tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47886613489649912942024-03-27T07:38:03.332+01:00She Spys ...Your eyes and ears... Bringing you The Good, The Bad and The Ugly on Customer Service In Nigeria!Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-75842600382640146292015-02-06T22:21:00.000+01:002015-02-06T22:21:15.988+01:00BRT Bus Drivers, Insane or on Drugs?
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I know very well that most Danfo drivers are usually on cheap drugs, some
of them are even repented area boys and it's not surprising that they drive and
act like so. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My headache
is not with Danfo bus drivers because they are who they are ‘’Danfo drivers” but
what’s up with the BRT Bus Drivers? I thought BRT bus drivers were supposed to be
more literate, properly trained and tested, a bit learned hence they would know
to drive responsibly, this is not so from my observation. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Most BRT
bus drivers are very reckless drivers, they drive as if they own the road, they
have no respect for other commuters or even pedestrians, if either your feet or your car gets in their
way, anything can happen, by ‘’anything can happen’’, I mean they can intimidate
you with their long bus or go as far as hitting you and not apologise . No wonder most of the then
good looking buses now look scruffy and rickety.</span></span><br />
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</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On our way
to work this morning a BRT bus was forcefully trying to get in front of our car,
our car was nearly pushed off the bridge and we almost hit a pedestrian who
rained curses on us. The bus driver didn’t even stop to ask if we were fine, he
just sped away like nothing happened. I shouted ‘’animal!’’ from our car,
hoping the wind will take the message to the maniac driving that BRT Bus.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On what basis are these careless people employed as drivers, not just
drivers but commercial bus drivers responsible for conveying several lives? I
managed to get down the plate number but there was no number to call behind the
bus. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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suggestion is for all BRT Buses to have ‘’please call…… if I am driving
recklessly’’ printed behind them for all to see. If drivers know that apart
from costing innocent people their lives, driving recklessly can also cost them
their daily bread (since it seems they have no regards for human and even
animal lives) they might just re-consider and drive a bit more cautious</span></span><img border="0" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_report_reckless_drivers_bumper_sticker-re8acf36f89e14738a9f880929f0f0ee9_v9wht_8byvr_324.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></div>
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still fuming over the bus driver, I remembered that dearest shared his
ex-driver’s story with me just a few days ago. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dearest got a phone call while driving from his
ex-driver and was wondering what the purpose of the call could be. The guy
called to say that he was driving the BRT bus right behind him, dearest looked
in his mirror and confirmed it was true, he greeted him briefly and quickly hung
up. He then said to me ‘’Spy, this guy was driving a bus filled with
passengers, he didn’t try to hunk his horn and wave, but he called me
holding on to his mobile phone not even using hands-free.’’( by the way dearest’s
phone is synched to his car, so his phone was on speaker). I know a lot of people
use their phones while driving, some people go as far as sending BBMs and text
messages, we all know right from wrong (we keep toying with our lives and those
of many others). Some BRT drivers and other commercial vehicle drivers have
also joined in using phones while driving (without using phones they already
drive like maniacs, imagine how crazy they would drive while using phones), God
protect us!</span></span></div>
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plate number of the crazy BRT bus driver today, LND 440 XM BRT Bus I001. Don’t even
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Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-86302323321605938842015-01-12T21:28:00.000+01:002015-01-12T21:28:45.958+01:00Finally 2015....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happily I wish everyone a happy new year and I am not just saying it, I mean it very much. A lot of people just say "happy new year", "compliment of the season", to them they are just words you say when you see somebody for the first time in January or maybe February it has no weight what so ever in their minds.</div>
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For me , especially after 2014 , when I wish anyone a happy new year I am saying" I wish you a very happy new year, may God bless this year, may you laugh this new year, May God keep you truly happy and may he listen to every of your heart desires"! So guys here i am wishing you a happy new year at the top of my voice" HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!"</div>
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As they say there is a reason for everything I have my reasons for praying happy new year into people's lives instead of just saying it.</div>
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Last year especially towards the end was eventful in a sad a way. One of our friends. lost his wife who was just 35years old, been married for barely 3years and had an 18months old daughter, it was very sad! Then came December while I was cracking my head thinking of the best Christmas party I could organize for my family, my sister called me one morning saying "Have you heard what happened ..." My heart was already beating fast , I said "what happened again ooo"then she said my Aunty's husband ( my uncle by marriage) died. I was like "what?!" He was 50years old with a 21 year old son, a 17 year old daughter and a 47year old wife. It was terribly sad. I didnt know when I started to count down to the new year, I was just tired of hearing bad news. </div>
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So 2014 ended! Whew! I am still thankful though. A lot of great things happened in 2014. I got married😄 ( took so long settling into my new life and home, hence my absence from the blogging world.)</div>
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I believe in new year resolutions, I think it adds structure to my life, though sometimes it's a bit hard to follow it/ them through the year.</div>
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This year my main resolution is to be happy, to live a life filled with happiness, to work on surrounding myself with happiness and to be the definition of a genuine happy person. So God help me!</div>
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How was 2014 for you? Do you believe in new year resolutions? What is your resolution(s)</div>
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Another resolution is to continue to promote good customer service in Nigeria.</div>
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Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-65427809899961156452014-03-13T14:47:00.000+01:002014-03-13T14:47:50.666+01:00That special usher at my wedding.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I have a thing for good hostess and ushers at weddings. That was why during my wedding planning I made emphasizes on having good ushers not necessarily good looking ones, as long as they were efficient I was fine. I have been to many weddings with beautiful ushers, nicely dressed pretty ladies but that's about all they are good for, to look at. Ask them to get you something to eat or drink and they never come back and when you are on your way to the bathroom you see them standing somewhere else watching the bride and groom have their first dance. Those were not the kind of ushers I wanted at my wedding. I wanted energetic girls who were ready to help my guests and that was exactly what I got.<br /><br />My engagement and wedding were at Yard 158 And 10degrees both at Oregun, Ikeja, Lagos. They are fairly big venues. At least Yard 158 accommodated our 1200 guests nicely while 10degrees accommodated our 1500 plus a few extras Ok!<br />
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<br /><br />My joy became complete when some of our guests complimented the ushers and said they never stopped coming to ask what they(our guests) wanted and if they needed anything, they were real hostesses.<br /><br />The Usher who was appointed to me, Seun, was a very nice and efficient lady. When she was first introduced to me I thought she was a bit extra, she asked me what I wanted to drink and if I was ok what seemed like 10times in the space of 5minutes. After a while I decided to take advantage of her efficient spirit, I sent her on errands, asked her to call me a few people and made her get me cold Amstel malt a few times. She never at any point frowned or disappeared or complained she did everything I asked her with utter joy(well so it seemed) and took up the job of fanning me while I was dancing. She was a very good lady. She did such a fantastic job that when she said it was time for her to leave, I gave her a very nice tip, she so deserved it.<br />
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<br /><br />Two days after our engagement ceremony (traditional wedding) I started looking for the silver sandals that i wore before changing into more comfortable shoes while I was dancing, I remembered Seun the super Usher holding on to the shoes but that was all I remembered, so I got the event coordinator to give her a call and ask her but she said she gave the shoes to my friend who said it wasn't true. <br />
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I was heart broken my beautiful shoes were missing I had only worn them for a few hours, I hadn't even rocked it at all and that Seun girl that I already liked so much and wanted appointed to me on our wedding day, did she now steal my shoes.? I was sad! But my sister encouraged me by saying that they were only shoes, people lose more than that at their parties, so I took my mind off it. Only to get a bbm in the middle of the night from my friend saying she found my shoes. I was so happy, the next morning I called the event coordinator to apologise and help me pass the message to Seun that I found my shoes and would like her to be assigned to me on our wedding day. They did! Seun was once again very good at what she did, she was a super usher, she made sure I was ok at my own wedding! <br />
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Guess who's back as Mrs D!?!!</div>
