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I know you have to make a buck but please don’t take me for a ride!

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I blistered the taxi drivers ears! Some Dubai taxi drivers like to rip off their passengers because they think that they are smart and that everyone who looks different is a tourist. I gained sufficient experience of their dodgy antics during my early months of living here and because the black community around my area is thin, there’s high tendency of people assuming that I’m a tourist.

My car was taken for service and I had to be somewhere in a hurry. I didn’t want to take the train and stop at all the stations and possibly get to my destination hot and late. I hate going late for appointments.

I also didn’t feel like joining the bus and having a leisure ride through town.

I knew where I was going and what it would cost me to get there give and take the traffic flow. I’ve been there, many times over.

So, I took a taxi and the driver decided to take me on an Israelites journey through the wilderness and he meandered through all the nooks and crannies and the longest route available in town so that his meter would run as high as possible.

I wasn’t in the mood for a scenic view of the town and had not made such a request – no thank you! My interest wasn’t in getting to know about the best Indian restaurant around or about the cheaper malls that are having sales.

Yes, I enjoy Bollywood movies now and again, but I didn’t want to talk about it with you. That I’m a black woman alone doesn’t mean that I’m out looking for a good time.

All I wanted was to compose my marketing thoughts together and to get to my appointment on time.

Maybe the fact that I told him to concentrate on his driving made him decide to run off with me :/

Now and again my charitable side overlooks a dirham here and there and I leave some change for them ‘cos I know that it’s a struggle for them as well, but what I can’t stand is the smart Alec nonsense some of them come up with and the sudden convenient pretense not to understand English well enough. That’s just annoying!

I blistered his ears and told him that next time he pulls such nonsensical stunt he just might meet the wrong passenger who would report him to RTA (Road Transport Authority).

I felt ripped off. Thankfully after a rigmarole that cost me almost double the normal fare, I got to my meeting early enough.

Jacqueline

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FRAUDULENCE AND ATTEMPT TO OBTAIN BY PRETENSE!

It always makes me chortle seriously when I receive such spam mail with all sorts of enticing figures and ridiculous promises from total strangers. They’ve simply chosen the wrong customer.

It actually makes me wonder who the fools and unfortunate souls who fall for these scams are? They are GREEDY people!

Why would anyone become the beneficiary of huge sums of money out of the blues, when it’s not the open national lottery?

It’s only greed that will make a human want to harvest where they never sowed. It’s only avarice that will make a fool fall for scams that are as old as time.

People should beware of such mail. Don’t click or ever respond to it. Send it forever to the trash and don’t let the creep out.

I receive several each week and overlook them, but it dawned on me that so many poor, unassuming humans have fallen into such pit of rattlesnakes.

Below is a copy and paste of one of such mail.

Please feel free to chuckle with me or reblog if need be.

Regards,

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Hello my dear,

This is to bring to your notice the resolution of our recently
concluded Joint Committee meeting with the United Nations Secretary
General (Ban Ki-moon) and the World Bank Group President ( Jim Yong
Kim) with Agenda focused on investigating the unnecessary delay of
international withheld payments which was previously approved.
The Joint Committee discovered with great dismay that
your name with this email address is on the list of beneficiaries
whose payment has not been paid and unnecessarily delayed by corrupt
officials of the Banks in Africa.

Following series of complain to the UN Secretary General (Ban Ki-moon
) over the discrepancies by Banks which has made it impossible for
people like you to claim their compensation / Inheritance funds, a
decision was reached by the Committee with the approval of the UN
Secretary General (Ban Ki-moon) under the authority of United States
to compel all Financial Institutions in Europe, Asia and Africa for urgent
release of all unpaid approved funds before the end of June 2016.

The Good news is that an irrevocable payment approval has been issued
by the World Bank group to release your part – payment through MONEY
GRAM payment Scheme. The federal ministry of finance accredited payment
coordinator (Mr.Tony Jiaja ) will send your daily payment of $5,000 USD
to your name until your total payment is completed so urgently contact
Mr.Tony Jiaja at (wsucenter1@yahoo.co.jp) with Mobile (+229 653 615 95)
and reconfirm your daily payment receiver’s details below.

(1) Receiver’s Name….
(2) Receiver’s Address ……..
(3) Telephone/ Cell# ……
(4) Test Question ……
(5) Test Answer ……..

We will monitor and ensure that legitimate process is followed to
ensure that you receive your fund without further delay. Contact Mr.
Tony Jiaja who is currently expecting your contact, He will assist you
in transferring your funds, so make sure you give him your profound
cooperation to avoid undue delays or further hitches.

Be advised you STOP all further communications with everyone regarding
this payment and keep this communication highly confidential to avoid
interception of information that might lead to double claim or loss of
any part of your approved daily payment as scheduled.

Yours Faithfully,
Mrs Juliana Edgar

 

So I earned 34 cents and more than a 1,000 posts!

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Should I rant? Shouldn’t I?

I had no idea that I had hit 1,000 posts on this blog which I started precisely eleven months ago. Actually, this will be my 1,022 (one thousand and twenty-second post).

For some reason, I kept plugging away without taking note of the numbers. I have been weaning myself from stats bingeing. Stats are important quite alright, but I don’t want it to rule my mind.

WordPress what gives with the lack of notification these days? :/

My thought is that 1,000 posts is a milestone in blog-land and would have loved to know for knowing sake.

