Opposites Attract

I say there are opposites and then there are OPPOSITES.

I'll share an example.

Yesterday I had lunch with a former co-worker from my old job. I hadn't spoken to her for almost 2months, but the last time we spoke she mentioned that she had broken up with her boyfriend. Yesterday, as we had lunch she told me she was back with her ex.

I raised an eyebrow when I heard this because the reasons for their breakup had been pretty strong. Basically, he cheated on her and so she cheated on him and then both of them "separated" for a bit. While they were separated this boyfriend literally broke into her apartment to chase off a guy she was with. That was just one of the stories around the breakup.

They had some serious drama so when I heard they were back together, I guess my facial expression showed my astonishment at the news. She gave me this "apologetic" smile and said, "I love him."

I may actually have to write a separate post just to cover why "love" is really not enough for a relationship to survive--in my opinion.

Anyway, she kept talking about him and inevitably her conversation turned to the time honored female past time of complaining about the "significant other" in your life. This ex boyfriend of hers is one of those "militant" black men. You know, the type that believes Louis Farrakhan is a prophet and that Jews and white people are out to take over the world and destroy all black people. The "extremist" black man that blames all his problems on white people. She started complaining about his latest phase which involves him visiting Israeli news websites to show the various ways in which Israel is "oppressing" Arabs in the middle east. Yet, she is definitely not like that. At work, her closest friend was a white Jewish woman.

Is that the kind of "opposite" that should attract? A racist and a non-racist? (after all the boyfriend is a racist, isn't he?).

When I pointed out that the two of them have some major differences of opinion her response was, "Well, I guess opposites attract."

This is complete bullsh*t. Life is not a movie/TV show/music video/book where opposites attract and live happily ever after. There are opposites and then there are OPPOSITES. Her relationship falls into the latter category.

When I say OPPOSITES I am referring to big issues. The two of you can probably live happily ever after if you like country music and he likes hip-hop. Your relationship will probably survive if one of you enjoys reading fiction and the other enjoys non-fiction. However, there are certain things that two people should not be "opposite" about.

I have been in the "opposites attract" situation before and those relationships never last. In the beginning the differences were cute and funny, but as time went by one or both of us would begin to pressure the other person to change and in the end things stalled.

You know why Yin and Yang works? Because the two pieces that come together are fundamentally the same shape. Think about it.

I tried to point out some of this yesterday at lunch, but in the end she is a grown woman and will do what she wants. You can sugarcoat the truth all you want, but show me a long term "opposites attract" relationship and I'm sure if we delve deeper we will find the differences are superficial.

By the way, I finally uploaded a chapter of Lagos School Daze (the book) which you can read by going to that section of the blog. My fiction writing skills are a little rusty so excusez moi. 

Ahh Parents

I am really tired. I should have written this earlier this week, but I was/am REALLY tired.

On Monday as I drove myself to work, with my dad in the car, he mentioned that he saw that I had received my license in the mail. The reason he knew this was because somebody had opened my letter from the DMV and then after reading it, I suppose, the person tossed the letter on the couch where I nearly missed it when I got back from work.

As much as it pains me when people open my mail, I have come to accept that for as long as I remain at home this is a risk I have to take. Sometimes people simply do not read the names on envelopes and end up opening letters that are not addressed to them (at least this is the reason I have been given when I asked WHY my letters have been opened).

So, when my dad mentioned that he saw that I had received my license, instead of anger I simply sighed and said in a low voice that the mail opening is yet another reason why its time for me to move out.

His response was, "Is that the only reason?". I said, "No, its just that we all don't think the same way about certain things and its best that I move out". I thought that was a pretty straightforward response, but my dad continued..."The question now is, are you still planning to continue in a non-science career?".

Stop the press!

WHAT has my career decision got to do with the fact that I am irritated that somebody opens my mail and that is one more reason why I have to leave?! Clearly my dad was having a completely separate conversation from the one I was having. So I, calmly, said "Yes."

