Panic Attacks

I need advice fast,

My former boss has refused to write a reference letter for me and that is impeding my confirmation, i hate confronting his pride.

what do i do?

Still here

Once Upon A time..........
in a far far far away land
lived a little girl who had dreams of getting married and be a wonderful mother and wife to her family. She dreamt of love always, that one day she will find love that will sweep her off her feet.
Her name Nana meant so many things and more of the things she wanted to be, she felt resentment in her mother who told her at a young age that she's a mistake can't she see the age difference between her immediate elder brother and her? And she resented her mother too, with all her heart she thought of escape away far far away with her prince in shining armour, who must be Tall Dark and Handsome just like the movies, with an danger all around him. she lived in fairytale land hoping for this reality.

and years passed,
events after event
heart break after heart break....


then she met a Tall Handsome Prince, who swept her off her feet, told the world about how he wanted to make her his queen. Floating in air of love and euphoria she followed, bruised battered by exposure as she followed him through the rocky mountain trail he had carved out, walking steadily behind him till they got to the top..

alas.........
the world as his audience, Nana without a clue waiting for the applause from the crowd was stunned as he threw her to the bottom, broken and bruised. She realised who he was, Dark and Cruel, heartless without a doubt. Years

Resentment deepened, depression widened and hate filled her heart.



Nana moved on until................





Its been a long while i wrote something, something insightful. work or should i say writer's block. i guess lots of bloggers have moved on tired of checking up on my page, even me i am tired too sef clicking and seeing nothing posted on my page!
well alot has been happening, you know when you are always busy or working but never seem to know what exactly your doing? thats just how i feel. lately i've been thinking about my dreams and future plans, but i get stoommped! either by events present past or present, finance or the plain ol' been a lazy ass.

and i wonder? my skills are rusting, my contacts will soon be forgotten, pride has grown, age is a plus, focus are changing and am still stuck in the old mold. That's why i hate facebook, cos everyone seems to be having a great time except me. (okay am whining)lol....

this is like my wakeup call, especially for those at the throes of danger, life is lived fast paced and i want mine to be filled with excitement, adrenaline rush...okay maybe just plain smile at night knowing that i achieved something, touching someone with my experience and little knowledge making a positive difference.

FREE JONATHAN ELENDU

its my birthday

okay, today is not my birthday, sunday the 28th of september is and am going to be 28wow! it rhymes o! born on 28th and celebrating my 28th! okay back to normal..

am i excited? nope

looking forward to it?....hmmm well kinda (i don't want to be old.....;-0)

no party no anything, best i can do is get a cake for my gals and oooo am looking forward to having dinner with my boo in this restaurant ehnn....
well i feel am just rambling, don't want to raise my expectations etc and be dissappointed so 'll take the day as it comes.

pls stop by nikky's had a blast at her wedding.
thanks guys for your comments, pretty hard losing someone close, saw him in my dream once....ok am moving on.

lemme let u leave and don't forget to wish your gal a happy birthday!

In Memory

I'm awake, tired and restless with thoughts running through my mind, of life and many things i can't just pin point, my mind is just racing faster than a sports car.

Lost a close friend and business partner couple of weeks ago, he was just 28 we where filled with dreams he was overfilled with dreams of taking the media world by storm...but he's gone. my business partner left, gone with his dreams. I wish i worked half as hard as he did, cos i dumped all the work on him and at a point we had a friendly argument...i feel sad and numb as i think about him and pray. Pray for his soul to be at rest, finally at rest from the hassles of this life and Lagos in particular. I pray for his family especially his sister to be strong. I just pray.


RIP Lanre.

update

i miss blog ville alot, just changed jobs and it takes ingenuity to be able to browse blogs especially when your screen is directly in front of the big boss! so its limited browsing blog time....*wiping tears*i miss delving into your worlds. anyways its all cool i promise to drop by from time to time.

yeah i got a new job and its really cool...it was a miracle! i just thank God!

o! i got my anulment papers and i feel soooo relived! out! am out!

i think am in love....ok i'll stop there...lol

what else...am presently going through a heart breaking period involving a close friend and...please i need your prayers for this evil wind to blow pass.

i've lost some weight, tummy has reduced too! i must fit perfectly into my bridesmaid dress o! o!am gonna be a bridesmaid in september and am sooo excited and its one of my best pal and neighbour's wedding so it just has to be IT!!!

i miss my family..lol..but sometimes love them from afar..lol hope am not cruel but i love them all the same.

i miss listening to music especially christian rock, don't have free time amymore.

ok i think thats all the update i can remember right now..

forgot to add that am trying to grow my hair, especially my front hairlines, its almost like its receeding..help!!!!lol. so pls i need hair growing tips before am tempted to do the gorimpa style o (according to solomonsydelle)lol

take care and have a great funfilled weekend

My Addictions (110 post)

AM an addict!!

okay i see you waiting to hear hawt gist, anyways am addicted to chewing gum at work and i need help to break it. if am not chewing am drinking black coffee. chai! wich kin wahala be this?


pls suggestions o! help a sista.

