Frenemies ??
A particular black beauty and I have been friends for seven years before we ended things. Tasha ( not real name) and I met in church one evening during choir rehearsal. She is a good Alto singer, a strong one, while I am treble singer. Like a perfect duo, we always sing together at home, proud of our amazing voices.
I'm the type that do not get the chance to go out without reason. But, each time I inform my parents that I want to visit Tasha, they won't think twice before giving me permission to go. That's how close we were. At times, she'll come to my house, play together and gist before she leaves.
In her street, people already know us as best of friends. We were inseparable, we were more than friends, already sisters.
My mum will give me things to give to her especially when she's going back to school. The bond between us was marvellous.
The bond was powerful, or so I thought. Maybe she was faking it all through. But, I loved her and we do everything together. On market days, she will wait for me to come to her place, so we can go to the market together. I had fun, though.
The year everything changed was 2020. After the lockdown was eased here, I started learning how to bake. So, everyday I do go to work and luckily, my workplace is located at her area and I get to see her everyday after work to gist. Then, she was also working at a provision store, her boss was a nice unmarried man. He'll gladly tell me to come in and chat with my friend. He was that nice. Meanwhile, he was dating my friend. Well, I had no problem with that, I was happy for her.
In December 2020, after work as usual I decided to Branch at her place cause I was kind of worried about her. Each time I get to her place or store, she's not always around, though she was on her Teaching practice. When I send a message, she won't reply not call me. Before then, I've been hearing rumours of her being pregnant. I waved it off, why? I trusted my friend not get pregnant now cause she always say she must get married before handing sex. And I was like, she didn't invite me for any wedding, so it's a lie.
Luckily for me that evening, I saw her sitting outside the store,but she didn't see me. When she looked sideways and saw me approaching, she stood up, went inside her boss's house( his house is just at the back of the store) and locked herself inside. I met her boss and asked of her, he said she's sitting outside, I told him she wasn't there. He told me to check his room, I told him it was locked. He cooked up a lie for me and I went home.
At night I messaged my Friend and confronted her ok why she ran inside when she saw me. She read my text and ignored it. When I later saw her pictures some months later on Facebook, she was truly heavily pregnant. God! It was like a heartbreak. I was broken. As if getting pregnant out of wedlock isn't enough she started lying.
Remember I said I wasn't aware that she was pregnant. Then one Morning she sent me some voice notes on WhatsApp, accusing me of telling the church that she was impregnated out of wedlock. I was shocked,cause she said things I never expected from her. She accused me of a lot of things. I was like is this really my friend of seven years?
All she accused me of, I was innocent of them. I didn't tell anyone she was pregnant,neither did I discuss that she left the church. Ah, yes, she left our church when she got pregnant. I wasn't interested in discussing her life with anyone, all I wanted was my friend, my sister that we used to do things together.
I cried for days, cause I was hurt. It was like I was betrayed. All the lies she cooked up just to paint me as a bad person really got to me. I had to stop walking her streets, cause I could feel people's eyes on me.
Last year, she gave birth to a set of twins. I was happy for her. I congratulated her and even visited her. I am better than all this. I let go of whatever hurtful words she said to me.
We still talk on WhatsApp,but we are not really friends again. The bond was Broken. We interact as strangers now. At least, it's better than not talking at all. I miss her though.
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Celebrating my sisters
As the last girl child, not last born, from a family of Six, I enjoyed some benefits. I've got two elder sisters and a younger brother, still I like to consider myself as the last born girl. So, I'm more or less like a last born, with a brother as the last born. Don't get confused,yet.😂😂😂
This article is based on sister's unending love, as a sign of celebrating sister's day. Like I said, we are Six in my family and I have two big sisters.
My sisters sometimes can be a real pain in my ass and at the same time can be cool.
I've got a lot to say about them,both good and bad. There are times I thought they hated me more than anything in the world, just for saying the truth. Only for me to realize that they were only helping me. Especially, in my academics.
One particular year in Secondary school, I failed and had to repeat a class. My sisters talked and talked like tomorrow will never come. I was scolded for failing. But, at the end, I was advised in a motherly way. They encouraged me to be more serious with my books.
They gave me beautiful tips on how to overcome examination tension, and how to read without forgetting. I was told reading my book everyday will make it easier for me to excel. After all the scoldings, I was coached by them during the holidays, bought some clothes for me and some other stuffs.
At a point, I used to think they despise me, alot. Whereas it was all love. Their love for me is endless.
When I had my first heartbreak, though I was warned, still they were there for me. They both kept checking on me for weeks, until I was balanced.
When I gained admission into the University in 2019, they were still supportive as usual.
Each time I call them for money, no matter how broke they are, they'll send what they can afford, so I don't do anything bad.
Sometimes, they'll send data or buy shoes, undies and clothes for me, so I don't lack anything.
They act like parents for my younger brother and I. And, since I understood their love for me, I never for once regret having them as sisters.
In celebration of Sister's day, I celebrate them for being so amazing and cool. I appreciate them for their endless scoldings and care, it actually made me who I am.
To everyone reading this, I wish you all a beautiful Sister's day. May the Almighty keep you happy. To all friends like sisters, I celebrate you for your kind words of encouragement.
To the guys with sisters with heart of Gold, I celebrate them all.
Sisters all over the world, you are awesome. Thanks for coming into our lives. We love you.
Image source: Mine. Includes our throwback and not-so-recent- pictures. My sisters and I.
My house is a mini Zoo.
Yeah, don't be shocked. My house is actually a mini - zoo. I do tell my friends that my house - parents house is a zoo. You get to see some animals playing conveniently in our compound.
A peek: If it's a really lucky day, you get to see all of them, chilling. First, I have a dog, local breed of course, I don't have the money for a foreign dog. Though, I love them. A dog, then A monkey. His name is Banda, some chickens, lizards, obviously tempting my dog, different species of birds,frog, once in a while, a snake, Cat, Squirrel, and rats.
So, My dog,Oreo is his name. He is an albino Dog. Very fair😂😂, and a bit aggressive,at times. He loves hunting for lizards, cats and Squirrel. When he sights a lizard, ohhh, shit about to go down. He's gonna chase it until he catches the lizard, and feast. Whenever he kills a squirrel or rat, he won't eat until I see it, and roast it for him. He seems not to like raw meat, buy can devour raw Lizard.
Banda, is the monkey I've been living with for Four years now. He is a wicked, wild things. When he was little, he used to be a sweet little thing, holding on to me, always. But, since he started growing sharp, long teeth, he's been acting wild. He is Oreo's friend, but, he doesn't know any friend when he is eating. He bites Oreo a lot. Although,he is chained, if any animal comes near his house, it's gonna be a disaster. Four times now, I think, he has devoured our innocent little chicks. He ate them raw.
Then, we have the Lizards. It's very common in every home. But this particular set of Lizards, are in my house for a purpose. And that's, to tempt Oreo. They'll intentional come to his feeding spot and disturb him. And he takes delight in running after them all over the compound.
Birds. Cause we have a lot of plants and trees in my compound, we house Birds. They do sleep on the tree, play around and sometimes fight. It's always interesting to watch them fight. We feed them too. They eat from whatever we give our chickens, Monkey and dog. They are not scared of the Monkey. My Monkey is scared of them.so,they do move closer to his house to pick up remnants.
