tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79370047543838077082024-03-14T05:30:30.609-04:00Lady Ngo's WorldMy thoughts, my experiences, my opinions...My StoryLadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.comBlogger593125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-46059590297196608362020-10-23T22:59:00.004-04:002020-10-23T22:59:46.546-04:00My heart is heavy<p><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="372" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/r9xI190FXSs" width="447" youtube-src-id="r9xI190FXSs"></iframe></div><p></p>LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-40461198281306855132020-01-07T09:46:00.000-05:002020-01-07T09:46:05.534-05:00Once upon a time in Dzorwulu <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Like many other Diasporans (am i really a Diasporan? Hmm, i don't think i've ever really considered myself that before but its 3/4 accurate lol), I spent the Christmas period in beautiful Accra, Ghana.<br />
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Let me start this post by saying, I have beef with all the very many Ghanaian people I know because how could Accra have been this sweet all this time and you lot were just keeping it to yourselves?!? Disrespectful!<br />
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Anyway, to say I had an amazing time is a complete understatement. I don't even know the words to truly do the trip justice. But i'll do my best.<br />
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Warning: its about to get real existential up in here.<br />
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My first desire to visit Ghana was back in 2009. I was supposed to do my study abroad in Accra the summer before graduation from undergrad. Literally, within hours of me getting my travel documents in order (the American ones at least) and putting down my deposit, I received the call saying my trip had been cancelled...<i>sorry</i>. I was beyond crushed.<br />
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Fast forward to March of this year when I made up my mind that I was going to Afrochella...and using that as my opportunity to make up for lost time in Ghana.<br />
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And make up for lost time I did!<br />
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Its funny though, I was so excited for this trip for so long and then December hit and *poof* all my excitement vanished. I kept up appearances because everyone else was excited for me. But idk, it was just weird. Even after I landed...I just felt weird. Like I didn't feel like I was on vacation. In my conscious mind, I knew i was on a different continent, in a "new" country...but somehow, I just felt like I was at home. And not in the cliche "year of return", "returning to the motherland and connecting with the ancestors" kinda way lol. Like at home as if this is where i am supposed to be...where i've always been. Who knows? Maybe my spirit <i>has</i> always been in Ghana. I can't deny that I have had an inexplicable draw to this place for many years. And being there just confirmed that I <i>should</i> be there. Even Naija doesn't call me like this.<br />
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Like i said, it was an existential kind of experience. I'm still trying to find the words to make it make sense in my mind.<br />
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I'll be back with a legit trip review. I just had to get this off of my chest first :)<br />
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-Lady Ngo don turn to AdwoaLadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-14093432446723898542019-10-09T09:52:00.002-04:002019-10-09T09:52:26.546-04:00Taking care of business in Phoenix<div dir="ltr">
I recently spent a week in Phoenix. I've been there once before as a child. Some of you may know when I was 8, I spent the summer going all over the US with my grandma. Phoenix was one of the many stops. This trip however was far more pleasant because the weather was actually decent lol. I was there on "business" so I wasn't able to really get out and explore but I of course have some tips...and pics:</div>
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1) Getting an Uber seemed impossible but was actually pretty easy. The airport website really goes out of their way to make it seem like you have to take a taxi but Uber/Lyft have their own designated pick up areas outside of the arrivals area.</div>
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2) Honestly, if you can, just drive. As i mentioned, I didn't really get to go around the city at all but it does not seem like a walkable/public transit type of place</div>
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3) The Grand Canyon is a good 3-4 hour drive from the airport...so again, rent a car!</div>
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4) Regardless of what brings you to Phoenix, try and take some time to enjoy and commune with nature. The Grand Canyon is of course a huge tourist attraction but there are plenty of other areas to explore like Sedona Red Rock Park.</div>
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5) If like me you're unable to explore nature, make sure to get a window seat on the plane because the view from above (and from the road) is amazing:</div>
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LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-47584942023565557602019-07-29T14:22:00.000-04:002019-07-29T14:22:09.636-04:00Ashamed to be a womanWhy do we make women feel ashamed for being women? Its a question that has been on my mind for the past few months now. Let me tell you why...<br />
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I went for a family event that included my parents, siblings, and my niece. My niece is a teenager so its no surprise that Aunt Flo has come to greet her. During this particular trip, she was extra moody and annoying if i can be honest (still love you Niecey-Pooh lol) and so i pulled her aside one day and told her to get her act together. She told me she was seeing her flow and was in a bad mood, in pain, etc. I told her, in the most caring way possible, that so was I and even though it sucks, its still no excuse to behave the way she was. Later on in the day, while we were all together, she put her big girls pants on and apologized to everyone for her crankiness and said her behavior was because she was on her period.<br />
