Vengeance
***Titi, don't move an inch or come out until I say so, do you understand?***
***Make no sound either my child. Dad and I will take care of this okay? We promise.***
The noises!
The echoes!
The clashing of glasses and metals!
The loud bouncing footsteps!
The gunshots!
All these made Titi frightened that she almost peed in her pant
She was crying out of fear and trying as much as she could to keep it quiet because of the warning her mom gave to her.
Young Titi is just 10 years old but her life has already become dramatic filled with everyday trouble.
She watches her mom and dad devote their days fighting some bad guys.
She wished she could grow older very fast and help them fight the bad guys.
Titi once asked her dad this; ***"Dad will the bad guys ever stop bothering us?"***. She was worried and scared most times when the bad guys come banging their door most night and even in broad daylight.
The answer Titi's dad gave her was;
***"I don't think so my dear, you see? We are in a society filled with different kinds of people and the bad guys won't stop existing but we must do everything in our power to ensure that they aren't dominating.***
***No! Until our last breath, we will fight these guys and give you the peaceful life you deserve okay honey?"***
Since then, Titi had been wishing she could grow up already and fight alongside her parents.
She wanted to help but she was way too young to do that, so every time it happens she was always hidden away and kept safe
This time, the bad guys came unannounced.
When they had lost guards. Blake, Titi's mom raced through the house to look for a safe location to put Titi away.
Titi could feel her heart pumping more than normal, she could notice the fear and worry registered on her mom's face as she hid her and told her not to make a move until she said to do.
Blake ran back to the scene leaving Titi behind.
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Little Titi mumbled.
She was equally scared for her parents.
She wished she was 20 already or even 16. Perhaps she would have been given a chance to help fight the bad guys.
Titi stayed behind closed doors, praying for her parents.
Little did she know that her prayers would only send them to heaven and not save them.
Titi heard her mom shout from a distance. And her dad calling out her Blake! Blake! Blake!
And the last echoes and noise she heard was her dad calling her name; Titi.
Titi knew something bad has happened to her parents but before she could race through the house to where her parents were, the crime scene was already free of people, and the bad guys were nowhere to be found.
The whole place was a mess and Titi found her parents both lying down in their pool of blood.
She ran down to where they were with tears flowing down her cheeks.
She seemed uncontrollable as she held both her parent's hands who were fighting to keep their breath.
Titi honey, her mom managed to speak. You know I love you very much right? You know I and your dad love you very much right? We are very sorry for not being able to take care of you and being the best parents you deserve.
Titi my dear, could you ever forgive us for letting you down? We promise to always be with you and watch over you even if we are not by your side.
Little Titi was sobbing the whole time, she shook her head and pleaded with her mom not to leave her behind. She turned to her dad who was already closing his eyes, tapping him, and screaming, no no dad.
You promised you would protect me, dad.
You promised to take care of the bad guys, you said you would get rid of them and give me the peaceful life I wanted.
Dad! Are these the promises you made to me?
Is this the world you wanted to give to me? One you promised me?
No dad, don't do this to me, don't leave me behind.
You guys should just take me with you.
Don't go mom! Don't leave me dad!
How am I supposed to take care of myself?
Titi cried her heart out until she could cry no more.
She screamed out loud when both her parents finally gave up the ghost.
She got up and tried walking but her feet were failing her.
She stumbled at intervals and fell to the floor laying on the broken piece of glasses.
She was a mess already. She thought of how she would survive with both parents gone.
She thought of where she would run to.
She thought of what the world will look like without her mom and dad.
Will the bad guys ever come back?
What happens if they do? They succeeded in taking away everything from her.
She didn't care any less if they came back.
She was ready for them to send her to her parents if ever they do.
Titi was shattered and broken.
There are no better words to describe what she was feeling.
What a mess they have made of her life at age 10.
She cried all she could until there were no more tears left in her eyes.
She got up, cleaning her face with the blood from her dead parent's bodies, and all she could smell was revenge.
All she could think of was justice.
Titi vowed to avenge her parent's death if it would be the last thing she would do.
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**The End!**
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***2 July, 2021***
It Was Never Me But You
The night before Valentine, can you remember?
You were on my balcony since you couldn't use the main door because of my parents.
Do you still remember the letter you wrote to me?
Never to hurt me, and never to let me down.
You told me how much you loved me and wouldn't do anything to upset me.
You came into my life when I least expected.
I opened up and let you in, I trusted you and believed your words.
You acted all good and cool as well.
You were my ideal type, I guess that was the more reason why I gave into your proposal in the first place because you had marched everything I imagined and fantasized my dream man to look like.
I admit your perfect appearance attracted me at first but along the line, it went beyond just mere looks.
It went beyond the neatness and the good smell that would stick each time I get close to you or even hug you.
I could imagine and dream of a future with you.
I could tell which of our kids would look like you.
I even joked about wanting our kids to have your eyes because they were so charming.
I knew I was being too serious and ahead of myself but for once I had wished you would also go ahead of yourself.
I wished you would also tell me how you wanted our kids to be or look like but unfortunately, you never did. So I thought that maybe you just weren't ready for any future discussion or plans. I didn't bug you about it, not even for once, did I?
I never complained either because I didn't want you to see me as one that nags.
You asked to see me even when you don't always inform me about the meetings and I never for once turned you down.
Every time I came running to you. Always available so far you needed me and just rang me up.
What more did you want from me?
What more could a person do more than what I did and the things I did all for love?
Why did it take you **cheating** before I could realize you didn't care about me just as much as you claimed or I did.
You only came to enjoy the pleasure for a while and when it wasn't forthcoming? You stepped unto another.
You didn't care from the start, did you? I doubt if you did.
Yes, I believe you had an ulterior motive.
Yes, I wouldn't say I was hurt the night I met you with Kate.
Maybe I couldn't find myself getting mad or hurt perhaps because I knew we would not last for long again after that Valentine night you tried to make out with me and I slapped some sense into you.
I didn't do that to stop you because I didn't love you but I just didn't think I had to prove anything to you or that I loved you by letting you have your way into me.
No, if you cared so much, you would have waited until our wedding night.
But you didn't, you soon moved unto another when what you initially wanted all this while wasn't forthcoming from me.
Yes to my surprise, you stopped calling.
You stopped texting, you even stopped visiting like you used to.
I tried reaching out to you but I got disconnected every time that happens.
I didn't know what was going on or maybe I didn't want to define what was happening.
Though I saw it coming, I only confirmed it the night I met you kissing Kate.
Why didn't I think of it all along?
Why didn't I just let it be when you started drifting away?
I guess I was blinded by my love for you.
Perhaps I thought we could still settle our misunderstanding when we finally got to talk.
However, it never happened. There was never another time to talk or settle.
You already moved on, or better still, you already went ahead cheating behind my back.
Funny how you thought I would be raged and perhaps create a scene but you got disappointed.
Yes, I left you two to enjoy each other's company like nothing ever existed between us.
I left behind everything we ever shared as I walked into the dark.
Did I cry? Maybe for making a fool of myself.
But you didn't deserve even a drop of my tears so I couldn't shed that even if I wanted to.
It was never **love**, so I believed. For all I care, you were only after my body and I am glad I never gave you what you were chasing after, after all those years.
And it may be wrong of me to say or think you were cheating on me.
Perhaps you were cheating on yourself hanging on for so long without getting what you actually wanted.
I was certain that with her, you wouldn't have to pretend or cheat yourself.
So long you had each other and you had what you wanted, I was fine with it because, to say the least, it was never about me but you.
**The End!**
I thought this would be a difficult one to write on. But I bet it wasn't really that difficult. I just had to play along with the flow to get everything I needed to stick out the prompt word **Cheating**.
For many reasons, we feel that the ladies have experienced the act of cheating in so many ways, especially in relationships.
But there are many other easy ways to cheat and be recorded or termed a cheater.
Cheating occurs even in marriages, among siblings, friends, even in school, and so on.
But whenever the word **cheating** is being mentioned or pictured, the first thing that comes to our mind is that of a relationship.
Maybe that's why I decided to write on that as well.
I hope you weren't lost in it lol. This is nothing but pure fiction, don't get it twisted.
I have never been cheated on😂
All the same, I appreciate everyone that stopped by to read my article.
Your time is very much appreciated, and so is your comment and upvote.
Thanks to @JonicaBradley for her weekly prompts.
I invite @ExpertWritter and @Sassy_sassa to participate. Sorry guys for the tag ;)
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***1 July 2021***
Writing Alone Is Not Enough
It's the last day of June. I thank God for seeing us all through this month.
I am grateful for everything achieved and even those not achieved yet which I had planned for June. I am trusting God that as he will usher me into the new month, he will give me all the tools and resources needed to accomplish every new task, goal, and target I set for myself.
While through an article today, which I would prefer not to mention the author.
I realized there were lots of blunders, grammatical errors, and flawed sentences construction.
I had a very hard time reading through and understanding what the writer was saying or trying to portray in his articles.
I did manage and try to see if I could grab anything from the article. I can't really say I did but I also felt bad.
I understand that English may not be his first language. Some people here English is their second language, some third.
Most people have trouble making up a good sentence without grammatical and English blunders.
A lot of people put up the effort to try and write well if not perfect articles to help their readers understand them.
I have even read from people that apologize at the end of each of their posts concerning their English or grammar. And if you must agree with me that 80% of those people write well or better still write to people's understanding but for some reasons, they still think it's not good enough and so they always apologize or they think they owe anyone an apology for their writings.
I will say, they don't really owe anyone an apology for the way they write or for trying their best.
If they could be so considerate about their audience and readers then I must say, such people, deserve some accolades.
But you see, while others are trying their best to better their flow of English and correct their grammatical errors in sentence construction and all, others don't even give a damn about it.
They feel that putting up an article is enough and most of them feel that making lengthy articles filled with blunders and so many grammatical errors is all that matters.
They don't even see the need to be corrected, neither do they get to improve.
It's not okay if one keeps making the same mistake over and over again.
It shows that either the person doesn't like to accept corrections or that the person just doesn't care or give a shit about it.
One can't say that he or she will keep writing the same way for over months with no sign of an improvement if he or she really wanted or desired the growth.
Writing Alone Is Not Enough
We are very free to give our opinions on this, but **writing alone isn't enough**.
You can make lengthy articles filled with trash, blunders, and errors.
Giving people a hard time to consume or even digest what exactly it is you are making up in the article.
Poor writing and English construction give people a really hard time reading or consuming other's articles. For some, it stresses their brain cells and frustrates their level of understanding. When a person tries so much to understand what a particular article is talking about, it frustrates them, and most times it makes those people leave the article and never go back to the author or writer to read from them.
Poor Writing makes one lose their audiences, their readers, and seven supporters and sponsors.
It kills one's aura and makes them never wanna come across your article especially if you are a type that doesn't like correction or that doesn't desire development and improvement.
There are different ways to help a person improve in their writing skill and ability.
Some people are always very glad to stop by and help those author who is having a hard time or trouble with their sentence constructions or grammar errors and blunders.
A good way to ensure that you aren't making blunders or grammatical errors when writing is with the help of Grammarly.com
No one is perfect and you can't always feel you know too much or that you know it all.
Grammarly.com helps you correct some wrong sentence constructions you felt were right. It also helps correct wrong spelling and grammatical errors.
All you need to do is to download it and add it to your keyboard.
If you must improve in your writing or way of writing, you also need to spend a lot of your time, reading and consuming articles from other writers or authors and not just reading them but also taking notes of their writing techniques, their use of English, and grammars.
Take note of the words and phrases they use and try to apply a few tips.
Ask for help when and where necessary. No one is an island. We aren't perfect and so we can't know it all. We all need people's help if we must furnish ourselves and be better people.
It's very okay to ask for help when you are in die need of it.
Don't be ashamed to let people know that English is your weakness perhaps because it's not your native language.
This way, you will easily get help when and where necessary.
Re-read your articles two to three times even before posting or publishing them to any blogging site you want it to be.
Don't make the mistake of thinking that you made a good English construction while writing it the first time.
