Don’t Feed The Troll!!!

 

You Can Soar Above Your Haters!

You Can Soar Above Your Haters!

 

I love cartoons, and I watched one today with my kids called, ‘Wander Over Yonder,’ it’s hilarious! My kids loved it, and I did too. The story was not quiet childish though. There was a lovely planet inhabited by goats, every year, a troll would come visiting and steal all their food. These goats were strong, and very brave but so fickle minded they could hardly take an unkind word. The troll would insult them, and the more they listened and fight back, the more the troll grew bigger and stronger!

That’s more like us isn’t it? When we listen to haters, they have the upper hand, when we ignore them, believe me, they would disappear! Words hurt, I know, but we can rise above the hatred, we can fight by ignoring evil people because when we trade insults, they would grow stronger.

The goats were finally able to destroy the troll – they simply ignored it. It was an ‘it.’ That’s right, some haters are ‘it,’ inconsequential, powerless. Believe me, sometimes, maybe many times, we encourage people to hurt us… We could always change that by not feeding their hatred! We can soar above them.

I learnt a valuable lesson today, I hope someone, somewhere is reading this, and they can just get on with their lives, leaving the trolls behind!

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Children are on summer holiday, mine included, which explains why I’ve not updated my blog in a while. However, I’ve been visiting as many blogs as I could and would continue to do so when my troops allow it.

Have a wonderful week my friends! :)

Much love, always!

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Insatiable Fools…

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We Only Have One Shot At Life!

Like ducks, they suck up wealth, gulping with little regards to the poor.

Like darkness, they attract light but powerless to overcome it.

Like mould, they dance with filth in their regale splendour.

Like moot, they put argument forward and steal joy.

Like hurricane, they devastate and destroy.

Like dirt, they accumulate.

Like ghost,

It would all float away!

They are the insatiable fools…

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I watched a very interesting, and rather unnerving drama called ‘The Joneses’ with my husband yesterday. It was such a very unexpected film. The film dealt with greed, and how humans just like the idea of accumulating wealth, jealous of other people’s successes and the mad, crazy, rush to have it all. It might be because I’m approaching the big four zero, but life isn’t really about all we can accumulate materially but all we can do to reach out to others, and being better people!

Phil Collins said it best in his song ‘Another Day In Paradise.’ It was and still is, one of my favourite songs of the nineties! Check it out;

 Enjoy the rest of your week my friends! I hope you’ve all had fun so far, please, keep safe!

Much love, always!!

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The Black Hole

 

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Greed Can Make Us Lose Direction!

Greed is inherently present in the human psyche, but it CAN be controlled and brought into submission in many ways. However, sometimes, we could be faced with some very tantalising (or not!) choices, and that is when the evil in us could come to the fore. I want to take 2 minutes of your time, please watch this video clip, and tell me your thoughts!

Have a brilliant day friends, and enjoy your weekend too! :)

Much love, always!

:)

Smile

 

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A smile lightens up the world!

Smiling is often difficult when you’re tensed, stressed, and things aren’t actually going your way. But smiling makes life beautiful. The person smiling actually makes life better, and they feel better too.

Mother Teresa said it best: ”We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.”

”A gentle word, a kind look, a good-natured smile can work wonders and accomplish miracles.” William Hazlitt

Today, why not practice this: Smile at strangers, laugh at yourself, be kind towards people, be less judgemental (I sure need that! :) ) and while there’s chaos and wars elsewhere, you know you can hold your ground, smile and be thankful for little blessings like clean water, a safe environment, food to eat and the fact that your life matters to a lot of people! People like me! :)

Or what do you think friends?

Enjoy the rest of your week and have a lovely weekend!

Much love, always! :)

Seyi David

Homecoming!

 

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Happy Father’s Day!

Today, my husband and I watched several videos of military men and women coming home after a tour of duty, and I couldn’t help but cry. Father’s day isn’t the only day to appreciate men (and women) who risk their lives to make us safe. Daily, we ought to appreciate the men in our lives, for their devotion, love, and care.

My son made the day worthwhile by giving my husband a hand-made card with this beautiful poem. With his permission, you can read it below:

When I scratched my knee,

Or if I bumped my head,

When I was afraid of the dark,

Or that thing under my bed.

When I cried that night,

Or even in the day,

You were there for me

To make it okay!

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His dad had a huge grin on his face and they hugged  tightly. I kind of missed my dad, but I was privileged to have enjoyed almost forty years with him. To all fathers worldwide, whether you’re serving in the military, or serving to put food on the table for your family, I wish you all a Happy Father’s day!

Here’s a very heart-warming video of serving military men returning home, I wonder if you’ll shed a tear! :)

To the men… You Rock!!

Have a great week my friends! Please keep safe!

Much love, always! :)

Seyi David

They Shall Not Age…

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Seventy years ago, Allied troops landed in Normandy, trying to recapture France from the Nazis. It was emotional watching real footage of the historic event and Laurence Binyon’s poem ‘For The Fallen’ came to mind. I watched open-mouthed as those young soldiers fought bravely and died so we could be free. I wish history would not repeat itself… There shouldn’t be any more wars, or murders or shedding of innocent blood. How I wish the world is a paradise!

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With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

For The Fallen By Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

For The Fallen was first published in the Times on September 21 1914. Laurence Binyon (1869-1943) wrote it while working at the British Museum, and did not go to the western front until 1916, as a Red Cross orderly. The poem’s fourth verse is now used all over the world during services of remembrance, and is inscribed on countless war monuments.

NP: This was originally published by ‘The Guardian’ Friday 14 November 2008.

Have a peaceful weekend my friends!

Much love, always.

Seyi David.

Sniffing The Past…

 

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The smell of an orange was all it took, and Joan went into a frenzy, fuddled images of the past threatened to overwhelmed her. She hurried past startled pedestrians, mistakenly knocking over a bent old man walking with difficulty. She apologised profusely, quickening her pace. When she got home, she locked her flat securely and collapsed on the sofa, her breathing coming in quick, short gasps.

Twenty minutes later, Joan trudged to her bedroom, calmer but still trying to blot out the images in her head but the incessant rain falling with such vengeance only aggravated her over active imagination. The vivid memory of the trip to Lancashire and her sister’s disappearance was over twenty years ago, yet, a whiff of scent and she was back where she started.

How would she be able to escape the horror of her past? It was a rhetoric question to which she expected no answer.

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”Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.”

Bill Keane.

The above story is not the norm but sometimes we seemed locked with the negative memories of our past. It should be noted that not all memories are negative, nevertheless, living in the past in not always healthy, especially, if there’s no lessons learnt on past events. Dwelling on our past mistakes could drag us into the quagmire of depression. Someone once said ‘tomorrow is a mystery to be unravelled’ and I agree. I hope we would all have reasons to look forward to the future and enjoy our present.

Enjoy the rest of this week my friends and have a wonderful weekend!

Much love, always! :)

Seyi David.