A certain afternoon, I saw a beautiful bird and I could count almost six colours on it. Yes, Six colours on just a bird. It was beautiful. Especially when it turned it's neck sideways, God! I was wowed that day. So, I think about four different species of birds do come to our compound.
And frogs, I see them mostly in the night and during this period. They have no trouble. They just come,eat and disappear.
Snakes just come to eat my chicken's eggs, I guess. I saw two snakes last month. I was scared. I think they are here, too cause of the frogs.
About cat(s). They just walk on our fence like they own the place. And it pisses Oreo a lot. So, he keeps barking at the cat till it leaves,mostly at night. I used to wonder why Oreo do bark a lot at the cat and I knew why,one morning.
I was the only one at home, sitting outside when I saw this cat on our fence. It was huge. I've never seen a cat that huge. It was the size of my Dog. My dog is not a puppy, I can't even carry my dog for a minute, he's big. So, this cat saw me sitting outside already and decided to chill a bit on the fence,while Oreo barked endlessly.
Squirrels and rats just roam about for food. But, they end up as food for Oreo. Mostly, in the garden Oreo runs after them times without number.
So, that's it. My compound is a mini zoo, a house for some animals. And I love animals.
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Help needed!!
Tonight, I'll be talking Relationship.
How do people in love cope with a boring partner? And, what's your own definition of being boring,as a partner?
I'm going to share a little experience of my friend, Currently what she's going through. So, yesterday night she sent me some voice notes on WhatsApp, almost in tears. She is in a relationship with a guy from her school, it's just 6 months old. According to her, the relationship is a happy one and they both love each other.
And, since ASUU strike commenced, they've decided to keep things going and normal between them and so far, they've been successful. So, last night her boyfriend got pissed and in anger said, "Maybe you never wanted me at all and stop being a very fucking boring girlfriend".
I was like wow, she explained to me that it felt like her heart was broken again. Mind you, this is a lady whom got dumped last year by her boyfriend without reason. So, the pain, the hurt of her past relationship is still there. Then, she'll cry endlessly at night cause of her ex. She was really broken.
And, now she is really trying not to fuck things up with her new boyfriend. As a result of her previous heartbreak, she turned from a very active, lovely young lady into a boring girlfriend now. It's kind of difficult for her to change now.
She reached out to me, pouring out all her feelings. I was moved, she was extremely hurt. She is confused and doesn't know what to do. She said, she knows she is to be blamed for most of the arguments in her Relationship. Whenever her boyfriend wants to do video call,she said she'll refuse. Not because she doesn't feel free with him, but cause she just doesn't want to make the call with him.
And she promised to change that. They were talking- argument when in anger, the boyfriend said maybe she doesn't want him.
Well, I'm not a relationship counsellor and I told her I don't know what to say.
I called her and we spoke for some minutes. I successfully pacified her and old her to stop crying....she started crying when I called her. She cried because her boyfriend said she is boring.
I told her I will do my research and get back to her....tell her how not to be boring.
So guys, I need your help. How can you change a boring girlfriend? Ladies, were you once the boring type? How did you change from being boring to a lively, lovely girlfriend? What's your own definition of boring?
Help me, help my friend, I don't want her to go through another heartbreak. I'll be checking the comments section. Thanks.
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My favorite show 2
Are you ready, kids?
Aye, aye, captain!
I can't hear you!
Aye, aye, captain!
Oooooooooohhhh...
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
SpongeBob SquarePants!
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he.
SpongeBob SquarePants!
If nautical nonsense, be something you wish.
SpongeBob SquarePants!
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
Ready?
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePaaaaaaants!
Ah, ha ha, hahahahahahahahaha!
Yo! Here comes my second favorite show on Nickelodeon.
SpongeBob SquarePants and some of the characters are : SpongeBob,Gary, Plankton, Karen, Mr. Krabs, Patrick, Squidward and Sandy cheeks .
I really love SpongeBob and cause of the show, some of my friends thinks I'm childish.😅😅
Well, the goal is to watch SpongeBob SquarePants with my kids one day, while we argue happily about the best character.
So, the main character, SpongeBob SquarePants is a yellowish sweetie. A sponge. He lives in a pineapple under the sea, in Bikini bottom. A very interesting character, nice and loveable. He's a kind character and doesn't hate anyone.
He is also a dutiful cook or chef at Krusty Krab restaurant where he makes Krabby patties. For that, everyone loves him.
With SpongeBob, lives Gary. Gary is SpongeBob's pet, a snail. Well, he doesn't do much. He stays home all day and depends on SpongeBob for survival.
And then, we have Plankton and Karen.
Plankton is a pint-sized microbe with an evil plan… to steal the Krusty Krabs’ secret Krabby Patty recipe! Along with his computer wife, Karen, Plankton is always scheming to rule the restaurant business… and the world. Too bad his restaurant is called The Chum Bucket. Gross!
He is the main antagonist and owner of Chum bucket with his computer wife.
And yes, the boss! Mr. Krabs. He is the father of Pearl and owner of Krusty Krabs, where SpongeBob works. He loves money more than anything in the world. There was a scene where his daughter, pearl, called him. On hearing his daughter's voice, he picked his wallet, locked it with a padlock, swallowed they key and later swallowed the wallet, all to avoid billing.😂
When his daughter later told him that she wanted to start working like her friends, he was relieved and vomitted his wallet again. And, the only reason he is rich is SpongeBob. Without SpongeBob working for him, his restaurant would be empty. Mr. Krabs married his money in one Episode, it was funny.
Next, we have Patrick. SpongeBob's very best friend and partner in crime. He is a dumb fellow who loves eating. He's a glutton. Countless times, he took something from the trashcan and ate. He doesn't do anything, all he does is eat.
Then, Squidward who is bored of his job. He is also SpongeBob's friend. He loves beside SpongeBob and Patrick. And, oh boy, they made his life hell. If SpongeBob and Patrick are not screaming in his face, they are busy giving him sleepless nights and asking him too many questions.
He is a grumpy fellow. He has a negative view of life, mostly cause he works at a place with a job he hates.
He is disgusted by SpongeBob and Patrick's attitude,for their annoyingly cheerful attitudes and stupidity. He is SpongeBob's next-door neighbor and works as a cashier at the Krusty Krab. He loves playing the clarinet, but he is terrible at it.
She is an anthropomorphic squirrel who wears a diving suit and lives underwater. She is SpongeBob's and Patrick's friend. And, also a scientist. She sometimes gives advise to Her friends, and well, most of the time her advise gets ignored.
Wow, that's just some of the amazing characters in SpongeBob SquarePants. Their contribution made the show a beautiful one. I'll always watch it no matter what.
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My Experience with Mother Hen.
*My Experience with Two Mother Hen😓*
*ASUU strike needs to end, please, ASAP. What Happened today wouldn't have happened if I was in school. So, I was watching a movie when a woman from my street called me to bring something to her.*
*I went to her house and within five minutes I was back home. But, on getting to our gate, I could hear a chick under the flowers calling for her mother.*
*Meanwhile, two of my Hen just had babies, so I was like, how did this chick come out.... I decided to pick it up and see if it's ours.*
*Brothers and sisters, on getting inside, one of the Hen heard the chick, and ran to me, attacked me🥺😭. I was just shouting. I threw my slippers to this Hen,that didn't help. This Hen kissed my toe, and it bled😓.*
*I now decided to run o, that was when the other Hen just crossed me. Ohh God, I've suffered today o. They both started chasing me...I was shouting. To make matters worse, my dog too joined them.*
*Two angry mother Hen and a dog started chasing me, I didn't even know when I threw the chick in my hand away.*
*I don't know why Oreo joined the Hen, when it was a struggle to survive.*
*I wasn't the only one injured sha, the chick I was holding suffered injury too when I threw it away. Thank God 😁😂*
*A comrade like me being chased by Two mother Hen and a dog. I ran enh...it wasn't funny at all😂😂.*
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My favourite show 1 (Henry danger)
Ever since I had access to Nickelodeon on Startimes, I became a die hard fan of some shows. The one I'll be talking about today is HENRY DANGER.
