I am a very happy person in all ramifications (no faking). I am not happy because have got so much money, I am not happy because have got any fame. I am just usually happy for divine health and peace of mind but somethings hurt my peace of mind so much tears drop from my eyes whenever I try to think. A lot of questions that I don't seem to find answers to run through my mind like a stream.
I ask myself questions like, why was I born into a country like this? I am tired of trying, those that are making it, do they have two heads? Why am I not getting answers to my prayers? Am I doing anything wrong? How did my life turn out to be this dry? Is anybody also facing so much depression like me? Would anybody even believe a happy person like me is usually frustrated? Who else do I turn to for help? Everyday the future seems uncertain, what does the future really holds? Is there even going to be any future? Who is going to be there for me if I say these things out? Lastly, who cares?
Going on and on about this questions without getting any form of answer. I tend to comfort myself with the fact that all the things we prayed for yesterday are the things we have now and the things we are praying for today, are the things we would possess tomorrow. Therefore, when there is life, there is hope...I tell myself and I am telling anyone out there, hold on...Help is on the way😄...
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Tuesday, 26 March 2019
A Strong Person💪💪💪 (A hope for somebody out there!!!)
I have seen people define who a strong person is times without number and I don't think I quiet agree totally with any of these definitions. One of these definitions is, "people who are strong go through a lot of things and don't ever say a word about them". Well, I have my own sentiment about this particular definition. Not like it is not correct but I think it is not complete.
If you tell me a strong person can be determined by how well that person keeps and privatize all the messy things around him or her. You sure haven't told me the public perception of that person. I would like to know if this person is always feeling all beat up and like though he or she is carrying the whole problem of this world but still manages to maintain a smile or the person is all bitter and quiet because he or she is trying to be strong.
If you would ask me, I would like to modify everybody's perception about a strong person. You don't have to be a bitter person because you are being strong. You don't have to be a super "withdrawn from the world" kind of person because you are being strong. You don't have to be a sadist because you are being strong.
And somebody in one corner is about to ask me how the heck do I expect someone who is going through a lot to be an all smile and lively person. Well, I don't know how exactly but I think the best way is to see every problem as a temporary thing and a challenge you have to face for you to get on the brighter side of life. Although, everyone these days tend to be faking happiness until you hear that someone somewhere killed his or herself due to a long time suffering from depression. All I can say is, it is very OK to cry, it is very OK to long for another person who would tell you not to worry that everything would be fine also seek genuine happiness in the best way you can and you would find it.
So I am going to wrap up with this, "A strong person goes through a lot, either keeps quiet about everything or seek advice from somebody worthy, cry in his or her closet (not compulsory though), gets up to fight back, gets up to try again and still manages to live a happy life not to please the world but to satisfy his or herself".
If you tell me a strong person can be determined by how well that person keeps and privatize all the messy things around him or her. You sure haven't told me the public perception of that person. I would like to know if this person is always feeling all beat up and like though he or she is carrying the whole problem of this world but still manages to maintain a smile or the person is all bitter and quiet because he or she is trying to be strong.
If you would ask me, I would like to modify everybody's perception about a strong person. You don't have to be a bitter person because you are being strong. You don't have to be a super "withdrawn from the world" kind of person because you are being strong. You don't have to be a sadist because you are being strong.
And somebody in one corner is about to ask me how the heck do I expect someone who is going through a lot to be an all smile and lively person. Well, I don't know how exactly but I think the best way is to see every problem as a temporary thing and a challenge you have to face for you to get on the brighter side of life. Although, everyone these days tend to be faking happiness until you hear that someone somewhere killed his or herself due to a long time suffering from depression. All I can say is, it is very OK to cry, it is very OK to long for another person who would tell you not to worry that everything would be fine also seek genuine happiness in the best way you can and you would find it.
So I am going to wrap up with this, "A strong person goes through a lot, either keeps quiet about everything or seek advice from somebody worthy, cry in his or her closet (not compulsory though), gets up to fight back, gets up to try again and still manages to live a happy life not to please the world but to satisfy his or herself".
Monday, 25 March 2019
Burnt Plaintain
"This browsing of a thing will not kuku finish me😂..."
