Destiny Or Coincidence?

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 So many people have said or written a lot on destiny, it’s an inexhaustible topic. I’m not going to perambulate or go around in circles, I believe we make our own destinies by the choices we made. Coincidence on the other hand is mere luck, it’s something trivial in my book. From time immemorial, I knew I wanted to be a writer but that’s not where it ended. Of late, I’ve been involved in some projects that I never believed in my wildest imagination that I was going to do but it happened nonetheless, which keeps me wondering about destiny, fate, and coincidence.

But today, I’m glad I have awesome friends like you, which brings me to this C.S Lewis quote that I saw recently,

”In your life you meet people.

Some you never think about again.

Some, you wonder what happened to them.

There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you.

And then there are some that you wish you never have to think about again.

But you do.”

Those words aptly encapsulates the people we’ve come across in life. At present, I often wonder about friends I met on this blogosphere who simply disappeared off the radar, some have stopped blogging, some can’t be bothered anymore and some are even better than friends I had known for years. And I don’t think our friendship is coincidental! I know some of you reading this might have wondered about the same thing but I truly believe that friendships makes life bearable! And saying that, I have a writer friend, Tracy Shawn and I would love to promote her upcoming book, ‘The Grace Of Crows” shown here;

Photo: Sneak peek of the cover for our October release of Tracy Shawn's novel THE GRACE OF CROWS.

The novel would be released by Cherokee McGhee Publishing in October, please check It out, and I’ll always tuck in a reminder in my posts before and after the release. Thanks guys! 🙂

On that note, I’ll say, I’m happy you’re my friends and I wish you all a lovely and peaceful week!

Much love, always!

🙂

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Your Face!

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(Photo credit: Leroys)

What’s in a face you may wonder.

 The face captures the essence of the soul.

Your face is like the gate-keeper of your destiny.

It defines who you really are.

Your eyes draw people to you like magnet.

Your nose sniffs out success.

Your lips tastes life.

Your teeth sustain you!

Your cheeks impact on your glory.

 It puffs up when you’re full and shrinks at your lowest ebb.

Your face is permanently yours.

You can’t divorce your face.

You’re stuck with it!

You might BOTOX it.

Plum it up.

Try to redefine it.

 But you can’t go on holiday without it!

You can bleach it white.

 Or darken it with suntan creams.

But it’s forever yours!

Your face is beautiful.

 Your face is a mystery!

It’s the mirror to your soul.

Take care of your face guys… it would be with you for eternity!

I saw a man today on my way to work, my eyes locked with his for a brief second and we connected briefly. The man’s face stayed with me throughout today. He was an old man, probably tending towards eighty but he looked happy. I couldn’t help thinking of the kind of life he’d lived to that moment when we passed by each other like breeze on a country side. The writer in me sprung to life and when I got home, I penned this words. I hope you like it!

Much love to you my friends!

🙂 🙂

NP: This is my 100 post! How times fly…

A Straw In The Wind

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Straw (Photo credit: GlacierTim)

The wind kept blowing, taking me to places I never wanted to be

I felt myself been lifted high above the clouds and I sigh!

I saw a girl with brown hair, laughing

I fell back into the grass

There was no sound

Her laughter echoes and the force of it threw me off course and I drifted off

She giggles and I envied her beauty and innocence.

No wonder, I am envious, I am only a straw

Nobody cares for a straw

Lifeless straw!

Humans stepped on me but I can feel and sniffs tales from afar

Christmas is near, the end of the age is not far, some says

I have no qualms, after all

I am only a straw in the wind

with no cares in the world

Why do humans worry for what they cannot change!

Why stress over destiny?

Why fret over imaginations?

Why do they live in the past?

Afraid to move on!

I have no idea

Besides, I am only a straw

with no cares in the world

Wheeee, the wind is back

And as it took me off

I saw the girl with the brown hair again

And I wonder

What fate awaits her!

This is one of my poetic thoughts, I hope you’ll enjoy reading my life as a straw!

Happy Holidays Everyone! It’s Xmas soon isn’t it?