<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:41:56.187+01:00</updated><category term='Honeymoon'/><title type='text'>tunzie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-5331913031067355996</id><published>2009-11-08T03:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T03:41:12.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/SvYvuiTJOCI/AAAAAAAAACU/jhnXuljq81I/s1600-h/questions.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/SvYvuiTJOCI/AAAAAAAAACU/jhnXuljq81I/s200/questions.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401557279605078050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What!!! Is it all about???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is the purpose of life? What are we here for? Should we just do whatever we feel like or do we decide what we want to do or is there a specific purpose / plan for each single life? Do we decide to do no harm and help as many people as possible especially those "less fortunate" along this journey of life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder when God answers prayers? Is it when it is according to His will? If prayers are answered when it is according to His will, so why do we have to ask at all? Ok, because He said we should.... So how do we know when what is according to His will? So, if we ask for something over and over like the woman that pestered the judge and we don't seem to get an answer, is it an indication that what we ask is not according to His will or does it just mean that it is not the right time for the particular thing we asked for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many, too many questions plague my mind from time to time.. Sometimes, I ask what it is all about? Is it just vanity upon vanity like the preacher said? Do we just drink and be merry? Are we like rats in a maze? I really wish I had answers to a lot of questions.... What!!! exactly is it all about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-5331913031067355996?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5331913031067355996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=5331913031067355996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/5331913031067355996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/5331913031067355996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-it-all-about-what-exactly-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/SvYvuiTJOCI/AAAAAAAAACU/jhnXuljq81I/s72-c/questions.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-3557921187501594191</id><published>2009-10-19T19:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:49:33.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/Sty0rrSVUkI/AAAAAAAAACM/LKDSHi8ZB-U/s1600-h/grateful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/Sty0rrSVUkI/AAAAAAAAACM/LKDSHi8ZB-U/s200/grateful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394385116130005570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A thankful heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend of the 10th October was thanksgiving in Canada - my first. The Canadian thanksgiving can be termed a harvest festival because it is a day that has been set aside to give thanks to God for a bountiful harvest. I however read up the history / origin of thanksgiving and found out that it started with an English explorer, Martin Frobisher, who had been trying to find a northern passage to the Orient. He did not succeed but he established a settlement in Northern America. In the year 1578, he held a formal ceremony, in Newfoundland, to give thanks for surviving the long journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As human beigns we could forget to be thankful everyday for the seemingly little things in our lives and in the lives of people around us. So, I decided to be thankful for all around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of life - seeing, breathing, touching, walking etc&lt;br /&gt;The gift of love from family, friends and a wonderful husband&lt;br /&gt;The ability to think&lt;br /&gt;The ability to type, write, read etc&lt;br /&gt;Technology that allows me to share this, communicate with my loved ones and generally makes life easier&lt;br /&gt;The snow outside the house&lt;br /&gt;Shelter with a heating system&lt;br /&gt;The invention of warm layers of cloth&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thankful for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-3557921187501594191?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3557921187501594191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=3557921187501594191' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/3557921187501594191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/3557921187501594191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful-heart-weekend-of-10th-october.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/Sty0rrSVUkI/AAAAAAAAACM/LKDSHi8ZB-U/s72-c/grateful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-1305553039505175219</id><published>2009-09-03T06:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:35:30.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/Sp9T-kuhXCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tRUH-StLARo/s1600-h/usain-bolt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/Sp9T-kuhXCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tRUH-StLARo/s200/usain-bolt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377108814579457058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Up And Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often easier to continue along a particular path than to change, Maintaining the satus quo. Inertia does not necessarily mean inactivity or being without motion.. It could be an unwillingness to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inertia is derived from the Latin word, "iners", meaning idle, or lazy. It is the resistance of a body to a change in its current state.  The great Isaac Newton defined it as the power of resisting, by which every body, as much as in it lies, endeavors to preserve in its present state, whether it be of rest, or of moving uniformly forward in a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of myself as someone who does things once her mind is made up. I however recently noticed some measure of inertia regarding a particular thing I was supposed to do. I realised I had been giving some excuses somewhere at the back of my mind as the reason for it. Then, it hit me like a flash that I was just comfortable not doing anything, I was comfortable about that particular thing. Then, I decided to apply an opposite force to counter the initial resistance. I also decided to post this as a reminder to myself to get up and do what needs to be done and to encourage someone out there to do the same... Excuses are just what they are - Excuses.... Get up and go or in some other people's cases "Be still"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-1305553039505175219?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1305553039505175219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=1305553039505175219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/1305553039505175219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/1305553039505175219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-up-and-go-it-is-often-easier-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/Sp9T-kuhXCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tRUH-StLARo/s72-c/usain-bolt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-4958039167663786909</id><published>2009-08-07T05:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T05:49:11.