The Gift

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This man reminds me of my dad. Fiercely optimistic of the future…

Everyday is a gift.

A chance to begin again.

But what would happen when you’re facing the imminent loss of someone you love very much?

I’ve been scarce for a while because my dad is very ill. Although he’s pushing towards 80 and has been ill for almost 13 years, I can’t seem to release him. His illness made him very weak and saddled with old age, he’s sinking away fast. Unlike the hunk of a man I remembered growing up, he’s now withered and grey but still, I just don’t want to let go. The  poem below is just a kind of tribute, to summarise how much I love him.

Skating towards the sunset

Your smile melts my heart.

Scooping me up in your arms,

my heart danced with joy.

You said you’ll not let me drown,

that life is like a river.

But when I surround myself with kindness,

I would find help in the storm.

That I would ride on the back of love and rest on the crest of kindness

I don’t want you gone dad!

Stay with me a while.

Please!

I have missed many posts, please bear with me and I’ll be back soon. I would appreciate your prayers friends. I hope this month would be peaceful, joyous, and prosperous!

Much love, always!

Seyi David

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Against All Odds!

 

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Have you ever lost anything? Loved ones? Material things? Have you ever found something you lost? Then you would be able to understand me; the feeling of exhilaration and relief would have surged through your being. But not many of us find things when we lose them, most times, we hardly do.

On Tuesday, I lost some money. I knew it was on my person but by the time I got home, it was gone. I rarely lose things, I am always very careful but after going through my bag and jackets, I knew the money was gone and it was a blow.

Then yesterday, I lost one pair of my gold earring and my heart dropped to the floor; it was a gift from my husband. How could I have been so careless? I tried to retrace my steps; wondering where it could have fallen off, but it was hopeless.

My son felt sorry for me and asked if he could help, I told him there was nothing he could do. In the evening, I decided to pray. Believe me,  I prayed and asked God to help me find my earring.

This morning, I had an impromptu meeting in the office, so my husband had to take the kids to school. Before they got to school, my son spotted the earring on the ground. Someone could have easily picked it up but nobody did. So against all odds, I found what I thought was gone forever. I was happy, first, God answered my prayers, second, I lost two things but found one.

Like Rumi would say: “Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”

You can listen to this song; that’s how I’m feeling right now! :)

I hope none of my friends would lose anything this weekend. I wish you all a happy, peaceful Friday!

Much love, always!

:)

If The Sky Should Fall…

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Have you ever felt an intense feeling where you can hardly breathe and nothing else matters? Where you feel taller, more beautiful, and the mountains could take a hike for all you care? Where you seem to float endlessly in the midst of continuous, uninterrupted bliss?
I felt like that when I first met my husband. I loved him with everything and I believe I could attain the impossible with him by my side…
Pass forward…. twenty-one years later.
Do I still feel like that? Do I blush when I look into his ever youthful face? Do I shiver with emotions when I stare into his brown eyes which seemed to dance  with merry? Do I have the time to skip with him and steal him away from life’s endless concern?
Oh yeah… :) I still do. And I consider myself fortunate! Although we have a very easy relationship, my husband knows I’m also blessed with friends who would stand by me when I need them. Why? Because I’ll do the same. I invest a lot in my relationships – not necessarily to get a healthy return but because I enjoy making people happy. And I want to use this medium to appreciate you the reader, my friends. :) I am one lucky woman to be blessed with such awesome, lovely people. So if the sky should fall, I am safe, and you are too! :)
If the sky we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Oh and the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won’t cry, I won’t cry, no I won’t shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

I hope this week would be peaceful, joyful and that we would achieve our goals! I intend to have a pleasant week, and I sincerely wish you the same!
Much love, always!
:) :)

I GOT YOU BABE!

 

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Through the rain, the sleet, the snow

I got you babe.

Through the tempest, the hailstone and storms,

I got you babe.

Through the tough times and pain

I got you babe.

Through the laughter and moments of madness

I got you babe.

Through everything life may throw at us

I got you babe!

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I’d always loved Cher’s voice and while the kids were screaming downstairs, (they’re on half term break) I sneaked upstairs and immersed` myself in their song, ‘I Got You Babe.’ It was nice, simple and full of love.  Though Sonny (Cher’s former husband)  passed away a few years ago, and they did divorced before his passing, I believe Cher and Sonny truly cared for each other. You can listen here if you want. :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80QHRTQ3Kmw

This week, I hope we’ll all find what would cheer our hearts. It would also be nice to send cheers to others. I wish you peace and joy friends. Have a fantastic week.

Much love, always!

:)

 

Ever After?

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‘Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.’
Aristotle.
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Alero kneaded the dough and used her free hand to mop her sweaty brows. Her husband was away on business but she noticed the surreptitious glances threw her way by the neighbours and it saddened her. Abel is the love of her life but of recent, she had trouble believing the ‘happily ever after’ theory.

A shrill sound interrupted her sad thoughts and she walked briskly to the living room, picking up the landline phone and whispered hoarsely, her voice constricted with tears.

‘Hello.’

‘Hey darling,’ Abel, her husband of five years, said slowly on the other line, ‘are you okay? You sound awful.’

