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So, ladies first, this is my interview with Sis Miebi, (😉don't tell her but she was blushing all through, especially at the "cooking" part😋). Here goes: KGB: Who is... (and I'm laughing)- I guess you know who we're talking about😊😊 Mi: Who is me? 😊😁 KGB: No Bro KC , who is he.... like to you😀 Mi: awww awww😊(this is where her blushing started)😊 Bro KC is like bro KC, he's the head of Protocol. KGB: (Sly you😁) ehnnn we know, but no that's not what I'm asking, I mean who is he to you?😎 Mi: He is my soon to be husband (Talk about it)😛💑 KGB: Ok now I'm talking of his person.... what thoughts come to your mind when you think about him or that moment you're at work and your thoughts wander to him, what's that thought that you get.... Mi: Happy actually😁, happy; that...

We talked about #MiKay2016 on Sunday, so I'm sure you know by now what it means.............relax, the bride and the groom scoops are not out yet, they'll be out 2-3 days before the wedding. [][][][][] Meanwhile I'm doing an interview on one of the most excellent media person I know, and he is the same person covering the #MiKay2016 event, which is ..... (for the benefits of those who don't know) the wedding of Miebi Alice Lloyd and Kelechi David Ihekoronye 😛give it up again people♬♫♪♬. [][][][][] So here goes the success story of Mobi Emmanuel Izedomi😎😍😎:: I started Photography when I was still in the University, I've always loved media, the things I see on TV inspire me, I love the creativity of photography, so I started working for a TV company in 2008 and I started from being a motions person, video coverage and all, but what really I liked is events coverage, cinematography. I had three friends that I knew could work together with me, one of us...

So , I haven't been uploading any posts recently, wanted to settle up somethings for this..... That's because...... Drum rolls please........ 😏😄😊😂MY FRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED👏👏👏 Yeahhhhhhhh😄😄😄 Its # MiKay Connubial Bliss (it sounds so cool, gotta say it again) Itz # MiKay Connubial Bliss Give it up again👏👏👏 Miss Alice like her pupils call her, or Sis Miebi, like I call her - is getting married. A lot of us already know the blessed man she's becoming one with - and that's Bro KELECHI David Ihekoronye popularly known as Bro KC the head of protocol, aka Ice Block chest, aka Da Bouncer 😏hahahahaha😏 he probably never knew he had those aliases from where I shall not say. So anyways, this two (yes THIS TWO) are having their wedding on 👫Saturday the 17th of December 2016&...

My first year in the university gave me a good chance to learn something.😉 We were a class of 120 students and we had a course rep and an assistant course rep. They were very exceptional in their work👌👍. They ensured we had accurate information of our Class schedule and other academic info on time🆒. They did this through their sms system, we received sms everyday for the daily📖 lectures📕. I always wondered how they funded it, if they used their money, because we had not yet begun to pay 💰class dues💴. One morning I received an sms❗, informing me of when and where my classes📕 would hold🏤, after reading it I replied 💯"Thank you"💯. After lectures that afternoon, my assistant course rep came to me, 😄she had this look of relief and appreciation on her face, 😅the kind that you had when a friend tells you he...

Is there something in there that you don't need but for some reason you keep holding onto? You tell yourself that'll you'll need it one day, but it seems like that day never comes. You keep it in your garage, basement or roof house, it just keeps taking space and never bringing any value. You have a sentimental attachment to your junks. DANGEROUS  Your body, mind and soul is like a house. Don't keep junks in it !!! Junks like Gossips Junks like Bitterness Junks like Bad memories Junks like Hate Junks like Guilt Junks like Malice Junks like Assumptions Put them out in the trash and let them go. You might have a sentimental attachment to that bitterness because you were the one wronged, but the truth is, when you keep that junk you prevent the good stuff from coming in. You were wronged, -yes-, forgive and let go, don't keep the junk of malice around, too much junk causes cancer !!! If the thoughts you are holding unto are...

If someone told you- I will meet you by 5:75 PM I will set the date for December 32nd Well, this sounds impossible right? Sometimes we feel that our life or people are as impossible as these. TRUTH IS... Impossible doesn't exist...... it's all a matter of perspective !!! 5:75PM is 6:15PM December 32nd is simply January 1st Before you run along and say it's not possible; Flying wasn't possible.... Electricity wasn't possible..... Speaking with somebody 10,000 miles and time zones away wasn't possible.... Reading my blog now wasn't possible.... Till....... someone accepted and dared to imagine that it was possible Is it possible to have your dreams come true? Is it possible to have the life you want? Be careful what you think is impossible; while you're explain why it isn't possible, someone will just interrupt you with the proof of it's possibility. Put an apostrophe and put a space in there. IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHI...

"There's such a thing as 100%, there is such a thing as excellence, you can get it right on every levels"....... (Pastor Amaechi Udeaku) It is possible to have 100% ! The moment you begin to make excuses for your not-so-excellent results , is the moment you condition your spirit to accept excuses. Oh we didn't do it right ..... it's because we were doing that one- You didn't deliver the goods on time .... it's because we had such and such- You didn't become successful in life ..... it's because my dad was a drunk- Oh you're still poor .....it's because my family is poor- Why do you still have this habit? ......it's because- EXCUSES TRAIN YOURSELF TO NOT ACCEPT IT FROM YOU!!! Yes you- it starts with you, you have to stop giving yourself excuses for your "Failures" , don't try to pass the buck onto someone else or something else. Accept that it is your fault then deal with it. IT IS MY FAULT, AND I W...