THE YOUNG AND CONFUSED BLOG REVIEW!!!!

Thursday 31 December 2015

Hey guys,

With respect to the 15 for 15 challenge, I would be reviewing the young and confused blog by Duru Adolphus Jnr.


First off, I'd like to say that for everyone who embarked on the challenge, you deserve a big kudos and congratulations if you made it till the end.

Duru set out to talk about his family as the theme for the challenge and he was able to deliver as promised. Bellow are the links to his posts for the year.


January post

February post

March post

April post

May post

June post

July post

August post

September post

October post

November post

December post


Duru's persistence and consistency with his posts were quite impressive and a little treating to be honnest lol. He was always on time with his posts like he had them handy even before we all signed up for the challenge and that was pretty treatning. On average, he had his posts up by the 15th of the month (satistcally proven) by the way lol. At this time on average, I hadnt even found my next interviewee. There was even a time he had a post up on the 4th (June post) and I was like huh!..this guy's deep mehn lol..I hadn't even thought of scheduling my next interview session and he was already up with his. I really found that very dedicating of him. It showed that he was not only dedicated to the challenge, but was always looking forward to his next monthly post. Most of his posts made a lot of sense and I think some of my favorites were sorry and blood. I liked that they were mostly hilarious stories but had meaningful lessons at the end. Family would always always be there when no oneelse is.

Based on the fact that Duru participated in the previous 14 for 14 challenge and won, one would have thought that he got the crown, hence he's satisfied and good to go..but no, he decided to embark on another one which shows that its never really about the crown or winning for him..its about the experiences, fun and lessons that come with the challenge. He was the reason I took on the challenge and to him, I return my thanks.

AND ITS A WRAP! CONCLUSIVE POST 15 for 15 CHALLENGE!!

Tuesday 29 December 2015

Hello from the other side guys.

I was wondering if you'all have enjoyed the holidays so far?..Ive been here, doing what I do best (eating and sleeping) lol. Its been a very relaxing one for me so far.


I'm particularly glad that the year has finally come to an end, and there's just so much to be thankful for. I'm even more glad that I have finally come to an end with the 15 for 15 challenge. I tell you my brothers and sisters..it was indeed a challenge..I never thought that I'd be putting up a final post, not to talk of a concluding post as there were times when I had nothing at hand or in my draft on the due date. These were very discouraging times for me with regards to the challenge. I remember calling one of my favourite bloggers Duru, contemplating backing out due to the fact that my interviewee for that month decided to back out last minute. I still remember his words to me that day and that encouraged me to find the next alternative option as opossed to giving up.

Being that the theme I chose, was to conduct interviews, my success with the challenge pretty much depended not only on me as the interviewer, but also the interviwee. That on its own was a major challenge. There were times I had no one to interview, times I was turned down..but I was on a mission to stepping out of my comfort zone this year and the challenge pretty much helped me achieve that by prompting me to reach out to people of different types and caliber, learn different things about different aspects of life and also, introduce vlogging to my blog which I am really happy about.

Overall, I am really glad I took on the challenge. Its been fun meeting and interacting with very interesting personalities. I think it's something Id want to keep up with just for the fun of it.

If you missed out on any of the posts, you can check them out bellow.


http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/01/15-for-15-challenge-introductory-post.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/01/bloggers-rap-session-with-janyl-benyl.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/02/randomly-random-with-toin.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/03/too-much-senrere-with-ajebutter22-march.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/04/april-post-little-jabber-with-benny-ark.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/05/its-your-girl-again-chi-gul.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/06/from-cookie-to-cookie-jar-17-questions.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/07/july-post-vision-meets-mission-with-dr.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/08/meet-entreprenure-barak-obama-listens.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/09/alone-with-faze-alone.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/10/a-babble-with-ola-and-mobo-awards.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/11/15-for-15-challenge-scorpio-in-me-by.html?m=1

http://www.sophsinspirations.com/2015/12/15-for-15-challenge-final-post-nigerian.html?m=1.

