A Love Is Born And Peace Is Given

Dec24

Sorrow (Photo credit: Christolakis)

The angels sing and heralds a glorious cheer

Mourning flees and Hope is rekindle

Gloom was replaced by shouts of Joy

Weeping fled, it was replaced with glee

Sorrows flee to the distant sea as the clouds roar in praise

The sea rise to the songs of glorious beings arrayed in attires of

splendour.

Trumpets sounds and we rushed to cheer!

Merry Christmas I say to my friends and strangers in the street.

I love you all, says I, daughter of

Peace…

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I wish you my friends, a peaceful and joyous Christmas and to everyone who gave me awards, I appreciate you all from the bottom of my heart! Enjoy this season and give your souls reasons to cheer. Allow no place for sorrow or regret. Enjoy Today, December 24 2012 (here in the UK) is not coming again.

I love you friends:)

The Supernatural…

Dec17

(Photo credit: Andreas Krappweis)

This is a true story, please read on…

Gross darkness blanket our street as ravenous fever raged through my body like an inferno. My mom mopped my body with towels trying to bring the rampaging fever down. I watched with trepidation, my lips parched and dry.

It dawned on me that if I survive the night, I would be in the clear, but morning was like light years away. My mom looked at me with a mournful expression in her brown expressive eyes.

”You should have given your consent.”

”No mom,” I whispered with a vigorous shake of my head. I refused surgery because I had premonitions it would only worsen my condition.

Let me rewind back, to a week earlier…

I was a boisterous nineteen year old university girl. I was popular, well liked and friendly. Hardly would you see me with a frown, I was always smiling, why not? Life was good. My boyfriend ( now my husband) was one of the nicest man on campus, my course work was excellent but everything changed one windy night when I had a sharp pain in my left ear.

I thought nothing of it until almost a week later when I couldn’t hear properly, my condition rapidly disintegrated overnight and my boyfriend brought me home. My dad bundled me into his car and off we go!

At the hospital, the doctor did all sorts of tests and the final verdict was I had a growth in my ear and surgery was the right course of treatment but I refused and he sent me home with some medications. My neck was immobile, I couldn’t turn my head, I couldn’t eat and my ear hurt like hell, it was as if my throat was on fire! I was now torn between the devil and the deep blue sea, I chose the sea and my dad brought me back home.

I strode to my room and laid on my bed wondering if I had made the right decision. An earlier explosion on a transformer had plunged the street into darkness, my mom had left a lantern in my room but it suddenly went off. I listened to my breathing as pain racked through my body. The pain killers and antibiotics were powerless against the ferocious attack and I slowly drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

I don’t know how long I slept for but I woke up to a strange feeling, I was no longer alone, I wanted to call out but my voice was gone and I prayed this simple prayer.

”God, if you are real, please heal me now,”

prayer.. (Photo credit: aronki)

Few minutes after my prayer, I heard soft tapping on my bedroom floor…one…two…three and I felt a hand on my left shoulder and I heard this words,

”I am here,”

And peace washed over me and I was off again, this time around I must have slept for hours because when I woke up, everywhere was silent.

I stood up and the first thing I realise was, I could move my neck.

My throat was clear and my white night-dress was soaked with pus coming from my ear, I could swallow.

I’ve been healed!

That experience was so real and I knew God answers prayers. That was my first tangible experience with the supernatural!

That was one of the reasons why I write supernatural thrillers, has anyone else experienced some strange encounters? I’ll love to read your story.

Thanks for reading my post:)

Your Life Does Matter!

Nov11

English: A photograph of 3 teddy bears. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every one has dealt with issues in their lives, and sometimes, fear can rear its ugly head when you least expected. But constantly dwelling on your fears or weakness just reinforces it.

Which brought my wedding day to my memory, it was only a few hours away, my heart was light and suddenly the sun shone brighter, the leaves appear greener and Yogi, my teddy bear who has been my constant support throughout my growing years was looking radiant. Its fur was worn out and all its fluffiness was a distant memory but I still loved my Yogi, it was my birthday present when I was ten and fifteen years later, it was still by my side.

Then my dad walked into my room in the midst of the laughter and preparations, my friends were crammed inside, each one trying to outsmart the other with tales of years gone by, he beckoned me to follow him and I did, I was grinning like a Cheshire cat, I was getting married and the whole world is at peace, what more could I wish for?