Gosh, that alone tells me how much I have written in this space in such a space of time especially given the fact that 99.9% of my posts,  aren’t reblog and are written fresh off the printing mill in my head, except for photos which are also taken by me.

This girl’s got a lot to say. Oh well, let me say a belated YAY to me and NAY to WordPress!

Now, on to the matter that made me laugh out real loud.

I know some may wonder why I talk about money, so just in case you need to know, ‘money is the oil that runs the machinery of most of our basic needs in life and I, Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha, would like to earn some income from the hard work of my fingers.’

In February, I applied to have WordAds included on my site given that my site is a premium site and after their background check or whatever it is they do, it was approved and I promised to speak out on how it goes.

Interesting to know that for that month with 16,000 views, I had 3,449 impressions (whatever that means) and thus earned 34 CENTS. What a hoot!

Now, in all fairness to the man who told that he sucks some time ago, I understand better now why you were fixated with your stats.

I have no plans to get stuck in the bog of stats and peanuts, so there’s got to be better ways and it’s a nut that I must crack.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

Spiking Blood Pressure!

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I opened my overflowing mailbox and my blood pressure spikes in clicking anguish!

A mad woman in my head screams and runs off into the bushes to go and hide.

She just wants to ball herself in a fetal position and protect her head from the imagined boxes of thousands of mail being emptied on it!

Arrgh! I’ve got mail and I am swimming in it!

Be Wise, it’s possible that I’ve been foolish!…Streams of consciousness Saturday.

‘Be wise,’ this caution repeats in my head so many times in a day, sometimes as early as when I rise up in the morning, that I am beginning to question myself to find out where my foolishness lies and why the caution keeps popping into my head.

How I wish the repetitive caution ‘be wise,’ jangled hard with cymbals and SoCS badge 2015vuvuzela when I am about to help myself to a second slice of pie or cheesecake.

I have no problem with being wise after all, that’s what aging is meant to bring, even though I am beginning to question some older people’s sense of reasoning these days.

Some of them seem to have sold their sense for two cents that common sense is becoming less common in the quarters where you expect to see it.

Be wary of slick-tongued politicians. They make promises that they can’t keep. All their bluster is simply empty air. I guess a nation can’t live without leaders to direct their affairs, but the current state of affairs of my dear country Nigeria makes me wonder what those old men garbed as politicians are doing in there?

They are selling the nation short and robbing it blind. Could they just be honest for once in their lives?

I guess not. It’s simply not in their best interest to be pillars of honesty, otherwise, they can’t become thieves.

Besides Nigerian economic and political woes, these days, I have become more cautious with listening to news that simply raises my angst.

I have basically whittled it down to the barest minimum. I barely bother to listen to CNN anymore because all I get to hear is American political brouhaha and we have till November to suffer through such news, not that they used to show better things in the first place :/

Anyway, before I become dour and boring, let me heed to my inner voice of be wise and save myself some foolishness.

This weekend, I am going to be absolutely and decadently lazy. I am going to be doing some ‘me introspective time’ and generally chilling with my brood.

Life is certainly beautiful and as Linda’s prompt suggests, I am just going to ‘be’ing and not doing.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

When The Words Arrived Late…

I am quite sure that I am just one out of the billions of women who started a good argument thread with yours sincerely darling husband or partner, believing that you had all your words lined in a row, only to find yourself perplexed after a bit into the lopsided argument and at a loss for a good parting shot to drive home your thoughts.

Fast forward two days later, while on the hot stove turning the soup, a phrase just pops into your head and you think to yourself.

Ah Ha! That’s it! I should have said that line as my nailing shot.

That would surely make him realize how much thought I gave to the matter.

You traipse to the Living room to deliver your parting shot which is two days late and your husband who is flipping the sports channel thinks you are a lunatic, because for all intents and purpose, he has blissfully forgotten what it was you were talking about 🙂

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

The Daily Post prompt drawing a blank.

When was the last time your walked away from a discussion, only to think of The Perfect Comeback hours later? Recreate the scene for us, and use your winning line.

I have a little quirk, but so do you…

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It may not necessarily be peculiar to us, but those close to us identify us with these little quirks which can be sometimes amusing or annoying.

It may or not be found attractive by your close ones, but they live with it out of love for you 😉

Please, there is a huge difference between bad manners and quirkiness. They are not interchangeable.

Some people behave badly and bad manners is not cute, period! I just had a little rant post, about such here.

For instance back home, we have something they call ‘African time’ it totally gets on my nerves.

You invite people for a ‘do’ that is scheduled to start at 2pm and they turn at 5pm and it’s viewed as normal.

I respect people’s time, so, whenever we are invited out back home, I will want to go on time, but my husband, will drag his feet until two hours later before we leave and truth be told, he is usually right, because others start arriving at that time and we are not left coming too early and possibly catching the hostess still in her hair net and night gown.

Personally, I had a habit of eating out of my husbands plate and feeding him tidbits of the day’s events. I wonder why his food always looked tastier – meanwhile, I am the one that prepared it.

The poor guy was askance and it took a while for him to get used to my dipping into his plate.

Funny enough, I have let go of this habit, which I got to realize that I picked up from my mother who used to do exactly the same thing with my dad all through their lives together. I was becoming my mother.

I let it go because my husband tends to eat late and it wasn’t helping my weight matters, now, he is the one trying to coax me to join him – looking for a partner in crime of eating late, though on some days he succeeds in persuading me 😉

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

The Daily Post Quirk of habit.

Which quirky habit annoys you the most, and what quirky habit do you love — in yourself, or others.