Sharpening the Axe

 

Once upon a time...

A very strong woodcutter asked for a job in a timber market and he got it. The pay was really good and so was the work condition. For those reasons, the woodcutter was determined to do his best. His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area where he was required to work.

Lady versus Girl

A lady—

·         -Has charisma

·         -Doesn’t speak vulgar words 

Eyebrows??!!

Divas, please don't be caught committing this crime

LoL
See how to do it after the cut

Rock it gurl!

Tired of this signature hair do?--

Then try these fabulous ones after the jump

TO ALL AMAZING MOTHERS…

A good Mother is strong for her family

A good Mother is selfless 

Stress Less!

Specific stress effects include:

10 bad habits every diva should completely avoid in public:

This article is actually helpful to both men and women. However, since more is expected of us divas, we definitely need more of this: 

1. Biting/Chewing your nails

If you can’t help it, fix artificial nails using acrylic. I assure you’ll have no option but to abstain entirely. 

2. Vigorously scratching your hair in public

What is in the hair? Lice? C’mon, stop it already.

Maintaining Healthy Hair

Hello Divas,

Whiteroses welcomes you to this new issue… As she brings your way, valuable information on maintaining healthy hair.

Our hair is of great importance to us. It is our covering and “Crown of Glory” There is an onus on us to keep it healthy and neat at all times.

Our African hair is peculiar in nature. African hair is thicker, with tighter and smaller curls, and grows more slowly; contains less water, and breaks more easily than Caucasian and Asian hair. African hair comes in a variety of textures, ranging from kinky, coarse, to straight.

'Fabulousity' meets grace

I dropped to my knees.

It was the news I received that Yetunde had passed on. Shade said she was very ill for a while before her sudden demise. But how did this happen? We were out at a friend’s birthday party just a few days back.

Yetty was a lover of life. She had lots of friends, male and female and countless acquaintances as she was very pretty and sociable. She had the best of everything; clothes, shoes, bags, accessories, a house and two cars from her last “sugar daddy”, a Honda Element and the latest Honda Crosstour.

She had a sonorous voice too. She sang and danced at the Karaoke Bar she met her last “sugar daddy”

We both had “wonderful” times together: getting wasted at clubs and bars, parties, sleeping with men we fancied and ditching the ones we thought were “broke”

Hence, it was a rude shocker when I learnt she had passed on. It jolted me back to reality. Three words proceeded from my mouth almost immediately: “Just like that?” It took me sometime to absorb the fact that she no longer existed, at least, not on this same plane.

Another question inevitably followed: “Where has she gone?” Of course the question was rhetoric. I did not expect Shade, the bringer of the bad news, to have an answer to it. Shade had left almost as soon as came. She too was bereaved. Yetty was our friend. Shade’s friend actually. But we all became friends after our ordeal at the night club we first met; where we were almost beaten to death. It took God’s intervention that our lives were spared that day. Well, that’s story for another day.

The moments and hours that followed, I had to do some serious soul-searching. What if it was I? Would that be the end then? What would my existence have mattered? Of what use would I have been to those around me? And more importantly, where would my ultimate end be?

These and many more questions flooded my mind almost at the same time. Is this what it feels like for someone you know so well to no longer exist? Perhaps this was a warning to me. A checker maybe. I had to make my ways straight.  I had to amend my ways and align them with what the Holy Bible says. That was what the preacher said the other day. That death could come calling at any time and I would have to account of how I spent my life to The Creator who gave the life to me.

Yetty probably had no opportunity to right her wrongs. I do now. And I should take advantage of it…

FASHIONABLY RIGHT OR WRONG?

 Some ladies honestly pretend not to care about their physical appearance.  They try to convince themselves with the idea that their appearance has nothing to do with their personality, success, credibility, etc.

In this fallacious belief, they go about selling themselves off as “hookers”, “handy men”, “naïve-about-everything”, “incompetent”, etc.

Your physical appearance will almost always pass the first message about you to your clients, business associates, prospective employers, your fiance’s ex, his friends, or his parents!

You can’t wear, for instance, a mini-top and skirt, along with heavy make-up and long “witchy” finger nails to a job interview. You will only appear sloppy and unserious. In the mind of your prospective employer, it’ll translate to how reckless and careless you can be on the job. That in turn, translates to a “no-no” for your application 95% of the time—and this is fact!

Or imagine wearing these to visit your prospective parents-in-law for the first time. Except you and the man elope, I have little doubts that his parents will allow you marry him.

Dress for success. Dress to soothe the occasion!

It doesn’t necessarily imply spending lots of money on clothes, shoes and accessories. Only harness your inherent art of fashion. Combine clothes. It can be fun you know. Carefully plan it ahead of time so as not to get stuck in the rut of finding what to wear on the morning of an important event. I wish you all the best! :)
photo credit: Onyinyechi Ananaba facebook