The Pocket Money Scholarship and Dilemma

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I’m so stressed, I can’t even put it in words, struggling around not having my mastercard and now having to deal with good essay dilemmas ::: GOOD PROBLEMS, TIRED GIRL… #STRONG

I am finally at the other side of the computer, where the emails from candidates go.

It’s been two months since the campaign for the SHIP pilot scholarship ended and a month since the last submission we received.

This delay is due, in part, to all the stress I have had to go through since the 30th of April, in my life, and in part, maybe 20 percent, to school work.

I am extremely fatigued. My friends who I esteemed to be more than worthy to be judges for the essay did not fail me, I was mostly impressed by my married friend who has two kids,yet she put in all this diligence and time into marking the submissions I sent to her and she also sent remarks and voice notes commending the best and commenting on all of them , literally all. Girl Power!!! We’ll discuss that later πŸ™‚

 

Another friend of mine, whom I have not been in touch with but admired from afar online was contacted and she instantly replied, it made me feel so much joy, all the judges, including the lecturer among them, completely surprised me. All my friends did me proud and helped make this marking impartial, unbiased and I love them all.

 

The anonymous marking was effective, almost all the grades from the judges were about the same per criteron, but at some point, we had to break ties, and there goes the dilemma. Only one winner, and I remembered what my sisters told me before I put out the announcement:, “Make it two winners and split it 50-50” lol, I should have listened.

 

But I really want a student with passion and zeal for improvement in the country to be awarded with the N100,000. Nigeria hardly rewards smart students.

The money I put down was supposed to be a charity for a student, I just wanted to reach out and connect to a student from a low-income home and shower the person with love, saying, don’t stress, here, buy what you need and read without thinking too much about the next meal or hostel rent. But the problem was choosing who it would be given to, and that’s why the competition was lunched. A part of me wants to give something to all the winners, or at least 3, but everything comes back down to me not having my Mastercard. Don’t get me wrong, their money is ready, it has been ready in naira in Nigeria since before the call was advertised, but to put in more money, or to even make the promise, I need to be able to transfer money home, and I can’t do that for the same long story that has got me confused and running around catch 22 since the beginning of May.

 

We got good essays, there will be a telephone interview, I want to give it to a student who had a good essay and who needs the money because their parents can’t afford to pay their way through school. So, God help me. I’m going to pray. I am at that side of the computer where the emails go, I am the one the candidates are indirectly referring to when they pray to win, so let God’s will be done, and let the person whose destiny it is to win this, take it home, and when I do get my Mastercard back from Rome, I “MAY” have to assist any other student who was part of the competition and from a low income background with some money for the next session.

GOD HELP ME…HELP ME GET THROUGH THIS, THANK YOU FOR THE STRENGTH, THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT OF FRIENDS AND FAMILY AND HELP ME DO THE RIGHT THING. AMEN

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SAVE FOOD, SELL BRAINS!!!

One of the ways Nigeria can stay ahead or keep pace with Energy and I.T innovations around the world, is by maximising the time and potentials of our youths.

Our young ones and students are very innovative, industrious, quick to learn. They just need an opportunity, someone to believe in them and send them to a place where they can develop their skills and interests.

They can go from repairing TVs and computers and cars to building our own, they are all around computer village, selling bootleg softwares or downloads, stealing machine parts or selling just about anything on the streets.

This energy and passion can be channelled to mind-blowing Energy, I.T and other innovative projects. WE ARE WASTING THEIR YEARS. We encourage our own backwardness, youth frustration and eventually, crimes.

When will the first Nigerian or African car be built, or computers not just assembled here, but made here. Keep the African Child’s passion alive. SSCE, JAMB, Post UME, they’re just too much. Two JAMBs by one smart student can translate to 50 years of backwardness for the continent.

We never know, who that one giant is, so let’s rescue as many as we can. The school is not the place where you gain knowledge, there is currently knowledge everywhere. But the school helps you think critically and encourage never-before-seen modes of thinking and creativity. So we should also save the system from traditions and old methods or do or die answers to questions by old teachers and professors who fail to evolve with their profession. Or the ones who send students out of the class for asking too many challenging questions.

Questions lead to research and discovery, young minds are curious. This is our chance.