Then he launched into a "talk" which I will summarize along with the thoughts that went through my mind as he brought up each point:
  • You need to go into a career where blacks are in the minority. In science there is a scarcity of black people so you should stay there. (This made no sense to me. Blacks are the minority in every career field that does not involve prison stays, blacks are in the minority--period).
  • This country is a racist country, they won't let you get ahead. (To me this completely contradicts the first point, if America is racist why on earth would I want to enter a field where I am in the minority? I am not saying racism doesn't exist but his mentality on race is similar to that of somebody who has never lived in this country. I think one day I will have to write a blog post solely about my dad and the many many MANY ways he absolutely refuses to acknowledge the fact that he is no longer in Nigeria.)
  • You have always been really good at Math and Science, why would you want to do something else? (Clearly, math has NOTHING to do with business and once you learn science you can never ever be good at anything else or apply those skills elsewhere. I'm being sarcastic here).
  • Medical school is a great option because of the job security. (No arguments with that statement, but, I don't WANT to be a doctor.)
  • You don't have to go to medical school to work in science, you can do something else. (Like what? Research is boring, teaching is completely out of the question and I don't really see what other options there are that would interest me as much as my current plan.)
That last part really confused me and I had to say something. So, I said,
If the two of you (my parents) really want a doctor in the family, you have two options. First, The Duchess (my younger sister) really wants to go to medical school and the two of you should probably focus on paying for her college and then medical school. Or, one of you can attend medical school and that will solve the problem. Either way, I am not the one who is going to be helping you with that.
He had no response to that.

I really don't want to resort to cliches but this one is so true--its my life. I know that they have helped raise me but for the love of God Almighty they really need to BACK OFF.

I KNOW they cannot "understand" me. I have had a very different life from what either of them had and it is these differences that are causing all this friction. Ironically they are mostly responsible for the differences, not me. When I say "different", I am not talking about the different time periods nor am I trying to insinuate that my experiences are better than theirs.

For example, my mother. When she was my age, she worked full time, lived in a city far from her parents, and her mother (my grandmother) did not go to college and so there was no "argument" surrounding career choices or decisions. She never lived at home past college and so never had to deal with any of the tension that arises when people with differing opinions on many things (like mail opening) live in the same house. Her mother did not argue with her when she made the decision to study something other than medicine, and in the end my mother was able to make her own decisions.

On the other hand, I work full time, live at home with my parents, and my mother is an attorney who has no problems whatsoever with sharing her opinion on what I should and should not do.

If I had done something in the past to warrant this lack of faith that my parents have in my decision making ability, I would completely understand. If I had gotten knocked up in high school or college, if I had failed throughout school, if I was currently relying on both of them for money, if I was/had been a drug addict, if I was careless with money, etc, if I had done something to explain why they cannot just let me be, I would completely understand their attitudes towards this.

However, I have come to the conclusion that the crime I am responsible for is being the first daughter of Nigerian parents--and its not as if I can change that!

Its f*cking irritating.

I genuinely feel that there is something about being the oldest child that almost guarantees you won't get along with your parents. If you are not the oldest in your family I am not sure you will understand what I mean. I think its the over-zealous parenting of firstborns that is responsible for the distance between oldest children and their parents. We end up getting more attention from our parents and the result is that firstborns end up living under a never ending, highly critical, constantly pushy microscope--until they "escape". Personally I don't know many firstborns that are as close to their parents as their younger siblings. Do you?

Ironically, I have seen quite a few studies that have reached the conclusion that firstborn children are more likely to succeed because of all the pressure and attention they get from their parents. Apparently oldest children score better on standardized test scores, have higher IQs, are more likely to go to college, have higher incomes later in life, are more likely to be CEOs, are more likely to strive for more, and they're less likely to engage in risky behavior.

Great. The odds are in my favor. Now can somebody let my parents know that I appreciate all their hard work and they have done enough for me that they can relax a bit?! Sheesh.