I think it's been over five years I started watching the famous Henry danger. It became one of my favorites cause of the characters.
I can't even point out to my favourite character. Ranging from Henry and his annoying cute little sister, Piper, to Charlotte. Then schwoz, Ray(Captain man) and Jasper.
I loved them all. Especially Piper. The way she screams Henry's name and scares everyone made me love. I'm always like, "wow, what a fierce, angry young lady". Her love for money is one of the reasons I love her. I remember a particular episode where there was a towel thief in swellview. Piper sold her dad's favorite towel to the highest bidder. Father couldn't do anything, but Henry later ruined her plans by bringing lots of towel to his house for free.
Piper will do virtually anything for money. When Jasper left his backpack at Henry's house, Piper took the backpack down to 'Junknstuff' where Jasper works and offered to sell the backpack.
Jasper was like, that's mine. She replied with, I know. But, I found it in my house, so it's mine. Ha ha. Jasper had to give her a candy machine in exchange for his own backpack.
Her character is really fascinating. Without her, Henry danger series would have been a boring one.
What about our very own Kid Danger. One thing I love about Henry is the way he says..."Feels good" 😅…. I find it amusing.
Plus the way he mutters"hmm"? When he is been asked a question he doesn't really want to answer.
Most importantly, An undeniable awesome character is Charlotte. Henry and Jasper's friend and a worker at Man cave. She is the only reasonable one among all. She doesn't take rash decisions unlike Ray and Henry in one funny Episode where a popular chef came to visit JunkNstuff for a show. And only Jasper was around at the moment. Charlotte is like a mother figure, to them.
Ray Manchester, AKA indestructible captain man, the sweetheart of Swellview. "I'm ooookay" is what I love. He is annoying too and he loves Henry's mum. His father was an irresponsible scientist, and by accident, he made Ray indestructible as a kid. So, that's Ray.
My love, Schwoz … a strange scientist. He was the one that built The Man cave. A very important figure in the series. The way he talks, cracks me up and his mischievous smiles.... He is a wonderful bald creature.
And, Dumb Jasper, he is a sweetheart. Without him too, the show would be incomplete,too.
That's just a brief introduction of some of the characters. I can't but watch this show in a day. No matter how sad I might be, I must laugh when I start watching Henry Danger. It is a wonderful series and I believe you should see it too.
You'll love it.
Just a brief insight to one of my favorites, enjoy!
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A snake experience
It's been a while here. I've been sick though, just recuperating.
I promised to write about my last Sunday experience, and here it is.
Last Sunday after church service, I went to my big mum's place, in another part of town. I spent close to three hours at her place, chilling with my cousin.
I took pictures, made videos with my cousin with his iPhone. I troubled him a lot, almost turning his room upside down...lol. He's my favorite cousin.
I left the place around 6pm. And, on getting home, I was preparing my mind already for the work ahead. Since, I was the only one available to work at the moment.
I was seriously calculating how to finish everything in one or two hours with a happy smile.
Without suspecting a thing, I opened the backyard door, leading to the kitchen, and I was still communicating with my dog, when something caught my attention on the Gas oven.
Behold, it was a long, green snake, chilling on the Gas oven. I screamed and ran back inside, the snake too, ran. Or so, I thought.
I was scared. It all happened in a minute. I somehow had the courage to close the door and window. Then ran outside through the front door. I went to the backyard with the hope that the snake had gone too.
I was so close to the oven and about to open it, when I saw this green creature, peeping from a hole in the Gas oven.
I almost had a panic attack. I could feel my head spinning. Immediately, I called my father. He was like 15minutes away from home. And for that time, this snake was there, peeping and hiding again.
Watching a snake, or guarding,rather for almost twenty minutes was something I never imagined in my whole life. My father came, then to get the snake out was a big issue.
It refused to come out. We just can't leave it there. It is dangerous. Then, I remembered that I had a mosquito fleet in my room. My dad had to use it on the snake before it came out of the Gas oven, where it was hiding.
Luckily, the snake was killed. And, scared is an understatement. I was just screaming, about to cry, too.
Then, I started blaming ASUU😅. As if it was ASUU that sent the snake to my kitchen.
It was a terrible experience for me. Since, I am not a fan of snakes. I hate them. And,yes! My screams had an effect. I'll share it with you guys later.
Image source: Mine.
Eagles or seagulls?
The once - upon- a- time Giant,
Friend to all, pride of all, the envy of all,
Like Mother Theresa, she helps the needy,
Equal rights she metes to all,
Peaceful as a graveyard and calm as the sky she was.
The one -time Hero,
Has been reduced to zero, even zero is better,
Like a nightmare in the twinkling of an eye,
Transformed into a place of terror and tears,
Our Giant,
Has become a newt, a failure and nobody.
The needy, once happy, in a peaceful place,
Are now tellers of tales – tales of tears and death,
Of rapes and kidnapping, bombings and homicide,
Of pains and leaking veins.
They talk of unity and faith, our Unity?
We’ve fallen apart, with hatred brewing like storms in our hearts,
We all are now strangers born of the same mother,
Living in a household of fate, with fear in our hearts,
None will be foolhardy enough to sleep with both eyes shut.
We’ve lost faith in everything,
We don’t trust “them” to fulfil their promises,
We’ve lost faith in humanity,
Faith is now a thing of past,
We’ve all resigned to our fate.
Peace and progress is an abomination to our dear Giant,
Sounds of explosives completes our daily routine,
Our ears are now accustomed to frequent wailings,
From mothers in agony, crying for justice,
Gunshots too, have become the norms,
Helpless, homeless, weak children, screaming to stop the assault,
With a racing heartbeat, we rest our head,
All we want now is to survive.
We are like mud water, filthy and stinking,
Stagnancy is a new Scheme,
There is nothing like progress, a pause has been introduced,
Our Giant has become a laughing stock, yet, she’s concerned,
The little ones struggling their way up, have been dropped untimely times without number,
All they do now, is sit and watch the Atrocities been performed.
Our shield can no longer shield us,
Over the years, our fertile soil have become little homes,
To innocent souls, It’s barren and weeping,
Our soil is no more rich,
It has been defiled and pilled up with ashes of victim’s,
Mother Earth is now witnessing the return of her tender seeds,
With tears and sadness.
Our dignified horses has lost its values,
They are worthless and at the center of every joke,
No iota of respect is left for her.
Our rivers and streams have continuously flowed with blood,
Our blood flows outside our veins,
It swims back to Mother Earth through our rivers.
Our white pall is now red pall,
Cries of the lost fills our ears,
The blemish is more than our Giant,
Will she survive?
