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Journey to Stardom By Morayo Oshodi

I learnt to sew and trade at a very young age. I learnt the skill first from my mother who had a small store. She converted the garage of our house to a shop where she sold foodstuffs that include rice, beans, honey, yam flour etc. I loved it because I knew that when it was my turn to help in her store I made sure I gave a good customer experience to our customers. However, There were some disadvantages, one major one was when debtors refused to pay. It was difficult going to their houses to collect our money, this affected my pocket money the following day. They had a bad attitude when it came to paying for what they bought. This fueled my passion and interest in sales and marketing. It also led me to pursue a career in digital/online marketing where you can sell from the comfort of your home country and still ship your goods and services to other parts of the country and the world. I started a cushion business that allowed me to make (sewing) and sell cushions using local materia
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What is your Plan Krispy Kreme?

I have never really been a sweet tooth perhaps because I spent the better part of my time filling or extracting a tooth. The last time I did that I was busy looking for discounts from a student doctor in LUTH who helped me fill my tooth, whew! Thumbs up to all these student doctors who have large hearts. Will talk about how I fell in love with a doctor on the next episode. Back to the matter I just had my first box of Krispy Kreme and I'm like ki le le yi? (What is this) my eyes were popping as I bit into every piece. So, my friends, Dee and Jee got me the box of Krispy Kreme on 26th of March 2018. That early Monday morning on our way to work they greeted me with a box of happy icing glazed doughnuts there and then I knew my week was going to be a sweet one, yea I'm like that - let me just tie it to that. I quickly thought of the best way to eat them, I was going to share some with my colleagues and eat 2 pieces of doughnut max 3 because after 3 rounds I'm satiated -

When The Flood Storms By Morayo Oshodi

It all started with a drizzling Some others considered it a trickling Until the buckets got filled from leaking Pregnant and swollen the ceiling So the waters broke, toh toh toh  Was the sound of a leaking ceiling. A rhythm worth freestyling. They say make hay while the sun shines. But none while the clouds gather It's been 7 days and your beaming self hasn't shown up instead you had your cousin blow the hay away. Its been 7 days..... Slow and steady drip, drop, top. The flood sneaked in without a storm. So you got caught up? in 7 hours of traffic? So you didn't drown? You could wade in the waters. Swimming was the highlights. And then Kayaking Oyinbo man. Free movie ticket and popcorn? Perhaps for Isoken . Will flooded cinemas go.

Love Life, Love the Lyrics II: Please Don’t Hate the Game! By Morayo Oshodi

Hey! Don’t be in a hurry to chicken out of this place; I'm not here to bore you with the concept of Game theory. Last time we read a story about Anne and by now I know some of you must be empathic about Anne, and some of you be like serves her right – Yeah yeah, she’s alright she’ll grow up some day and become a preacher's wife (Don’t quote me). Today is all about Anjola, who hates the game – the society we find ourselves *sighs* I still can’t understand why she does, maybe you can explain after reading through. Anjola joined the company two years ago hoping to find love, the kind of love Savage Garden sang about in I Knew I’d Love You . Anjola just got out of her fourth relationship with the Prince having dated Kenny, Fifi, and Lolu. All of which lasted a period of not more than four months - the Prince actually lasted 5 months and 3 days. Lol! I know the mathematicians are trying to calculate this now, good luck on that. But Anjola really wanted to love one person

Love Life, Love the Lyrics I: One Night Stand By Morayo Oshodi

If the grade "A" was really easy why didn't we all get an A in further maths? well maybe you did but I never did, I was the C student and yes I was comfortable with that :p well don't think me lazy because I have my passions hehehehe one of it is observing people and writing about them and getting to know how to help! Motivation, Motivation!! Motivation!!! - like hey babes stay away from that guy he is good for nothing or this guy likes you and I think you should give him a chance to prove his love, why don't you take that risk after all life is all about the risks we take.... Blahblahblah. In this episode I will leave you with a special lyrics from a very special artiste who I featured in this post. This blog post will encourage you to love yourself first, before you love someone else. She is one of the most friendly, daring and adventurous person I have ever met. Sometimes when she talks I wonder what planet she is from perhaps she Oh! - yes that B

The Sweet Hour of Muse By Morayo Oshodi

Wide awake at midnight Then a voice in the wind Harsh but true said  They think I'd just give up When I'm almost at the end of the tunnel I lay down and slept  but my subconscious  ranted away... Could this be convention? This smell as rot fish  Filling the atmosphere. Alas that I may be choked up in it? When there are waters That haven’t been stirred not to mention rippled. It takes a little time To cock a gun and shoot. Risk is what makes life beautiful Don’t you think so? The confidence that matches up to it tells you you aren't far from your goal. A fearful mind will only bring aches and pain, trouble and distress but a heart that dreads mediocrity is free to explore even the uncultivated land of life When I sleep it's only for a few hours  Not that I suffer insomnia It's because there's a new dawn to wake up to        

Black is the Colour By Morayo Oshodi

Black is the colour That ushers us into the New Year Such an air of the earth’s odour Like inhaling a rotten pear That bursts open to reveal its colour! Isn’t it black from its stare? Fruits no longer fall without a farce And never again a favour. We ask ourselves what really is our fear When people go hungry without food for their neighbour. We ask ourselves what we care About the price decrement of our labour. Salary no longer puts food on the table, And constant is the tear Of the ones who walk by day and night with little or nothing to harbour. One voice says we rather stay aloof of the demur To better endure the sear. Black is the colour No human change to dare Perhaps with hope of bleaching its colour May resuscitate such dearth in the sphere Black I no longer fancy as beauty’s colour But more of evil, pain and sear It can only take a Caro pore To bring us to a dreamy swear.