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Sunday, 13 December 2015

Childhood Tales: The Girl Guides Experience

Lovely weather tonight and it reminds me of the girl guides training centre. One of the memories I hold so dear is my Girl Guides camping experiences. As the saying goes, once a guide, always a guide.

Girl Guides taught me quite a number of things. Firstly as a ten year old, I had never lived on my own. I still remember when my Stella of blessed memory (Last Friday marked exactly five years she was returned to dust ) would drop me off at the training center. Surrounded by weeds and trees, the Girl Guides training center seemed to have been the only building in the forest if I'm allowed to put it that way. You saw no lights and heard no sounds except for that of birds chirping and perhaps wild animals. Once a while you were lucky to hear the sound of a car.
The thought of running away never for once occurred to me. This was a boarding house experience devoid of seniority. We were all Guides. The junior didn't have to sleep on the top bed. Allocation of beds was based on first come first served basis.

There was no indication that there were seniors and juniors. We were all sisters, even the seniors pampered the younger girls.

They allowed me to go camping because my Stella was once a guide and beside my uniform, I became the owner of her guides uniform with all the badges she had earned.

Give me a G: G
Give me a U: U
Give me an I:I
Guides are smashing, guides are cool.....

As we trek along together, shall we sing a song...
love, love, love and sorrow who knows what comes tomorrow,  love, love as we trek along..

Oh I have an Aunty
An Aunty Monica...

There were cheese,
Cheese, cheese to make the mice go round....

Legon Girl Guides are coming
Will you give way for them ohhhh.....

Midnight feasts in Elsie dormitory or Ruby dorm( I only slept in these two dorms each time I went camping) Entertainment( Saturday night),  fun day out.
You ate the food whether you wanted to or not. A sense of owning your own stuff and being responsible. I guess you've got to learn to be a lady....

There my writing began.
Turning my Girl Guides camping experiences into fiction( They were deemed crap in those days as i littered the place with papers covered with things i had written and today I write just more than camping  experiences).

I miss wearing that blue dress with my enrollment badge on the left side of my chest. My red scarf: yes my company was known for wearing red scarf and spotting my black combat shoes. One of the things I would always remember: the lessons I learned and I miss those days.
Reminiscing on my childhood days with love from the Ghana Girl Guides Training Center. I' m wondering if my Girl Guides teacher is still alive but I sincerely hope she is.

#Childhood Memories
#Girl Guides stories






Saturday marked my sister's   special   day.
Congratulations @Mancee Adiku.

Photo source: Anita Erskine 

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

Cuties Readerfeast : Thank You!

Last Saturday, 5th December,  the Cuties Readerfeast team was at Okwampa  near Bawjiase in the central region   where we hosted one hundred children to a Readerfeast.

We started off with a screening and registration session for participants aged six to fourteen years from Okwampa  and its   surrounding villages.

With one volunteer leading all the children  and taking them through a phonetic  refresher session using fun methods such as phonetic songs and rhymes,  the children were eventually placed in appropriate   groups depending on their ages, class and their ability to read.  The team comprising eight  volunteers took the children through a two hour reading clinic. The children   were later assessed  to enable the team find out the level of impact made on them. Those who were able to do the task assigned to them were rewarded. The clinic was followed by a feasting segment where the children were fed. Every child went home with a souvenir to constantly   remind them of the   Readerfeast experience .

A few weeks ago, I learned   about  investing in the   Kingdom of God and thought  I   would put this into practice. Thank you to the almighty   God for making   this a dream come true.

A special  acknowledgement   to  a man who believes in investing in  children regardless of of their geographical location: Rev. Ankrah. He  was on a mission   to spread the good news of Christ to people in Okwampa  as well as its neighboring villages and gave the Cuties Readerfeast   team the platform  to hold this event.

Thank you to EPP books services and to everyone   who supported   us. Through  donations, rendering of services,  I cannot   mention everyone   but I want you   to know that I truly   appreciate   your support   and   donations.

It was such a joy  seeing the smiles on the faces of these children.
It felt like  we had put some sunshine in their  lives.
Every child in Ghana, deserves to have access to story books. They deserve to be able to speak and read English regardless of their geographical location. Cuties Readerfeast, is a foundation  which is solely dedicated   to   helping a rural child  read and speak English. Though we may not have been   able to provide all of the  needs of these children,  we are glad we achieved  our goal: 'to put sunshine   in the   life of a rural child.' It's our pledge to do so at Cuties Readerfeast.

In all, we had a good Readerfeast.
Thank you to those amazing kids.
Thank you Okwampa village.







Like every dream, this has been quite challenging   as well but
on this journey,  some people have been  God sent. 
Thank you   to my Saturday   team of volunteers and for everyone who was there doing one thing or the other to ensure a successful event. You guys   were amazing!

Monday, 7 December 2015

Cuties Readerfeast: Thank You!

Last Saturday, 5th December,  the Cuties Readerfeast team was at Okwampa near Bawjiase in the central region   where we hosted one hundred children to a Readerfeast.

We started off with a screening and registration session for participants aged six to fourteen years from Okwampa and its   surrounding villages.

