tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373040792012-01-19T19:09:06.893ZFollow my story as I leave my son and husband to take up a new job 90 miles from home after years of being a stay-at-home mother and wife; and as my time in Leicester comes to end, dealing with what comes next...Omaranoreply@blogger.comBlogger581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-57951456029012745042007-05-16T18:07:00.000+01:002008-12-10T02:33:14.422Z

This is the longest I have ever 'not posted' and this is because I have really been trying to decide whether or not to keep up the blog. In the beginning, my friend Bee suggested I started the blog to help keep me sane as I started my Leicester Adventure and now that the adventure is over, the overall focus and objective of the blog is gone and I'm not sure I have enough to say to keep it

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As I sat to write this post... I was not sure how to start to write about the end of my Leicester Life Adventure. The End was something I had longed for from my very first week here and we humans are funny because we lack that ability to see The End about most things in life including Life itself.I never thought my time here would end, I knew it would but I never imagined what that would be like.

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... but not the one you think!In my last post I had mentioned an interview for a job I was not 100% sure of. Meanwhile, I had spotted this job advert which read like my dream job and so I applied for that too:--------------------Testing & Training Coordinator ContractRequired skills: global brand company is currently recruiting a Testing & Training Coordinator, to assist with the testing &

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What a lovely start to the week after an even lovelier weekend.Last week, I managed to wrangle a day off on Friday in exchange for working till 8pm on Thursday so I left work very tired but pleased at the prospect of waking up to my baby (and hubby too ofcourse) on Friday.I had a wedding to attend on Saturday and spent the better part of Friday (after bonding with my baby ofcourse) at Brent Cross

Omaranoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-66532326238501145862007-04-19T18:01:00.000+01:002007-04-19T19:49:55.808+01:00

I woke up this morning at 5:40am and could not go back to sleep. I had this strong feeling to pack my stuff... not all of it but to take my large suitcase back home this weekend instead of my travel bag.The truth is, I'd always felt I should begin to take stuff back in the month leading up to my departure so on the last day, it will be a tidy good bye. Not suitcases, bin bags, dripping cream

Omaranoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-15865521719594789032007-04-17T18:11:00.000+01:002008-12-10T02:33:15.324Z

Festival of Life was awesome! The prayers, the music, the preaching... all of it was great and sooooo soul refreshing. The theme was "All will be well" and Pastor E.A Adeboye preached on how that statement meant different things to different people. To the sick, it means healing, to the poor, it means prosperity, to the childless, it means fruitfulness, to the lonely, it means companionship etc..

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If you really need to hear these words from someone... now is your opportunity.If you are in the UK or will be in the UK... don't miss this.Friday the 13th of April is Festival of Life.It's free and doors open from 8pm.The host is Pastor E A Adeboye and the theme is "All Will Be Well"I know... this is a blatant advert, but I will be there and I've shared a lot on this blog this last few months

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I usually have mixed feelings about Easter ever since my sister died 11 years ago around Easter time. This year, her anniversary fell on Good Friday. I remember being devastated at the time and thinking why would God resurrect His son but leave my sister dead? It was hard to celebrate Easter. But time is a healer and 11 years on, it does not hurt as much and for the first time I did not cry as I

Omaranoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-49146047495927246012007-04-03T20:23:00.000+01:002007-04-03T20:57:27.869+01:00

For the first time, I can now say "I'll be out of Leicester next month". I've been wanting to say that since December 2006.This is not to put anyone thinking of doing something similar off. It is do-able and it can be fun, for someone with a different type of personality. With more get-up-and-go.Now that I can see the end in sight, I realise there was more I could have done to enjoy my time here.

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While Tunji was visiting last weekend, we'd napped and woke up hungry at 9pm so we went down stairs to get something to eat and watch some TV.There was nothing on the usual channels and we found ourselves on OBE or was it BEN? Anyway, who was on being interviewed? Kris Okotie - talking about his presidential campaign.For a minute I thought it was an old programme because the last I knew, he

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It's the time of the month again. I'm not even sure where I am in my cycle and I should be after my pregnancy scare last month.After years of charting, plotting, monitoring and all what not while TTC, I've just switched off from it completely. Through the mercy of God, after 4 years, I eventually got pregnant and had my beautiful baby and in him I am totally fulfilled in my role as mother.Hubby