”You will not find life smooth sailing every day Seyi,” he said closing the door of his room and staring straight into my eyeballs. My mood plummeted like a pack of cards as I watched the fleeting emotions on his face, did I perceived fear?

”You will face life threatening situations, just dig deep and you find the courage to fight off any adversary.”

”Why dad? Why speak of trouble, why not of triumphs and victories,” I countered.

He smiled and the dimples on his cheeks deepened.

”Because you cannot taste victory without first going to war and triumph cannot know your abode without a confrontation, that is the way life is, just have this at the back of your mind, your life does matter.” he replied and gave me a bear hug, patting me on the shoulder and I left his room.

Days later, his words haunted me and I was scared because the picture he painted was not rosy but he knew better, he’s been married for fifty years, they’ve endured unimaginable pressures and problems and they came out unscathed but more strengthened than ever.

My parents have enjoyed wealth and poverty, they’ve planted and reaped bountifully yet sometimes the store houses were empty and the ravaging wolves of poverty and disease attacked from all corners but they stood firm in their faith in the God of their lives and like he said, they’ve triumphed.

My dad is tipping towards the twilight of his life, he has failed severally and won many battles, he’s human and his weaknesses sometimes threatened to overwhelm him and when I think of how quick time flies my heart shudders with what would be and what could have been.

Peter Nelson is my father and I am proud to be his daughter, he once told me my life matters and I believed him because he was saying the truth.

Your LIFE matters too, you just have to believe me!

I am sure it does!!

Who You Chose To Be…

Nov5

English: In January 2009, President of the United States of America, George W. Bush invited then President-Elect Barack Obama and former Presidents George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, and Jimmy Carter for a Meeting and Lunch at The White House. Photo taken in the Oval Office at The White House. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Life is about choices, right now in some states, Americans are already voting for their next President, the man who would lead them for the next four years. If Obama did not seek for a re-election, someone else in his party would be standing in his place right now!

But he chose to do it again. Obama could have been selling drugs but he chose to go to school, study hard and make something of his life. Romney ( I don’t really know much about him) chose to get rich and he did.

Where am I going with this you may ask? It’s simple, you can choose to ruin your life or choose to forget about the mistakes of your past, your failures, your bitterness, hurts and forge ahead to break down new barriers.

Like yesterday, I chose not to write a single word of my novel, and today I am itching to start, I can even write more than five thousand words, it’s all about choices.

You can choose to be poor by not going to work or by drinking yourself into a stupor every night, psychiatrists call that addiction right? But I call it bad choices!

And you can choose to sit tight and write a 50,000,00 word novel this month of fiction fever (NaNoWrimo) and win a publishing contract. Or maybe, self publish it and make no sales or… a lot of sales.

Life is about choices and I hope to God, we’ll make the right one today!

My Letter To Fear!

Nov3

Nothing Left to Fear (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dear Mr. Fear,

I write to you today to let you that your hold over my life is over. I don’t hate you because in a way there are times when you actually pushed me to excel, especially in my career as a writer. And there is one aspect of you that still remains with me, which is my fear of the creator of my soul. I am in awe of Him, I love and respect Him, so you see, that is the only part of you that I can say I allow in my life.

Now, Mr. Fear, do you remember you almost killed me two years ago? That bright winter morning when I believed most of your lies that my heart would give way, even with new life growing inside me, you told me I would not hold my son in my arms and my heart was panting with the images of your lies which was deeply entrenched in my soul, till this day, it still baffles me when I allowed you in, I didn’t know when you crept in and almost crippled my faith. But you lost because I am alive!

I am here today by the grace of God, and my son has a mother standing by him, holding him and wiping tears away from his eyes when he is crying. My children have a mother they can see and touch, not the one who is in the grave.

I thank the lover of my soul who showed himself strong on my behalf. I am worthy, I am valuable and I mean a lot to my friends and family.

I guess there is nothing more to say… Actually there is, maybe someone is reading this open letter and is plague by fear. Just shake it off… Fear is a coward, it would flee!

Good bye Mr. Fear,

No Regards,

Seyi Sandra David.