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you had one wish, What would it be for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a camp over the weekend and the write up below about Lester's wish jumped out at me and I decided to share it... Enjoy and examine yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester was given a magic wish&lt;br /&gt;By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree,&lt;br /&gt;And with his wish he wished for two more wishes--&lt;br /&gt;So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three.&lt;br /&gt;And with each one of these&lt;br /&gt;He simply wished for three more wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Which gave him three old wishes, plus nine new.&lt;br /&gt;And with each of these twelve&lt;br /&gt;He slyly wished for three more wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Which added up to forty-six--or is it fifty-two?&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, he used each wish&lt;br /&gt;To wish for wishes 'til he had&lt;br /&gt;Five billion, seven million, eighteen thousand thirty-four.&lt;br /&gt;And then he spread them on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And clapped his hands and danced around&lt;br /&gt;And skipped and sang, and then sat down&lt;br /&gt;And wished for more.&lt;br /&gt;And more...and more...they multiplied&lt;br /&gt;While other people smiled and cried&lt;br /&gt;And loved and reached and touched and felt.&lt;br /&gt;Lester sat amid his wealth&lt;br /&gt;Stacked mountain-high like stacks of gold,&lt;br /&gt;Sat and counted--and grew old.&lt;br /&gt;And then one Thursday night they found him&lt;br /&gt;Dead--with his wishes piled around him.&lt;br /&gt;And they counted the lot and found that not&lt;br /&gt;A single one was missing.&lt;br /&gt;All shiny and new--here, take a few&lt;br /&gt;And think of Lester as you do.&lt;br /&gt;In a world of apples and kisses and shoes&lt;br /&gt;He wasted his wishes on wishing.            -Shel Silverstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-4958039167663786909?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4958039167663786909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=4958039167663786909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/4958039167663786909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/4958039167663786909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-had-one-wish-what-would-it-be_07.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-7490574930468461494</id><published>2009-06-15T20:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:27:18.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First Time!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we do anything (good mind you) should be an exhilarating experience for anyone of us. I however found out that there are a number of firsts in our lives that we discount and do not revel in the joy of it. Some of us have been going round in circles that we think there is no room for firsts. It suddenly dawned on me that it was the first time I made someone's hair, the first time I got a bouquet of roses from my husband on our anniversary, the first time I went grocery shopping with a new friend, the first time I baked potatoes, the first time I wore a particular top... the first time, the first time.... I could go on and on... I am grateful for all the first and the new things in my life no matter how seemingly mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells me that &lt;br /&gt;1. I am able to do new things&lt;br /&gt;2. I dare to do new things&lt;br /&gt;3. Its not too late to have a first time of anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have either forgotten how to do new things, are too engrossed in our same old habits and rots to bother with new things, are to scared to do new things or have forgotten to luxuriate in our firsts..... Dare to count your firsts... you might be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME IT WAS YOUR FIRST?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-7490574930468461494?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7490574930468461494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=7490574930468461494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/7490574930468461494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/7490574930468461494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-time-first-time-we-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-5520619657522920178</id><published>2009-02-20T16:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:45:53.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/SZ7QFTtpZWI/AAAAAAAAABk/BqH6kj3kl_I/s1600-h/images%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/SZ7QFTtpZWI/AAAAAAAAABk/BqH6kj3kl_I/s200/images%5B12%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304906200698676578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I satisfy them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth do you satisfy humans and our wants? Can humans ever be satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, the face of public transportation was "Molues" (Humongous buses that mostly tilts at an angle of about 45 degrees to the side), "Danfos" (Smaller buses that sometimes have their trunks converted to chairs for people to sit in - in order to increase revenue), "yellow taxis" (Some shaky like jelly fishes and on the high end monetarily). A commutter was stuck with either of these. Today, gradually, the face of public transportation is changing thanks to the BRT, eko taxis and corporate cabs. I was pleasantly surprised a few days ago to find out that the newly procured BRT buses have functioning air conditioning units which means you do not have to sweat (considering the temperate whether). However, to my utter amazement, I heard a woman complain about the fare which by the way is lower tahn the Danfo's. She said she does not need the ac and she would rather board the old "Molues" as they were better, I chalked it up to her just ranting. However, I thought I'd vent about it when I saw the same woman again the next day making the same complaint even though she opted to board the fully - ac bus. It got me wondering about why humans are never satisfied. It also reminded me of a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in a land not so far away, there were men, women and children who were under the oppressive and heavy hand of a wicked task master. The yoke / burden was near impossible to bear so, these humans called unto a power higher than the task master to deliver them and releive them of the burden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in came the higher power that delivered them with a lot of pomp and fanfair from their task master on the condition that they will go with him and work with him but the tasks he assigned them were light. These humans were grateful for a short period for the deliverance. However after a very short time, they began to complain once again, they even said the new master should have left them in the custody of their wicked, high handed task master. The new master was of course very shocked at this reaction. They did not enjoy their new found freedom because of the magnitude and frquecy of their complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;br /&gt;Seek to do what is right and even though humans complain, realise that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Humans have an innate tendency to complain&lt;br /&gt;- Human needs and beings are insatiable. Everyone cannot be satisfied all the time&lt;br /&gt;- Change is very threatening for humans. We are comfortable and like to remain with the status quo&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever you are about to complaint, think very deply about why you are about to complain and see if it really is a valid reason to complain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;To complain means to "grumble about" to whine or find fault. The opposite is to applaud, approve, be content, be happy, commend, praise, recommend, sanction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-5520619657522920178?