Maid in Manhattan

In the movie Maid in Manhattan; Marisa a hotel maid had through serendipity met Chris a politician...their different worlds made Marisa felt insecure in allowing anything to happen between them. 

As much as she threaded cautiously...she hoped it might turn out to be a something good. She had her fears all up. Just when she thought things were getting better, then all came crumbling...she was fired from the hotel for breaking their ethics and her love was on the verge of been taking away from her by another rival. 

As she finds her way home, she wept like a baby girl whose toy has been taken away from her. Only to get home and find her mother making her face the reality of living without a job...the bills that will come in every month...irrespective of her loss. 

Right here, I could feel her pain, as I sat in my couch watching the movie...I turned my face to the ceiling and asked God...why is life so harsh?...her love has just been snatched from her hand...as she was trying to hold back...she lost her job in the process...what, how..can't life give her a break...just then I remembered an article by a former editor of the graphics newspaper, as reported by Albert Ocran in one of his presentations; the editor who had apparently lost his father and had joined a taxi...on reaching his destination...the taxi driver asks..."my money sir"...the editor looked perplexed...then he realized "life must go on"...  

Marisa was in just the same shoes...she felt like why won't life give her a break...but the cruel reality is that life must go on.

Yes, your love might have just been taken away from you...you must have just lost a job, a loved one...or probably, your marriage...the cruel reality is that life must go on..life won't pause because of you. Your meter won't stop reading because of your predicament, your car won't stop consuming fuel, the children's fees will still stare are you...your exam won't run away...you still have to face life...it is in this that the real man inside you shows. 

Devil Wears Prada

For what seems to be an umpteenth time...I saw the movie again...though I didn't stay through...but I remember every scene...as if I was the continuity guy during the production of the almost becoming antique Hollywood drama.

Each time I watch this movie, I see a different twist to the story. Miranda Priestly...a fashion mogul...whose aim was to run fashion Runway to the world top list, gets a new assistant, Andy, a fresh grad from Northwerstern University who seemed to be indifferent to the fashion world...her aim was to be a writer...she thought she could twirl her way through without being hooked to the fashion craze...but as I watch this drama unfold...I notice some inadvertent  actions by Andy...that had a cue in them.

"These stuffs"

Working for a fashion mogul is no different as working for a business guru...they all demand high level quality of service from their subordinates. This was the case for Andy... Whose indifferent attitude came to play when she voiced it out during a conversation with another assistant, Emily and  Miranda. When Miranda asked of her opinion to the choice of color to a dress Miranda was trying to select for a client...Andy retorted..."I'm not so good with these stuff"...

I exclaimed from where I was sitting on my couch...and said to myself "how could you reply your boss that way?...what do you think she'll think about you"

Miranda's reply was no different from my exclamatory remarks..."you call this...'these stuffs'..." The look on her face is enough to get you fired.

Andy was a novice to the industry...but being indifferent is not the best way to get around a career that doesn't make any meaning to you...after all she was working for someone most girls will die to work for.

Love or life 

It's hard to choose between pleasing your lover from school and your boss. Andy's lover and school mates were seeking for attention...they thought their friend was becoming like those girls in the magazines...with no life....they thought they were helping her by getting her to quit working for Miranda... It seems Andy not only revered her boss...but was focused...and knew how to turn her ears off...during these period...she did what she could do best...but one must know that once you begin to rise ahead if your peers they may not find it comfortable...and might begin to attack you softly...Andy lost her lover...but she found something worth than that.

Meeting Miranda's twins

Andy had inadvertently won the heart of Miranda... Who secretly keep that to herself...she gives Andy the opportunity to bring her daily magazine to her house...this means the boss is bringing you closer... Andy who is oblivious of the plot...get mislead by Miranda's twins...to where she found Miranda arguing with her husband. 

At times when we think we are worst person...someone is crazily admiring our work...and if we keep living in that oblivion...we might probably want to give up it even mess around with opportunities.

Miranda's admiration wasn't altered by this...she rather gave her an almost impossible task of getting the unpublished manuscript of Harry Porter for her twins in 24hrs...this is the part I love so much...I feel like working for a boss like this...knowing the end result.

Apparently, Andy had met Chris, a writer...at a fashion event...Andy's relationship with him help her to contact the publishers and get the copy to the kids at the train station...as they were travelling...this confirmed Miranda's trust. 