DAYO AND NANA (draft)

THIS IS ESPECIALLY FOR SOL sorry dear, have been to busy to use my imagination creatively on this story.

How do you want the story to go? your comments / reviews(negative or positive) are greatly welcomed. Read part 1 here

all typos are mine! enjoy! and remeber its just a draft!


Dayo and Nana where the perfect young urbane couple with the right pedigree, beauty, brains. He from a prominent family in the western part of the country, while Nana was from the oil rich South with a blend of northern ancestry from her mother’s side. He was proud of his achievements as an oil mongul and his pretty minute wife a top investment banker / director in the leading bank in the country. Their marriage was 6 months and going strong but Dayo had doubts, sometimes he felt he was making a mountain out of nothing but the thought kept nudging his mind. Like those pills, he never understood why Nana had to take the pills, for chrissakes they where married so no need for pills and this is Nigeria, children are gifts not that he was keen on having babies immediately, hey ! that would cramp his style maybe a bit but….the first time he realized it he treated it with a shrug only for him to realize that Nana took it religiously and the bottle was never empty. He confronted her and she laughed it aside saying its just for awhile and yet 6 months later he still saw the pills in her wardrobe. Come to think of it, the past years he’s been good at appearing and reappearing he really didn’t no that much about her except from the normal or is it the obvious things that he’s supposed to know. She knew him inside out , in more ways he could imagine than he knew the colours of her underwear. His heart started beating, well maybe there’s no cause for alarm but he’ll never forget what his best man , Nnamdi Offor told him about seeing Simple X at the wedding, Nuhu Abu Malik aka Simple X. Simple X was seen whispering something to Nana. He tried analyzing the connection between X the young billionaire with a questionable source of income and his sweet, docile Nana. None came to mind, maybe investments but to his knowledge Nana was not managing any of X’s portfolio.he thought several times of letting 3rd eye agency chief, Sandy trail her for a week but he thought against it, haba! He still had his own tracks to cover and there was no need alerting or drawing undue suspicions on his wife after all she’s too smart not to notice and that could be a dicy situation. The problem is she’s just too smart and very controlling of her emotions and you never know whats going through her mind unless she tells you , that for sure he knew about her and recently too. But he’s da Don! No woman can fast ass him anywhere in the world! So she better watch out. And he was damn falling helplessly in love with her. Rosa has been complaining that he called her name whenever they got down together. Well she’s his wife so what? What name does she want him to call, his mother? She should get a grip as she knew the rules. Nana and X was all he could think about that morning and the bottles of contraceptive pills. Was there any link somewhere was all he could think of. Well so far he had no cause for alarm because the Nigerian Super Model Efe has been seen in the arms of X for a while now, and where photographers delight in major social events.

She left very early for work that morning; she had series of meetings to cover. He felt her peck deep in slumber as she rushed out the room. He picked up the bottle of pills and kept it in his wardrobe, he had a slow day today, no meetings, his desk was clear, and business was going strong Arly Petcom was one of the largest and best Oil companies in Africa. His father was the CEO and his elder brothers Olu and Mark where Executive Directors while he was the current MD, taking after Mark 2 years before. Soon it would be time to move on and make way for his younger sister Biola.it was a family tradition for each Arlington child to manage all their father’s company and be on the directors before settling on what they like. Father was strict on work ethics and required all his children to work themselves to the bone but Dayo was the only one that got away with lots of things, his father just overlooked him shaking his head. Mark and Olu where the perfect sons, hard working, scandal free, perfect wives and all. At least he married the perfect Arlington wife he chuckled to himself. And definatley Biola is getting married to that cocaine snorting son of the Chairman of XXXX their union had been endorsed since she was in diapers and funny both of them got along very well and thank God his sister had stayed clear of the drug scene and forced Emeka to the rehab in New Jersey. So far he’s been getting positive reviews of Emeka’s recovery. Well he loved his sister and wanted the best for her, and was a strong supporter when the engagement was threatened by substance abuse, she wanted out unless he faced his problems and get help. Anyways that was cleared now and he wished them the best.