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5520619657522920178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=5520619657522920178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/5520619657522920178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/5520619657522920178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-do-i-satisfy-them-how-on-earth-do.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/SZ7QFTtpZWI/AAAAAAAAABk/BqH6kj3kl_I/s72-c/images%5B12%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-378025069920537877</id><published>2008-05-26T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:31:16.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Police is your Friend (2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunzie!!!!!!!!! What is it with the Police? I am beginning to wonder - Permit me to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me quickly tell you what it is with them.&lt;br /&gt;on the 6th of March, at about 6:20pm, The car I was in was moving towards its destination and had almost gotten there, I was contemplating whether to continue reading the book I had or just chill for a few more minutes till I got home, well, the desicion was taken out of my hands because I suddenly heard a loud sound and the next thing, the car rotated on its front tire axis and then I was on my head - a somersault. I saw blood but didn't realize it was mine. It was all so surreal. Well, now to why the topic... Guess who was at the accident scene.. Yep!!!! you are right. A Police man, he pulled me out through the window, I picked my bag and phone, I tried to make a phone call to my Sister and could not talk for long, so the Policeman took the phone and completed the phone conversation. He then took me to the nearest Hospital where we were told I couldn't be treated and to go to a more specialized Hospital. All this while, my blood was pouring. I kept on saying that "I was not going to die but I would live to declare the works of God in my life i the land of teh living". Well, someone that works with an NGO - non Governmental Organisation that operates an ambulance service had followed to the Hospital and organised for their ambulance to take me to the National Orthopaedic Hospital, it was rush hour and there was traffic, my blood was still flowing out. At this time, they had put something to collect the blood with. The Police man was there in the ambulance with me till I got to the Hospital. He called later to find out how I was doing. Waoh!!!!!! Police could really be your friend :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-378025069920537877?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/378025069920537877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=378025069920537877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/378025069920537877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/378025069920537877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2008/05/police-is-your-friend-2-tunzie-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-7776273949272630520</id><published>2008-02-24T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:39:16.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;COMPARISONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read two amazing books, one about Jews and the other about Blacks. It was fascinating to do some kind of comparison. It was an eye opener for me. I decided to share some the points of comparison and lessons learnt on my blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jews and Blacks in the West&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jews and Blacks were both "immigrants" into the west (first generation immigrants) Blacks went into the West through slavery and suffered a lot psychologically, physically, mentally and every form of "allys" we can think about. Jews too had their own share of discrimination and segregation one. In spite of the segregation, one can see that the Jews have certainly done better than the Blacks. One might also say it would have been easier for the Jews to blend in to the society because of the colour of their skin but even they had to live in closed communities by themselves and be self sufficient.  The Black man however would stick out like a thumb in the midst of whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Many years after the abolition of slavery, a lot of Blacks still live in abject poverty and even Native Africans that live in Africa don't seem to be doing any better than their counterparts in the developed countries. One would then wonder what is responsible and much more than that, what can be learnt and what can be done. If Jews, who make up only 2% of the American population, can have One third of all American multi millionaires as Jews, 20% of the professors in leading universities as Jews, 25% of all American Nobel Prize winners as Jews etc (The Jewish Phenomenon), then, I think we as a people can do better than we are doing right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comparison &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jews take care of their own because they believe that if you take care of your own yours will take care of you. This they do by supporting community based charity orgnizations, supporting issues that promote their cause and patronizing their group's local businesses. On the other hand we (Blacks) would rather patronize international / foreign businesses as opposed to local ones. Given, some of the products made/ distributed locally might not be as good but in some cases where they are equally good, it has become a classy thing not to use anything manufactured and produced locally. By doing this, we are not in any way helping our local businesses move forward. One word to the local businesses though, PLEASE!!! Produce good quality products and see us patronize you en masse. Also, the rate of Black on Black crimes is alarming. It almost seems like we are set on exterminating our race. People kill themselves for any and every flimsy reason imaginable.. I think its time we begin to take care of our own. Some of us have started doing one form of taking care of our own or the other. I want to encourage us to continue and if you have not started, now is the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Successful people are professionals and Entrepreneurs - Jewish. On the other hand, the average educated Black person wants to finish