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Hi guys, I have missed you guys so much! I am so sorry I didn't keep to my promise of updating every week. Wedding planning and preparation was crazy! It was almost hard to keep up with anything. There were days when I was sooo excited, days when I was anxious and days when I worried about the carnival called wedding we were having.</div>
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I remember two weeks before when I took my dress to one of my designer friends just to make sure everything fitted well! That was the best decision I made in a very long time! My dress was big!! Like two sizes bigger! I was "scared" no not even scared "AFRAID!!!!". I had lost too much weight if it wasn't for my sister who testified that my wedding dress was my exact size when I bought it , my chief bride's maid and designer friend Iysha wouldn't have believed I bought my right size. Iysha seeing that I might collapse from fear quickly assured me that she would salvage my dress and it would fit perfectly and she did exactly that, infact made me another dress to change into for our after party since that outfit also didn't fit!</div>
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I left Iysha's place that day supper happy and thankful that I had thought to try on my dress again before the wedding. Being an Efiko, I bought my dress about 6 months before our wedding, and it hung in my mum's wardrobe for five months before our wedding day. But I was so thankful for Iysha, you wouldn't even notice the amendment(s). </div>
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I also had to go on an Amstel Malt diet. I drank at least one Amstel malt a day and milo some nights, thanks to my bff/chief bride's maid's advice and supervision, I was able to put on a little weight before the " D" days. I didn't make a typo by typing ""D" days" Our wedding activities lasted 3weeks! We had 4 different events!!!</div>
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The first one was our engagement ceremony/ traditional Wedding with 1000guests</div>
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The second was our Nikkai and reception party with 1500guests</div>
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<br />Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-23798502894689307492013-11-30T20:18:00.002+01:002013-11-30T20:18:26.176+01:00Count down to my weddingHi Guys! Sorry I have been away for a while, wedding preps has taken over lol. My wedding is in 6weeks and my mind and head have been everywhere. From excitement to nervousness to anxiety. All sorts of emotions have been popping up but I am thankful to God for everything.<br />
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While I am doing my best to make sure the wedding day goes well, my mum has been inviting people away, it's turning to a carnival, I don't know how else to stop her. We had a little talk yesterday about her taking it easy on inviting more, more and more people but the conversation didn't do anything to her very long guest list. She keeps telling everyone "we are having a wedding". God help us<br />
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The wedding industry is something else, when I say something else I mean expensive! People make so much money off weddings , I am almost having second thoughts on my career path. <br />
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Two days ago I went to our venue just to ask some questions because dearest wouldn't let me rest, he wanted to know what the length and breadth of the venue measured, me I don't like errands like that but I went there anyway, when I asked the lady there for the measurement she looked shocked "what do you want to use it for ?" She asked, I told her dearest wanted it to design the floor plan, she smiled and politely said they did not give that information out (I am very sure she didn't know the measurement) I wasn't surprised. She decided to take me through the terms and conditions. I listened like a good student nodding as she read through each paragraph until she mentioned that we had to use their bouncers and pay for them. I was like "can you re-read that?" After paying so much for the venue she was now insisting that we have to use six of their bouncers and pay twelve thousand Naira for each of them! Why did I not read this terms and condition before we chose this our venue? I told her that I would have to call her later because we have a security company giving us security for free for the wedding. She insisted we had to get at least six bouncers from them and it's our choice if we decide to get more from elsewhere... Everyone just wants to make extra money.<br />
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Anyway I would write more about the good and bad services I have encountered especially during this wedding planning time. I have missed you guys and would also try to write at least once a week.<br />
Have a wonderful week ahead xSpynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-9178413755874801282013-09-23T14:24:00.002+01:002013-09-23T14:24:48.849+01:00Nasty Nurses...Ruining Visions Of The Church<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As a new Catholic convert (dearest and I decided to keep to one religion so that we can help each other grow together spiritually ) I am now very interested in anything Catholic. This was why I started taking interests in the Catholic Church Clinics. I have heard so much about Catholic Church hospitals, I know some family members who have gotten treatments from there and family friends who don't go to any other hospital other than the Catholic Church clinic. Whenever I asked why, they said the price charged at the hospital is very moderate compared to private hospitals and the service given is more decent than that of government operated hospitals plus the added advantage of good doctors. They swore that they'd never go to any other hospital other than the Catholic Church Clinic. Well I was happy for them (that they love the hospital ) but stuck to my own hospital.<br />
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Today, I got the opportunity to visit a Catholic Church hospital, my brother in law's mum was admitted at St Leo's Catholic Church clinic Ikeja. I went to visit her after work. I was fascinated by the hospital building, the simplicity but yet very modern facilities and furniture. I kept praising God for such a good place. All the rooms well fully air conditioned including the reception area, their bathroom was decent and sparkling, I couldn't help but say "<strong><em>up Catholic Church</em></strong>" lol. But my excitement went crashing when my sister asked the nurse a question and it was just very obvious that she didn't want to help out, her attitude was wrong, she shrugged her shoulder and walked away saying she'd come back but she never did. Then another nurse came by, I greeted her but she barely answered. <br />
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Though a few of the nurses were nice, majority of them had some sort of attitude that said "<em>don't ask me for anything please</em>" I mean, what's the point of studying to be a nurse if you don't love and cannot be kind to other human beings? The body who founded the clinic did so so that people can come there, feel comfortable and get good quality medical care and.services, but the nurses there just make all the beautiful facilities and vision incomplete. <br />
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This is a clear example of how employees can ruin dreams of employers. I didn't like the nurses at all. Honestly, I am still confused why they took that route to study nursing. <br />
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Anyway I love the whole idea behind the Catholic Church clinic, I love that it is moderately priced, I love the idea of the father coming to pray for the patients, I like the idea of the crucifix on top of the door frame, I love that I felt God was in that hospital but I didn't like the nurses, I liked their uniforms but the attitude in the uniform stunk.Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-46809287347352445212013-08-01T22:33:00.002+01:002013-08-01T22:33:22.786+01:00The proposal story....Façade<br />
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On 22nd of May 2013 , several hours into my birthday, dearest called to say he wanted to take me to dinner. I lamented in my mind, I didn't want to go for dinner, I already told dearest a night before that my girls wanted to take me out even that, I was trying to bargain with them to move it to the weekend. Dearest didn't care and said I could invite my friends to join us for drinks after we had had our dinner. My friends didn't object to dearest's suggestion though I was a bit reluctant to go out after having such a long but happy day with all my family who all came to hang out with me at work. <br />
I headed to Façade where dearest said we would be having dinner. I was met right by my car by him himself apologizing for not sending my cake to work. We entered through the door and were welcomed by a waiter who led us to our seat, dearest chose our seats, not long after we were given a menu. <br />
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The waiter who was manning our table wasn't that experienced though he tried his best to give us good service, it was obvious that he was struggling (probably his first job as a waiter) dearest asked if I'd like a bottle of champagne, I said Yes because it was my birthday (on a normal day, I would have probably said No on an ordinary day and ask for a glass) I knew it would be impossible to finish the bottle on our own before my friends arrived, but we were celebrating so it was cool. After the champagne was brought, the waiter came back to tell us that the champagne was more expensive than the price that was printed on the menu, dearest made a few comments very unlike him not to question further or to say he didn't want it any more. He asked the waiter to open it.<br />
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There was nice music playing in the background, the ambiance was perfect. Our food arrived, it was actually very nice, though the portions were quite small. I remember that before we placed our order for food, we asked the waiter what a particular meal on the menu was, he was unable to tell us. I like to go to restaurants where waiters are familiar with their menus. <br />
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Anyway not long after we finished our food, dearest received a phone call, he said the cake was downstairs he wanted to go get it. I waited patiently until I saw the waiter carrying my cake with a sparkler on it and dearest behind him, I got very excited, the cake was placed in front of me and I took pictures away, dearest asked if I liked the cake, I told him that it was beautiful and the fact that it was pink made it more magical, he asked me to take a closer picture of it only then did I notice that the cake didn't only read "happy birthday' but "will you marry me" I screamedddd and almost fell to the floor, my scream brought me more surprises because my family, friends, and dearest's friends all started appearing! I was so shocked, apparently they had all been waiting downstairs waiting to make a surprise appearance. <br />