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Finally, Tunji made it up to Leicester this weekend.My colleague HR, was getting engaged and was having a pre-wedding Indian ceremony/party. She'd got me a sari to wear, but when they started talking about henna on my hands, stuff in my hair... It was beginning to seem I was going to be the entertainment.Plus it's still cold and I was not in the mood to be showing off my fat belly in a small

Omaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-8279101062168211382007-03-22T19:24:00.000Z2007-03-22T19:51:35.726Z

On Monday in a meeting with all trainers, our big boss Fran said our managers will be having 1-2-1 sessions with each of us to determine our aspirations and plans for the future as the project (and contracts) begins to draw to a close.I knew there was no way I'd be staying on in Leicester full time as a trainer (that was if they even wanted me to) but I did toy with the idea of moving over to the

Omaranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-82618627080584100842007-03-21T18:53:00.000Z2008-12-10T02:33:16.215Z

This image is the word 'Liar' made into a faceI'm not quite sure how to describe the weekend I had... I had to go to Prague without my husband's knowledge.The whole week, I was wracked with guilt. I have several vices but lying is not my thing and even when he suspected I was upto something last week, I denied it.It was supposed to be a 2 night stay but the logistics of covering that up was

Omaranoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-83768173022974876202007-03-15T20:25:00.000Z2008-12-10T02:33:16.555Z

Work was really good this week, I feel all I have strived for in this place with regards remaining true to my authentic self, I am closer to achieving.After the first few weeks of trying to be 'Ms Please Everyone' and then becoming 'Ms I Don't Give a Damn', I think I more 'Ms Me' now.And who am I?Some days I don't feel like talking and some days I do... When I do talk, I am direct and honest but

Omaranoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-37280024823767339442007-03-14T21:08:00.000Z2007-03-14T21:23:03.476Z

I love blogging! Not so much because I want to share my life with the whole world but because it helps me get stuff out of my system and chronicle this time of my life. Even now when I look back at my earlier posts, I can see how much has changed and how somethings haven't.This particular post is about nothing in particular...The last weekend went okay.Friday: Dinner at Ping Pong with hubby -

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As I anticipated, the training session SN forced me to do on Monday was a disaster. If not for my dark skin, I would have been beetroot red throughout the whole session. To make matters worse, Emilio was made to sit with me as I was training that particular topic to his delegates. Strangely, we had to bond together to get through that course because the material was so bad and I did not have a

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I love poetry and my friend Emma sent me a beautiful poem recently which inspired me to revisit one of my poetry books "Childhood - An Anthology of Verse and Prose".Don't think I'm that posh with a huge collection of poetry books... I was pregnant for Kitan when I wandered into a charity shop and spotted it on the shelf for £1.50. I bought it because it was illustrated with beautiful art work of

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I had left work fuming after my conversation with SN and spent the drive home devising my exit strategy and weighing up my options. It was depressing and I arrived home depressed.My baby was delighted to see me and that was enough to lift my spirits for a few hours. Diane was still doing an 'okay job' but there was something about the house... I could not put my finger on it. It was clean,

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See me see trouble with this my manager oh! He has come again! I'd had a busy week training, nothing major, just the usual stuff. Come Friday, my only real free work day and the managers then decide that all of us not training should go for 'train the trainer' training where we as trainers are trained on further topics to then train out to delegates. This is called 'knowledge transfer'.This is a

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They must think we are the crazy ones.Would you rather have the Louis Vuitton 'ghana must go' bag on the left for £850 ($1500) - being paraded at a catwalk show no less or a regular 'ghana must go' bag for £2.50 ($1.00)? Can you even tell the difference?Where did the Louis Vuitton people see 'ghana must go' bag to copy sef! Na wah!BluntRemi - our blogger fashionista - can you explain this please?

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I don't know if it's because he's had a nanny change plus my being away after our intense week together in Portugal, but Kitan has become extremely clingy. Uncomfortably so. He's always wanting to be carried and when I'm sat down, he's on me. I can't leave the room he's in and if I'm with him, he won't go with anyone else, not even Daddy.Tiny bits of this is cute... I feel all loved and wanted

Omaranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-17230185419349458412007-02-22T20:24:00.000Z2008-12-10T02:33:17.619Z

Bored this evening, I checked out my fav blogs: 'crazy surburbanaijamom', 'trendy funky bluntremi', 'me myself and I' - even my new pal 'Chioma - Proud Naija Wife and Mother' and nobody has updated in ages! How boring. Surely it can't take that long to recover from Valentines?!I've lost track of what week I'm in right now but I've got my eye firmly on the finish line - end of June. What will

