I wanna start telling my story: The night I walked away

I’m not burdened, people just might learn…I love my aunt, and I have always made up excuses for the way she behaved towards me…so this is not to make her feel bad, you will never hear her name in the story, just take it as a random read.love-aludo_umene

i will never forget that night it got too much I had to leave. I called Irene who was no longer in Abuja, just told her I had to leave but I had nowhere to go. She spoke to her boo, now her husband, he called a friend in London who had sparekeys with a relative in Abuja, he asked his friends in Abuja to come pick me and give me the keys to the house.
That night, I was not even confused, I would rather be with those strangers than to spend another minute, I didn’t know them, they didn’t know me, but I couldn’t wait. I started moving out my stuff, already packed since more than a week ago. Mummy was the only reason why I hadn’t left. She said don’t leave when there’s a problem, families don’t leave like that.
All these family norms and traditions that only make you a sheep headed for the slaughter and nobody gives you credit for but instead you will be judged for having stayed because the food and the accommodation are free. It was sad that I couldn’t eat. If I ever slept, it would be because my aunt had travelled. My life was mops and kitchen as long as I was under the roof. Everything that went wrong was technically my fault, you must never tell your elders that they are wrong, or try to reason with them, it is always you. This is Africa. And I’m just a troubled sad young girl…lol
I never want to speak about it, because of family, you never want to write, you don’t want to be the unforgiving one, but I have forgiven, I just can’t forget, and everytime I see a mop, I remember, everytime I’m in the kitchen I remember. Everytime I see a travel bag…I do, I remeber that night the way my cousin helped me carry the last box on his head, it contained my books, it was the heaviest. I was touched. But I couldn’t stay… “what are you waiting for now?” he asked, as he stood out there by the road with me, waiting for nothing in that very awkward silent moment.
“Some guys are on their way, I don’t even know what they look like”
A car pulled over,a buff guy stepped out, in sort of a bluish short sleeve tight polo, “Are you Love?”
“Yes”
And then he started loading the boot with my stuff, he and the one who was previously behind the steering wheel.
They drove me to this house where I was all by myself, they helped me take my stuff in, gave me a tour, called the guy in London to say that I was ok.
“Call us if you need anything”
And then they left… I never called, I never needed anything…I just needed new air, and I had it. That night I listened to music, cried and prayed and asked God to help me forgive. It didn’t happen easily but it took about a year, now when I think about it, I smile, and if I write about it, it’s just because my heart wants to let the story out.
Always choose happiness, create it, force it, and share it.

BEING OWED AND IGNORED BY DEBTOR

IF YOU OWE SOMEONE, and you know you cannot pay, it’s better to ask for mercy than to give false hope or to ignore them or insult them when they ask for their right.

 
IF YOU VOWED IN CHURCH or pledged to pay or you owe tithe or offering, sincerely ask GOD for mercy and move on, don’t let any pastor or spiritual leader make you believe that you will be under a curse or God will visit you with judgement or the following bad things that will happen to you are your punishment for not fulfilling your vow.
 
KNOW THIS Jesus gave a parable of a king that forgave a huge debt. He was only mad that this forgiven fellow did not forgive his mate who owed him less. God does not need your 50k, so don’t think He is having sleepless nights planning your revenge.
 
IF YOU OWE SOMEONE AND YOU KNOW WHAT IT TOOK THEM TO GIVE YOU THAT STUFF, and you know how to get the cash to repay them, don’t be heartless, pay up, or beg them to understand and extend your due date or plan to pay in installments, just don’t ignore them, remember Scriptures, He that repayeth evil for good, evil will never leave his house, Prov 17:3
 
If you somehow pledged in church and cannot pay and asked God for forgiveness and you moved on, but you will not forgive someone who owes you less and has actually begged you (although some people are to proud to beg for forgiveness) then that’s where the problem lies.
 
IF SOMEONE OWES YOU and you know they are too wicked or to broke to repay you and you automatically forgive them, or even pray to GOD to provide for the broke ones or have mercy on the evil ones, just believe that God who sees the heart, will definitely repay you, so if you can, let it go and if you go to the law concerning the wicked ones, you won’t be wrong! And please, if you owe, pay up or humbly ask for reconsideration.

Best way to Learn Languages: This has worked for my students!

 

Hellooo,

If you don’t know where to start from or you have hired a teacher and you still can’t speak the language you are trying to learn, this video will get you on the perfect start to accomplish that multilingual dream you have or that you need your child to fulfil.

I hope they help you as they have me!

 

Please watch and subscribe too, you can also leave a comment or like, or suggestions…it’s a pretty new channel, thank youuuu 🙂

Don’t Panic, Take it Easy, It will pass

aludo-love-hovasabeeThis may not work for everyone but here’s my story,

Toward the end of last year, I was super stressed. O I thought I was going to just fail all my exams and retake or forfeit my scholarship. There was so much to read that I hadn’t opened, plus we needed to find a place in Madrid, and two more exams to go, out of which I have to write three papers, while everyone in my class writes two.

So Lupo’s deadline is on the 7th, the next is on the 14th, o God no.

On Friday morning, I still didnt have a topic. That was the 6th. Just kill me.

 

I wrote an email to my prof saying that I wanted to retake…so imagine requesting to retake when the due date hadn’t even come. At 6pm that evening, I tried to get to it. I prayed. God help me.

6,000 words, tomorrow, I don’t have a topic. Prof is yet to reply me, maybe he doesn’t want to because of the holidays. Immediately after a topic hit me, I felt a rush, I went to bathe, and I  was hungry, but Hola, in Madrid, all the stores were closed, it was the Festival of 3kings. The chinese were awake but they only accept cash.

 

I had a topic, I had a card, I was hungry, it was 8pm, I hadn’t eaten all day, my deadline is tomorrow. Can’t kill myself, I went back home, made spaghetti and slept.

What ever should happen should come and happen abeg…I woke up at 1:30pm  the next day…lol…but guess what, I submitted before 7th January midnight, I didnt add all my references because I didn’t want to be late to submit, but I read it this evening and it looked good.

I hope I get good grades. It was ok for a one night stand…

Guys I’m culture-vlogging now, please stay hooked!

Check out this cool video:

That’s my youtube vlog, please like and subscribe…and I’ll do better,

plus I need your suggestions and comments  too for that…gracias!