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Dearest had invited them all earlier asking them to keep the invite a surprise without telling them he was going to propose. So he got on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was so excited I didn't even remember to say yes lolll. So he asked after a few minutes of kneeling "did you say yes baby" then I finally said "yesssss"<br />
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It was marvellous. I was so so proud of my darling dearest. Everyone came and looked at the ring and congratulated us. It was the best birthday ever. <br />
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The staff at Façade were excellent, I only wished our waiter was more educated on the menu and I didn't like that the champagne price on the menu wasn't the same as what was charged. Their food tasted very nice. nice place, nice ambiance.<br />
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Façade is a Thai Restaurant located at 10 Bishop Aboyode Cole, Victoria Island, Lagos, NigeriaSpynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-82723527191110431172013-06-20T18:46:00.001+01:002013-06-21T11:19:52.065+01:00I am engagedd!!<div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">
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My darling blogger friends can I first thank you very much for checking on me and Showing me love when I needed it most. A big shout out to Sykik especially for her messages, love and concern.</div>
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So the title of this post should really be "he turned my mourning into dancing" as you guys know that I lost my dad almost three months ago, it's been very very hard and sad but one way or the other I have been coping. I even had a dream once where my late dad encouraged me to eat and move on with my life, still, it's been hard to get back to how I was before he left.</div>
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But then something happened on my birthday, after two years of being with dearest he proposed YES he did!!! It was a big surprise because somehow I didn't see it coming. It felt like a dream, i mean..from a very low point in my life to a serious high considering the fact that i just lost my dad and the fact that some people had almost frustrated my life, asking why I was still living in my parents house, how I was already over ripped for marriage (as if I were a fruit). In fact I have seen and heard a lot concerning this getting married issue. Some people even said I needed deliverance and some others said I shouldn't let my size deceive me, I am old!</div>
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But to God's glory, I am dancing because he put a ring on it lol! Anyway for All my tears and mourning (losing my dad) God gave me joy. </div>
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The proposal story is a story for another day. Everything was so beautiful...indeed those who laugh last, laugh best.</div>
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So as I shared my sad news with you about my dad, now I am sharing with you my good news. :) </div>
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I am engaged!!!!! Soon to be Mrs D</div>
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<br />Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-71573405204438274102013-04-21T07:39:00.000+01:002013-04-21T07:39:42.645+01:00My dad passed away...<br />
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Hi guys, sorry I have been away for a while, my dad passed away exactly a month ago at 69 years old. To say that it still feels unreal to me would be a big understatement. I have always been daddy's little girl (i am the last of six children ) its been hard. Well I hope heaven held a great reception for him when he got there because he deserves nothing less than that...My dad is a Muslim hence he was buried the exact day he passed away. It's hard to come to terms with the fact that he is really gone. But I bless God for his life, like my mum keeps saying "he lived a beautiful life" He had beautiful children, grandchildren and many adopted children.</div>
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I will put up the tribute I wrote for the program tomorrow. It's been hard to even say RIP! But daddy today I leave you to rest... May you beautiful soul rest in the perfect peace of God Almighty... I love you forever!</div>
Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-71220939492532193612013-03-05T17:30:00.000+01:002013-03-05T18:54:53.764+01:00My problem with Mrs Lola the tailor<br />
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Mrs Lola is my tailor, she lives in a place so far away though she claims she lives in Lagos, I can only describe her area as an outskirt of Lagos. When she charges me for making my clothes, she charges transportation allowance differently and that, I usually do not mind because the amount of money she charges for making me 3 outfits is what my other tailors collect as deposit for one outfit. I like mrs Lola my tailor, she listens to me and is not overly forward, she does exactly what I want and minds her business when I tell her that I want my outfit shorter or longer unlike Mrs Funmi aother tailor of mine who said to me that if she made me the particular length of skirt I asked her to, I wouldn't be able to jump the gutter or ride an Okada. I remember being very angry with her and asking her who told her that I'd be jumping gutters or riding Okadas.</div>
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Anyway back to Mrs Lola, my current Tailor. So Mrs Lola is a very very good tailor but my problem with her is her lack of customer service. She lacks it so much it causes a lot of friction between us. She has this terrible habit of not fulfilling her promises. If she says she would deliver your clothes tomorrow and things changed, for example there is a flood in her area as she claimed one time, she never thinks to call to tell you that she wouldn't be able to make it that day and when you call her phone, it would either be unavailable or switched off until the day she decides to come. I have settled a couple of fights between my Aunty and her there was a time she didn't deliver an outfit my Aunty was to wear to a wedding until a month after the wedding. I have been counting myself lucky and special up until now because she never really treated me that bad, maybe sometimes she is a day or two late but not this bad. Something changed.</div>
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Last week she was meant to deliver some clothes she recently made me, she flashed my phone several times infact I sounded very irritated when I called her back. She was calling to tell me that she would be coming to drop my outfit the following day and she wanted me to also tell my mum just in case she had some new fabrics to sew. I said "ok" . The following day came, I waited and waited for Mrs Lola , she didn't come. I called her phone, it was turned off. I knew she had started with her disappointing acts. Two days after, she finally picked up her phone when I called repeatedly. I told her how upset i was with her for keeping me waiting and not even having the common courtesy to call to say that she wouldn't be able to make it any more. She gave me one of her excuses as usual and said she was on her way to my office.</div>
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7 hours later she arrived at my office, my outfits were beautiful but needed a little adjustment, she took them away and promised to return them two days After. Day 8 after the promised date, I am still waiting for madam Lola, she hasn't called and her phone has been off. Yesterday when I got through to her phone, a woman picked up her phone and said she left her phone charging at her store. Today a man picked up her phone and said he was her husband and was helping her charge her phone in his office. Lies. lies and more lies.<br />
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This might be the end of Mrs Lola and I's relationship. She sews really well but her customer service skills sucks. But when I think about Shadia my former tailor who ran away with my clothes and money a few years ago, I begin to question Mrs lola 's loyalty to me and my experiences with tailors in general. Would she do the same thing Shadia did ? I give her whatever she charges (without bargaining) plus transport allowance. Don't know why she acts in this manner. Maybe it's time to ditch her before she does a runner on me.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After work on Thursday, I decided to treat myself to lunch
at browns; I put up a post on browns <a href="http://spynaija.blogspot.com/2010/03/browns-or-bounce.html" target="_blank">here</a> a couple of years ago but things have
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My dearest treats me to impromptu lunches at Browns, I like
the place. It is a nice place with a peaceful atmosphere. The waiters are also
efficient though the last time I was there with dearest; our food came in so so
late, we were almost dying of hunger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anyway, back to my lunch On Thursday, so I walked through
the doors of Browns and was greeted by a waiter as I walked down to sit at our
usual spot. The waiter came with the menu and I ordered my food and drink.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Two minutes after the
waiter set my food on the table, just as I was about to dig in, two uninvited
visitors arrived at my table distracting me; it was Mr and Mrs Fly! I hate
flies sooooo much especially when they come around something <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am eating(particularly when I am very
hungry), I just feel like once they latch on something you are about to eat, if
you put it in your mouth you get ill immediately, I <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>don’t want to start imagining where they could
have come from. I feel that when one is outdoor flies might invite themselves, but what about indoors?</span></div>
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Fly away and at the same time trying to eat, I got sort of frustrated and
called the waiter, he apologised and went to get a spray bottle which I am
guessing contained insecticide, he sprayed it around a bit(I think it must have
been odourless because I didn’t smell anything but I was bit concern about how safe that was) the flies disappeared and just
as I was about to relax and enjoy the rest of my food, they appeared again.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The food was very nice, as usual everything was good, only