COBALT × CHROME

Saturday 26 December 2015

Hey guys,

I hope you had a cheery merry Christmas?
I spent mine with family, cooking, eating and sharing old memories. It was really nice to know that we still had good memories about childhood and Christmas. It was also a time of reflection for me, seeing how we've shared everything, from food to clothes to laughter to joy to pain and to sorrow over the years,...the sacrifices we've made for eachother and the hope we've constantly given as daily gifts. It reminds me of the love of God and the sacrifice he made so that we can be united with him. Jesus demonstrated the true act of love by his birth, death and resurection and He is the reason for the season. So I hope we continue in the spirit of love cos truely, that's all that really matters.

So again, I decided to put up another outfit post, pairing my chrome plated neck peice, given to me by my friend Ify umeh, also as a birthday gift, with my cobalt blue dress. This was right after I had stumbled upon a note from my medical materials class, stating the properties of a cobalt chrome alloy. So yeah, you can say that was the inspiration behind the tittle of the post lol.

I thought it'll be a nice combination so I decided to pair them both.




This one's for you.


















What do you guys think? Also, I recently completed my 15 for 15 challenge for the year *whoop! whoop!*. The last post was published yesterday and it was a vlog titled Nigerian vs American Christmas tag. If you haven't watched it yet, you can check it out here.

I hope you enjoy the rest of your holiday.

15 FOR 15 CHALLENGE (final post): NIGERIAN VS AMERICAN CHRISTMAS TAG!!

Friday 25 December 2015

Merry Christmas people.

Can't believe it's almost the end of the year. It's been quite an eventful one I must say. How are you spending your Christmas? or rather, what did you get up to?

Being that it's the last month of the year, I decided to do a little Christmas post which also serves as my last interview post with regards to the 15 for 15 challenge. I am really glad to have made it to the end. I honestly thought I would have thrown in the towel a long time ago but I'm thankful to God for staying put and never giving up.

So yeah!..here's my third vlog with the amazing Obi..I hope you enjoy it.




MY YELLOW SUNNY DAY!!!

Thursday 24 December 2015

Hey guys,

Long time no post yeah? That's because its been quite a busy week. The weekend was pretty much dedicated to Owambe and then following that, were endless errands and christmas shopping. I guess you all are ready for the christmas..its christmas eve and im not sure if its feeling like it yet.

Few days ago, I got gifted a nice pair of shoes and a little pretty skirt. This was a late birthday gift from my friend Annie but it was cool because it came in at the right time..the giving season.

It was a bright sunny day and so I decided to go with the weather, by pairing the skirt with a nice yellow top which I've had for a long while. This was how I looked.























            Kisses to you..my fellow readers.

I guess you can tell I struggled to find a tittle for this post..sometimes its just best to go with whatever comes to mind. I guess I can also call this an outfit post lol. How's the Christmas eve looking at your end? You all ready for tommorow? Please feel free to let me know what you think about my yellow sunny day look.

Happy Christmas Eve.


THE AVERAGE NIGERIAN TAILOR!!!!!

Saturday 12 December 2015

Hey guys,

What a year it has been for me!! *Whew*! work has been crazy..it's not easy to make money the clean way mehn!!..I'm glad I finally get to kick start my holiday with a large cup of smoothie and a nice pile of suya. Oh how I've craived this moment so bad *sigh*. I hope you all have got your holidays planned. If you haven't, Its never too late to start.

It seems like part of my holiday would be spent indulging in different wedding activities/preparations, as two of my friends would be getting married this month. Again, I am on the train. If you haven't read my lessons from being a brides maid, you can look it up here

Speaking of weddings, one thing that puts me off about weddings, is having to make dresses. I find that quite a struggle. Thanks to most Nigerian tailors.

A few days ago, I had a very annoying experience with a tailor that was recommended to me by a friend. I won't go into the details to save you the essay but in light of that, I was inspired to publish this little write up titled:-The Average Nigerian Tailor. I hope it explains it all.


The Average Nigerian Tailor

Ever promising and ready to deal..
Specially with you, and probably 10 others...