EXPORTS CAN EXCEED IMPORT, WE HAVE SO MUCH MORE WE SHOULD BE SELLING TO THE WORLD.

KEEP THE CONTINENT IN MIND. TIME IS PRECIOUS. HEAL THE EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM, HEAL THE ECONOMY!

SHIP SCHOLARSHIP: Education in my country

Hello,

If your search for the SHIP scholarship has brought you here, then you are in the right place. 2017 is our pilot, and we don’t have a websiteΒ yet dedicated specifically to SHIP initiatives, so in the meantime, we will work with what we have, just as we are doing with the scholarship.

If you are in your first to 3rd year in College in Nigeria, you are eligible to participate, by sending an essay of 750 words or a video of about 10minutes maximum (anything less is also acceptable, we are looking to appreciate your content) on the topic :

EDUCATION IN MY COUNTRY WOULD BE MUCH BETTER IF…

DEADLINE: Last day of April.

SUBJECT OF EMAIL: Education in my country

SEND TO : gourmetfrenchng@gmail.com gourmetfrenchng@gmail.com (repeated to avoid mistakes)

for videos, send url of already uploaded video on any online platform.

ship-scholarship

We want you to produce something compelling and propose any solution you have thought about no matter how wild it is, and no matter how un-feasible it appears, we are looking for students with passion for development.

The price is N100,000 and one on one mentorship sessions with top ranking people in their fields.

Don’t miss this, I have high hopes for you and I know you have even higher hopes.

Start writing everything you ever wanted to express, let’s make things better starting with where we are.

NO MAN IS KEEPING HIMSELF FOR YOU

Last weekend, I unveiled my printer. There was no ceremony, lol, it’s just that I forgot to buy printing paper, and then on the way I remembered and said meh, I might have some test paper at home. That’s how I left it in the box for almost a week.

Finally, I did all the opening on Saturday. Transparent plastic removal, cord-releasing, ink sachet tearing, fresh smell-inhaling and said “hmmmm, like a virgin”…and I laughed alone.

    Some people have asked why I don’t drink saying “Is it for religious reasons or personal principles?” I’ll apply that question to why I don’t think it’s outdated and uncool to keep my legs closed… Is it because Jesus wants us to, or just my own personal principles? Well both of them, and I must add health reasons too, and psychological balance, ergo because Jesus says so, since all these other reasons are part of his plan.

I will never forget a married man in 2012 who taught he would never give up. As usual I didn’t tell him whether or not I had been with anyone, he just started preaching and he was the one who dropped the “No man is keeping himself for you” line. In fact if you are Nigerian, he said it like this “…no man is keeping himself for you O, you future husband will be somewhere now sleeping with other women and you want to form good girl”

O….but isn’t that grace? Isn’t that what marriage is about? Unmerited favour, overlooking, forgiveness, third chances, don’t you just feel special when God loves you in spite of how terrible you are and he still daily loads you with benefits?

(I’m not saying you shouldn’t care if your spouse has an STD from careless choices but let’s save that for another post)

WHAT’S THE COMPETITION?
In the same vein, a new friend I just made said that there is a possibility that if you marry a spouse who was as chaste as you were, he won’t value your chastity, to him it’s no big deal, he did it too.

(A weird mentality for any man to possess, not totally impossible, but it’s debatable.)

Let me see,… it’s not a competition that we’re bringing into the wedding night now is it? :


“Aha! You’re not a virgin, I said it” like when you finally see the meat your sister hid under her rice

“You’re not one either, who taught you how to unlock a bra?” Index finger abruptly pointing like it’s testing the temperature of a red hot coal

“Why would you judge me simply because I unlocked a bra?” Straight face, mouth open

“Wait, is this what our relationship has been about? How we’ll land on this bed and find out if we lied about our histories? Marriage is 5% sex and 95% living together” voice of a preacher lady

“O, so now you’re Myles Munroe” shaking head frantically

“What has gotten into you?” Looking surprised and confused

“You lieeeeeeeeddddddddd” eyes popping out of the sockets

“Who doesn’t?” Looking around like she just defended the helpless

“So now our marriage is based on a lie” sits up back against the headboard

“Please, you’re over-reacting” turns to the side, adjusts pillow

“How is this overreacting?” Voice turned up by one notch

“Did you ask me to marry you because you wanted to marry a virgin or because you wanted to be with me?” Trying to play cool