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Now, I'm not a parent. And while I get that people get in their feels about those of us who are without offspring commenting on parenting, let me just say this: I thought that was a very mature and appropriate admission! I was proud of her for owning up to her behavior, and attempting to make amends. Her father on the other hand- he was not thrilled. He told her she shouldn't talk about that with people. That everybody doesn't need to know.<br />
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And I'm certain all women have gotten that messaging- either directly or indirectly. But the question is: why? Why can't she discuss these things? Especially when there is literally no one there except her family! Why is she made to feel ashamed of the fact that her body is going through a natural process that she will continue to go through for another 40+ years? A process that half the people at the table go through? I don't get it.<br />
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For the first time in my life, I was genuinely bothered by this.<br />
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<br />LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-38455351464608653472019-04-24T08:41:00.000-04:002019-04-24T08:41:15.941-04:00Unpopular opinion: I still want a discountSo there's been a few...memes, i guess you could say, floating around the internet lately around supporting small businesses the way we support big businesses. One particular post that caught my eye was this:<br />
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See, now I definitely believe in supporting your friends/family's entrepreneurial ventures. However, lets not be absurd. Of course i still want that friends and family discount...and it has little to do with actually being friends or family.<br />
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Why do you think couponing is darn near a competitive sport?<br />
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Why do stores have sales?<br />
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Why do people lose their sugar-honey-iced-tea on Black Friday?<br />
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Because we all want a deal!<br />
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Do you think if i could get all the things i want/need for cheap or even better, free.99, I wouldn't take advantage of that???<br />
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Not to mention, wth kind of t-shirt costs $30?!? That's probably my BIGGEST pet peeve. I get that when you are starting out, overhead costs can be challenging and your craft can be time consuming because you may not have the resources of a "big business" but yo...a big part of the reason people want discounts or services for free is because folks love to overcharge.<br />
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<br />LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-4556379725895329262019-04-11T00:30:00.000-04:002019-04-11T00:30:03.562-04:00Thankful on a ThursdaySometimes, you see things that just make you say <span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Thank You Father</i></b></span> for protecting me from I didn't need and what you didn't have for me. Even if you don't know it in the moment. Even if you question why things are happening when they're happening...God always has a plan.<br />
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Recently, I was contemplating a move. Deep down, I already knew it wasn't going to be a good look. But you know..the flesh is weak <strike>often</strike> sometimes and we just want what we want.<br />
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But when temptation's great, he'll provide an escape. And that's all I was getting was escape after escape lol. And then recently, I came across some information that literally made me stop and take a praise break because without God's grace I could've definitely gotten myself caught up in some mess.<br />
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<br />LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-3579380962221617312019-03-17T08:00:00.000-04:002019-03-20T16:23:31.576-04:00Everything She Touched, Turned to Gold<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBhJWoJFfXNXedT2jkiNrq2TgVBzyItJs6WB-yeb92SoDGwCE9MgoNm7SkI-Vhk8tx8omDZXIArwQbCv5Z4SH4SM_vMVNApm0k6TU1RLHFvc93WZF9syNUH4YeoXEaJKaa09qw8ZgcZsg/s1600/IMG-20151024-WA0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; clear: right; color: #0066cc; float: right; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBhJWoJFfXNXedT2jkiNrq2TgVBzyItJs6WB-yeb92SoDGwCE9MgoNm7SkI-Vhk8tx8omDZXIArwQbCv5Z4SH4SM_vMVNApm0k6TU1RLHFvc93WZF9syNUH4YeoXEaJKaa09qw8ZgcZsg/s320/IMG-20151024-WA0001.jpg" width="180" /></a>As some may know, my grandmother passed away a short while ago. Over the past few weeks, the family has been doing all the burial rites. I wasn't able to make it to Nigeria but my aunt and her church family hosted a celebration of life/service of songs here in the states before they traveled. So I was able to pay my last respects.<br />
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If any of my old readers are still hanging around, then you already know a bit of my story. But for those of you who are new here or just passing through, I will elaborate on why this is so important.<br />
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For starters, Grandma was my last living biological grandparent (i have like 6 bonus grandparents- 4 of whom have already answered the call to glory, but all of whom I love as much as humanly possible). She also was the only biological grandparent I ever got the opportunity to meet. For that alone, I am forever grateful.<br />