school, get a job and sit tight with the job - serving the master. I was discussing with one of my colleagues last week, I asked him what he saw himself doing in the next 10-15 years and he said he would still be with the company. I must say that I was very amazed. I asked about him moving to another company and he said he didn’t see that coming. He is just satisfied with working with the company until he retires. A lot of us have the mindset of working with someone else till we drop. I am not saying that all of us should be entrepreneurs but I am saying that that is how successes are built. The Jeans industry was started by the Jews – Levis Strauss, the movie making industry MGM, Paramount Pictures, Universal Studios etc. These are a very few of the businesses started by Jews and passed on to the next generations. A lot of others that were not business owners were very successful and skilled professionals who left their marks in history. If we intend to be extremely successful, we should be ready to plunge out on our own, go the extra mile and leave an inheritance for our children's children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are at least two more points I'll like to bring out, that I'll do that in my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-7776273949272630520?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7776273949272630520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=7776273949272630520' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/7776273949272630520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/7776273949272630520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/comparisons-i-just-read-two-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-6602313501888017820</id><published>2008-02-08T17:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:03:30.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Police is your Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a firm believer in the "new Naija" (new Nigeria), I went to the lauching of the "new Naija" club that took place on the 1st January at the Balmora hall in Oregun, Lagos State, Nigeria - what a way to usher in the year. The interesting thing was that the PRO of the Lagos Nigeria Police force was one of the speakers of the day along with notable icons - Pat Utomi, Deolu Akinyemi, Fela Durotoye, Gbenga Sesan, Niyi Adesanya etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speakers said a lot of notable things but since I had previously written some things on the Nigeria Police, the PRO of Police who spoke on the topic "Police is your friend" caught my attention. I eagerly awaited what he was going to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started by acknowledging that the topic is a difficult one since a lot of people - (yours truly inclusive) are biased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst other things, He said that sometimes, the members of the public give the Police wrong information which sometimes leads to ambush and sometimes death of members of the Police force. He implored us to please cooperate with the POlice so that they can do their work well .................. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the only thing he said that caught my attention and I chose to hold onto/ pick was that just as there are some young people who believe and are committed to working towards the new Nigeria, there are also some Police Officers who are committed to working towards a better Police force. I &lt;strong&gt;CHOSE&lt;/strong&gt; to believe him. I therefore look forward to a better Nigeria  Police force where the Police is really my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-6602313501888017820?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6602313501888017820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=6602313501888017820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/6602313501888017820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/6602313501888017820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/police-is-your-friend-as-firm-believer.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-5591681508369042810</id><published>2008-02-01T17:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:30:32.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R6dLfvdihZI/AAAAAAAAABA/txEBSY8ADkY/s1600-h/write.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R6dLfvdihZI/AAAAAAAAABA/txEBSY8ADkY/s200/write.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163178506491954578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRITE THE VISION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic Toc!! The clock is ticking. Even though the year is already rolling, I believe I am still permitted to say a happy new year to my people and while I am at it, I will like to ask what you have decided to do this year. &lt;br /&gt;Do you have resolutions or goals? Or are you just going to live out the year as it comes. Taking it one day at a time. Allowing circumstances to shape your year and invariably your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say they wrote goals and resolutions in years past but they either didn't meet their targets or they totally forgot about the goals in the hustle and bustle of the year. So, they wonder “what’s the point anyway?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would say the point is taking charge, proactively planning and having a yardstick to measure achievements by quarterly, at the end of the year or whenever you choose during the year. After all, you wouldn't have known that you did not achieve what you set out to if you did not set out at all or if you did not have any goals/ resolutions at the beginning of the particular year you thought you didn’t achieve your goals. There would not have being a real measure of achievement. &lt;br /&gt;Imagine that footballers play matches without a goal post. They'll keep running around aimlessly and at the end of 90 minutes, they would have succeeded in exercising their bodies. They would not be able to measure their performance. There would not be a measure of achievement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say "write the vision and make it plain on tablets that they may run who reads it" - Habakkuk2:2. Have something to prove. Do not let the year just roll by. Install a goal post, be able to say at the end of the year that I achieved 1,2 and I need to work on 5,6. This way, we can continually strive to be better people, strive to meet the deadlines we missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be coming late but I don't think it’s too late. It should serve as a reminder for someone who has being procrastinating. Or even for someone who had not decided to "Write the vision"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-5591681508369042810?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5591681508369042810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=5591681508369042810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/5591681508369042810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/5591681508369042810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/write-vision-tic-toc-clock-is-ticking.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R6dLfvdihZI/AAAAAAAAABA/txEBSY8ADkY/s72-c/write.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-1459349107214851954</id><published>2007-12-26T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:16:14.