Spend time to read and re-read your articles to be sure you have taken out the visible and notable errors and wrong spellings before publishing.
Use a good translator to help you with the English language. Some translators translate words literally as such, it messes up one's writing most times. So it's good to find out which translator works better for you and be sure it is translating according to your articles and not changing the way your write up was because if it does, it will end up giving you sentence blunders that don't even correlate with what your initial native language article was, so be very careful.
All things being said and addressed, writing alone is not and will never be enough.
So don't make the mistake of just putting up an article filled with blunders and expect to maintain your audience and supporters.
People might support you in the first stage or the beginning but after a while, they will stop if you aren't improving in any way.
Help yourself, build your audience, and don't lose them. Strive every day to improve, learn, and grow.
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Raising The Glass For You
I have been staying at my screen for a couple of hours, thinking of what exactly to say to you on this day.
I mean not some random regular shits you must have heard already since from age one.
We are all used to the regular birthday wishes, prayers, and stuff.
But have we even for once asked, is it really a **Happy Day** for the celebrant? Let's forget the **Birth** for now because, to be frank, we die and resurrect every day so every day is a new birth, sadly most people overlook this.
**Happy Birthday** we sing whenever someone completes his or her 365 days on earth and about to begin a new one.
**Happy Birthday** we chorus, but what's the aim if the only day we remember to thank God for life and appreciate his name for taking us through another whole year is on our birthday?
What exactly are we celebrating? The day we were born? The date? The hour or what exactly? Someone could tell me if I am getting it all wrong.
Are we celebrating life? If yes, then weren't we living, breathing, and existing during the last 364 days?
Or could it be we were sleeping for those number of days and finally woke up when our cycle was completed?
Well, I will still leave you to answer for yourself.
Making so much fuss about your **Date Day** (I don't call it a birthday for some reason) with nothing to show forth that you were actually existing for the last 364 days is what baffles me.
I grew up dreading my birthdays. I don't anticipate it because I know each birthday is a reminder that I am getting close to my grave and I still have yet a lot to do before I reach that land of no return.
It may not be so for everyone but I don't take those 365 days for granted.
**Well, it's 29th June and guess who's birthday it is?**
Actually, I call it ***" the day I was forcefully thrown into this world***" 😒
No one told me I was going to earth, not even my so-called guardian angel, so you see, they all conspired and without my knowledge, innocent me was sent down here. Don't even get me started with where my rocket landed, I wouldn't have a problem if I landed on an island, but then, I landed where I am that I'd rather not talk about. ***~~Celebrant~~***
**Conspiracy**, that's what he calls it. I don't blame him because a lot of us if we were told, perhaps we wouldn't have chosen earth for reasons best known to us. Some of us would have pleaded to wait and come when we are ready.
A lot of us didn't plan for it, however, God said, yes this my child is ready to send him forth.
So that you are already here means you aren't a mistake. God already knew you were ready and so he sent you forth.
He only releases his finished project and not unfinished ones.
You are privileged to be sent forth when others are still being nurtured somewhere in,(who knows where?🤔😂).
**Finished Project**
Trust me there are no better ways to wish you a belated birthday than to remind you that you are God's finished creation.
He sent you forth on this day because he knew you were ready.
He knew you were ready to experience life.
To handle responsibilities for every 365 days of your life.
To face life's challenges head-on.
He also knew that it wasn't going to be easy, he never promised that.
But yes, he said **"Send Forth This Seed"** he is ready.
You don't have to like birthday celebrations, parties, and jamboree before you realize how important this day is.
This day should serve as a reminder of what God can do and will always do.
It should remind you that you have used up a certain number of your years on planet earth already and that you shouldn't dilly-dally anymore.
**Happy Birthday Precious One!**
Whether you like it or not. It's gonna be a happy day for you.
Just lay in your bed where you are and leave the rest to us.
No need to stress, we've got this okay?.
Shsss, did I say anything? Forgive me, I was joking all along😂 carry your sick butt off that bed and get ready to party hahahahaha.
We see all you do and we thank God for you and we thank him also for giving us this wonderful man's figure in our lives.
You've done a great job so far even when we least expect them.
Like Miss Stringz will say that you are everything a lady would want in a man.
I pray it will continue to be so and that God will always direct your steps.
Thank you for being my eye-opener to so many things. I thank God for the day you came back home.
I owe you one lollipop for being so loving and the best blood anyone could ever ask for.
**Happy For The Day You Were Thrown Into This World**😂
Cheers to a new age! Another 365 days have just begun. Live it to your fullest.
My prayers are always with you.
Break bottles, and I will call the cops for you 😂
**I love you dearly**❤
Hey there! Could you please spare a minute of your time to wish this young man a happy birthday? Thank you. I truly appreciate all your wishes.
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The Camera
***I told him the things my camera could do but were those the only things?***
***No, of course, I just couldn't bear to tell him I could make people feel.***
***I didn't want to leave him in a state of confusion about what he felt for Josie.***
***I didn't want him to start contemplating if what he felt for her was actually real and from his heart and not some kind of magic trick from my camera.***
***I didn't want this and I had it all planned out until karma took a different turn***
Richard and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. One could have easily thought we would end up together in marriage but that wasn't the case.
We didn't see ourselves beyond friends or maybe he did but I didn't.
So I will always give him reasons to not see me beyond a friend.
Thankfully Josie came along.
I couldn't be more thankful and happy that finally, he would be taking his mind off me if ever it was on me in the first place.
Josie a young, beautiful lady met Richard a few days ago in a seminar we both went to.
I noticed the way she was looking at him from afar, I knew the lady was up to something and as a fellow lady, I could tell just by looking at the flirtatious looks he was giving Richard. Though he didn't notice it, however, I on the other hand did
I had to look for a chance and excuse myself from Richard.
*Hey Gracie where are you heading to?*
***I wanna use the restroom Richard, I responded.***
*Okay make it quick then, you don't wanna miss the next session.*
***Sure I will be back in no time I told Richard.***
Well, he wasn't aware of my plans or my intentions.
How would he know that the only reason why I excused myself was because I wanted Josie to have a chance to speak with him?
And thankfully my plans worked.
I came back from the restroom and noticed the atmosphere, Josie was already striking a deep conversation with Richard, and for some reason, I felt good and accomplished.
After the seminar, I teased Richard about his new girlfriend.
Right from the beginning, I was the one that initiated the whole girlfriend talk even before they started feeling anything for each other.
Who was that lady back there Richard, I asked him?
I don't know her from anywhere Gracie but she introduced herself as Josie, I think I got that right because the rest of everything else she said wasn't really points I noted.
Okay, so what did she need from you?
Nothing, we were just talking and exchanging greetings that's all.
Richard! Richard! You have found the one lol, I teased him.
Hey Gracie, stop that, don't even go there.
We both laughed while we continued on our journey.
Slowly things started moving between Richard and Josie after the seminar meeting where they met.
Josie called more frequently but Richard was still indifferent about all the approaches Josie was giving him.
He said he couldn't be romantically involved with Josie that he doesn't really like her and besides, he had someone else he likes who is always in his mind
I knew Richard well, I am like the closest person to him so I knew it couldn't be possible that he had someone he liked but I wasn't aware of it. So if there was no such person then it means that the person he was talking about could or might be me.
I was the only lady figure in his life or should I say the closest one.
So when he mentioned having someone in mind and liking the person, I knew I had to do something about him and Josie sooner than later if I was going to save myself from this whole entanglement.
Something just had to cook up between them.
I didn't mean to do whatever it is I did but I was left with no other option.
One lovely evening while sitting in my pouch, I remember the magic camera my grandma gifted me when I was just 5 years old. She told me stories about the camera but at that age, I thought my grandma was crazy for saying all the things and false stories (as I believed) she said about the camera.
I never believed anything my grandma said until after her death.
But turning 15 years after her death, I slowly got acquainted with the camera she gifted me that I couldn't go anywhere without it.
It became some kind of a companion.
My grandma once told me the things that the camera could do and I confirmed the first one when I went out with it one day for an outdoor shot.
I remember capturing a dead leaf in the garden only for the dry leaf to become fresh again immediately after the capture.
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At first, I was scared of more of the things the camera could do. It could make something small, big, change color, and the great, depending on what I had in mind.
I had to put it away until I was 18years. I didn't tell my parents because they would have destroyed it.
I hid it until my 18years birthday. I started using it again but for good purposes.
When I became friends with Richard, I told him about my magic camera and how I got it, and the things I could do with it.
Surprisingly Richard didn't judge me or think I was crazy even when there was no evidence.
He believed me and that made me show him a few things my camera can do.
After hearing what Richard said concerning Josie, I was worried and disturbed. I knew I had to do something somehow. I needed to make him look at Josie differently, more like a lady, and want something to do with her.
I knew naturally it may not have been possible, so for the first time in my life, I planned to use my magic camera for the wrong purpose.
Yes, I wanted Richard to like Josie. I wanted to make him feel something for her. It was more like a forced love or feelings.
Somehow I made it happen.
Richard started talking about Josie more often and how he thinks he has finally opened up to her not know he was under the influence of my magic camera.
A few days back before all this, I called Richard telling him that we got to see. He arranged and communicated the location to me. When I got there, he stood up to receive me.
While eating and talking, he asked if I had my camera on me and responded yes.
He told me he wanted to register and save the memory of the meeting since it was actually the first official meeting or date we had.
He asked me to be the one taking the shots because of how good I am with it.
Unfortunately, I had Richard and Josie in mind when I took the shoot and this must be when and how Richard started liking Josie and seeing her that way.
Yes, I told Richard about the things my camera could do but I never told him this part.
The fact that I could make someone feel things they couldn't naturally feel or want to feel. This I never told him.
So that day, he technically made me capture his feelings for Josie and this is how he started seeing Josie as a lady and liking her too.
At first, I liked what was going on between the two of them.
I was happy they got to enjoy each other's company and all.
Everything was perfect not until one day.
Richard got hold of my camera with me in his mind, he stole a shot and everything went blank and back to square one.
His feeling automatically changed from Josie to me again but this time with the help of my magic camera.
Now I am confused and worried.
How do I start telling Richard about this?
How do I tell him that I made him fall in love with Josie in the first with the help of my camera?
How do I explain this whole thing to him?.
How do I also explain to him that what he is feeling for me isn't actually real but that he is under the influence of the magic from the camera?
How do I tell him this?
Will Richard ever forgive me for this action?
Will he ever see me as a good friend anymore?
Will he come off this whole mess I have created someday?
I never meant any harm but I created this whole mess and the only way out of it is to destroy the magic camera and let things go back to normal and the way used to be.
However, I do hope Richard finds a place in his heart to forgive me when he gets to hear and know the truth.
***The End!***
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You Are A Work In Progress
Funny how people compare themselves with other people who didn't make them, form them, create them.
People who don't even know them by their name. People who don't even know their existence.
They make the mistake of measuring their life and progress with that of another person.
Most of these people don't even know how those people they are comparing themselves to start, the things they faced, the hurdles, the storms they experienced. The stones and stumbling block they had to push aside and out of their way just to keep pressing forward.
And most times, they don't even care how it came to be yet they are busy measuring and comparing themselves with another group of persons.
The truth is even if you guys started with a few folks you will never arrive at the same time and the same place.
You can never be at the same height as another person. It's just not possible, even if the person were to be your twin sister or brother.
That you arrived planet earth with that fellow sister or brother of yours, even in the same hospital, it doesn't mean that you two have the same purpose on earth and it doesn't also mean that God will work in you two the same way.
There is a purpose and reason for our creation.
And until we know this, we may never stop looking at others and comparing or measuring our life or progress with them.
A Work In Progress
I am a work in progress. You are a work in progress.
Every day God is doing something new, unique, and outstanding in our lives.
We aren't in the place we wish or desire to be because we are but an unfinished project.
God is still working his business in us and with us
He hasn't finished yet and until he is, we should always remember that we are a work in progress.
If God started something, he is always bound to finish it or compete it.