With one volunteer leading all the children  and taking them through a phonetic  refresher session using fun methods such as phonetic songs and rhymes,  the children were eventually placed in appropriate   groups depending on their ages, class and their ability to read.  The team comprising eight  volunteers took the children through a two hour reading clinic. The children   were later assessed  to enable the team find out the level of impact made on them. Those who were able to do the task assigned to them were rewarded. The clinic was followed by a feasting segment where the children were fed. Every child went home with a souvenir to constantly   remind them of the   Readerfeast experience .

A few weeks ago, I learned   about  investing in the   Kingdom of God and thought  I   would put this into practice. Thank you to the almighty   God for making   this a dream come true.

A special  acknowledgement   to  a man who believes in investing in  children regardless of of their geographical location: Rev. Ankrah. He  was on a mission   to spread the good news of Christ to people in Okwampa  as well as its neighboring villages and gave the Cuties Readerfeast   team the platform  to hold this event.

Thank you to EPP books services and to everyone   who supported   us. Through  donations, rendering of services,  I cannot   mention everyone   but I want you   to know that I truly   appreciate   your support   and   donations.

It was such a joy  seeing the smiles on the faces of these children.
It felt like  we had put some sunshine in their  lives.
Every child in Ghana, deserves to have access to story books. They deserve to be able to speak and read English regardless of their geographical location. Cuties Readerfeast, is a foundation  which is solely dedicated   to   helping a rural child  read and speak English. Though we may not have been   able to provide all of the  needs of these children,  we are glad we achieved  our goal: 'to put sunshine   in the   life of a rural child.' It's our pledge to do so at Cuties Readerfeast.

In all, we had a good Readerfeast.
Thank you to those amazing kids.
Thank you Okwampa village.










Like every dream, this has been quite challenging   as well but
on this journey,  some people have been  God sent. 
Thank you   to my Saturday   team of volunteers and for everyone who was there doing one thing or the other to ensure a successful event. You guys   were amazing!




Thursday, 3 December 2015

Cuties Read A Book Fete

Do you know not every child of school going age who is in school, can speak, read or understand English in Ghana?

Yet they always have to sit for the same basic exam as city pupils though in the rural areas, access to story  books is still a distant dream.

The Cuties Readerfeast train, will be at Ekuampa a village near Bawjiase in the Central region for a two hour Readerfeast on Saturday 5th December at 2pm.

A special thank you to everyone who has supported us thus far. I value and appreciate all the love, donations and support.

Thank you to Rev.Paa Nii Ankrah for believing in my dream and giving me the CCI platform to do this.

Cuties Readerfeast: helping put sunshine in the life of a rural child
I pledge.....

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Raindrop

I think you'd like this story: "Raindrop" by Puppishgirl on Wattpad http://w.tt/1QSSz9M. Get the app now: https://www.wattpad.com/download

Friday, 27 November 2015

I'm A Leaf....

Can't read me,
get my user guide.
Always laughing,
even in my darkest time,
no one takes me seriously because I probably hide behind a mask.
'Tough girl' issues but I cry too.
In my alone time,
I will think about that situation.
I may not show it,
but I'm human too.
I may not let you see the tears but I cry
I may not ask you
I may not mention it because I learned to stop whining and nagging.
Yes someone taught me to be tough.
I may not say it but deep inside,
my mind is made up and overlook flaws especially when you are not 'a take home trophy'
If I'm not asking doesn't mean I'm ignorant
I'm only trying to act civil about it.
Mean or not.
There's someone in the world that has never been mean to me.
Never!
It may have taken over a year to realize it but it makes me remember that there's always that one person who would never want to crumple that leaf.
I didn't go icy...
I just grew to choose only those
who deserve to have a drink with me.
Celebrate my worth..
I'm a leaf
I can be green
I can wither....
I ain't wasting time on 'you'
Out of the loop..
Watch it fall apart
I'm a leaf
I just fell off the  tree.
I'm a leaf!!

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Screams From The Apple Tree...

If I could talk,
I would scream this out loud and clear.
If I could speak,
I would sing it out like a song and
if I could fly,
I would fly like a bird to perch on a building or a tree somewhere just to sing this to you.
Pick my apple...
They are sweet...
Pick my apple I won't ever trouble you again..
Pick my apple
I miss you...
Just pick it already...
Pick it like it is your lifeline
Pick it like you regret ignoring it
Pick it like a remorseful being
Life like the apple tree
Life like apples..
You can't choose who gets to pick you
Shit a brick...
I'm full of forgiveness...
Forgive the apple tree for screaming so loud.
It screams for a reason...
Screams from the apple tree! !!!!!









If you can't grasp  what's being taught, at least you can write some poetry. Just checking to see if my creative mind can still do poetry. 

...Its been so long. One novel: 'Raindrop' Oh sorry title has changed to 'My Favourite Romantic Novel' but cover hasn't changed yet, takes every free time I get....I've been out of touch with the world..I could live in a jungle right now with a tab, laptop and phone...call me weird....I'm boring...it's official!. Finally done.. I'm almost hitting 500 reads. Thank you to everyone. Read whilst it's still free..soon it will be removed leaving behind just a few chapters.


Thursday, 5 November 2015

Under His Eyes...

I will speak of your glory,
I will show forth your beauty, if I dance it won't be enough, if I shout it won't be enough.