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After confirming and re-confirming with Diane that she was happy to start on Tuesday, I left for Leicester on Sunday night.I had training on Monday so I squeezed myself (all those Portugese catalanas and creme caramel desserts did not help) into a skirt suit and made my way to the office.I was early so no one was in when I got there but SN, my manager soon arrived. He was falling over himself to

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I've always wondered how people stick on videos in their blogs (see BellaNaija) so this is my attempt at doing same...I've titled this video "Nature Strikes Back" and if you can bear to watch all 56 seconds of it, you'll see why.The smaller boy in the blue t-shirt is my baby and this is from our recent holiday to Portugal

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Where do I start...We left for Portugal on Friday, 8 of us in total, so it was a large party and with 3 children under 5, it was a challenge getting us all on the flight and off on holiday.It was lovely there, we went to the Algarve and rented 2 self-catering apartments at the Rocha Brava resort, one for each family. They were really really nice. I've never gone self-catering before but because

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I'm sort of 'stuck' in Leicester with all the snowing. I'm due to be travelling to Portugal tomorrow on holiday and I am beginning to get worried as to how I can get back home to London in one piece. Thankfully I'm not training today and apart from one meeting scheduled for 10am there's no real reason to hang about here.So while I'm still chilling here waiting for the snow to let up, I thought

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Tunji fell ill on Saturday with a bad sore throat, headache and tiredness. On Sunday he was not feeling much better and so I decided to stay till Monday despite the fact I had training starting on Monday and did not want to be late into work.I did not leave home until 7am that morning because Kitan woke up just as I was leaving and since I do not usually see him on Mondays before I leave, it was

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Following on from last Thursday at work when my manager refused to let me leave, I ended up going in on Friday and working till 3pm.I got home in great time - only one and a half hours. 90 miles in 90 minutes. Not bad.My baby heard the key in the door and was already waiting expectantly for his Daddy to walk in and was so excited to see it was me. He ran from the hallway, into his play room then

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I'm really upset.... and just like you should'nt go shopping when hungry, one should not post to blog when upset.But I'd better update now or else that will be another thing bugging me...."need to update my blog".Anyway, the week had gone okay so far. Got in on Monday, drove straight to work. I only had 3 hours training scheduled again this week so I knew 'no stress'. I'd left my house with only

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I gave the ultimate sacrifice to a friend this weekend - my entire Saturday. Bola moved to Nigeria 2 years ago with her sons (one of whom is my godson) to join her husband who had relocated there earlier. They rented their house in Stevange while they were in Nigeria. Now Bola is pregnant with their 3rd child and called me from Nigeria to let me know she was arriving on Friday to my house and

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It occured to me this week that I was more or less half way through my Leicester Life Adventure. Instead of a recap or even a plan for the remainder of my time here, I thought I'd just record a typical week for me here. What will happen to this blog at the end of my time in Leicester? I expect it will close or maybe transform into a different life story?MondayLeft London later than usual at 7:

Omaranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-16318636153019543342007-01-23T22:12:00.000Z2007-01-23T22:22:45.598Z

I sometimes write poetry and this one was written a few months ago after a long phone conversation with a friend. I had just gotten this job in Leicester and she was telling me how she'd lost touch with who she was and what she wanted out of life. I could relate to that because I'd felt like that for a long time and so I wrote the poem. I told her about this poem I'd written for her but did not

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The weekends are really manic but this one was a record breaker…I was mid-way through training on Thursday when I got a call from my cousin who lives with me. She was crying violently and could barely talk. I thought she’d been attacked… She eventually got the words out that Dominique had collapsed!Dominique had been complaining of cough, cold… the usual winter aches and pains the week before but

Omaranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-83293629469575973732007-01-22T19:36:00.000Z2007-01-22T20:01:57.986Z

I was reading over the last few weeks of my blog and felt I could highlight the positives a bit more. This adventure so far has been harrowing but there have been some good bits especially now that it’s been 11 weeks. As we say in training speak – let’s have a recap…1. I’ve actually settled into a personality that is authentically me. The ‘tough black amazonian’ perception is still out there and

Omaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-33328319154024670002007-01-16T14:30:00.000Z2008-12-10T02:33:21.470Z