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R3Jz-_e1VnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hqckHb63RRY/s1600-h/cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R3Jz-_e1VnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hqckHb63RRY/s200/cap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148304850067740274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think the Nigeria Police Force is reformable (2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted the first article on this subject on the 10th of August 2006. &lt;a href="http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That’s over a year ago. At the time, I did not know that I would post a second and maybe a third article on the same topic. This post was actually triggered by an incidence that occurred around the Christmas season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was traveling by road within the country (Naija) with my Husband and we met a lot of Police "check points" on the road (as usual). We got to a particular point where the policeman who was supposed to check the vehicle particulars, drivers license and the insurance stopped us to check all our documents, he checked all the papers, returned them to us except for the drivers license and then he said, "Oga, do Christmas for us now." Well, since "doing Christmas" for people should be an act of free will, we said we were not doing Christmas for him so, he held on to the driver's license and refused to release it. At this point, it was already getting a bit late and we still had some way to go. The "Police Officer" could not be bothered that the roads were bad and unsafe to be drive on particularly at night, he was just concerned about us "doing Christmas" for him. Unknown to us, he had told his "Oga" - Superior that the papers of the car were not complete. He stopped a lot of other cars after us and told them to do Christmas too. We found out that the Police Officer is still a student in a Higher Institution of learning (assuming he was telling the truth to one of the numerous people he stopped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had spent the greater part of an hour at their check point and it was getting dark, the guy's superior told him to give us the driver's license and that we could go. His name? - "Ojo Olayinka"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incidence reminded of occurrences that people had gisted me about, articles I had read in the newspapers and of the article I had written over a year ago. All these brought waves of doubt to my heart. It made me wonder if the Nigeria Police is reformable... It made me wonder if I am right to be a staunch believer in the new Nigeria. But then, I decided that it would not be wise to allow my faith to be shaken, I reiterated my believe in Nigeria. I still believe in a new Nigeria. I believe that in spite of the efforts of a lot of people in authority the Police, the Government and even the society at large to dash my hopes and beliefs, I believe that a time is coming when people in authority like Officer Ojo Olayinka will realize that doing Christmas for a fellow human is by choice and not by force. That it’s not to be done under duress. I believe that a time will come when Police officers will ride brand new cars and live in fantastic houses. I believe a time will come when the Police will be respected as an authority not because they have guns but because they are doing what they ought to do. I believe a time will come when it will be an insult to offer a Police Man in Nigeria bribe because he will be too well paid and his mentality will not be that of a poor man, his mentality will not be that of a needy person, his mentality will not be that of a victim of circumstance but his mentality will be that of an office holder who has being entrusted with authority and the safety of lives and property of the people of the nation within his jurisdiction. I am a firm believer in a New Nigeria and I believe that we will get there in my life time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-1459349107214851954?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1459349107214851954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=1459349107214851954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/1459349107214851954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/1459349107214851954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-think-nigeria-police-force-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R3Jz-_e1VnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hqckHb63RRY/s72-c/cap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-2775608274024733328</id><published>2007-12-24T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:11:43.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R1_MZucpNOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jEWAUdfBw9o/s1600-h/100_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R1_MZucpNOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jEWAUdfBw9o/s200/100_0346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143054041817363682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever heard of Seychelles (2)!!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the days, we visited a "boat house" - Nautica. A man and his crew makes boats(ships - as some will call them), the boats are actually made from the original designs, they are just smaller. They were so magnificient. You also get a history of whichever boat you purchase. We purchased a number of boats with  fascinating histories. One of the boats discovered new land. - Got where no other boat had ever gotten. It history was really striking. If you go to Seychelles, its a place worth looking for. You wont regret it. - A picture of one of the magnificient boats is attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw the works of great artists and sculptors. It was a very wonderful experience, if you are looking for a quiet, clean, beautiful place to go on a holiday, - try Seychelles. If you know how to snockle, it will be the mother of holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to a holiday in another lovely place. Do you know of a lovely holiday location? Please leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-2775608274024733328?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2775608274024733328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=2775608274024733328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/2775608274024733328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/2775608274024733328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2007/12/ever-heard-of-seychelles-101-on-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R1_MZucpNOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jEWAUdfBw9o/s72-c/100_0346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-5556036653493455796</id><published>2007-12-19T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:15:00.329+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honeymoon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R1_BcucpNNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sBJrTCj_e40/s1600-h/100_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R1_BcucpNNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sBJrTCj_e40/s200/100_0264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143041998729065682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever heard of Seychelles (1)!!