She gritted her teeth then replied carefully, trying in vain to control the turbulent emotions coursing through her, ‘when are you coming home?’

‘I’m outside the door!’

Alero dropped the phone and flew to the door, she flung it open and saw Abel kneeling down on one knee, a huge grin on his brown face.

‘Forgive me darling, I promise to love you forever!’

She didn’t know what to say.

Abel stood up slowly and clasped her in a tight, warm embrace. Alero was limp in his arms, she felt nothing. Few seconds passed then she asked,

‘What exactly do you want me to forgive you for?’

‘The ‘ever after’ marriage is not a bed of roses. I have flaws my love, as you do, but we can work through it all.’

Alero now understood, and she held her husband tightly, wondering if ‘happily ever after’ is not a myth after all.

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In the spirit of ‘Valentine,’ I would be exploring a lot of relationships and how we could turn more towards the ‘happily ever after’ theme. Forgiveness and tolerance is the key for the success of any human relationship. Love conquers all…

Enjoy your weekend friends!

Much love, always!

:)

Infinity…

 

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“All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.”
― Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet In Heaven.

”My life flashed before my eyes.

I saw heaven and hell passed beneath my feet, I almost slipped on mould and blood.

My hatred flashed venoms at me, I gazed at hopes I thought gone, my blood boiled.

I bath with forgiveness and left bitterness behind.

I glided towards the void as life met my weakness.

Horrors assailed my sins and I bowed in pain.

What is my hope? When shall I see your face again?

Your cute rosy cheeks burned my skin and I flinched

as blood rushed to my cheeks.

I love you my angel…

But I know your end is only the beginning.

I’m determined to see you again, someday!”

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Life is short… I always say that but I’ll take my words back today. Life is endless, it’s infinity and what we do really echoes through eternity. I tried to summarise my emotions into this poem, and you really have to be my friend, to really care and understand what I’m  trying to say.  A part of me passed away yesterday, a part I’ve never even met… a baby. My sister’s baby. I tried to hold it in but I couldn’t anymore. Believe me, I fought so hard and though I didn’t get to meet him and hold him in my arms, I felt him in my spirit.

His breath passed my face in my dreams.

“Holding anger is a poison…It eats you from inside…We think that by hating someone we hurt them…But hatred is a curved blade…and the harm we do to others…we also do to ourselves.”   ―     Mitch Albom  

I love Mitch’s words because I was angry at the circumstances surrounding my sister’s baby but that’s life… And as much as I hate to write this post, I had to. But this year  has been good, and I’m still grateful for what God has enabled me to achieve.

I would still write another post before the end of this year, and if you’d endured my ramblings thus far, thanks for stopping by!

Much love, always!

My Hearfelt Wish!

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‘Happy birthday mom!’

My eleven year old son congratulated me this morning, gave me a bear hug, a kiss, money, and cards as presents. My husband, daughter, little son did the same!

I’m really rich now! ;)

Anyway, my son had this amused look on his face when he asked,

‘Mom what do you really wished for today?’

I looked at him, he’s going to secondary next September, and he knows me like the palm of his hands. I didn’t answer him, rather, I went downstairs, opened the door and staring at my lawn, I saw images of people of all nations, ethnic groups, hugging each other and Louis Armstrong’s ‘What a wonderful world’ came to my mind.

I see trees of green…….. red roses too
I see em bloom….. for me and for you
And I think to myself…. what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue….. clouds of white
Bright blessed days….dark sacred nights
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world.

The colours of a rainbow…..so pretty ..in the sky
Are also on the faces…..of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands…..saying.. how do you do
They’re really saying……I love you.

I hear babies cry…… I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more…..than I’ll never know
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world

The colours of a rainbow…..so pretty ..in the sky
Are there on the faces…..of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands…..saying.. how do you do
They’re really saying…*spoken*(I ….love….you).

I hear babies cry…… I watch them grow
*spoken*(you know their gonna learn
A whole lot more than I’ll never know)
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself …….what a wonderful world.

I closed the door, and went upstairs, hugging him briefly, I said,

‘I want peace, love, and safety for all.’

He didn’t say anything. When he was ready to go to school, I had the strangest feeling. If I could physically stand before God today,  I’ll tell him the same,

‘I want peace, food, shelter and safety for all.’

I wish you’ll all have peace and safety wherever you are in the world, have a great week! I’m going to do a bit of shopping after work from my cash windfall. I love you all!

Peace. :)

Words Are Forever!

 

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Sean kicked the grass in frustration, his eyes filled with tears and he tried to control himself with great difficulty. His dad‘s harsh voice resounded in his mind like a volcanic eruption, ”You’re no good, you’re like your mother – a drug addict! I hate you.” He dashed inside the house, his dad recoiled on a chair, a glass of beer in his right hand, remote control on the other. They exchanged hateful glances. And Sean raised the gun.

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Hamza tried to stop the tirades of abuse from the boys in the estate, ‘you’re a loser, go kill yourself.’ At home, it was worse, his mother was stoned twenty-four hours a day… He left the house but the words of the boys clung to him like a second skin.