I have quite given up on trying to help the both of them see my point of view. I really wish it was easier for us to get along but in the end, we will all be just fine and I will soon move out, hopefully.

For A Real Housewife Of DC

I kept up with this first season of the Real Housewives of DC--mostly to learn what the deal is/was with the Salahis aka the White House Party crashers. Unsurprisingly, Nigerians managed to play a role in this show, and honestly I am not surprised. The DMV area (DC, Maryland, Virginia) to me is simply Nigeria-Phase 3. In case you are wondering, the UK is Nigeria-Phase 1, and the Tri-state area is Nigeria-Phase 2.

As I watched the show, I learned that Stacie Turner (the black one) was searching for her biological father.

Apparently she was able to track down her birth mother (who is white) and learned that her father was a Nigerian who came to the US as part of some teaching exchange or something.

Stacie's biological mother kept Stacie's birth a secret because...gasp...she slept with a black man!


Stacie's mother refused to tell Stacie anything about her biological father except that he was Nigerian. Stacie's mother has also never told her family or the biological dad about Stacie's birth, she simply gave her baby up for adoption.

So Stacie began to search for her father.

When the season began, Stacie had only been able to learn that her father is apparently from Owerri, Imo State in Nigeria.

However, I was watching the reunion show this week and it turns out Stacie has found her "father"! Yes indeed. Stacie had a talk with someone from the Nigerian embassy who promised to help her. They actually showed a clip of the conversation between Stacie and the woman from the Nigerian embassy and there was something that Embassy Lady said which struck me as extremely stupid.

Stacie: We found out he is from Owerri in Imo State.
Embassy Lady: Oh that is where I am from. Its the capital of my state.
Stacie: Oh really? Wow.
Embassy Lady: Yes. You are Igbo...Igbo men don't abandon their children.

If you know who this Embassy Lady is, please tell her EDJ said she needs to stop spreading false information. Here we have Stacie--who is a "newly minted Nigerian"--previously unaware of any of the tribalistic bullsh*t that Nigerians indulge in and this Embassy Lady is already corrupting her with idealistic statements about Igbos. Tufiakwa. Besides, that line is a blatant lie. I am sure we all know douchebag Nigerian dads (Igbo and otherwise).

Sha, Stacie is now planning a family vacation to Nigeria where she has been told that her marriage to her husband, Jason, is not recognized because they didn't do the traditional wedding. So, Stacie will visit her "father" and also pay for a traditional wedding. By the way her "father" has two wives in Nigeria so you can imagine his family is quite large.

When I found out that Stacie had found her "father" my first thought was that this was definitely a scam. I doubt the authenticity of this "father" of hers and unless Stacie has done a DNA test, I don't see why she should be taking her whole family on what could possibly be a very bad idea. Then this whole nonsense about traditional wedding, seriously? How much do y'all want to bet that the minute her "father" found out about her "dollars" he began to plan the best way to make her spend money?

If you are in Nigeria reading this, I need you to do something for me. I need you to camp at the international airport in Lagos and once you see Stacie with her two children and unfortunate husband, I need you to convince them to get on the next flight back to Washington, DC.

I like Stacie. She seems like a very level headed person, but I am not sure if she is being completely logical about this. Has she not heard about numerous 419 scams involving African Americans who are trying to find their "roots" and only end up getting swindled?

I'm just saying to Stacie, having been born in Nigeria and lived there I am very aware of the kinds of things that "our people" are capable of. I hope she knows what she is doing and she doesn't end up as another hapless American who got 419-ed by a Nigerian.

Cash or Credit?

This past weekend I tried my darndest to watch Wall Street 2 but it just wasn't working out. The movie struck me as being something you would watch if you had an interest in financial services and wanted to know what its like on "Wall Street". I put "Wall Street" in quotations marks because living in New York I know that the actual Wall Street is nothing more than a nondescript street with zero hints as to its illustrious ties to commerce. In fact this summer I saw plenty of tourists taking pictures in front of the subway for "Wall Street" but I tell you, if you come to New York expecting something spectacular you will be sorely disappointed. But, I digress.