the flies… Browns <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>is a nice place, I will
go there over and over again BUT the next time I encounter a fly? It must
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Have you had an experience like mine at a place you really
like to go? Would seeing a fly on your table put you off going to a restaurant
you like to eat at?</span></div>
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Toni was in her office, watching and getting depressed because she hadn't received her valentine package yet, all the younger girls in her office were all beaming in smiles, not only were their smiles annoying, they were all also wearing a touch of red. She hissed as she spoke to me in her office bathroom. She was complaining bitterly about her husband Paul who is also my very very good friend. Several times I tried to get her off the phone so I could focus on my work, but she kept calling me back and was almost ruining my own day with her nagging.</div>
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Once I got the chance to get off the phone I quickly called her husband Paul who sounded very panicked, I asked what was wrong, he said the people he ordered Toni's present from hadn't delivered them to her and she would be leaving her office in 2 hours. He asked me to please convince Toni to stay a bit longer at work as she was no longer picking up his calls. Out of pity I agreed to call Toni again, I told her so many silly stories and even had to lie that I might be stopping to give her a present too, just to make her happy. </h3>
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After two hours, Paul called and told me that the delivery man was almost at Toni's office he had been stuck in the crazy Lagos valentine traffic, with a sigh of relief I shouted "hallelujah". 5 minutes after I got off the phone with Paul, my phone rang, it was Toni, excitedly I picked up the phone, thinking she had good news, but I could only hear someone sobbing, I was scared, a million things ran through my mind, did the delivery man fall dead? "What happened?" I kept asking. I could also hear her colleagues asking her to stop crying, when she could finally speak, She said the chocolate Paul sent to her had melted the cake had smashed, the teddy bear was stained and to top it up the card was addressed to another woman with her husband's name at the bottom. Then she started weeping again. I was confused! I didn't understand, was Paul cheating? He must be a big goat! I thought out loud.</h3>
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So I called Paul, before he could speak, I shouted at him." You are such a stupid goat, if you are going to cheat on your wife must you also rub it in her face, at her office on Valentine's day?" Paul said he didn't understand what I was on about. I explained what his wife told me, he was very confused. He said he 'd call me back. He called the company he ordered the present from. </h3>
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To cut the long story short, It was their mistake(The people he ordered from) they had addressed the card wrongly and had almost caused Paul his marriage. This issue didn't get resolved until almost midnight, everyone including Toni's parents had to come to resolve this silly conflict. Thanks to the unorganised company, a marriage could have ended on that Valentine's day.</h3>
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This Valentine's day be sure to state your order clearly, making sure whoever takes your order gets it right(if possible get them to repeat it). Avoid popular restaurants especially if you didn't make a prior reservation, set out very early on your date and if you don't really need to be out, please enjoy your valentine at home with your lover.</div>
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Hey people today I am not writing about good or bad customer service. I will be writing about my experience while I was out with dearest today. I feel embarrassed for these women I am about to write about BUT my mind tells me that I need to write about it so that others can learn and be careful.</div>
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Dearest and I walked into the cafe that I had been talking about. I wanted some dessert, I had been singing about it all day. We finally got there and were directed to a nice seat. I had been harassing dearest that he was a bit too quite today and was killing all the excitement in me dying to come out.</div>
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Before we sat down, I noticed three women who sat down finishing their meals and seriously gisting, not that I was eaves dropping or anything, their voices were rather loud so i didn't have a choice but to listen even if i didn't want to. I complained to dearest who was already reading a magazine and he answered "leave them alone" I guess he was secretly enjoying their gist.lol</div>
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Anyway from all the stories they were telling, I figured out that they were old friends who schooled abroad and are probably married. They were catching up and reminiscing on things they did in the past. Their voices got louder and louder as their gist got deeper and deeper. I started feeling un easy and dearest told me to mind my business and eat my dessert, he was definitely enjoying their story lol</div>
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They were talking about men they had slept with in the past, mentioning their names and even surnames, they called some of them irresponsible and rained insults on others and talked about their relationship with other men up until some of them got married. Dearest's eyes were fixed on the magazine he was reading, but I swear his mind wasn't there. I kept on murmuring, I couldn't believe this women were speaking so loudly about their lives even if it was their past in such a public place.<br />
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Then something happened! They mentioned one of dearest's friends name and surname. Dearest and I looked at each other, our eyes widely opened and said "Ah". They spoke a little about the guy. We kept silent! And I guess we just kept listening to them(when we weren't talking) until will finally left.</div>
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When we got outside, I asked dearest if he understood why I felt uncomfortable with the manner at which the women talked so carelessly. I think he did. I mean , how can grown women leave their homes and come to the public to air their dirty linens? Unfortunately for them they didn't even know that we knew one of the people they spoke about, dearest said he recognized one of the women from when he was in university. I honestly felt very embarrassed for them.</div>
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By the time we were leaving, we knew the names of the men they slept with, we knew they were married, we knew the town they went to school in, and even one of their names. I felt that was too much information to disclose in such a secluded place.</div>
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A couple of minutes later after I got home, dearest was trying to find out from me what the women said about his friend. Imagine! he had already called his friend and told him what had happened lol! I laughed so hard, who ever said men don't gossip or like to gist ? lol. Anyway I didn't answer him, I felt so sorry for the women that I didn't even want dearest to tell his friend anything they said.</div>
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Yesterday when I walked into my sister's office, I saw some chinchin (<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Chin Chin is a </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">fried</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> snack popular in </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Nigeria</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">. It is a sweet, hard, </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">donut</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">-like fried </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">dough</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> of</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> flour</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">,egg</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">, and other customary baking items </span>) in a plastic bag, that kind of plastic bag that bread sellers put
Agege bread in; in some places they call it eba nylon lol! it is very light and the cheapest form of plastic bag I know. It gets damaged easily and I don't trust it to keep any type of snack crunchy especially if the bag isn't doubled or isn't stored in an air tight container.<br />
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I honestly thought the chinchin was a project my nephew did at school but was told that the snack which was coconut flavoured was brought in as samples by a woman whose name sounded very
familiar. I tried to remember where I met her, it clicked! she was that woman,
who came to market a product a year ago and after talking to her I found
out she had a miraculous voice. I remember I made her sing at
least two songs on that day, my sister and I couldn't stop marvelling over her
voice. We had goose pimples and tears in our eyes as she sang so effortlessly. We
asked what she was doing hiding such great talent; she smiled and said she was
working on an album. We encouraged her and told her what we knew many others
would have told her, I.e. that she had a beautiful voice and was very blessed.<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New";"><b>This is why I was surprised when I was told she was the one who brought the
unattravtively packaged chinchin as samples. I exclaimed "coconut
chinchin again!" and in this form of package(come on woman, its 2013) The packaging was just so so so wrong, she put it in a plastic
bag and by plastic bag I am honestly being extremely posh about it, I should
really be calling it nylon bag or eba nylon she then folded the bag and stapled it. No way! Only if she supplied it to the aboki's who I am certain would
reject it because of the packaging, it wouldn't last long in their kiosk before the bag starts to tear. My sister was very disappointed she said surely this
woman must have seen chinchin in thicker plastic bags and even sealed.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New";"><b>I could never buy such, the packaging was a real turn off. Honestly,
it doesn't cost that much, even if one cannot afford a sealing machine, which
isn't expensive nowadays there are other DIY methods that wouldn't even cost
anything. Anyway,the coconut chinchin tasted OK, but it still had a long way to go in order to satisfy consumers I.e.