For you are the great and mighty God
So worthy to be praised
You're beautiful for all situations.
You are the joy of the whole world.

'Mighty God by Joe Praize and the Soweto gospel choir.

When I think upon your goodness
and your faithfulness each day
I'm convinced it's  not because I'm worthy-
to receive the kind of love that you  give
but I'm grateful for your mercy
and I'm grateful for your grace
and because of how you've put out yourself,
I have come to sing this song out in praise

Imela, Imela

Okaka Onyekeruwa

Imela Imela Eze m Oh.

'by Imela by Nathaniel Bassey ; my thanks giving song.

I could sing a hundred of them right now because I'm bursting with joy. I'm  speechless. I'm lost for words. ...

I didn't come here to write about anything in particular,  I just came here to praise that man of Galilee who is ever so faithful.  A God who doesn't disappoint, a God who makes sure he does just what he says.

This afternoon,  something happened that could have changed my life's story.
Something that could have stolen my joy and left me questioning God for a while.

In that hour of receiving that call of distress and rushing to see a mini crowd. I remember I stood a few metres away from them wondering, why didn't you give me a sign? Even in my dreams,  when you do concerning the most minute things in my life. I was certain that death had visited my home.  I almost lost my Dad this afternoon.

I  just came to praise.
I  just came to worship.
I just  came to say thank you Lord.

This victory over death is not for me.
This victory  is not for my earthly father.
This victory is not for the prayer I said this morning.
This victory is for the God of all times ; we are under his eyes. 
God of Ruth, Hannah and now God of Elikem.
My redeemer has not only come through for me.
He has taken away my shame and disgrace; trust the rumour mill to have  made this a news headline for months.
I just came to say, thank you Jesus!













With appreciation to God almighty for his unfailing love.

Friday, 30 October 2015

Scars And Stars: Letter From Lem II

Dear Little Sister,

The last time, I was telling you about Errol and I. So after the doctor called to tell him to have more sex with me, he would still not touch me. We grew apart by the day. He still came home after 10 pm. By now I was becoming tired and could no longer drive. Errol did not own a car, he had never owned one in his entire life time.So he drove my car to work and back. Benefits of living with Lem I guess.

A week after the doctor had called him. I could not take it anymore, I decided to confront Errol. He lay beneath the sheets and the lights were off in our bedroom.  As usual I lay at my side of the bed and my back and feet hurt so much. I needed to take a pee, I struggled to get out of bed with so much effort.  When I glanced at Errol's side of the bed, I could see his phone light on. Meaning he was texting on his phone beneath the sheets. I struggled to get out of bed. I walked to the bathroom and back. This had been the life. I had done this all alone with absolutely no help from Errol. Errol was laying in that same position with his lights on when I returned from the bathroom.

I lay back on my side of the bed and began to cry. He didn't even bother to ask why I was crying. Little Sister, I had to let out all the hurt and pain I had been feeling for seven or so months. This is not what I had bargained for. Though prior to this time, I had been single and lonely, I never envisaged a time like this.  When I would lay beside a man but still weep. I learned that the tears I had cried as a single woman didn't even bring much pain like it brought me, living with a man.

When I was single, I  lay alone on my bed and felt lonely with no one to talk or laugh with. Now here I was, not alone yet feeling lonely. There's a difference between being alone and feeling lonely. You should not feel lonely in a relationship, when your man leaves you feeling alone and lonely, any other man who feeds your emotions can take his place easily. As women, we crave to be heard and listened to. No one was listening to me. At least not the man I wanted to listen to me. I got what I deserved I thought. I am so ugly. I'm not attractive anymore. I am not good for him. I am just a piece of rag; he stays in my house, comes after 10pm to sleep.  Never picks my call when he is out. Never calls me when he is out except if he wants to know what he would be having for dinner. He drives my car, eats my food, enjoys the comfort of my home and does not give a damn about me.

I had never felt more ugly. I got up again, turned on the lights and sat gazing in the mirror. I saw an ugly, unattractive me with a big baby bump. My tears flowed and I wiped them off with the back of my palm. When I managed to control myself and stop myself from crying I spoke up. 'Errol.' He did not respond yet I could see his phone light. 'Errol, I screamed. Why don't you just sit up and text. Do you have to hide beneath the sheets to do it? Don't you own the phone, why are you hiding beneath the sheets. Is it because of me, I won't mind. Afterall you have done this for months and I have never complained.'  Just then, he pulled off the sheets and sat up. 'What did you say?'  'I said feel free to use your phone and stop hiding beneath the sheets. Afterall you only come here to sleep, you don't stay here.'
'Listen to yourself' was all he could say. That night, I asked him why he stopped having sex with me. He told me sex was bad for him as a man working out. He needed more muscles and could not afford to loose them. I could not believe my ears.

First time I was hearing such a silly excuse. I made sure I told him how badly he had been treating me. He just looked on. Didn't say a word and went to sleep.  Again I was stunned by his whole attitude.  This man used to wake me up at night to convince me to marry him. I have not fully made him my husband, yet here he was, showing me his other side.
Little Sister , never let a man's actions make you feel less of a woman.  Never think you are ugly or unattractive because of how he treats you. Never belittle yourself because he chose to make you feel that way. If you find him cheating, just take it that it is for validation. Once you are doing it right, whoever you think is the reason behind it, it does not make you less of a woman. You are beautiful. It doesn't matter, be confident.  There's nothing more attractive than a confident woman. Keep doing it right.