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semi update

I was tagged by Nikkisab

Rules:
1. Link the person/people who tagged you
2. Mention the rules in your blog
3. Mention six(6) spectacular quirks of urs
4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by adding their links
5. Let each of the tagged bloggers know they've been tagged..via their blogs


Here it goes my quirks

1. I hate feathers, anything feathery, live chic/chicken any kind of fowl. gives me the creeps and nightmares. very disturbing to me.

2. I love spending time in bathroom and toilet, its so calming, enjoy reading in the toilet too.

3. i get lost in books, anything literary holds my attention...i love the whodunnit novels never ever could stand all those romance novels makes me puke. Never read M & B, Harlequin and black lace novels.

4. i day dream alot and imagining things, i like weaving stories about people on the streets....

5. I love thinking and designing business ideas, have operated a dozen or so business ideas and i always loose focus once it succeeds/is in operation.

6. my attention span is close to zero, i lose concentration very fast and am impatient.

i know am wayyyyyyy behind in posting this so i tag anybody and every body reading this blog.


miss you guys and would be back for proper proper update.

This is where i am and hope to be,its about a journey unfinished.


I love your mind,
It speaks volumes in your eyes.
Small eyes, wide visions,
Of me and you, together. Again.Forever.Amen.

April Foool

Hello!

Hope you had fun on April 1st, me had too much fun and now am wanted! lol....my mischievious self took a hold of me and played naughty pranks on couple of friends bf included, now one of them Obi is asking for a revenge!

Have fun and would b back in a min!

Oh my question is still on 'Does true love really exist? Is anyone undeserving of it? How does it act / feel?

Have a fun weekend!

I de o!

Sorry guys,

will be right back for more juicy gist on Dayo and Nana.

Mwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh



Things am pondering on right now......
Does true love really exist? Is anyone undeserving of it?

He remembers……….

The day he decided to sit his stray ass down was the night that Nana pointed a gun at him.
That was a year ago he remembered vividly, A gun he never knew existed or belonged to his diminutive and quiet off and on girlfriend of 7 years. Fun loving Nana had a gun in his face and tears in her eyes, talking hysterically about his other girlfriends and Rosa, asking him why he lied to her, He couldn't believe his eyes or his ears, it was a dream he tried convincing himself but no way he could see the nozzle of the gun pointed at him, infact pointed to his head!

They had just come in from a last Friday night out, it was past 2am when they walked into his flat, and they rushed to the settee struggling and giggling to find a comfy spot, her eyes sparkled as she laughed throwing her head back. He filled the small settee with his body while she lay on his body, holding him tight. She felt as small on him as he could barely feel her weight as she snuggled on his chest then she quickly got up mumbling and headed straight for the room. Well, closing his eyes and drifting slightly waiting for her to come back, he heard the wardrobe slam and sound of things been scattered the sound was coming from the other room , yeah the room that he always kept locked whenever Nana was around, 'shit' he said to himself getting up and runing up the stairs. the sound of things being scattered became louder as he got to the top of the stairs , the door was wide open and he could see her back, the furious little hands was scattering clothes in the wardrobe, female clothes.
'baby' was all he could say with a gentle soft voice, she spurned round and pointed the gun at him, tears streaming down her eyes.

'baby you know I told you not to come into this room, its my sister's' he said trying to cajole her,

'yeah right your sister…, so how come this picture of you kissing your sister is framed in here? and which of your Sisters,ehen? The one your father never saw? abi?' she asked him pointing to a picture of him with Rosa

'…I told you that's past, told you all about her …please baby drop the gun we can talk about it' he said trying to come closer,

'if you take any step closer I'll shot you' she said her voice stern with warning ' so you tell me its over but your phone says it isn't, you still send her texts messages, you still love her and want her, what about 'fricking me? Ehen? Ehen? I'm just a plaything...abi? talk now' her voice getting higher filled with emotions as tears streamed down her face

'…..you liar! Liar!! Talking all that shit about love and how you can't do anything without me! What about Rosaa! ? ehenn' she was pacing, crying and talking at same time, the gun was wobbly in her fingers, she was shaking

'…baby, I'm sorry you know I love you' he said in the most soothing voice he could muster, trying to creep slowly to her side, he had to get the gun, his life was at stake here and didn't want anything happening to both of them,