it was very brown and a bit oily. Why bring such product as a sample to
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New";"><b>Her chinchin didnt match the kind of voice she had. Shouldn't this woman stick to the singing she knows how
to do best. But when one considers the unemployment rate and standard of living
here in Lagos, I really wouldn't blame her, sometimes anything goes. But
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Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-22320537086474577962013-01-14T10:05:00.000+01:002013-01-14T10:05:03.325+01:003 Cousins and A Crook BBQ<br />
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Today after disturbing my dearest several times to treat us to lunch, he finally agreed and we went to a place that my brother talked about a lot last year; 3 Cousins and A Crook(I remember laughing the first time I heard the name). <br />
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As we arrived there, I saw something that looked like a pirate's flag in front of a hut like structure. I was already wondering if this little structure would have an air conditioning unit, especially on a sunny day like today. As we got down from the car into the space, we were nicely welcomed by a gentleman who I guessed would be one of the owners. When we were trying to locate the entrance, he told us where it was. <br />
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I noticed the beautiful view behind the hut, it was the ocean, I felt the nice breeze touch my neck as we opened the door. It was a small place, very clean and nicely maintained and there was no air-conditioning unit, but it was nicely ventilated and actually cool considering how hot it was outside. <br />
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we went to order our food. I ordered a burger and dearest ordered a Philly cheese steak. We were told that we could sit outside, dearest agreed immediately while I complained that I didn't want things biting me. We went to sit outside and I was glad that we did, the view was very beautiful the whole ambiance was nice, it was as if we were on a mini beach but shielded from the water we could see in front of us, the floor was sandy, just like the beach and we sat on a seat that was under a big tree. The wind blew very gently, it was very relaxing as we watched people cruise on their boats. <br />
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Just when dearest was about to go and enquire about our food, the food arrived so did the flies. It was as if the flies were patiently waiting for our food to come out. We were offered wipes to wipe our hands! I thought that was soooo cool. Because we were enjoying the view and the beachy feel, we thought we could manage and probably keep driving the flies away, but it got worse, the flies came out in multiplies they were too much for us to handle. The lady who brought our food suggested we went inside, we agreed and she helped us with our trays.<br />
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Back inside the hut, it was nice, with John Legend playing on the radio, we tucked into our food, though I was already full, I managed to finish my burger. The potato wedges were heavenly I have never tasted wedges that good. The burger? Delicious, the bun was so fresh I could even eat it on its own. I had a mega amazing experience. It was absolutely gorgeous (if I can use that word). The guy who we met outside on our way in, came to ask if we enjoyed our food and when he heard us talking about the flies outside, he agreed to trying out our "driving away fly" technique lol. He was very friendly.<br />
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I would go to this place over and over and over and over again. If it were near my house, I would probably go there every day or just live there lol. Love the food, Love the ambiance too. Oh , I forgot to mention that all over the walls, tables, door, counter and ceiling were scribblings i.e signatures of people and little notes from people who visited in the past. So as we were getting ready to leave, we were offered a pen which I quickly grabbed, dearest suggested I wrote on the ceiling just in front of us, he found me a space and excitedly I wrote "wonderful experience" and I didn't lie :) It was nothing but the truth.<br />
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3 Cousins & A Crook BBQ is located BICS Gardens Lekki 1 Off Admiralty Road opposite B20 Wole Olateju Crescent, 08100000899.. Check out their website for their full menu <a href="http://www.3cousinsbbq.com
">HERE</a>Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-40187291944722504662013-01-03T01:38:00.002+01:002013-01-03T02:09:03.092+01:00New Year Resolutions...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVUs5GfFK-XHSotRwz2x7o4AlzD6nKrPDLXuv-KQ4eu_t764evugxhhEJeZ5UmaXfKAgL5oiM7iYis2bZ3JTnEcpPfU3aSeR2DdlIHkQrB2Rz_DqZXpWaLJJckutHrzLF80WG2bjhMqa4/s1600/fireworks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="201" width="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVUs5GfFK-XHSotRwz2x7o4AlzD6nKrPDLXuv-KQ4eu_t764evugxhhEJeZ5UmaXfKAgL5oiM7iYis2bZ3JTnEcpPfU3aSeR2DdlIHkQrB2Rz_DqZXpWaLJJckutHrzLF80WG2bjhMqa4/s320/fireworks.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Happy New Year everyone!!! I have been MIA for a little, enjoying the holidays :) and experiencing all sort of customer services (I will share them with you soon). <br />
I am sure some people already printed out their new year resolutions. At some point in my life I gave up writing resolutions, I thought it'd be better just to flow with the year instead of feeling disappointed on 31st of December because not even one out of my many goals were accomplished. After trying to do without new year resolutions for a year, I realised that I wasn't complete, there was nothing to look forward to, nothing to work towards or even tick off, so I started again. This year, my resolutions ranges from getting a stomach as flat as the wall (nothing is impossible lol) to encouraging and promoting good customer service whenever and wherever I get the opportunity to. <br />
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Are you a business owner or do you deal with customers a lot? It doesn't matter if you are a blogger, a banker, a trader, an entertainer, a writer or even a chewing gum seller, make a conscious effort to create even a better customer service experience for your customers. <br />
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Have you thought about this already or do you already have a plan? What are your New Year resolutions regarding customer service and meeting your customers needs? <br />
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Happy New Year!!!!!!!! May this year bring you lots of customers :)<br />
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Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-38844223079266181432012-12-17T19:26:00.000+01:002012-12-18T10:00:36.517+01:00Filling Stations...Day Light Roguery!<br />
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I feel very sad that this fuel scarcity of a thing in Lagos is still on after several weeks. The amount of traffic this scarcity cause is tremendous. What makes it even more bitter for me is the fact that upon the scarcity and silly queues you end up even paying more for the fuel. You know, its like you are being cheated and you know it but not being able to do anything about it.<br />
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It occurred to me one day after buying some fuel, I asked the driver, "the fuel in the car should be more than this ah ah what happened?" He explain that he bought the fuel at N110 per litre instead of the usual N97. Meanwhile the price advertised at the filling station was N97. So I told him to buy from other filling stations that sold at N97 next time.<br />
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He got to Total filling station another day and had to pay N200 nozzle fee before the fuel was sold to him. Nozzle Fee? What is Nozzle fee? Wonders shall never end in my lovely Lagos State. So whose pocket is this nozzle fee going into?<br />
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Anyway, this morning I discovered this trend going on especially with the filling stations around me, what they do is this: those ones that sell at N97 per litre sell in the mornings a bit into the afternoon, then the rogues open in the afternoons and towards the evening when the N97 per litre ones stop selling. So basically once the N97 per litre ones are not not selling the N110 litre ones start selling. If your tank is almost empty you wouldn't have a choice but to buy from them or if you didn't have the opportunity to leave work ontime. I know that NNPC filling stations don't get involved with that dodgy deal. <br />
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Those big eyed attendants will build houses from the illegal money they are making from selling petrol at silly prices. They actually act like its their right. I challanged one lady fuel assistant the other day, she even brought out her calculator to explain to me that they sold at N110(though N97 was advertised on their board) at their own filling station and she had that kind of attitude that said "If you don't want to pay, please step aside, who is next?". I didn't have a choice but to pay, my fuel tank was almost empty and the other customers were busy saying "ah madam, thats how we buy it here o".<br />
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So, instead of fighting with fuel attendants, I target filling stations that sell at N97 per litre and don't charge nozzle fee. <br />
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How have you all been coping with the fuel scarcity? <br />
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You can also read a post I wrote a couple of years ago about my cousin's experience at a filling station <a href="http://spynaija.blogspot.com/2010/08/filling-station-saga.html">here</a>Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-77714448762576933402012-12-03T22:14:00.000+01:002012-12-04T11:34:06.615+01:00Christian Louboutin: I don't care if my high heels hurt women<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngtqL_7s6O39JBxytUKoDU4PuxvKzBs1mrjjVvEMF7e6PCZlCY6LZXIT3qCF2le8gX167Er6UNEjooCPASfoSAiOu20H2bTrFVTi93LYd9UTi1jKvBbhtRHJGPdbmbpx0vBG2GxbgOn4/s1600/christianlouboutin-pigallespi2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="194" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngtqL_7s6O39JBxytUKoDU4PuxvKzBs1mrjjVvEMF7e6PCZlCY6LZXIT3qCF2le8gX167Er6UNEjooCPASfoSAiOu20H2bTrFVTi93LYd9UTi1jKvBbhtRHJGPdbmbpx0vBG2GxbgOn4/s320/christianlouboutin-pigallespi2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Yesterday night, while searching for something on the internet I stumbled on this contradicting piece below. This article really caught my attention maybe because I would be attending a wedding later today and plan on wearing a pair of Louboutin that I had been dying to wear since May(didn't want to waste the shoes, been waiting for the right event to wear them to).<br />