He never leaves his project or work halfway so you don't have to worry.
Your life may really be messy right now.
Things may not be working out for you.
Your plans may be failing and it seems the whole world is against you but trust me that God has you in mind and he hasn't forsaken or forgotten you.
He likes keeping quiet to watch and test our faith sometimes
He appears and turns things around for us in a grand style.
Work Done?
Until then, we should always remember and keep in mind that we are still in the working phase and not yet done.
We shouldn't measure our growth and progress with anyone.
We should not start comparing ourselves with other people that perhaps God has finished with.
But rather, we should take notes of the things God is doing in our lives. The things he is subtracting from our lives and the ones he is adding.
We should be conscious of these while in the work process.
Just to remind you that you are God's own, very special and unique.
I want to remind you that he loves you and he is carefully handling your affairs
So you should in no way keep track of other people to make comparisons or measurements.
Focus more on yourself, your growth, and progress so that you will be able to give honor to whom honor is due when the right time comes or approaches.
If you aren't focused to take notes of all these things, you may miss out and not even know what difference it makes.
So pull yourself together and remember that God cares for you and that you are **"A Work In Progress"**.
Never forget this and never give room for hatred and jealousy, not even envy.
Be happy and satisfied with your status in life, your little accomplishment and all.
Be contented with the things God has provided you now and he will do more for you.
Stay faithful and have a beautiful Lord's Day.
It's been a great day for me so far. And I bless the name of the Lord for yet another blissful Sunday and also a wonderful weekend.
That's it for now guys. Tell me how your weekend was and how you spend your Sunday.
And also never forget the promises of God concerning your life.
**SHALOM!**
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A Day In My Life
So it's weekend!
For some reason, I felt too excited last weekend and Saturday to be very precise. So because of that, I had the energy, strength, and complete vibes to blog, write articles, engage with other authors on different platforms I am.
Though I found it weird because I rarely do that.
I mean weekends are my resting days so I can't trade it for most of my online activities but I saw myself doing it last weekend. I was even happy and excited to talk about it.
I don't know why the laziness didn't come last week.
Knowing that I feel reluctant and tired to perform any online work on weekends so I decided to give myself a break from the internet for those few days between Friday and Sunday.
It changed as I said anyway, yes last weekend wasn't like the regular weekends. But guess what? This weekend, the regular tiredness, and laziness to do any online tasks came.
Yes, it did since morning, more reason why I couldn't share or submit any article and because of that, I will be using that opportunity to give you access to my routine for today.
More like **"A day In My Life"**.
I will take you through my routine and all the things I did today. Yeah, it's just gonna be my random rant about my activities for today but if you stick around. You might even learn something, you never know right?.
A Day In My Life
**26th June 2021** is that day lol. I woke up quite early today regardless of the heavy and troubling rainfall we had last night. The rain was so heavy that I was beginning to be afraid. It came with thunder and lightning but I thank God it didn't destroy anything and most importantly, it didn't disrupt our power supply.
It's very sad that here in my country, whenever it rains, our power supply will be disrupted for days, sometimes weeks. With some lame and ridiculous excuses such as **"fallen electric pole"**, **"Fallen electric wires"** and the rest.
So I am happy that it didn't happen this time and at the same time, I am perplexed but it's all good.
Anyway, before I diverted to that, I mentioned waking up early even after the heavy rain. I said my morning prayers and laid on my bed for a while checking out the internet, news and doing a few things.
I had no dishes to do today since I had already settled that last night before retiring to bed.
So after checking out the few sites online, I went ahead to arrange my bed, sweep the entire house, and then went ahead to wash a few clothes I wore over the week.
When I was done washing my clothes, I cleaned, scrubbed, and mopped the restroom.
After doing that, I took my bath, had my meal. I had to take my breakfast late because of all the chores and work.
Before I finished with all these, it was already noon and I usually attend students fellowship every Saturday by noon, so I dressed up to go to the meeting. I went there after a while of not being present lol. They were all happy to see me.
I sat and received all the great teaching in today's fellowship.
Today we had a leadership seminar.
I got a few points and lessons about leadership that I will love to share with you guys if you don't mind.
The sessions were anchored by different people, each explaining and teaching to our understanding.
So here are the few points and lessons I learned from today's student fellowship meeting.
What Is Leadership?
Leadership in today's context is defined as the capacity to influence others through inspiration, generated by a passion, motivated by a vision brought by a conviction, and produced by purpose.
Leadership is the capacity of someone to lead others.
Leadership is love
leadership is not a position
Who Is A Leader?
A leader is simply someone or a person who leads, instructs and directs others.
A leader is someone or a person who models something.
The Spirit Of Leadership?
The spirit of leadership makes a leader see possibilities.
The spirit of leadership makes a leader influential thereby attracting followers.
The spirit of leadership singles a man out from the crowd such that he cannot be hidden.
Manifestation Of The Spirit Of Leadership?
The ability to say yes
The ability to see possibilities
The ability to raise men
The ability to transfer grace, auction, etc.
Fears Of Leadership Role
The fear of being seen as an imposter
The fear of being criticized
The fear of being a failure
The fear of not being a good communicator
The fear of making hard decisions
The fear of not taking responsibilities
The fear of not getting it done.
Ways To Overcome Fear In Leadership
Surround yourself with like-mind people who see beyond what you are now or who you are now.
Stay motivated. Always have a positive thinking mindset
Understand the goals and visions of why you are leading
I can go on and in with the lessons I learned today because a lot was taught and communicated to us.
We have the followership teachings too but that will be for another day as I wouldn't love to take much of our time as I already did :).
It's always an impacting time in our student fellowship meetings but also some days it gets really boring too 😀🤭 but other days, it's a whole package of fun, great lessons, teachings, and more
And today was one of those days with that full package lol. It was indeed a great day and I am glad to have been a part of that awesome meeting.
Don't forget we were talking about my day lol. So after the student's meeting, I boarded a public transport home and then attended an online meeting with my friends and colleagues.
It was yet another awesome time, I even have a task to do from the online meeting, I will be doing it soon enough lol
I can boldly say I had one of the most interesting days since the beginning of this week.
I could go on ranting about my day with every detail but I also thought I should spare you most of the unnecessary talks and rants lol.
So after telling you most of the core things about my day today, what can you actually say about it?
In my above lessons and things I took back home from the meeting I attended, I hope you too have learned something.
And I want to remind us that every one of us is a leader. We are all leading consciously or unconsciously.
So these lessons apply to all of us and we should take notes and pick few points for ourselves as well.
So right now I will drop my pen, my note, my device, or whatever it is I was using to write hahaha, and give you guys a chance to say something and also tell me about your day if you so wish.
Thanks to everyone that stopped by to read my article and visited my blog post with an upvote, comment, and all.
I truly appreciate and I hope to see you guys next time.
**A Day In My Life!**
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If You Had Magic
I grew up wishing I had magic or some kind of special powers or abilities.
I thought, what if magic really existed? What if there really is a magic wand?
Would I be fortunate to be among the few special kids with special powers?
I fantasize about so many things I could do if I had magic or powers.
I love seeing movies that have people with special abilities, magic, and powers. I enjoy watching such movies more than a normal TV series or show.
I don't really enjoy regular shows as much as I enjoy adventurous movies with some good guys kicking the bad guy's butt with their special powers or magic.
I have watched a good number of movies and series that have such and I can't help but wished I had magic myself as well.
I used to spend most of the time thinking about all the things magic could help me accomplish.
Starting with the fact that I am a lazy bone so I wouldn't mind getting most if not all of my chores, done using magic or my special powers.
I think of all my favorite places I could go to without being hindered or stopped by anyone.
I think of the silly things I could do, the crazy ones, the naughty ones. The good and bad but mostly the good ones. I think of how I could deal with anyone who messes around with me or my loved ones.
I think of how much help I could be to people if I had those special powers.
But each time I am done fantasizing about all these things, I pause to ask myself, **"Does Magic Really Exist"**? Can I really say it does? Do you believe in it? Do people truly will such powers and abilities?
Some people usually see those with magic or special powers as gods, devils, evil, strange, and the rest.
Some are afraid of them while others wanna be like them.
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In one of my favorite cartoons **Barbie**, she sang a song and listed most of the things she wishes to do if she had magic.
These are things she wished she could do tirelessly and effortlessly.
My bed would make itself
New books on every shelf
And then I'd cast a spell, Abracadrabra
My pets would talk to me
And then we'd all have tea
Create a pair of shoes
That would know all the moves
I'd always find the groove, feel the beat now
And with the spotlight on
I'd twirl perfectly
I'd make a chocolate lake
Turn cabbage into cake
I'd text without mistakes, LOL Yeah
I'd dream a pair of wings
And I would fly away
I'd zoom across the sky
Make it snow in July
I wouldn't be so shy, "pleased to meet you"
I'd do just what I want
Like every single day
You know magic makes you do things effortlessly and without stress lol. But then I pondered, what if we all really had magic? What if everyone had magic? Would the world become better than it is now? Or would it be worse?
Would the majority use their powers and abilities for good and not for evil?
How many out of 100% population would utilize their abilities for the greater good of humanity?
How many will use it for their personal and selfish gain and interest?
How many will use it to hurt and harm their fellow humans?
Magic Academy?
Sounds even better right? Imagine going to a school where everyone has their unique and specific powers.
If I could control the forces behind wind or air, another controls that of fire, earth. While others could change their state and color like a chameleon, another could have a super stretched body or skin. And others can fly and so on.
Imagine a school like that?
Imagine being in such an association, how would you feel? Lol.
It seems I have been obsessed with all the movies and TV series I watched.
But just maybe all this could happen, don't you think the world would become even more interesting and less boring lol.
There are so many things we could do with magic.
There are so many good and bad things we can do with superpowers.
We can't overlook the fact that though magic has many benefits and advantages, that it also has its disadvantages and the bad side of magic cannot be underestimated.
But if you are given a chance or privilege of possessing those special powers and abilities, of what use would it be to you?
What would you use them for? What things do you think you could achieve using those abilities?
What good things would you think of doing?
What silly or crazy things would you think of doing?
I would have love to state a few things I would love to do if I had magic but I wanna grant us the chance to mentions ours since I already said a few above
Let's hear what you would have done if you had magic or special powers. Or should I rather make it present tense? What will you do if you had magic?
Do well to communicate it with me and other fellows out there.
I will be happy and most delighted to read all your opinions and answers.
This is my world of fantasy and most times I get lost in it lol. Today's own is special because I wandered into the world of magic and I couldn't help but talk about it.
So I hope you don't mind seeing through my world right now and sharing your experience too.
Thank you for stopping by my blog today and of course reading my article.
I appreciate your time, your upvote, and your comment.
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Questions And I
**Inquisitive?**
Yes, you can say that again about me.
I like getting every detail about something, someone if I so please.
It wouldn't be so hard for me to find answers to questions that really have answers except those questions are ones that have no answers or can't be answered.
Or except that I am really not interested in knowing or finding out the answers to most questions.
But you see rhetorical questions? I have a lot of those in my head.
It like my mind was configured to store rhetorical questions.
Things my mind always try to wrap around even when I know they have no answer or that there are no answers to all the rhetorical questions my mind throws at me.
When I was a child I used to question the arrangement and plans of God concerning humanity.
I was like, God is an all-knowing God, so why did he not stop Adam and Eve from eating the forbidden fruit?
Why did he have to wait for them to disobey him and then drive them out of the garden of Eden?.
Why didn't he just stop them?
Why do we have to suffer for their sins?
I used to imagine what life would have been if Adam and Eve didn't disobey God and were chased out of the garden.
I imagined a world without sin, hatred, envy, jealousy, war, and everything.
I imagined a world where we all live together in harmony, in peace, and correlating with the animals and even the wild ones we are afraid of now.
**Questions And I?**
We were and we are still like 5 and 6.
I question every word, every action, every statement even the ones I already have answers to, or I already predicted the answers which most likely always turn out correct.
I have tons of rhetorical questions in my mind, my head, and all. Questions like;
Will I make a good mother, wife? Sister-in-law and all?