'DON'T BABY ME!' she screamed, turning to him, he quickly froze in his tracks. He was just 3 paces away from her, her eyes were bloodshotred,like she had smoked a joint or filled up on brandy. luckily the gun was faced down, dangling from her fingers....it was a Smith & Wesson Ladysmith, prayerfully he inched closer, he took another step closer, she was breaking down, sobbing like a baby, the next steps came so fast and felt like an eternity as he finally and gently removed the gun from her hands. He held her and fell on the bed. Cradling her in his arms, she was shaking and crying, he could feel the tremor, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead he felt so bad and, annoyed with himself. What if she was a real lunatic, gone loco or something? He asked himself he might have been dead by now, he looked at Nana, the tears had stopped but the tremors where getting harder, he felt so sorry for her , checking to quantify the feelings he had for her. The past 6 months where wonderful, they kept breaking up and coming back that he was used to her presence, calmness and personality. He thought about Rosa, the girl in the picture, she was exotic, tall colored like chocolate milk and lithe. Those where the attraction, the thrill but where his heart laid was here with Nana, Nana in his arms. He held her tightly kissing her scattered hair. His thought went to Delia, it was just a flirtatious affair, she liked the fun and was available so he took the chance or was it Afa or Kenam? 'All this most stop', he thought to himself, here he was putting the girl of his life in such pain, first time in his life he felt loved. Loved by this woman whom he's treated shabbily in the past, this woman who knew him to his bones. Next thing she shrugged his hands off and jumped off the bed out the door in a flash, the next thing he heard was a loud slam of the front door. Before he got to the last stairs he heard her car reversing, he was shouting the security guard's name as he stormed out of the house,

"Dave! Don't open the door for her, lock the gates!' too late as the motorized gates where already wide open and Nana sped off into the night.

'God!' he shouted holding his head with his hands. 'This girl will not kill me o!' thank God he hasn't changed clothes and his keys where still in his pockets,where his thoughts as he sprinted towards his BMW Z4 coupe, he knew she was crying again and her thoughts jumbled up, he prayed she could drive as the time was 3am. Well she rarely drank alcohol and took just a little brandy at the last club before they came home. Well that was what he hoped as he remembered her eyes and he prayed she wasn't under the influence of any substance.

After 7 years of being together he knew just where she'll be, at Silva's house her best friend that hated him with a passion, she saw it in her eyes and her voice whenever he was around her. Dave open the door he shouted as the security guard was staring at him confused, Dave started running towards the gate to manually open it as he sensed the urgency in his boss's voice, he wanted to explain why he allowed Madam out but his boss was not in the mood for small talk. ..'God what he going to do when he sees her, he wanted her now than before, he loved the fire and spark in her eyes. He wanted the strength in her voice with him always.

He was like a mad man driving ready to pass through any barricade just to get to her, Silva's house was 30 minutes away but he got there in 12 miintues. Parking at the gate he started knocking so loud, he saw the porch lights where on and Silva's husband, Baba was already walking towards the gate, by the far left was a black BMW X3, Nana's car.

'Hey dude!' Baba called out as he got close to the gate,

'you in serious trouble' he said with a chuckle.

'Sammy oya open the gate' Baba instructed his security guard, Dayo was in no time for chit chat and Baba was tired of seeing his wife upset. Dayo sprinted straight to the house with Baba calling out to be careful of the women and their trouble. He got to the porch and tried opening the door it was locked.

'Awhhh come on please open the door I need to see Nana' Dayo said pleadingly,

'no way she's not here. I wonder what Baba told you' Silva replied her voice muffled from within.

'See Silva please her car is parked outside' Dayo said pleading

'Go away she does not want to see you',
Baba was soon behind him,

'sweets its ok, open the door for him or for us'.

'Baba please stay out of this' came her warning voice

'Ok, am I going to sleep outside?' Baba asked his furious wife

'Yes, what did I tell you to do? I told you to make sure that the guards do not open the gate. Didn't I? So you have to stay out till daylight' came her fast reply before she added 'Sweets'

'Awwwwwwwwwh come on sweets, baby doll, please am really sorry, thought you told me to let him in and Nana said i should let him in....please Baby' no reply came from within after 5 minutes

'ok am escorting Dayo away right now' Baba said, as they made to turn round they heard Nana's voice talking softly to Silva, they where behind the door and talking quietly...