Ok, this is practically something I want to gist you about. This faithful day, I was so engrossed and carried away with what I was doing online (what was I even doing🤔? It would be something meaningful though) that I had to excuse myself from the kitchen where my mum was preparing lunch for us. Wait, let me tell you very little about my mum, my mum is a very caring and kind person that can give anybody anything in her possession plus she even goes out of her way to satisfy others.
So this very day, my mum was frying plaintain, after packing the first bowl, she realized she needed to buy something at the grocery store close to our house. She poured the second bowl of plaintain which is the last batch on fire, she then told me to keep watch that she would be right back. Immediately she left, I went to check the frying plaintain and it was not ready yet but almost so I left it to return back to what I was doing on my phone.
After about fifteen minutes, I suddenly remembered I was asked to watch plaintain, I jumped up and ran to the kitchen but on getting there, smoke was everywhere and the whole plaintain was burnt. I immediately did not know what to do because I knew my mum would soon get back.
I checked round the kitchen and saw that there was just one raw plaintain remaining from the whole bunch and it was not as ripe as the rest. I however peeled off the back, sliced it as fast as possible, mixed it with a little bit of sugar and salt then fried it very fast. I cleaned everywhere as quickly as I could and added the new batch of plaintain to the one my mum had fried. I then poured the burnt one in a nylon and hid it in my room😄 (dumb or smart?😀).
My mum came back, thanked me for watching over the plaintain and frying it successfully😂 and I was there saying "thank you ma" with a divided mind. Although, I continued with the remaining activities of the day normally as I should but my conscience just didn't stop pricking me.
Few hours after lunch, I made up my mind to say the truth because it was as though I was during in silence all through so I was lucky my mum came over to my room to give me a message. I then said;
"mummy, I have something to tell you hope you won't get angry? "
She then said with a smile, " Ok, I promise I won't get angry"
I sighed and started telling her how the story of the plantain went. Although she corrected me to always pay attention whenever I am cooking but she never got angry. As a result, I was able to say the truth and free my mind/conscience at the same time😀. I hope you were able to learn one or two things from this. You can as well let me/others know what you learnt by commenting below in the comment section. Thank you for your time, I love you😘
"My Mum and Siblings have already accepted me for who I am" _ Fashion Fanatic/Philantropist, Raymond
* My name is Olagbende Rebecca also known as RBK, can I meet you?
My name is Olawole Falope aka Raymond.
* So, the name @therealbabyboyforlife you bear on instagram, was it coined from Raymond or just a name for the gram?
It was coined as a result of my lifestyle.
* What is this lifestyle if I may ask?
My traveling, Shopping and Philanthropist lifestyle.
* I want to ask, do you mind sharing your educational/family background?
Yeah sure, I went to Straitgate Nursery and Primary School in Magodo, also went to Lindsey Primary School at Igbon Efon then at primary 5, I switched to Ebenezery Height. I did my secondary school at Distinct Medal College, Magodo afterwards, I wrote jamb and enrolled at the Nigerian Institute of Journalism then I did dLI at Unilag before finally enrolling at Ohio State University.
* Wow, That's a lot, u are a really educated somebody😁
Lol, thanks hun.
* You are so welcome 😊, so how about your family/background?
I'm the first of 4kids.
* Okay...
My dad is late so all I have is just my mum, siblings and God.
* Awwww, so sorry about that🙏 . Following the family/background question, your looks😁 (Chaii) attracts/draw almighty attention, you know, anyone that sees you would be like, "maybe he is an hairstylist", "maybe he is a MakeUp artist" and what have you😃, so I want to ask if you are into the fashion business, music business, modelling business or better still, what is the inspiration behind your looks?
I'm a Model, Actor and a fashion designer.
* Very cool...So how does mum and siblings react to the whole swag thing?
They don't have a problem with it as they've all accepted me for who I am.
* That is applaudable, Ok let us come to strangers now, how do people react when they see you, do they ask questions like, are gay or something? Then how do you often react?
Some people are receptive while some say are you a guy or a girl. Some say "are you gay?" 😂. I give them instant replies because my mouth gat no chill.
* 😆😆😆
I clear them straight away and let them know I'm not gay that it's just my style. My hair and looks are my signature. Same way some Footballers, Artistes and Models have certain looks.
* Therefore, we can say, you are straight, you do girls and not guys🤣 and the looks and all is just for the signature and lifestyle? So on behalf of the All Girls Association AGA😁, I would like to ask if you are still single?
Yessssssss and Yes I'm still Single.
