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Four months down the road… I am excited. Thoroughly! I am actually making it through this season of my life. 2013, as one of my friends shared is for me a year of new beginnings. Every aspect of my life has changed. For some reason it feels more like a movie script. God inscribed season one, finished, and now He as at work writing season two (watch this space) At the beginning of it I was certain I wouldn’t make it past month one. Being in a foreign country, my mind was and still is sometimes preoccupied with thoughts of boarding the next plane and flying back home. (I even put aside a jar where I save money to pay for a return ticket). If you ask me why, I’m not too sure how I’d answer you, if at all I’d open my mouth to- I think I’d just smile, hoping you’d figure it out by yourself. The life within the unknown is one that gives you two options: one is to make the best of it. Two is to sit down and grumble, complain and believing an angel will come from heaven with good t

Times like these, no words can be uttered at all, even if I wanted to. I look intently at the millions of women (and men) who for one reason or another have had their hearts broken. Shuttered into pieces by what once used to bring them joy, hope and reason for living. It’s a world full of broken hearts, and if you don’t believe me, you probably need to turn your radio up and listen to the hits of today. Everyone seems to be singing of broken hearts like it’s a festive season incorporated in the calendar. There’s consolation from every artist you can think of and one way or another, we find ourselves soaked into the lyrics of the song coz as many say, “it speaks to me.” The aftermath of music as a remedy to forget it all is this: you will listen to it for some minutes but it won’t change the damage on the inside. You will request it all the time there’s a request show or better still download it so you can blast it for all to hear on replay. Question from others though will be,

This right here is a post I wrote on my wall a few days back… “I am probably going to be hated for saying this but for real it has to be addressed. It is sad and rather painful that of late, the trend has been, to celebrate more Baby showers BEFORE we celebrate Bridal showers. Where did we go wrong?” It doesn’t take a one-on-one appointment to have someone open up about their past. Try make a statement in relation to it and you will probably witness a side to them you never thought existed. It will then dawn on you that not everyone who has a glimmering smile on their face, a drop-dead gorgeous body and attractive personality, has been like that from the beginning.   There’s been a growing trend of more baby showers before bridal showers. Many have said its normal, others have said it’s worrying; others have insisted it’s the last days and we need to repent and turn from our wicked ways. In as much as I agreed, I was convinced I hadn’t yet received an appropriate answer. No

It’s not a common kind of adoration It’s unseen yet felt It’s hidden yet you still see it It’s promising It may be intangible But your belief in it brings you undying hope. It blooms from the ordinary surface Right through you innermost being It’s one of a kind… it’s unique. It’s genuine, it’s true It’s priceless, it’s pure It’s overwhelming, it’s accepting It desires to know the good Then accepts the past By presenting the fact… That you’re beautiful, and nothing, Absolutely nothing can ever change that. It seeks God It spells the G.O.D. in another And doesn’t discourse the ‘d.o.g.’ in them (MEN ARE NOT DOGS!) It’s comforting to the troubled soul Eases every bit of your mind It treats as Royalty Portrays servant leadership- full of loyalty. The lady waits to be found She doesn’t display her heart’s contents carelessly, all year round The man pursues whilst waiting to conquer He gives the ultimate respect due… that’s pro