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats where the honeymoon took place. Its a wonderful Island in the Indian Ocean, they say its in Africa but honestly, its just in the middle of the Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On arrival at the Airport, my husband and I were the only blacks there and we were singled out for due inspection of our passports, Monies and Accommodation arangements. On asking if we were singled out because we are black, we were promptly answered in the affirmative and to compound issues was the fact that we are "Nigerians". Nigerians are perceived as fraudulent people who seek to con anybody they come across/ who come across them. (I am glad to inform you that this is the era of a new Nigeria - I strongly beleive in a new Nigeria, A Nigeria where corruption is a thing of the past to be punished and looked down on, a Nigeria where all the ammenities work, a Nigeria where doing the right thing is not only in fashion/ vogue but where it has come to stay - More to come on the New Nigeria in my subsequent posts - "A digression")  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On confirming that our papers and monies were real, we were allowed to book some cruises and plan things to do and places to go. We got onto the Island. &lt;br /&gt;From the next day, we started looking round the Island and found out it was such a lovely place. The waters are blue, the skies are blue, some of the scenes were like things I could only have seen in a picture. I appreciated nature and the work of God's hands - A picture is attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an Octopus on one of the days we went to the beach :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-5556036653493455796?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5556036653493455796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=5556036653493455796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/5556036653493455796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/5556036653493455796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2007/12/ever-heard-of-seychelles-101-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R1_BcucpNNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sBJrTCj_e40/s72-c/100_0264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-69137398564476194</id><published>2007-12-11T08:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:45:11.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16sVecpNMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Xbv3k7DLnrw/s1600-h/DSCF1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16sVecpNMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Xbv3k7DLnrw/s200/DSCF1849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142737309454120130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waoh!!!!!!! I got married!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve not blogged in ages and I wonder where to start / continue from.&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted anything since I got married. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! I got married to a wonderful, loving, adorable, God fearing man (All in one wrap). I could not have asked for more. I am truly blessed indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I would continue my series on the battle of the sexes the last week of the year/ early next year. Meanwhile, I will share one wedding picture or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-69137398564476194?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/69137398564476194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=69137398564476194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/69137398564476194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/69137398564476194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2007/12/waoh-ive-not-blogged-in-ages-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16sVecpNMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Xbv3k7DLnrw/s72-c/DSCF1849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-6718547359970451054</id><published>2007-03-05T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:30:55.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BATTLE OF THE SEXES 101&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For women,&lt;br /&gt;Women in the generation before ours “suffered” with their husbands and then, when the money started rolling in, the men started looking in another direction (other women)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women do not necessarily always have an agenda but most of the time, the guys already have a fixed mindset and think women always have an agenda. It would serve all concerned better if our men can keep an open mind and not lump all women as a bunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; When women try to massage men’s huge egos, they tend to think “here she comes again with her agenda”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it was not a fair spread as there were more men than women. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the discussion, I have done some reading and research into the inner thoughts of men. I intend to publish somethings on it. It will be especially useful for women. Watch out for it soon to come- what are men really thinking, feeling?, what do they really want from the women. Men can also read and comment in order to prove me wrong or right. Ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-6718547359970451054?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6718547359970451054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=6718547359970451054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/6718547359970451054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/6718547359970451054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2007/03/battle-of-sexes-contd.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-116954155463247682</id><published>2007-01-23T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:31:08.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BATTLE OF THE SEXES 100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very interesting conversation yester night with my house mates. It was on the male/female issue - call it battle of the sexes if you wish (Most of them are guys by the way, so, it was not a fair spread).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the points that were raised by the guys in the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Every guy has a huge ego that if massaged works wonders but if bruised constantly on the other hand would evoke a negative reaction no matter how “good” the guy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Guys are routine creatures, they do almost the same thing over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Women always try to change men when they are dating or married because they consider what the man does regularly (an example was football or hanging out with friends) competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Women ALWAYS have an agenda. They just don’t do things for the sake of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Women are very horrible with power, whenever a woman is seemingly more powerful than her husband or richer. She develops an attitude and becomes almost saucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Women should not marry fresh out of school because they would not have enough experience to last them their marital life and would hence tend to misbehave within the confines of marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies had some things to say and I have my own point of view too. I will continue with the female point of view tomorrow but meanwhile, guys and ladies, let me have your views and opinions on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-116954155463247682?