Your Face!

LEROY SKALSTAD

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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…

My Letter To Fear!

Nothing Left to Fear

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…