The power of time

It’s amazing the things you find when you just clean up. So I was cleaning up and found a very old album of mine. I paused the cleaning and just kept flipping through the pictures...bad hair, not too tasteful dressing, bad poses, very bad poses...in one of the pictures I looked like I was about to fly and I just kept telling myself that if I stare longer at the picture, I’m sure my wings would pop out from somewhere. But amidst all the ridiculousness, it brought back memories, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Tips to know if He /she is Mr/Mrs Right!

Let’s discuss a few tips to help you recognize Mr/Mrs Right.

The first tip is....Err...I’m just kidding....I don’t have any.....zilch....nothing! But wait, all hope is not lost, I know where you can find all the tips you will ever need. 

My Monday Morning Madness

Weekend is a scam. Really, it is. I can remember vividly, how excited I was on Friday, then in-between sleeping well and catching up on my favourite series, Monday reared its ugly head. It's like it just crept up on me from nowhere.

I wasn’t going to let Monday morning ruin the whole day, so I made a conscious effort to be happy, I adopted the old reverse psychology, and muttered to myself at intervals "I love Monday" 

Well, this plan was working well, up until the FRSC stopped me. Little advice for you all, avoid these people! Especially the lanky ones. It seems to me that there is a relationship between their weight and attitude. To be honest, the lankier the men are, the more annoying they are too. I was stopped by a very lanky one, what can I say? I gave Monday another chance and it blew it!

Let The Scars Remind You...

Do you have any scars? What do they remind you of?

There are people who hate some parts of their bodies because they are scarred, and they cover it up so much so, that if the body part could speak, it'll tell them "I need some air"

There are people who are in-different about the scars, whether it shows or not, whether it’s pretty or not, who cares? It’s just a scar.

Then again, there are people who actually love their scars and those of others. They look at people's scars and tell them its beautiful followed by the deep question - what's your story? These people look at their scars and it reminds them of all the pain they had to go through, but in the end, they overcame. It’s like saying, I’m an overcomer and here is my receipt!

Leaving the physical for a moment, there are scars embedded in our hearts, nobody sees them but we feel them. You’ve probably been heartbroken too many times, hurt by those you held dear, you look around and realize there's no love, no loyalty then you press play to your new favourite song by Chris brown- loyal.

Sometimes you look back and you are too ashamed to even count how many times you've tried to patch the pieces of your broken heart, too scared to start afresh. Dashed hopes. Shortened expectations. Broken promises. Failed relationships. Dead dreams. It has really been a bumpy ride.

Dont get it twisted, The fight is against Terrorism!

I had an extensive chat with a Muslim friend of mine this morning, trying to understand the fundamentals of Islam. The chat was very enlightening but he told me in a simple sentence, Islam is a religion of Peace.

This desire to enlighten myself about Islam was prompted after I heard a couple of people discussing about boko haram and the Chibok girls. Before now, I haven’t really been involved in the #BringBackOurGirls movement, simply because I had my reservations. Don't blame me, I’m from a country where almost everything is political...the few issues that aren't political, are believed to be spiritual, so to me, this was just one of those political antics that will fizzle out with time, or so I believed, up until I saw the video of the abducted girls chanting something from the Qur’an in what appeared to be under duress.

My Monday Morning Madness

Before I went to bed last night, I set two alarm clocks, simply

because the way I was feeling, just one alarm clock wouldn't do it. I mean, there's no way I wouldn't wake up with two alarm clocks right?

Lazy Friday...

I feel very lazy today, can't wait to kick off the weekend, so i'm going to leave you guys with a piece I wrote way back. Pardon any grammatical errors, i'm too lazy to edit.

I wrote this piece a couple of years ago when Nigeria was better (The topic of Nigeria is one that wrenches the heart but i'm even too lazy to write about it now). So please enjoy this piece and do have a lovely weekend!!!

Love's Facets

I once read a write up, it was about Love

It stated that Love has a reason, and the reason is unknown

But I go around daily, and I hear the questions

Why do u love him?

List five things you love about her

Why is he your one and only?

Give us reasons why you can't hang out with the boys tonight.

The thing is, we as humans, we need a reason

We need to feel in control, even if its only for a season

So with this, I got the first hint

My Monday Morning Madness

My alarm clock seemed a bit too happy this morning, ready to resume work after a long weekend...Well, I wasn't.

Grrrr....Grrrrr!!!....Grrr...Grrrrrr..... "Aggghhhh, stupid alarm clock" were the words I muttered before I snoozed the life out of it. Different thoughts were going through my mind, ranging from calling in sick, vex and resign then finally I was thinking "oga Adam, why u sef go chop apple? shebi we for all dey garden of Eden dey chop fruit everyday" But in all fairness to Adam, how many of our men today can resist the combo of woman plus devil....the poor guy even tried. So I finally stoppped thinking rubbish, said a prayer and got out of bed.

Happy Workers Day!!!

Just to wish everyone a Happy Workers Day! Take time out to treat your body right, relax your mnd, nourish your soul and refresh your spirit because you deserve it! Enjoy Xx