thetalkativeexecutive

Do not lie. How many times have you said this each time you come to my blog hoping to see a new post? Guilty as charged. You see, life happened. Infact, a lot has happened. Since the last time I put up a post, I have relocated, got married, got a new job, and lost a child. Miscarrying a pregnancy is as surreal as losing a child. I sincerely apologize for my absence and well, I have cried and laughed, and my faith was shaken, but God is ever faithful. My favourite song remains: it is well. It became my favourite phrase. Don't let me bore you with all the stories. Perhaps I will make a post on dealing with pain. :) Yes? I have decided to return to writing. I am typing and grinning because I have missed this. God, give me the grace to be consistent. I have struggled with creating a niche for myself, but I'd rather share myself with the world. My story, my views on issues and, of course, no copy & paste. The blogsphere is full of that already. I miss my colleague B...

Dear Jamilu, Today is the 19th of August, its your birthday and i miss you. I signed in to facebook today after your demise. I can't stand it! I found out about your demise on facebook on stupid facebook. No one had the guts to tell me. I wish you had said goodbye. You hated goodbye, you just say see you later. Happy birthday dear Jamilu, Jayboy, my hero, my friend. Keep warm! Till we meet again. Rest on!

Your Mother carried you inside of her womb for nine whole months, she felt sick for months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell and her skin stretch and tear. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and even a simple task like putting her shoes on was a huge struggle for her. She suffered many sleepless nights while you kicked and squirmed inside of her and while you demanded that she scoffed junk at 3am, she then went through EXCRUCIATING PAIN to bring you into this world. She became your nurse, your chef, your maid, your chauffeur, your biggest fan, your teacher, your agony aunt and your best friend. She's struggled for you, cried over you, fought for you, put herself second for you, hoped the best for you and has driven herself insane with worry for you but never has she asked for anything in return because she loves you and did it all on love alone! Most of us take our Mums for granted but there are people who have lost or have never even seen thei...

Maryjanne Alabi is the Style Editor at 360Nobs she recently debuted her cute, girly ready to wear head piece ''Bunnies By Mary'' If you are stylish, funky, this is for you. Take a look! They are turbans, they cover the whole hair and can be folded like in the pics. The bow can be worn to  the front, back, side. Whatever way you please. More pics  after the cut

The design on the right was done in 2011. Just recently, the advertising archive requested that the cover be replicated in a challenge tagged  'Luerzers Archive Be Our Cover Challenge. I like the winning design. Let me tell you why. Would you sit on a cake or sleep on a cake?  I choose to sleep on a cake & wake up in a land filled with more cakes. cool or COOL?

By Ifesinachi Okoli-Okpagu Looking back at the years since I left the University, I ask myself if I have achieved much. The answer is YES. Have I achieved the goal I set out for myself at my present age? The answer is NO. Am I getting there? Maybe. I am still at the bottom of the ladder looking up and definitely climbing fast. But I know for certain that there are a few things I wish I knew years ago. Perhaps, I would have achieved more than I have. So, here are my 7 things I wish I knew before I turned 25: 1.  People are Willing to Help : People are more willing to help than you think; all you need to do is ask. This is very true, but fear of being turned down or lack of confidence in yourself would stop you from asking most times. I recently embarked on a project and while on it, I realised I needed help from people who are more experienced than I am. So I wrote a short list of the people I thought would help me achieve my goals. That was on paper. When it came to ask...