'Please Silva, don't do this to your husband because of me, please open the door', Nana pleaded

'Please open the door, please, please' Nana begged her friend.

Silva finally opened the door after several minutes of pleading, angry talks and quiet letting Dayo and Baba in. Nana was sitting in a dark corner her body bent, Dayo walked straight to her knelt down, the tears where hot streaming down her eyes. He cleaned them with his palm,

'Nana would you marry me?' was the next thing he said. He was shocked by what came out his mouth, that was an understatement he was stunned by his words. Nana was quiet and still.

'shit, i've messed this up again' he thought to himself.

'Nana am very sorry and I promise today in the presence of God, Silva and Baba I'll stop playing around and be all the man you want me to be. I'm sorry for hurting you and putting you through such pain and heartache. Please forgive; I want you by my side always with me at night. Please Nana, I love you',

he just had to make things right and if promising her the whole of Lekki would make thing right he was prepared to do it. Her bent head went up and stared at him, her big eyes searching him, that wasn't what he planned to say and he felt so scared by the words that came out his mouth, commitment, 'stop playing!' he shouted at himself inside. Well he really needed God now was all he could mutter under his breathe. Slowly he leaned and kissed her on the lips. The lips where like wood, immovable and dry.
then he heard her baby voice

'I'm sorry for pointing a gun at you, never meant to harm you in anyway' she muttered as he tried kissing her again.

'Please forgive me' she said and she held him. He was sure Silva was fuming as he held Nana.

'I've forgiven you, its all my fault am really sorry baby......' he replied holding her close to his chest.

'Please answer my question, will you marry me?' he asked again, more determined to be honest and true to his feelings and reality.


And her answer gave birth to this day, a year and 2 months later. He could see his beautiful wife dancing with joy, looking so beautiful, with her .42kt diamond platinum ring sparkling bright the sure envy of lots of girls. he felt so proud, finally he did it, this day is finally happening was all he could tell himself. Dancing close to his bride when his roving eyes caught Rosa smiling and giving him a wink, she looked so ravishing and sexy just like the night before....


to be continued....................

She said.........

‘I do’, all smiles

Her heart burning with strong hate ready to do harm at any slight sense of provocation.
He danced away, happy to the music of the live band. His mother’s head bobbing, such a nice woman, ‘sorry am going to break your son into pieces and make him miserable just like me’ her smiling face deceptive, her steps prophetic like an olokun priestess, her looks mesmerizing till she caught a glimpse of new paths undiscovered, the ground refused to open, she was stiff with shock, her lips trembling not to the sound of the music but to the rhythm in his eyes. The large crowd kept changing scenes, it was a society wedding and everybody just had to mingle but she stood still locked in his gaze, in a fleeting moment he disappeared only to reappear by her side whispering ‘I’ll always love you’, her heart wrenched with hurt and her bf knew, running to be by her side while he disappeared into the dancing, mingling crowd, she hoped that would be the last time she’ll hear or see him forever.

She remembered last night with him, his hands stroking her long neck, calling her name like in a dream touching her breast lightly moans escaping her throat, she shivered in excitement waiting for his hands to slide into her, deep deep into that place. His name was all she could hear in her brain. His long fingers running through her hair sent shivers down her spine, she could remember the parts of her skin those hands trailed.

As she stood there her chief bride’s maid trying to coax her to dance to the beat of the band. All this happening within a split of a second. Her gaze trailed him dancing oblivious of the drama playing out. She quickly scanned the crowd of society climbers and was satisfied that none noticed what happened, she continued dancing with renewed vigor, working up a sweat praying that all things go fine today.

