Let’s talk, Shall we ?

…when a conversation starts with those two phrases, especially between a man and a woman (lovers), or a boss and an employee, you’ll think there’s fire on the mountain. Something must have gone wrong that needs addressing or to be concluded. But it’s not always so, at least not in the advanced worlds or with even matured minds.

Talking is a good thing. I’m so sure of it. I do not mean this in a bad way, no. Talking about a thing can change the conditions of that thing, for worse or the best. In communication, we bring our thoughts and intentions to the fore, thats why there’s the sender, receiver, message, medium and feedback. Since we can’t know what a person thinks, talking brings us close to understanding a person’s thought process.

Earlier this week, I was offended. I was upset that a friend took advantage of me. I mean, friends do that all time, it shouldn’t be news anymore right? Yea! This time, it got me. I thought it has got to the brim, I had to bare my mind, but I waited for the other party (* the offender* lol) to come to terms of the offence, you know and just talk and laugh over it as usual, but it seem I was to wait forever.

In a nutshell, I approached the person and we got things sorted out. I know this person to a very large extent. I knew expecting an immediate apology will never happen, but I had hoped for once, I’ll be proven wrong.  So what point am I trying to expatiate on here? You’ll understand in a bit. Over time, communicating with people show their personality and that way, you’ll know how to behave or react when something happens. If you still don’t understand this, then try another approach. *wink*

Communication is the bedrock and ‘grease’ of any human phenomena (Even Animals communicate, lol).  From our private everyday lives, to business, social, religious, corporate, marital, family and even within self, communication is continuous and inevitable. It’s one of those natural gift. I only wish that communication can be amassed for more positive causes, because talking without taking the necessary actions would only mean a waste of time.

I’m glad I decided to say ‘Can we have a quick word?’ (Yea, it’s another lighter substitute for let’s talk, shall we? lol) We are just fine now. No sweat, no pain. Whoosh! It’s all gone with the wind. Well, I didn’t say it’ll be that easy for lovers or the boss-employee scenario, lol. So get talking if you want to see some change happen. Talking is a good thing!

Welcome Change With A Big Warm Hug!

I sat in that Danfo Bus. The one I boarded from Ikate bus-stop to Ajah, after the close of work. Amid the constant jerking and siren-blasting, my mind traveled. It always did when I’m alone. This time, it was long gone, to the past, present and what the future could possibly unfold. My visit to the future was short. i usually don’t stay long there. I knew I had very little choice in the matter. I can do all the planning and paint a fantastic picture, but then, God pronounces the final verdict.

Going back to the past, i did that alot. I amuse myself with it. It also makes me re-strategize. On one of those time travels, I stumbled on a time two years ago. It was mid 2012. I had just finished serving (NYSC) and was retained at a big media establishment in Kogi state capital, Lokoja. It was the place of my primary assignment, *one of the big fish in state at that time*.

With the new job, there was this satisfaction that i didn’t have to hustle for a job placement like the thousands of my mate. It gave me so much fulfilment ( I am not celebrating other people’s misfortune o, don’t misunderstand me please). I give my best in what I do, but like they say, Life’s race is not for the swift nor the strongest but divine grace…

Ok, I’m doing just fine with my new job. No worries! Except a few, which is peculiar with ladies of my age (worry over material things). Life seem fun and smooth, but I knew that wasn’t all it can be. I always plunge further, maintaining an open mind.  A new adventure, new career, new love and a new family in a totally new environment (Well, not so new, considering that i had lived there for a year).

After two months, I thought I was settled in, to begin a life of my own. Totally independent, but I was wrong. I received a mail from a post graduate school in lagos. It was an invitation to study. I had applied to the school, like a month ago, when I saw an advertisement online, asking for female Delta State Indigenes to apply. I decided to give it a shot.

Talking about how I got lucky? Well, I can’t say for sure. It certainly wasn’t all my doing. I like to surf the internet, checking out the latest (news), new opportunities, career, friendship, places and the likes. That was how I stumbled on it. The Scholarship. Later on, I realised it wasn’t a trial, It was meant to be.

I accepted the offer, but it wasn’t certain. I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave. I loved my comfort. The fact that I was doing ok. The peace, serenity, easy-quiet-small-community life. Lokoja had all that. Lagos was the direct opposite, or so I thought. I can’t survive there, not for long. The noise, traffic, hyper-activeness, on-the-go-kinda-life. ARRRGH! Lagos is a different world. And so, I continued to debate, weighing all the options.

As delighted as I was about the scholarship offer, I was also sad. Flush of worries swept me. I was constantly in that phase for weeks, because change came knocking. I had to move, that i didn’t find comfortable. I did it anyways. I hesitated, I grumbled,  gave excuses but I should have saved myself from all that pain. I should have said Welcome! Change. Should have smiled at it and given it a big warm hug!