After such a intriguing week, I was looking forward to the normality of home. My manager kindly allowed me to leave at 3pm. I hung around for another 10-15 minutes before setting off home. As I hit the motorway, I was mentally preparing myself to get off at Junction 12 whilst at the same time listening out on the radio for any traffic information on the M1 motorway. There were no adverse traffic

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This was my first full week of work since the Christmas holidays... and it was tough. Not only did I have the daily grind to worry about, office politics began to rear it's ugly head in my direction. One ofthe things I liked about contracting was; it was simple, you go in, do a job and then get out. No point over-exerting yourself as there are no promotion prospects plus if you do what you were

Omaranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-82416611058954313012007-01-10T20:49:00.000Z2008-12-10T02:33:21.680Z

Well apart from the date? What else is new? I figure it will take more than the 24 hour change from one year to the next to make a significant difference in my life right now. I'm still settling into the newness that is my life at the moment with working and living in Leicester, I resisted the urge to make any New Year resolutions.Change is good, but change takes getting used to and the process

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Glad all is well at home. Can't believe you waited till I was safely out of the country before you went to Ping Pong :( Judging by the amount of carbs I have eaten in Lagos, I guess I won't be dining out until my birthday in April as I intend to seriously hit the gym when I get back. In the meantime, I will be eating meatpies, puff puff, pounded yam and the like before I get back. Miss you

KemiMamaLopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10236854290969016609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1166122657850665712006-12-14T18:02:00.000Z2006-12-14T22:09:40.660Z

This weekend was going to be the longest number of days I'd spent at home since I started working and living in Leicester. I had been able to leave work on Thursday to see Tunji off as well as arrange to 'work from home' on Friday.Apart from a short telephone conference call meeting about 1pm, I was free to do as I pleased. Kitan goes to nursery on Friday too so I had a bit of a lie in.

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I knew work was going to be very busy this week, my training schedule was full and I had a lot to learn in order to train. I'll be working day (doing training) and night (studying) to put in my best.Despite this, I could not get the thought that Tunji was travelling on Thursday out of my head. He had asked me to come see him off and I asked him in return if he was crazy! Why would I drive all the

Omaranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1165960848667189712006-12-12T21:30:00.000Z2006-12-12T22:09:01.836Z

Well, they are supposed to be fun but I know now that too much quality time can have the opposite effect. After a really positive week at work, I was in a great mood, pay day was round the corner and I could look forward to enjoying the fruits of my labour. In 4 short weeks, I was due 10 times what I was earning previously in my part-time web researcher job. I'd already made a shopping list...

Omaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1165351806402437812006-12-05T20:14:00.000Z2006-12-05T20:50:06.413Z

I've been looking forward to this week since I started. At last I finally got to do some real work. I'm sure I've mentioned before that I was recruited to train out a number SAP modules. Due to various reasons, the actual training was delayed and I had spent my first 3 weeks going over the material and learning about the company so I could relate the system to the business.Anyway, there was a lot

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The weekend seems to come upon me suddenly, before I know it, it's Friday and time to go home. I left work about 3:30pm and usually go all the way down the M1 to the M25 junction, but after a few nasty surprises, I now know to get off at Junction 12 (Dunstable) and go through the back roads eventually ending up at St Albans and then home. Despite getting a bit stuck at St Albans, I still managed

Omaranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1164627375787704162006-11-27T11:36:00.000Z2006-12-14T17:42:40.786Z

Leicester Life AdventureYour honesty is really refreshing, Totally loving our work!!!!!Bernadine

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1164313559017648492006-11-23T19:47:00.000Z2006-11-23T20:41:00.460Z

As week three draws to a close, I marvel at how different everything was from last week. God obviously had mercy on me and changed things around.Ofcourse, they always say in any situation, the only thing you can really change is yourself, so that was where I started. I am not so arrogant that I would think the whole world was wrong and I'm the only one that's right.Coming back to Leicester on

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Oms, Under no circumstance should you ever leave home in a huff to drive to Leicester, round the corner yes, Leicester NO.No good purpose was served by this. You were angry, Tunji would have been worried and now your landlady thinks you are mad! It if was easy, it won't be fun. This is a learning experience for you, Tunji and Kitan, and I am sure they think you are having the most fun. Picture

KemiMamaLopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10236854290969016609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1164194609257122442006-11-22T11:20:00.000Z2006-12-14T17:51:54.116Z