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Ever since I was a little kid, I had this recurring dream about going to Lagos and meeting my grandparents. At the time I didn't know much about them and even less about Nigeria so the actual logistics of my dream are kinda hilarious in hindsight. But the more twists and turns life took, the more I just accepted that I'd go through life never knowing them.<br />
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Being around my family and being able to celebrate this woman's legacy was an amazing experience. All of the stories, testimonies, memories...that woman was truly a woman of God! While there is certainly a void left in all of our lives now that she's gone, we can all definitely take solace in knowing she is resting peacefully with our Heavenly Father.<br />
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So today, on what would have been her 81st birthday, I pay honor and tribute to a wonderful woman, who lived a inspiring life and who turned everything she touched to gold! Love you always Grandma.<br />
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I saw the above posted on facebook the other day and let me tell you...it is sooooooooo true. All your partner wants is for you to be an actual partner. A little bit of critical thinking goes a long way.<br />
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It IS exhausting to have to constantly tell someone over and over again the things that they really should know to do on their own. I believe a lot of <strike>men</strike> people would refer to this as nagging *insert eye roll here*<br />
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But contrary to popular belief, I doubt very highly that there are that many <strike>women</strike> people who enjoy having to "nag". I assure you, if you exercised some common sense and critical thinking skills, nagging would no longer be your portion!<br />
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Especially as it relates to domestic issues. Its not rocket science that when you are done with your dish, you should put it in the sink. Or that when the trash can is overflowing, you should probably take it out. Or that you should put your dirty clothes in the hamper instead of leaving them on the bathroom floor.<br />
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Even if you're willing to do these things when you're told, don't nobody got time to be teaching you how to adult properly!<br />
<br />LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-65233640918278613092019-02-14T12:15:00.003-05:002019-02-14T12:15:45.877-05:00Happy Valentine's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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width="479" />LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-7767203166603872392019-01-25T19:21:00.001-05:002019-01-25T19:21:14.781-05:00Unpopular Black Panther OpinionIn light of Black Panther's continued record breaking*, I thought i'd share a somewhat unpopular opinion that I've had of the film...<br />
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Killmonger was hella loud and hella wrong!<br />
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Obviously, Killmonger found himself growing up under a very unfortunate set of circumstances (mama in jail, daddy 'bout that life, finding said daddy murdered in seemingly cold blood) and so its no wonder really that he turned out the way he did. However, if he had taken that same energy into finding out what actually happened, perhaps things would have played out differently.<br />
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I'll admit, T'Chaka and Zuri were highkey trash for leaving Erik behind but let's be real...N'Jobu brought all of this on himself.<br />
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When T'Chaka showed up and told him to get his ish and go back to Wakanda to explain himself...he should have done just that. But no, instead he decided to go down in a blaze of glory by trying to kill Zuri. I 100% do not blame T'Chaka for reacting the way he did.<br />
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I mean, come on. N'Jobu is royalty. And Wakanda seems like a relatively reasonable place. If he had just packed his travelling bag, grabbed Erik and went to Wakanda to plead his case- I don't think it would have gone that badly**. Who knows. Maybe Wakanda would have opened their doors and shared their tech with the diaspora much sooner.<br />
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Not to mention that nobody in Wakanda (except Zuri, and eventually T'Challa) even knew Killmonger/N'Jadaka existed. Talk about misdirected aggression. Even without all the other intel, if he had come into Wakanda and not been a total douche, who knows how things could have gone.<br />
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Either way, while I don't agree with anything Killmonger did throughout the movie (aside from telling off the lady in the museum and delivering Klaue to W'Kabi), it's like B.J. Neblett said:<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #111111; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 23.94px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">We are the sum total of our experiences. Those experiences – be they </span>positive or negative<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #111111; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 23.94px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> – make us the person we are, at any given point in our lives. And, like a flowing river, those same experiences, and those yet to come, continue to influence and reshape the person we are, and the person we become.</span></b></span><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike></div>
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<i>*In case you hadn't heard, Black Panther has been nominated in a whooping 7 categories at the Oscars. </i><br />