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After reading this article below, I am uncertain of how I feel about the cobler, Mr Louboutin. There is something about his attitude that seems funny.<br />
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Please read an extract from the article I found online below to further understand what I am trying to explain. I have also included some comments the article got.<br />
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Christian Louboutin, the shoe designer, has said it does not matter to him if women are in pain when they wear his shoes saying: "If you can't walk in them, then don't wear them."<br />
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Cobbler, Christian Louboutin Photo: Andrea Klarin<br />
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Louboutin said high heels are ''pleasure with pain'' adding that he had no sympathy for women's complain about wearing the shoes because he once saw Tina Turner perform for three hours in Madison Square Garden in New York wearing a pair.<br />
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He told Grazia magazine: ''I really have not so much sympathy. If Tina Turner and Prince's back-up band can perform on stage in them for three hours, you can't tell me they are impossible to walk in. High heels are pleasure with pain. If you can't walk in them, don't wear them.''<br />
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(I have added some comments that this article got below)<br />
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<b>darrenp<br />
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Sack the PR team! Call the medics!<br />
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Jaykay25a<br />
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If ever there was a reason not to buy this ghastly mans overrated footwear, he has just provided it. <br />
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Thomasgoodey<br />
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There's a fool born every minute, and that includes the women who buy these things<br />
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Romancitizen<br />
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I find that when I arrive to referee a rugby match, my pair of silver 4 inch stilettos always creates an impression amongst the players, especially those from Gloucester.<br />
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Songe_Marie<br />
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I knew I wasn't trippin! Louboutins hurt everyone's feet! Smh and he don't even care lol<br />
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http://fashion.telegraph.co.uk/news-features/TMG9210721/Christian-Louboutin-I-dont-care-if-my-high-heels-hurt-women.html<br />
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To be very honest, in as much as those shoes are sometimes eye catching especially because of the red soles, they are sometimes uncomfortable, I have also heard a couple of people complain about how uncomfortable Louboutin's are. But the interesting thing is that we still wear them :) <br />
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Could it be that Mr Louboutin is not interested in making efforts towards giving his customers value for money(Value in the sense of finding ways to make the shoes more comfortable since alot of women seem to be complaining, and humility in the sense that if there are no ways to make them comfortable, can he be a little more selective with his choice of words or just keep quiet)? because in my opinon, not all high heeled shoes are uncomforble, there are some that you wear that are actually fit just fine and you wouldn't need to keep taking them off when you sit down.<br />
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Anyway, I would love to see you comments. Do you own a pair of Loubutins? are they comfortable? Even if you don't own one, what do you think about Mr Louboutin's statement?<br />
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(Shoes I would be wearing later today)<br />
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Christian Louboutin is a French footwear designer whose footwear has incorporated shiny, red soles that have become his signature. A pair of Louboutin shoes cost between $500 to $5000 depending on the style.Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-30621729420526903892012-11-26T23:01:00.000+01:002012-11-26T23:01:44.585+01:00Intimidating first impressions...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXOyNVpJhWjIUrjFLoN1cEoqePEMnZpERokDtTEGJp-sJqdo2LSV_lqjB6y9JcpyPX0wCsfBsIXYIs8MVV9pj0KvtpaqKC06R8iSXcsNZwKJGqwukmvFfpYlyT99c2p4BaVKE38kgkYU/s1600/stylist1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="244" width="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXOyNVpJhWjIUrjFLoN1cEoqePEMnZpERokDtTEGJp-sJqdo2LSV_lqjB6y9JcpyPX0wCsfBsIXYIs8MVV9pj0KvtpaqKC06R8iSXcsNZwKJGqwukmvFfpYlyT99c2p4BaVKE38kgkYU/s320/stylist1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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I stepped into the crowded room looking for the unfamiliar face of the hair stylist I didn't know but held on to his name as I looked around asking anyone who looked at me "please can you lead me to Mark?" They told told me to walk straight ahead that I would soon reach him. I got to another room and with a smile I asked a very unfriendly guy, " hello, please are you Mark?" He looked at me with that sort of look that simply said " yesss! and who are you?" Well , I introduced myself and told him that a colleague of his recommended him to me, he asked what I wanted to do to my hair, I told him, he looked at another guy who he nodded at, and the guy offered me a seat and started to do my hair. I was irritated by his gesture.<br />
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So Mark's assistant or apprentice started doing my hair, he was the most pleasant person. He listened to every instruction that I gave him and did everything just as I told him I wanted it done. I concluded that Fred was sent to me by God because I didn't think Mark would have been able to dance to my tune like that.<br />
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Now, this is where I would add that first impressions really matters as we tend to judge a book by its cover all the time. Just like when we see a dress that looks very decent only to wear it and it appears to be a tempting and seductive attire. That was the case of Mark the Stylist and I<br />
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Anyway back to Mark. At the end of the day Mark wasn't as bad as he portrayed himself, in fact by the time I was leaving he gave me his number and told me that I could always call him when next I needed my hair done. But trust me to have quickly built a nice relationship with Fred, he even helped me with my salon bag to my car. I gave him a little tip. <br />
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By the time I went back to style my hair the following day, I was glad that I had met Fred and given him that tip the day before. His customer service was exceptional, he got me a nice seat and even offered me a drink while I waited my turn. In my days of going to the salon I cannot remember ever meeting a stylist as nice, well except for my dear friend Abbey who is more like family now( I would write a post about Abbey my fantastic stylist soon). <br />
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Okay, to conclude my story, guess who ended up styling my hair? Yes! Fred! When he started styling my hair I was seriously keeping my fingers and even my toes crossed. "I hope I wouldn't get into an argument with this guy" I thought. It was very surprising when he started styling my hair in a nice way and listened to every instruction I gave (well not every, but almost every instruction). He did my hair very very well, I couldn't even ask for more. When he finished and I thanked him, he promised that next time he'd even be more prepared for me. <br />
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Here was I smiling and giving a guy who I thought his attitude really sucked a generous tip. I mean, this guy used alot of his energy to make sure my hair turned out good. I left the salon smiling and my hair looking beautiful, couldn't wait to show it off :) But why did he react in such a negative manner when he first met me? <br />
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First impressions really matter, have you been put off by first impressions? did you wait to see if it would have a happy ending?<br />
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Do you have a customer service experience or a review you would like to share? If so, Contact me by sending a message to spynaija@gmail.comSpynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-25535692276248378872012-11-20T22:13:00.000+01:002012-11-21T12:06:32.519+01:00Sky Lounge....The good life!<br />
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Today I lay on my bed dreaming about Sky Lounge. My dreaming session started when my friend called my phone at 8pm and told me she was sipping on a cold glass of Kir royale (Kir Royale is a French cocktail created by mixing champagne with blackcurrant liqueur ‘Crème de Cassis’). As she spoke to me, I felt my mouth watering and could almost taste the Kir Royale she was sipping on at the other end of the phone. It took me back to the memory of my last visit to Sky for drinks…<br />
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My last visit to Sky Lounge<br />
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We arrived at Sky that evening excited as usual knowing that we couldn’t leave without having a good time. In the elevator after pressing the button that leads to the penthouse, my eyes were fixed on the little screen that displayed the floor numbers. The door opened and we walked out of the lift into the ever so wonderful and beautiful ambiance where a well trained waitress was waiting to receive us. With the piano playing and the street lights reflecting through the windows of the restaurant and lounge, there was definitely nowhere else I did rather be that very night than Sky Lounge (well, after crossing out hanging out with my dearest of course :) )<br />
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We chose our sit and sat by the bar. The bar man said hello and placed the menu and little servings of nuts in front of us as he took our orders. A few minutes later he had performed magic and the most lovely Mojito was staring at us. <br />
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The Mojito at Sky lounge is actually the best I have had in Nigeria. Wonderfully made, I suck on the straw until no liquid can flow through it, tasting the remains of the brown sugar that sits obediently beneath the glass refusing to dissolve, I sometimes make so much noise with my straw I don't even pay attention to who might be watching. While still struggling to get the last bit of sugar from the bottoms of my glass, I realised Michael Jackson’s "speechless" had been playing on the piano, total bliss!I needed a tap (as usual)to remind me that I was still in Lagos.<br />