Days on, each time I brought up the subject he would start an argument with me. On another visit to the doctor, he called Errol once again, to remind him of his duties as the man. Errol again agreed but never touched me. Little Sister, forget about forehead kisses, forget foot rubs, though I needed them most this time as my feet and back hurt, I did not get any of it.

The sweet Errol who would cook, clean and pamper me was gone. I had another Errol to deal with and get used to. Each time I tried to let us talk about issues, he would remind me that he is the man and I am the woman.
Don't forget to be a friend to your man. Sincerely Errol and I never really took time to be real friends. Yes being friends is a great start and a good start but don't suffocate yourselves.  I am talking about being friends not having sex. After the sex, one day, you will need the friends that you are to survive. 

One night I fell ill and was so weak. Errol got back as usual after 10 pm. He did not bother.  'That's part of being pregnant, get used to it.' He said to me. I lay ill for three days till my sister came to visit and took me to the hospital.Errol got back to find me in bed as usual and saw  my medication from the hospital.  'Did you go to the hospital? ' he asked me. 'Yes I did.' 'Didn't I ask you not to go to the hospital and that its part of being pregnant? ' I ignored him. This dude did not value me. He expected me to stay home and die am sure. I just kept taking my medication to get well for myself and my unborn baby.

By this time, I was beginning to lose all respect for Errol. He did not contribute a dime to the upkeep of the house. He just came and went. He even downplayed every single item I purchased for our unborn baby. He never bought a pin for the baby. Though I was hurting, I needed to be strong for my baby. I would do this damn the challenges.  I already started and it's almost over.

One night I needed to get some medication from the pharmacy as I had mistakenly stepped on one. I was about to find my way when he returned home as usual after 10. He offered to drive me to the pharmacy.  I waited for him in the car whilst he went to get the medication.
All of a sudden, I heard a loud noise from behind. Another car that had been trying to drive out of the parking lot had bumped into mine. I stepped out shaken because of my condition and the loudness of the noise. When my man stepped out of the pharmacy and saw a crowd had gathered, he walked to us and demanded to know what was happening. After telling him, he did not utter a word. He just asked me to shut up and get in the car right there infront of people.  I was lost for words. We began to argue whilst a few people tried to make him understand why I was standing outside instead of sitting in the car. I could have gotten hurt but he did not care. I eventually sat in the car because he mentioned the fact that I was trying to find trouble where there was none. Not even the daint on the car would stop this man from taking the side he had chosen.

Errol did not care and am sure he would not have cared less if something had happened to me. That night I began to wonder if I had 'a real man' for a man. My dear girl, a man who loves you will protect you at all times and not sell you out. Men are problem solvers, they feel a sense of satisfaction if they can protect their women. I did not have this in my man. Second time he had sold me out. Making me look bad infront of people even when others thought I was right. Don't be with a man who cannot guarantee your safety. A man has got to be a man. Again, every respect I had for this man began to melt away. Little Sister, a man who loves you, though has no money, will strive to buy you even the most cheapest of gifts. I had been with Errol and just realised he had never bought me a pin. Not even common airtime. All he did was take from me each time. A real man who is into you will buy you something because to him, you deserve more. Becareful when you are with him and its just you taking care of you. It isn't a good sign. He will probably buy gifts for some other woman, for now, you are not the right woman for him.

Real men are providers and protectors. I know you have a good career going on and are striving to achieve more. You do not need a man's money not less airtime from him but if you can think of buying him airtime when he is your man, there's  nothing wrong if he does same for you. Men display love by giving.  If you are not getting from him at all, you are in the wrong place. An effort to give you even when he doesn't have is the mark of a man who is into you.

I know you want to be a help mate and a good woman to him but please don't let him take advantage of it and don't misconstrue his 'I do not have' to be humility, love etc. No. He doesn't have but is probably affording flowers for someone else. Be vigilant my girl. Love dwells on giving amongst others. It is good to take care of your man. God bless all the sisters who are being supportive of their men. You are doing it right but to my single sisters be vigilant.

Open your eyes. Be sure that a man is into you not for your money before you rush things. Some are just looking for shelter, cars to drive, fat bank accounts and just looking to change their status.

After that incident, his constant treating me like a rag, his not caring attitude, I decided to kick him out of my house but not until I had confided in my friends. Their initial reaction,  stunned. They would not believe me.

Little Sister,  again, take your time. Do not rush it. Marriage is a long road. Take your time to know this man properly. Infact look out and be sure you are reading the signs properly. In the meantime, whilst you wait, I urge you to keep being the best version of you. Do not fake it like my Errol for any reason. Keep working on you. People are of the view that you do not need to prepare for marriage.  I personally think you do. If you prepare years to get called to the bar, to become a medical doctor or an expert in your chosen field, then I don't see how you cannot prepare to be a wife.  So keep reading, keep watching the movies, keep listening and do not take lightly the genuine stories of those who have been there, failed or succeeded.

