Liars And Casanova…

Feb8

The season of love is almost upon us and I remembered a story that happened during my undergraduate days, there was this smooth talker, he wasn’t really a great looker but he knew how to approach girls, sweep them off their feet and soon they’ll be eating out of his palms.

I knew this guy had at least three girlfriends on my street and it baffled me how or why the girls never found out that he was cheating on all three of them. Unbeknown to the guy, the girls finally found out and they planned to have their own pound of flesh. As usual, he’d planned to take his prettiest girlfriend out to dinner on Valentine’s day while he feigned sickness to the other two girls. The other girls hid inside the bathroom of the favourite girlfriend and when he came in for the date, his girlfriend pretended she was in the mood for a little ‘loving’ in the shower. Well as you can guess, Casanova agreed and undressed but when he entered the bathroom with his girlfriend, he saw the other girls and all hell let loose. I heard he walked home naked with his hands between his legs.

The guy was the butt of jokes for the rest of the semester. It’s so sad when we find out that people have lied, still lying or have lied to us! We’ve all told a fib in our lifetimes but making a career out of it would make people distrust you even when telling the truth! I love that story because I hate cheaters. Like the pink rose in the picture, we should cherish true love!

I haven’t posted any stories or articles in a while though I’ve read a lot of awesome posts. I don’t know why but of late, I’m sort of susceptible to the cold and flu virus, my husband thought I’ve worked too hard or rather, working too hard. Cold virus had ravaged my body for the past three days and it was so annoying! Anyways, that aside, an awesome lady, Allison Morris, kindly contacted me with a great graphic titled, ‘Why people lie,’ you can visit her website to read it fully, http://www.onlinepsychologydegree.net/why-people-lie , it examines why people lie, its effect and how to spot a liar. It was an interesting read.

Thanks for reading my post always!

Much love. 🙂

”I Am Here…”

Feb3

English: A Syrian soldier aims an AK-47 assault rifle from his position in a foxhole during a firepower demonstration, part of Operation Desert Shield. The soldier is wearing a Soviet-made Model ShMS nuclear-biological-chemical warfare masks. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hamza ran blindly through the haze and dust, the only thought on his mind was the safety of his daughter. He had given up hope of ever finding his wife again but little Shafilea cannot save herself. He stopped briefly, turned, and saw the tank inching closer, the sound emanating from the massive weapon of destruction was akin to Leviathan, the indestructible beast of the sea.

Then there was a cry, he was now faced with a choice to either go back and face possible death or escape with his life. He chose his daughter. He went through the cloud of dust as cacophony of gunfire erupted from every side. Rebels and government forces were battling it out on the street of Aleppo and he was caught in the middle.

Aleppo was now like a game of chess played by an obstinate ruler determined to crush every fledgling hope left for his people. He had vowed to trample on his own people like dust.

”Papa!” the voice of his three-year old daughter rang out shrilly from the rubble of their former home.

Hamza ran towards the sound and every step he took was a gamble, bullets whistled past his head but he kept on. Shortly before he got to her, there was a massive explosion which threw him about ten feet away. He landed with a hollow thud to the harsh ground soaked with blood of the innocent. Immediately, he stood up to his feet, his only mission, if it would be his last was to save his daughter.

Hamza’s face was blackened with blood and dust, his left eye was partially blind, but he trudged on. Miraculously, the sound of war ceased, he was blissfully unaware of it all. He had been shell-shocked by the sound of the blast and could not have heard a pin dropped.

He got to his house and with his bare hands, began to dig; tears rolled down his one good eye. One rebel saw it all and dropped his AK 47 assault rifle and joined him in the digging. Government soldiers’ also spotted the bold man whose only mission in life at that point was the safety of his beloved daughter and they stopped shooting as every pair of eyes focused on Hamza

”I am here,” he kept saying repeatedly, until they finally pulled his daughter out.

”Papa,” Shafilea rushed towards the badly wounded one-eyed man covered in blood and wept on his shoulder…

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Russia is the only country openly supporting the Syrian government while innocent people die daily. This short story is a tip of the iceberg, however, I just want to force hope out of a very disturbing situation. I’m writing this in the relative safety of my London home but I know several others are not so fortunate…

Thanks for reading my post.

The Triune Being.

Jan31

(Photo credit: Gavin Terpstra)

I’m in Love with the Triune Being.

Darkness was under his feet and the hills danced with pleasure.

I circled round the sun and met four ministering angels.

They glared at me and I dodged their icy gaze.

I wondered why it was so and realised they were carrying the four pillars of the earth.

”What a difficult job,” I thought and they answered in unison.

”It’s not difficult daughter of Yahweh, you disturb the balance of life by coming here.”

”Huh, sorry,” and I scurried away through the universe.

I stopped over at the black hole and peered down.

Yet, His feet were there.

”Wow! You are everywhere!”

”Who’s there?” Yahweh bellowed but I noticed a chuckle in his voice.

”It is I, daughter of Yahweh.”

