No Secret Ingredient

I watched this interesting film on Saturday, ‘Kunfu Panda.’ (It’s a great film, the story line is simply awesome!)

What really struck me about the film was when Po‘s dad told him something which really caught my attention. This duck dude, who was famed for his special noodles said,

‘There is no Secret Ingredient!!!…To make something special you just have to believe it’s special.’

Everyone thought Po’s dad had a secret ingredient which made his noodles tastier and different. But he simply believed in himself and his ability to make a great noddle.

You just have to believe in YOURSELF, your marriage, your friends, your job… Yeah, your job!

Self belief and self-confidence is not being cocky, or damn too sure of yourself. It is having the belief that you can scale greater heights… and succeed.

If you feel you’re worthless, believe me – you are, and why is that? You’ll start behaving in a worthless way, doing things that makes you agree with your thought processes! But the good news is – because you FEEL something doesn’t make it right! You can actually change your thinking! You can rise above your self doubts and lack of confidence.

And I think it’s really simple.

Every morning when you wake up, look in the mirror and say,

‘I can do anything I want to do today!’ (Positive things!)

And believe me, you can, when you believe!

Have a great day everyone!!

Much love, always.

:):)

Kramer’s Witches!

Apr9

Examination of a Witch by T. H. Matteson, inspired by the Salem witch trials (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m writing this in view of a post I read yesterday about the recent death of Margaret Thatcher where one blogger called her a witch. My post is NOT based on the former prime minister but on why women are prone to being called witches, whether they are one or not.

I don’t want to start a debate about witchcraft, whether it exists or not nor whether you believe in God or not. Again, let me reiterate another fact, I don’t want this post to be long, so I’ll try to cram everything in as quickly as I can.

I watched a program recently on National Geographical channel (the few times I now watch TV) where Heinrich Kramer, an infamous witch hunter purportedly wrote ”The Malleus Maleficarium,” in 1486. Heinrich changed the thinking of generations of people in Europe and it’s alleged that over 60,000 innocent women died based on his ‘how to’ manual in capturing a witch.

‘Such graphic figures,’ you may exclaim but it’s true! Women were burnt at the stake based on the views of one eccentric man, a man who believed he knew it all. Many times, we’ve maligned people unjustly and unfairly (I’m not excluding myself from the bunch) We’ve all done it one time or the other and I think it’s fair to say, we’re not perfect.

Heinrich Kramer is dead, but he left a horrible scent of his evil journal, one wise woman said, ‘there is good in us all, we only need to look deeper.’

I hope we can find truth in those simple words.

Thanks for reading my post.

Much love, always! 🙂

The Stranger’s Gift.

Mar28

(Photo credit: Andy O)

His eyes glowed like embers in pitch darkness.

He groaned inwardly and scratched his head,

waiting for word about the stranger.

The stranger appeared unannounced, Lucifer ducked swiftly, shocked.

His golden eyes moved in anger, he swayed unsteadily and mouthed the words,

‘Impossible!’

The stranger’s eyes was full of power, he opened his palms.

Spirits of the underworld screeched in fear, all but one left

Lucifer’s side, Tyrus, his son.

The stranger took the keys from Lucifer’s trembling hands and volcanic ash spurted out.

Voices muddled up, demons fart in disgust, Lucifer was helpless.

The deep grumbled in protest, the core of the heart rumbled.

The stranger floated out of hell, the keys in his palms.

Oh death, where is thy sting!

Oh grave where is thy victory.

‘You are but a stranger to your own,’

Lucifer spat out and the stranger, whom is the Lord smiled,

‘My sheep hear my voice, my own are mine!’

The Lord floated out of the deep, and the core of the earth closed up.

He walked among the children of men.

Risen.

He has the gift of life.

He is alive forever more!

His name is Jesus, My Lord and Saviour!!

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Wishing all my friends a lovely fun filled Easter, I am a daughter of the King, I have been redeemed and proudly so! Like the man in the picture, my joy is indescribable. God bless you all…

Thanks for reading.

Much love always. 🙂

The Innocent Blood

Mar26

(Photo credit: Photo stock)

Centuries of Lies and Deceit

Centuries of wars and wastage

Centuries of anger and revolt and restlessness

Centuries of pain and discord

Centuries of selfishness and greed

Centuries of me and me and me

Centuries of pride of life and vanity

Centuries of fear and shame

Centuries of death and death and death and death!

This centuries resulted in the innocent blood wasted

Blood of the young, the old and the unborn.

I groaned in disbelief and utter sadness.

When will the son of men stop their charades and live for once!

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I have vowed not to watch TV again but that’s just impossible. I work a lot on my computer and sometimes I’ll be tired of the writing and editing and would just browse through the internet and still see what I don’t want to see. I wish I have the supernatural power that can stop all wars and force humans to love each other eternally but it’s a mere dream isn’t it?

