Showing posts with label fits of anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fits of anger. Show all posts

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

HoW to fight


Happy New year Blogsville!  2014 is finally here-10 days and counting :)! 
On my way to work yesterday I was privileged to get "front row seats" to see a  fight go down Live. I'm going to break down what I learnt/observed into 5 simple steps on the best way to fight in public 
(especially in the new year);


1. Be RESPONSIBLE about it! (For the sake of this analogy I'll call the men involved the offended and the offender). The offended guy was 'responsible' about it. After the initial exchange of words and tussle to all enter the same lane, He waited for the traffic light to turn red and he parked his Keke Napep and got out. LESSON: Even though he was upset he was responsible and obeyed the traffic light (silly right).

(At first, when he got out I assumed he was going to take a leak and I began muttering, with mounting incredulity, the things Naija men do.)

2. Refuse to be INTIMIDATED! The offended guy didn't measure up his opponent before getting out or maybe he did (I've heard people say that its not size/flesh but the 'weight' of ones bones that matter). He just walked up to the other guys Keke and pulled him out  by his collar.
LESSON: Believe in yourself...He felt he was Small but Mighty.

(If na me I would have just moved on and ignored the other guy irrespective of how he found my trouble. )

3. Don't GIVE UP! Keep fighting even though you look silly. Keep at it even when onlookers pity you and the merciless torture you are receiving and try to separate the both of you. The offender who obviously caused the katakata in the first place knew he could deal with the smaller guy (i.e. the offended guy) and he went ahead to do just that. He (offender) kept hitting the offended on the ground.
LESSON: Always do your best to finish what you start even at great personal costs.

4. Give it all you've got. Bite hard! Utilize all your weapons which in his case was his tongue. The Offended kept on hulling explosive yoruba insults that were provoking the other guy (offender) to finish up the fight. I should rephrase and say his mouth was his main weapon because aside abusing the guy, he was also biting him.
LESSON: Be offensive and not defensive.

5. Take plenty of RISKS. Only sissies take one risk. You have to take them in bulk! (shebi its cheaper to buy stuff in bulk- wholesale price). He took a risk on his life, his "source of livelihood"- he parked his keke on road where anyone could have hit or stolen it, his "freedom" (the police checkpoint was a few blocks away and he could have been arrested) and his health among other things.
LESSON: I can't write a lesson here with a straight face. Oh well! lets just say the lesson is... don't be limited by the norm especially in risk taking.

 I couldn't stay to watch the end of the fight because I was already running late for work and the traffic light suddenly turned Green.... plus I try to pick my battles with WISDOM + knowledge of the powers behind me *wink*

But seriously, this fight was one of those silly, stupid, meaningless fights people get into and lose their lives for no just cause. I was too dazed and upset at the time of the event.




 Where do you think all these appalling wars and quarrels come from? Do you think they just happen? Think again. They come about because you want your own way, and fight for it deep inside yourselves. You lust for what you don’t have and are willing to kill to get it. You want what isn’t yours and will risk violence to get your hands on it.
 You wouldn’t think of just asking God for it, would you? And why not? Because you know you’d be asking for what you have no right to. You’re spoiled children, each wanting your own way.

James 4:1-3 (The Message)



Sincerely,
Cee

Friday, 4 May 2012

The Laptop Incident (Part 1)

So my old laptop who I named ‘ablaze’ had all of a sudden started acting up and giving me full blown ‘wahala’ (trouble). The trouble reached its height last year when I was working on my final year project. At first I thought it was a passing phase, until it’s fits of anger and temper tantrums increased dramatically in its frequency and duration. I’ll be working and the screen will just blank out and start display multi-colored lines. Being the cool headed lady that I am I took it all in good stride but that was until it started getting really angry with me for No good reason and it would shut down by itself after I had typed for hours and then I wasn’t a fan of saving while working so you can imagine how many times I sat on the floor and wept out of frustration. Anyways by God’s grace I was able to finish my project and defended it. The amazing thing was God compensated me big time by giving me the best grade in my class.
So at the beginning of the year I pleaded with my ‘Economist’ father to get me a new one and he did but that was after he gave me a serious lecture and told me this was going to be last buy and that after this I was *OYO* (on your own).
 After a few weeks of enjoying and basking in the euphoria of my new good tempered laptop who bears my name(you can’t blame me for resisting the temptation of naming anything exotic), I had to carry him (referring to the laptop) to class for a mini presentation with my supervisor. It was just a routine meeting with our supervisor to show him our architectural drawings so that he can monitor our progress and make any corrections where necessary. As soon as we were done, I went to the cafeteria to buy a meal. I was carrying a fashionable but BIG (as in one of those lady’s bags that are big enough to hide a multitude). On getting to the meal ticket counter, I couldn’t find my wallet in my bag so I had to empty the contents of my bag to get it.
I wasn’t in the mood to eat alone in the café that day as I have learnt from past experiences that a random male species who feels he has the prerogative to seat beside me will come over and ruin the meal by talking utter nonsense. So I bought a take away food pack and left. On getting to the bus stop I was lucky to get a very nice ride to somewhere very close to my post grad lodging. As I was walking the short distance from where the car stopped me to my room, images of my freshly laid bed and how beautifully I was going to sleep in it after eating came to mind. Suddenly I realized that my bag wasn’t as heavy as I remembered. I quickly opened it only to get the shocker of my life… My Laptop was not inside.

...To Be Continued

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