”What do you want?”

”I want to see your face.”

That was the last thing I remembered.

Whirlwind twirled me around and it tickles.

Then I saw Him, the face of Yahweh, my king and my Lord.

I felt unadulterated joy at the splendour of His majesty.

His eyes were like mine, brown and merry.

When He laughed, the pillars of the earth shook.

He took me in His hands and I was lost in worship.

Such power. Such glory. Such honour!

I am in love with Him, He is my Triune Being.

The beginning and The end.

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This is my 74th post and today marks my sixth month journey as a blogger. I am immensely grateful for the friends I’ve met on the blogosphere, though I can’t blog often as I used to due to my many projects, still, I’m blessed by all the awesome posts I’ve read!

I am honoured with countless awards and had amassed massive followers, thank you all for your friendship!!!

This is my poetic thought for today, I’m grateful to God for all the joys in my life. I know life could be incredibly hard at times but we also have wonders of the universe too. The mountains, the smile of a newborn, first words of a toddler, the joys and pains of motherhood. Life is good, and my God is good too!

Thank you for reading my posts!

Much love, always:)

Seyi Sandra David.

A Child’s Heart.

Jan27

Funny Chinese Child Playing Boy (Photo credit: epSos.de)

If children live with
criticism, they learn to condemn.

If children live with hostility, they learn to
fight.

If children live with fear, they learn to be
apprehensive.

If children live with pity, they learn to feel
sorry for themselves.

If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel
shy.

If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel
envy.

If children live with shame, they learn to feel
guilty.

If children live with encouragement, they learn
confidence.

If children live with fairness, they

learn justice.

If children live with security, they learn

have faith.

If children live with tolerance, they learn
patience.

If children live with praise, they learn
appreciation.

If children live with acceptance, they learn to
love.

If children live with approval, they learn to like
themselves.

If children live with recognition, they learn it is
good to have a goal.

If children live with sharing, they learn
generosity.

If children live with acceptance and friendship, they learn

to find love in the world.

Dorothy Law Nolte.

I read this poem over and over again. Imagine a world where children live free from fear, when they grow up, they would impact the same to their children and the world would be a better place indeed!

Thank you for reading my post dear friends.

Love always:)

A Farce Called Honour!

Jan18

(Photo credit: Andréa Krappweis)

Your only crime was to fall in love.

And that was all there was to it.

What a farce called honour!

When your heart beat wildly with fear,

And you sleep with one eye open,

Then you have a lot to fear!

When the icy glares of your parents and relatives

Sends a chill to your bone and a sword to your heart

Then you’re in big trouble!

When you run wildly through the moors

With the angry face of your father behind you

The snarling breath of your brother on your face,

Be very afraid indeed.

When all you can see, is the bag on your head.

As the man who brought you to the world scream,

‘Rot in hell,’ The heavens shudder!

When you hovered over their heads,

As your lifeless body was hidden from view.

What utter betrayal!

Your only crime was falling in love…

Just another incomprehensible statistics on the

culture of evil perpetuated by hatred.

And a farce called honour!

A class system where the love of a mother ran

cold against the daughter of her breast.

Thanks for reading my poetic thoughts on parents from hell…

A Woman’s Sphere…

Jan16

”They talk about a woman’s sphere as

though it had a limit;

There’s not a place in earth or heaven,

There’s not a task to mankind given,

There’s not a blessing or woe,

There’s not a whispered ”yes” or ”no,”

There’s not a life, or death, or birth,

That has a feather’s weight of worth

without a woman in it.”

Kate Field, Poet. (1838-1896)

I love this poem and I thought, why not share it and affirm to those words that I’m proud to be a woman (and a man too if you’re reading this), I’m proud of the fact that I can effect a change in a world filled with corruption and darkness, a world where demons walk in broad daylight and evil is extol with relish. I’m proud that when I effect a change in my world (family) I’m translating and infusing life and love into people of all ages. I’m proud to be a woman who chose to love people irrespective of who they are!

Are you proud of who you are?

Thanks for reading my post:)

A Lone Wolf?

Jan14

(Photo credit: Michel Mayerie)

I’m happy to be blogging today, (and every other day!) I’ve buried my nose deep in various book projects which would be an ongoing thing throughout this year but I’ve missed my friends and I’m kind of ”bloggy lonely” ( that’s my language by the way) and I found out that loneliness is real but do you know it could be utilised in a good way?

There are times when we are lonely or we think we are lonely that we should rather be sober… I mean, think deeply about life, family, friends, career, strangers (yes, people you pass by on the street) the universe, what we’re doing with our lives, are we positively impacting others with our behaviours? Or are we like pests? Where we only take and take, never giving anything back in return? I do that sometimes, you know, reappraised my life and try to improve where I think I’m lacking and stuffs like that.

