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   Sometimes you are unsatisfied with your life, while many people are dreaming of living your life.      A child on a farm sees a plane flying over his head and dreams of flying (I do that all the time). But a pilot in the plane sees the farm house and dream of returning home. That's life! enjoy yours .      If wealth is the secret to happiness then the rich should be dancing on the streets but only poor kids do that. If power ensures security, then officials should walk unguarded.  But those who live simply, sleep soundly.      If beauty and fame brings ideal relationships, then celebrities should have the best marriages. But those who live simply, walk humbly and love genuinely!  All good will come back to you !                                 ...

           What’s the most memorable part of your life, and why?       Mine is growing up, being a little girl without fears, cares or worries.  The only thing you think about is play, eat and sleep... Watch films occasionally and read.    You don't have hormones flowing through your veins, or dreams that may never see the light of day.  You don't get to know what heartbreak feels like or experience emotional pain. You don't get to think "where exactly am I heading with my life?"     Lying awake in bed sometimes make me think about all the mistakes I’ve ever made. I’m not the only one that late nights have affected like this. Then I think about good memories and how they’ve all impacted people (This is my way of drawing my thoughts away from the sadness that plagues late nights alone in bed.)      Their are different kinds of memories beyond just good and...

       Afro sat under a big boabab tree reading a book, her grandmother named her Afro because of her big frizzy, kinky hair, she said it was uncommon for African women to have such amount of hair on one head unless of course it was borrowed. But her father named her Kelechi    She scribed some phrases and word in her notepad as she read. At the far end of the compound sat two kids in the wet sand building castles with their feet. The older one soon start to bully the little one and a fight ensued between them. Afro paid no attention, boys will always be boys, fight, push, punch but in the end their children nature will give in and they will forgive each other and continue the play.       The children didn't stop the fight and the little one ran towards her holding a small wooden shovel in hand while the older ran after demanding for the shovel.            She focused on...

     Is it me or have you also notice the rise in temperature of late? The heat is so excessive, it's much, in fact enormous. This makes me wonder, if we in the west are feeling this much heat what about those in the northern part of Nigeria; those in Taraba, Adamawa, Sokoto, (including my people in Niger) and the others.      Please endeavor to drink sufficient water, if possible always go around with a bottle of water in hand. Take less of carbonated drinks and more of water.     Keep you windows open for proper ventilation, periods like this usher in meningitis, chickenpox and the likes.     Use sunshade not necessarily for the sun but to prevent the sand debris the hot breeze blows from getting in to your eyes leading to some nasty irritations.     Avoid clothing that conduct heat.  Please box that leather jacket till December.  Wear more of cotton materials. Wear loose clothing. Leave...

       Titilope Sonuga was born in Lagos but moved to Canada at age 13. With a degree in civil engineering she worked five years as an engineer using her spare time to pursue her poetic and acting ambition.        Eventually she left her career in engineering to follow her dreams.      In 2011, she won the Canadian Authors Association award as an emerging writer.        In 2012, she won the Maya Angelou poetry contest. She established the 'rouge poetry' a poetry slam series in Edmonton, Canada.       In May 2015, she became the first poet to perform at a Nigerian presidential inauguration. She performed at the presidential inauguration of Muhammadu Buhari.       She has also performed at the Lagos International Poetry Festival.   She published a collection of her poems in 2016.     She's married and i...

‘After dropping out of the University twice, then a Yahoo boy; I became my sister’s CSR project and finally an office assistant – still with no future.’ . Steve, started University as an excellent student with good grades. He lead tutorials and helped other students pass exams. He was later asked to drop out of school. Things got tough, he was rejected and was heading nowhere. . After repeated failures, he decided to act. He met a destiny helper in Fela Durotoye; who became his mentor and life coach – giving his life a new meaning. He was taken in as a volunteer and an office assistant. From there, he grew to be come a beacon of hope . The stone that the builders rejected has become the the chief cornerstone. God lifted Steve’s life making him a leading Life coach and Strategy Consultant.                                                       ...

      Walking down the aisle was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Beautiful inside-out, humble, respectful, great sense of humor, wonderful conversationist and an amazing cook.     Words could not describe the joy that was stirred up within me. Finally, the day has come and she's all mine. Mine for ever.    she looked at me with sparkling eyes, joy radiating from her beaming face...and this  'I chose you' sort of look on her face.                         "... In sickness and in health..."                                "...till death do us part..." Those vows mehn are terrible, they haunt us no matter what. Test our commitment and will to hold firm to this truth ...

      When I was younger I was afraid of almost everything; bugs, insects, maggots, dogs... And darkness, especially darkness. I was sore afraid of what was hiding beyond the thick blackness of the night waiting to take me away or eat me up... Lol     With time I stopped being afraid(as I grew). I found the use of light quite effective. I had more worries, bigger fear than darkness.  Fears that darkness can't stand. The fear of my voice.  The fear of being heard. Just saying something, anything was scary enough.     For years the battle raged,  I was afraid to speak, I avoided been called on to say something,  to deliver a short note or lecture, afraid to head a group or lead a team. It was always a burden when am called on to speak,                   "why should I be the one to speak?"        ...

      They all thought it was funny, pointing fingers at me saying it was all my fault.  Since when did it become my fault,  since when did it become a woman's fault to get raped.       No one's talking,  no one is fighting, so I got tired of hoping,  waiting, wishing and praying.  Maybe they are right after all, it's all my fault.  It's my fault I got raped on purpose, it all my doing.         What was I thinking, taking a walk wearing a tank-top on shorts, of course wearing that will get me raped. So I joined the crowd.  I couldn't beat them so I kept mute.      Parents were afraid to speak up,  telling anyone your daughter or teen got raped means you have been a bad parent, and has failed in parenting.       And then rumours started spreading that another girl got raped,  yet another and then parents started ge...

     After several months of sabbatical, it's good to be back on the blog.  All thanks to my besties for the new background and all, may you forever remain inspired.      So my first post for this year is drawn from a recent discovery and experience I will share later on the blog.           This is it;      You owe no one to be happy.  You were born with happiness. Happiness is in you, Stir it up and brighten your world. Only you have the capacity to do that.       Smile often,  give a positive vibe, be Spirited,  not because you want to gain someone's attention or get a favour.  Be you,  Love you and stay true to you.       Have an amazing weekend...                          ...