Borrowing Life Tips From The Keyword Mania.

It’s a keyword life we live in.

If that doesn’t resonate you’re probably not in the internet business. Fortunately, you are just like me. I am not in the internet business.Not technically. I am also not here to help you increase the efficiency of your ads. I will speak rather on life, people and what we can learn from two words that became one.


Ever noticed how something you say sets people off?

Come on, there has to be at least one instance in which you have let slip one word, or two, that set off flames. Maybe blood.


Every avid Google search user knows consciously or subconsciously, that key words used in search terms make a lot of difference in search results.

I want to propose a conscious way to get the results you want from people. With keywords. You see, the reverse of putting people off by mentioning particular words is actually valid. You can learn, then use those words to largely control others’ perception of you favorably; and their behaviour towards you too. It is basically telling people what they’ll like to hear but with a cleaner method. Here you wouldn’t be saying a bunch of things that might not have any effect or that will have fuzzy ones. The impact with keywords, are pretty direct and lasting.

The key to learning what words will turn the favor of people in your direction is a combination of observation, deduction and observation again. Not an easy mix I know, but, when you get in the habit of learning people’s keywords, It’ll become easier.

There is a catch however. You have to be alert and dynamic. The keyword list for people, though they largely remain within the same set in terms of context, grow. Keeping up with these will ideally keep you in tons of ‘good books’ forever.

We must be careful however of being carried away, or becoming monotonous in our attempts to use particular words. Though they might still have the desired effects, the chances of a desperation to achieve them being perceived is a real possibility.

It’s Really Happening!

I’m really going to be at the Grace Hopper Celebration of Women in computing!

Okay, a little History.

Many months ago, Dayo, a friend, shared a link on facebook for the application. A little research on GHC and I enthusiastically  applied. Now, this application was for an all-expense-paid grant to attend the conference as I knew there weren’t many possibilities of my affording to go.

Boom! On June 27th I got an acceptance email. (Funny how some years ago, It would have been I got an acceptance letter!) That was the beginning.

I have never travelled out of Nigeria before so I began the process of securing a passport and a Visa.It was not the smoothest of all things to do, (I even mentally have a whole blog post lined up about my getting-an-American-Visa Experience) but eventually, I had both.

Now, it is exactly 9 days, 16 hours and 20 minutes to the conference and I can’t keep still. I am making notes about sessions and keynotes to prioritize and people/companies to meet. I am particularly interested in Data Science and Artificial Intelligence and plan to shape my experience around those areas. Software engineering is also welcome as well, of course.

I’m also a little nervous as it is a little too many first times for me. First time travelling outside Nigeria, First time in America, First time at GHC.

For a sense of belonging, I dug through twitter with the Hashtag #GHC15 for people who are going to be attending too as I personally do not know anyone that is.

Apparently, the excitement is not exclusive to me! 😀

🙂    What can I say?

Oh, and I volunteered for Blogging & Notetaking at this event. You should definitely look forward to a recap of everything I can possibly capture on this blog. Category is GHC15.

Too many thanks to my Sponsors Capital One who made this possible.

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Do We Always Get What We Want?


🙂  A hasty answer to the above question would be “Of course not! get.what.we want.” For good measure, my replier might even add a “duh!” at the end of the sentence and emphasize it with a look that translates to “Are you seriously asking that question”? -if looks could be so read…

Well, for the record I’m aware/I think that we do not always get what we want, which is a good thing, or bad, depending on how you look at it, where you look at it from, and what the object of one’s want is.

So, why do I ask such a seemingly dumb question?

Because, we do some things.

Like, wait for “true love”. Forever.

So, let’s assume that love truly exists as the magical phenomena that it is often purported to be.

Now, if this is so, isn’t it unwise to assume that everyone who wanted love was going to find it? Seeing as we know that we do not always get what we want? When I hear words like “Settling”, “making do” said with a pinch of disgust, (btw, sometimes I do this), I wonder if we(i)  are(am) not getting ahead of ourselves(myself)  and being hopelessly optimistic(in a bad way).

Assuming that we are always going to get what we want is like assuming that poor people were going to cease existing, death was going to disappear, everyone who wanted to be tall would be tall, or everyone one would be exceedingly beautiful. The list goes on and on.

It is making a false assumption, that everyone was going to get everything they wanted.

It is like assuming that the world is becoming a better place. Like assuming there would be no uneven scales.

Sometimes, we have to make do. That is the hard fact of life. It is that way for some people. Some have it easy, some have it difficult, but, it is still life.

I sound pessimistic(or realistic as I would prefer to term it), I guess, but I truly get bothered when ideals we place for ourselves, causes us so much heart ache. I often feel it could be better. Life could have better quality despite what we are presented with.

I will end this with a little illustration. To buttress my point.

In a little village, there lived a princess, and two paupers; the paupers were also little girls. Same age as the princess even. Now,one pauper, of course, wanted to have what the princess had, the food, clothes, pretty hair clips etc. She wanted to be like her, and consequently got sad when she had plain food for dinner; Which was every time.

Now, the second pauper, for some reason, did not long so much after what the princess had, although she would have been overjoyed at the opportunity, if she were to have it, it didn’t cause her much worry. She accepted her place in the world, because she couldn’t change it. Needless to say, her life was happier.

Now, this post is not to disparage/discourage going after what one wants, rather it seeks to ask a question. This question: if, it is indeed wise to assume, that one was always going to get what one wanted. This thinking leads to immense dissatisfaction in spirit and a sadder life methinks. Accepting what indeed cannot be directly influenced, or changed, though it sounds hopeless, might be better in some lights.

In the ‘love’ phenomena,for instance, we cannot actually MAKE it happen. It just happens or does not…But then i wouldn’t know


Mourning Zambulu

Before you proceed: I wrote this a while ago. And for some reason have decided to keep it here. It is not the most coherent piece. But its life here is important for the greater good of the blog. 😀


The very name inspired terror.Pity is your new name.I see the criers. The food. Your warriors. Your war prizes adorn themselves beautifully,as if for a second marriage.Your fifteen children bathe in ash and use the sack to hide their young nakedness. Oh Zambulu, they rain for you. How then can i say this thing in my mind, how can i let this evil out? No i must not. For though you are now a log of wood, with no breath or libido, though a fly with love for shit, is mightier than you now, i must not disrespect you.

Remember our first time? the stars? Oh Vicious Zambulu, cursed be you. To bring me such happiness and take it away. I thought for a moment, i had found something to live for, my personal shining moon. It dimmed, that moon, as fresher butts appeared and i took on the name ‘First wife’!. It was your lips that did it, so much joy before, then sorrow. You called me a hag, dry tree, old rag. Your gaze rested on me for as long as it takes to blink. The gaze that watered me, when it was just us. Why then shall i not be a dry tree Zambulu? Answer me! Get up from the box in which the funeral youths have placed you and answer me. Yet, i mourn you. I must not talk about the dead in this manner. I must not.

The sinful secret i bear within me is joy, Zambulu. The thorn embedded in my heart is gone. The little piece of meat between my teeth is out. The ache of losing you is gone. And now, i must gather my old loincloth, which have outlived your young muscles and supervise the burial rites. For i hear the little dame who still carries your baby insisting “We must not start without First wife”. Rest Zambulu.


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