* Am sure girls would start applying once they read this interview😁
Lol 😂 😂 😂 😂
* Ok back to serious matters, got to know you have a Charity Foundation, can you shed more light on it please?
I started it last year after my 24th birthday. It is to cater for the less privileged in rural areas who have no access to the good life.
* Hmmmn, a nice scheme, may God continue to enrich your pocket🙏
Amen🙏
* I also got to know you auditioned for the 2019 Big Brother Nigeria Reality TV show, how was the audition first of all?
It was stressful.
* Eyaah, but you auditioned at last?
No, I did not, I left angrily. The stress was too much.
* Ouuuuch!!! People were already hoping to see you in the house including me.
Yeah, I know right but I had to save my life and brand. The environment was not conducive for me. They started spraying tear gas on people and some started choking and vomiting. Some people even fainted in the process. I could not endure such treatment so I had to leave.
* What was your motivate behind wanting to be part of the reality show?
I believe it is a great platform to showcase my brand which is also an added advantage for them as I'd be giving them more ratings and views.
* So what words do you have for anyone out there silently or openly looking up to you?
Be yourself and don't care what people say about you. Grow a tough skin. Else if you keep throwing stones at every dog that barks you'd never get to your destination and you'd be depressed.
* Hmmmn that is one good advice no one should forget 🤔 but one question pls, do you still plan to venture into this cross-dressing thing like Bobrisky, Denrele Edun, and the likes?
Looooool No way! Though I don't have anything against them as it's their life and people should be allowed to do whatever pleases them or rock their boat.
* Yea just like a friend of mine would say "Every Mallam with him own Kettle" 😁
Yes ooo
* And also where do you see yourself, your foundation and your career in the next five to ten years?
I see myself on Forbes list rubbing shoulders with the likes of Mark Zuckerberg and Bill Gate.
* Very nice💯✅ Okay we have come to the end of this interview, I want to say a very big thank you for granting this interview, may God continue to bless you🙏 Then your Instagram and Twitter Handles so anyone with a personal question can contact you.
You're welcome...Amen and you too dear. Instagram: @therealbabyboyforlife Twitter: @Raymondsplash
Wednesday, 13 February 2019
"Am Cooking a New Hit..."4LOW", Better than MANYA" - Afropop Artiste, Nafey
* Can I meet you please?
I am Ojo Victor popularly known as *NAFEY*, *MANYANIFIED NAFEY*, I had my secondary School education at Federal Government College, Idoani, before proceeding to AAU Akungba where I was awarded Bsc Microbiology.
* For you, is Music inbuilt or something you developed?
I see it as a gift cause I find it very very easy to compose, and I grew up listening to Michael Jackson, so...
* How and When did you start as a Music Artiste?
Have been writing songs since way back, even since my junior school days.
* As a Music Artiste,how has it been so far and do you just sing during your leisure hours for pleasure or you are a full-time Musician?
Am a full-time Musician, and I love writing songs as I breathe.
* What else do you do apart from Music?
Well, music first, I studied Microbiology, we don't know what the future have in hands for us, I may decide to have a clinic or laboratory and sing along side, am into Real estate management as an agent too.
* What perception about music generally do you want to change in this modern day society that we live in? And what innovations are you planning to bring into the Music industry?
Well, the Nigeria music industry is growing, thanks to the likes of DAVIDO and Wizkid they're really exporting and paving way for other artists but the only problem I see in the industry is this inferiority complex we have towards the European and American musicians, we always feel they're better than us and that's a fat lie, they're are very good at pop and RnB, and we are very good when it comes to ADM and Afrobeat, everybody na king on him lane.
* What are the challenges you face as a Music Artiste that you think other artistes might also be facing? And what is your advice for fellow artistes on ways to tackle these challenges? Also your advice for upcoming Music Artistes and youth out there in general?
I am facing the same problem every artiste faced while coming up, MONEY!!!. Lol. You know the music business needs a lot of investment and when ya just coming up not so many people wants to invest in your music or something. So I’d say FUNDS is the major problem, the talent is there but there is no way to put it out to the world.
* What Genre of Music do you sing? And how many singles and collaborations have you been able to pull through so far,that is, recorded,produced,promoted...
I do Afropop, Afro beat... I have many written singles some are not even out and *MANYA* is my biggest song till date recording over 17,000 downloads.