Our strong Eagles soaring high,
Has lost their strength and vigor,
Tiny ones have conquered them,
Our Super ones, are now seagulls
Picking worms and dirt for survival,
Our Eagles up in the sky, came crashing down with a mighty thud.
Are we really now Seagulls? Or still Eagles?
When, our bloods –
We’ve shed,
Our lands –
We’ve deserted,
Our children and parents –
We’ve lost,
Our resources –
We’ve been robbed,
Our homes –
We’ve been deprived,
Our sports –
We’ve lost.
Our Giant is now a weakling, a dwarf, ignored and trampled,
We cry our hearts out to our beloved Giant.
Will you rise again with our Eagles and become a mighty one?
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Hey guys, I won't be able to post anything today. I'm a bit under the weather. I hope I'll be better tomorrow to narrate my experience today.
Thanks for your various supports
A stressful day
Today at work, was extra tiring.
Saturday is meant to be my free day, to chillax. But, today was a bit different. I had to help my boss with a little task.
Mind you, I have two bosses. Yeah, two. I am a baker and also a hair stylist in training.
Back in 2020, after the pandemic, I started learning how to bake. I completed my training last year, before resuming to school.
Two months ago, Since ASUU wasn't ready to call off the strike, I enrolled as an apprentice to a stylist.
So, now, I have two bosses and sometimes work two shifts. I only go for my stylist training during the week. And, sometimes I rest and sometimes, I work like today.
Last week, my boss called me and told me she was going to need my assistance today. I couldn't refuse, I'm my boss's favorite and I love learning new things.
She baked yesterday, but I wasn't there, I was at my new Working place, she understood. My boss is also a student, a final year student,but older than me.
She just did her upgrade in the cake business, the moment she completed her upgrade, she called me, as per Boss's favorite, and told me she's got new things to teach me. Currently, I'm learning upgrade from her without paying a dime.
Though, she swore already to teach others for a fee, but, I'm lucky. It's good to be good.
Anyways, I got to her place around 9am, only for me to return home some minutes after 6pm.
We were busy all day with a birthday cake. It was a paw patrol themed cake. I stood for hours, kneading fondant, measuring and trimming. Without eating, I worked like a Superwoman. Well, when my boss realized I didn't eat before coming, she bought some snacks for me. To sustain me.
Due to my tiredness, I couldn't even take some shots of the beautiful cake. I was just stressed, it was when I got home that I discovered I didn't take one shot. I was pissed.
Standing for hours made me feel so numb. It was as if, I've lost all my bones. But, all my standing paid a lot. I learnt some new stuffs today.
Again, next weekend is going to be another busy day. I will be helping her out with another birthday cake. I move again on Monday to continue my stylist work.
Learning never ends.
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My love life that never happened
Some year back, when I was in the university, I fell in love with a cute guy.
We were both in our third year in the university.
We met on a lovely evening, where I was taking pictures with my girls. Then, he came over, offered to take our pics together. We were happy and willingly gave him the phone while he took amazing shots. He even used his iPhone to take our pics.
The shots were nice. We thanked him, introduced ourselves to him. While shaking hands with us,he kind of winked at me. I blushed. He Also decided to walk us to our destination.
While departing, he requested for my phone number and that was it. We started communicating. He was a medicine and surgery student, while I was a student of English.
His passion for Medicine and surgery was as a result of his mum's death. His mum died of breast cancer, since her death, he decided to study to help others suffering from cancer, so they won't die like his mum.
I was moved by his determination, and promised myself not to date him. Just for him to focus.
Then one night, we decided to meet after confessing our love for each other. That night, was one of the most beautiful day in my life. I felt like I was in another world.
Sitting on my bed, he spoke about his love for me. How much he cherished me and adores me. I felt special, like a fairy Queen.
I couldn't help, but stare at his medium-sized pink lips, moving in slow rhythm like an enchanted dancing princess.
I was lost in his lips,barely listening to him. I was already swimming in his love. I stared at him like a sad Animal, ready to be devoured by a lion.
The only thing I could grab from his ocean of words was, "can I kiss you"? It was a dream come true.
I could only nod with a smile at the corner of my lips. He leaned in, without his eyes leaving mine, then placed his succulent, yummy lips on mine.
I could feel my body turning into Water. I was literarily melting, his lips was the sweetest thing ever tasted. I delved in, to enjoy every corner of his mouth. While his lips worked wonders on my lips, his hands were busy, caressing my body.
Communicating our feelings through our lips and hands, was the best feeling ever.
Over 10 minutes, our lips were locked, sending love and light to our body.
Communicating without our mouths making a sound, we spoke at length with our hands and mouths. We understood the sacrifices we have to pay. We both agreed to take same decision.
Separating, we cried into each other's arms. Comforting ourselves, while shedding hot, crazy tears. He was more in tears, for what he is about to leave.
Cuddling, he fell asleep in my arms. Before he slept, he kept on whispering "you are so beautiful. So clean, babe" and touching my body, it was the first time I allowed a guy to touch me the way he did.
More than twice, he whispered in his sleep, again. Telling me how sweet and beautiful I am! With my chocolate skin.
He said, "you are so beautiful".... His words, brought tears to my eyes. I cried heavily. We both decided not to date, just for him to achieve his goals.
The realization that I won't get what I want badly, though, it's near, hit me,deep.
We both loved each other, but can't have each other.
He woke up the next day, with swollen,bloodshot eyes. He cried in his sleep, too. One more time, we cried together and promised to be the best version of ourselves.
And, that was how my love life ended without starting.
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A dog's love.
After getting ready for work this morning, my dog, walked me to the gate, as a way of saying bye.
He's now used to walking me to the gate every single morning. To me, it shows he cares for me in every way.
Most of the time, he stares at me for long, till I disappear down the road. He'll jump and start making noise with the gate, trying to get my attention. All to blow him a kiss😂. He loves it.
But, this morning, he kept on looking at me with a sad eyes, communication with me not to come home late. I had to go back to him twice, pay him and tell him I'll be fine.
Don't be surprised, I talk with my dog. I told him I won't be late. Still, he stood at the gate, with his cute black eyes, staring at me, like I should come back.
When I returned home this afternoon, the happiness on his face is priceless. You need to see the way he was making funny sounds, wagging his tails like a drunk dog, and twisting his body.
He was damn happy. He was coming to m, then stopped half way, just to lay on the ground and roll his body in joy. I couldn't help but laugh.
Though, I was tired, I had to bend and play with him for a while before going in. Coming out again, he was already sitting right in front of the door, waiting for me again.
Waiting for me to come and play. We play a lot. We love running the whole compound together, laughing. He derives pleasure in chasing me up and down,and jumping to catch me.
I really love my dog. He's a mood lifter. He doesn't want to see me sad. Just this evening, he saw me bend down, he thought I was not okay. Before I could finish bending, he was already beside me, sniffing my whole body. He was already giving me that puppy look, worried. I just laughed and told him, I'm fine.
I had to pet him before he left. Still, he was there around me, checking me from time to time.
So, what did I now gain? The only best friend you can have, that won't ever leave you, is a dog. If you have one, treat him or her well. I know they might be annoying and mischievous at times, but, show them a bit of love and they'll choke you with their own love.
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Is death natural?
In this world, do we still have anything like natural death?. Is death itself natural?
Almost everyday, we hear about deaths, deaths of innocent, helpless people.
Death of young, promising beings.