Will I be able to train my children well and bring them up in the fear of God?
When will I become an established woman I have always dreamed of?
At what age will I get married? Have kids and all?
Will I ever get to visit the places of my dream? Korea, Italy, Canada, Australia, Paris, New York, Thailand, and all?
When will I discover the purpose for my creation aside from the general ones I know of?
Where will I be in the next 10 years?
What will I be doing in the coming years?
Who are the people I should filter out of my life? The association and friendship I should discard? And ones I should keep?
Why did this happen to me?
Why was I born a girl and not a boy?
Why did I have most of the pauses, the setbacks, the delays in my life?
What really is it God is trying to teach me? Warn me? Show me?
Will I ever use my talent, skill to the best of my ability? Or will I neglect them?
What if I was to choose who I wanted to become, where I wanted to be, what would have been my choices?
How will I treat my husband and handle family affairs?
When will I achieve all my goals in life?
At what age will I exit this world?
I am worried about a lot of things and so many questions keep popping into my mind.
So many unanswered questions, I wish to get answers to.
It has changed from being mere rhetorical questions to a thing of worry.
I worry more when all these questions come popping into my mind but I also do all I can to let them stay as they are and not bother me much.
But I can't also deny the fact that they do come and most times, I can't help but be lost in them.
I can't even continue with the list of all the questions in my mind because it's endless and I wouldn't wanna bore you with them.
You know we all have different questions that keep bugging and bothering our minds.
We just can't help it or stop it. Naturally, it comes, and sometimes it gets us worried.
But what do we do? Look for ways to satisfy our curiosity or better still let things be the way they are and not worry about anything?
Well, I have my consolation from the scripture that says; ***"The thought I have for you are of good and not of evil, to give you an expected end"***.
I believe God has a perfect plan for my life. I know he has good thought concerning me so it wouldn't matter if, at some point in my life, I fret and worry about all the things my mind keep questioning me about.
I know the good Lord wouldn't forsake me. I have an assurance in his word and though my faith fails me at times or should I say, I shiver most times, but I do trust God's perfect plans for me.
I didn't imagine I would make this article this way, but I just couldn't stop the flow.
I don't know why, but this week's prompt has a way of reminding me that God is bigger than all my worries and all the unanswered questions in my mind. I just have to keep trusting him, believing him, and seeing every question I have, being answered every step of the way.
Thank you @JonicaBradley for always unleashing the real ME in ME. I owe it to your challenges.
I don't know but I always end up forgetting the rules of the challenges but I am glad I wouldn't do that today, so I invite @Ellehcim and @Olasquare to take up this challenge if they haven't just yet.
I appreciate everyone that stopped by to read my article today. You guys are awesome and your feedback serves as a great motivation to me. Thank you all.
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Into The Dark ~ Let Me Take You There
Hey! Hold on a sec!
Hang in there, don't get scared already, I am not really taking you into the dark lol.
Or am I? Maybe I am not kidding anyway, let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet okay?.
There, I once shared my love for dark things, not darkness per se but some things really dark, you know what I mean? Hahaha. And one of those things I shared was a dark, cold, and cloudy weather 🤩🥰
I don't really know if there is anything that can beat my love for this atmosphere or this weather.
Except you are a fellow lover, you can't really tell the sensations that come with such atmosphere or weather.
I experienced a little bit of this last night, yes the only difference is that it was during the night. It was raining heavily, and I was busy enjoying the coldness, the sweetness, and all.
It's funny that this weather freezes me to block but I still love it regardless, isn't that weird? I believe it is.
Now shall we take a little walk? A little tour?
It was a Wednesday Walk, I am sure it was or could be it was Friday? No, I don't think, it was definitely on a Wednesday I bet, and if I can't remember properly, evegrace can help me out lol.
Into The Dark ~ Shall We?
Okay! As always, evegrace thought we should go grab some snacks while at work. Our boss wasn't around and we were all starving. I mean we have been working since morning, staring at our screens all day, we needed a break, we needed a good meal but since there wasn't any around, we had to settle for snacks.
She suggested, why not we go buys some egg rolls and soft drinks? Well, that's a good idea I responded.
We (the superiors 😅) left our subordinates in the office and went hunting for snacks lol.
On storming the street, the sky was already changing. Like what? I shouted. You mean we've been inside without even realizing that the atmosphere was taking a different shape and turns.
Why didn't anyone tell me that my favorite weather was fast approaching lol?
You needed to see my countenance changing.
This is how the weather was at the time we left our workplace to grab snacks.
It wasn't so dark but it was evident that something was about to happen and that was that it gonna rain very soon if the Lord so decides to let it pour.
So because of that, we had to hurry our steps to get the snacks we wanted.
We got to a nearby supermarket, mostly where we get our snacks when we are at work. Its called **Central Supermarket**
My friends were busy picking up their snacks and what they wanted. And I, on the other hand, was busy photographing (it's my thing😅😉 so don't question).
I will show you around the supermarket a bit lol.
There were different snacks here to pick, ranging from biscuits, cookies, chips, popcorn, chinchin, bread, meat pie, chocolates, and all. I ended up picking nothing from all the options because I didn't like anything.
But you see sweets? I don't joke with it lol (people will be like, stop spoiling your teeth with sweet and I will be like, I will try lol)
Yes, I stopped by the sweet cart and looked at a few and decided which to pick or not hahahahaha.
And then I went to pick a soft drink but I ended up taking photos of the wines on the counter lol. I was hoping to make an article about these wines but I guess I already failed to do that but I am not sad either though I have forgotten the exact message I wanted to give about the wines hahaha, so I am still glad I get to share it today anyway.
Remember we went to grab snacks but this girl went ahead to photograph just anything in the supermarket hahaha.
My friend was like, they will seize your phone, you better know what you are doing hahaha, I laughed and told her that such can't happen as far as I am concerned, no one dares lol.
So here I took a photo of these body cream counter.
After getting everything we needed, we headed over to make our payment, get our receipt, and then we left the supermarket.
I did make some observations about the guys in this supermarket which I am not willing to talk about right now lol. Apart from the fact that they are tall and handsome lol, looking huge too, okay that's it, say goodbye lol.
And on returning to the street, the whole place became darker than when we left the office.
I was admiring the weather and loving it even more.
Along the road, we met tho shoe vendor that didn't allow us to pass. He was calling out to us to come and check out his products and being that my friend needed sneakers, she decided to check it out.
She tested a few but none was her size. Yes, she got big feet and so we couldn't find the right fit
This is her leg while she tried the shoes on. She did like this particular one but sadly it didn't fit well either. She felt pains on her toes so she couldn't take it.
She was there crying about not wanting to leave the shoes behind 😅 I had to walk away and leave her there admiring and crying over the shoe hehehehehehe.
I left and continued with my photographs. I was just enjoying the cloud, the weather, the atmosphere, so I couldn't help but just keep taking pictures as we were walking back to the office.
This is my favorite shot from all the photos I took that day. I don't know why I like this one more, I guess it has a great feeling to it.
The movement of the pedestrians and the vehicles I guess.
And this is the last photo I will be sharing today.
This is Akwa Ibom State in Nigeria in case there is anyone here that is curious about the location.
And this road is called **Abak Road, Uyo, Akwa Ibom.**
And that's all for our walk into the dark. You see? It wasn't so dark after all was it? I told you not to be scared that it's gonna be just fine.
Tell me didn't you enjoy that dark tour with me?
If you didn't then sorry okay? Maybe you just aren't a lover of good things, after all, I mean **good DARK things**😂
How is your Wednesday Walk by the way? Tell me about it or you can share it as a post and I will be happy to read about it.
Bye! Don't forget to enjoy the peace and calmness of nature and life.
For all that took the time out to read my rants, thanks. It's really been a while I ranted lol.
I appreciate you if you made it up to this point.
***Pen Down.....!***
**PS: All Images Are Mine!**
More Than Emotions ~ What Is Love To You?
I once bumped into a contest about giving your own definition of **love** or any self-made quote on love that cannot be found on the internet or any other site.
I thought about participating but then when I looked at all the definitions and quotes in my mind, unfortunately, all were found somewhat found on either the internet, from a book, in the Bible, and so on.
So I was like, "oh well, this isn't for me" or maybe perhaps I don't have one definition of love, and to us **love** means different and so many things.
Depending on how love met you or how you met it, either way, there is always something unique to say about love.
So if I am to throw the same question to you all here, I doubt how many will pass that test. I mean the test of giving your own definition of love or quote on love that cannot be found anywhere else.
Sad and funny enough, so many people can define love and give instances but can we honestly say all those definitions are what we have experienced ourselves?
How do you tell someone that love is **Patient** when you aren't patient?
How do you say love is **kind** whereas you aren't kind or should I like it seems like kindness is not even your portion?.
How about those who say **love is unconditional** but come to think of all the conditions they will give you all in the name of the same love they said is unconditional.
So you see, most times, people only say what they don't have or haven't experienced for themselves.
Some say love is honest, yet they are very dishonest with their words and conducts.
Well, there are many approaches to love, both the experienced and inexperienced.
But if I am to tell you what I think and feel about love, here I will mention a few;
PURPOSE
More than anything, I define love as **purpose**. When the purpose of something is not known then abuse is inevitable. I can't and I don't want to waste my days, my years, my energy, my resources, and all where there is no purpose.
For me, love without purpose is a complete waste of time and everything.
Love to me, is finding the purpose of something, why and how you wanna make that thing work. It is knowing that you aren't jumping from one place to another because when you have a purpose and you know what is required of you and with that, you will be steady and remain focused.
Why am I feeling this way? Is there a reason for this emotion at this present state? Could it be that there is something I need to do about it? Nurture it? Grow it? Or better still kill it?
FUN
I do tell people how much I hate a boring life. Anything too serious, I am not in for. I am easily identified with fun because I love having fun.
Love to me is fun. I mean if you can't enjoy whatever it is you feel, then of what use is it?.
We had better remain emotionless if there isn't any fun to love.
Come on, for crying out loud, talk, joke, play, and have fun sometimes. I don't know how people do it but this girl is not in for an uptight, serious, and boring life.
You might kill my vibes before I even know it lol and I don't like it when people tend to turn off my spark. No way! I give no room for that. The least thing love can offer me is **fun**
GROWTH
If love isn't helping me grow then what is it doing? And of what use is it?.
Love should be able to tell you that you aren't doing well in this area and that you need to step up.
Love is looking past the level you were yesterday and making advances to better your life.
If someone is intentional about your growth in life then you should know that indeed that person truly cares for you. The growth can be either mentally, spiritually, emotionally, financially, educationally, and more. I have met a handful of such people in life which I am grateful for and to some of those people, I always feel so sorry for letting them down.
CRAZY
Hahahahaha, I kinda find this one funny though.
Love is crazy at times. It is acting funny and in an unusual way once in a while. It's wholeheartedly communicating your craziness with someone without being judged or being turned off.
I can't say much about this cause talking about it alone can be very crazy and at this moment I am in my right state of mind to communicate such craziness 😄😅
ASSURANCE
Love assures I hope you know this one. I am certain you do.
Things aren't going well or very smoothly.
You didn't get that job or promotion?
Your parents couldn't help you with certain things in life.
You failed in one business or project you were handling but **it's okay, all is going to be well**
You are still here and in good health and shape.
There is still hope and that is all that matters.
That is assurance and it is what love looks like to me.
It's grabbing someone and telling them everything is fine even in their despair.
It's telling people how amazing they are even with their little flaws.
It's assuring them that all will work out fine in the end if they just believed and have faith. This is love to me.
There are so many other ways I define love but at this point, I wanna rest my case and also hear from you guys. What you feel love is.
I want to also know what love means to you. What can you say or tell a person about love?
Or better still, how do you easily identify love when you see it?
If you don't mind, kindly give your opinion on this topic. Let's see how many can truly express what love is especially from experience and not what people have told them about love or want they have read about love.
So go on, let's hear you guys out.
