For quite some time now, my parents have been worried about my prospect after my current programme. I have been indifferent to the situation anyway because i know somehow; i would definitely have my hands full. I have been a compliance officer […]
For quite some time now, my parents have been worried about my prospect after my current programme. I have been indifferent to the situation anyway because i know somehow; i would definitely have my hands full.
I have been a compliance officer in HACCP monitoring[Hazard Analysis and Critical Control Point] in a cocoa manufacturing company[SON,HALAL and KOSHER CERTIFIED] where i am a temp on national service.
I am responsible for authorisation and documentation, hygiene junction monitoring, food safety management system according to ISO 22000-2005[International Standards Organisation], staff routine hygiene monitoring, inspection of facilities and other quality control operations. Cocoa is a raw material that is processed into cocoa butter, cocoa liquor and cocoa powder for export.
As at yesterday, i was sorely depressed and wondering when God would open the next chapter of my life’s page because He scheduled each day of my life before I began to breathe and each day is recorded in His book. In fact, i was almost saying ‘Olorun Why me oo’. I needed a break from that bout of depression and till i went to bed last nite but you know, weeping may endure for the night but joy comes in the morning. When the Lord turned the captivity of zion they were like them that dream, then was there mouth filled with laughter……..
Apart from hearing the message of love and redemption in church, i got good news at home. Now the whole of my folks are so glad. Mr Banji is particularly happy because his fears have been allayed. No, i won’t become a jobless idiot after all. He has been particularly trying to make me go abroad most likely on vacation just to avoid being jobless. In the past few weeks, he has gone round to see how i could travel and has been giving me feedbacks but somehow deep down, i don’t dig it just yet.
My mama said ‘go and marry’ as if they sell husbands in candy shops. She has even started dreaming dreams and seeing visions. I don’t know why but my mama has been troubling me to bring a husband home. Really i don’t know the reason for the hurry. In my own time, when i am mentally, psychologically and intellectually prepared for it. My papa always told me not to copy other people because we all have different timings and destinies. She told me she got married at twenty five and it was seen as a late marriage then. Now, that was in their own stone age [or maybe the days of Elijah] when you could close your eyes and pick a husband without much ado and live happily ever after so far they have no history of madness in their lineage. But things are different now; several factors come into play here; job stability and adequate preparation.
Now, it is more than evident that my days as a temp are numbered and a new chapter about to be opened. Am glad for all I’ve learnt and the wonderful people i have met while on assignment. I have had a whole lot experience in Environmental Biology, now, it is time to fulfil destiny, to go in search of my dreams. The grass is actually greener where you water it according to a blogger.
Wow! Asiwaju on teevee with his beautiful wife who has my kind of stature. I love that woman. I wish i’ll remain like that after having kids. Asiwaju at 60 showing on NTA. So sorry for the digression. I can’t help sneaking a peek at the tv everynow and then but can’t watch because am blogging.
Now, i would be an ingrate if i fail to acknowledge some special friends who have made an impact in my life in this short period. My friend, tynukehfavored badmus encouraged me to find out about blogging, she gave me the phone number of a publisher for my manuscript[yet to be out]and she made this possible, me blogging eventually. We rub minds and share ideas and she’s very supportive of what i do. She is one of my consistent readers and she publicizes me on the internet. She is a biochemist, an analyst and an alumni of UNAAB.
With tynukehfavored badmus
Orisunayomide fagbenle, beautiful, attractive, focused and career minded. she has some of my attributes which am proud of. She will never stop at something, she is constantly aiming higher. I admire her courage and tenacity at her age. She said she read one of my posts[lessons my father taught me] with tears rolling down her face. She has encouraged me so much on BBM. She is a biologist like me yet she‘s attending trainings for CCNA[Cisco Certified Networking Associate]. The sky is not the limit. nice meeting you.
with orisun fagbenle
My blunt friend, Busari Yetunde Saudat, she has been a great help at CDS trying to help me clear when i miss it. She actually told and encouraged me about CIPMN[ Chartered Institute of Personnel Management of Nigeria]. She made sure i put in for it and now, we are going to write the next diet together. She already works in HR/ADMIN in my office. Yes, she greatly commands respect and a no nonsense person.