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<i>**I am speaking solely of how Wakanda was portrayed in the film. I've never read a comic book outside of Garfield and Archie in my life so I may be wrong about how harshly N'Jobu may have been punished</i>LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-5273941987413694032019-01-14T14:13:00.002-05:002019-01-16T13:44:40.707-05:00For the love of moneyLast week sometime, news broke about Jeff Bezos' impending divorce from his wife of 20-something years due to infidelity (and whatever else they may or may not be telling us). The biggest buzz about this story is that they will be splitting their assets down the middle, thus making his soon to be ex, MacKenzie, one of if not thee wealthiest woman in the world.<br />
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<i>*If you don't know who Jeff Bezos is, he is the founder and CEO of Amazon. And yes, Mackenzie Bezos both started from the bottom with him AND was shooting with him in the gym!</i><br />
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What really bothered me about the situation was how it was reported by the folks i was listening to on the radio. Aside from the regular jokes and jabs, there was a legitimate thought uttered that because Jeff Bezos is worth so much money (over $135 billion), he should just be able to do whatever (i.e whomever) he wants without any complaints or issues.<br />
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That really bothered me.<br />
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Because you have certain amount of money in the bank, that means the rules don't and shouldn't apply to you? Really.<br />
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Now i'm not naive. I already know that this is pretty much how the world operates anyway. But still, to hear common broke @$$ mofos who will likely never seen even 100,000th of what this man is worth genuinely feel that way. Very disheartening.<br />
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And it make me think even further--<br />
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This is the type of mindset that gives rise to the R. Kelly's and the Harvey Weinstein's of the world. Because they have amassed such vast amounts of money, fame and acclaim, they are free to hurt whomever they want without fear of reproach. It's really sickening that people not only refuse to hold these type of people accountable but still support them and the delusion that money makes bad deeds ok.LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-24977366204746446042019-01-09T11:26:00.000-05:002019-01-09T11:29:10.976-05:002018...a look back2018 was a very interesting year. I took a lot of bold steps. Hit a couple of setbacks. But overall it was a great year. I cannot (and will not) complain!<br />
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<b><u>Milestones:</u></b><br />
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<li>Hitting my 1 year anniversary at my job</li>
<li>Renewing my lease for the first time (as an adult lol)</li>
<li>Buying my own car for the first time (at a darn good finance rate too)</li>
<li>Joining a small group (2 actually) at my church</li>
<li>Getting baptized at my church</li>
<li>Teaching for the first time</li>
<li>FINALLY getting to go on one of my Mom/Auntie's infamous Girls' Trips- even though it was my trip that they hijacked.</li>
<li>Seeing Black Panther...an accomplishment because I thought it was coming out in 2017 before so i had a whole extra year of anticipation</li>
<li>Got out of my house more, though not as much as people feel like I should.</li>
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<b><u>Travel:</u></b><br />
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<li>Savannah, GA</li>
<li>Toronto, ON, CA</li>
<li>Montgomery, AL</li>
<li>Wakanda</li>
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<u><b>Looks</b></u>:<br />
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2018 was a cute year, if I do say so myself!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shuri get-up. Or you can call it uli</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big hair, don't care</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Straight hair with a little flair</td></tr>
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Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Clearly they didn't read my <a href="http://ladyngo.blogspot.com/2018/07/the-me-that-i-cant-see.html" target="_blank">last post</a>!<br />
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Now it's been about a week or so since that conversation happened. But this whole "bad communicator" thing has really set down in my spirit. A bad communicator...moi? Couldn't be.<br />
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So I sat...and I thought back over my life and experiences and interactions. The conclusion I came to is that im not bad communicator. What I really am is impatient and intolerant lol. I don't have a problem communicating an issue or concern to you. What I do have a problem with, is when you don't take heed to what I am saying. If I tell you that X is an issue and you continue on acting as if you didn't hear me, then I'm not going to keep telling you the same thing over and over again. You're just going to catch this attitude or more likely, i'm just gonna go ghost.<br />
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Not very Christ-like, I know but i'm still a work in progress :)<br />
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<br />LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-7364020673968232892018-07-03T12:12:00.000-04:002018-07-03T12:12:34.326-04:00The "Me" That I Can't SeeA friend/former colleague of mine was participating in the "compliment challenge" on Facebook yesterday. Basically, you post a status and everyone who comments, you tell them something you like about them. So I gave it a whirl. And this is what she wrote:<br />
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To say i'm touched is an understatement. First of all, i've always thought of myself as a TERRIBLE public speaker. So you can imagine that i'm usually a nervous wreck each week as I teach my class lol. But the fact that this woman, someone whom I personally respect and admire, thinks my speaking skills are on point is genuinely amazing to me- mostly because I don't see it.<br />
