my chin so that I was standing face-to-face with him. That day, we made love numerous times but as he slept, I looked at him. I did not for a second believe that he would leave Chigozie for me so I was determined to take matters into my hands. I quietly took his keys from his pants that he had hung up in the closet and dashed out to the hard ware store that was in the shopping mall opposite the motel. I was out of breath when I came back but luckily, Ben was still asleep and I put his keys back into his pocket. Around 3p.m, he woke up and with a quick kiss, he dashed into his car and left for home. I still needed to find a right time when only Chigozie would be home to carry out my plan.
The opportunity they say favor the prepared so when the opportunity cropped up, I pounced. Ben called me a couple of weeks later at my cousin's house where I was staying temporarily that he was going to be in Nebraska for a week and I could join him if I wanted to, I took the address of the place he was going to stay and promised to join him. He left for Nebraska on a saturday so around 12midnight that saturday, using the copy of Ben's keys I had made, I let myself into Ben's apartment. Everywhere was quiet and I stood still for about 5minutes to get used to the darkness and I made my way to the nearest door. The first door was clearly a children's bedroom because I could see toys everywhere on the floor. I quietly closed that door and tried the next one that was about two feet down the hallway. This bedroom looked more luxurious than the previous one and I assumed that was the bedroom that Ben and Chigozie shared. Well, I did assume correctly because I could see somebody's body presumably Chigozie's on the bed. Without even thinking, I went up there, grabbed a hold of her arm.
"Who's that?" she asked in fear. I held her tightly and tried to bring out the cottonballs containing chloroform, I was carrying in my pocketbook. She struggled but I held on tighter until I was finally able to bring out the cottonball, I pushed it down over her nose and before three minutes she was unconscious. I crawled back to the door to find the light switch and as soon as I turned on the lights I was back by the bed and I hurriedly injected the vial of succinylcholine I had into her arm and left as quickly as I had come.
Revenge was just a beautiful thing I thought to myself as I enjoyed the company of Ben in Nebraska. He had no idea what had happened back at home and honestly, I did not stop to think about his kids or anything, I just wanted to be with Ben and I did what I had to do to be with him. When we disembarked at the Dulles Airport in washington DC, we took different cabs home. Immediately I reached home, I told my cousin I was going to Nigeria for a while to figure things out and started parking again. She told me that Emeka had called several times asking if I was there and she had said no as I had asked her to do. I had no wish to speak to him. I missed my kids but right now I had no choice. I had to go to court and get the legal custody of my babies.
But I needed a little break first. I booked a flight for Friday so I could get enjoy the weekend in Nigeria, hopefully with my mother. "Wow" I said to myself as I walked to the empty check-in counter, "where is the long line?" I hurried up so that I could check in and get something to eat before the plane took off.
"Mrs. Chimeezey?" said a voice from behind me.I turned, I did not know that voice. It was a tall blonde white man in a brown suit.
"Can I help you? I asked him looking at him cautiously. Too many things happened these days at airports so I did not want to really speak to this stranger."Can you come with me please?" he continued
"Why?" I countered a bit irritated. I did not need all this disturbance right before my journey. I followed him a bit petulantly to a small office. "Can I see your passport, ma'm?" he said politely. I threw the passport at him and he took a look at it and stood up.
"Mrs. Chimeezey, you are under arrest for the murder of Mrs. Isokwe" he said holding up his badge.
"What?" my heart skipped a couple of beats, "w-w-hats are you talking about, sir?" I asked
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say may or can be used against you in a court of law" he said calmly. As I felt the cold metal of the cuffs going around my wrist again, I slumped against the police officer. Another officer entered the room and held me upright while the first police officer finished handcuffing me.