Towobola Tobiloba Rasheed, he is in production dept, studied chemical engineering from UNILAG. We get to meet in beans store, powder plant and Mr Odofin’s office to rub mind on issues. Hibernation that is what we call it. He is a loyal friend anytime, any day. Tobiloba would always watch your back, try to please you and stay loyal.
My very good friends who left earlier, Durotoye Oluwakoyejo, Food Technologist,[now in the US], Fajimi Akinniyi, Microbiologist, [finished from OAU and BEDFORDSHIRE,UK], Oginni Oladipupo Charles,Food Technologist, now a Masters student in UNAAB. I love you guys. They made a great company. I still miss them.
Asa Oluwakayode[Mr] has been a great fan of my page. He and his wife are greatly appreciated. An alumnus of Ladoke Akintola University of Technology. An electrical engineer based in Abuja, Nigeria. The first time i met him at Ilorin, Nigeria, he bought me a malt.
Engineer and Mrs Asa
Now to the one who is the closest of them all, Lasisi Abiola, LAUTECH Class of 2007 Chemical Engineering graduate. I am proud of him anyday, anytime. He is very caring and a gentleman. Well, he has made a lot of sacrifices for my sake, leave without pay, risks of travelling now and then. Just the other day, i was broke and couldn’t even go out. He pinged me, i told him. Even though he was sick, he went out to send me cash. He told me to go get good food to eat that he went out because of me. I was telling my friend, Tobby Towobola about it and he said ‘that guy really cares about you’. He is my number one fan and he cares about my writing. He is a darling.
I am grateful to God and my parents for this great opportunity. Because He lives, i can face tomorrow. All fears are gone because he holds my future. Life is worth living because He lives.
Happy Easter Sunday
Olasiyan Olanike Yetunde
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I just woke up from slumber after a plate of pounded yam with goat meat and malt. I am typing this piece on my laptop in the dining room with a cup of chilled water by my side. I am tucked away […]
I just woke up from slumber after a plate of pounded yam with goat meat and malt. I am typing this piece on my laptop in the dining room with a cup of chilled water by my side. I am tucked away somewhere located on the map of Nigeria doing what i love to do best. Now i must do the work (blogging) of He that sent me while it is day because the night cometh when no man can work.
I woke up very weak this morning and was not sure i could make it to church but thank God i did eventually because i heard the message of redemption. This was my first easter Sunday in church in a very long while. I actually saw Panam Percy Paul today in church. Gentle, goodlooking, unassuming talented gospel singer. How i love his songs so. They made my day while i was in the university. Yeah, my sister had the cassette (not CD). Talk about fulfilling destiny, this is one of such men.
I didn’t quite understand the reason for Easter but i got deep answers today. The message and purpose of this essay is not about Easter but about the love of God. The message of hope we have always heard but paid little attention to. Now more than ever, we must pay attention and listen carefully to the truths we have heard or we may drift away from them. For since the messages from angels have always proved to be true and people have always been punished from disobeying them, what makes us think that we can escape if we are indifferent to this great salvation announced by the Lord Jesus himself.[read on carefully, don’t be bored just yet]
Yes, because of God’s great kindness, Jesus tasted death for everyone in the entire world. We know what real love is from Christ’s example in dying for us. And so we also ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. Let us practise loving each other, for love comes from God and those who are loving and kind show that they are the children of God, and that they are getting to know him better. But if a person isn’t loving and kind, it shows that he doesn’t know God for God is love. Hatred stirs old quarrels but love overlooks insults.
