Want to buy a BBz10, then you should read this!!!! Notable annoying differences between the BBZ10 and other blackberry models

 

I did not study computer science in school neither am I technologically savvy. I am just an average phone user who expects to get the best from her gadgets. I barely read phone manuals as I love to learn by doing, but of course, I do refer to the manual when I get stuck...especially with apple products....oh how I love my apple products....but erm erm....ok.

A friend of mine recently complained that Nigerian ladies seem to have turned blackberry phones into a fashion statement. I am not sure whether to agree with her or not, but if truth be told, an average, upstanding middle class lady in Nigeria desires to own the latest phone in town, once the bridge of affordability has been crossed.  I am not sure if everyone agrees with me, but I think we need a little bit of excitement in our lives. I personally love looking forward to events or any activity out of the ordinary. Who would blame me, imagine spending hours in traffic gridlocks with nothing but your own thoughts flowing through your mind. So maybe we just love the thrill of having something new and different...I mean we only get about a few of that in life anyways as other people and things in our lives are somewhat permanent.

Enough of the digressions - please see the annoying differences that I have noted. 

When there is a change.....

I think we are generally wired to resist any form of change in our daily life's. ordinarily, doing the same thing for a long period of time can be very tiring but you really do not know how much you are embedded in those things until something happens to take you from the status quo.





I complain about not having enough time for myself, lack of adequate sleep, having my little girl ask too many questions, etc Maybe God heard my complains and decided to teach me a lesson. Recently I was opportune to attend a four day conference in calabar. Ordinarily, when I am going for any trip, I drag my daughter along since her dad has decided he isn't for nose-poking into the ways other people live their life's. Luckily we are getting around that. Anyways, right from when I was supposed to pack my bags for the trip, I started to miss my family.

Then it was time to say the goodbye for four nights. How do you tell a 3 year old that you are travelling for a few days....I tried and said...hey dear, mama is going to calabar this evening. You can imagine the shock of my life when my daughter replied, I don't want to go to school, I want to go to calabar. I was like, will you stay with your daddy and she goes, I want to go to calabar. Then the guilt trip started, I started wondering why I was going for the conference - but shouldn't I be thrilled that i was having a break from my routine???? the trip already felt like an intrusion into my everyday life.

Living in Lagos

I woke up at about 5am…hmmmm was it really 5am, I think I snoozed my alarm twice before I could struggle with disengaging  from the safe and warm embrace of hubby and the duvet. Seriously, why do I have to get up at 5am anyways…my workplace is only about 45minutes away. If only I wasn’t living in Lagos. Okies, I started the ritual of getting ready for work.  Luckily, I set out everything I needed the night before.  Everything apart from my handbag…on this occasion, I wasn’t interested in any of my other handbags. Why do we even bother to buy so many considering the stress of changing from one to the other….this is for my friends that think I am a shopaholic…now I just get to admire the bags that I like and move on.  Its official!!! I cannot own/buy them all. It seems once you have paid for the bag and taken it home, the beauty that attracted you to it in the first instance fades away….#phew#