Thank you for sparing this article some minutes of your time, I truly appreciate your presence here and your contributions matter to me too.
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18 At Last? ~ Added Value?
Who didn't wanna get there?
To finally taste the freedom of becoming an adult.
To know what it really felt like to be one and be seen as one.
To be able to take part in most conversations without anyone thinking you are still a child and that certain matters shouldn't be discussed with you.
Who didn't wanna clock 18?
For some, they were eager to finally start a relationship (not now that even babies are found in relationships lol)
Some guys thought it was the proper time and age to try liquor and strong wines.
We all anticipated it. We all thought we would be different, felt different, look different but well, for some of us we did look different but does it really change anything?
Consciously we were told to become more responsible because we were turning into adults.
People felt it was now okay to approach us with ridiculous questions and chit-chat.
They felt oh well, this girl/boy is now an adult so we can just say random shit to her/him. Some with no conscience at all.
18 At Last
Sadly, nothing changed. Like becoming an adult really didn't change anything.
Rather it opened doors to more responsibility, lies, more dramas, more shits, and stuff.
It made us become more conscious of our life and careful what we welcome into it.
Some rose to a standard they never dreamed or wished for.
Took up certain responsibilities they weren't even ready for.
While others began to welcome conversations and discussions they once believed were for the bigger people or adults.
Above all, we were left to take decisions and make our choices (for some, not all though)
And at every instance, we will hear things like **you are old enough for this or that. You are old enough to do this and do that, to go there or be here** and all the rest that follows.
Sadly, all this was tied down by a number, and the number **18**.
We believed everything or anything at all was possible with that number.
We believed if we clock 18 we can do just anything without being answerable to anyone because after all, we became adults the night we turned 18.
To think some people feel age is just a number. Do you really believe it is just a number?
I hear people say it often but I don't buy into that idea of age being just a number.
If age was just a number, why then did some adults restrict some children or teenagers from certain information or thing feeling they aren't old enough for it?
Why do some companies ask for people's ages before they can be considered or granted a job opportunity?
Well, technically age isn't just a number. It matters in so many things and so many areas of life.
It is just individual opinions and not a fact.
Not Different
So you turned 18 and realize there was nothing different about you? Physically? Emotionally? Spiritually? Financially? Educationally? And otherwise?
There is an error lol. A big one.
Your age should determine many things about your life.
From discussing childish things and behaviors to taking up challenges and becoming more responsible.
Life shouldn't always meet you at the same spot every time, every day, and every year.
Attach value to your number, to your age. Don't waste it.
You may not felt any different from the person you were yesterday to the person you are today simply because you aren't adding value to yourself.
Add value and not just number.
They say a word is enough for the wise.
Thank you for stopping and reading through, I appreciate it.
Happy New Week Guys!
Have a very blessed and fulfilling week.
***I wanna thank say a big thank you to all my sponsors. Thank you for making this journey a little bit easier for me, I truly appreciate you all and to my readers too.***
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Find Your Niche ~ What Works For You
It's Weekend! Let me hear the sound of rejoicing lol.
Well, it's a habit that on weekends I don't feel like doing anything. I just want to lay in my bed and enjoy my peace.
I usually feel weak, tired, and lazy doing anything, especially online activities.
But today was different. I woke up energized and I just couldn't wait to finish my chores and weekend routines and then jump right into this space to start my work lol.
But before then, I went ahead to check out one of my social media WhatsApp. Actually, one place I am easily seen or heard from as far as **social media** is concerned (just so you know, I am not a fan of Facebook and I don't even make it there for weeks, sometimes months).
So looking up my WhatsApp status today, I saw an update from one of my friends and this is what inspired this post.
She talked about cleaning up her room and opening old stuff that she bumped into her old assignment books. One of the updates was a photo of her **chemistry assignment** in which she scored everything in it but do you know the funny thing about the update? Like the caption she used? Permit me to show you
That's the screenshot of her caption or comment on the photo.
For those who don't understand some terms there; **wetin** means **what** while **abeg** means, **please**.
So to rephrase the whole sentence it is;
***So I was cleaning my room this morning and I stumbled on my chemistry note. I am just laughing because heaven knows I don't understand this thing that I just scored all.***
***What took me to science class please?***
That's a more definite way to put the sentence
I couldn't help but laugh about it and comment as well.
Why? Because what she posted was one of the simplest calculations ever as far as chemistry is concerned, and chemistry being one of the subjects I used to love, I know this was easy peasy for me.
But the fact that she couldn't even remember how she got those answers correct is what baffled me and made me laugh so hard, not at her but with her.
She is my friend and I understand that she doesn't like science but God knows why she even went to the science department in the first place lol.
Again she updated another post of how she failed another chemistry calculation. This one is a little complex and especially for someone that understands nothing about chemistry. So according to her, this was when she parked her loads and left science class(department) to art class (department).
She said that after the experience she knew that the science department or courses weren't for her.
She left to art after staying for a while in science but do you know what? She did very well in the art department even though she went there during her last school session or final year in high school.
Do you know what I liked about this? It is the fact that she didn't persist and stay in science even when she knew she wasn't coping or that she was struggling with it.
She rather left even after staying there for that long. You know some people would have stayed and at the end of the day, they realize they would have done much better as an art student but by then it would have been too late for them.
I used to hear that some students had the habit of following their friends to a particular department simply because they don't wanna be separated from each other or one another.
When you sacrifice your future to the detriment of friendship then you know what you are in for.
You are causing yourself more harm than good.
If you know nothing about Chemistry, Physics, Biology, and even mathematics please tell me, what exactly are you going to find in the science department? If you should be struggling with an area, it shouldn't be all areas. Of course, we all know that we can't know everything, and we can't be better at everything, it's just not possible, don't let anyone deceive you.
And if you know you aren't good with literature, government, history, and all those core art subjects can you please tell me what you are doing in the art department? My dear find your square root as we would say here lol.
This incident and memories reminded me of how many people are struggling in life today in the educational sector, business sector, economic sector, and every other sector you could think of simply because they didn't find their niche, where they belong, and what works for them.
Find Your Niche
What worked for Mr. Peters may not work for Mr. Adams
That the other person is doing very well in a particular business does not mean that if you also venture into that business that you will do well or excel like the other person.
Truth be told even if you gather all the information needed to start up the same business if it wasn't your niche, you will find yourself struggling in it.
**Is It Okay To Try?**
Of course, it is. It is very okay to try. If you find something you like or you think and feel you can do well with it, then give it a try.
You never know until you try.
And when talking about finding the right place you belong, for some it takes days, weeks, months and some even take years.
But at the end of it all, you should be able to find your niche and know what works for you and what doesn't.
So that you don't end up wasting your time, energy, and resources unnecessarily.
And most times, something happens to point you in the right direction and let you know that the place you are, is not or may not be for you.
Sometimes you will experience failures and setbacks.
This is also a pointer but sadly some people ignore this and go ahead forcing themselves to stay where they don't belong.
Mind you, my friend is a smart girl and she found her niche and migrated to where fitted her better.
Where she belongs and she did very well without having to bother herself with some chemical shits 😂 that she didn't even understand.
You should do the same and stop confusing your brain and your future. Find out what works for you and stick to it.
Find your niche, my friend, ***E get why*** ( in order words, ***there is a reason***).
Did you miss something? Anything? I am sure you didn't but if you did, please head back over and be sure to pick out something from here.
All the same, thank you for stopping by, and of course, your comments are very much welcome.
Happy weekend guys!
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I Need A Sponsor
Well well well.
Welcome to my blog post beloved ones.
Did you read the title very well? I am sure you did.
Do you think I am begging for sponsorship? Hell No! But I am here to address it lol.
Did I trick you? Of course no, and if at the end of this article, you find it necessary to become a sponsor then go ahead, of course, why not? And if also I find you interesting enough too? Oh yeah, I will stop at nothing to become a sponsor too.
But for now, shall we address the issue of **I NEED A SPONSOR?**
You see read.cash is huge as every day new users are joining the platform.
We have new and old users both striving to make their articles stand out and their voices heard.
Everyone wants to be seen, to be heard, and to be read from.
We all need our labor and hard work to be rewarded right?
But how will this happen if no one is truly reading your articles or coming to your blog?
And what are you doing in return to make that happen?
You see, no one wants to sponsor a person whose job is just to come to the platform, publish a post, and then fold his or her hands waiting to be rewarded, to be seen and heard.
When you aren't involving yourself in whatever goes on around the platform then the chances that people will hear from you or even read from you is very slim.
And if that happens, how then will someone want to sponsor you?
I will take myself as an example, I know I am not doing well because of many tasks I am handling but once in a well, I go through my homepage and read other people's articles, I subscribe to their blog to keep track of their articles.
I take part in the writing challenge organized by @JonicaBradley to her I had my first sponsor and I also have something to keep the inspiration flowing from all her prompt words.
I do miss them at times but when I am free and I see the prompts, I do take part because it helps me unleash my writing skill and play along with the flow that most times I am even lost in writing lol. I love the feelings that come with that.
So you see, there are many things to be done to make yourself known, seen, heard, and read from.
I will mention a few things I know which I have tasted and which worked for me.
This might not fetch you, sponsors, I can't promise that but it might definitely fetch you the audience you need. And from the audience, you can get a sponsor depending on how well your articles interest the people willing to become a sponsor.
Quality Article
If you must be rewarded, you know **quality** should remain your watchword.
I see people making a post of less than 1-minute read and then they expect to be rewarded. How? What do you expect from people after making an article that isn't even up to a minute read? What exactly will you be saying in such an article?
You can't tell me that a less than 1-minute read article is quality enough even if it carries a message with either a picture or whatsoever. We all know that quality is not quantity or how long a post is but come on, the system might not even recognize such let enough reward it.
Where is the effort? When you make an article as short as that, tell me where does the effort come in? People are mostly rewarded for their effort and hard work. You can't make effortless or lazy content and expect to be rewarded and sponsored, no it doesn't happen that way, and it certainly can't.
Engagement
You read that well right? If there is one more thing you must do other than present quality articles, it is your level of engagement.
How well are you engaging? How well are you interacting on the platform? Getting to meet new people, reading from them, and also leaving healthy and meaningful comments and contributions on their posts?.
Aside from posting quality, engagement helps a person to be easily noticed and seen.
Where your post couldn't reach, your engagement can.
Where your article couldn't be seen or noticed, your interactions with other writers will make your articles be seen and read too.
Do you know why? Take for example you read someone's post and leave a healthy comment, the person might be anxious to check out your blog and also see your activities and what kind of articles you put up.
So you see that your engagement and interactions with others made them or forced them to check out your blog? And from there, if your work interests them, they may subscribe to your profile to keep them updated about your activities and some may lead to permanent support and sponsorship.
So inasmuch as your articles are quality, your level of interaction in the platform matters too.
You know it takes so much discipline and time to sacrifice reading other people's work and leaving a comment, so this effort will always be appreciated and rewarded.
Involvement
By this I mean, getting yourself involved with what goes on around here.
For example, take part in challenges and contests if you come across any. Don't stay idle and single yourself out. It is through the challenges and contests you take part in, others will also get to notice you.
Another way to be involved is by making references. I like what @Princessbusayo does. Each time she reads someone's article that she learned one or two things from, she always makes a post about it and then makes references to where she got it from and what she learned from the person's articles. Most times she also elaborates more on the subject or topic discussed.
She does the same with people's comments or replies to her. I must say I like that about her.
And this always makes people feel good and have a sense of belonging.
It tells people that at least someone took the pain of reading their articles and not just that but they also learned something from it.
So you want to get noticed? Be appreciated? Be seen? Be sponsored? Start reaching out to others and making an audience for yourself.
Responses
You know it also takes a person who loves comments and feedback on their posts or articles to respond to the comments and feedback on their post.
Some people don't do it, some don't even care any less.
But do you know the feeling of having someone stop by your post and not only did they read, give you a thumbs-up, and pass? But they also left you a constructive and good comment?
What exactly does it take to reply to or respond to the comments on your post?
