Doing it for Abuja

It's not a secret that Abuja-ites know how to rock a party, wear the best trends and have the most fun, all you have to be is breathing and not living under a rock. Yes, we've heard all the complaints, bout how there's no where to go, it's always the same crowd, yada, yada, yada, blahzay, blahzay.

Well here it is, a couple of never fail solutions:

You've got to follow the White Rabbit on her blog www.citycawlerabj.blogspot.com she knows everything bout everything, she's got the scoop on what's hot or not: She's like your own personal-down-to-earth-straight-talking-pretty-tour-guide. Her blog gets FLAIRpoints for being spot on. If she puts up, a post our advice is READ IT. She's got her finger on Abuja's pulse...

That leads us to the second thing

Delphino Entertainment's THE PULSE : What this is, is the organization that brings Abuja to it's knees everytime it throws a party! The Ceo/founder is a trendsetting icon. Step in the place and he'll be the one with the bow-tie partying hard! He gets FLAIRpoints for bringing the house down and proving Abuja ain't dead.

Talk about party-ing

Our Friday-favourite-dance-till-the cops-come-knocking place in Abuja is EDEN VIP we won't say much cause City Crawler said it all in her post "The Stylist, The Shy Billionaire and Don Jazzy Again ... "(told you she knows what's up). They get FLAIRpoints for giving us one of the DC's most rockin' Dj's DJ Zimo and makin da girls dem go wild. (you shoulda been there)!

In the past couple of weeks these people have almost single-handedly woken up the sleeping rocket that is the Abuja social scene!... Don't believe us? Check out the pictures tomorrow!!

Stay stylin'..

VCMF's REPLY

How does my comment inspire feminist vitriol? Shouldn't you be commending the minority of men who persist in chivalry and courtesy in the face of the barbarian hordes of bush, ungrateful, vain, ignorant, selfish women?There ARE good men out there and they're drowning in a sea of horrible Nigerian girls ‎​, and trying not to get jaded even as they continue to be played for fools every day. ‎​Still, they open doors with a smile, expecting nothing more than a smile in return and if she can be arsed, a 'thank you' Not wanting a date, or your number, or even to admire your beauty, but only to show you that there are still kind, decent men out there who know how to treat a woman. ‎​Shame on you!!! For taking the side of the barbarian hordes merely because you share their gender

Today a very close male friend was upset, said something about Nigerian women being very impolite, rude, the spawn of Satan or something along those lines. I being of women folk was quite perturbed. Began to wonder what my kin had done to incite such ill feelings and this was pretty much the discussion (give or take a couple graceful exaggerations):
*note VCMF=very close male friend

Me: Why so upset? Who is she? Gimme her name and home address lemme send my boys!
VCMF: Some random chic oh! I opened the door for her and she didn’t even say thank you.
Me: You don’t know her right?
VCMF: No!
Me: Did she ask you to get the door?
VCMF: No!
Me: Did you do it expecting some form of gratitude?
VCMF: NO!!!!!! It’s common courtesy for her to show appreciation!!!

VCMF sounded like he was about to have an aneurism so I said ok, and asked him to get on with work and not let the foolish woman (sorry unknown female) spoil his day. I said this to quell his annoyance. But this is what I was really thinking:
My guy, the chic didn’t ask you to get the door, she doesn’t know and therefore doesn’t owe you. If you felt like a gentleman and wanted to do the courteous thing it’s all on you. Don’t me mad ‘cause she didn’t crack a smile, mouth thank you, or get on the ground and bow to you: SHE DIDN’T ASK YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR FOR HER!!! She’s probably never had a guy open a can of coke let alone a door for her, how’s is she supposed to know that’s not something you spend the better part of your day doing? When a vehicle driver is trying to weave in front of me during traffic without indicating or making any hand gestures, it’s my prerogative to let him/her in, if I do and he/she doesn’t THANK me, I’m not going to go all ballistic on them (I do but for the sake of THIS argument let’s say I don’t). They didn’t hold a gun to my head, so why be upset if they’re unappreciative? They’re human and flawed! It’s in our design! Getting upset is to my detriment not theirs. Believe me, Common courtesy is very uncommon. Brush it off your shoulder: Thank you is just a word… not a get to heaven free card!