If anyone says ‘i love God but keeps on hating his brother, he is a liar; for if he doesn’t love his brother who is right there in front of him, how can he love God who he has never seen? And God declares that Jesus is his son. If anyone doesn’t believe this, he is actually calling God a liar, because he hasn’t believed what God has said about His son.
For if there is no resurrection of the dead, then Christ must still be dead. And if he is still dead, then all their preaching is useless and our trust in God is empty, worthless, hopeless and all the apostles are liars because they have said that God raised Christ from the grave, and of course that isn’t true if the dead do not come back to life again. If they don’t, then Christ is still dead and you are very foolish to keep on trusting God to save you and you are still under condemnation for your sins; in that case, all Christians who have died are lost!
And if being a Christian is of value to us only now in this life, we are the most miserable of all creatures. But the fact is that Christ did actually rise from the dead and has become the first of millions who will come back to life again some day. Simple matter. That is the significance of easter and it is a message of love, of hope and of man’s redemption.
When my dad was driving me to church this morning, he said those who have not gone to church in a long time would attend church today. Me and my brother didn’t talk. Then he said ‘these people are still the same ones that will wear the egungun mask and celebrate the festival when it is time for egungun, they are the ones that are behind oro festival, they do everything together, they don’t belong to a place’. We both bursted into rancorous laughter.
Now there is a small village close to the estate where i live and at the close of work(since three weeks ago) everybody hurries home because of the oro festival. Now they just built a little building where they said it is the home of the devil. They put a small gate there, an abode for the devil. Truly, these are the same people you see in churches. Christ is our only hope of glory.
Happy easter Sunday
Olasiyan Olanike Yetunde
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LESSONS MY FATHER TAUGHT ME- MY DAD@60.
Love him or hate him, he still remains his humble self. Mr Banji does not mind whose ox is gored, he always love to express his mind. The lessons taught me by him are held close to my heart. I am so […]
Love him or hate him, he still remains his humble self. Mr Banji does not mind whose ox is gored, he always love to express his mind. The lessons taught me by him are held close to my heart. I am so glad to have been fathered by him. We fight very well, no doubt about that but he is always the first to make up with me. As he attained sixty years on the 1st February, 2012 I could not but wish him many more years on earth.
I have always been a special child to him right from birth. We share a strange bond or tie that i cannot really explain. I do not fail to catch his attention and there is nothing i ask that he does not give me (only if he doesn’t have). He supports every decision i make whether he likes it or not. He does the same for every one of us as a matter of fact. He has succeeded in playing his role well as a father to everyone.
I am the first child of my mother, three siblings after me (a girl and two boys). I came immediately after the death of my paternal grandmother which explains why i am Yetunde (do i really believe in that superstitious name?) i went to a good nursery and primary school along Queen Elizabeth road, opposite UCH, Ibadan. Just two weeks ago, we were out with my mum and we drove to that area. He stopped the car and they said to me ‘do you remember this road, this school? Then they pointed and said that’s your class down there, can you see it?’ I actually didn’t know they would remember where my class was. He started the car again and we moved on.
Only I have the key to his wardrobe back then when I was in primary school. He would give me the key and ask me to bring money for him. I know when he has money and when he is broke. When he is sick, i wait on him by his bedside. I went off to the boarding house after primary school and he would come to visit me from Lagos. They sent our househelp to bring me lunch every Saturday afternoon. So i got to eat my home made lunch every weekend till i left the school and proceeded to a college of science where i was a day student in SS1(that was 1998).
My father reads two newspapers a day right from when i was young till now. I used to watch him read and i developed a keen interest for newspapers too. So after he has finished with it, i pick it up and follow suit. I think i started this in primary 2 or 3. I remember one of the important stories i read then; how Ojukwu, the igbo warlord got married to Bianca Onoh when she was still a very young girl, how her father kicked against it. That should be around 1991(was I in primary 3 or4?).
