Hello everybody! TGIF! I’m so excited for the weekend. It’s not like I have anything to do (those of you that want to come and take me out, yaas!) but the idea of the weekend makes me happy. Plus my Aunty is baking chocolate and fruit cake and I get to eat the shavings, there is beans in my plate and God is still faithful. Joy!

So like I said sometimes ago, Embellished is here. About 20 or so stories, all inspired by real life events or stories I heard in law school. Some of them are my personal experiences (if you know me, you would know which), others are the experiences or thoughts of my friends. Some are based on juicy gist I heard and others, I just looked and added imagination to what my eyes were seeing or what my ears were hearing at the time. I won’t say which is which.ūüėĀ

There are two poems or so, I’m not sure. Names are not real. Actually, names are real in the sense that I used my friends’ names in all the stories. However, in some stories, names are completely fictional. In one story though, name is real and event is also real. With his kind permission, of course.

So, this is just introduction, stories would come in on Sundays (because that was the day I was born) and Thursdays (just because I love Thursdays!).

I’m a learner at the writing game. I do not know how to craft sophisticated stories. I do like gist though. So look at my stories with kind eyes and don’t criticize me unless it would make me a better writer.

That said, I look forward to sharing some stories with y’all. Have a great evening people!

Ciao Clandie Chi.


Government workers and Drama.

Hello people! Hope y’all are having yourselves a nice day.

So far (it’s just been three days), Court attachment has been good. Tfare has been hmmm… A friend of mine told me of these buses that convey staff to and from different locations. She actually suggested the buses from NYSC office which is opposite my court but it was late and I decided to join the one which actually belonged to the court. My people, I sincerely regret!

First of all, issues with seating as there were too many people and not enough seats. I was quite early and the people in the bus told me to come in. I got in and sat but I was willing to stand if necessary because I actually do not like negative drama.

Now the people in the bus! Those that will be speaking igbo to you just because you look igbo or because they heard your name is Chioma. Those that want to ‘mistakenly’ flirt because they think they have seen JJC that they can say anything to. Monkeys. Then the mother you find in every place who was in this situation, willing to let me sit on her laps rather than have me come down from the bus. Then of course the very loud man with a potruding tummy and very big head who is Igbo and refers to everyone as nna. One of them even told his fellow brother to ‘hold me tight’ because I was his ‘nwannne’… Uncle please, I do not know you, neither do I know him. Let’s hold nothing and no-one but ourselves tight!

Should I talk about the different smells? No. Let’s save your imaginary noses.

Anyway, I got to my dormot (bus stop) safe and sound. I had to carry someone on my laps but who cares? I’m in my bed now and I didn’t spend as much money as I normally would so, fine by me.

I have a feeling I would see some crazier stuff while on externship and God be my Helper. I am also going to look for other alternatives to avoid any further altercations.

Goodnight people… Sleep in view for me.

Ciao, Clandie Chi.

PS: This post is for yesterday. Just discovered this morning that I didn’t publish… Enjoy anyway.


Hello everyone!

My externship started today at the High Court of the Federal Capital Territory. I was a bit scared and nervous about it but all’s well that ends well.

My judge is this really cool man, strict but not wicked. Very helpful, very courteous and polite. The registrars were also very nice. I had a swell time.

So what’s externship? It’s our own internship, a bit different in the sense that you are not paid and you are not expected to do much more than observe and learn because you are not yet qualified to do the real work. Compulsory for us to get the certificate, wig and gown and all the other things we get after law school.

Today went well but a little gist…

My uncle dropped me off at the court and I was to find my way back home. So here I am, with my court having dismissed us a bit earlier than we all expected and I have no idea how to get home! Like, I didn’t notice know road.

So I sat in court for like an hour trying to figure myself out and wait for my friend to come and do some magic. He did and with the help of Google Map, we were able to figure out how to get me home.

Tfare as usual in Abuja was outrageous and ridiculous. But na we get ground, so no biggie.

Do I miss law school? Yes. But I saw some of my friends at court today, was kinda exciting.

Today’s my Grandma’s birthdayūüéā. So go get yourself some cake on account of her. Lots of cheer people. ūüėĀ

Ciao, Clandie Chi.

No Title.

It’s been so so long, like super long and I have missed being here. I like the idea of blabbing to my phone and letting other people read it so yeah, I have missed this place.

Well, why did I go away? Yours truly lost her phone. Couldn’t get another one for an insanely long time. And this is weird, money kept coming in and so did things that needed doing and that’s how I went more than a year phone-less. Well I got a phone now!

I’m in Law School, like the almighty Nigerian Law School, Bwari Campus. I’m done with lectures and ooh! How I would have loved to talk and rant and cry about it here but being phone-less, I was doing the journal thingy. Writing it down manually. I will still tell some stories sha.

Yeah, so while in school, I started writing these short stories based on true life people and happenings in law school and I would be sharing some of them. I called them Embellished, cos they are true but so twisted they have become fiction. I look forward to that.

I have missed blog space, small as it is with the very small number of followers I have but I love y’all and I have missed being here. How many times have I said that?

Ciao, Clandie Chi.

PS : Just a recent picture because for a while, even I forgot what I looked like. Hehehehe. It’s not clear but it’s the thought that counts.

Night Time

Oh¬†yeah!¬†It’s¬†night¬†for 2016..

