FULFILL YOUR PASSION or FILL YOUR POCKET ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯

Hey guys.

I did mention that I was on internship. Well, it so happens that I am 'working' at a helicopter company (Caverton Helicopters) in Lagos.
Let me also mention that I'm in love with aeroplanes and other aircraft. I have always been fascinated by them but I got convinced that I wanted to interact with 'em professionally when I lost a dear aunt to a plane crash in October 2005 barely 7 days to her much anticipated wedding. [May her soul rest in peace]
But I have always loved from the outside. Having a glimpse of the industry through this internship, I have come to know that the pay isn't all that worth the 'stress' involved.
I want a good life for my future family and let's be frank, 'passion' ain't gonna put bread on the table. (X_X)

Also, I just bagged an offer for internship at ExxonMobil (which is currently the richest company in the world $.̮$) and there's little or no work involved as compared to the aviation sector with incomparable rewards in legal tender *cha-ching* and other benefits.
And presently, I have an academic standing good enough for both fields but the dilemma is bewildering.

Well, for now, I'm sticking to passion with high hopes that, in the nearest future, the pay increases. But if not, hmmm... I'm porting to oil oooo *lol*

Have a wonderful day.

TRIBUTE TO A LOST GEM (6TH MARCH 1992 - 30TH DECEMBER 2010)

Hey guys. So today makes it 2 years since my only elder sister passed on due to some unresolved issues. We're thankful to God for His strength and comfort on my family.

I would like to share a poem that a great friend of mine, Kecy Anosike, wrote for her. You can follow Kecy's blog here

SALT (DYING TO LIVE)

Maybe I've been more afraid of living;

Than dying-.

To die is to be free;

To live is to be strong.

After losing your breath,

Nothing else is expected.

But after taking a breath,

You have to take one more.

You do one act, and you're remembered forever.

But if you live for someone in this world

It may seem like forever before it's over

.

To do one may be what's expected of you.

To do the other may just be taken for granted.

But if you combine the two;

At the right time

It may come to you that you need nothing more.

Death is not the enemy, you see,

It takes the soul and sets it free.

But love is the cage which captures your heart

And grief is the thief who rips it apart.

I have held my tears as long as I could.

What good are tears? 

Will they bring anyone back from the dead?

Will they heal the hole in my heart?

Will they tell me it's all right, because it's not.

Tears are just salt water, like the water in our blood.

Tears are my eyes bleeding the pain that fills me till I want to scream endlessly.

Tears may help me sleep but they don't take away the pain.

I can work around it and over it and under it, but I can't get through it.

Salt water stings in an open cut, tears just make my pain ache even more.

In Loving Memory of Elizabeth Abba (1992-2010)---»E-smiles

MAY HER SOUL REST IN PEACE