This is what sparks more interaction and communication. It shows you care about whatever the person is saying in your post and about your article.
From there, your name will stick to the person's mind and they wouldn't want to miss out on your post or blog and this also can lead them to your profile to subscribe to you and who knows, might even become a sponsor too.
Consistency
I could have easily made this the very first point but I intentionally brought it as the last, why? Because even after doing all the above mentioned, if you aren't consistent with them, soon all the efforts will be as good as nothing.
People easily forget and if you want to excel with all the things I mentioned, you must be consistent.
It's okay to miss a day, two days, three days, four days, etc but it should never pass a week.
There might be other things keeping you busy but when you starve your blog and your presence isn't felt for more than a week then something is bound to happen.
There is bound to be a shift, and drift in everything that took you time and days to build.
So never leave your blog starving for more than a week and your presence shouldn't be scarce for that long either.
You don't know how many people are always awaiting your articles, your comments, your interactions, and the rest.
Don't give them the reason to cross your name off their mind or lists.
Keep pushing, keep striving, and doing your very best.
When next you feel you need a sponsor, or you wish to, please remember these few things I have mentioned here, and I too am not an exemption. I am still also doing my best to build my audience and I will stop at nothing to get my desire result.
Did you read up to this point? If you did then congratulations and thank you for your time.
I truly appreciate it. Your feedback and comments are very much welcome too. And also, never forget to encourage the author, thank you.
***I am your writer;***
@zellypearl
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What Do You Think Of Darkness?
**Black** isn't my favorite color but I have a thing for it. Why is that? Because black or anything dark paints a perfect or better image or picture of something.
I am easily identified with dark or black things. Don't even think of getting all spiritual and religious with whatever looks you might wanna display; **I am a child of the light**.
But in the natural sense, I tend to love a dark and black thing very much, ranging from a dark room, a dark background, a dark mode browser, app, note pad, a black dress, shoes, and the least thing like a black porch.
There were different instances my liking for these things played out very well unconsciously.
I remember walking into a studio last year for a photo session and when I was asked which background I wanted for my photos, I immediately mentioned **Black** without blinking.
Coming back the next day to get my photos, I realized the photographer changed most of my background to pink, yellow, white. Like what the heck? Such weird combinations. I wasn't angry, that was far from it, all I did was tell them to change all the funny background colors to something a little bit dark if not black entirely.
Of course, I got what I wanted, I like it dark and soft, there is a great feeling that comes with it.
One of the photographers was forced to exclaimed how much I like black when he was exchanging words with his colleague, he asked why I love black, dark, or dim things that much. I told him I don't know because that's the truth, I have no idea why.
Coming to **dark mode**? Everything you could think of in my phone and PC is in the dark mode. My browsers, applications, and the rest.
I immediately changed my PeakD preface to the dark theme when I first logged in with it.
I used to have problems with my immediate brother when he usually borrows my PC to make use of.
Each time he gets his hands on it, he changes the theme to light because he couldn't work with the dark mode.
Giving these instances shows how much I like black, dark, or dim things, and even atmosphere. Wait, did I mention that I like how the sky suddenly becomes dark in the middle of the day or early morning because it's about to rain? I can't explain how I feel going through those moments or periods, it's always a delightful sight to behold.
I bet you wanna see some clicks of such weather I took some months ago? There you can see them below and tell me what you think lol.
Isn't that sight lovely to behold? I bet it is.
And I don't need anyone to tell me that lol.
Just looking at that dark sky feels so warm and endearing.
**What Do You Think Of Darkness?**
Should I rephrase that question? What comes into your mind when **darkness** is being mentioned?
Here permit me to quote scriptures;
***KJV: And the earth was without form, and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.***
***KJV: And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. (Genesis 1:2-3)***
The earth was already filled with darkness.
And without this, there wouldn't have been a reason to call forth light.
Darkness gives light its meaning.
You can only tell the beauty of light in the presence of darkness.
What about the moon and the stars? The beauty of those is seen only in the presence of darkness.
Even the beautiful lighting of a Christmas tree and its decorations are seen mostly when it is dark.
So if I was to answer the question, what I think of darkness or what comes to my mind each time the word **darkness** is mentioned is that it is what gives light its true form or meaning.
Without darkness, we might never appreciate the usefulness or beauty of light.
Can you tell me the usefulness of an electric bulb during the day? Well, it is as good as nothing because it's not even serving a purpose.
Its purpose can only be served in the presence of darkness.
And for those who keep their power or lighting on during the day, you had better save some energy because there is no function of those lighting during the day.
Give it a break! Don't always think evil, each time you hear the word **darkness**. Though the devil is associated with darkness but it is not always all about the devil and his handiworks.
It's not always all about demons and ghosts.
Darkness has its own use as much as light does.
A little bit of dark or black things wouldn't harm okay?
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
You can only be tied down by what you believe.
After all, we are but slaves to what we believe.
So when next you come across someone that loves the black color for what it really is, don't give them those evil looks.
It may never be what you think but just an harmless liking for something dim and plain.
Did you miss anything in the article? Maybe something you wanna share or emphasize on? I am very open to it and pretty much available too. Let's talk it out in the comment section, see you around, and thank you for stopping by.
Thank you to @JonicaBradley for her prompt challenges.
This is what I think of darkness.! ;)
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@zellypearl
Reach Out To Someone
So, guys, it's a new week already.
A happy new week to everyone, I am certain the week is gonna be a fruitful one already.
Today I am not only happy but also I feel that I will have a blessed week too.
So, while going through my belongings today, I discovered an old phone my dad bought, my very first smartphone. I don't know why they called it **smart** because I can't really say the phone is smart or whatsoever.
I also realized that my very first SIM containing all my old contacts was inside the phone.
I grabbed the phone, and thank God there was power supply, so I charged the phone, and it eventually on after a few minutes of leaving it to power.
After powering the phone, I decided to go through my phone book and dial as many numbers as possible.
My quest was to know which of those numbers or contacts are still useable and active.
And another purpose was to finally reach out to and connect with old friends which I lost contact.
I recharged the line and started dialing and ringing up the numbers from the letter **A to Z** lol, you might think I really had nothing doing but after doing it, I felt satisfied and as if it worth it.
I called my old friends and acquaintances one after another.
Some it's been 4 years since we last spoke, some 5 years, so you could imagine how long it has been.
Most of them were perplexed and shouted at the top of their voices when they got to know who rang them up.
It was a delightful moment and I am really glad I was able to reach out to most of them and now we can keep in touch again.
So why am I really sharing this with you guys? well, here is the question to you all.
***How often do you reach out to someone just to know how they are faring?***
***When last did you ring up or chat up a friend or acquaintance that you haven't seen or spoken to for years? Maybe 1,2,3,4,5 or even 10 years ago***
I know most of us may think that the reason why they haven't been in touch with those people again is that they really weren't part of their life's journey. But is that what it really is?.
Remember you aren't just calling them to bring back whatever it is that you guys had, neither are you trying to evoke any kind of connections again but just to know how they are faring and how life is treating them. A simple call won't harm a soul.
I never really thought that most of the people I reached out to today would be so happy to hear from me again after such a long time. But they shocked me to my marrow especially those I never even thought really cared whatever goes on with me or where I have been all these years.
Yes, I was surprised and frankly, the shocked ones are those I didn't even want to call, thinking they might not even pick up or that they don't really care whatsoever. They were truly glad I called. They were the ones with the most shocking exclamations and expressions.
I felt good and it was like, coming back with a bang. In a grand style after so many years 😂😂
I honestly would have bet anything that some of those numbers wouldn't be active again but they were and I would have been on the losing ends if I did bet lol.
So beloved ones, do check up on that friend or acquaintance that you haven't spoken to or texted for years.
You never know the heart your call or text could light up.
Live peacefully and in harmony with all men.
Spread good vibes always and stay positive.
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@zellypearl
My Brain Is Losing It
Guess what? I just got my vibes back and I wanted to bring it on here.
I got back home and took my dinner and ready to step in here and do what best I know how to do but something happened, guess what? **My Brain is malfunctioning**.
Come on, does it feel like I am hallucinating here or perhaps exaggerating?
Okay, if you think I am, let me share with you guys what happened.
I apologize for whosoever had already clicked this post and has gotten to this point.
Perhaps you are not interested in my rants, as I know many here are not, so I will rather advise now to ignore me and go about your normal thing.
But for those who care about my ranting, which seems like what I will be doing right now, you are very free to keep reading and find out what really happened lol.
8th June, 2021
I got up from my bed, with the intentions of going to the saloon to make my hair. I made sure to finish my house chores earlier so that I will have enough time to go style my hair the way I wanted it.
After finishing with the chores, I took my bath and rushed down to my stylist place which was just a few steps or kilometres away from my house.
On reaching her place, I gave a knock on her door three times seeing that the padlock on the door was open. I was already happy thinking that someone was around and preferably my stylist.
I knocked and called out to her but only to get a response from her nearest neighbor.
The neighbor came out and said this to me; ***oh, your stylist isn't around, she just put to birth, maybe they forgot to lock their door***
The last sentence wasn't really my major concern as the first one.
**WOW!** good news that she put to birth, but bad news that I won't be styling my hair with her for the next 3-4 months or even more now that she is on maternity leave.
She was the only one I made my hair with and I don't have this habit of always changing my stylist like most people do.
I went back home with a mixed feeling but in all I was grateful to God for bringing forth a new life through my stylist.
Fast forward to 9th June, 2021. A friend of mine came to visit and suddenly she told me she wanted to make her hair, but first she wanted washing it.
Sadly I told her what happened. I told her my stylist wasn't available but that I could recommend another place for her which I have tried before when it comes to washing and conditioning of hair.
I took her there, she washed her hair and decided to braid it as well. Turns out she liked the hair and didn't say anything bad about it, and that was good news for me, because I don't like recommending something with a negative or poor feedback.
10th June 2021
This is it!
I was left with no other option but to go to the new stylist to help me with my braids.
I got the materials I needed for the braiding. I settled and she started her work.
I can't even tell you the hours I sat there just for the braids to be done.
I literally made comparison between my stylist who went on maternity leave and the new one I just went today to braid with.
The new stylist had many **X** mark (fail) compared to my personal stylist, except for one thing.
I know I have some pains and headaches naturally when I have a new braid on, but it felt as if I wasn't feeling it at all with the new stylist. Yes at first I wasn't feeling the pains until I got home.
After taking my dinner like I said, I realized I haven't done anything today so I decided to do some tasks online before retiring to bed.
Lo and behold, when I powered up my PC, my eyes were rolling at interval, with severe headaches, eyes pains, flashy and blurry vision.
Everything you could think of all came to play.
I had to pull my eyes off the bright screen to know what exactly was affecting me so much.
After trying it for some minutes, I fixed my eyes again on my PC since I wasn't using my mobile phone, guess what? this time my brain was affected.
It felt as if my brain was scanning unknown and unusual codes. I knew I just needed rest after the long and tiring day and not to overwork my system especially my brain as it stands, but before doing that I decided to write about my experience.
So my question goes, could the brain malfunction simply for not putting it to use for some hours? Or could it be the burden (braids) on my head right now that is causing the malfunction? or is it just that my whole system needs rest and nothing more.
Tell me what you think or know in the comment section below.
By the way, thank you for stopping by and engaging with this author.
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@zellypearl
Would You Give Up Because Of Food?
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Really! I might not know what it feels like to sleep and wake up with an empty stomach.
I grew up having three square meals daily and sometimes even more.
It went down to two times daily but it never went below that. Especially being a grown-up now, I don't have any valid excuse to starve myself except I just decide to.
I don't know if anyone can give up because of food.
I ran into an article someone made, more like a motivational piece, trust me I am not in for some of these motivational speeches but this one just got my attention and I was like ***could people really give up in life because of food?*** I just had to ponder on it.
Could it get any worst? Hey mind you before you start rolling your eyes at me, I have seen people who barely have what to eat or wear but they are living their lives as if nothing bothers them, as if all is well.
But could I really tell if all is well with them or not simply because I feel they don't have enough to eat? Yes, they do eat but is it enough?