Whilst you are still single, enjoy yourself. I know the lonely days will come but you will pull through it. I know there would be nights when you would cry but it is better to cry about a man you have not yet found than to cry over a man you find who does not meet your expectations in the end.
I will definitely conclude my story but I sincerely hope you are learning from my experience with Errol.
Stay strong single little sister, be bold, be confident, keep celebrating you.

Kind regards,
Lem
(Your big sister)



Friday Night, Peninnahs will be flaunting their bfs....Hannah will be observing...lol. This is for my dedicated team CRF. You guys are amazing. God bless you! !

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

The Peninnah Of Our Time

Have you ever seen or met a Peninnah in your life? Well, we all meet them at one time or the other.

Let me attempt a background description of Peninnah. Peninnah in the book of Samuel in the bible, was the rival of Hannah whom God blessed with children at the time when Hannah was still childless. Peninnah was Hannah's competitor, rival, challenger or call it whatever you want. (1st Samuel 1:2) Peninnah made Hannah realize she lacked something vital. She brought her to that awareness that she was lacking behind in the race and propelled Hannah to pray for her own blessing;  a child.

I have come to realize that, Peninnah's are not necessarily bad depending on how you choose to look at it. We all need them at some point.  I mean Peninnah is that person who forces you to do something that will change the world.  She forces you to identify your deficiency.  All she does is make you see yourself as inferior and lacking behind. Call her a bitch but she makes sure you know your place and act accordingly. She drives the nicest car and has the most handsome man on earth as a husband.  She is smart. She lacks nothing,  she is always on time in every aspect of her life.

Have you met your Peninnah yet?
The girl who, when she sees you talk to her husband will do nothing but give you a deadly stare. The one who will embarass you infront of people just because her husband mentioned your name in her presence.  The one who stops speaking to you just for the fact that her husband says a simple hi to you. The one who steals your man with a game ticket or the one who steals your husband with her big ass and forces you to get an ass job. She is the girl who has your dream man and forces you to do a proper assessment of yourself.

Peninnah can come in the form of a male too. The dude who makes you see what you don't have,  possesses it but won't let you have it without getting into your pants. Yes the one who makes you feel like, he has the world and you have to let him have his way with you just for a piece of it. He is the guy who owns your dream car and forces you to work harder to acquire one too.  He is that boss who constantly abuses or harasses you because afterall, you do not have what it takes to be your own boss and compels you to start your own company.

A Peninnah is pure competition.  She is there to challenge you. To make you feel shitty and quit being in your comfort zone. She brings you to that point where your patience is wearing thin. She calls you names and insults you for being deficient in a particular area. She is daring and heartless because she will do anything to make herself happy at your expense.  She knows she has what you lack and throws it in your face,  not caring if it drives you nuts or not.

How are you handling your Peninnah?

Peninnah, beware!
Hannah conceived after you challenged her. She too will become someone's mother. She would also become someone's wife.
She too will own that business some day and she too will be a world changer one day. Don't you over do it

A Peninah can be put to shame eventually because if he or she gets that thing, after the scoffing and mockery from you,  you will be embarrassed to see her blessed.

Are you letting her outshine you and letting yourself concede defeat? Or are you giving her a fair competition?  Whatever it is, learn to brace your Peninnah and let her role in your life yield positives no matter what. That is why she is a  Peninnah .




Inspired by a message by Rev Yalley. 

Someone brought me a..... three days ago..thanks a million.



Thursday, 15 October 2015

Patience Yields Results

So yesterday, one of the women most young women look up to, in my country finally walked down the aisle. Popular, a star, an achiever, surrogate mother to many and host of a show did not rush or enter into marriage in her twenties or early thirties as most women. Talk of the town, she made the headlines with what I would describe as a dream come true for most women.

Yes, most women have dreams of getting married.  Her story and long wait taught me a few lessons. Waiting for your seson of demand does require preparation.  Every man who desires to achieve a particular thing must learn to wait whilst preparation is on going. Your season must come to meet you fully prepped up for the journey ahead. Waiting is an inevitable part of mankind's journey. If you can't wait, you will end up settling for something less. You will end up with your alternative instead of your desired choice.

Is  there something you have been waiting for? Have you been patient or have you just opted for the other alternative ? Are you grooming yourself for that position that you are aiming at? Are you trying to make a small dot wherever you are though you have not gotten to your dream land yet? Or are you just accepting anything that comes your way because you feel time is running out?  Treasures are not discovered easily. Stars must beat others to rise up a star....In all of these, it takes a person who has patience  to wait for their morning.

I know your morning will definitely come.Do not settle for less,  be patient, it yields results!!






Had lots of people ask if I'm still writing.
Yes please I am.
I don't blog often because life just got busy;  writing everywhere. ..
Thank you for all the love and support.

Friday, 9 October 2015

The Withering Flower

A man's days are uncertain.
Today you are all strong, tomorrow you can barely make it out of bed or reply text messages or even answer calls.
That's where people regard it as arrogance or just ignoring them but behind every man's actions, there's a reason.

Early on today, I was trying to explain to a friend why I had not been replying his messages or picking his calls. I mean I try to reply but the issue is that's like a task to me. You will not understand but I do and you cannot comprehend it unless you  find yourself in a particular situation.

I just realized that we are like flowers,
we can wither at a point. Sometimes,  withering is inevitable.
So I agree with the scripture that says; 'teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.'
Do what you can and have to do whilst you still have the time and energy. Those are the little blessings of life that we often take for granted.