It's now an everyday affair to hear about deaths. Either suicide, murder, or homicide.
I thought, dying a natural death is just sleeping peacefully and waking up to a beautiful abode up there.
But,it's not like that. It's either a spiritual attack or curse, when someone dies from sleep. How do we define a natural death then? Is death even natural?
If it's not about accidents, terrorists attacks or Suicide, it will be about natural disasters.
Nowadays, I no longer feel sad when I hear about people's death. It's like I've trained my mind to accept whatever I hear. Is it normal?
Just this evening, I've been told about the loss of two of my church members. People that I know.
First, it was a pastor. A fervent one, a praying minister. Just tonight, I was told he is dead. What was my reaction, I just laughed and said it is well.
Again, my father mentioned someone, I said I still remember him. Then, he opened the can of worms. He said, he is dead. He died too, this afternoon while coming back from work. He was hit by a car, on his own motorbike.
I was speechless and just said, okay. Honestly, I didn't feel bad and I don't know if I'm a bad person.
But, I feel for the families. What can I now do? Everyone has to die one day.
The thing is, we all are on a queue, waiting for our turn to be picked. We just don't know who's next.
We all just need to be ready to go up there, anytime. Death is inevitable.
Just that, the number of people dying daily is alarming and saddening.
My simple advice, do good while you can. Spread some love and cheers. Live a peaceful, give to the needy, if you have, work hard, dedicate your life to Christ, enjoy life, have fun and be merry.
What do you actually want to be remembered for, when you die. Good or bad? Honest or dishonest? Terrible or nice? The choice is yours to make. It's not more news that we are all going to die.
None, will be left alone, we won't live forever.
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Her death, my joy
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Right in the bathroom, naked on the cold floor, I saw her with eyes wide open. It was a horrifying scene. Her eyes were lying beside her, leaving empty sockets full of blood. Carved on her pretty face was a sign of death, coupled with different, difficult symbols.
Her cute set of teeth was knocked out, while her tongue was burnt black. A piece of cloth, tight on her neck, ate deep and broke her oesophagus.
Her bare chest was turned into a rough hole, with her heart ripped out of her chest and diced like Suya. She was cut from her chest down to her vagina.
It's finally time to resume to school, after all that happened.
After three weeks of grieving and mourning my dear bunk mate, it's time to resume again.
The girl that made me love boarding house, died suddenly. The news of her death shocked me to my roots.
I discovered her mutilated, lifeless body lying in a pool of her own blood. I screamed as far as my voice could travel. Her face will forever be plastered in my memory.
Scattered, broken ribs and limbs filled the room, with stench of blood. For a moment, the bathroom felt like a slaughter house. The white color of the tiles and floor was turned to red. I almost lost my balance when I saw her womb, under the sink, not far from her dead body.
All her internal organs were scattered all over the floor. I was taken to a hospital, immediately since I couldn't utter a statement after screaming in fear.
Now, I’m back to school, though, my parents wanted to change my school,for fear of the mysterious killer. I refused.
I assured them that I'll come to no harm, for the mysterious killer, would be me.
I'm Lara, 16, and I hate perfect, cute people.
I still have more students to deal with and lick their bloods. My dead bunk mate was a cool, nice girl, but, I hate perfect people. I felt a wave of peace rush through me as soon as I finished cutting her up.
she tasted good. I enjoyed carving her up. Seeing her struggle for breathe, spread happiness across my face. I was satisfied. If she is lucky to come back to earth, I’m sure she won’t try to be perfect.
Well, she isn't the first to be a victim and won't be last.
Little Miss Jennifer's death was better.
I only stapled her lips, drilled nails all over body. The fountain that flowed out of her body felt warm and yummy. I licked to my satisfaction. Without mercy, before she gave up the ghost, I inserted a hot iron into her neat, virgin pussy. Her screams was melodious.
While moving the hot iron into her pussy, I shoved a full Wine bottle down her throat, it was the best thing to do, and broke it. Her body convulsed uncontrollably. I guessed,she cummed and went up there, to God.
Afrika: Hero without cape
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Not all Heroes wears capes, Afrika was our Hero without cape, yet will forever be cherished.
Twenty three years ago today, five students of the prestigious Obafemi Awolowo University, ile Ife, Osun state were brutally murderer.
Their death was the price paid for our freedom. Now, we can roam the campus freely, at any time.
We are free today, without disturbance or oppression from cultist, no killings on campus, all because of our fallen Heroes.
Although, their death was a huge blow on the community and their family, but it paved way for our freedom.
George Iwilade, popularly known as Afrika, was murdered in cold blood by cultists.
In the early morning of July 10th, Afrika was shot in the head and butchered with an axe, to make sure he is dead.
The incidence occured at Awolowo hall of residence. The perpetrators were clad in black trousers and black T-shirts, their faces hidden by masks; they carried and used shotguns and hatchets against students.
The then Students’ Union Secretary General, George Yemi Iwilade, (fondly called Afrika); 400 level medical student, Eviano Ekelemu; a graduating student, Yemi Ajiteru; 100-Level Philosophy student, Babatunde Oke, and Ekpede Godfrey were gunned down by the “cultist” in Blocks 5 and 8, Awolowo Hall.
Legacy, the suspended student Union was lucky to escape. But, Afrika, was not so lucky.
He was sleeping in his room, when the cultist entered and shot him in the head, then butchered him with an axe.
Our heroes without capes, played an important role in the peace we enjoy now, as Students.
Afrika was the only successfully assassinated victim. "Afrika, who was said to have carried out the arrest (relating to the incident on Saturday, 7 March 1999), was mercilessly butchered while the other four were just unfortunate Victims.
Afrika, will forever be remembered, he was a courageous brother, a faithful comrade and a committed one. Today, we celebrate the five OAU Students killed without mercy, they will forever remain fresh in our memory
Afrika,my Afrika,
Afrika,of whom my ancestors speaks,
Afrika,my fearless lost brother,
Afrika, the law, who challenged the law,
Afrika, whom in cold blood was butchered,
Afrika, the ever gallant Hero,
Who stood Strong in the face of adversity,
Though, I know thee not,
Yet, your legacy flows like water.
OAU 5, Is alive.
Always and forever.
Betrayal
Betrayal, is a dagger on its own. It drives deep into the soul. It leaves unimaginable deep scars behind.
It's a broken trust. And, trust, needs to be earned, when broken. If you've ever been betrayed, you'll know what it really means to be hurt.
Some years ago, a friend of mine betrayed me. It was like a stab directly to my heart. It made me cry for days. The pain of betrayal is unbearable.
When your favorite person, denies you, it hurt. The one that's supposed to stand up for you, turns out to be your greatest enemy and hater.
All this while, you've been blind to the fact that your best friend, is also your greatest hater.
The moment you eventually find out, it Rips your heart apart like a grenade. You'll literarily feel your heart exploding a million times.
What could be the causes of betrayal?
A number of things can make a loved one betray you.
First, it could be Jealously. Some people can't actually live with the fact that you are living well. They can't accept the fact that you are very happy or successful.
Hence, being jealous of you wants makes them do ugly things. They act like that care around you, but, also speak bad of you, behind you.
Also, they might feel threatened by your personality. It's still part of jealousy.
Cause you've got a beautiful skin, great mind, smart moves, or an active brain, makes them feel threatened. Thus, turning them into a monster they never were. Then, they'll do everything to make sure they see you fall.