After all is said and done, all is assessed and criticized, 2016 was a beautiful year for me.

I¬†started¬†the¬†year¬†fighting¬†God¬†and¬†determined¬†to¬†part¬†ways¬†with¬†Him.¬†I¬†was¬†certain,¬†He¬†would¬†let¬†me,¬†He¬†didn’t.¬†So¬†although 2016¬†might¬†have¬†seen¬†me¬†at¬†my¬†moral¬†and¬†spiritual¬†lowest¬†points,¬†it¬†also¬†saw¬†me¬†at¬†my¬†best.¬†It¬†saw¬†me¬†deliberately¬†do¬†bad¬†stuff¬†but¬†it¬†saw¬†me¬†turn¬†away¬†too.

2016 saw me crushing. It saw me loving. It saw me losing. It saw a lot of secret giggles and tears. It saw friends that literally lifted me up. It saw people who became landmarks. Good, bad and terribly ugly landmarks.

2016¬†saw me¬†discover¬†God’s¬†stubborn¬†righteousness.¬†I¬†won’t¬†say¬†it¬†saw¬†me¬†loving¬†myself because¬†I¬†have¬†always¬†loved¬†myself.¬†It did¬†see¬†me¬†become¬†less¬†selfish¬†though.

2016….¬†I¬†graduated.¬†I¬†got¬†a¬†job.¬†I¬†got¬†into¬†something¬†that¬†put¬†a¬†restriction¬†on¬†the one¬†thing¬†I¬†told¬†myself I¬†would¬†do¬†once¬†I¬†graduated.¬†Don’t¬†worry¬†boo,¬†wherever¬†you¬†are,¬†whoever¬†you¬†are,¬†I’ll¬†recognize¬†you¬†when¬†I¬†see¬†you.¬†At¬†the¬†right¬†time.¬†Until then,¬†I’m¬†gonna¬†be¬†making¬†sure¬†you¬†see¬†Proverbs 31¬†when¬†you¬†see¬†me.

Many times this year, I listened. So I heard. Give this out, accept this request, stop talking to this person.

Goodnight 2016.¬†You¬†were¬†beautiful.¬†But¬†I¬†know¬†2017¬†will¬†be¬†way¬†hotter.¬†I’m¬†in¬†for the¬†fun¬†ride.

Ciao, ClandieChi.


Hello people… today I’m celebrating an amazing friend of mine. Some months back, we were talking about poetry and I asked him to share one of his poems. He did.

I like to call this The Backslider’s Poem. it is a call to come back home. It is especially for believers (yea, cos it’s all about Jesus). You will see what I mean as you read through, so please do.



Hey you…
When was the last time we spoke?
We’ve walked together all this while
Yet our hearts remain miles apart
You used to be my carbon-copy, my facsimile
You once held the key to my heart
Please tell me this is all a joke

Hey, can you hear me…?
How are we so close and still so distant?
I so long to experience those times again
When our hearts melted for each other
And our bond was strong and unfeigned
When we were best of friends ‚Äď more like brothers
I can‚Äôt just imagine this is happening ‚Äď I can‚Äôt

Hey, listen to me…
How did we let this get out of hand?
I’d tell you what happened to us
You abandoned me for those ‚Äėdogs‚Äô ‚Äď yes you did
You let my voice wane and like a virus
They have eaten up your conscience ‚Äď sordid!
Oh, that you heeded my warning beforehand

Hey, talk to me…
When are you coming back? Today?
I have terribly missed you
You know you’ve been away since December
Please talk to me, tell me you miss me too
Return to your body ‚Äď that‚Äôs our home remember
So what do you say?

Hey, let me remind you…
Our union is so potent ‚Äď you remember yeah?
You know you can’t conquer the world alone
You know you’re just a mind, a soul
And guess what, you belong to me ‚Äď you‚Äôre my very own
So return home anyhow ‚Äď no worries we‚Äôd be whole
And let‚Äôs conquer the world again ‚Äď year after year

Hey, it’s me…
It’s your spirit speaking
Your body and I are waiting…

So there, hope you enjoyed that and got the message. Happy birthday Uzo… thanks for sharing.

Ciao, ClandieChi.

In a fix.

I should,
Stop twisting the gospel to find a better fit for me
Yea, it’s technically legal but is it spiritually appropriate?
Hiding behind a smile and
Sinning in the shadows and
On and on in an outward show of extremism
But with an inward life of negativism.

Still He loves and gives and waits.
Not because I deserve it,
Or cos I am the best person to receive it.
Not because I deserve it,
Or cos I am the best person to receive it.

I’m always fighting His love
Loving the things of old
Old ways that seemingly irresistibly I
I choose to drown myself in
Inward bleeding, outwards giving
Giving off fakies that I’m fine
Finely fading away
Away into the oblivion that is a life without Christ.

Cos I set my own standards
And so lost I, my ID card
Ignored the mirror of His word
That held the description of his wards
Supposedly running the Christian race
But surely falling out of grace

I should,
Stop twisting the gospel to find a better for me
Yes, It’s technically legal but is it spiritually appropriate?
Hiding in the shadows and
Smiling in sin and
Off and off from the pearl gate
May I not stay off till it’s too late.

Inspired by Janette Iks and 1 Corinthians 6:12. Have a great day y’all.

Ciao ClandieChi.