Her Mother in Law noticed the guy in the green kaftan leaning and whispering to Daughter in Law, she noticed his build and his eyes, and how he brushed his hands on her shoulders, she saw the look in DIL eyes and knew there was trouble brewing somewhere in the future between stranger and DIL. she wondered what she knew about DIL, not much only that she was a sweet pretty girl. Respectful and helpful, maybe a bit reserved, quiet and shy but all that she concluded that with time they’ll get used to each other. She was happy when Dayo finally brought her home as his bride after all she read in the papers and gossip columns about their on and off relationship. She knew her mother very well via tabloids and town gossip, nice and soft spoken and was glad on her son’s choice; after all she was aware of her son’s status in the society as a player causing heartbreaks everywhere in town and even abroad. She chuckled to her self remembering an incidence that happened in St Louis 3 years ago involving the Jaiye – Daniels’s daughter… ‘emm what’s that her name’ she tried to remember. Her Dayo was a handsome catch she must confess just like his father 32 years ago. For the past year, he’s changed and she attributed that to DIL and now this unfolding drama was suspicious she thought to herself as she meandered her way to DIL, her eyes fixed on the back of the departing stranger, she caught a side glimpse of him but his build she’ll never forget. She thought of the feeling she had when she saw those hands touch DIL’s face, she quickly shrugged it off. Getting to the circle of the dancing crowd, the band leader started singing her praise; she could see her hubby from the corner of her eyes searching for her, her face broke into a wide smile, thoughts of DIL was quickly forgotten as she made her way to her hubby. They just celebrated 35 wonderful years of being together and that was her prayer for her kids and their family. The K1 band where playing their hit songs interspaced with the name of Chief Soladoye Arlington and his beautiful wife. The spraying crowd soon multiplied around the older couple as the danced to the beat, Thousand Naira note was rare sight as 100 dollars and pounds where seen flying in the air. The crowd soon covered the dancing old and new couples.

DIL was soon caught up in the mood of the moment, her $5000 Vera Wang dress was not stopping her from dancing yahoozee , Dayo was strutting his stuff well in an Ozwald Boateng suit, she was sure millions of girls would kill to be in her shoes. She stretched to look for her parents, they too where making theier way to the dance floor never to be out done by the Arlington’s, Brid. Gen. (Rtd) Mohammadu Lawal and his lovely wife soon created their own crowd of dancing enthusiasts with the band leader singing the praises of both great men and their families. The wedding was themed wedding of the two powerful and big families of the country. Same magazines that carried countless stories of their off and on relationships where fighting to get exclusive scoops of the couples and the wedding.

to be continued.......................

She says..........

What heals that piercing pain?

She repeated her vows over and over to herself,

wanting to believe in them trying to believe in him, and his professed love.
He begged her back into his life after all the humiliations and countless heartbreak he caused her, she held on thinking they where meant for each other, then she left.

The courage to leave came from within, but she left all the same, searching, searching.

'They where never meant to be, that was a huge tale', she reminded herself over and over as she stumbled and fell, going over countless scenarios of revenge, hate and love. Her head calculating bidding her time waiting for fate.

Then he found her, kneeling and begging professing love for a thousand years. Proposing to her was the next best trick he could do and he did, making her torn in two split personalities, struggling to love and hate. It was an equal battle either side winning.

She left new path undiscovered, unsure to follow him.

‘Nut head’ she called him over and over and a date was set and it seemed like a dream, good or bad she could not tell.

Trying to be happy, she flowed with the rhythm but missed the steps.

She tried so hard, her mother could see it in her eyes; her sad sad eyes spoke volumes shouting, screaming ‘I don’t trust you! You killed me! You murdered Love in my heart’. Mama calling her one night told her to be true to her heart weaving a tapestry of local fables and wise sayings hitting the nail right on point.

New paths undiscovered never left her heart, she longed to touch him and just let him read her eyes, while she eased his heartbeat.

Reality was different, she was the star of the play act, and the lead actor was in full form till he sent over his personalized vows and that pain started again. It was two weeks to saying I do, her dress covered up in the wardrobe and tears streaming down her eyes as she looked out the window trying to see the future, her future without him.

Her future with new paths undiscovered…..

Just fine!

New Year, new resolutions…


Same old thing depending on whose resolution.
I’ve decided to LIVE and LOVE this year.
Life is fun, good for those who demand a lot from it,
those who look it in the eyes and decide to either make it or make it.
No excuses, no failures, no retreat
just plain bringing their dreams and desires into reality.
Just plain movement, motion, action.


So me, I have no New Year resolutions,
just plain human desire that propels me, come rain or shine.


When she died I wondered, what things she experienced,
What regrets she had, what memories are left.
The grief……..


Maybe I took life really serious and did nothing about it,
waiting for the Hand of God, divine intervention.
Surely relaxation should be another key word.
No fears no trembling.
Just plain ol’ Faith and belief in my self,
wat’s it called again self …em… em ….em
Good self image I say.


And she died
And he was heart broken.
Longing to define the vacuum created,
Trying to define his love already created.
Life ever flowing.



Me? Am doing just fine!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!

Praise God!!

we have seen the end of another year, hale and hearty. Its only by His Grace and mercy.

Have a fulfilled 2008!

A friend's younger sister got shot by robbers on Xmas eve, please join me in praying for a quick and perfect recovery.