All posts tagged: New York City

Faith: I Gave Maria My Gloves!

One cold November evening after work I stopped to speak to a homeless lady who usually sits close by my office, at this time our conversations are frequent. Some loose and not so loose change, some coffees, turkey sandwiches and a few chocolate chip muffins, have also been common givings during our frequent catch-up-sessions. However this particular November evening it was really cold and I had my pair of thick, woolly, creamed-coloured H&M gloves in my bag. I had every intention of putting on my very warm gloves, but never got round to actually taking them out of my bag by the time I caught up to Maria sitting at her spot. With our usual pleasantries exchanged and a brief (yet always the same) Q&A, I offered to buy Maria her usual coffee with one sugar and half & half. As I handed her the coffee I heard God say “give her your gloves.” I laughed Him off, “like yeah right”, and insisted that my body turned in the direction that led to home. I …

Finance: Becoming Internationally Aware

As I write, I really miss the convenience of frequenting my local nail shop & having my nail technician back home do my nails [see below]. So being new and excited about New York, sometime ago I decided to get my nails done. I went into the shop, which looked really nice and made my enquiries. As there was a long wait I decided that it would better that I get my nails done the following day. The next day came, I walked into the shop smiling and left annoyed! In America you must learn that tax isn’t included in the price you see and there’s this notion that one must pay a gratuity tip of 15% – 20% of the price. Let’s do some maths: If my nails, according to the leaflet, cost $40.00, tax was $2.00 and tip was $6.10, how much money did @OlayideM regrettably depart with? Now this is what happened: So I greeted my technician, sat down and presented my DIY nails – this is when I should have been bold …

Faith: Church, Brunch & the Blind Man Part 2

If you’re just joining me on this eventful recital of  DearSunday: CCF, Brunch and the Blind Man, then catch up on Part 1 here. Sunday 15th September 2013 continued: As I embarked on my A Train journey back home I realised that I hadn’t eaten all day! My first thought was to call my room mate to find out if she wanted to see some sites and get something to eat. After minutes of more misplacement, this time in the Subway trying to find the exit *sigh*, guess who I saw? My room mate and the other girls! Where were they heading? TO BRUNCH! The Lord heard my stomach rumble and answered my thoughts! We ate at Hotel Chantelle, bearing in mind this was an after 2pm Brunch we had to show ID to get in – to eat breakfast? Not that it bothered me, I just thought it interesting. I liked the food, although the girlies weren’t convinced and questioned the stability of our server – the atmosphere was pleasant and I was full …

Faith: Church, Brunch & the Blind Man Part 1

HI! I’m back with another #TBT (#ThrowbackThursday) edition…no not because it was intentional, but because I’ve been ever so lazy with my blog (amongst many other things), and it seemed ok that this post could be considered as a throwback…I mean the events mentioned in this post took place almost 8 WEEKS AGO! (*side eye*)… so here it goes! Sunday 15th September 2013: With every intention of getting to church on time, I got to church late – shame! But Sunday 15th September 2013 was a God-designed day – as with every day, but this day I acknowledged His brilliance! I went to Christ Crucified Fellowship for the first time, taking the A Train [which seemed like the longest train journey ever!] and almost an hour late I contemplated getting off the train and heading back home! Life Thought: Isn’t it interesting that a place seems far when you’ve never been there or have no idea where it is you’re going and then all of a sudden doubt settles in? I was glad that I stayed …

Life: When #Starbucks spells your name wrong… *sigh*

I’ve been in New York for just about four weeks now and my Starbucks habit has reached new heights and I’ve noticed something – I tend to sigh, a bit too loud, whenever I’m asked for my name. No matter how much I enjoy a frapp [with soya/soy milk ] here and there and I understand what it is the people at Starbucks are trying to do, it frustrates me when the person behind the counter brings out his or her pen to write my name on a cup. You see my name sounds one way and is spelt another – so having to spell my name on a daily basis has me sighing. The real reason for sighing is because I sincerely dislike people spelling my name wrong, especially when I’ve spelt it out. It really isn’t that hard. Apart from spelling my name wrong, people then become hit wonders within seconds by remixing my name with their pronunciations, be it that I’m in the UK or in America, it seems to be a …

Life: Psalm 139

Psalm 139: 13-16: “…Like an open book you watched me grow from conception to birth all the stages of my life were spread before you, The days of my life all prepared before I even lived one day…” [The Message] This ideally should have been posted on the 19th August 2013, but no Internet access and living arrangements didn’t permit me to…so here it goes. 19th August 2013: Having been in America for a week, I was anxious about meeting other Mountbatten students, although I was also very excited by it all, I still had no idea what to expect. Even though I’ve prayed and continue to pray about my time in America, I can’t help but to wonder about it all, then I’m reassured that indeed God has it all figured out. Making my way from New Jersey to New York was an experience, with my eyes wide open I took in the scenery around me. My ears were also open as wide as my eyes to the advice being given by my aunt …