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<a href="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/steven-universe/images/8/8d/Awww_Thanks!.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150728205704" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="800" src="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/steven-universe/images/8/8d/Awww_Thanks!.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150728205704" /></a>I had a similar experience with a current colleague of mine- another person who I GREATLY admire and respect. He is currently wrapping up his Doctoral program and so I came to him for advice as i'm starting to navigate my own feelings with starting an ED.D program. To make a long story short on that: i'm terrified lol. One day, he just sat down with me and told me flat out that i'm smarter and more capable than I give myself credit for and if anyone can do this, it is me. (then he vowed not to say anything else nice to me but that's neither here nor there)<br />
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The point is, we tend to be our own worst critic. And often times our critiques of ourselves not only are draining/depressing/overwhelming, they are often inaccurate and incomplete. It is when you let this flawed and incomplete self image take hold, that you hinder yourself from all the wonder and powerful things you are meant to do and to be in this life.<br />
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LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-63362504293698566162018-02-17T12:13:00.000-05:002018-02-17T13:41:48.537-05:00After a year and a half of waiting...I finally got to see Black Panther...and it was everything I needed and more!<br />
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You're GAH DAMN RIGHT!<br />
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It really was a great movie. The directing, the acting, the technology, everything about it was great. Not to mention the cast. A literal collection of ridiculously talented (Black) people from all over the world.<br />
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If you've not seen it, you need to! Certainly before you go see Infinity Wars.<br />
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<br />LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-3965321077731987002017-11-24T11:28:00.000-05:002017-11-24T11:28:52.328-05:00When the travel bug bites you...<i>Note: I actually wrote this post forever ago but so much time had passed, I just never finished it. But since our dear Sisi Yemmie is back in SA for BankyW and Adesua's wedding, I figured now would be just as good a time as any to go ahead and share it.</i><br />
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Have you all been following Sisi Yemmie's South African adventures?<br />
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Whomever is over their tourism department needs to be paying our dear Yemisi because she is certainly making me want to go to Sun City. Even went online to see how much a flight would be.<br />
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That is when I woke up from my dream lol. Those tickets were sky high AND the flight from here was ridiculously long with equally foolish layovers.<br />
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Back to the drawing board I guess.<br />
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If you haven't seen Sisi Yemmie's videos, you can check out her channel <a href="http://youtube.com/sisiyemmietv" target="_blank">here</a><br />
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<br />LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-35928010346585847052017-03-20T02:00:00.000-04:002017-03-20T02:00:09.175-04:00Love and other mushy stuffMy church's current worship series is about the Book of Jonah. The one we just came out of (that i missed 90% of cuz i was being wayward lol) was on Love (and relationships). So i finally decided to give in to this "Love Languages" thing. My results were both predictable yet surprising.<br />
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8- Quality Time<br />
8- Words of Affirmation<br />
5- Acts of Service<br />
5- Physical Touch<br />
4- Receiving Gifts<br />
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I'm surprised Quality Time was number 1 and definitely surprised that Physical Touch wasn't number 5 lol. TBH, i think Receiving Gifts was so low on the totem pole because I really do have something of a mental block about accepting gifts from people but I LOVE LOVE LOOOOOOOVE getting thoughtful notes/gifts/etc from people.<br />
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If i could re-order them myself, knowing the full description of each language, i would say they are :<br />
1) Words of Affirmation<br />
2) Receiving Gifts<br />
3) Acts of Service<br />
4) Quality Time<br />
5) Physical Touch<br />
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Have you found out what your (and your partner's) love languages are? You really should. It certainly helps put things in perspective.<br />
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Anywho, along those lines...I finally saw The Wedding Party. It was...good. Not as good as everyone was making it seem. But definitely shows that Nollywood has come leaps and bounds from yesteryear! There were so many other directions the movie could've gone and so many storylines that could've been flushed out but what can ya do? It definitely was predictable but still managed to keep me laughing (and screaming and sighing).<br />
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Have a good week everyone!LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-11236797545841460462017-01-30T01:00:00.000-05:002017-01-30T01:00:26.576-05:00He's Intentional...and so am IHola, mi gente! Ekele, ndi'm! Greetings, my people.<br />
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Seeing as its about to be February, it seems silly to say Happy New Year but Happy New Year all the same. Its only been a month into 2017 and already the year is dragging. Or is it because Chester Cheeto is my new "president" and seems hell bent on ruining the world. I don't know.</div>
