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This particular article sprung from the so many personal scenarios I've been in while existing on this earth as a fine girl.        What Does It Actually Mean To Be Broke ? I've come to learn that being broke doesn't necessarily mean poverty, but an absence of money which may be momentary or recurring. You use the phrase ‘I'm broke’ most of the time. Why don't you say ‘I'm poor’ instead? Now this may or may not be a fact so feel free to chirp in your corrections. Now to the scenarios (the major inspiration for this post)...  Fine girl fine girl, looking expensive from head to toe. M ore than once, I've had to stop pricing to save myself harassments from angry sellers who feel I'm just stingy and have money I'm hiding somewhere. Other times I've had to look forward and keep going cos I heard prices I knew deep down I couldn't afford and also the intensity of the catcalling from sellers and not wanting to put myself in embarrassing...

I've never been one to make quick decisions. Growing up, I never thought much about being an adult. I enjoyed where I was and how people around me took charge of my life and took care of me completely. My ‘inability’ to make quick decisions; big or small never occurred to me until some few years back. That is to say, I actually didn't think it was a problem. I saw this photo 👆 and it brought back the thought of a really significant and life-changing decision I made or didn't make. You'll find out ...    Right to choosing what to eat or drink, what to wear, whether to go out or not, whether I want/ed to change seats or not, I never really make an instant choice and stick to it. The only thing I have always been sure of is having ribbons on my hair no matter the hairstyle. Lol Now to the main purpose of this article.     L eaving secondary school was one of my sweetest experiences. I always wanted to be big enough to be in the university and wear fancy cl...

Inspired by all the wonderful women around me beginning from my mother.  It's been a rough cycle of years for us women. From being little girls; learning to take up roles of ‘assisting’ only and keeping our mouths shut ‘ girls don't shout like that’. Growing up in communities already deeply run by notions such as, ‘a woman cannot occupy spaces that require all her time because she has to make a home and care for her babies’. N ewly inspired by the awakening happening around the world. Women lending voices of hope, women leading packs, standing for what is right and never relenting.  Furthermore, inspired by my sisters, by the love we share and the beliefs we've grown to adopt. Also, by our father - Isaac Naze never allowing us suffer, never belittling our voices and always celebrating our wins with everything he has, and all the other men out there who truly love and support us. It's a new dawn for women. We're moving further and leaving the ...

 New blog post: teeny facts ‘or not’ about this writer. Heyyy, long time no see. How are you holding up? I have to say the cold in this place is turning me to a jelly in a jar. Okay, hollup, seems like I’m deviating. Lol, guess that’s one fact or not about me…I love to talk. Let’s move to the basics. Maybe you’re wondering why I had to do this. I know, it’s not like I’m one celebrity or something but I’m your favourite writer (yeah, I heard you say so). Who knows, I may be one in two years from now or less cos why do I have you? Push me push me so I can have lots of money for giveaways 🙃 My name is Naze Salome Sewuese. Other names are Kristin, and of course, baby 😅. I’m a female woman (have to be real specific there). I come from a family of seven. My dad is an auditor and my mum is a teacher and a caterer and they both run a poultry house. I’m the second out of five girls. There’s Tee, myself, Seember, Nguamo and Mimi. I have my primary and secondary certificates fro...

  D ear friends ,  this post is long overdue, I'm sorry.  We did this together. Yes, you and I. You who's always clicking my links, leaving comments, and giving private encouragements. I'll never have believed that I'll be doing a post about an award. Yes, I'm an extra person. I celebrate 2k alerts like I've won the lottery, my voice is extra high on the phone and in gatherings with people I know. Though I've never been shy on the outside but taking photos during events, knowing that people are staring and wondering what I'm doing is not an easy task. I've only kept on because everytime I post a new link, the views are higher than the previous ones. Thank you! Thank you to my mummy, my greatest support; always ready to hear how tired I am from my day. Though she never actually told me to begin a blog, her constant ‘ start something Sewuese, no matter how small’ led me to this place. To my daddy, for all the emergency data subscriptions, airtime and c...

“ E very journey, no matter how smooth or bumpy, must come to an end”.  Today, the 20th of October, AMCOMS set of 2019/2020 had their last examinations for the entire program cum their sign out activity. Congratulations to you all, I may have not been able to capture all of your memorable moments, but I hope going through these photos leave smiles on your faces. I wish you all favour in the labour market. Thank you for visiting, please leave a heart emoji in the comment section 😊

   I intended to publish this yesterday, the 1st of October, but I guess Nigeria's NEPA had other plans. The angle I intended to write from has completely changed.      So the ‘birthday boy’ refused to share goodies for his friends. The NEPA light situation yesterday could be likened to a mother inviting neighbors to her house on her son's birthday just to have them watch him eat his goodies and go back with empty hands.  Maybe you had light throughout yesterday, maybe most people did, but isn't 61 years as an independent country enough to have something as basic as general steady power supply to boast of? Let's leave stingy birthday boy alone and talk about his long years as a grown man.  I remember being a child and not knowing the overall situation of things in our dear country. Thinking back, there was a time when things used to be steady and good. My mum used to go to the market at the end of the month and come home with a carton or cartons filled...