As they led me out of the office, I saw the crowd that had not been there when I first came up to the check-out counter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ben lunge at me "Murderer! how could you, how could you?" he screamed and grabbed me by my hair. The police officers quickly restrained him and pulled him away from me. Then Emeka came up to me and in his eyes I could see a great sadness."How could a mother do this? How can you kill somebody else's child, how could you?" he questioned me and I understood then he must have informed the police that I took some succinylcholine from his refrigerator but how did they link it to Chigozie? Didn't he brag to me that succinylcholine was impossible to detect in the human body I wondered. I guess I must have been a fool to believe him and thats why I say I swear I didn't start out like this. Dirty clothes and hair all messed upand looking pretty stupid. I'm just a victim of circumstances. |
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| Cracks In My Sidewalk |
| Sunday, February 11, 2007 |
Ok, this is an old story (circa. 2001)so I apologize. But my excuses are
1. I really want to blog tonight.2. It was really busy at work today so I don't have any energy left3. Looking at my stories make me feel like writing again, its been a while 4....Want more excuses? :) Cos I can go on you know
Your critiques are welcome (hmm ...careful now, stellagirl)
CRACKS IN MY SIDEWALK.
I didn't start out like this. I swear I didn't. Dirty clothes, hair all messed up and looking pretty stupid. I am just the victim of circumstances. I should never have listened to my so called friends.Take my advice, friends are good for nobody. It started when I was 15. Innocent,the guy that used to live upstairs always had me running errands for him and rewarded me generously. He must have been at least 30 years or so I couldn't really say because I never asked. One day after I had gone to the market to buy foodstuff for him, he grabbed one of my breasts! I screamed and he let go of me quickly but that day he gave me five naira. More money than I had ever seen in my life at once. From that day onwards, he would touch my breasts and then give me some money. Eventually he progressed to sucking on my nipples. That was really erotic but still I was scared I would get pregnant so I told him and he started laughing at me and told me all about sex. By the time I was 17, I was having sex with Innocent regularly. My parents never suspected anything and Innocent did keep me in style. He bought me nice clothes, my hair always looked nice and my friends always envied me because my parents were very generous to me too.
I dated Innocent till he got married when I was 19. Even after he got married, I still hooked up with him sometimes especially since I was now in a higher institution. School was a breeze because I had a lot of male friends who took me out dancing and to real fancy restaurants. When I was 22, I met this guy named Okezie. Okezie was a sweetheart. I have to admit, I treated him like shit but he always came back. He totally adored me, never a weekend would he not offer to take me to someplace new and interesting. Sometimes I went with him and sometimes I went with more interesting offers. By the time I was serving in Kano, Okezie started talking about marriage. I wasn't too interested because I had just met this guy Ben.
Ben was huh! I have no words for Ben. He was tall, dark and handsome for starters. Made mad money doing his 419 deals and was an incurable romantic. I was yet to meet anybody that could turn me on like Ben. He was so good in bed I could never resist him. I still remember one party we went to in lagos, he wanted me in the bathroom and boyfriend was so fine I agreed. We sneaked off into the bathroom downstairs where he immediately started sucking on my breasts. I loved the way Ben sucked my nipples; very slowly and with his tongue encircling my areolas next thing he was pulling down my skirt and and when he entered me, I must have reached heaven immediately. The orgasm was so fierce, I nearly screamed out loud. After the sex, we quickly rejoined others and as soon as we got to his house we jumped on each other again. Ben was unbelievable. We took trips to Obudu cattle ranch and Oguta lake, Every moment with him was well worth it. All Ben had to do was call me and I would come running. Our sexual escapades could fill books! Long kisses under the moonlight. Don't laugh, Ben was that sort of guy and I , yours truly was that sort of girl so it came as a total shock to me when he got married in 1992. My whole world fell apart! Though I never gave up Okezie, Ben was my main man, the person I hoped to share the rest of my life with. But he went and got married to this skank named Chigozie. I was totally devastated. His friends always say Ben married Chigozie because he caught me cheating on him. Ben never actually caught me cheating. I admit, I still slept over at Okezie's house on days I told him I was at my cousin Felicia's house. I mean, I was way too smart to get caught like that. I believe one of my useless , envious girlfriends told him. And I'm seriously suspecting Chioma Iloka because she is that kind of person. She always had an eye for Ben anyway. Still, I couldn't handle Ben's marriage to someone else so when Dr. Chimezie came calling from America, I was ready!
