Life Lessons from Winnie Harlow

Hey there,

 So I was reading about this very popular model, Winnie Harlow. So before I read about her I asked around for who she was. I asked if maybe she had an accident or if it was make up or something. But actually she has a skin condition called vitiligo. 

As a child she had to change schools numerous times and eventually dropped out of high school because of several verbal harassment and bullying from other children who would normally call her a cow, zebra etc.

I bet at that time she never expected or saw herself as a model. Her self esteem must have dropped and crashed because she contemplated suicide at a point. You know models are known for having the best skin, best hair and obviously the best bodies but Winnie lacked the skin part. Now she is known to be "a successful model with Vitiligo ".

She is also a public speaker who posted a YouTube video titled "Vitiligo: a skin condition, not a life changer" . That is a very powerful and deep title because we have a lot to learn from Winnie. This is not a biography of Winnie but it's something to help make us learn from her.

When she was younger she was called a cow, zebra etc. This happens to a lot of us, because we are sometimes called names or made fun of because of some things we are born with or because of some things we do. But we should never let those things bring us down. Never ever. The funny thing is that those that used to call her names are nowhere to be found or might be successful but have not reached the level of fame or success that the "zebra" has gotten to.

You don't know the future, just imagine if she actually committed suicide, I would not be writing this in the first place, she would just have destroyed the future that God had planned for her. Things might not look good now , but trust me everything would get better and you never know what would happen in the future.

Always remember that you are beautiful just the way you are and never let the words of others bring you down but rather let it be what would drive you to success.

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The Sick City

Emergency emergency emergency,

There is an emergency, 

At the emergency room of life,

A patient has been rushed into the ER,

He has been bruised and battered,

He has been eaten up by the cancer in him,

His inhabitants have eaten him up like worms,

He is in a serious condition,

He can hardly be recognized ,

for he used to be a flourishing man ,

A giant in the midst of his peers,

A rich and well influential 'man'

A man of such great intellect and promises,

But what happened to this man?

He, just like any man had flaws,

He was infected with a disease after a fateful night,

He was infected by his enemy with a disease,

It grew bigger by the years ,

And it spread around his body ,

That his antibodies were not enough to fight the spreading disease 

Which lead to the death of the antibodies 

A man of great intellects began to make stupid decisions 

An owner of many businesses and enterprises couldn't manage them anymore 

A man with great power and influence began to be looked down by his subordinate peers

He has become a man in despair and pain

For the tumor has grown to the limit of death

He need serious attention 

But sadly there is no one to help this man

Everyone stares at him as he is wheeled into the emergency room

With the disease still in him he is becoming more useless 

But the sad thing is that the man feels that he is fine 

But he doesn't know that he is a dead man walking 

Who would save this man?

Who would offer him assistance ?

And bandage his wounds and scars?

I would say that only God would help him

But let us see and hope that this man would become the great man that he is used to be.

And flourish like he used to

And be a prosperous 'man' that he used to be.



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Starting Over

Hey guys, I am glad to tell you that The Anomaly Blog would be changing a little.

Its no longer going to be a New Blog but now a lifestyle Blog. I would be posting articles on life issues along side with poems and write ups from other people.

Thank you for always viewing this blog, God bless you.

So if you have any article, poem or story etc. that you would want me to post on here kindly email me on precybaba@gmail.com.

Status Quo Part 1

So many times I've been in situations that I would just want to spark and blow my top because people do things the same way over and over again, people are too conventional.I know that here in Africa, we have this belief in tradition, we believe in things being done in a particular method. For instance each tribe has its methods to cooking, it's style of dressing, it's mode of singing and all. But aren't we bored of doing things the same way every time ?
I call myself an anomaly. Why? Because I believe that things should be done differently and we should not be too conventional about things and with the way we do things. I believe that I am a deviation from the common goal, I don't know if I have people who think like I do. But if I do, I'll be soo happy.Anytime I think about this particular topic I remember the Disney movie, High School Musical. It is about a basketballer ..... I don't think I should explain the movie, for I assume everyone has watched it , if not please go and do so. So as I was saying, there was a part in the movie that a song was sung about sticking to the status quo, about sticking to what you are and the group you belong to and all.


It took people like Troy, Gabriella and that chef guy etc to change this caveman attitude that we can always diversify and break the status quo. Who says that a jock can't be a singer and a geek or let me say book worm can't dance.There are a lot of things that we hold on to, like talents and all that we hide because we are afraid of what people would say or think of us , or what it would make us look like. That should not be our mindset, we should always be free with who we are and learn to do things differently. For the people that know me y'all know that I like to do things differently and I am usually tagged as weird and not normal. But until we learn to break from the status quo, progress might be a fable.

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HOW TO BE A NIGERIAN CAR OWNER

So I saw this hilarious post on car ownership and I just had to show you guys. Enjoy.....