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/116954155463247682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=116954155463247682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/116954155463247682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/116954155463247682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2007/01/battle-of-sexes-i-had-very-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-116645906231720636</id><published>2006-12-18T17:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:40:43.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Working at Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The project I am working on is outside where I stay, so, I am currently lodged with some of my colleagues in what i call a "home office". Its a new experience... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The office is downstairs and the living area is just upstairs. How would you like to work in that kind of evironment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My thoughts - Its nice t be able to strol into the office in the morning but it means work continues until its bed time. What do you all think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-116645906231720636?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/116645906231720636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=116645906231720636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/116645906231720636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/116645906231720636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2006/12/working-at-home-project-i-am-working.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-116603477494158531</id><published>2006-12-13T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:32:54.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LONG TIME NO HEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told ya so, hallo people.... Its been ages I wrote anything in my blog... I actually changed jobs and was on training for a while. So, what did I tell ya... I have moved to Business Consulting oops....sorry, its business advisory service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on my first project and its a whole new world. Its interesting but it could also be a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I should not forsake my blog. I will start a short series called the battle of the sexes in a few days time and I hope to get your inputs and coments. I'll soon update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-116603477494158531?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/116603477494158531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=116603477494158531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/116603477494158531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/116603477494158531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-time-no-hear-i-told-ya-so-hallo.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-115737762929356739</id><published>2006-09-04T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:42:59.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is in a name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was ECONET then VMOBILE now CELTEL.....What!? really is in a name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ECONET prided itself as the first company "to offer GSM phones to Africa's largest and perhaps most neglected telecoms market", Nigeria in August 2001 but ever since then it seems every other network that started after them has more base stations and a larger customer base. To compound issues, people are confused, Should we call them ECONET, VMOBILE or even recently CELTEL, what is really happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief Executive Officer of the CELTEL International group, the new owners of Vmobile Nigeria, Mr. Marten Pieters has however stated that Celtel is very prepared to take on the tasks ahead and its catch phrase is tariff crash. He's implied that despite the fact that a lot of people are using the GSM, most people have to pay through their noses to get the service. So, they intend to crash tariff. He also stated that despite the number of people using the GSM, many more people do not yet have the service available to them. He says they are very confident that they can maintain the quality of the network and also bring new ideas into Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the expertise and Plans that Celtel has, Lets hope this will be the last time there will be a name change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-115737762929356739?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/115737762929356739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=115737762929356739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115737762929356739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115737762929356739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-in-name-it-was-econet-then.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-115640771714401674</id><published>2006-08-24T09:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:10:26.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gist&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;("Transport Plava")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"See me, see trouble oh" I left my new place of work yesterday at 6:00 pm, strolled to the bus stop and boarded a bus going towards my house. We were just a few meters away from the bus stop when the driver said we should pay our transport fares. I really wasn't interested in paying at the time but I was prevailed upon by some other passengers. As though the bus was waiting for me to hand over my fare, as soon as I did, the bus just suddenly stopped. In their usual manner, the bus driver jumped underneath the bus and fiddled with some things. He came back into the bus and told us the bus was OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then resumed the journey, As we were about to ascend the "third mainland bridge",(for people that know Lagos, Nigeria), the bus stopped again. The driver repeated the process of flying under the bus and giving us further assurance. So, we proceeded...Soon, I noticed that I was feeling extremely hot and found out it was the heat from the Bus Engine vs. the radiator. Of course all this occured while we were moving in traffic, so the heat was tending towards being unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though all that wasn't enough, A van with a siren trying to make its way ahead in the traffic suddenly started making one .... of a noise just behind the bus. I thought I was going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, to crown that all up, as we were descending the bridge, the bus broke down again at a deserted side of town but luckily, we found a good Samaritan bus driver that helped us. We eventually got to our destination. Trust me, I took down the plate number of the bus and promised never to enter it again I advice you not to enter it either. The bus' plate number is ......... He begged me so I wont disclose it. If you want to get it, post a comment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got down and then had to trek to my house all thanks to the curfew on bikes. Like I said in my last post, I really am getting a lot of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-115640771714401674?