Month: December 2015
You know the season of the year we are in and all the motivational and life coaching stuff that comes with it. So, I’ll not attempt to lecture you on the do’s and don’t’s of this time.
The coming year is bringing some thoughts, and I’ll like to share. If you’re reading this and you’re already in 2016, interpret it as “the new year brought some thoughts, and I’ll like to share”.
I have an event for 2nd of January 2016 organised by Christ Ambassadors (Past teenagers of Achiever’s Garden, RCCG Glorious Chapel), and that day seems far when I think of it. But the reality is that the event is less than 43hours from now! You see, we sometimes, (unconsciously) think that after a year, time will wait for us to bask in the euphoria of a new year before beginning the new year, and time and time again, time has told us that she’s got no breaks!! Time doesn’t care baby! She respects no nigga or “niggress”!!
There’s no New Year, just a new day! We just count 365/366 sunrises and sunsets, call it one year, and start counting another set of days again and the cycle goes on and on. We developed a machine- the watch/clock- to keep track of movement of planetary bodies, and after some moments, we say one minute, one hour, one week, one year has passed.
What am I really saying? In the midst of this season or any other season, we must bear in mind that these moments we have are more than enough but are beyond our control. There’s enough time to do or achieve anything we want, but we don’t just control it, because here in this 3-dimensional universe, time is a boss!
Celebrate, dance, sing, party, laugh, play,
look for trouble, but do not put your life on hold just to celebrate this time. Cheers!!
Happy New Year guys! I wanna go and celebrate!
Thank you for reading. Let me hear your thoughts, I smile whenever I see them.
Shoutout to MARYHILL I hope you now know I post a blog.
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It’s Christmas day!! (Well, depending on what part of the world you are now).
Sometime ago, a friend asked a question “What does love mean to you?”. I thought it will be nice to share my reply here, since it’s a season of love (although all seasons are of love anyway). Here’s my reply:
What love means to me………..hmmmm. If everyone is expected to write on this theme, I believe plain sheet of paper will become rarer than paper currency in the whole world. Different people have different conceptions about love shaped mostly by experience, some by hearsay, and others by intuition. Some say “love is a serious mental disease”, others say “love is wicked”, another group say, “God is love”, some also say “I don’t believe in love”. But truth be told, love is the force of life. Life is made up of a series of relationships from beginning to end – some will last a lifetime, others won’t- and love is the bedrock of relationships.
Enough of the talk talk that’s like “OP”. Love, to me is a decision, not a feeling. I’m not saying feelings are not in love oh, I’m only saying that they are the FRUITS, not the ROOT of love. Most couples at the cliff of divorce when asked seperately, whether they love each other, they, majority of the times, as stated by counsellors, will answer in the positive. Though, what they feel at that time is like the opposite. A child still loves the mother that shouted at or beat her, though she feels very sad (If you’re within the African continent you’ll understand this). What I’m saying is this, if love were to be a feeling, we’ll not only have broken homes, but a broken planet, and I mean that literarily!! The world will be full of people with “deca-polar” personality disorder.
At different points what you feel for the things or people you love may be a galaxy apart from the love you have decided to have for them. Love is a decision, and this is especially so for people dating and by extension the married. If he took your breath away the first day you saw him, your lungs just needed to be filled, it wasn’t love. If you had goose pimples the first time you met her, bros that day was cold, it was winter (or harmattan in Nigeria) and you weren’t in thick clothes. It was not love. If she gave you butterflies in your tummy, on your first discourse, it was not love, you probably hadn’t eaten for hours.
Those feelings do not define what love is. They don’t.
Love is a decision to share, care and add value to a person or thing. Feelings come as a fruit of that decision. Please, I feel love too oh. I still miss the special people in my life, I still feel like teleporting to where they are right now, I still smile when I imagine their faces and the times we share.
Merry Christmas once again. Special Shout Out to LEAP Africa’s S2W 11.15. Love and miss you guys.
So, what does love mean to you? I LOVEEEEEEE to
hear see your comments.
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Long time no connect. Just enjoy this, with love.
Amidst the yawning and the stretching
Her body on my bed and her skin on mine
Took me far beyond cloud nine
The brightness of her eyes too powerful
Much more than radiography on a cancer patient
It sure could heal all ills
The warmth of her breath on my lips
Melted the lip cracks cause by this dry “Saharian” wind on a trip
Her arms, caressing life into me
Perusing my ebony skin from crown to toe
Sending chills, no, warmth down my spine
She rolled me up in her
Cuddling me like an infant
For you, I’ll remain a baby forever!
I want to have you both day and night
I wish it will ever be possible
I love you sweetheart
I love you dear SUN