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Tare sat up with her heart beating in her chest. She held her head in her hands. It was a dream. A familiar dream that had crept up again. She looked at the clock in her hotel room and saw it was just fifteen minutes before 7am. Her day started early the previous day and she had a swell time meeting with friends that night. No wonder she crumbled on the bed and fell asleep the moment her body hit it. Rising from the bed, she hugged herself tight. The dream was troublesome. It brought back memories from the past. She sighed. Should she pray? Talk to someone about this recurring dream that never really went away? She seldom prayed and she felt like she could use some prayer now. Maybe she'd call one of her friends and open up. She shook her head. Bad idea! Her friends were not really given to prayer either. You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (yeah yeah) Michael Jackson's wanna be starting something lyrics jumped at her. &q

Yaaaay, its Good Friday!!! If you are of the Christian faith, you know how significant today is. Unfortunately, those of us in the US don't get today and Monday off work. * Sad Face* Anywho, I hope we all have a Happy Easter.  Today’s post…. ************************************************** The week was going by so fast. Pelumi thought. Her first days at Ferguson and Fletcher had gone on pretty well. She was so thankful that she didn't need to worry about bringing lunch to work. The cafeteria was the bomb! The food was also free. She couldn't believe it. She saw the way some people heaped food on their plates.  "Hi, can I sit with you guys?" Pelumi and her colleagues turned to look at the lady who wanted to sit at their table. I'm Enitan. Enitan Howell. Howell? The name rang a bell. "Sorry, did you have family members who went to Federal Government Girls College Asaba?" Pelumi asked Enitan who had just go

Sorry, This is not me posting Pelumi's Memoirs. I'm also not here to talk about Nollywood or the happenings around it. I want you to answer the question, "who or what defines you"? Let's take a step back and see what the Bible says in Psalm 82 verse 6. The psalmist says here, "I have said you are gods and all of you are children of the Most High God".  We see two things here: 1. You are a god 2. You are a child of the Most High God Let's move forward with our discussion. We'll revisit this later. Society has many labels. Tons and tons of labels by which people and circumstances are labeled. We can start listing them, but I guess you already know them. In fact, well meaning people unconsciously have these labels as well by which they label people. Society has a mold and sometimes, you just don't fit in that mold. What happens next is you begin to feel excluded. You begin to feel like an outsider. Something als

Dear Readers, I appreciate your kind words, the comments, the questions..... @Ms O, when I got your WhatsApp chat today, I thought oh boy, I'm in trouble for not posting early this week. Here we go with Chapter 5......... :-) **************************************** Pelumi walked into the lobby area at Ferguson and Fletcher. She didn't see the plump woman from the day of the interview who had been looking at her like she was less than. "I'm Pelumi Iruka Jacobs. I am a new employee and today is my first day here." The receptionist looked at her briefly. "May I please have your ID?" ID kwa? Pelumi reached into her hand bag and handed her ID. She had gotten an email with the list of documents required for her first day. She was dressed to impress in a Cece and Barnes green dress that stopped at her knees. Her aunt Kema had given her a pair of patent black Marc Fisher heels some time ago. She was wearing the hell out of it at the mome