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/115640771714401674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=115640771714401674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115640771714401674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115640771714401674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2006/08/gist-transport-plava-see-me-see_24.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-115625538260062555</id><published>2006-08-22T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:13:26.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Consultants Consultant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while huh! I changed jobs last week, so its not been very easy to fill this in. I moved from human resource consulting to Professional Service (IT) Consulting. Despite the fact that I studied Computer Science, I really enjoyed Human Resources. I got to interact with people from different walks of life at different stages and levels in their careers. My Objective is to be the Consultants consultant so, I have done HR, I am doing IT and I will do ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started on the job, so far, I have gone to five sites and gotten a lot of exercise in the process. I am getting a hang of it. I also discovered and I am researching into something I didn't know much about before......... "Data Minning" I intend to write some articles on it as I study, so if you want to know something about it, stay with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-115625538260062555?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/115625538260062555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=115625538260062555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115625538260062555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115625538260062555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2006/08/consultants-consultant-been-while-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-115556527587484263</id><published>2006-08-14T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:53:07.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOULD ELECTRICITY REALLY GET BETTER IN NIGERIA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you familiar with the term "One day off and two days on of Electricity"? Then, you are most likely Nigerian..... BUT it looks like there will be respite for our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power Holding Company of Nigeria (PHCN), recently unbundled into 18 companies and it appears that before the government's invitation for prospective private sector bids, the Manufacturing association of Nigeria (MAN) is prepared to acquire the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, power has been a major problem of the manufacturing sector of Nigeria. A lot of prospective Manufacturers decided against having their plants in the country because of the high cost of generating electricity. As a result of this, the MAN has decided to to take advantage of the on going reforms and proposed privatisation to establish an Independent Power Plant. MAN has therefore decided that they will bid for the company at the appropriate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think its just one of those white elephant projects that will not see the light of day.I think Electricity will definitely get better, what!? With the card thing already going on in some areas. It is Pay as you go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-115556527587484263?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/115556527587484263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=115556527587484263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115556527587484263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115556527587484263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2006/08/would-electricity-really-get-better-in.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-115521319978979947</id><published>2006-08-10T13:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:37:17.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think the Nigerian Police is "reformable"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it possibly be true that the Nigerian police is going to be reformed? The Federal Executive Council (FEC) approved the white paper on the reforms of the Nigeria's police force. Some of their recommendations are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That the National Security and Civil Defence corps be merged with the police&lt;br /&gt;2. That all roadblocks be dismantle&lt;br /&gt;3. That in case of death, the dependents of police officers should be trained free of charge    up to secondary school level&lt;br /&gt;4. Efforts should continue to enhance the wage and welfare package of the police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bill is supposed to aid the fight against corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that these reforms will take effect and that the Nigerian Police force will be more effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me have your thoughts, Do you think the Nigerian Police is "reformable"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-115521319978979947?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/115521319978979947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=115521319978979947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115521319978979947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115521319978979947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-think-nigerian-police-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32191226.post-115497224906326581</id><published>2006-08-07T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:21:29.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so excited..... It is my first post... I know my posts will be read by billions..... I know its a step in the right direction... Am I excited or what? Can you feel my excitment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32191226-115497224906326581?l=tunzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/feeds/115497224906326581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32191226&amp;postID=115497224906326581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115497224906326581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32191226/posts/default/115497224906326581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunzie.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-so-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>tunzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821669575636486316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HizXjpm2mEI/R16mGOcpNLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tfWJZM0_bgo/S220/100_0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