Thanks for reading!

Seyi Sandra David.

And I watched…

Mar21

(Photo credit: Glenda Otero)

And I watched through the centuries as men

protected their young, their women, their homes.

And I watched as men built kingdoms, roads and empires.

And I watched as men walked the moon, save the sick, put food on the table.

And I watched in awe as great men worked tirelessly,

To save the world.

Men of timber and calibre, men who love with simplicity.

Men who shoulder responsibilities without squirming.

Men with the courage of lions who turned away from no foes.

And I watched my dad, husband, sons, brothers, relatives, friends

Try to live their footprints in the sands of time.

I love men.

I married one, a daughter to one, a mother to two.

Men are great, and the few and rotten who rape women,

who kill and plunder are not MEN.

They are NOTHING!

I want to pay tribute to great men, to my father, Peter Nelson, you are adored in my eyes, to the man who married me, Kay, I love you with all my heart, you complete me, to great men I have met on my blogging journey, they are many and I hold you all in the highest esteem! To my girlfriends and sisters, (don’t be jealous, I love you, you know that!)

God bless you all!!

Love always! 🙂 🙂

Seyi Sandra David.

A True Heart…

Mar15

(Photo credit: Gavin Terpisra. Sydney)

Our hearts is like magnet, a wise man once said that what we want we attract, and what we hate we dispel and I think he’s right. Have you ever wondered why events that happened to you years ago suddenly springs to the fore accompanied by lofty feelings of elation or suppressed emotions of despair?

It’s because everything we are, our dynamic make up, the very essence of our being is wrapped within that magic word, ‘Heart.’ No wonder, this words of scripture sums it up perfectly, ‘guide your heart with all diligence for out of it are the issues of life.’

Great inventions, lofty ideas, beautiful visions, breakthroughs in science, medicine, all kinds of technological advancement or feats and every endearing development we see today was initially conceived from the heart as a thought process before it became a reality.

Murderers, Paedophiles, Liars, Suicide bombers and even that cancerous evil called divorce all stem from the heart. Great hearts shape the world, evil hearts kill our beautiful earth slowly…

Everything I am today and will ever be comes from my heart!

What about you?

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I am promoting the second edition of ‘The Feet Of Darkness,’ so I’ll always tuck the links somewhere in my posts. Thank you for reading and love always!

http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Feet-Of-Darkness-Overcome/dp/0957593007/ref=tmm_pap_title_0 (Amazon UK)

http://www.amazon.com/The-Feet-Of-Darkness-Overcome/dp/0957593007/ref=tmm_pap_title_0 (Amazon US)

I See You…

Mar12

‘I am as constant as the northern star,’ my husband drawl with a twinkle in his eyes, his dark face breaking into an infectious grin. He held me close and planted a quick kiss on my lips, he’d warned me else I would have used his picture. He is a shy man and very kind. I don’t need anyone to tell me how lucky I am to be with him and see him but I don’t want to talk about my husband rather, I want to talk about you, yes, my readers my friends.

You see guys, I’ve got an imagination as wide as the sea and while I was planning on what to do in the office today (after writing a great article for my editor), a wonderful thought just whipped through my wind, what if I could see all of you at once, in one space, time space. I know it’s impossible, we’re all flung in different parts of the globe but what exactly is our connecting reason, what is our fuse, what binds us together?

I am not going to answer that question because it’s obvious anyway, I’m just going to describe what I imagined everyone is doing now. It’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon and Alastair is punching away on his laptop, his daughter strolled in and gave him his camera.

‘Thanks babe,’ he said, thinking of his next photo shoot.

Christy, (she’s a poet) rushed through the door, it was almost past three, her babies would be waiting anxiously in the class and she hated to be the last mother at her daughter’s class. Rosy, stopped to wipe beads of sweat off her forehead, her thought on her next trip, she couldn’t wait for the visit to Venice with Gary, her millionaire boyfriend. Clanmother strolled towards her favourite bookshop, she’d seen a copy of ‘The Feet Of Darkness,’ (written by yours truly) and has determined to get it. Danny Breslin is on his next adventure to Kathmandu. Seanbidd scratched his head, trying to conjure his next piece of magic prose. Uzoma laughed heartily when he landed a new book contract with Random House.

And, I am in the office, typing this, I’ll have to dash out at quarter to three, pick my son from nursery, dash to his brother’s school, branched at his sister’s and head home. The rest of the day would be a blur of chores and work at the home office.

In all, it has been a great day so far and I wish you peace, whatever your circumstances. I am going to write more on my other friends, it’s quiet a long list, running into thousands!

Love you all!

🙂 🙂