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The customer service at Sky Lounge is always superb! No unnecessary interruptions from the waiter or bar attendant but somehow they seem to know when to ask “would you like another one of that?" As if it were free. Lol! Drinks at Sky are usually the beginning or the end of a wonderful night out and I am not talking about being drunk. It’s a lovely place anyone who likes sophistication and calmness must visit and don't forget to try the Mojito.<br />
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PS: Sky Lounge can be a bit pricey, be sure to look at the menu carefully and of course your wallet before placing your order :)<br />
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Situated at Eko Hotel & Suites Victoria Island Lagos, Nigeria<br />
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Do you have a customer service experience or a review you would like to share? If so, Contact me by sending a message to spynaija@gmail.com<br />
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Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-87990764796324028502012-11-10T13:20:00.000+01:002012-11-10T16:07:08.711+01:00My Experience At A Bank: Can I Just Get A Welcoming Smile, woman?<br />
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I’d like to apologise to women first before I continue writing. I have nothing against women, my mum is a wonderful woman, and I have amazing sisters, friends, cousins, aunties, etc. Oh by the way I am a woman :) phwee Ok here I go:<br />
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When it comes to working environment, women are not my favourite people. There is this aggression that some of us posess that make me wonder how others cope with us at home.<br />
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I made a phone call today to a bank branch manager, she answered nicely until I told her it had to do with a service her bank provided then her voice changed (not in a nice way). I walked into her office and she looked at me with a “not welcoming” look. Though I was very well dressed and knew that my Ferragamo perfume could make anyone try to get my number or follow me home, but not this woman, it didn't make her even fake a smile, I was surprised she offered me a seat. <br />
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She took me to another lady who she said would sort me out. I don't know who was worse, whether it was the bank’s branch manager or the customer service woman. No eye contact, no smile, nothing. She was just there pretending to be attending to me when in fact she was doing something else (I saw her holding a receipt with somebody else's name). She stood up several times without even saying “excuse me” or, “I will be with you shortly”, little words make a difference sometimes especially if you are a customer service representative. Her note pad fell beside me (by the way not my fault at all) I picked it up for her and this lady couldn't even open her mouth to say thank you. At that time I could already sense her aggression and I knew for sure that my ferragammo perfume would not make her nicer if anything it would make her get more aggressive. So, I decided not to expect much from her in order not to get further disappointed, like always I made a very good decision. <br />
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She put a book infront of me to sign, and said " here, your name, signature and date, where is your ID?" What kind of a human being is this? I laughed in my head. lol!<br />
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No manners whatsoever! I couldn't blame her she obviously didn’t have that much of a person to look up to. She dropped my ID back on the table, thank God I saw it when she did, would have lost it there and I would trust her to give me great attitude if I returned to ask her for it. <br />
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She finally sorted me out. I can't remember if she accepted my thanks or not. I didn't really care. I only felt sorry for their bank and her future as a customer service manager.<br />
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Have you ever had an experience like mine with women? or are women overly percieved as aggressive at work? what are you thoughts on this?<br />
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Do you have a customer service experience or a review you would like to share? If so, Contact me by sending a message to spynaija@gmail.comSpynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-8369280259049664742012-10-24T11:34:00.000+01:002012-10-24T17:16:16.057+01:00Pastry Land....Basic small chops..The best around<br />
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Pastry Land is sometimes the reason why I make an attempt to go for an event. A motivating factor that helps me get ready and go out to party. <br />
It's a one man business that provides finger foods what we Nigerians call "small chops". The founder of this company surely and most definitely knows what customer service is all about. When people tell me about their party plans my number one choice for small chops provider is always Pastry Land. <br />
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These small chops taste so good it's absolutely amazing. I like the owner, Mr Taiwo, no matter where he spots me he comes to say hello with a lovely plate of small chops, and it doesn't have to be my party. He is always very respectful yet professional. Whenever you make a complaint, he quickly makes amends even if it means making a new puff puff mixture (Nigerian snack similar to doughnut). <br />
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His attitude towards his work and enthusiasm for delivering wonderful service to us makes him number 1 option amongst us his loyal customers. Many of us, his customers were gotten through referral. <br />
He doesn't make over the top or fancy small chops like money bags etc but the basic ones he makes are always fantastic and the taste? Always consistent!<br />
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I am not sure which my best is, whether it's his signature fluffy puff puff or his succulent and absolutely tasty and juicy prawn in batter. Actually, these two are my best on his menu. The best option is to get him to fry the small chops at the venue (that way it would hit your table fresh and hot). <br />
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There is nothing as wonderful as seeing his waiters carrying a tray filled with plates of freshly made deliciously hot Puff Puff, Mosa, Samosa, Spring Rolls and Prawns in Batter, wonderful I tell you. Savouring every single bite, I mumble “bless!” under my breathe.<br />
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Mr Taiwo's attitude towards his customers is just as sweet as his small chops, always smiling and ready to dance to your tune. His waiters are also very well trained and well mannered, I like the way they listen to simple instructions and don't frown at corrections but with an apologetic smile they accept whatever they are being reprimanded for.<br />
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I have come across some rubber like small chops, over chewy and teeth wrecking ones made by other small chops “specialists” but I have never tasted small chops as good as Pastryland's....never met a small chops maker as humble and as customer oriented as Mr Taiwo.<br />
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Scrumptious!!!<br />
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You can reach <b>Pastryland on 08033077024, 08023977445</b><br />
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Do you have a customer service experience or a review you would like to share? If so, Contact me by sending a message to spynaija@gmail.com Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-33976663635095070822012-10-08T15:32:00.000+01:002012-10-08T16:36:39.655+01:00Bangkok...Love at first taste<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6RGWvce97FyV__2jV4jN7pTZce7KYoCUJKeqfVnu6X76ZQrHff9sNAZYRRU_WkWNLx92sRRVyomlsxUxnWUOKCfKEhivYZmyXQ3ZFcclecyf5Ypat40sFJMLlorWkjhOFLIOJwvKGDg/s1600/bangkok+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6RGWvce97FyV__2jV4jN7pTZce7KYoCUJKeqfVnu6X76ZQrHff9sNAZYRRU_WkWNLx92sRRVyomlsxUxnWUOKCfKEhivYZmyXQ3ZFcclecyf5Ypat40sFJMLlorWkjhOFLIOJwvKGDg/s320/bangkok+20.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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The very first time I set foot in Bangkok, I fell deep in love. Our case was that of love at first taste. I am talking about the best Thai restaurant in Lagos.<br />
On my way there my friend sang it in my ears several times that though the food at Bangkok was wonderful; the decor was not fancy at all compared to other places I loved to visit. I didn't really mind but she insisted that she wanted me to be prepared and not disappointed when we got there.<br />
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We got to Bangkok and I immediately saw what my friend was trying to prepare me for. The decor was not at all fancy and the ambiance wasn't anything close to marvellous or amazing.<br />
We were welcomed by a waitress who was dressed in full Thai traditional attire down to the slippers she wore, she also had a strong Thai accent as if she came straight from her country just to receive us. That was nice.<br />
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We were directed to our seats and given the menu. My friend, who was extremely familiar with their Thai icetea, suggested that I tried it. It was the best decision. It was lovely, cold and very refreshing. I had two more glasses before we left for home.<br />
The restaurant was not packed. In fact the other people who were there left just before we placed our order for drinks. This left only us in the place till we left.<br />
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Our starters didn't take long before they came rolling in. Piping hot they were placed on the table. Every bite of the spring roll was magical, one of the best I have ever had. They quickly disappeared from the plate and we couldn’t help but order for some more. Several days after eating those spring rolls I still dreamt about them constantly.<br />
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Our main course was amazing too, deliciously great. It was just fantastic.<br />
The surprising thing about this place is that; their food is actually very affordable. With generous portions, amazing freshness and deliciousness, you would think that the meals would cost an arm and a leg. <br />
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I don't know how I never heard about this place (apparently its been there for a long time). Most of the people I tried to tell about the place knew the place already. I am very thankful I found it too!<br />
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We were served complimentary pineapple slices for desert but we had no space left in our stomach for them.<br />