My father buys all the textbooks (even unimportant ones like akewi n ke and taa l’odaran by bade ojuade) and the current version of oxford dictionary at that time. Yes, i remember Holy bookshop at beere. I won some awards in secondary school like the Tribune Young World award when i won their quiz competition in SS1, the OFN award in SS2 (Operation Feed the Nation) where i was told to open an account in UBA and some amount was paid. Then the CLO award in SS3 where i got the first prize, southwest zone. My dad took me to Allen Avenue in Lagos for the award. He went to find out the details from CLO office, Ibadan because i didn’t get a letter that was sent to my school.
After my secondary school, i could not pass JAMB at the first sitting then he registered me for a tutorial class in UI before the next sitting. Still i did not make it and he sat me down and gave me some lessons which i would share shortly. I was home for three years before i gained admission. They (my parents) went to the market to buy me stuffs in preparation for school. He told me he bought new tires for his car because of the long distance. He packed the foodstuff himself and gave me some money. He drove me to school the next day.
A particular day, they came to visit me in school and i was writing exams so they couldn’t see me. It was few days to my eighteenth birthday. I saw the things they brought for me and the money to buy things for my birthday celebration. I cried when i heard they came and left. End of semester, he came to pick me n my sister in school.
I could go on and on. What about times they sold their clothes so that we could eat. One incident i can’t forget is that of the toaster we used in making toast bread. I only noticed its disappearance after a long time. I asked my mum about it. She told me they sold it. They sold quite a lot of things while we were growing up so that we could survive.
Now, am grown and working fulltime yet he comes to pick me every Friday so that we go home together and brings me back on Monday morning straight to work. I got home yesterday and he came to my room to greet me and ask if i had eaten. He said i should go to the kitchen and find something to take. At times,when he is going out, he asks if he should get something for me.
I could go on on and on………………..
THE LESSONS HE TAUGHT ME
Ati okeere ni oloju jinjin ti n mu ekun sun
Ma wo ago alago sare (am so sorry i cant interpret these, i only understand, i hope one of my readers would kindly do so for me)
He told me never to be in a hurry to achieve anything in life so that the glory would be greater.
He taught me to always be contented with what i have.
Told me i can be whatever i want to be.
My dad once begged me to study medicine after the death of my doctor brother so that we can have a doctor and lawyer in the family( my last brother is a student of law). I didn’t say a word because medicine has never been my passion. I even hate the smell of hospital. Writing is the only thing i love to do, my favourable pastime. He didn’t pester me after that and he is glad with what i do.
I remember when in 2010, i won another essay competition organised by the Nigerian Deposit Insurance Corporation. The letter was sent by courier to his office. When he opened it and read it, he called me immediately and said ‘you are a good daughter, go to my room and take anything you want. I have provisions there……(you will get to read about the NDIC essay later in this blog)
How i wish i could find a Nigerian man who would love me like my father, who would reason with me on every occasion, easily make up with me first when we have quarrels, who would love me unconditionally and take me as i am. Maybe i am spoilt, just a little bit, maybe but who would overlook my offences and take it in his strides.
Now if my earthly father can be like this, what about our heavenly father who loves us all irrespective of race, tribe or religion. Who sends the rain on both the just and the wicked. Who sent his son to die for our sins. That is why the good book says ‘while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.’ And that is the reason for the season. Easter is all about the love of the father. The power of forgiveness, the power of unconditional love.
Who are we not to overlook another fellow’s shortcomings? Mere mortals who cannot forgive another mortal. This is a season to show and share love. For the father hath loved us and that is why we are called the sons and daughters of God. He saw us before we were born and scheduled each day of our lives before we began to breathe.
Love is very patient and kind, never jealous or envious, never boastful or proud, love never demands its own way, it is never irritable or touchy. It does not hold grudges and does not notice when others do it wrong. love goes on forever. Let love be your greatest aim. Jesus is no longer in the grave, he has risen, he has resurrected…….
Happy easter y’all
Olasiyan Olanike Yetunde
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