I stand to be corrected

So many statements have been formed to describe life. Some say life is a game, life is a journey, life is short, and life is what you make it among many others. However, it is up to you and me to choose what to believe.

For me, life is very unpredictable! One time you happy the next you sad and lonely. One time you have everything you need the next you have nothing. It is just as they say life is short and therefore make use of it. Life is short is one statement I don’t get. Yes life is short yet people live even more than a hundred years before their death. More so others live shorter! So can you still say life is short!? For me I think life is unpredictable and so live each day as it comes.

Even the Holy scriptures tells us not to worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself since each day has enough trouble of its own (Matt. 6:34). Many of us live to toil and moil for the future they never get to see. Few others just live to toil to get enough for the day and live to see the future they never anticipated. However, I stand to be corrected.

Today a lot is happening. People are murdered every day. There's genocide, war, corruption. Every day, somewhere in the world, somebody sacrifices his life to save someone else. Every day, someone, somewhere takes a conscious decision to destroy someone else. People find love, people lose it. For Christ's sake, a child watches her mother beaten to death on the steps of a church. Someone goes hungry. Somebody else betrays his best friend for a woman. Church leaders are betraying their congregation by engaging in ungodly acts. Just to mention but a few. And yes with all these happenings we still need not to worry!

However, we are not made of steel. We are human beings and for that reason we are subjected to worry due to the many things that happen to us. But the way we handle our worries is what matters most. Worrying can be helpful when it spurs you to take action and solve a problem. But if you are preoccupied with “what ifs” and worst-case scenarios, worry becomes a problem. Therefore, what should we do to obey the scriptures by not worrying?

Just as I began by saying life is unpredictable, we should stop predicting our future based on the kind of life we live at the present. This is because no one knows what tomorrow holds. Let’s take each day as it comes and be grateful.  Above all let’s read and obey the Scriptures (depending on our beliefs) to have more knowledge and understanding of how we should live.  

Adios

The type of Men in my Life

Dear diary,

I know not why I am doing this but I'll do it anyway. A thought just crossed my mind and it left me thinking about the type of men in my life and how I can describe them in one word. I describe them as per their actions;

The charmer
He always makes me smile with his charming words and tricks.His aim is to always see me smile and to spend time with me though with no strings attached.

The Jaw Breaker
Every word that comes out of his mouth cracks me out.Even a simple salutation from him is usually hilarious.He doesn't talk much about love but from his eyes you can tell how passionate he is for me.

The Con
Every move he makes is accurately calculated to derive something from me.From the way he shakes my hand to the way he talks...one can tell he is up to get something. He is the kind that robs and dumps for better.

The Dreamer
His whole life is a dream. His dream comes true when am around him.. hehe..He always talks of the number of kidz he wants to have with me...The kind of wedding he'll have with me...blahblahblah....He calls me in the middle of night just to tell me of the dream he had and I was in it......!@#$%$

The Mr. Perfect
He is different...He is rarely around me.And when he is he is never there to make me laugh smile or the like.Actually whenever he is around I am usually afraid...Not that he is a threat but because he makes me come out of my shell. He criticizes me a lot but I like it because he make me stronger as a person. His key highlight is that he is very unpredictable.

 Adios

The diary of a troubled intern

Dear Diary,

I hope the next time I am writing to you I will not be sitting in this chair that I am in and using this table that I am using. I am fed up. I remember it like yesterday, that faithful day when I received my letter of appointment as an Intern to this organization. At that time words could not describe what I felt. All joyful and motivated to work hard so that I get a position in this reputable organization that everyone was craving to enter. Which I did, I totally worked hard and after my three months of internship, I got a call from the organization requesting that I continue with my work.

With great excitement and joy I couldn’t wait to start working. I was so proud of myself for my wish had been granted. I called everyone to tell them the good news. Indeed they were good news. When I commenced working my enthusiasm to work was inevitable. I worked and sacrificed all I could for the organization. I got credit for the jobs I did and also got a few rewards from my immediate supervisor (mark you, immediate supervisor). But all that I never got was recognition from the organization. For six months I did my work diligently getting financial support from my well able parents (what would I do without them?) When I talk of finances I mean house rent, bus fare, food, and monies for my own upkeep.

I bet by now you’ve realized that I was working with no pay. In other words, I was volunteering my services to the organization something I don’t regret because I was paying to get experience. Indeed I got the experience I wanted.

After  six months the organization decided to create positions for individuals like me (Volunteers).They advertised quite several positions including which we applied ( you noticed I wasn’t the only one paying for my experience). The positions were to be on a contract basis where one would be paid a certain amount of money per day which would then be calculated in wholesome at the end of the month. That’s what the contract said and for sure that’s what we signed for.

Just to take you back a little, after we applied for the positions we never seized to come to work. We were required to report to work every day. Oh! Or should I say we needed to pay for our experience until they confirmed us? Yes, that’s exactly what it was.

To cut the long story short, the confirmation came after 12 months when some of us had given up due to lack of finance, motivation, and boredom of the never rewarding routine. I bet that’s one year down the line. Thanks to my very supportive and encouraging parents, I managed to pay for my experience until I was confirmed.

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The confirmation news came when I was almost giving up. So once again I called everyone with joy and excitement to tell them the good news. My parents were more excited than I was because they could now rest their monies. The contract terms were perfect and, so I thought maybe the entire wait was not in vain. Just to mention a few terms of the contract that captured my attention; of course the main one was the fact that I was getting money at the end of the day.

But the celebration didn’t last for long. After the end of the first month of the contract we were all rejoicing with others waiting to be paid but lo! The shock was on us. The permanent employees got their pay and we were left asking what about us. We asked this for almost two weeks after the month had ended and in the third week of the second month of our contract, we got paid. We were not contented either because the monies that came were less of what we had signed for. A lot of the money had been subtracted from the gross salary which we could barely understand since we were usually paid in cash. The subtraction left us with a ‘simsim’ kind of salary leave alone peanuts.

Now, what is this, Just when things had started being better when I had started budgeting for that dream sofa? I could not understand. So I embarked on job searching since I couldn’t see any light downing on me. My job search didn’t bear any fruits either.

My dear diary, I realized I had made a very terrible mistake the last month of my contract. Before the month ended I had calculated fully and found that since the month had 31 days and I had not missed any workday, I would get at least something good to start with. So that month I toiled and moiled to achieve every target I had set to impress the management to at least renew my contract.

Only to get a rude shock that I had been paid for only 7 days of that month a payment that came one month down the line. Just to make you understand, I was given payments for March in the month of May.

My dear diary, this is what has befallen me now; I have gone back to the old me, I have started paying for my services. How do you even pay for your services? That question I am yet to get an answer to. But I hope today is the last day on this chair at this good for nothing organization. I am fed up!

End/written on 15th May 2013