You know human beings are prone to complain about every slightest thing in life.
Some complain and nag about not having numerous fancy and designer dresses to wear when others are even in need of the rags or something to cover themselves at least.
Some complain of not having three to four-day meals when people just need a plate of meals to silent the worms in their stomachs daily.
We have families complain of house space when many are out there in the streets without even a roof over their heads.
And then we look at all these and we can't help but just wonder why some people can be so ungrateful.
When we are not grateful for the little things we have, is it when we have those big ones that we will be thankful to God for?
If we don't start with the little ones, I doubt we can ever make it past the bigger ones.
Can You Give Up Because Of Hunger?
I can't tell your answer to this question and though I don't know what it feels like not to have what to eat or even have enough to eat but I don't think I would give up simply because of food.
I don't know if there is really anything in life that can make me give up.
I am a believer. I believe in miracles in possibilities, in mercy and grace.
Somehow I know I would survive so giving up wouldn't even cross my mind and even if it does, I will do well to filter the thought of it because for all I care, **food** is too little of a thing to give up in life for.
There is every possibility and tendency that even a poor person who has nothing to eat will still be fed and he or she will live a healthy life so what better options are there than to just believe in the positivity of one's existence.
What's your take on this? Can you really give up in life because of food? Share your opinion.
@zellypearl
No Dancing
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I warned you, didn’t I? I told you countless times not to do this but you wouldn’t listen. You never listen to me, do you? Now see what You have caused yourself. Just take a look at the mess you have put yourself into.
You felt the world cared about you just because they were cheering and clapping for you? Apparently, no one does, and they wouldn’t even do considering that you are in such bad shape right now.
I don’t even know what mom would do or say when she arrives here because she trusted me so well to look after you and now we are busted.
I couldn’t even take care of you as my major responsibility, what will I tell mom now? That I let you to the stage she warned you since age 7 not to be on?
Perhaps she saw this happening someday that is why she never wanted you to be there. But what did you do? You thought mom hated you and wanted to deprive you of one thing you love very much.
Sister, I am sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen. Of course, you didn’t mean it, Cara. But did you have to work out yourself so much? You didn’t even have a good rest last night, because you were up practicing the same moves as if your life depended on it.
Haven’t your teacher or whatsoever ever told you that you need a good rest the night before the big show to be able to perform well? I blame myself for all this. I shouldn’t have bought into your idea when this whole thing started. I should have just followed mom’s instructions when she specifically told me **NO Dancing**
*Hello Miss, I am Mrs. Samantha, I am here to see my daughter please, she has just been admitted, name, Cara.*
***Okay Ma'am, this way, please?***
*Kate! Cara!*
*Oh my God, what is going on here?*
*Cara where did you fall from? Goodness Lord, look at the state of your leg.*
*Mom, I can explain, Kate cut in.*
*Explain what Kate? What happened to Cara? Where were you when she hurt herself in this way?*
*Tell me, Kate, speak up. What happened?*
***Mom...mom...mom...***
*Yes? Go on!. You know what? Just let it be for now.*
*Cara darling, are you feeling any better? I am so sorry my poor child.*
Kate and Cara’s eyes met with each other and Cara could see the anger and fright in her sister’s eyes. She could interpret them even without being told.
Kate was angry at her and was worried at the same time about what she was going to tell their mom.
Mrs. Samantha entrusted Cara the younger one into Kate’s hands, so she would stop at nothing to scold her when she gets to know about the truth.
Kate was already making up her speeches for when their mom would be ready to ask her again about the whole situation.
Come here, Kate! Mrs. Samantha called out to her when they both left the hospital.
Now would you mind explaining to me what really happened back there with your younger sister Cara? How did she get so hurt? What if it had gotten even worst? What would you have had to say about it?
So now tell me, I am waiting, what exactly really happened? And this time no twisting or dragging of words, go straight to the point.
Come on young lady, I am listening.
***Mommy...Mommy...mom...***
What is it, could you speak already? Mrs. Samantha shouted because she was already agitated.
Mom, **Cara is Dancing**
Wait what? Did I just hear you say, Cara is still dancing?
Oh no! Please tell me she didn’t hurt herself like that in the process. Tell me it's a lie Kate.
***She did mom. Actually, she was...***
She was what Kate? I have told you severally not to let Cara dance. I sat you down before moving you two to the boarding house, I told you to take really good care of your younger sister and I specifically told you **No Dancing**
Which part about that didn’t you understand Kate? How could you be so careless and carefree with your sister’s life?
I trusted you to handle responsibilities well but you failed me this time Kate. Why? Why did you do it?
***Mom, could you just please hear me out?***
I love my little sister as much as I love you. I couldn’t just watch her bury her dreams and passion. She loves dancing. You and I know this pretty well because it's has been so right from when she was just a little child.
I know I made a mistake mom and I really hope you forgive me this one time but please I wanna plead that we stand by Cara and encourage her now that she needs us the most. Let’s not ruin her life by snatching from her the one thing she loves doing with her whole heart.
Can’t you see mom that Cara wasn’t really bothered about her hurt foot? The pain isn’t with the broken ankle but the hurt and scar that will be left in her heart if we stop her from doing this.
Please, mom, trust me on this one. Cara really needs us right now and we should try as much as we can to be there for her.
*This is going to be hard Kate, and I hope I won’t be making the worst decision of my life by agreeing to this.*
***No, you won’t mom, thank you very much, we love you.***
@zellypearl
This Is Freedom To Me
I grew up in a society that defines **Freedom** as not living with parents or any guardian.
Where people's mindsets are crooked and flawed.
Where every developing teenager or adult thinks or feels that living with their parents or under their care is some kind of bondage or slavery.
You often hear most of them say, they wanna be free as if they were in bondage before.
And I don't really blame them because 80% of African parents have made their children feel that way.
So if those children are asked what they really want or what freedom means to them, you will be shocked to know that a great percentage will ignorantly say they wanna live alone and do things on their own without being under the care of an elderly person. They would wanna explore the world at large and oftentimes, it may not always land them in a good or right place because most of those children were not taught what the world really is and what it looks like out there.
To them, freedom is living alone and being on their own without anyone telling them what to do and where to be.
Sad, that is what our children and growing teenager are facing.
But **Freedom** is more than **living alone** or doing what you feel should be done without anyone overseeing you or telling you what to do and why you should do those things.
You see if care is not taken, the moment such children are given the lineage to fend for themselves or look after themselves. Or should I say the moment they are being **let loose**, sorry to say that majority of them will make the worst decision of their life and most of which they will live to regret.
I grew up with well-disciplined parents. My parents aren't so strict but they are very disciplined. There is a wide difference between being **strict** and being **disciplined**.
When I was younger, I also didn't want my parents to be making decisions for me, but I didn't know that at that point in my life, I needed their decisions and not mine.
I didn't know there will come a time in my life that they don't make decisions for me anymore. So ignorantly I used to whine whenever they make decisions that I felt I didn't like or wasn't so okay with me.
And I will like to share one of the decisions my parents made for me which I countered and made my own even though it still fell back.
My Story
I was young and naive, perhaps you can put it that way. For some reason, I thought I knew where I wanted to be after my nursery and primary education.
I had a school in mind where I wanted to continue my secondary education.
But my parents, not exactly both but just my dad, never saw it as a good or wise decision so he told me I wasn't going to the school.
He tried all he could to convince me to change my mind and accept the school he wanted for me, but I had already made up my mind and it felt like it was since from birth 😂
So since my dad couldn't change my mind, he was left with no other option but to find other means, not knowing I was a little smart too even as a young girl.
My dad told me that since I didn't wanna listen to him that I should go ahead and apply for the school of my choice and his as well when I am writing my entrance examination.
In my country, a child is given two options of applying to two different schools of his or her choice and then leave it for the government or ministry of education to decide which school their activity or performance in the entrance examination fits.
But if for any reason the child included only one school and not two then the ministry will have no other option but to give the child that particular school he or she applied to.
Perhaps my dad wasn't aware of this or maybe he was but didn't just think I will be so naughty to apply to only one school and which was the school I wanted.
I did exactly what I said, I only applied for the school I had long wished to go to and not my dad's choice of school. But they had believed I applied for the two schools and something told me that if I did, I would have been given the school my dad wanted for me since it was an all-girls school.
After the examination results came out, I passed very well, and guess what? I was given the school of my choice, I mean why wouldn't they give me it? When it was only one school I applied for 😁
I told my dad about it, he wasn't happy but he had no choice but to send me there.
As if my dad knew I did something cause he was certain I won't be given the school I wanted but surprisingly to him I was, so he had to ask me what I did. He figured out I didn't apply for two schools so he told me that I will only go to the school I chose for one whole session and then for the next session, I will have to transfer to the all-girls school he wanted me to apply to initially.
So to cut the whole story short, I was later transferred to the all-girls school and I only lasted for one whole session in the school of my choice.
But do you know the funny truth about this whole thing? The school my dad later sent me to became my best school ever, I later found out how great the school is compared to the one I wanted.
The school had good values and the teachings there were top-notch, so you see my parent's decision and choice of school turned out to be the best for me.
My decision at that point in my life wasn't the best for me but my parents. So you see that most times, we are given the freedom to make decisions and choices but in the long run, some of them are not always the right ones or the perfect ones for that particular point in time.
So if you ask me what freedom is or means to me, ***it is knowing what to do at a particular time and doing the right thing***
Freedom to me is making the right decisions and choices even when under the care of people.
Freedom isn't all about living alone or doing what you feel like doing because no one is rebuking you or scolding you but it is knowing how well you use your free will to better your life and not ruin it.
I thank God for my parents, they might not be half as strict as other parents around the world but they do know what discipline is and what it means to train up a child in a proper way and still leave them to make their choices and not cage them as if they are slaves.
I really wanna plead to all parents out there, not to make the mistake of chaining or caging their children all in the name of being strict or training them well. Sorry to say that whenever such a child gets to taste what freedom or free will truly is, he or she might become very wild thereby misusing the freedom given to him or her and there is nothing the parents would do to stop them at that point except the Lord intervenes and prayer is involved.
I am most glad to share my experience and thoughts on what freedom means to me.
I don't wanna believe that living with my parents is bondage even though most times I feel I wanna experience the world on my own and not under their care but also I wouldn't want to misuse the privilege of doing so cause **Freedom** is a powerful tool that can either make a person or ruin a person.
That's why it's free will. You decide what you wanna do with your freedom.
I wanna use this opportunity to thank @JonicaBradley for interesting and thought-provoking prompts.
Thank you for unleashing my hunger to write for this week after feeling so down for some days now. I truly appreciate this and I will look forward to more prompts from you.
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@zellypearl
My Motivational Plug
**Motivation** to my best understanding is a drive or force that helps one do a particular thing or accomplish a particular task.
I wouldn't wanna get all professional in this article so, please pardon me if along the line I get a little too witty for your liking :)
Anyway, I will try as much as I can with this to be rather a personal experience.
I would love to start with instances where I was motivated to do one thing or the other.
First I wanna start from my area of specialty. **I Write** and would it be weird to say I write more than I read? Yeah this is me and this is something I can't change about me and I am not even willing to change.
Since It's not a bad habit I believe, I see no reason changing it.
Don't get me wrong, I love consuming knowledge and ideas from other people but I rather do more of that by listening to them speak than from their written document.
I am more of a listener than I am a reader.
I know it is said that ***Readers are leaders*** but have we ever come across any successful leader that lacks the ***listening skill?***
Inasmuch as reading is good, having that listening skill is way better too.
Less we migrate from the original topic, I wanted to make an illustration as a writer. I love writing and I tend to convey every I listen to or see into writing. Most times I even play with my imaginations and emotions.
Writing is the best way to express myself and all.
This is the major reason why I joined most of the paying platforms and blockchain. I mean, who wouldn't love to get paid for what they love doing? Aside from drawing which is a little stressful for me, writing takes almost nothing from me except I am not just inspired to do anything or not ready to put my thoughts together.