* What Music project are you working on currently that you would want to give us insight about?
Am already cooking a new hit for my salivating fans and good people who haven't known me but love good music, it's titled *4LOW*, better than *MANYA*,it's
Am already cooking a new hit for my salivating fans and good people who haven't known me but love good music, it's titled *4LOW*, better than *MANYA*,it's
going to give me new names like beast, lool...
* Where do you see yourself in the next five to ten years?
Lool, 5years?... Am a star, an unblown star... Lool... But very soon I will be a superstar by GOD's grace, *nafey* will be a house hold name and as for 5years time things being equal I should have a record label of my own.
* How does anyone who would like to listen to your songs download them (The download links for your songs would also be available for download on the interview page); Then how would someone who wants to invite you for a show contact you? What are your Social Media handles like your Facebook page and Instagram ID, Twitter Handle?
My song is all over, just google search _nafey manya_ , you can also Click and Download MANYA via this Link below;
Download, Listen and Enjoy MANYA_Nafey ft Judesongz
Also, follow @NafeyOjo on Instagram, then Ojo Victor Nafey on Facebook...
Download, Listen and Enjoy MANYA_Nafey ft Judesongz
Also, follow @NafeyOjo on Instagram, then Ojo Victor Nafey on Facebook...
Olagbende Rebecca's Blog: Thank you very much for granting an interview with you...May God give you more inspiration for More Excellent Music...
Nafey: Thanks for having me here today, it's a pleasure...
GOD bless us all.
Ring out doubt.
Ring in believe.
GOD bless us all.
Ring out doubt.
Ring in believe.
Wednesday, 6 February 2019
And Behold!!!
We have all gone to bed at night when this terrible shooting started. I was so tired that very night that I went to bed so early which is very unusual of me. I woke up suddenly and ran to the sitting room, the whole family including my aunt, Aunty Sade and her son, Sile who happens to be my cousin (that were living with us), all looking terrified. It was then I knew that the shooting had started long before I woke up and that these robbers were moving from house to house. "Has nobody called the police?", I asked quietly. The eyes turned towards me in all the direction of the sitting room made me realize that the police are waiting to come after the match as usual.
Suddenly, we started hearing heavy footsteps approaching our front door. "They are coming already", I said with a shaky voice. Whereas, our house-help, Kudi was already half-dead even before the war started. Who would blame her, we were all afraid by the way and this was going to be our first experience of this total cruelty at that. That was how we heard the crooky voice "Open the door or we shatter it". Was that a request or a command, I thought in my head. Who will now open the door like this? I asked myself. Then I voiced out, "dad, go and open the door, you know you are our daddy", that was how my dad snapped back that I was being rude and that Akpan, our gateman should go and open the door. Akpan who had already gone to the toilet like five times answered and said, "Oga, you know say na gateman you employ me as no be security".
You would be wondering why Akpan was living with us rather than the boys quarters, this heavy rain fell and flooded the boy quarters including Akpan room so mum had to ask him to move in with us in the third guest room opposite where my aunty's and her son's room and adjacent Kudi's room. Back to the matter, these people were still at the door while the whole drama of who would open the door erupted. That was when our door gave way just when Akpan was about pulling the knobs behind the door apart. Oh! What a heavy slap that thundered on Akpan's face from one higgedly-piggidly hand that was as dark as the beneath of Iya Risi's pot (our neighbour who lives in the next compound). I am sure you do not need me to tell you the way and manner at which Akpan fainted which left the rest of us to our fate.
These armed to the core men matched inside in alignment. They were so heavily built that they could easily pass for WWE champions if they ever register for the tournament. How did these ones get our address? I thought in my mind plus my voice was even shaky in my mind. That was when one of the men (the one who seemed to me to be the leader of the gang) asked with a very thick voice. "who rules here? " Nobody dared to answer not to talk of raise our heads up until we head the cork of a gun as the man asked again, "I said who mans here? " While I was still thinking if the "mans" in the thief's statement is grammatical correct, my dad quickly danced to the front in a circular motion shouting and singing at the same time that, "I am the daddy ooo". Who knew daddy could be this afraid after all the ways he usually shout at us. I can't wait to laugh after this whole episode, I thought to myself.
