Monday, April 28, 2008

Reply to a Rejection leta

Had a sad week. 2 of my closest friends lost loved ones. one his dad and another her cousins child. I knew the cousins child a lil cute boy of bout 6. cute boy i rem laffin wit him bout his big head. anyway he fell off the school bus. imagine that. I wonder why Drivers are left alone wit about 20 screamin kids and no other supervision. anyway not in the mood of serious bloggin so enjoy a this leta
The next time you get a rejection letter from a hoped-for employer or publisher, just send them the following:Dear [name of the person who signed the rejection letter],Thank you for your letter of [date of the rejection letter]. After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me [employment with your firm/a contract to publish my book]. This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejection letters. With such a varied and promising field of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.Despite [name of the co or agency that sent you this letter]'s outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting[applicants/manuscripts], I find that your rejection does not meet with my needs at this time. Therefore, I will initiate [employment/publishing] with your firm immediately following [graduation/job change, etc. -- get creative here]. I look forward to working with you.Best of luck in rejecting future [candidates/manuscripts].Sincerely,[your name]

Monday, April 21, 2008

understanding men.

I have given up on the quest of trying to understand guys. I rem my ex I was nice to him really nice, I tried to balance callin regularly with understandin that he needs his space, I was not rude and flippant on the fone- I hv heard the way some gals talk to there men-MHEN, so rude, I neva asked for cash or a recharge card whilst exhaustin my credit replyin his text msgs, I was planning a trip to lag- ON MY BILL. Geez.
Issues im embarrassed to talk bout now caused us to break up. Luckily I was not so hung up on him. But nonetheless my pride was still hurt when we ended it. I sat down and thot bout the whole relationship my only conclusion was that there is no way a woman can figure out a guy and vice versa.
I have had some toasters disappear only to later hear that I was so “nice” … since when has being nice become bad?
On the other hand my friends who ask 4 money, shout on boyfriends etc are still in relationships with the men they are supa rude to. Hmm that’s one of lifes mystery I guess.
Well so I have been a good gal all my life. I tasted alcohol 4 the first time when in 2004 I was 25. I still don’t do beer parlours, I had my first kiss when I was 19(shakin my head), I have only dated 4 guys chei and im 28, im really not into the clubbin scene I would rather stay home and read a novel or watch a movie, neva gotten laid (I need to get shagged ASAP) don’t do sleep over in guys houses. I can count my real friends on hand while my anonymous acquaintances I e my internet buddies (from blogging and forums) are numerous. So I have kept the really borin details to my self.
Hmm I really need to learn to balance nice and fun.
On a lighter note I hv just discovered that im allergic to kitchens. The allergies hv no manifestations but I know deep in me whenever im cookin that this is not the place 4 me.

Monday, April 14, 2008

HIV and Women

I work in a HIV/AIDS facility. Head office is situated about 60 km from town. As a result most of our clients are farmers and illiterates. We have a few choice clients.
I tell you in this HIV scrooge women are the ones that are hit bad. A good number of our clients are men. Married with 1-4 wives, girlfriends etc. After counseling when we tell them to bring their wives to be tested, they refuse. We beg and try to make them understand that it would be better if the women gets tested so incase she is positive she can start treatment- it falls on deaf ears.
This situation pisses me off royally and there is no law that mandates a man to disclose his status to the wife. I remember one client during my customer care days that brought his wife and whispered to me that I should do her the test I did 4 him. This was a man of bout 40.if the woman was up to 20 shoot me now.
ME: what test?
HIM: that one now.
Me: sir we run a lot of tests you need to be specific (of course I knew wat he wanted but I was not in the mood to make it easy for him)
Him (leaning closer and whispering) HIV. But don’t tell her just give me the result secretly.
I was mad. Imagine his guts. I told him the woman has to b counseled and for something as delicate as HIV she needs to give informed consent. He went into a tirade bout how she is his wife and does not need to know anything. Suffice to say I won the argument. But it was a small victory as this happens everyday all around. At least this one brought his wife. Millions have refused.
As a woman do you need to sit at home and wait for your husband to tell u to get tested before u do? I’m a northern gal from Gombe i.e. core north. They tell our gals go school they say wats the point shei they will marry? Im doing my masters my aunties think I should have married instead. im working and fending for myself-they think im scaring off the men? They marry and can’t stand up to the men. There are tons of information out there about HIV but no they are waitin for husband to say lets go get tested.
Seriously women have a problem caused by us the women. We can say it’s a mans world all we want but we bring on some of the atrocities committed against us.
Ok im pissed I can write on and on but let me go take a deep breathe.

Monday, April 7, 2008


My mother is a case with out a handle. Even though I love her to bits she drives me crazy sometimes.
There was this time when I was an undergraduate I think school was on break I was at home anyway. On a hot afternoon chillin wit ma sis in my room. All of a sudden there was a commotion, my mum ran out of her room yellin that the cow was dying.Let me digress a little. I call my house mini zoo. We have bout 2 cows, goats, sheep’s, chickens, and peacocks. So that faithful day like I said she ran out yelling that a cow as dying. My sister and I simultaneously hissed and relaxed bac to our idle chit chatting. About 30 minutes later madam busted into our room in all her glory.
‘u people are not serious a cow was dying and u just laid down in your room…’she went on and on and on. See me see trouble o. first wat has seriousness got to do wit a dying cow. Secondly am I a vet or is my sister a vet? Finally were we supposed to stand by a dying cow and eulogize its attributes? Of course I stupidly voiced out my opinions. well lets just say I was not spoken to 4 2days.

Another time she sent me to get the attire she wore the previous day. I went upstairs like the good obedient daughter I am and came bac wit the wrong attire. Ha Mrs. went into a tirade about how im unobservant and how if she as kidnapped I wont be able to say wat she was wearing blah blah blah.wat brought being kidnapped into me bringing her the wrong attire? I must have been young coz I know I cried my eyes out.

Well recently she has taken to buying wedding pots and pans etc 4 me. I will come home and she will say she saw a pot describe it and ask if im interested in it. “So that when the time comes we wont be over whelmed”.
Wow I love u mummy.