Not only that, as lovers, why do we get betrayed?
It might be as a result of covetousness.
Your partner is likely to betray you, just because he or she wants more.
Even though, you are rich enough to satisfy their needs, they'll still want more from others. Which will definitely result in cheating.
And, cheating is a big form of Betrayal. Breaking your partner's heart all because of your selfish and covetous nature, is a big betrayal.
Betrayal can come in many forms. You can be betrayed by your own family, colleagues, peers, church members, or class mates. We all should be expecting to be betrayed sooner or later. Even our Lord Jesus Christ, was betrayed.
None, Is above betrayal. But, when you are betrayed, try as much as possible not to take it to heart. Taking it to heart can cause damages, like, Depression, high blood pressure and poor mental health.
Lastly, do not revenge. Forgiveness is the only way to heal a broken heart.
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Four years with a Monkey
Sometimes when I look at Banda,it feels weird to have him as a pet. Banda is my Pet, he is a Monkey. And he is four years old now.
Anytime I tell people that I have a monkey as pet, they are always surprised. Like, who the hell keeps a monkey as pet.
But, trust me, it's been four wonderful years with Banda. The first day he was brought home, he was so tiny without hairs.
I think he was just some weeks old. He was captured right with his mother. The mother was shot, and he was scared, could not run, but held on to the mother. That was how he was caught.
He is lucky to be in our house. Close to two weeks in the midst of human, in a strange place, every day, he Continued to cry for his mother.
His screams was so high and can Pierce even the hardest soul. He was till tiny, and still unable to eat. We had to buy milk and feed him.
It got to a point, I told my father to return him.... hilarious, cause the way he screams always saddens my heart. After some weeks, he got used to his new environment.
One thing he loved doing then, was sitting on my head and strapping himself to my chest, like I was the mother. He became my best friend. And, he loved playing a lot.
He is a friendly animal. I have both good and bad memories with him. The days of playful and wicked bites, the days of modelling.....ha ha. Yes, he acts like a model, especially, when I want to snap him. He'll pose like a trained model, while I take the shot.
He loves eating a lot. And his favourite meal(s), so far, is noodles and Yam. He loves Banana and groundnut. He eats almost everything. The only thing he doesn't eat is cockroach.
Now, he is four years old, and already showing traits of the wild. I'm no more his best friend, we fight frequently now. So, any chance he gets, he bites me. And he's got very sharp set of teeth.
He's got very flexible body, too. He twists his body, just like an acrobat. The way he wiggles his body, always amazes me. He's got a pretty long tail, too.
He acts like human. And, he's always ready to fight. Also, he protects me from guys.
Any guy that visits my house, dare not touch me in front of Banda. He is going to bite him
One afternoon, our pastor's son came to visit, and he tried to hold my hand, Banda just hold his leg and tried to bite him. Next thing he did, was funny.
Banda, held my hand like a child he is protecting from danger.
I've been living with this creature for four years and every single day with him, is filled with joy.
You can't be anywhere around Banda and be sad.
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My great Escape
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Few years back, I escaped being hit by a stray bullet.
It all started when I was secondary school. It was our inter-house sport competition, this faithful day. Around 4pm, we heard the first gunshot, we thought it was Knock outs. It was around Christmas period then.
Then, gunshots after gunshots followed. Everyone ran, screaming. A robbery operation was going on in a bank. This particular bank is very close to my school.
Some people at the bank were killed that day. Luckily for us, none of the he students were hurt. But, I was told some stray bullets landed on our field. My classmate said one landed beside her.
It was a lucky day for us student that day.
On my way home, God, I saw countless bullets shell. I was shivering. So, damn scared. My parents were already worried. I think I got home around 7pm or close to 8pm that day.
Again, I think two years after, the robbers came again. To that same bank. I heard it was a lady that led the operation.
A lady selling recharge cards near the bank, narrated her experience with one of the robbers. She said, " A particular beautiful lady came to her stall, asked for MTN recharge card.
She told the lady to sit down. She was nice to her customer, even gist with her. Unknowing to her, she was having a discussion with the leader of the robbers.
Her very kind attitude saved her life this particular day. When it was time to start the operation, the beautiful lady brought out her weapon, while her team started shooting sporadically. She just told the lady that sells recharge card to lie down under her.
She was flat on her tummy, in between her legs, while she continued to shoot. After the operation, the leader told this lady that her kindness saved her this day. She even offered to buy the gang leader a soft drink.
It pays to be nice. She was saved, while some were killed.
Back to my experience, I was home with my brother when they started shooting.
Out of curiosity, we both went outside, climbed my father's car. Trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening.
Our house is not even close to the bank at all. The moment we bent a little, a stray bullet went past our heads. My head, to be precise. I almost froze to death.
The bullet would have entered my head directly, assuming we didn't bend. I was terrified.
In 2018, after church service on a Thursday evening. I went to my pastor's house to borrow a textbook from his son.
It was some minutes past 7pm. I was almost close to my church, when o heard gunshots from the hotel nearby.
I ran, like I would not run again. Later, I was told Police got information that some robbers were logged in that hotel. They were planning to rob again. So, they opened fire on the police.
While running, I don't know how, but I was about to fall. You know that moment when you hit your leg on something, while running, it feels like you are about to fall,right?.
That was what happened to me. But, I didn't hit my leg on anything. The moment, I was about to fall, a bullet flew pass.
I wasn't aware. I somehow managed to enter the church. We have people living in our church compound.
They were the one that told me a bullet just landed in the compound, right before I came in.
I was like, Jesus! You saved me again!... Another wonderful escape.
I didn't know how to thank God.
The woman in the church noticed how I was shivering. She made sure she followed me home that night.
It was a great escape and testimony for me.
My little escape
When I was primary school, class four, I think. I was almost kidnapped. One of our teachers died, and she was to be buried during the week.
So, some teachers were selected to represent the school. Leaving few teachers in school. My mum was one of those that went to represent the school.
Around 12pm, one of my classmate came to call me in class. He told my teacher that my mum calls for me. Since it was my mum, my class teacher released me, thinking she was back to her office.
I followed this boy, only for him to tell me my mum was not yet around. I was angry. He opened up and said a guy actually wanted to see me.
The guy that wanted to see me, claimed to be my mum's course mate back in school. I was just a naive child then. I followed him to a tree outside my school.
My classmate then showed me the guy that wanted to see me. The guy waved at me. I was scared, cause the rate at which school kids were kidnapped then, was high. My classmate told me the guy wanted to see me, said I should wait under the tree for him. Said he was going to call his other friends from the hotel nearby.
Out of fear, I ran back to my class and told my teacher what happened.
I was scared cause I wasn't expecting anyone to know my full name, apart from my parents and teachers.
As I was one of my School head's favourite, the matter got to him. My classmate that came to invite was punished and his name was written in the black book of school criminals.
He was blamed. He confessed that he didn't know the guy that wanted to see me. I guess,the guy gave him some money, as bribe.
Normally, every one knew I would never follow them to an unknown place, hence, he decided to use my mum's name as cover up.
Meanwhile, my mum was still at the funeral.
She was not yet back in school.
My mum said if at all the guy is his mate, since he knows that she works in that school now, he should come and see her. He should have come to see her, instead of inviting me to meet him somewhere outside of school. Not even in school.