Death to Paris

For being able to win Miranda's trust...Andy was given the opportunity to follow Miranda to Paris for the fashion show of the year...this is something that Emily would die for...Emily would tolerate and put up with all Miranda's queries just to get the opportunity to go to Paris...mostly for the clothes...which she thinks Andy does not deserve. Andy knew this was going to be a big blow to Emily as she had an accident and broke her leg...whilst running erands for Miranda...who had deliberately shifted most of the work on her. 

When we think we are too smart...we end up deceiving ourselves...Emily thought she had it under control...but subtle Andy was inadvertently doing her job well...even though that wasn't what she wanted to be doing...yet she didn't put up with Miranda...instead she learnt to work with Miranda. 

Paris to Passion

Andy got to Paris...she found love...and still kept impressing Miranda inadvertently...by saving Miranda from an ominous plan to abdicate her.  

After she came back from Paris...Miranda thought she had found an ally...and began to advice Andy...only to realise that Andy just quitted working for her to follow her real passion. 

Andy knew when to draw the line..

I asked myself...if I was in Andy's shoes...I don't think I would want to quit now that the boss that I'm trying to impress has finally acknowledged me...

But I think Andy made the right choice...following her passion.

At the end...I wish I had a boss like Miranda...who dont care about how I feel as much as how the work must be done.

One thing Miranda did which to me I think informed Andy's decision to leave was when she sacrificed Nigel...(Andy's tutor and mentor at Runway)...just to retain her position....if Miranda could do this to her arts director...it could happen to her(Andrea).

 

Though the movie was set in a fashion world...it's import can be applicable in any industry...

Miranda seen as the devil...in charge of a fashion mag ...the prada...who the cap fits let him wear it.

Pain In Me

Why are most Christians consumed with achieving material things?

I realize that when one comes close to Christ, he/she receives a certain revelation of Christ which is uncontainable. We would wish we will have more time, energy and wealth to help facilitate the propagation of the message of the cross which brings   transformation. 

We all wish we have adequate resources to help cater for our daily needs so we can focus on building a lasting kingdom of God. 

God has laid on some people's heart to bring hope to the orphans and street children but this can't be done without physical resources. Though God promises to help and send helpers our way, but must we go through ordeals just to give hope to people?.

One main reason why God blesses us is so that we can be a blessing to others. We are whatever we are so we can be embodiment of inspiration and example to others. We are to be a sign to those who do not believe. But how can these things be, when we can't seem to have enough for ourselves, let alone others. 

What will I achieve if I gain the whole world and make no impact. My righteousness is not for me alone. My integrity and honesty is to bring hope and life to the hopeless..I can't just sit there when people are dying without hope and living without faith...dream shattered...why can't God just meet all my needs so I won't spend all my time chasing things that won't last...I want to spend my life building things that have eternal value...hope, joy, peace, love...

Most Christians are so crazy about making money and it's relatives...we need the money, we need the materials... But how do we get them..without being distracted...this is a pain in my heart...

Do you want to know?

If you want a heart of sympathy,then pray to God to help you see the world that Jesus sees. But be careful what you ask Him for. Because, if you're going to open that door, There's no going back to before

Once you see a mother who can't feed

The baby that cries on her arms

Your heart will break and you'll lay awake. No, sleep won't come quick anymore. So do you want to know.

You pass him on the way to work 

He holds a sign beside the curb

You look away and avoid the hurt because why should you be held responsible. Besides, he'll probably just spend it all on cigarettes and alcohol. But once you see that the man on the street has a name and a family like you, your heart will break and you'll lay awake because you'll understand God loves him too. So do you want to know. 

Oh no, if you want a heart of sympathy, then pray to God to help you see, but once you see a world that's in need and a sorrow you just can't ignore, your heart will break an you'll lay awake, because you'll know you could do so much more.

Do you want to know?

After I walk past one of them, then I ask, who should be responsible?, the socialist will say the government, but my Bible points directly at me. 

Do I really want to know? 

If God really opens my eyes to see this world the way Jesus sees it, will I turn back? 

We sing about bringing hope to the hopeless. We read about defending the fatherless...but do we really know what we know? 

Because once we know how people are dying in pain, just looking for a family...friend ...or probably love..

Do you want to know? 

Mary

As she sat in front of her mirror, she looked at her self, and thought of her life. She twirled her hair, and held it as if it was what she had left. She starred into the reflective object and saw herself holding her precious hair. From her gaze in the mirror, her eye caught an old box stalled up her wardrobe. 