Dr. Chimezie was a 36 yr old man that resided in Washington DC. He was well spoken and very brilliant. He told me he got a straight scholarship from high school until he finished his residency. He was that good. Dr. Chimezie was really kind to me and it was pretty much a whirlwind romance. His parents really liked me and encouraged him to marry me. We got married about a year after meeting and six months later, I had joined him in Washington DC. Of course my friends were really jealous though they had all encouraged me to marry him but I did not care about them. they all were double edged swords, advising me to marry Dr Chimezie but at the same time hating me for my good fortune. Washington DC was definitely a far cry from Nigeria. I had to gain a sense of independence I had never really needed before. I also went back to school because Chimezie wanted me to. The world was my oyster so I decided to fulfil my dreams of becoming a lawyer. Back at Unizik, I had studied Economics and I was lucky to find a school that accepted my degree from Nigeria so I only had to take a few classes before going to law school. Tha was when all my troubles started. At first it started with little things. Doc complaining when I was 5 minutes later than I told him I would be to outright taking my car keys and preventing me from going to school. We really fought because I was not about to put up with that kind of mess. Though I had two kids, I still coped very well with my studies and many people were jealous of me and my family. But as for Chimezie, he really changed on me. I have no idea what came over him. I was very good to him as a wife. I cooked and cleaned and respected him but once in a while, I had to seek solace outside the home because he worked so hard. He fell asleep before he could even crawl into bed but he was still a very good father to his kids. Still, he left me unsatisfied sexually and honestly I was going to try and manage myself until unfortunately I met Ben again. Oh my God, I don't even know if I regret or am happy about the day I was reunited with Ben again. The meeting was innocuous enough. I saw him at a seminar that I required to pass a class I had taken in my sophomore year. Ben was still as charming as ever and I could see in his eyes he still liked me. He had his wife had 3 kids by then and they were currently living 15 minutes away from my house. I invited him and his wife to join my husband and I for dinner the following week. He declined at first but later he agreed to come for dinner with his wife the next week
"Mmm, baby that feels really good" I said as I sat astride Ben. He filled me completely. I could feel his dick up to my throat and I was so weak as waves and waves of orgasms washed through me. Ben was a drug I could not resist.I seduced him, I agree I did but I didn't know what else to do. I was totally fed up with Chimezie by then and Ben was too good to resist. We met at a motel 6 at the other side of town. As far as possible from both our homes as could be. But like the old saying, every day is for the thief but one day is for the owner of the house. It was an ordinary day, Ben and I had arranged to meet on the Motel 6 at Main street and I was really happy to see him because I had not seen him for about a month as he went to Nigeria to visit his parents and the sex was even more exciting than usual. Ben was in my arms sleeping when I heard a loud knocking on the door. I was not really alarmed expecting to see the desk clerk at the door, though why he could not have called on the phone, I did not know. My jaw almost dropped when I saw a policeman at the door, my heart skipped a couple of beats.
"Mrs Chimeezey?" the officer asked in an american accent.
"Yes, how can I help you?" I asked clutching my half open blouse to my chest.
"You are under arrest for driving a stolen car" he said
"Driving a stolen car?" I repeated after him slowly "how can that be? This car belongs to me"
"Is the car registered to you, Mrs Chimeezey? he asked me
"No, it is registered to my husband, Dr Chimezie" I replied coldly, I could now see where this was going. The policeman walked back to his car and spoke into his little radio. By then Ben had woken up and came to the door, panicking. I told him to calm down because I now knew my husband had reported the car stolen.