Is your situation like that of the withering flower?
Are you burdened with a certain load of care?
Today, I'm thinking that beneath that situation are little blessings that you can still count.
Talking freely, walking, sitting, writing etc. are some of life's blessings.
Don't wait till you cannot enjoy these blessings to realize what they are.
Start counting them now because there's someone wishing they had just that.






Sunday, 4 October 2015

Just Asleep In The Lord

       'Today, I'm free
       Today, I'm healed
       Today, I'm delivered
       Today, I'm flying with angels.'

I want  you to be strong,
Keep in mind that you have been called to run a particular race. I have finished mine. Don't forget that the owner of the field of life will demand an account once the race is over.
        Wipe your tears
        Be strong
        I just fell asleep in the Lord
        I'm resting well.






Busy weekend
Sad weekend
Depressing weekend but this is my assurance in christ.
You lived well
You departed this world beautifully
breathing in the Holy spirit
Your farewell ceremony was perfect
You are sleeping in a beautiful place
and just asleep in the Lord.
Rest well Mummys.

In memory of a Mum who fell asleep in the Lord five years ago on this day.
In memory of an Aunty who fell asleep in the Lord and  was laid to rest yesterday.
We love you.
Sleep well.

Friday, 25 September 2015

Even If It Takes Time....

So a few months ago, I decided to  cut my hair. First beginning with a perm cut and gradually, getting a lower cut (Like Men usually do). I remember how people held diverse views.  My Alice was the first to mention that I did not look pretty. Getting a lower cut had not been a part of the plan but situations compelled me to get it. If you are close to me, you probably know why. 

Over the months, I have watched my hair grow back slowly. I must admit that,  it is one of the worst mistakes I have ever made. At a point in time,  I regretted it. Gradually,  I have come to accept what cannot be changed.  I probably looked different but in the end its grown out of the short hair category.  I'm looking back and thinking getting a hair cut has taught me something. 

Sometimes in life, we decide to do something extraordinary and different from what we are known for. We make certain decisions, venture into new fields , do away with certain people, relocate to a new place, leave a particular job amongst others just to begin a new chapter.  Often, whilst on that new chapter, we look back on the past which looks  more appealing most of the time. It usually doesn't have the beauty of the one we leave behind. There comes a time when you are even tempted to go back.

This occurs in various areas of our lives; relationships, education,  employment etc. Today, I want to let you know that, the beginning of anything new is quite a task. Starting a new business isn't easy. Deciding to leave your relationship or relocate to a new place isn't easy. Yet, that is what you have to do to get where you are going. Damn the moments of regret and difficulty, you will pull through.  Just be patient. That is a virtue you cannot do without.

I have no idea what it you have set out to do but all I know is You can do this. No condition is permanent.  Keep going. Whatever it is you have set out to do, you can do it even if it takes time. You can't give up now, keep moving!







Friday Night....

Some hearts are bleeding and hurting tonight.
Some people cannot see a single star from where they stand but one thing is obvious, it is just a phase. Even if it takes time....With time, you will heal.
God comfort those who are mourning tonight and the entire weekend.
God comfort you like he did to Naomi when she lost her sons....Amen.!!

Thursday, 24 September 2015

A Feeling Or Another Pose For The Cameras?

Lately the trend has been that people take photos with their significant other either helping them put on their shoes or depicting a particular act of love or care. How do you not kiss your wife every day but choose to kiss her just to take photos? It really doesn't make sense.

When people are attracted to each other or in love, it is natural to want to make your partner feel comfortable and do stuff for them so it doesn't matter where you are. Whether in public or in private, you can't help playing with your wife's hair or kissing her forehead. 

In our part of the world, you see a woman struggling to carry shopping bags whilst her man walks comfortably beside her. (So annoying).  A woman carries a baby at her back and still holds two bags yet her husband walks beside her gorgeously. (Most annoying part is they are both chatting. ..wow!)

Elsewhere, In the Western world,  the act of treating women like a lady comes with being a man. Things  such as  holding out the door is just another duty or responsibility as well as
pulling chairs for a woman to get seated, helping a woman hang her jacket amongst others. You can't imagine pulling out your own  chair to sit down whilst on a date with a guy (If you are not my man, good for you! )

In our part of the world,  you hardly see men kiss women in public. Not even a peck, random forehead, hand kisses or holding each other.( Eeeerrrrmmm well I get it...culture it is!!) Holding out the door, pulling the chair amongst others is considered such a task by some dudes in this part of the world.  (Some  do  though. Bless the dudes  who do.)

Now what's this taking photos doing the Pda just for the camera's? (Mostly newly weds).  Why would you want to do that? My man has got to help me wear my shoes every day or help carry the shopping bags all the time whilst I walk gorgeously like a queen beside him every time I go shopping and he's available. He must not do it just for show.
Caring and loving someone is something that needs to come naturally from within unless you are acting. You don't just pose for the cameras because that's what is currently trending. No! Feel it...act it!