I tried to watch this movie but a few things were hampering my ability to take any enjoyment in it.

First, like I said, I have no interest in working in financial services or on "Wall Street". I am actually dreading the finance class I have to take as part of my certificate program. Also, rehashing the recession in a movie guaranteed to make us hate financial services (even more) is not a good way for me to spend my time.

Second, Michael Douglas irritates me.

Third, having met quite a few "investment banker people" in their old age (thanks to my job), the movie's message of extravagance, high risk-high payout, addiction to a certain lifestyle, etc, was of no interest to me because it is not news.

Halfway through the movie (literally) I suddenly had a strong urge to complete my fall/winter 2010 shopping and abandoned the movie to visit my favorite online retailers. As I reached for my wallet and pulled out my debit card, I saw my credit card and remembered a scene from the movie.

Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas' character) was giving a speech to promote his book,"Greed Is Good" and in the scene he mentions that greed is what led people to buy homes they couldn't afford, refinance to take advantage of the equity in those homes, and then spend the equity on frivolous items like a 2nd home, re-modelling, plasma tvs, new cars they didn't need, etc.

Sleazy movie character or not, the guy does have a point.


Although the recession started in 2007, the day I will always remember is that fateful day in September when the stock market fell almost 800 points in one day. Mogaji and I were watching the reactions of pundits on CNN and it was as if the world was going to end that day. I had visions of people having to stand on food lines, just like you see in pictures of the Great Depression. I was shocked and concerned because it was my senior year of college and I knew I had to find a job a few months later.

But then the truth came out as to what caused the situation. When I say "came out" I mean that the general public--who had had no previous interest in financial services beyond investing in a 401k--finally learned what I am sure many "Wall Street" people had known for a while. Turns out a whole lot of people had mortgages they couldn't afford,banks had been trading these back and forth, and there was a whole lot of convoluted gibberish involved.

Either way we were all screwed. I was especially screwed because I was part of the unfortunate class of 2009.

The response I had to this was irritation. At first I blamed the government--especially Bush for his snake oil peddling in convincing people that buying a home was the "American Dream"; then I blamed the banks for giving mortgages to the hapless idiots who bought homes way out of their price ranges with vague repayment plans; then I began to blame the hapless idiots who had bought those homes in the first place.

I have no patience for credit. Truly. I pay my bills and I have ONE credit card because it is clear that to survive in America you need some sort of credit history (or billions of dollars in cash) and I understand that I have to "play the credit game" to get some things.

But...

Over the last year I have only used my credit card intermittently to make sure my card company doesn't get any stupid ideas about closing the account or hiking up my APR. I spend money, but I save money. I pay all my bills each month before I spend anything on myself and when I do spend on myself I am a bargain hunter to the nth degree. As such, I do not understand why some people could not RESTRAIN themselves from purchasing things on "credit" that they should have paid "cash" for.

I swear, since the recession I have a hint of conservatism in my blood. My first thought when I heard about all these foreclosures was, "maybe next time these people won't be that stupid".

Financial irresponsibility is one of the few things that really angers me. I am not talking about splurging on yourself every once in a while, I am talking about a steady stream of stupid purchases when you don't have money or you know the money could have been used for something more important.

Lets all just be careful with the way we spend money and use credit. Your credit card shouldn't replace cash and if you want to live like that then you better make sure you have a way to pay it back!


P.S: I finally passed my driving test. It'd be a great time to go car shopping except for the one tiny fact that I might buy a car and then find out I have to move in a few months. So, my license will just be chilling in my pocket for now. At least I passed.

Dear Franky--You & I Have Been Through A Lot.