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It turned out to be just another Thursday.<br />
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Got up, got myself together. Went to work. Ironically, we had our annual town hall meeting so that meant free breakfast:<br />
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and a 'holiday' token of appreciation:<br />
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I treated myself to California Pizza Kitchen for lunch since it was actually payday too. (what a birthday gift...to wake up to money in your bank account)<br />
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When i got back from lunch, i found my cubicle like this:<br />
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LOL.<br />
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I did make plans to go to the spa that weekend but that didn't come to fruition. I did however get pretty much all my Christmas shopping done that weekend so there's that.<br />
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Happy Holidays everyone.LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-29921522721638939152016-11-16T01:00:00.000-05:002016-11-16T09:10:24.529-05:00Shoot Your Shot<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Cuffing Season is well underway.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But if the season isn't going so well, not panning out the way you planned, or if you've hit a snafu...never fear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">November 18th is the official Shoot Your Shot Day. Your last ditch attempt at locking down a holiday season sweetie. (Or your chance to grow a pair and holla at that cutie you've been eyeing all this while)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So go ahead. Slide into some DMs....</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Send out those "hey stranger" texts. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">May the odds ever be in your favor!</span></div>
LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-47782641774475301172016-10-11T01:00:00.000-04:002016-10-11T01:00:39.843-04:00Beware of Open WindowsDuring the daylight hours, I leave my blinds open and let natural light shine through my apartment. Truth be told, i just prefer it to wasting electricity using lights when its not yet dark outside. Today was no different.<br />
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Out the window in my living room, I can see the patio of another apartment across the...idk, i'll call it a courtyard for simplicity sake.<br />
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I'm not 100% sure if anyone actually lives in that apartment unit. I never see anyone over there. And i never see the lights on in the living room. But recently, there's been a growing pile of junk on the patio.<br />
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I assumed maybe someone had moved out and the maintenance staff were doing a trash out and/or flipping the unit.<br />
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So imagine my surprise today when i'm sitting watching tv and i start seeing all these people climbing in and around the patio. There was one guy in particular that caught my eye. When everyone else had walked away, he hung around, looking very suspicious. Very shifty. <br />
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And then...it happened.<br />
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Homeboy whipped it out (and when i say out, it was ALL THE WAY out) and started peeing.<br />
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OMG!<br />
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My blinds are all the way open!<br />
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Can you not see me seeing you?<br />
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And i'm no expert in public male urination but why does your WHOLE d1ck need to be out to pee?<br />
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OMG<br />
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Just awful.<br />
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Word to the wise, if you must pee in public, beware of open windows. Unless of course you have no shame.<br />
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I would make a pervy comment about my observation but i'm a good girl so i'll keep it to myself.LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-84398270519781292772016-08-02T12:29:00.003-04:002016-08-02T12:29:34.281-04:00You know you're getting old......when you pass by any fast food place and silently tell YOURSELF: <i>There's rice at home!</i><br />
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<a href="https://www.buzzfeed.com/tolanishoneye/charts-everyone-with-african-parents-can-relate-to?utm_term=.oqpJ2Gq6K#.fu1V51b3A" target="_blank">photo source</a>LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-65667151814015171562016-06-20T01:00:00.000-04:002016-06-20T01:00:19.591-04:00Yo DaddyYesterday was Father's Day. Shoutout to all the fathers, yo!<br />
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And as it was father's day, lots of people were posting pics/selfies/tributes to their pappies.<br />
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I can't be the only one scrolling through my various social media accounts and having to resist the urge to ask:<br />
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"um...are your mama and your daddy still together? Cuz yo daddy fine as hayle!"<br />
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I refuse to believe i'm the only one thinkin this way.LadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937004754383807708.post-11798063237296314792016-05-22T01:00:00.000-04:002016-05-22T21:18:17.357-04:00Great PredictorI took one of those silly facebook quiz-type things and this was what i got:<br />
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I'll take it! lolLadyNgohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875332361921132497noreply@blogger.com5