All of a sudden, Sile stood up and ran towards the open front door trying to escape. Did I remember to tell you that I have always known Sile to be a very foolish somebody? Back to my narration, a heavy-chested man followed suite and that was the end until the man came back and said to his boss with a very hard face that "I have silenced him". Yehhhhh!!! Who doesn't know what "I have silenced him means", Sile was dead in all ramifications. I began to shake because it was getting obvious that everything was beginning to become very messy.
On hearing that Sile is dead, my aunty, who was still pretending to be dead stood up and ran towards her room with this force that I never knew she could exhibit. We are going to lose a lot of people today, like mother like son, so foolish!!! I thought. Another man quickly followed her with a knife. Minutes after, this man came outside with a satisfied look and told his boss, "the job is done". In response, the boss said, "Our job is done here, this crazy people don't have anything, they just got our hands dirty unnecessarily, common let's go". The Armed robbers left with one swift movement and that was when my mum let out a loud cry "Iya oko mi ooo (that is, my sister-in-law ooo), where is Sile? She continued screaming.
We all went back to our various rooms with shaky feets. I was still even consoling my sister who was crying really hard when Aunty Sade came in like a miracle. We both jumped up immediately to hug her, she told us that she was not dead that she just hid in the room till the robbers left. We were so happy, my sister and I decided to go and inform the rest of the household about the miracle that just happened but Aunty Sade stopped us from going. She began giving us series of advices to be successful in life. She prayed and prayed for us. Let me tell you that, all my life, I have never seen my aunt to be this responsible. She then turned to speak with me privately, she said we all should not worry that Herself and Sile are in a better place now and I should make sure I take care of everybody especially her brother which is my dad on her behalf. I didn't quite understand what she was saying so I just looked on.
As if all the drama that happened that night was not enough, Aunty Sade said she would like to use our toilet that she doesn't want to go back to her room plus the fact that she would not be able to sleep alone now that Sile was gone. I sympathized with her and gave her a go ahead. That was when I head a knock at our door from mum and dad. I stood up to open for them while Aunty Sade hurried into the toilet. Mum and Dad were looking so sad and my thinking was that the reason for their expression was the whole sad moments that just passed until they spread the bad news of Aunty Sade's death. "Which aunty Sade, my sister asked? She just came here and asked to use our toilet (she wiped tears off her face with the back of her hand)", "infact she is in the toilet" I said nervously. My dad hurriedly opened the toilet door, I have never seen the toilet this empty, I screamed.
I started turning, that was how I woke up. And behold!!! It was a dream plus we don't have any Aunty Sade not to talk of Sile in our lives, no house-help, no gateman. I prayed, covered my household with the blood of Jesus, closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Suddenly, we started hearing heavy footsteps approaching our front door. "They are coming already", I said with a shaky voice. Whereas, our house-help, Kudi was already half-dead even before the war started. Who would blame her, we were all afraid by the way and this was going to be our first experience of this total cruelty at that. That was how we heard the crooky voice "Open the door or we shatter it". Was that a request or a command, I thought in my head. Who will now open the door like this? I asked myself. Then I voiced out, "dad, go and open the door, you know you are our daddy", that was how my dad snapped back that I was being rude and that Akpan, our gateman should go and open the door. Akpan who had already gone to the toilet like five times answered and said, "Oga, you know say na gateman you employ me as no be security".
You would be wondering why Akpan was living with us rather than the boys quarters, this heavy rain fell and flooded the boy quarters including Akpan room so mum had to ask him to move in with us in the third guest room opposite where my aunty's and her son's room and adjacent Kudi's room. Back to the matter, these people were still at the door while the whole drama of who would open the door erupted. That was when our door gave way just when Akpan was about pulling the knobs behind the door apart. Oh! What a heavy slap that thundered on Akpan's face from one higgedly-piggidly hand that was as dark as the beneath of Iya Risi's pot (our neighbour who lives in the next compound). I am sure you do not need me to tell you the way and manner at which Akpan fainted which left the rest of us to our fate.
These armed to the core men matched inside in alignment. They were so heavily built that they could easily pass for WWE champions if they ever register for the tournament. How did these ones get our address? I thought in my mind plus my voice was even shaky in my mind. That was when one of the men (the one who seemed to me to be the leader of the gang) asked with a very thick voice. "who rules here? " Nobody dared to answer not to talk of raise our heads up until we head the cork of a gun as the man asked again, "I said who mans here? " While I was still thinking if the "mans" in the thief's statement is grammatical correct, my dad quickly danced to the front in a circular motion shouting and singing at the same time that, "I am the daddy ooo". Who knew daddy could be this afraid after all the ways he usually shout at us. I can't wait to laugh after this whole episode, I thought to myself.