Weekend number two started well. I took advice to take it easy and not try to do so much and be everything in such a short space of time. The first weekend home left me very tired on Monday morning. I was determined not to let that happen this time.After the horrendous week at work, I needed some quality 'me' time.As always my baby was jumping up and down in excitement to see me. If anyone had

Omaranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1163859220770112272006-11-18T14:10:00.000Z2006-11-23T20:46:24.006Z

Where do I start?After a very tiring weekend, I was looking forward to the peace, quiet and simplicity of my Leicester life.My second week in Leicester was hell!. I seriously reconsidered my decision to take up this job and was millimeters close from packing it in. It's a long story.Monday started off well enough, drove in from London that morning and got on with work as per normal. By Wednesday,

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Friday at last and I was all set to go home. To be honest, the weekend was like an interruption, I had not yet developed a routine and all too soon, it was time to head back home. Still, I was glad to see my baby. The last time I saw him, he was recovering from an operation and a bit poorly.I set off from work at 3pm, hoping to be in London by 6pm at the very latest. Horrendous traffic on the M1

Omaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1163149106635262212006-11-10T08:56:00.000Z2006-12-14T17:42:03.330Z

Not sure also if I should be replying but girl you are trully blessed & strong. So many emotions in 1 week. If noting else thanks for giving me the inspiration to know as a new mum to be it will be possible for me to return to work.

JDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1163143051812490722006-11-10T07:09:00.000Z2006-11-10T07:17:31.853Z

Today marks one week into my Leicester life adventure. I remember reading an article recently about 'Expectations' and it came to mind when I was trying to figure out whether my expectations had been met. What was I really expecting and had I achieved it? What have I learnt so far - especially about myself.In the first couple of days, I realised I was desperate to be liked. I'm not sure if

Omaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1162979465692358472006-11-08T09:48:00.000Z2006-11-08T16:53:23.466Z

Not sure if one is meant to post comments here to your BLOG - but I reckond that you can always take it off...if you donot like it;Omara....You are a true writer and also a heroine...I have just read all in your BLOG and is still fighting to hold the tears back...I wish I didn't have to work right now - so I could devote more time in my response to you...instead for now I will say well done and

Lisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04677397992923459924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1162941648357141392006-11-07T23:18:00.000Z2006-11-07T23:25:29.773Z

I drove in to Leicester from London Monday morning, again it only took me 2 hours and there was absolutely no traffic. I decided to leave on Monday instead of Sunday so I could be with Kitan if the fireworks scared him on Sunday night. He slept like a log and did not need me at all. I had to wake up at 5:45am this morning to leave home for 6:30am.My new boss (Francis) and colleagues all seemed

Omaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1162941171574105482006-11-07T22:54:00.000Z2006-11-07T23:13:06.150Z

I now had a place to live in Leicester and in 10 days, I'd be there. I had a huge list of things to do and very little time to do it.My son Kitan was scheduled to have an operation to remove his tonsils and adenoids as well as have grommits put in his ears. Quite a lot for a little 2 year old. It meant 3 days in hospital and only 2 days with him at home before I set off. The company had wanted me

Omaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1162939531694480742006-11-07T22:23:00.000Z2006-11-07T23:32:20.046Z

Within a week from the verbal offer, the contracts were signed and there was no going back. I went from being giddy with excitement to terribly apprehensive. Freedom! It was scary. It occured to me that I had never lived on my own. I met Tunji when I was 16 whilst still living at home. When I moved to England in 1994, it was to join him in the flat he was already living in. By the time we got

Omaranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1162923236637189992006-11-07T17:54:00.000Z2006-11-28T23:14:12.876Z

It was now October 2006, by this time I was working part-time as a Web Researcher - a glorified data inputer - in Hatfield. Still, it was a job, it got me out of the house, I met new people (not all nice) and I was earning a tiny bit of money.One Saturday, I noticed Benjamin's card and wondered about him. It had been 6 months since we last were in touch. The next day, Sunday, as I paid my tithe

Omaranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37304079.post-1162921999620082632006-11-07T17:38:00.000Z2006-11-07T22:17:22.626Z

You know how when you hear a testimony of some amazing way someone got a job - at back of my mind I used to think 'yeah right'.I had been looking for a job off and on for about 18 months and I think in all I probably responded to about 500 positions. At one point finding a job became like a job in itself and I sent about 20 CVs a day.Why did I want a job so badly? - the money would certainly

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