She turned and looked at the box covered with dust up on the  six foot wooden cabin. She went closer, and brought down the box. As her hands rolled over the dust, she reminisced, how she got that box. In it was an ancient expensive ointment made from pure nard. It was given to her by her mother. This was a traditional gift that was passed from generation  to generation. She hoping to pass it on to her daughter. 

Her hands still filled with dirt from the box, she laid her back flat on the wide bed, she began to think about who had really affected her life most. She came to a conclusion, A man. The man was in the main room of the house, waiting to be served dinner. This had been the source of hope and life to Mary. So she wondered about how this man, was like no other man who had previously showed up in her life. 

As Mary kept tossing thoughts of him in her head. This man was in the main room with his friends talking and probably, squashing some appetizers. Then all of a sudden, here comes Mary with the old box...she walked straight to this man, looking at him in the eye, she opened the box, and brought out the oil, she poured it gently on his feet, and then wiped the oil with her precious hair. The fragrance of the oil filled the whole room.

As she did this, her heart poured out the most of her love for this man. She poured out her life and all that she could hear, was her inner voice speaking, saying.."I lay it at your feet, I lay my life down, I lay my dreams down, I lay my future, I lay this down at your feet.

The oil she poured out was estimated to be about 300,000 dollars. That was her gift from her Heart.

She poured out her love for the master, from the alabaster box. What are you pouring out.

No War

I was born to an average family
I was born searching for the silver spoon
I was told it belongs to only a few
I made it a point to meet

I was told that I could learn how to behave like those who own one or more.
It was every child's' dream
So I started to learn how to use a silver spoon

I've gained grounds,
I'm not where I was
Neither I'm I at where I want to be
Everyday is an opportunity for me to discover how the silver spoon operates. And I keep learning.

But, on my way
I meet certain people
Who re stock in the cultures belief and values.
Their search for the silver spoon takes a different turn all together.
Any thing out side their culture seems not to be the truth.
They keep coming up in and every step of my life.
And I keep getting into problems with them

I'm a westerner by thinking
And now it has invaded my acts
What I see, many don't
What I vibrate to
Many don't sync with
They think I seriously,like seriously need help

I love to think
I love to write
I love to be inspired to inspire
I love technology
I love social Entrepreneurship
I wanted to change my world
But I no longer want to
I rather want to impact and affect my world.

The more I keep meeting with these people, the more crippled I become.
The more confusing it is.
They always have a preconceived perception.
They think I'm too know
And they assume if you don't adhere to them, you must be wrong.
The storyline won't end if I don't cut it.
I'll say another day.
I hope you don't just read
But find me help, or be the help.

Who I want

One thing that I still can't get to understand is the intelligence and standard thing that's got to do with choosing a partner.
Some people just think that its out of the norm, to want to be with a partner who has same or similar thinking capacity as you. I for one cannot relate properly with someone who can't reason around the things that revolve in my world.
When I mean intelligence, I mean having the capacity for thought and reason. Possessing sound knowledge. Being able to exercise or show good judgment.
Are these too much to ask in a person ?. If it's much at least half of it would do. For example, I love technology, it's my first option and solution, being with someone who does not appreciate this might really give me tough time communicating. She doesnt need to be an expert, or tech guru, noo, but at least she should be able to use everyday tech.

As one rises in life, his/her conversation language changes. If you have a partner that could really relate and have good conversation with you when you were just a subordinate at the office, when your conversation language were the same, what happens when you become the boss, and your language changes, thoughts, ideas, philosophy, and relationships. If you don't have an intelligent partner, how does she/he converse with you without pissing you off. Then you talked more about the type of mackerel, now you are talking about macro-economy, how does your partner relate.
I believe that our direction, vision and focus  in life helps in choosing a partner. Where I want to be in the next 10 years, I cannot afford not to have a partner who will support me and represent me. Don't get me wrong about this, I'm not saying that unless she has a masters degree, and works in a high profile organization, she's not fit for me. I'm on the other hand not a very academically brilliant person, but I'm intelligent to those around my world, since I can reason and relate to them in the way they want. That's the same way I want her.
Someone thinks, it's discrimination and the bible frowns on it. Another think it's too a lofty standard.  I just want someone I can relate to, that's all. If you think, education is irrelevant in marriage, well good luck, we were wired and fashioned individually, God created me to respond more to intelligence, you were created to respond to something different.
Don't tell me that because, Educated people marry each other, that's why the divorce rate is high, each partner thinks he/she is the boss. Well, it's completely subjective.
What turns me on, is different from you. What will work for me might not work for you, but all I can say is get a partner you can relate to and he/she responds.