“I thought you were youuuuuuu, for youuuuuuu” presents an invisible her to her with palms open and facing the ceiling

“By a hymen?” Taciturn as a mafian don

“You didn’t have to lie”

“You didn’t have to sleep with other girls too before you proposed to me, now those girls are going to their husbands hymen-less” DJ turning it up too now

“At least those girls won’t lie”

“You shouldda married them” the last word landed on high note
“There’s no themmmmm, it’s you I wanted”
“So, we’re here now, what’s the big deal”
“You liedddddddd”
“O, so it’s not about the hymen?”
“No, it’s the lieeeee”
“Really….but you lied too”
“How?”
“How did you learn to unlock a bra?”
“O, thaaaat???” Points at the door like ‘it’ just walked out
“Yeap” feeling like Olivier Pope
“I see it on TVeeeeeee”
“Hmm…. I fell off a mango tree and split my legs apart”
“Is that another lie?”
“Please sleep, our friends and family think we’re married, some of them haven’t taken their shoes off yet”
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeew….. I’m a married man” sarcastically…. “Strike one”
“Meh, I love you two”

Back to my blog…On my part, I would give respects to anyone who would keep themselves till they’re twenty five, or more (as singles I mean). Cos I know how much principle is required to do that and how how much discipline is applied in waiting, especially when you finally found a worthy man and you like him, and he’s hot.

My case has never been that of a lack of opportunity, it must be the OCPD or the Relationship OCPD that wants everything perfect, that wants to see the end.

WHAT IF NEVER?
I remember some guy in 2012, he wasn’t bad, he just didn’t get any, at least frm me, not even a hug, he said “Don’t go and die a virgin o, sex is sweet, you don’t want to miss out” Blah…. Thanks for the publicity!

I remember clearly earlier, in my pre-teens, one teenage meeting during an Agape Force convention, (I wasn’t in my teens yet, so in the group, I just had one leg in, but I liked the group), as an admonition, don’t know what led to it, Oge said, “if having sex will make me miss heaven, let me die before sex” I have never forgotten that line, maybe everyone else has but the picture of that meeting is still clear even now as I write.

Funny though, one time I was talking to Kimberly, I said, if Christ comes and people are being taken up in the sky, I might just give that puppy frown and say “it’s not fair God, I didn’t have sex..whyyyyyy?” And she, being married laughed and replied, “Is that better than going to heaven???”
Actually when that day comes, I won’t be thinking of anything else, the most supreme Groom is here, let’s go!

BUT HERE’S MORE:
This post is not intended to create any hype.
It is possible to still have a hymen and yet be sexually impure. Or to be sexually pure and still have other ‘issues’ with God, or issues that make you difficult to live with or make you unbearable in a human society, that people wonder how your family copes with you and pity in advance for the man you end up with.

It’s also possible to be the sweetest girl in the world and still be a door, because you gave your heart to someone, got abused, made some mistakes.

It also is likely that you were ignorant before, had no one to talk to you, weren’t exposed to the idea of self-respect, assertiveness, self pride and esteem or you just had to earn a living somehow, or go up the social ladder, but in your heart you’re still virtuous.

My darling God takes what’s ‘broken’ and makes it beautiful.

If you come to God, telling him how much you need him, you won’t just start life all over, he can take you from where you are and make you a centre of attraction, a brand new, priceless treasure. It’s about the eye that sees you and how He sees you.

If I get a used toaster from my sister’s kitchen and bring into mine, I might even value it more than she ever did, or more than my other new appliances which I pulled out of the box.

Who knows, there may really be no man keeping himself for you, but there’s a king who’s praying for the best, despite his initial bad taste and shortcomings, that’s value!

It’s the eye that sees you, as priceless!
It’s precious, and it’s mine….my Precious! (No, not Smeagul)

If you talk to any well-meaning elderly woman, they’ll always end it with “it’s better to wait” every one likes their delivery sealed and intact, whether it’s pizza, letters or cars.

*As for the drama, they made up and made out and lived happily ever after..hehe*

Above all, guard your heart with all diligence…if your heart is guarded, you’ll make sound choices. πŸ™‚