Very skilled and highly fashionable, understands your styles, but chooses his anyways. 

Has no problem using a tape, but prefers the use of his very accurate magic fingers.

He's a professional, don't get him wrong.

Popularly known for his excellent ability to keep to time.

With him, you can be sure to pick  up after the D- day....
a draft perhaps, or possibly, the initial raw material.

He's extremely reliable, with him, you must have a plan B, a plan C or possibly, a plan D.

He's the ever chaotic man
The fickle devious man..

He's the Average Nigerian Tailor.

Beware!!!


THE BEST CHRISTMAS GIFT!!!!

Monday 7 December 2015

Hey guys,

I know its pretty late but happy new Month. Its the festive season and I am already feeling the Christmas whiff. I must say, it's been such an eventful year, filled with loads of lessons, opportunities, experiences, growth, failures and accomplishments. Atleast, I am glad I was able to achieve most of my goals for the year 2015 and I am so looking forward to the year 2016. I hope you all have started making your Christmas plans cos I have. With the way I am going though, it might be a struggle getting my posts for the month of december published, as I might just be carried away/distracted having fun or getting engrossed in different December ctivities lol.


Any hu, a few days ago, I stumbled upon a story I found very touching and meaningful while going through my mail, and in light of the christmas season, I thought it'll be nice to share it on here. I hope it touches you just as it has touched me, and teaches you that the greatest gift you can actually ever give anyone, is the gift of hope. Enjoy.

A little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at The Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on santa’s lap, holding a picture of a little girl.
“Who is this?” – asked Santa, smiling. “Your friend? Your sister?”
“Yes, Santa.” – he replied.
“My sister, Sarah, who is very sick.” – he said sadly.
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
“She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!” – the child exclaimed.
“She misses you.” – he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy’s face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.
When they finished their visit, the grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.
“What is it?” – Santa asked warmly.
“Well, I know it’s really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..” – the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa’s elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.
“The girl in the photograph… my granddaughter well, you see … she has leukemia and isn’t expected to make it even through the holidays.” – she said through tear-filled eyes.
“Is there anyway, Santa, any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That’s all she’s asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa.”
Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do.
“What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying?” – he thought with a sinking heart, “This is the least I can do.”
When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked Rick, the assistant location manager how to get to Children’s Hospital.
“Why?” – Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah’s grandmother earlier that day.
“Common….I’ll take you there.” – Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.
Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed.
The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the grandmother and the girl’s brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah’s mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah’s thin hair off her forehead.
And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah’s aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.
Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, “Ho, ho, ho!”
“Santa!” – shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him.
Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son — 9 years old — gazed up at him with wonder and excitement.
Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears.
Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah’s face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.
As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa’s shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering “Thank you” as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes.
Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she’d been a very good girl that year.
As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl’s mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah’s bed, holding hands.
Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels, “Oh, yes, Santa… I do!” – she exclaimed.
“Well, I’m going to ask that angels watch over you.” – he said.
Laying one hand on the child’s head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease.
He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing, softly, “Silent Night, Holy Night…. all is calm, all is bright…”
The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.
When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah’s frail, small hands in his own.
“Now, Sarah,” – he said authoritatively, “you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!”
He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he ‘had’ to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could — not dolls or games or toys — but the gift of HOPE.
“Yes, Santa!” – Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
Out in the hall, the minute Santa’s eyes met Rick’s, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed.
Sarah’s mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa’s side to thank him.
“My only child is the same age as Sarah.” – he explained quietly. “This is the least I could do.”
They nodded with understanding and hugged him.
One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.
“Hi, Santa! Remember me?!”
“Of course, I do.” – Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After all, the secret to being a ‘good’ Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the ‘only’ child in the world at that moment.
“You came to see me in the hospital last year!”
Santa’s jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest.
“Sarah!” – he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy — much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before.
He looked over and saw Sarah’s mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.
That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.
He had witnessed –and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about — this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, “Thank you, Father. ‘Tis a very, Merry Christmas!”      




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