Loneliness. (Photo credit: deMiguel)

But I’m blessed with great friends and though a writer’s life could be lonely at times, where you’re surrounded by your characters even while you’re in a room full of people, your mind could still be racing, trying to figure out what to do with who…

Succinctly put, been a lone wolf is not actually a bad thing, but we shouldn’t forget to reach out when we ought to because there is time for everything in life…

I wish to appreciate all my friends and those who gave me awards, I’m profoundly grateful for the honour you guys have continually bestowed on me. In the meantime friends, love well, smile at strangers and be a cheer to a lonely heart today!

Have a great week!!!

Blessings to you all:)

”I Got You!”

Jan8

I’d totally prepared another post when I decided to take a little nap and my 2-year-old son sauntered after me. I groaned inwardly knowing my quick ‘shut-eye’ was fading into the shadows. Well he’s my son and I love him so we played on the bed, rumpled the sheets and like I suspected, he soon got bored and went back to the living room to watch ‘Agent Oso,’ on the T.V and play with his ten-year old brother.

I had settled into a blissful sleep, you know that kind where you feel as if you’re been rocked and your bed was moving in consonance to your breathing? Well, I was in that threshold when intuitively, my eyes flipped open, my son had climbed my bed and was sitting precariously near the edge, it seemed as if he was navigating a rugged mountain by the look on his cute face, and everything happened in a split second…

If my son had fallen from that bed, I’m sure the Queen would have heard his wailing in Buckingham palace, so I was not about to let that happen; his head had almost reach the floor when I caught hold of his ankle.

”I got you!” I said breathlessly and put him down, he smiled and disappeared from the room, calling out his brother’s name.

This incident brought this thought to my head, in life, we’re surrounded by loved ones, friends and family members who are always around when we are happy, sad or… just been alive. I think we should appreciate them more, you know my saying, life is too short, let people around you know you care… And just as we marvelled at the beauty of a rainbow, let us marvel at their love for us because they always got our backs!

Thanks for reading my post!!

The Journey

Jan5

(Photo credit: Guenter Kirchweger)

Roberto Cavalli’s eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but it was difficult, the only sound which seemed to permeate the atmosphere was the clanging on the rail tracks. He tried to move his arms but it was as hopeless as trying to lift a mountain so he just gave up.

Soon, he heard a cough and tried to turn his head but a chuckle escaped him instead though it sounded like a plea for help. ”Why don’t you sleep Roberto, forget Isabella and the kids, God would take care of them,” a voice whispered shrilly in his head but he ignored it, there was no reason he’d give in to that tormenting spirit which made him jump in the first place.

”But, how I’m going to get out of here?” He asked out loud and was not expecting an answer, and then there was that cough again. What’s more, it was getting louder, so was the noise of the train, but he couldn’t move as a blinding light beamed on him.

Now, Roberto was sure he was no longer alone, the grating annoying sound on the gravel was unnerving. And ever so slowly, the head of a shrivelled old man appeared, his green eyes reminded Roberto of the eyes of his newborn son, Argento. The man peered down at him and cackled, his green eyes seemed to dance with delight.

”I don’t know how many people I’ll meet on the journey of my life, but I’m sure as hell proud to have known you! And you’re lucky I’m by your side today.”

”Who are you?” Roberto asked and winced in pain.

”I am Second Chance, SC for short, you lost your job and your house was repossessed, so you thought you’d end it all by jumping in front of a fast-moving train.”

Roberto watched through the corner of his eyes at another approaching train which was inching closer at each passing second.

”I did no such thing! I lost my footing!”

”Oh yes you did jump, you thought you’ve lost everything, yet you had everything.”

”Can you get me out of here?” Roberto asked, suddenly overcome with guilt, he didn’t want to die anymore.

”Yes, you only need to ask.” The old man said kindly.

”Please, help me!” Roberto begged, ”I’m in so much pain, don’t know how I could still speak.”

”I thought you’d never ask.”

And the man touched him and Roberto found himself back on the platform. He looked round wildly and saw a limping old man walking away, he wanted to run after him but changed his mind.

”You’re sure one lucky dude,” said the guy standing beside him before stepping into the district line train. Roberto stood rooted to the spot, what just happened to him?

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Life could be incredibly hard sometimes but losing hope and ending it all is not supposed to be an option. Thanks for reading my post!

”I Will Help You”

Jan2

(Photo credit: Swas Van)

Life can throw some punches at you that you least expect and believe me friends, when it does, don’t be too afraid to ask for help.

”No man is an island,” my husband used to say and those words are true!
I had no intention of posting today because I’m neck-deep in several projects and while I was using my mental analytics to plan my next course of actions somebody suddenly walked up to me and said those magical words,

”I will help you!”

You see, this is someone I admire and love greatly and I know He can do more than what I’d asked Him to do but when He said those words, it was as if a very heavy load was lifted off my shoulders, I have someone to share my life with, my hopes, my dreams and yes, my writings!

So friends, if you’re at your wits’ end, don’t be afraid or too proud to ask for help, it might make a great difference to how this year turn out for you!

That’s all my friends!

Love always:)