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The waiters were very very good. The food came out very fast. It was a marvellous experience. I found myself there again a couple of days later! The food? It was still as amazing and the price very affordable.<br />
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Where have you been all my life Bangkok? Muahhh I love you!<br />
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I recommend their Pad Thai (stir fried noodles Thai style with sauce), Fried rice with jungle seafood, Thai chicken jungle curry. Their chicken spring roll is a must! Honestly my mouth waters as I type this. I would definitely be planning another trip to Bangkok in a couple of days.<br />
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N6000 -N10000 for two people plus soft drinks if you are on a budget.<br />
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Bangkok is a Thai restaurant situated at Muri Okunola Street, Victoria Island. Lagos, Nigeria<br />
Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-6346831732627781572012-09-21T15:29:00.001+01:002012-09-21T15:29:09.193+01:00Sip Lounge… too many waiters bringeth confusion!<br />
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Yesterday after a lovely afternoon learning to bake cinabuns , my friends and I started looking for a good place to have dinner and nice cocktails; we ended up at Sip Lounge. We weren’t really sure if Sip had a restaurant since what we knew Sip for was its bar and club. We enquired at the café beneath and were told that it had a restaurant. We went right up. <br />
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We were welcomed by many waiters (about 6); the restaurant/lounge was almost empty. We asked for a table for five and this brought a sort of confusion amongst the waiters putting in mind that the place was almost empty and there were manyyy vacant tables(only about 3 tables were occupied). We couldn’t understand what the problem was.<br />
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We were left there standing while they kept pacing up and down looking very confused, we asked what the problem was and a waiter said that ALL the tables were reserved, kind of surprised , we asked what time these reservations were for and were told “ between 9:30pm and 10pm”. We were even more surprised! The time was 7pm! The tables were reserved for 10:00am to 10:30pm why couldn’t we sit down, eat and help this people make some money before the people who reserved the table came. <br />
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After much talking, we asked to speak to the manager, to our disappointment he wasn’t around and there was no other person in the lounge that had problem solving skills that we could speak to. A few minutes later, the waiters changed their minds and allowed us sit down. I must say that the ambiance of the lounge was very nice this was why we probably didn’t storm out of the place angrily. It was lovely with very modern décor. A sort of place one would sit with a friend, a date or husband giggling and gossiping all evening.<br />
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After we got the menu and placed our order for drinks, I came to the conclusion that <blockquote>“<b><i>too many idle waiters bringeth confusion</i></b>”. </blockquote><br />
As we were about to conclude on our order for drinks, another waiter came from nowhere insisting that the drinks we wanted didn’t exist in their bar when indeed it existed. He wasn’t even the waiter taking our order; he didn’t know what we were talking about he only heard the last word of an order then interrupted. The lady who was taking our order explained to the intruding waiter that she understood what we wanted, they both argued for a bit and left. Their little argument went like this:<br />
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The lady: “we have it nowww what are you saying?” <br />
The intruding waiter: “we don’t do it without alcohol” <br />
The lady: “we do!!! That’s not the one they ordered now” <br />
The intruding waiter: “oh ok”. <br />
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Then they carried themselves away. <br />
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By the time our drinks came, they were appalling and tasted very terrible! We asked for it to be taken away, another waiter took them away and didn’t even bother to ask what we wanted in replacement. After waiting 10 minutes with no waiter coming to ask us what we wanted to drink (they all stood by the bar chatting away), we beckoned on yet another waiter. Before we ended our night at least six waiters served us.<br />
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We ordered for replacement drinks. My drink looked very fancy but it was the case of “<b><i>all that glitter is not gold</i></b>” it didn’t taste the way it looked, it wasn’t nice at all. I didn’t bother complaining, I had water instead. There was no point ordering something else or asking them to re-make the drink, it was obvious that cocktails weren’t their thing, or maybe yesterday was a bad day for the bar attendant.<br />
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We ordered our food and thank God it was better than the drinks.<br />
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In conclusion,I had a fairly OK experience. Their non-alcoholic cocktails were a great disappointment, the fact that the waiters couldn’t even find us somewhere to sit or use their initiatives was irritating, and that there was no manager or supervisor/ problem solver on ground when we got there(and throughout our stay) was another disappointment and the greatest sin of all. I must not fail to mention again that the ambiance was very lovely.<br />
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Sip lounge is located at Akin Adesola Street, Victoria Island, Lagos.<br />
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Spynaijahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13445517147045049619noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788661348964991294.post-41383711913623715522012-09-15T03:48:00.001+01:002012-09-15T03:49:40.768+01:00Prayer sessions during office hours…is this acceptable?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVy8Ay39xcP_HCoLIDNawJqPIcYJ8EcP1eWkCTRAh-mU8BMZr-5l4EQBmXuUH-IhJH98qX8hIOF-eMDRz834KlM9bqR-9joRPSX3HlNP1vIxBpJXazMYxSFjuZfuCCU0tNdj1faMZM4mw/s1600/prayer+image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="124" width="97" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVy8Ay39xcP_HCoLIDNawJqPIcYJ8EcP1eWkCTRAh-mU8BMZr-5l4EQBmXuUH-IhJH98qX8hIOF-eMDRz834KlM9bqR-9joRPSX3HlNP1vIxBpJXazMYxSFjuZfuCCU0tNdj1faMZM4mw/s320/prayer+image.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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I know that Africans in general are known as one of the world’s most religious people. Nigerians specifically claim to be very religious. This is a good thing and would even be more marvellous if we can act as religious as we claim by first obeying simple instructions such us forming/joining <a href="http://spynaija.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-dont-care-who-you-are-sir-please-wait.html">queues</a> when we need to.<br />
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I don’t have anything against religious people or people who practise their religion strictly, in fact I am a proud lover of God. The only problem I have is when people take religion too far and use it as an excuse to negatively affect the outcome of their work.<br />
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For instance, a lot of organisations in Nigeria organise morning devotions (praying and sometimes singing praises to God) before work commences for the day, which I honestly think is a fantastic idea if it can be conducted appropriately.<br />
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I walked into a pharmacy at 11am and was welcomed by the sound of people clapping and singing praises followed by prayers. At first I thought I was in the wrong place; maybe I was lost in thoughts and didn’t know when I walked into a church,i thought, but the sight of several drugs and people in white overalls reminded me that I was in the right place, a pharmacy. <br />
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As I stood there not knowing who to talk to, the security guard walked up to me and told me that the staff were having their morning devotion, I looked at my wrist watch as I tried to control the tempo of my voice and asked “devotion at 11am?” He answered “Yes” and explained that no one could attend to me until they were done with their devotion and that could take another ten to fifteen minutes. I didn’t want to commit a sin by taking out my anger on the security guard so I tried my best, politely said thank you and good bye! I ditched my favourite pharmacy and bought my cold medication from a pharmacy that probably conducts their morning devotion at a reasonable time.<br />
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Another time I asked my assistant to buy a bottle of water from a supermarket very close to our office, it was one of those days that we ran out of drinking water, he came back with no water and explained that the staff at the supermarket were having their morning devotion and was told to either wait or come back. Their Morning devotion was holding at 10am.<br />
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I honestly do not have a problem with having morning devotions at work; it’s the timing that bothers me. If you want to have morning devotion, wouldn’t it be wise to come to work a bit earlier so that the business can still open at the opening time advertised on the door? If the opening time of the store or office would change for that day due to special morning devotions, its best to put a note on the door to advise customers that the store would be opening late due to “so so and so” reason or not even open at all until the devotion is over.<br />
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The essence of the morning or prayer devotion is to thank God and ask him for more customers and good profit. <br />
Why do they now chase away the answer to their prayers? The customers they pray to have, have now come in to patronise but these same prayer warriors don’t have time to attend to them because they are still praying and cannot recognise that the answer to their prayer is the customer who just walked in but they couldn't attend to because they were praying when they should be rendering a service(s).<br />
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It is good for business owners to get their priorities straight and stop hiding under the umbrella of religion. Heaven helps those who help themselves. Let us do the right thing at the right time. <br />
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As I mentioned earlier, I am a proud lover of God and religion but is it appropriate and professional to conduct prayer devotions during business or office hours and to also ignore customers when they walk in during that time?<br />
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