My sister told me the story of an elderly woman who was entering a pharmacy after a young guy of about eighteen entered. She was mad at the young man for not opening and holding out the door for her. She told the young man that, his duties as a man included- holding out the door for a woman irrespective of their age.
I think Mothers should teach their boys from home because  those are everyday things and not necessarily a preserve for people who like each other. A lady's got to be treated like one any day. (Bless all mothers who have done such a good job with their boys... I doff my scarf to you!) I also think that more men in our part of the world should  carry out such acts and do the pda often not just for taking pictures.  Pda should be a way of life else don't do it at all. (How do you just show off in pictures? )  Well just my personal opinion.














If treating women like ladies is a part of you...then this piece is for you.  You know yourself!!

Sunday, 13 September 2015

The Sun Will Shine Again

When the darkness lingers
and it seems to have lingered on longer
than you expect...
when there's a promise of sunshine
yet you never seem to see a ray of it..
When the pain becomes too much
your aches and hurt cannot be soothed or healed..
When the sun takes forever to rise
In that situation. ..
There lies a road
a road to freedom
a road to happiness
a road to a place of rest
a road to peace....
A caged bird will definitely break free one day...
In the hands of the enemies of man,
a man's strength is realized..
A quest that changes you..
Not now can you let your crown fall
What will happen?
The sun will shine again!!
















This piece is for my siblings

         and

My sister from another Mum.
I still remember how you walked to me when I was sitting with Alice. You said you would be my friend.  I did not know that it was a promise of friendship that would last beyond ten years.
We bicker,
we cry
we laugh
we even stop talking for hours.
Of course you live in Panama.
You know one thing I desire for you right?
A good man to make you his wife.
Happy birthday my lala.

Friday, 11 September 2015

Sometimes......

Sometimes it takes an irreversible mistake to awaken you from your slumber.
Sometimes it takes a bad experience to appreciate good times
Sometimes it takes a little stupidity to realise you could have done better.

Sometimes you have to encounter ugly people to appreciate what you have
Sometimes you walk a mile before regretting that pebble you did not pick up at the start of your walk
Sometimes you've got to have regrets to learn......
It just happens sometimes.



Errrrrmmm someone tell me why people still go to movenpick lounge on Friday nights.  Makes no sense if all tables have been reserved but are empty yet people have to stand around. Well,  just thinking aloud.

Friday Night....
Drink some wine, spend time with your favourite people....
Enjoy your weekend!

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Christian Brothers And Sisters!!

Everything that has a beginning does come to an end. It really doesn't matter what it is.  Day after day, christians strive to win souls for the Kingdom. Yes, one of the duties and responsibilities of a child of God is to propagate the gospel. We live life in awe of our creator and the fact that we won't live here on earth forever.

This is not my style but today, I want to touch on a very sensitive subject. I  have just noticed one thing about  certain christian brothers and sisters.  We all claim to be serving the same God but of course we do belong to different denominations and churches. Lately,  one is seen as an enemy once we do not belong to the same church or denomination.  Is this right in the sight of God? To the extent that men of God are fighting each other  and hating each other? The members are helping in the fight too. Of course if  your father detests a particular man of God it means you have to detest him too.

May I ask, aren't we all supposed to be serving the same God? Why the discrimination and division  at this time?

Some Christian brothers and sisters are doing a better job of scattering rather than gathering.  Some people will simply not go to church because of the so called attitude and behaviour of people who claim to be active in church. Too much gossip, too much backbiting,  too much discrimination, hypocrisy amongst others.  A Christian brother's attitude at home is different from his attitude at church. At church he's a saint. At home he's known as a really mean person. The same brother goes trying to win someone to church and he expects to achieve results? Really?

Some Christian brothers actually think they are better than others. Perhaps because they sing at church and the other just goes to listen to the word. Once they are church workers, they are better than the other who isn't. They act it, speak it and cease every single opportunity to make it known that they are better church brothers and sisters.  Please let me ask you, are you allowed to judge? Using the Bible as the standard for your life?

How can so called brothers and sisters ride in their cars to church or close from church and ride in their cars alone when others need a ride? Is that what the Bible intructs us to do? There are people in the church who need help yet there are people in the church who can offer them help but will never do it. What are we learning then?

These days, there's even discrimination inside the church.  A particular member is more dear to the church than another is. One brother is more important to the man of God than the other. Responses to members are based  on the level of the importance one attaches to the other. This is happening even in some churches?  Thought church was supposed to be a haven. Why should this be happening in the church?

My dear Christian brothers and sisters,  church is supposed to be a haven. Church is supposed to make people feel better.  Church is a place for repairing people.  Church is the place where people with no self worth go to acquire a sense of worth. Church is a place where the rejected can be accepted.  Can we stop with the hypocrisy or close down if we can't because then our purpose as Christians is being defeated. Win a soul and keep them,  don't win a soul only to drive them away. If you are a leader, be a father for all and do not discriminate. We are heirs of the Kingdom,  our role is to love one another. Let us make the impact of being Christian brothers and sisters be felt in a positive way. God bless all the Christian brothers and sisters who are doing it right. 

Friday, 4 September 2015

When They Go The Extra Mile.......

We live in times when we all need each other to carry us through to our destination. There's no one man in this world who would say they do not need anyone. We all need somebody. 