"Ma'm, a Dr Chimeezey has reported this car stolen" said the officer, walking back up to me from his car
"But I am married to him" I replied
"According to the doctor, the two of you had been separated for 3 months now" he said, looking down at his papers
"No, we are not separated" I said, now very angry.
"I'm sorry ma'm" said the officer and with that he started to place a pair of handcuffs on my wrists. By now, I was so pissed, I started struggling with the officer and before I knew it, two more policemen had arrived on the scene and that was how they took me away to the station, kicking and screaming.
TO BE CONTINUED
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| The 10 Signs of Blog Addiction |
| Saturday, February 10, 2007 |
10. You check your blog stats a LOT. You occasionally get up in the middle of the night and sneak a peak.
9. Your significant other suspects you are having an affair with your blog. Even when you’re alone with your special person, you do find yourself thinking what your blog might be doing right then…
8. You “mental blog” while driving or on the train, and sometimes even when you are alone in the shower.
7. You filter everything through your post-writing. You can’t watch a movie, see a play, read an article, or share a sweet moment with your child without thinking of whether it’s blog-worthy.
6. You suffer from “blog envy” when another blogger posts something juicy before you do. You suffer “comment envy” when said post gets 40-something comments – the jerk!
5. You “binge blog” 3 or 4 posts at once—only to feel guilty and empty afterward.
4. You ditched all your real friends for blog friends, because, well, “they understand.” You bypass Bowling Alone at the bookstore (who really cares?) while you reach for Naked Conversations.
3. You think, “I can stop at any time.”
2. Your lunch hour has become your “blog hour.” You keep a few posts tucked in your desk in case you need them during the day.
1. After 5 minutes of meeting someone really interesting you ask, “So - do you blog?” |
| posted by lala @ 2:36 PM |
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| Friday Five: Growing Up! |
| Friday, February 09, 2007 |
1. What did you want to be when you grew up?
A pharmacist and a writer
2. Did you follow through? If not, what happened?
Partially. I am a pharmacist but I still haven't done much in terms of writing, just a few short stories here and there I have been asked to continue but ... right now, I have other things I have to deal with. (sorry guys)
3. Is your life turning out the way you thought it would when you were a kid? If not, is it better or worse?
I think my life is better now than as a kid. I got the chance of a lifetime and I haven't looked back since then. So yes, my life is turning out the way I wanted.
4. Paradoxes aside, if you could time-travel back to when you were 10 years old, what would you tell your 10-year-old self?
Try not to be so quick with your tongue. Enjoy your readings, they will help your maturity and self-worth some day.
5. Do you think the child you were, would like the adult you've become?
Yes! Fo' sure! I absolutely rock. Contentment and patience are my middle names. I have grown to cherish and respect people. Have maintained deep friendships while holding on to my authenticity. |
| posted by lala @ 7:57 PM |
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| .... And They Said No |
| Wednesday, February 07, 2007 |
Well, the hospital I interviewed at, sent me one of those little postcards saying they went with another candidate. Man, my ego was a little bruised ... (I no go lie now) but I'm glad. The people were not nice at all so I would have said no if they had offered me the job. Its all about the "fit" people, don't ever forget it. You have to be a good fit for that company or you will have a lot of trouble.
Anyway, I will be going on the next interview in 2 weeks. I have this killer book (Knock 'em dead) from DKS that talks about everything you can encounter in a job interview.
Talking about DKS, hmm how about I walked into the office on Tuesday and saw a bunch of stuff on my deak with "Stella read, and lets discuss" I could feel a headache coming on but I braved it now ... no be me again? So I opened this stuff, I saw all these tapes dealing with communication skills, effective presentations, the whole works. I was in "Self-Help" heaven. By now, I think y'all must have figured out I absolutely love self help books, they really work!
