reduction of work hours for women

Hello dears, sorry am late today. You will not believe it....... I have been trying to upload my blog for a long time now and it was difficult for me to do. I felt like a local girl, please dont laugh at me.......and shhhhhhhhhhhhh! dont tell anyone its our little secret. How can someone start a blog herself and have a problem uploading her messages. funny isnt it? Anyways i am okay and everything is under control..........
Today i' ll like to write about a topic that has a very special place in my heart. 'the almighty work hours of women'. Long 'Work hours' is now in vogue as the french will say it : 'C'est a la mode'. You can imagine women staying leaving their offices very late. I don't want to sound old fashioned or like a grandma...... Mind you: Am not saying am against women working but i am not comfortable with the work hours. for instance a friend of mine has been considering quitting her job. when asked why? she gave me her daily routine. this is it: 'every morning she leaves her house as early as 5a.m or 5.30a.m to get to work, this she does because of the ALmighty traffic in Lagos........ guess what? she has to little kids. NOW her status: she is a mother, a wife and a career woman. okay back to her story. let' s give her a name. what name should we call her? am thinking Mabel. I hope you like it. okay so Mabel leaves the house with her kids,because she has to drop the off at school /creche... whao! you can imagine what time she gets up from bed, probably 3a.m or some crazy time. okay she drops them off at the creche and then goes to work. work starts at 8a.m both she has to be at work before the 'official opening hours( in other to be seen as a hard working staff). official closing hours in 5p.m but Mabel leaves the office every time at 7pm ,cos there is always stuff to do after work. she rushes to the creche in other to pick her kids, cos by 7.30pm the clock starts ticking for her in the creche and the bills start going up. With that solved she then heads home. Mabel doesn't get home immediately, she encounters her friend who never leaves her alone: ' Lagos Traffic'...which has wosen with the road construction..... after all the hasle she finally gets home by 10.30pm or sometimes 11pm......fagged out, frustrated, and nobody to help.... not even a maid.... ( why? she had become fagged out with all their problems so she sent them all away). That late she may have to fix dinner even if it's 'take away'get the kids tucked in bed and pretends to be interested in whatever husband is saying who surprisingly isnt tired........you know what i mean......Mabel finally goes to bed a minute before 12am. but her sleep is short lived, morning draws near and the hasle begins......
After Mabel's narration of her day i felt so sorry for her.... she doesnt have a life of her own. she doesnt have family time and she doesnt have what i call husband and wife time. All these things she lacks, will at the long run damage her marriage, her life and her family.
I ask myself every day what should she do? do you think she should resign? she is fortunate she can even consider that option, at least her husband has a stable job and doesn't have a problem taking care of her needs. But what about the ones that don't have an option, what will they do? How will they keep their home and their sanity? is life unfair? or is it harsh? does it choose who to disturb or who to cuddle?
I will leave you my dears with these questions, to assimilate and ponder.
But before note this: as someone once said once there is life there is hope'.
Take care ' lilies', will talk about this some more tomorrow.
Goodnight.

my day's hassle

Hello, its my first time here and i will like to start by sharing my day's experience with you. Today, as usual i woke up by 6.45a.m. for my daily walk. I walked for 1hour 30minutes praying, meditating and talking to God. As i walked i saw the same set of people in their cars, driving pass certainly on their way to work. The comments by certain passerbys didnt escape me. Because of the fuel scarcity i had to go buy fuel, for my car and my generator, and as we known in Nigeria generators are no longer used as 'backups' but as main sources of electricity. Determined to get fuel at all cost I ignored the long queue and went in search for my friend, the car wash guy (luckily for me the car wash is located inside the filling station compound). We both pretended i was coming in to wash my car, in order not to lie i was forced to wash my car although it had been washed the night before. This became my avenue of getting into the filing station without waiting for hours on the queue. After all the begging, cajoling and making the attendants have a sense of being in charge, i was able to get fuel both for my car and my generator. My joy was short lived as my car decided to deal with me. i discovered that my fuel tank was licking in the filling station which was scary. infact before i put on the ignition i confessed all my sins, cos i felt the car was going to go up in flames and i was going to be gone. I didnt want to risk going to hell for anything. In less than 10 minutes my shaft decided it was time to say good bye, one of the car tyres went bad, not flat but completly bad. The airconditioning told me: am sorry but am exhausted. to crown it all the car started making a terrible noise as though i was driving a train not a car. Embrassed as it may i drove the car slowly back to my house.........
lessons learnt: 'events take place not to discourage us but to make us stronger and able to over come obstacles. If we permit life to take a ride with our lives it would. Never allow anything negative to weigh you down in life. Once there is life, there is hope. I did not allow the events of my day to get to me, instead i looked for the humor in it. I got home relaxed, had a fantastic meal, watch a movie and made sure i achieved all that i had set out to do for that day.
take care and have fun.
notez bien: for all its worth : note this nothing is impossible to accomplish even as a woman.