My laptop had some sort of crisis last night and when I tried to start it up it basically told me that it could not find the Windows operating system installed on the laptop and I would have to insert the recovery disk and re-install windows.

So, I did and of course re-installing Windows means wiping your hard drive. I lost everything. My music (well most of it is on my mp3 player), documents, pictures, movies, ebooks, software, settings, my entire computer existence was wiped out yesterday.

My laptop and I have been through a lot. Honestly, the only reason I still keep it around is for sentimental reasons. It was my very first laptop and I've had it since 2006. Since then I have had to replace the screen, change the hard drive, fend off multiple virus attacks, re-install Windows a few times, and it keeps on going. That thing is a trooper. Mind you I was a broke college student when most of these things happened and I fixed all the issues myself because they happened after the warranty expired and I couldn't afford to take it to be repaired or to buy a new one.

I bought that laptop with the paycheck from my first summer job in the summer after freshman year. I was so happy that I was able to pay for it with my own money. I remember that I ordered it from Circuit City (which doesn't even exist anymore) and I made my parents drive to the Circuit City in the next town to help me pick it up because it couldn't be delivered to the one near us. When the screen cracked I ordered a replacement from eBay and replaced it myself, (I remember Mogaji helped me with changing the screen). When the original hard drive literally sputtered and died (it was only 60GB) I opened up the laptop and replaced it with a new 250GB drive. Whenever it got attacked by viruses (this hasn't happened for a while now) I would go through the process of running the virus scan, and then going into the registry to make sure nothing was left. I regedit-ed and msconfig-ed that laptop to the point where nobody else could use it but me. The laptop still has scars from the times when I opened it to fix something or when I dropped it. I lost one of the screws when I opened the laptop to replace the screen and that part of the top is still loose (that screw is probably somewhere in Mogaji's old dorm room). I have removed all the keyboard letters on the laptop to clean out the keyboard and I had a period when I thought I had lost it forever.

Franky is like my child which is why although everybody keeps telling me to get a new laptop, I haven't. Honestly, I don't want to go through the learning period that is inevitable with a new laptop. I understand how Franky works and I have become attached to him.


There is one strange thing Franky does that I have found interesting. First of all, Franky's batteries have been dead for over a year now. I haven't gotten around to getting them replaced so he cannot actually function as a portable laptop because he must always be plugged in somewhere. What I noticed about Franky (and this started last year) is that if you let my laptop go into Standby mode and then unplug it--even for a whole day--when you return to the laptop and plug it back in to restart it, your last screen pops up as if you never unplugged it in the first place! Franky does this without the battery plugged in! Its a little strange as I wonder how the laptop can basically remain in Standby mode and save that information with no battery and no power. But, thats Franky.

However, I have started considering new laptops because it is time to say goodbye. I have very stringent requirements for Franky 2.0 because I want one that will last me a while and I can grow old with. I'll still keep Franky around but it is time for a new laptop.

Oh and in case you were wondering, Franky is Japanese, he is a Toshiba.

Hopefully I am not the only one with an illogical attachment to an inanimate object.

I'll Make This Short

1) I am having a headache.

2) I started taking my classes so if you are wondering why I've been missing, now you know.

3) I need to organize a daily/weekly schedule and STICK to it. Seriously.

4) I have been "re-purposed" at work and now have less work, a day to work from home (Friday), as well as an assistant (of sorts). This is great news for me.

5) One of my classes involved me reading 50 pages of a story that basically followed these characters on a journey to find "happiness". It was poignant because their journey was pointless. They left a comfortable home and met various people in a bid to figure out what "happiness" is. The journey led them nowhere and their final realization was that there is no such thing as "happiness". The moral of the story--life is what you make of it. So avoid going on a long pointless journey only to discover that there is no answer to your question and you have to return to where you started. With that lesson learned, life is good.

That is all. Here is a little music to listen to.

I know he beat Rihanna, but I still like this song. Besides, she recovered didn't she? (Kidding! Domestic abuse is wrong!)