A little story ... when I finished from high school or secondary school as we call it, nobody would visit me ...except for Amara, we were like 5 & 6. Omo, when I go hang with a friend, they tell me all the people that stopped by their house. Now granted, I wasn't exactly a social butterfly but I wanted people to stop by my crib from time to time. Well, I started looking inwards, now I wasn't exactly a bitch but omo, I spoke my mind oh ... sometimes too much. So I decided to change things and I happened upon a copy of Dale Carnegie's "How to win friends and influence people" and I read it and practiced and practiced and practiced and I saw changes. I was nicer to people, put a little bass in my voice when necessary. All I have to say is "It worked!!!!" I still don't have tons of friends (don't want to) but I have great friends and in general, people tend to like me.
So the moral of the story, self help books work. Give it a trial. Well, the first one I started reading really touched me. Its pretty old ... it comes with audiotapes but it sure did bring tears to my eyes. It was Earl Nighingale's 'Lead The Field". Good book, haven't had motivation so good in a long time I swear. Please get this book if you can. Awesome!
And Valentine's Day is coming. And I have a story about the best valentine day story. You will like, I promise
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| posted by lala @ 6:54 PM |
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| Three PDAs, Two MP3 Players, One Laptop And Still Technologically Challenged! |
| Sunday, February 04, 2007 |
This una technology tire me sef. Early last week, as I was strolling to my office, I saw an array of stuff (pens, candy, notepads etc) on display by the secretary's desk from one pharma company. Well, I took a pen, turns out to be a 3-in-1 stylus pen. It has a stylus, laser point and yes it is also a pen! As I headed to my zone, I just thought about all the stylus pens I have sitting in my house. That led into even deeper thinking, the 3 PDAs in my house. Good googly moggly!!!
How on earth? Well, I'll tell you the story in a minute. It all started in my last yr of pharm school when I realized I just had to have a PDA! It was ABSOLUTELY important to my education. I mean, there was no way I was going to be part of a multi-disciplinary rounding team without having a PDA equipped with drug information capabilities. So I got a PDA ... need less to say (does anybody still use those words?) I never got to shine with it because I was rarely prepared. By the time, I had popped out my PDA to look for "conivaptan", the attending physician had long moved on to another patient. Oy vey!
That was the first one. I got another PDA from the department because I was a resident, this PDA could not even be synced to our computers in the office. How does that happen? We called the IS (information systems) people tire, after that, we all stopped messing with that thing and started using our own PDAs.
The third and final PDA came with my office. This year, we had 1 too many residents so I got my own office space since we had an empty office. Well, this office had belonged to a manager so it came with a few trimmings like leather chair (which somebody stole) and the works.
The MP3 players are a story for another day and I swear my laptop has some extra features ... if only I knew what they were!
So as for the stylus pen, I used it to buy a few favors. Hopefully, I will not have a lot of problems when I'm the administrator on call because my A-team will come to the rescue.As a matter of fact, I went home and brought out my stash of pens and other goodies accumulated from different conferences and I gave them out to the A-team.
Now don't worry, I know they are nice small gifts for naija but I have another conference coming up in May so that where I will accumulate my stash for my trip to Naija before the end of the year. Thats why I can give away this stash
As for we get up to at these conferences in the name of getting their freebies ... you don't want to even know
Happy Super Bowl Sunday! |
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| Oh No! Its Super Bowl Sunday! |
| Saturday, February 03, 2007 |
So thats whats the fuss was all about. It was so hard to get somebody to sign up to come in to work on Sunday.
I guess my first inkling should have come when the secretary faxed a prospective candidate's resume to the VA and included where my oga Kpatakpata and DKS would be having dinner with the candidate. Well DKS was so concerned with "supper time" as he called it and I just could not understand why.
Finally he asked me "what time is the play off tomorrow?"
Me: "Play -what?"
DKS: "The Superbowl"
Me: "Oh! I have no idea."