The Double Standard Chronicles (inspired by the white rabbit)

Part I : Don't hate me cause I'm capable

Ok, so I'm a woman and like most of my specie, I constantly feel the
world at large is on a mission to GET me. I see the bruva's rolling
their eyes, well that in it self proves my point. We (women folk) wake
to the world with phrases like "it's a man's world" "a lady is to be
seen and not heard". Where a man seeks to advance his career he's
ambitious, when a woman does it she's put a career before a life. Like
I'm going to stand by and ask 'oga' for monthly tampon allowance.

What happened to equal opportunities? Hmmm? We don't live in the times
of our fathers where men were actually polite, gentle and didn't
stammer when their women asked for a Lil cash. Now men lie, cheat,
lust and sit on their asses comparing themselves to their alter ego's.

I'm tired of these reproductive organs on legs acting like they own
the world! You ate the apple: didn't read bout anyone holding a gun to
your head. Don't blame us cause your life blows. It's double hard for
a woman to succeed at anything 'cause of the same double standard
setting spawns of Satan: we're met with indecent proposals, akward
glances, grabby hands and we still come out on top! I'm making paper,
socializing, and still have time to cuddle.

So you and your double standards can bite my dvb denim cladded behind!

Style & Grace: STYLE SESSION

We know what it's like to have your head buried deep in files, eyes glued to the monitor while fingers punch away at the keyboard... it's a living and man must WHACK!!

Tthen again, just cause you're committed to making that paper, it doesn't mean you've got to give up the social scene. The clubs ain't everybody's thing, the monotony of hitting the same spots, seeing the same people and swaying to same beats can't be that much fun, so we at Style & Grace propose, you get invited to one of our Style Sessions...

It's smooth conversation, tasty treats, and beautiful people all in one place!

The secret to all this is (drum roll please): we're never gonna do the same thing twice- it'll be a Different theme, Everytime. and you're privy to this only if you make the cut as a young, savvy, and stylin' entrepreneur!

So look for u on facebook, drop by our office or better still buy a copy of our mag and hit us up; There's an invite with your name on it!

STYLE & GRACE

The maiden edition...

Style & Grace has it all. LIFE,LOVE,MONEY,PARENTING and it's 100% naija.Wait!! Don't run out the door yet, it's available at all news stands in abuja, and at selected stores on the UNIPORT campus.Okay, now you can RUN.

Dare to dream

It started with a dream: a little girl sees a magazine,she flips through the pages, she smiles at the colors, feels the pictures, the textures. Her name is called, she opens her eyes... but holds on to the dream.

She's in secondary school, she studies the arts, literature, religious knowledge. She tells the guidance counsellor she wants to be a lawyer.

5th year law at uni, she thinks her thesis supervisor is the spawn of satan...

Who knew that good Lord placed the sun in an extraordinary place called Bwari, it's hot as heck, and she's stuck in the auditorium listening (but not understanding) to a lecture on civil procedure, wearing a black suit and white shirt and wishing she was any place but here...

Smile... click! "OUR BARRISTER" she's heard that a million times today.Her family look on her with pride, she's proud... but feels unaccomplished.

Passing out parade????!!!! NYSC is a farce!

"THE LAW IS AN ASS!! She's driving her principal partner's son from school and asks herself if running domestic errands for the boss was a clause in her employment contract. Drops the boy off at home, and heads straight to the airport. She's tired.... and is going to live away from naija wahala for a while.

She's pitching this campaign, trying to convince foreign investors to trust her with their money... the glamorous world of corporate finance.. a very far cry from litigation.. and further away from that dream she had a lifetime ago. She's selling out on her passion... she tenders her resignation.

She exhales... it maybe 20 odd years... but it's done. Her dream finally comes true. The first edition, a sigh of relief, and a tear.. for the little girl that dared to dream

Someday

It is so difficult to be in a relationship where u give and give and ask for little in return but get nothing... it is as painful as slicing your finger with a knife yet we continue in the belief that some day NOTHING could add up to SOMETHING.

I dunno how we come to reach that though?, because all reason, arithmetic and science have proven that 1-1=0.... But what do I know, living in denial seems to work just fine, after all some day is.... Some day.