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Chloe’s brown eyes light up in anticipation. Her dad kissed her on the cheek, and said with a smile, ‘you light up my world angel, you’re a star, you can do this.’ She nodded, her future is bright, she knows she can do anything she set her heart to, she had been nurtured with loving words, right through her childhood, and now at the age of twenty, the world is her oyster.

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The words we speak has the power to destroy or build up, let’s be mindful of our words. Some people were damaged by words of others while some have killed others by their words. Let’s choose our words carefully. A word fitly spoken has the power to change a life…

Think about that this weekend, and I wish you love, peace and happiness, wherever you are in the world my friends. Have a great weekend!

Much love, always.

:)

JUMP!

 

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THIRTY YEARS AGO, I was this skinny sickly eight year old kid with plenty of courage. I remembered now with a huge smile on my face as my mother’s eyes usually sneaked up on me with her brows knitted in a frown because of my escapades. My dad was a lecturer at Florida State University but the rest of the family were still in Nigeria and anytime he came home, I always love reading those green Encyclopaedias he brought home. There, I believed was where I learnt a lot of things. Although I was a studious kid but I also loved to play hard. We lived in a picturesque town called ‘Ilorin,’ it was a neat little town where everybody practically knew each other then, our apartment block nestled nicely in a leafy part of town and every evening, kids would troop out playing one game or the other.

We lived on the top floor of the five storey apartment block, one day, out of boredom, my friends and I gathered at the veranda of our apartment. We began regaling each other with stories, when it came to my turn, I told them about what I had read in my father’s encyclopaedias, about jumping from a plane and stuffs like that.

One boy looked me in the eye and asked, ( I can still picture the snarling face!)

‘Can you jump out of a plane?’

‘Yeah, ‘ I replied unconvincingly, I bet he saw my hesitation and played on it.

‘I’m sure you can’t jump from here to there,’ and he pointed to the ground.’ Mind you, I forgot to tell them I hated heights but because I wasn’t going to let anyone see my fear, I said with forced gaiety.

‘Of course I can but my mum won’t let me.’ My friends pondered on that and agreed but that boy refused to let it go.

‘How about we arrange some stools and chairs and make a little mountain, can you scale the stool and jump?’

‘Yeah! Why not?’ I said without hesitation and watched as he dashed into one of the apartments and within minutes, he was back, carrying stools. Some of my friends did the same and before I knew it, the stools looked like Mount Kilimanjaro.

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I watched with growing trepidation but I was too proud to say NO! When they finished, the boy asked me to climb the stools. You can all guess what happened. I managed to navigate my way to the top and looking down at my friends, I hesitated and as if on cue they started shouting,

‘Jump! Jump! Jump!!!

And I jumped.

That was the last thing I remembered. The next time I opened my eyes, my left leg and left arm bore the brunt of my fall, my leg and arm were in bandages and when my mother’s tearful eyes met mine, I simply turned away. Believe me guys, that was not the end of my ordeal but I won’t go to that aspect of the story today.

Where am I going with this story? Please don’t JUMP, stand your ground, don’t bow down to pressure from so-called friends to do what you don’t want to do. Since that day, I became my person, I can stand my ground and face any foe. Throughout my primary, secondary and university days, I held my ground, fought off bullies and lived in relative peace.

Life is too short to be easily swayed by others. Like that picture, you’re a shinning star, let no one tell you otherwise.

Have a pleasant weekend and don’t forget, ‘don’t jump! Refuse that sneaky little voice that said you are helpless, you’re NOT! End of story!!’

Much love, always! :)

Beauty In The Midst Of Decadence

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Angela rushed through the meadows, her brown hair flying in the wind, to a percipient onlooker, she’s the picture of perfection and beauty. I watched her keenly as Jasper pulled me along the rough footpath. The howling wind whipped my cheeks savagely and I glanced up at the gloomy sky. Suddenly, my skin began to crawl and I had one of the most uneasy sensations since I left the house with Jasper. I sensed danger, Jasper whined and began to bark. I looked round widely and spotted the brown-haired girl.

That was all I saw and I sprung to action, I ran as if my life depended on it, luckily, we got there on time. I caught hold of her legs and everything paled into a blur. I was  glad I acted when I did. I saved a girl from killing herself!

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The above story is mere fiction, but beautiful if one way or the other, we could interrupt tragedy and save a dying soul from despair. Angela was just 12 years old, and yet, she wanted to kill herself, why? Because of cyber bullying. We live in such a fast-moving world, it’s scary sometimes. I was a virgin when I entered university and met my husband, but kids of today have had sexual relations as young as 9 years old! Though I believe we can still preserve the beauty and innocence of our children,  we just have to create more time and let them know we care about even the mundane details of their lives. I was a teenager once, so I know the feeling. As a parent, I care about young people and pray that we would do enough to make this world a better place, but I believe it starts from the home front, don’t you think?

Next week, I’ll be promoting some author friends, if anyone is interested in joining in my little adventure please drop a message on my contact page! Have a wonderful weekend everyone!

NP: I have had a very busy but interesting week and must have missed lots of awesome posts! Please bear with me friends, I’ll stop by your blogs as soon as I can!! ;)

Much love, always.

:)