For a moment, I pitied that my classmate after he was punished. He was crying a lot. I felt like apologising.
On another thought, I guessed he deserved it. Cause, he was about to deliver me into the hands of kidnappers, unknowingly.
From this short scenario, as a child, I learned something.
To be watchful and smart. Smart and wise.
Assuming I was a dumb kid, I would have stayed right under the tree for this stranger. And probably, would have been kidnapped, just like that or Molested.
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Consequences of child neglect and abuse
"How I wish you could have died instead of your sister. You are worthless".
A statement like this, from a parent is enough to ruin a child's life.
In most cases, the consequences of child neglect and abuse is always permanent.
The primary duty of parents, I believe, is to take proper care of their children. They brought them into the world, and should be able to cater for their needs.
Responsible parents are expected to train their children, feed, clothe and educate . Not neglect and abuse.
How do you expect a child of 6, to feel after being told he or she should have died? Imagine, you are back to your 6-years old body, with your mother or father determined to blow off your ears with the reminder that you should have died.
Imagine being scolded, cursed or abused for every single mistake. Imagine, your tender skin being decorated with scars from blades and broken bottles.
Imagine, being subjected to the deadliest punishment, for a child of your age.
Imagine, one more time, working tediously like an adult, while covered with blood and wounds untreated. Working and struggling to keep the flies away from your tender skin. Working, with an empty stomach, tired and dying.
Tell me, how do you want such a child to grow up into a responsible adult? Without any proper education. How can a caged bird sing and merry with a beautiful, happy heart?
It's impossible. An adult, broken from a child, going about spreading love and cheers, it's rare. It's hardly possible.
Child neglect on the other hand, is not a good parental role. Why will you neglect your child?! I mean, the one you brought into this world. Why will you, as parents ignore him or her like he or she doesn't exist?
Children are meant to be loved and cared for. Not neglected. One of the consequences of child neglect and abuse on a female child, is Molestation.
Presently, we have countless cases of Rape. Why? Isn't it obvious, Child neglect, of course!
Come to think of it, a female child is like an egg, it needs protection. When you care less about your tender egg, do you expect it to care for itself? No. Someone else will do.
When your hungry female child, without proper clothes to wear, starts walking the length and breadth of the whole community without a purpose, she'll be noticed.
A little girl child, without support from parents, is vulnerable to bully or harassment. They are easy targets for merciless men. They will be tricked and the result is always Rape.
Ruining a child's life due to carelessness and neglect. Such a child won't be able to forgive such parents. The scar and pain will forever be there.
What about the male? Neglecting a boy child, is an indirect way of sending him to the streets. When he starts running errands for big brothers in the street, he'll start acting like them.
They will become his role model and parents for now. They are his confidants. Soon, he will start doing drugs, getting high at a young age and taking alcohols.
Such a boy, will end up as a street Lord or tout.
What about ruined integrity, low self esteem, death of a bright future, criminal Lords,and others are consequences of child neglect and abuse. Prostitution and cyber crimes, not exempted.
Most criminals, touts, rapist, prostitutes, are products of abuse and neglect. In the process of making a life for themselves, they indulge in illegal and sad activities.
My advice to young parents and aspiring parents, is, whatever you might be going through, do not neglect or abuse a child. They are God's special angels.
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How to get over heartbreak
It's no more new that heartbreak is high on the rise now. How to get over heartbreak is what we'll be looking at today.
"Breakfast", as it is commonly known has become an everyday affair. Married ones are not even exempted, talkless of those still courting,it's a national cake.
I've heard countless stories of breakfast, and trust me, it's horrible. I've had my fair share of breakfast too, it was a delicious sadness.
Its difficult for people who have experienced heartbreak,to move on. They totally believe love is a scam. They prefer to lock their hearts, then throw the key into the Red sea.
O ye broken hearts! Your redemption is here. Here comes your saviour.
Be prepared to open your hearts again and let the floods of love flow into your hearts.
Without much Ado, step by step, I'll tell you how to overcome that sorrow,that pain, that heart-breaking deception, how to finally get over heartbreak. Just follow the following steps. It worked for me, more than I could imagine.
First thing first, CRY.
Yes! I mean, cry. Shed hot tears. Crying is a natural remedy for a sad soul. It calms the soul. What I mean by crying, is not a 2 minutes affair.
If you have the strength to cry for 30 minutes or more, please, do. Let the emotions flow.
While crying, try to go over your lover's old text. I mean the ones that really makes you happy. The flirty texts, the serious ones, love filled ones. Read them all,while you cry.
Leave no stone unturned while you cry. Cry like there won't be any tears to shed the next day.
When you are done crying, what's next?
SLEEP. It's necessary to sleep after you've exhausted your energy on shedding hot tears. You will surely feel sleepy after crying for a long time. Tears and sleep, move hand in hand. You automatically find peace after shedding a great deal of tears. Mind you, you might still be teary before you sleep. It's normal. Just sleep.
Then EAT.
When you wake up, you need to regain your strength,right? It's important for the task ahead. This time around, after you wake up, eat whatever you feel like. If you have the money, masturdate.
Just eat well.
GET BUSY
This worked for me greatly. My big breakfast turned me into a poet. The dose of the breakfast was still manifesting in my body one afternoon, when I picked my pen and book.
Before I knew it, a page was full. I wrote a poem in 10 minutes. Though, I wasn't really into poetry. I prefer Prose.
But, while thinking about my lover who jilted me, I picked my pen and poured my emotions into my book. I showed a few friends, they were like, "where have you been hiding? You are good".
I just smiled. They had no idea that it was pain that birthed the poet in me.
From there, I read more about poetry and poets, developed my writing skills and I am still doing well.
It's up to you, my dear, to discover what you are capable of. Don't let heartbreak break you, rather let it mold you into something beautiful.
So, what next?
MINGLE WITH PEOPLE.
To fully heal from your pain, mingle with people. Do not, I repeat, do not stay indoor, alone.
Staying indoor will only complicate issues. Instead, attend public hearings, shows, go for long walks, invite a friend over for a game or coffee. There are lots to do to avoid staying indoor too much. Just don't turn yourself into a leper, all in the name of heartbreak. Associate with people, make new friends, Catch fun.
I know it's not easy to move on. It's easier to say than practice, but try them. When my lover left me, it was as if that was the end for me.
I'll hold on to the necklace he gave me, I so much love it. I'll sleep with it, and sometimes mumble his name in my sleep.
It was a difficult time for me. But, here I am today. Totally free from heartbreak and happy.
Last on my list, LISTEN TO MUSIC.
Mostly, I listened to sad songs. "Save your tears" by the weeknd was my best. Followed by Juiceworld's songs. It helped me to cry and shed those tears. I needed to let the pain go.
So, listen to Sad music, it'll calm you. Slide in a bit of Romantic songs, once a while, to balance things.
It worked for me, it might work for you too. Though, it was a long process, but I'm happy and free now. And yes! Love is a beautiful thing. Give love a chance again, but love with sense.
Don't also forget to cry. Very important.
Peace!
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It's cookies O'clock!
I know how it feels like to have an incomplete or incorrect recipe. I've been there countless times. And it hurts a lot.
It sucks when you are half way through your baking only for you to realize you don't have enough ingredients or information about what you are doing. As a beginner, I made a lot of mistakes. After checking recipes online, without complete knowledge, and right measuring tools, the result is always disastrous. I'll think the recipe is wrong and then try another.
