What a day!

February 2015 A keypad on a phone entices me to type. To write words on and on. Imaginations that flows through the mind. Today, it's about you. You I have come to know. You I'm learning about each day. A few miles you are from me but every step I want to learn of. The distance, I'd love to break but I know it's just for a while. How are you this morning? So many words to say to you like I always want to. Talking all day long and the words never seem to stop. Talk of a time when I wondered how couples used to spend hours talking to one another, the time when I thought of what I'd be saying to you everyday and when I decided not to bother about it, that there would be something new, some similar for each day. You amaze me each day, each day that I learn something new about you. Something that makes me wonder. Wonder how strong you are and how delicate you could be. Your strength I'm proud of my dear. Days you get to spend at the office working on the r...

We didn't meet with the Managing Director. We met with Mama K instead. Mama K is the Chief Corporate Services Officer. She told us about a bond we would have to sign before we go to the training school at Elizade University. She told us we would have to perform above average with a minimum score of 65% to qualify. She also showed us the content of the training, the modules we would be taught on. The bond. Three years. Three Million Naira. Pro-rata basis (The first time I got to know the meaning of this word).  The pay too. Hmm. Is it fair? I think it is fair enough if I never had a training in the power sector. I'm not new to some of the contents of the modules I saw. So I would say not fair for me. I sent a mail to Mama K yesterday. She is yet to reply. I should have contacted her earlier though. Funny enough, I read in Lee Iacocca's biography of his talking to the HR about his Master's degree been like a period of his training and they changed something for h...

I remember boxing day last year. I woke up around 12:00am, the start of the day, and stayed till 3.28am. I had spent over four hours travelling from Benin to Lagos. I needed rest but wasn't taking it just yet. I didn't look forward to Christmas day like I used to as a kid. As a kid, I would get new clothes, accessories, go out to the amusement park, a restaurant which was only Mr Biggs in those days (now you can walk into any eatery anyday, anytime ( to be truthful, it spoils the fun). Today, its different. Its time to work. So far, its been seven months at Benin Electricity Distribution Company, the electricity distribution company that caters for Edo, Delta, Ekiti and Ondo States. I've been at Benin throughout this period. The plan when I got the offer letter was to spend three months on field training and three months in a classroom training. It didn't work out that way. I've spent seven months so far on the field training. Even signed a new contra...

Something I wrote in the bus while travelling to Benin from Lagos on a Monday morning. I had a wonderful experience during the weekend at The Elevation Church (a night vigil) and David's Chirstian Centre (On Sunday). I am a Christian I love it that I am one. I am a Christian, not in terms of what religion I belong to I love the fact that I can live like Christ I love it that I can call God my father An experience some do not know An experience I'll cherish everyday An experience you'll love to know of An experience so true . I love to know of God's love I love to know that he first loved me I love to love him despite he first loving I love to learn of his words that make me better They are for me. That I see. None for him. And I read everyday. I love to talk to him. He loves to hear me too His words are full of wisdom when he speaks back A father I've come to know. 

I was at Ibusa today. Today the eight day of April, 2015. As an engineer to revive the injection substation. This is a smaller transmission station, let me call it a distribution station for delivering electricity to the environment. I went in the company of senior engineers working with BEDC.  To get to Ibusa, I had to go through Benin-Agbor road. Then Isselle-uku, Ubulu-uku and Ogwasi-uku. This is the 'Aniocha' region of Delta state.  I was told I was going to 'Ibuzor'. The way it sounded in my ears when the lead engineer briefed the team in the morning only to see Ibusa on a board showing the direction to the town.  'I know this name', I said to myself as I tried recollecting. I had read of the town in a book. I would remember some moments later. 'Joys of motherhood' and 'Second Class citizen' written by Buchi Emecheta.  This is the town she wrote about. 'Wow', I said as I got out of the BEDC tagged Ford truck with Ad...