Chiviva Mid-Season Open Door Sales
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Chiviva Hair,
Hair Sale,
Sponsored
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Calling on all hair lovers, Chiviva Hair is at it again!
Our mid season open door sales is here! And with after sales
maintenance too! |
| The lustrous Boom Curls |
Venue: Silver Bird Galleria (Ground floor)
Time: 10am
Be on time and get yourself the most stylish hair trend of the season.
See More Pictures after the cut...
Never Say Never, Really
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Parenting
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~ Edgar W. Howe
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| Photo Credit: Google |
While I was waiting my turn, I couldn't help but notice this woman struggling to get her 4-year-old son to sit still and just generally shut it. I know; I asked his age. The boy had thrown all sorts of tantrum including hurling himself on the floor; his mother just ignored him. As if that enraged him even more, he started insulting his mother. “Stupid Mummy, wicked mummy, coconut head...”. It went on and on! This well dressed woman, hair intact, nails neatly manicured, turned, looked at her offspring and said, “Junior*, behave yourself or I’m gonna smack you!”. The boy’s response? He literally flew from the floor and gave his mother a resounding slap on the cheek. If people ignored the tantrums initially, they all took notice after the slap. Everybody started talking at once. Me, I just quietly shook my head in disgust and continued fiddling with my phone. Mannerless child! Incompetent mother! Why women would not give their little kids basic home training was beyond me. I mean, how hard could it be getting a child to know who’s boss and who’s in charge? I would never be this mom. I don't see my child behaving like this. I had a plan in place!
A Sell-out, The Heart
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“When you
really care about someone, their mistakes never change how you feel about them.
It is the mind that gets angry; the heart still cares.” ~ Anonymous
I remember it like yesterday, the Friday before my bestie’s traditional
wedding far back in ‘06. It was the soon-to-be-hubby’s birthday. I had no idea
what caused the rift from the night before. Seemed like those days, every- and
anything was a bone of contention between us. I hadn't learnt to say “I’m
sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me” and he, he didn't even know what “I was
wrong” meant; never mind about “I am sorry”. That would be me asking for too
much really. Hot heads, both of us. Quite passionate about our own
opinions...and we guarded them jealously.
Whatever the bone of contention was from the night before must’ve been
really heavy though, cos we slept on the same darn bed {with the space in
between us as wide as that highway Moses constructed smack in the middle of
River Nile, atink}, woke and resumed scowling at each other. I was soooooo
angry I forgot refused to say Happy Birthday. Angrier when he left for
work without so much as asking how I was gonna get to the airport for my 11:50
to Owerri. Angriest because this would be our last time together until our own
traditional wedding barely two weeks later. Who gives his wife-to-be the silent
treatment in view of all these?
House-Help Chronicles ~ Here We Go Again!
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House-Help Chronicles
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“Follow your instincts. That’s where true wisdom
manifests itself” ~ Oprah Winfrey
Normally, I would feel my poor heart thumping away
in panic as soon as I hear “Mummy, I want to travel and see my people”. These
things can soooooo destabilize one, especially if your working hours ain’t
flexible. For some reason tho, her's just made me smile that quiet
I-was-not-born-yesterday type smile. This move I’ve sorta been expecting
because lately, she's been less that her usual cheerful self...and to be fair,
she hasn't been to see her people in the one year she has stayed with me. Maybe
a change of environ will do her...and ultimately me...a world of good.
The panic began to creep in ever so stealthily
when, after her approved week long holiday I was yet to see or hear from my
trusted help. Hunting and breaking in new domestic staff, especially house
helps is one chore I absolutely dread.
I sent out feelers to all and sundry. The search
was on! After I interviewed the first couple of helps sent my way, I began to
despair. The first could not string together a sentence in English to save her
life; the other was referred to me by my neighbour’s house help....story for
another day.
My joy when I got the BBM chat that said, “Olee gi? Found someone for you o. She took care of these
kids I know. She may sha want like 30k or so” was immeasurable. When I
called the someone found for me, I didn't even bother with interviewing her. I
went from "Hey, how are you?" to "Pack your things and start
coming to my house." What was I interviewing her for? My friend would
never steer me wrong. More so, I know this help’s sister and in my opinion,
Ghana house helps no too dey suffer from local weyrey like their Nigerian
counterparts.