DKS: "Well, I don't want to go to dinner with the candidate and miss the game"
Me: "Huh, I'll call C.(the secretary)
DKS: "Maybe you can take the candidate out so I can watch the Super Bowl"
Me: "Eh ..." (trailing off cos I couldn't think of what to say)
Finally we called C who told us they would be eating in a restaurant that had 2 large screen TVs and then DKS was finally pacified.
As for me, I got roped into working cos of this yeye Super Bowl thingie as nobody was willing to sign up but thats ok, sports is not really my forte. I get Monday off though and then Tuesday starts with an eval with Oga kpatakpata. I can definitely live without that particular meeting.
Anyway a practice tip from DKS ...
"Remember the inverted triangle - What is the problem?
How best to solve it
Who best to solve it
Seacrest out!
I've always wanted to say that :)
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| posted by lala @ 11:29 PM |
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| Friday Five: On The Line! |
| Friday, February 02, 2007 |
1. How much time do you spend online in a given weekday? What about the weekends?
A lot of time. Since most of my work is done online, I spend upwards of 10 -12 hours online daily. For weekends its even longer ... as long as I'm home, I'm probably online
2. What time(s) of day do you go online? Is it the same every day?
I tend to be online during the daytime, rarely in the middle of the night and its the same every day
3. When you first get online, what do you do first? What sites do you visit every day?
I check my email (groupwise, yahoo &hotmail). I visit www.fggcowerri.com and www.nigerianbloggers.com daily
4. How many online journals/blogs do you read regularly? What are some of your favorites and why?
As many as I can get to. Pretty much anybody who is listed on www.nigerianbloggers.com
Fav
www.hyenasbelly.blogspot.com : Very articulate and funny naija chica
5. Other than reading e-mails and journals, what else do you do online?
Shopping, chatting, research, play games on Yahoo, banking and reading eBooks
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| Fire In Ya Belly! |
| Thursday, February 01, 2007 |
So I started today at the VA with DKS and it is cool. Went through the whole access code and password, fingerprinting stuff for the better part of the day. I accompanied him to an OFA (Old Fart Administrator ... as one of my ogas would say) meeting. Quite different from our own meetings. But it was great. After lunch, he gave me some books to read and some practice tips. Let me tell you, DKS is the king of practice tips. "Fire in your belly" he likes to say. I'll try to put down the daily practice tips he gives me as I remember. He's like "write this down, this is a practice tip for you"
But my day did not start so easy oh. Firstly, there was this whole noise about snow the previous day an we were suppose to have a 7am meeting before going to the VA. I work up by 5am, no snow so the meeting was still on. I set the alarm for 5:30am an I work up by 6:23. I bathed and got dressed in like 10 mins. I guess that excuses the soap suds I had in full view in my ears. These yeye Southerns, they will never tell you things like that. Luckily as I was applying small pancake to my face in my office, I saw it and removed it.
I was supposed to give a small report at this meeting, Oga kpatakpata gave it to somebody else. No wahala sha. I'm just glad its over ... hopefully
Anyway, back to DKS he gave me 4 books to read
1. How to get your point across in 30 seconds or less
2. The 7 habits of highly effective people
3.Principle-centered leadership
4.Knock 'em dead 2005: The Ultimate Job Seeker's Guide (wish I got this before last my interview)
You can see I have my work cut out for me. Anyway I love reading motivational books ... yes I'm a nerd. So f**king what? Are you just finding that out?
As for my January goals, I made some and missed some. I will be putting up Feb's goals soon. |
| posted by lala @ 8:26 PM |
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| About Me |
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Name: lala
Home: Memphis, Tennessee, United States
About Me: I'm an introvert. I love challenges and the "path less taken". I have discovered that life more of a journey than a destination so I try to enjoy each day. And if you've never failed at anything then you haven't tried anything outside your comfort zone. Right now, I have a love/hate relationship with Memphis. I love the city because the people are very friendly but careerwise, this place will be a dead end for me.
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