All of a sudden, Sile stood up and ran towards the open front door trying to escape. Did I remember to tell you that I have always known Sile to be a very foolish somebody? Back to my narration, a heavy-chested man followed suite and that was the end until the man came back and said to his boss with a very hard face that "I have silenced him". Yehhhhh!!! Who doesn't know what "I have silenced him means", Sile was dead in all ramifications. I began to shake because it was getting obvious that everything was beginning to become very messy.
On hearing that Sile is dead, my aunty, who was still pretending to be dead stood up and ran towards her room with this force that I never knew she could exhibit. We are going to lose a lot of people today, like mother like son, so foolish!!! I thought. Another man quickly followed her with a knife. Minutes after, this man came outside with a satisfied look and told his boss, "the job is done". In response, the boss said, "Our job is done here, this crazy people don't have anything, they just got our hands dirty unnecessarily, common let's go". The Armed robbers left with one swift movement and that was when my mum let out a loud cry "Iya oko mi ooo (that is, my sister-in-law ooo), where is Sile? She continued screaming.
We all went back to our various rooms with shaky feets. I was still even consoling my sister who was crying really hard when Aunty Sade came in like a miracle. We both jumped up immediately to hug her, she told us that she was not dead that she just hid in the room till the robbers left. We were so happy, my sister and I decided to go and inform the rest of the household about the miracle that just happened but Aunty Sade stopped us from going. She began giving us series of advices to be successful in life. She prayed and prayed for us. Let me tell you that, all my life, I have never seen my aunt to be this responsible. She then turned to speak with me privately, she said we all should not worry that Herself and Sile are in a better place now and I should make sure I take care of everybody especially her brother which is my dad on her behalf. I didn't quite understand what she was saying so I just looked on.
As if all the drama that happened that night was not enough, Aunty Sade said she would like to use our toilet that she doesn't want to go back to her room plus the fact that she would not be able to sleep alone now that Sile was gone. I sympathized with her and gave her a go ahead. That was when I head a knock at our door from mum and dad. I stood up to open for them while Aunty Sade hurried into the toilet. Mum and Dad were looking so sad and my thinking was that the reason for their expression was the whole sad moments that just passed until they spread the bad news of Aunty Sade's death. "Which aunty Sade, my sister asked? She just came here and asked to use our toilet (she wiped tears off her face with the back of her hand)", "infact she is in the toilet" I said nervously. My dad hurriedly opened the toilet door, I have never seen the toilet this empty, I screamed.
I started turning, that was how I woke up. And behold!!! It was a dream plus we don't have any Aunty Sade not to talk of Sile in our lives, no house-help, no gateman. I prayed, covered my household with the blood of Jesus, closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Minding your Business does not include Shunning Others
This is just going to be short and precise. As we all know that we are in a generation of minding our various businesses; so clearly, no one wants to be caught meddling in another person's issues no matter how close they claim to be to the person. Well, that is absolutely fine and acceptable. But come to think of it, have you ever thought about it this way, that a friend of yours might particularly need your advice on some certain personal issues and if you are not available to state your opinion at that very moment (claiming to be minding your so called business), it means you are not a good friend.
I have these two friends, they do not know each other from Adam but they behave so alike. Normal you would say, but when it is a negative trait, I do not think it is normal in any way. What am I talking about? You see these my friends, they are always claiming to be minding their businesses to the extent that they give me some kind of "shut-up" answers (like "Ok that is good" after you have explained the history of your life), whenever I am trying to explain a particular situation I am passing through and I think it is very unfair. Yes, I have tried telling them that, "look, when I ask you for an advice, it is no longer my business, it is now Our Business" but these girls are not planning to change.
I am therefore using this write up to reach out to people that have friends like this/friends that behave like this. Your friend needs your advice that is why she is asking you. Stop shunning her. You can only back off when your friend makes it clear that her personal life is her business, then, she is already plain about the fact that she does not want anyone meddling in her affairs. I am not using "Him" here because most guys do not behave like this, they talk alot to one another. The issue lies among the ladies. Let us change!!!
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