Assignment 1.

3,000 words ( +/- 10% = 2,700 - 3300 words)??? Seriously???

I had dreaded this. Assignment deadline week.

As you already know, I'm on the Organizations and HR Management module, and the first assignment is due on Sunday.
The assignment is about comparing the functions of strategic human resource management in two countries (mine and another). But why do I have to do that in 3,000 words? A 150 or less is just fine!
I can't sustain a prose for that long, Little wonder my blog post are pretty short...straight to the point.

It pretty much reminds me of the testimony sessions in my church. Don't get it wrong, I'm all for testifying that you slept on Saturday night and woke up on Sunday morning. Believe me it's a huge deal and a miracle, as life, a gift, some say is short, and life in Lagos, others say is shorter. But coming forward to testify in a time constrained service (as you've got lots of people, waiting to testify), taking 35 minutes to dance around the topic of having a pimple and telling us that on Sunday morning the pimple had disappeared...No. Have you been in such situations?

After reciting Philipians 4:13 for about 150 times, I eventually summoned the courage to begin the assignment on Friday with a deadline submission on Sunday.
Mistake. Big mistake.
I couldn't get pass 135 words on Friday. I tried really hard, didn't sleep a wink the whole of Friday, but the best I could get to on Saturday morning was 161. At this point depression was silently creeping in. How would I hit 3,000 words in less than 24 hours? Or should I just type:

Strategic Human Resource Management is at it's infancy stage innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Africa.

That would get me to 3,000 words in no time. Right?

I quickly called a dear friend living close by...didn't have the nerve to drive to her place. I was restless, antsy and everything curdled in lethargy. I took a bike and was in her home in no time. She had been in my shoes years ago and knew exactly how frustrated I had been . She was super generous with her ideas and advise...a glimmer of hope. But it was short-lived as the second I got home, all super-charged to get back to the paper, I experienced a writer's block.
I sincerely couldn't type another word. I couldn't think. I struggled to 1,313 words and THAT WAS IT. FULL STOP.
My head was banging, heart palpitating. I needed help.

I remembered Mr Hubby was super smooth hours before, talking about love in action...those words pleased me like an unnecessary lavish gift. So I asked Mr Hubby;

'How about putting all this ya love to action? Oya, come and help me cross all the T's and dot all the I's. I can't think anymore amd my head is aching.' 

'Eheya. Sorry o. Just that?' He asked.

'Just that.' I said.

Mr Hubby swung into action at 6pm. He didn't look away from the laptop until way past midnight! Over 6 whole hours! He also tried to stay up till 4am when I finally submitted the paper.
You know, besides going straight to my mum, years ago to ask for my hand in marriage (without asking me first...no time), this, over 6 whole hours editing my paper? is one of the many coolest things from Mr Hubby. :-)

And yes! At 4am on Sunday morning, I finally submitted my first assignmemt with 2,702 words.
I assure you, at that time of the morning, deprived of sleep, they were sensible words.

Till next week Sunday (God willing)...Family, Friends...they're everything.