Most of the time, it counts to know someone because they facilitate things for us and make our lives easier.  A man cannot get married alone: he needs the presence of family and friends.  A man cannot hold a funeral alone: the presence of loved ones makes it easier to pull through the grieving period.  I doubt if there's any one man who has held a funeral alone. Even one man cannot carry the casket hence the need for pallbearers.

In business we need someone. In educational pursuits, someone can make a difference. In ill health,  you need someone.  Everyone  needs a helper at some point.  When we find help or that helper what do we do?

People are forced to always be at their best when they feel appreciated. Help should be followed by gratitude. Appreciation for the help received by the recipient.  Saying thank you is one of the simplest things in life but I just realized that showing appreciation and saying thank you is an art you need to acquire.

I have wondered countless times how people live their lives without mumbling a 'thank you.' I just discovered that mostly,  it is just missing in the vocabulary of people. You cannot force them to say it and nothing will cause them to say it. Even the Bible says to give thanks in all things. I think it is  crass behaviour not to say thank you.  When a girl agrees to go on a date with you and the date is over, a thank you won't spoil anything. When the waiter finally brings your order, a thank you won't change the fact  you are in charge of paying your own bills. When a guy holds out the door for you, it's just polite to say thank you.

I remember the story of a friend who after so much persuasion from a group of guys in her church, decided to play hostess to them by inviting them over for lunch. A few days on, she looked forward to hearing that phrase from them. Afterall,  she had put in so much  effort, time and energy to  cook the meal. When she was not getting it, she decided to report the guys to their father.  I laughed when I heard the story though I thought it was rather too extreme.

I think parents should inculcate into their children the habit of saying thank you at an early age. People should learn to use that phrase often irrespective of their status in society. It doesn't cost much to say it. You lose nothing if you say it. It is a polite thing to say and should be said in all situations even when you are the employer and they are the employee. Saying it often shows who you are. When you finally get that favour from someone, don't forget to say thank you.

In a world where people are busy yet they go the extra mile to do something for you, it is just polite to say thank you. It makes people want to do more for you. Next time someone goes out of their way to do something for you,  even if it's the most minute thing in the world, stop with the crass behaviour, learn and always remember to say thank you.  It really costs nothing to say.









So after blogging early on tonight,  obviously on the same topic,  in my attempt to achieve perfection, 'editing' I lost my write up  which had already been posted due to issues with my internet provider. Who else but 'mtn'
I had already shared the link and a few people had obviously read it before I lost it.
Obviously one of the challenges I face is that once I write, and I have to reproduce the same piece I completely forget what I wrote the first time.
So this is the best I could come up with though I almost dispaired. I hope it still gets my message across.

Again, its Friday night....
Have a drink with your favourite person,  talk gibberish and kiss like there's no tomorrow.
Enjoy your weekend! !

When They Go The Extra Mile.....

We live in times when we all need each other to carry us through to our destination. There's no one man in this world who would say they do not need anyone. We all need somebody. 

Most of the time, it counts to know someone because they facilitate things for us and make our lives easier.  A man cannot get married alone: he needs the presence of family and friends.  A man cannot hold a funeral alone: the presence of loved ones makes it easier to pull through the grieving period.  I doubt if there's any one man who has held a funeral alone. Even one man cannot carry the casket hence they need for pall bearers.

In business, we need someone. In educational pursuits, someone can make a difference. In ill health,  you need someone.  Everyone  needs a helper at some point.  When we find help or that helper what do we do?

People are forced to always be at their best when they feel appreciated. Help should be followed by gratitude. Gratitude for the help received by the recipient.  Saying thank you is one of the simplest things in life but I just realized that showing appreciation and saying thank you is an art you need to acquire.

I have wondered countless times how people live their lives without mumbling a 'thank you.' I just discovered that mostly,  it is just missing in the vocabulary of people. You can't force them to say it and nothing will cause them to say it. Even the Bible says to give thanks in all things. I think it is  crass behaviour not to say thank you.  When a girl agrees to go on a date with you and the date is over, a thank you won't spoil anything. When a guy holds out the door for you, its just nice to say a thank you.  When the waiter serves your order a thank you won't change the fact that you are paying your own bill.

It doesn't matter what you are getting out of someone,  thank you is just appropriate for all situations.  Don't pester someone so much for a favour only to get it and not show appreciation.  It doesn't matter your status in life, it is crass behaviour not to say that phrase. I remember the story of a friend who played hostess to a group of young men from church after several persuasions from them. She finally invited them to lunch. Days on, she waited for them to just say a simple thank you. Afterall she had put so much time, effort and energy into cooking the meal. She went the extra mile to cook them lunch and went the extra mile to report them to their Dad for not saying thank you. I found that a bit extreme though.

People should learn to say thank you.  It doesn't cost much. People should learn to use that phrase often, it takes nothing away from you. Parents should inculcate in their children the art of saying thank you.  It is just polite to say it. It makes a person want to do stuff for you always.  It tells people who you are.

The next time someone goes the extra mile for you, don't forget we live in a busy world where people  only make time to go the extra mile for you. Stop with the crass behaviour, remember to say thank you.  You lose nothing when you say it.










Buhari declares his assets, hehehehehe.

Busy week, finally its
Friday night...

Have a drink with your favourite person,  talk gibberish, forget the worries of the past days and kiss like there's no tomorrow.  Enjoy your weekend! !