" I write a lot about cars in Nigeria for two reasons. First, cars are one of leading causes of death in Nigeria – we are reported to have the second highest road traffic fatalities in the world. Second, and more importantly, because in Nigeria, a car is often the most visible evidence that God has listened to your prayers, looked favourably upon the tithes in your pastor’s pocket, and blessed your hustle.

If you grew up in lower to middle class Nigeria, you will remember when that neighbour bought his first second-hand car, to the fascination and envy of the entire neighbourhood. He parked it outside his house with an L sign hanging awkwardly from the number plate. Sometimes there was no number plate yet. No matter how used the new car looked, it always smelled new when you went close. And as far as your neighbour was concerned it was new. His children acquired a new swagger and waved more than normal whenever they were heading out in the car. In the back seat, they looked like stolen kids saying their last goodbyes. You envied them. You too wanted to inhale the heady scent of newly delivered second-hand cars. The children did not come out for football for one or two days after that and some of the other kids wondered if this disappearing act was a newly acquired superiority.

Many years later you have gotten that JO, better than what your parents had. You have not only bought one second-hand car, but have changed it to one so clean it could pass for new. Maybe your faith was even big enough for your hustle to produce a brand new Korean car. A Kia. A Hyundai. I rejoice with you. It is important however to acquire the attitude of one whose hustle has been blessed. This article will help you do that.

It used to be fashionable to clip your car keys to the rest of your house keys and let them dangle from one of your fingers – the car key would always be unmistakable, the largest with black plastic. I know how enjoyable the jiggling of keys is, but the era of that massive bunch of keys containing everything including the key to the kitchen store is over. Dead. Try it now and you will just look like a commercial taxi driver. Even if after work, on your way home in the outskirts of the city, you carry a few passengers, you do not want anyone to call you a taxi driver. Separate your house keys from the car key. Any car that still has a different key for the boot is a car you want to change. If you still have that type of car, this is the time to stop reading, go on your knees and beg God to bless your hustle with an upgrade to something that has only one multifunction key.

When you disembark from your car you need to hold that single key in your right hand in a way that is partly visible. That way when someone wants to shake you, they can see you move the key from your right to your left hand. They will see that single multifunction key and have no doubt what work God has done in your life. When you are in a public place or visiting someone, place the key on the table right by your smartphone.

When you arrive at an event and you can’t flaunt your single key, complain about not finding a place to park. Moan about having to park far away. When someone says they saw you buying something or eating, or strolling – any activity where your ownership of a car may be in doubt – quickly add that oh, you were just returning from the mechanic or the car wash. However, you don’t want to use the mechanic line too often lest people think your car is the type that always gives you problems. That would be disastrous for your reputation. Only people with poverty hangover constantly complain about mechanics. The car wash line however, says something about the sophistication of your hustle.

While I have advised before to cover your car in church stickers, this may be running out of fashion. It is fine in the first two weeks of the year to declare it to be your ‘year of anointing’ or your ‘year of unsurpassed success’. But after that it gets old. I will tell you what is cool these days, especially if you live in Abuja: stickers from foreign universities. Nothing says ‘God has blessed my hustle in the long term’ like a sticker from say, Harvard. Even if you went there for a two-week course. And it does not have to be Harvard. It can be from some unknown monotechnic in Eastern Europe or Asia. Once Nigerians know it is not from Nigeria, your respect will grow. Whether from America or Kazakhstan, a foreign trained graduate is a foreign trained graduate.

(If you have kids and drive say a Toyota Sienna Bus, acceptable stickers include: MY CHILD IS A STAR STUDENT. Because a bumper sticker about your child on a spacious Sienna says to the person driving behind: ‘I have done something useful and unselfish with my life. What about you?’)

As a car owner it is important not to leave fellow Nigerians guessing about which of the gods actually blessed your hustle. This is where a hanging rosary comes in. Whether cross or chasbi, hang it on the rear view mirror so that anyone who takes a look will know whether your God is the one who gives many mansions or the one who gives virgins. A rosary serves many purposes:

1. Protection against car accidents

2. When protection fails and you need to say last prayers
3.  Protection against car theft
4. In case a religious riot breaks out, there is a 50% chance the people burning cars will be your spiritual brothers and will spare your car

It doesn’t not matter that half the time during road rage you will be saying “bastard”, “your father”, “idiot”, “ubanka” or “uwaka” right there in the presence of God. The Nigerian God knows how drivers can be. S/he will understand.

Most importantly however, and especially when you are able to buy that tear-rubber Korean car, when someone congratulates you on getting a new car, say: Na God. You want to show gratitude for the blessing of your hustle. Even if you run a criminal enterprise, the more you credit God with your success and thank him/her for it, the more your hustle is blessed. Because nothing, whether criminal or otherwise, happens without the consent of God. If S/he lets you get away with it, be thankful. You never know, one day you may find yourself flaunting a Range Rover Sport or something cool like that."



Culled from Elnathan's Dark Corner