I was beyond relieved when Naomi* {the help} called to say she was in my house. Thank God for friends that always look out for you! I got home that evening to finally meet the voice I've been speaking to on the phone. Matured, respectful, pleasant and playful with the kids, what more could a girl ask for? I mouthed a quick thanks heavenwards and subtly pulled my sister to the corner!
I Made Bank!
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I made bank...literally.
This time three years ago, the Hubs was asking where my faith
was. He couldn’t understand why i wasn't mostly thankful for safe delivery and for the birth of
a healthy baby. I was thankful for safe delivery, thankful for my ‘ada’ but i
need only to remember that i have been discharged since the 15th and that my really tiny,
tomato-red baby was still on admission and i’m bursting into fresh tears. I knew
yellow skin meant jaundice. Red skin was what floored me. When i heard lupus
erythematosus being bandied around by the doctors, i knew it was time to re-negotiate
with God.
The Hubs said she would pull through. Her attending doctor
said she was a fighter. Three years later, i believe them. Introducing ’Zitera Uloaku at 3. Industry name ~ Zizi Banks. I
told y’all i made bank. Haha.
Managing Sensitive Skin in Babies
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Guest Feature,
Health Living
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Does your baby have sensitive skin? From years of practice as a
pharmacist, I have come across a lot of mothers with babies that have sensitive
skin (as most babies seem to do these days) with little or no idea on how to
handle it.
Babies with sensitive skin tend to break out with rashes very often.
They also have dry, itchy skin and might seem to cry very often. Babies with
more severe forms of skin sensitivity might experience drying out, especially
around the joint areas. There are simple tips to help enhance your baby's
comfort, while you patiently wait for them to outgrow it, because they most
likely will.
Helpful tips?
Helpful tips?
♥ Avoid medicated powders. They are usually too harsh
for the skin. Powders generally can encourage drying out of the skin and
itching. Instead, use fragrance free products like fragrance free jellies,
wipes, etc. They are milder to the skin.
♥ Use mild soaps and moisturizers (eg Cetaphil, E45,
Oilatum, Aveeno, Sebamed). Shea butter is also great for sensitive skin.
♥ Try lactose-free formulas. Lactose can predispose
to sensitive skin.
♥ Check the labels of supplements and food they eat.
Some might contain potential allergens like oil from nuts. A good example is
Abidec, which contains arachis oil and might enhance sensitivity.
♥ Dress your baby in cotton clothes; they are usually
more comfortable in them.
♥ Watch your baby's bathing routine. Bath with warm
water. You could also add bath oils and apply moisturizers on damp skin to
enhance absorption. Try not to use these tube skin creams. They may appear to
get the job done but they merely suppress the rashes which will still show up
again. These creams contain steroids which aren't too advisable for children,
unless the use is being monitored by a health professional.
{Written by Chinekwu Oreh of Rafar Pharmacare LTD}
Of Disagreeable Decisions and Dire Consequences
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So I was going through work images on my lappy {I really should fix up and give her a name...} and came across these pictures my hubby took of me last weekend. And for the life of me, I could not fathom how come these pictures aren’t on my blog yet. I mean, the one picture I look like a human being should be #ontheblog the minute it passes muster, right? So my “enemies”...tihehe...go know say i don dey try!
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| Slit of Life!! |
To today’s post tho...Coming back to Lagos on Sunday, we had this taxi pick us up from the hotel to the airport. Now, why a hotel like the one we stayed in does not have its own airport shuttle arrangement is beyond me. Chic-from-Lasgidi like me, with hubby in tow, was now subjected to getting the piece of crap on wheels that we got. Now, if you had to ask if it had air-conditioning, then i might not have described this taxi very well. I couldn’t wait to get to the airport to weigh myself; pretty sure i was gonna be 2kg lighter on account of that sauna session from the hotel to the airport! Someone shoulda told us PH cab men didn’t joke with Sunday church service!
Anyways, there i was melting away in the backseat of this cab when i
sighted the airport toll gate. I’d never been happier to see one before. Really,
the powers that be should think of moving PH town closer to the airport! This
journey {took almost 30mins} from the pit was about to end. Anyways, i was
happy not just because of the heat. Nah. During the course of the drive, we
realized our cab man shoulda been one of those in church. Dunno if it was his
driving skills or his very reluctant-to-serve car or both but something needed
prayers! I mean, we nearly hit a stationary Prado jeep that was minding its
business by the side of the road. But i digress...
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