Back to my NaNoWrimo novel…

Battle Of The Birds

Nov2

I was awoken from a very deep sleep with the droning voice of my ten-year old son complaining about his sister’s incessant noise. Well, I had to stand up and calm a rapidly disintegrating situation. I was up till like four in the morning writing my NaNoWrimo novel, so I was not in a very good mood.

Duck mob (Photo credit: jf1234)

And then there was a miracle, my husband had taken the day off work and skillfully rescued my life from the lion cubs (that’s what I call my children when they are in that kind of mood) by suggesting that we all go to the park.

I didn’t think it was a great idea but off we went and we had a blast! The only snag was, I left my camera at home, I would have taken pictures of how Squirrels, Ducks and Geese were battling to have a taste of the nuts my children were carrying. They did give out the nuts but it got to a stage where I was scared we would be mobbed by the ravenous birds.

My son then remarked, ”Mom, it’s the battle of the birds” And that was where I coined the title for this post.

The ducks got the upper hand partly because they were bigger and though the squirrels did put up a good fight, they were outnumbered by the ducks and geese. An hour later, we were on our way home because it was getting cold and I couldn’t help but relate that experience to life generally.

Life is incredibly hard and sometimes just surviving from one day till the next is a mammoth task but we should be very grateful to God for every little blessings!

Now, I’ll get back to my writing…

Squally Sandy

Oct28

East Didsbury (Photo credit: paulhome)

It’s all over the news, a mammoth storm ( tagged Hurricane Sandy, what a horrible name!) of great proportion is to hit the East coast of America affecting more than 50 million people spanned over eight states which has now declared a state of emergency.

My heart goes out to everyone in the line of this brutish, atrocious monster. Nature is arrogant, stiff-necked, downright selfish. Nature can take your house and you dare not talk! What courtroom would you take this gargantuan monster to? Nature cannot be tamed, it cannot be held to account. How would you approach it? Can you scold nature, can you tell it to shut its horrible howling face and tell it to get lost?

It will come back with a vengeance to haunt you! It will slap your face and you dare not retaliate? How can you? When you’ve got sand in your face and gravel in your mouth! When your fancy stiletto shoes gave you no refuge.

But I want to drag nature to court!! Now who is with me?

(I think every where is kind of silent)

I asked James Bond (Daniel Craig) and he took to his heels, even his fancy, custom-made cars were no match for nature. I knocked on the door of Barack Obama but he told me he was preparing for his election, but he promised to protect the American people, ( now I believed him, no fancy speech can halt Sandy’s fury) I drove to Romney’s house but his stern face aides won’t let me in except am a devout Mormon or his die-hard supporter, but I am neither. But I screamed my voice hoarse that nature is on the loose and we have to contain it. The door was slammed on my flushed face… Can you imagine my disgust at been shunned for trying to bring nature to justice?

Now after exhausting all my options, I sank to my knees, surely God would intervene and avert a major catastrophe.

Can you guys at least pray with me?

Behind Closed Doors

Oct24

English: Kristen Stewart at Hollywood Life Magazine’s 7th Annual Breakthrough Awards (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Have you ever wondered what happened behind other people’s closed doors! Wow! Wait there! You may holler and object but yeah, I do think about it sometimes and what brought about this weird idea?

The story of little April Jones, an innocent little girl snatched as she played near her family home, only God knows what happened to her! It was alleged she was abducted by a close family friend. And whatever happened to her afterward was behind closed doors! See my point? Wished I was right there in that seedy little house and punch the kidnapper in the face before taking her away from harm’s way.

Just imagine all kinds of atrocities people commit and at the end of the day when it’s revealed don’t you ever wish you could just bump in behind that closed door? Smashed it open and rescue the damsel in distress? Unfortunately, things don’t always go that way in the real world except in dreams! Or maybe Hollywood movies.

Right now am watching ‘Twilight’ as I am penning this post (the first series) and Kristen Stewart was saved several times from other predators by her Vampire boyfriend, I don’t really want to delve deeper on the movie but I just fantasised sometimes about having supernatural power that could help people in distress.

So there you have it. Which brought something to my remembrance, I was writing as usual in the living room after putting the kids to bed when I heard a piercing scream. I ignored it, it could be passersby playing pranks, it’s happened before but the screaming persisted so I had no choice than to investigate, (my husband was still at work by the way!)