It was after I enrolled properly in a baking class, I knew I was the wrong one all this while. I used the wrong measurements. And didn't have enough ingredients.
To avoid stories that touch the heart, research widely on what you are about to embark on. Get the right ingredients and correct measuring tools. When you have this, you've solved one of your baking problems.
Next thing is to follow your recipes strictly. If the recipe states four cups of sugar, use it, don't add or subtract. Follow your recipe strictly. So, today, I'll be giving out the recipe for brown butter chocolate chip cookies. Sounds yummy, right? I know.
What do we now need for our brown butter chocolate chip cookies? Chill. Below is the right recipe to use.
1 cup unsalted butter(226 grams)
½ cup granulated sugar(100 grams)
1 cup packed light or darkbrown sugar (215 grams)
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 ½ cups all-purpose flour(300 grams)
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips (450 grams)
Coarse salt, for sprinkling.
Read and digest the recipe well, to avoid making mistakes. Make sure you have all your ingredients ready before you start working on your cookies. Now, let's proceed to how to make our cookies a reality.
To start with, in a medium saucepan over low heat, melt the butter.
Once melted, continue to cook until it turns golden brown.
Don't let your butter turn to burnt offering, watch it carefully and take note of the time.
Swirl the pan occasionally if needed so that it browns evenly.
Watch it fairly closely, as it can go from brown to burned
quickly. When the color has turned golden, small flecks
speckle the butter, and it has a nutty aroma, remove from heat and pour into a shallow dish. Set aside.
Next,Chill in the fridge until browned butter becomes solid. You
want it to be soft, but not melted. If it cools too hard, let it
come back to room temperature before using.
Before putting anything into your oven, it is necessary to preheat. Preheat oven to 375°F and line a pan with parchment or brown paper. We don't want to eat burnt cookies.
In a separate bowl, Beat the brown butter, sugar, and brown sugar on medium high speed with an electric mixer until light and creamy,about 4 minutes.
Add the eggs one at a time, mixing after
each. Add the vanilla extract.
In another separate bowl, combine your dry ingredients (flour, baking soda, and
salt).
Add to the wet ingredients and mix until well combined.
Add the chocolate chips and mix until incorporated.
Spoon by the tablespoon onto the prepared baking sheet,
leaving 2 inches in between each cookie. Sprinkle with coarse
salt, if desired.
Bake until golden brown, 10-12 minutes.
Let cool for 5 minutes on the pan before removing to a wire rack
to cool completely.
Lastly, Repeat with remaining cookie dough. Store cookies in an
airtight container at room temperature.
Voila! Your yummy brown butter chocolate chip cookies is ready to be consumed, take with a chilled Yoghurt. Enjoy!
Recipe and photo credit: Classic basic recipe book.
The Rainbow bridge
I once had a dog. Oreo was his name.
Oreo came into my life like a thief in the night and left without warning.
After the death of my dog Terry,my parents were determined not not keep a dog again. But, fate has a way of getting things done.
My father came home with a beautiful puppy, one evening. The puppy was Oreo.
I fell in love with him immediately I saw him. He had a soft fur, tender toes and a sparkling eyes coupled with his black and chocolate colour. The bond between us was a priceless one. It was filled with love.
Oreo loved to hunt down animals in our compound. Times without number, he killed rats. Oreo won't eat his games until we see it, then roast it for him and tell him to go ahead and feast. He was a good boy.
He'll patiently sit beside his game till we are back home.
Aside from rats, he was a lover of Lizards. Yes! Lizards. He loved his territory and won't permit strangers to loiter around. He made our compound lizard free. Whenever the lizards comes near Oreo, it always ends on a sad note for the lizard. It's either he kill them or injure them, and if they are lucky, escape.
I've been stopped many times by my neighbors all because of Oreo. They thought he was a foreign breed, whereas he was local. Oreo loved eating a lot. And he is never filled. He is always eating. His eating habit yielded a good result. He was bigger than most local dogs. Bigger and beautiful. People dare not come into our house anyhow, his massive size scares people away.
People coming into our house had to call either my number or my mum's before they could enter. Even before entering, I'll need to hold Oreo with his chains.
The way he barks is on another level. With his characters, people thought we had a foreign dog in our compound.
Anytime I come back from an outing, the way he welcomes me sends loads of love to my heart, it's like he's always trying to say, "Hooman, you took long to come back, why? Don't leave me again" With his adorable eyes. Our play time is always a rough one and interesting.
One particular Sunday afternoon, I was taking pictures and Oreo decided to be a photo bomber. He made sure he appeared in all my pics with his beautiful smile....his smiles was heart warming and captivating.
Suddenly, he started eating less, and was no more active. I was worried. He didn't visit my room every morning like he used to do whenever he doesn't see me outside on time. Even after coming out, he doesn't run to jump and give me kisses.
A vet was called and he was treated. After two days, he was back to his normal self. Sadly, it was for a while. Before I left for school, he fell sick again. He lost his colours, his agility, and was lean. He couldn't eat anymore. All treatment given to him failed.
Unfortunately, a month after I got to school, I was told my beloved and sweet Oreo died. It was a tough time, I cried, I couldn't eat. I miss my Oreo and I hope we'll meet at the rainbow bridge with my other cute dogs who developed wings and flew to heaven.
Image source: Taken by me when Oreo was active.
A fire accident
Image source: Unsplash
Three weeks ago, for the first time, I saw a car on fire. It was my dad's car.
It was after a church program this faithful evening. After the grace, as usual, everyone will go home. I was already sitting in the car with father, and two other church members,one with a baby. We were waiting for my mum to join us. My father was already Furious, and threatened to leave my mum if she does join us. I quickly sent one of my babies to call my mum. I sat in the car and immediately my father started the car, it caught fire.
Yes! Real fire. I was scared, everyone was. I was already in a panic mode, someone shouted that we should come out. How I was able to jump out of the car, I don't understand. It was like a movie.
Everyone was screaming. Unfortunately, none of the other car owners had a fire extinguisher. There was a brand new car parked behind our car, to avoid damage, the car was somehow reversed to a safe place.
More than Six minutes, the fire could not be quenched, it continued to rage. It was a beautiful fire. Someone suggested that the car should be pushed and after it was pushed, we saw fire already burning underneath the car.
It was a scary scene. Thanks to the houses nearby, they intervened by pouring a mixture of soap and water. It was poured on the car twice before the fire finally died down. It was a moment of rejoicing and testimony for us.
People said, assuming we were already in motion, the car would have locked itself immediately it caught fire and would probably be choked by the smoke come mg from the car.
I was more than shocked, I was standing in a corner, shivering, unable to make a coherent statement. The thought of death scared me to my bones. Death felt so real, that moment. For days, I could not sleep after that. I had to use sleeping pills for almost a week.
It was a terrible week for me. It was difficult to eat, and I kept replaying the incident in my head.
Now, what did I learn from this?
As a car owner, it's important to have fire extinguisher in your car, anything can happen. The damage to my dad's car would be less assuming there was a fire extinguisher. And, oh, the car was already beyond repair. It can be repaired, but the cost is huge. The car was sold just last week.
it's kind of hard for my family this time. My parents work in the neighbouring town,now, they have to pair with workers like them who owns a car to get to work.
One more time, it is highly important to keep a fire extinguisher in your car and also check your car for any threats or fault.
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