To my horror, a lady was been assaulted in a car parked opposite my house! What effrontery!! I was shocked, didn’t know what to do so I went back upstairs and took my phone, when I opened the door downstairs, the screaming had intensified and then I dialled the police.

As if on cue, the door of the Vauxhall car opened with a vengeance and the lady was pushed out with such brute force, I almost fainted with the level of violence and the car zoomed off into the night.

I clicked my phone shut when I saw the look in the eye of the lady which seemed to say, ‘Mind your business!’

And I did, nothing more I could do. At least she wasn’t killed which made me quite happy.

Madness Of A Mob

Oct9

The price placed on human life is significantly lower than that of animals in some countries and it is scary to even think about it. I was sent straight to the stone age when the news broke about a horrible lynching in Nigeria.

The scene was akin to something you’d watch in a low budget horror movie, it was gory and I couldn’t bring myself to watch the whole sordid thing on YouTube but this horrible madness should be vehemently condemned.

The story broke out on Friday evening and initially the facts surrounding the events leading up to the lynching were sketchy but by the time all the facts were laid bare, I was literally shaking with disgust. I think it was last Friday when four university students in Port Harcourt, River state in southern part of Nigeria were alleged to have been caught red-handed stealing mobile phones and laptop, and ‘jungle’ justice was meted out on them.

So the boys were caught stealing but that does not warrant such an act of barbarism and coward disregard for the rule of law and the sanctity of human life. The Norwegian monster, Breivik who murdered young people on a retreat was jailed for a mere twenty one years, actually he deserved the death penalty for his actions but Norway was trying to send a message out and I think it should be phrased thus ”WE ARE CIVILISED”

This act of taking laws into one’s own hands shows the level in which a society has disintegrated to, it’s disgraceful, inhumane and evil. I knew some people have been apprehended but what would come out from such a trial? It is really scary that at this age, human beings could descend so low to kill and even have the audacity of filming the whole sordid act.

The perpetrators should be apprehended and dealt with in a civilised manner. I am sure Hitler would be grinning wherever he is, because he’s got company.

Only God knows the madness inherent in people…

Less Of A Monster!

Jul31

A View of Earth from Saturn (Photo credit: alpoma)

Of recent, I have watched different programmes about the end of the world. And it really got me thinking of what really matters, not the bills which sneaked stealthily through my door this morning, nor my recalcitrant agent or my elusive publishers. None of this weighty issues bothered me this morning when I woke up but just this composite thought. Our beautiful earth is groaning under the weight of incessant wars, uncontrollable population and sheer wickedness and cruelty directed towards all living things. The degree and level with which these atrocious acts have been repeatedly committed is alarming. And I thought, will the world truly come to an end?

Yes, there will be an end, but no one can really predict the exact time and moment. And you would think that sometimes we should just pause and reappraised our lives, but do we do that? Don’t know about you but I sure do once in a while, like now as I am writing this piece.

And I ask myself soliloquizing, are we living in a cocoon? Isolated from the real world or actually living in ‘a world village’ whereby we can integrate and live with anyone from any race, tribe or ideologies. Where there is nothing like been politically correct, where there is no cast system, where the smoky bridge between the rich and the poor are irrevocably extinguished.

But It was not so in the beginning. God created all things beautiful and then the devil came and mess it up right? Wrong! Humans did the messing up bit, we lost the plot big time. But how do we rectify it all, simple! By becoming less of a monster!!

But if the world will really come to an end then what is the essence of life itself? This is a question I often ask myself; why the race to be rich at all cost and at the same time why would you want to be a pauper? If the world should implode today due to our destructive natures and selfishness, what would have been the reason for it all in the first place?

Why was the earth created by God? Why create humans and allow them to build weapons of mass destruction to annihilate each other? Now, these are questions I can’t comfortably answer but I do know that God gave us free will, it’s up to you what you make of it!

And to all my questions above, I believe the essence of life is love. It’s as simple as that and I truly believe God created the world out of His love for humanity and all the richness of the earth for us to enjoy.

Maybe time is running out but we can still make an impact. Whether the world ends when I finish writing this post or in five billion years. We can make a change. A random acts of kindness will make us less of a monster.

Thanks for reading my post!