Speaking of motivations, I am motivated each time to write, to do more when I receive positive rewards or responses for my effort or work.
Trust me, I like it when I am rewarded for my efforts but it's even better to get a good and positive response for my work.
It would be very sad to know that no one really cares about whatever shit you are bringing to the table because most times none of them even care to read what you are putting out there and this can make any passionate writer sad, though rewards may act as a compensation for lack of response from another content creator out there. But if I may ask, is that alone really enough? Having good rewards without any form of feedback or engagement on your work, does it really pay off well to the effort put into the work?
How about if none of these two happens?
I mean **No Rewards!**, **No Response!**.
Now that's a huge **demotivation** don't you think?
Sure it is cause I have tested and proven it.
I have had my articles being jumped over or bypass many times from different blogging sites I have been sometimes without any form of rewards, let alone a response from anybody.
It was like people were telling me to my face ***Hey young girl, go publish your shits somewhere else***
It continued for months and even years but do you know what motivated me after what?; **PEOPLE**
It might not really be those people that overlooked my shitty articles but some other group of people who noticed I had something to offer, something unique which any other person didn't have.
These people motivated me to strive harder, do better, and not look down on my efforts.
I took their advice as a motivation to rise above what other people think of my work, of the efforts I put into it as well.
I made writing my everyday thing. I consumed more, imagined more, and read more.
I gather more information and I kept working my ass out.
I engaged and interacted with a lot of other writers and gain some kind of audience for myself and though I haven't gotten to the point I desire as a writer, I am more confident now because of the little motivation I got from people.
I would have also been tempted to say **WORDS** motivate me, but thinking more about this, it's the same thing. I mean **People and Words** because there are no words without people.
So my greatest motivation is people. Some people may say, books motivate them, and funny enough, those books were written by people and through people.
I don't think there is any form or kind of motivation in life that people are not directly or indirectly involved.
And do you know what else motivates me? It is **MYSELF**
Often, I don't get the motivations I need or desire from people so instead of sitting back, folding my hands, and being lazy about a particular thing, and looking pitiful, I try as much as I can to be the motivation I need.
I find everything worth appreciating and complimenting myself for and do the needful.
I congratulate myself on my little achievements. I console myself for the few losses and move on, and then I motivate myself to rise and do better. I strive each day to be better than my older self. Not entirely a new version but a rebranded version of myself.
And this can only happen if you motivate yourself and rise to the challenge.
No one would do this one for you, all you need is yourself to get to wherever you want to be, and getting to that place all start from **self-motivation**
I hope I have been able to either satisfy or please someone with this week's prompt word **MOTIVATION** and even if I haven't, I still hope that you will be motivated to take this prompt challenge and you never know who you might motivate.
Remember that people motivate people and you can start by motivating yourself too lol ;)
If you wanna cast your motivational spell, you can do so by joining this challenge. Simply click Here and go have some fun lol.
The rules are quite simple as well, check it out below. https://read.cash/@JonicaBradley/writing-prompt-2-motivation-2905952f
**Here are the rules:**
Write about motivation
Write 100% original content
Write at least 600 words
Tag @JonicaBradley
Have fun
I know I haven't made a lot of friends here but I would love to tag these few people I have come across before to check this out as well.
@Loner @Brilliance @Evedear @badbitch
I also wanna use this opportunity to thank @Princessbusayo for tagging and inviting me to this challenge.
I am already looking forward to more challenges.
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@zellypearl
Transferred Again
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*30 minutes and Cassie is still distracted from the noises outside the window of the classroom.*
*It has been that way since her first day in Drama Art High school.*
Cassie Taylor, a new transfer girl from San Diego. Fair, with blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes.
She is the only child of her parents. Quiet and very reserved. She walked into the hall of Drama Art high school on her first day in school, and the entire eyes of the students were on her.
She is a little confident but not when everyone was staring at her.
She walked sluggishly to her classroom where her teacher introduced her to the rest of the students in her class.
She was offered a seat at the penultimate row at the back.
She wasn't really bothered being she was new and just transferred from another school.
Cassie sat down and the lectures began. Her first day in school wasn't a hassle until her second and third day when she started hearing voices outside the window of the classroom. At first, she ignored the noises and voices but with each attempt to pay attention in class, the louder the noises got.
Cassie was completely distracted and immersed. She was bent on hearing better or clearly what the noise was all about and figure out why she was hearing these voices.
***Cassie Taylor! Cassie!***
The teacher called out to her when she noticed Cassie's absent-mindedness.
Yes, Cassie? Are you okay?
*Yes Ma!* Cassie responded.
Were you paying attention in class?
What was the last statement I made Cassie?
***What was the last statement I made***? Cassie retorted.
The whole class burst into laughter.
Are you trying to act smart with me young girl? You had better pay attention in my class or you will be seen in the P.E court next time.
*Yes Ma*
Turning to the board, Mrs. Blair continued with her lectures while Cassie was left battling with the noises in her head.
***Hey honey! How was school today?***
*Normal*
Okay, nothing exciting happened? Any new friends?
*Nothing of such mom*
Alright dear, go wash up and come down for a meal before it gets cold.
***~SCHOOL***
***Cassie right?***
*Yes? How may I help you?*
***Oh I am Peter*** I was just wondering if we could be friends? I know you are new here and it's very inappropriate to approach you for friendship.
I really don't know if you will be needing one now or anytime soon but there is no harm in trying to extend a hand of friendship, is there?
*No at all...Pet. Peter, right?*
***Yes, you are very correct, it's Peter***
*So Peter, I appreciate your kind gesture and for offering me this friendship* thank you!.
***Okay? So can I tag along? Going to the class right?***
*Yes sure I am and yes you can*
Hey Peter! Can you come help me out with my project?
Peter was a little sad and disappointed having to leave Cassie all to herself and attend to his friend Dave.
So, Cassie, we will meet after school okay? Is that okay with you?
*Not a problem Peter, have fun!*
Cassie walked into her classroom and like always, she paid no attention to anybody. She sat down, unpack her bags, and then plugged in her earpieces.
She hasn't made any friends in class or even in school so she was always alone listening to her music.
While the music was on, Cassie's mind went back to the meeting with Peter. She couldn't understand why Peter would walk up to her and offer her a hand of friendship without even knowing anything about her.
Could it be that Peter is up to something? Or did she look pitiful and lonely that Peter was asking to be her friend?
She let the thought slip away after some minutes of pondering on it.
She didn't want that to bother her, it is the least thing she wanted to worry about at the moment.
Peter waited at the gate after school for Cassie but only for her not to show up.
He was a little worried because he was sure he didn't see her walking out the door that led to the class blocks let alone the school gate.
Peter had to rush back to the classroom to be sure that Cassie was not in trouble or something. On getting to the classroom, he saw Cassie laying on her desk and sleeping soundly.
The school had dismissed and no one cared to wake up Cassie so she was left lying on her desk while everyone went home.
Peter didn't wanna wake her up either so he grabbed a seat and sat opposite her watching her sleep peacefully and very calmly.
Just when he stretched his hands to touch her hair and get it off her face, Cassie woke up and was startled at the sight of Peter.
*What's going on? Why are you here?* Cassie questioned Peter?
***School had dismissed since about an hour ago***
*So why didn't you wake me up?*
***I didn't want to disturb your peaceful sleep Cassie, I am sorry*** I hope you aren't angry.
*No, not at all, let's go, shall we?*
They both walked outside the classroom heading home.
Cassie's mom already sent her driver to pick up Cassie from school. She bid Peter goodbye and entered the car while they drove off. Peter went in the opposite direction. He was gonna board a public transport home.
When Peter got home, his mom was already so worried and asked why he came back home so late unlike him.
He told his mom he had something doing in school that's why he had to return at that hour.
He freshened up, took his dinner, and retired to bed.
But before then, he spent some time thinking of Cassie and her well-being. He was worried and was also sad at the same time for not getting her mobile number to reach out to her.
He promised he was going to do that when he gets to school the next day.
Cassie on the other hand was still battling the noises and voices in her head every time she was in the classroom. The more reason why she slept off the other day in school. The noise was getting unbearable and Cassie was getting worked up but she didn't wanna tell her mom because she wasn't ready to change school again.
For each school, Cassie went to, she was transferred after a few months because of one mental challenge or the other. Cassie never saw her condition to be a mental disorder, she knew what she heard, saw, and felt but no one was ready to listen to her or try to understand her.
Most people thought she was crazy and a psycho and that had always led to her transfer.
When Cassie came to Drama Art High school, she made a vow not to tell anyone about what was going on in her head or whatever it was that was bothering her that is why she didn't intend to make any friends.
She wanted to be on her own, fight her battles alone and mind her business, but now what will she do with Peter trying to squeeze his way into her life?
While she was pondering on this, she heard Peter's voice beckoning on her.
***Hey Cassie!***
She pretended not to have heard and buried her face in her books.
Cassie? Peter called out again. He walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
***Are you okay? Cassie***
*Yes I am, why?*
***Well, I have been calling out to you but you weren't responding***
Cassie pointed at the earpieces on her ears to tell Peter she wasn't hearing him because of those, but Cassie was lying, she had heard Peter even with the earpieces plugged on her ears.
So Cassie, what will you be doing after school?
*Go home, of course, Cassie stated bluntly*
Okay, I was hoping we hang out together after classes.
*You don't stand a chance, Peter, sorry*
Before Peter could say another word, he noticed Cassie sweating profusely and she was looking pale.
He placed his hand on her forehead and immediately shouted ***Cassie you are boiling***
What's wrong with you?
Cassie couldn't make any further statements with all the noises spinning on her head. She fell and was about to hurt herself but before that happened, Peter already grabbed her and helped her rest on his shoulder.
***Cassie! Cassie! Open your eyes***
Cassie, can you hear me? Peter kept calling out to her, he managed to drag and carry her to the school clinic where she was put to bed and look after.
Peter was asked to return to his class while the nurses and health practitioners will take good care of Cassie.
When Cassie was up, she was told that her parents were already on the way to pick her home.
Cassie freaked out because she could already predict her fate and what was going to happen.
No one cared to ask her what happened or why she was the way she was.
No one bothered to seek her permission before dialing her parent's contact and reporting the situation to them.
And just as Cassie had earlier predicted, she was going to leave Drama Art High School for reasons no one knew.
Her parents always transfer her to another school whenever such or similar situations occur without even hearing her side of the story.
Two days later, Cassie was nowhere to be found in Drama Art High School. The next day Cassie's classroom teacher broke the news of Cassie's transfer to her classmate.
Peter was devastated on hearing this. He never got a chance to get Cassie's contact even when he promised to do that the next day and now with Cassie gone, he was never going to see or hear from her again and this made him very sad and heartbroken.
**The End!**
@zellypearl
Unknown Destiny 3
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With Estelle's presence, I couldn't help but tell her all about Miguel and what has been going on.
I told her he hasn't really made his intentions clear neither has he opened up.
I told her I only read meanings to his actions and I don't know if I had already fallen for him without even knowing.
I didn't wanna believe I liked Miguel but what do I do when I can't get him out of my mind?
I have tried many times but my mind will always have a way of tracing back to the memories of Miguel and I wasn't liking it though it felt good to think I might really do like him. There isn't any harm in liking a person is there?
After telling Estelle everything or should I say part of the things going on since she wasn't around. My friend could do nothing other than to be happy and excited.
For a moment I was perplexed and wondering why she was happy for me after telling her about Miguel. I mean I didn't see such a reaction coming but she told me how scared she was that I may never like someone or even open up to them. She told me how she was beginning to think of who would really have his way into my heart.
She said it was okay not to love Miguel but to like him was something she was excited about.
She advised me as a good friend she was and then after a few days of spending time with us back here at home, she had to travel back to the states to complete her study.
I guess talking with Estelle my friend really did help the situation. I wasn't feeling so bad again about what I think I felt for Miguel. I just saw it as a normal thing and liking someone wasn't a sin either so I was soon able to get over it.
But somehow I needed to find a way to curtail the frequent chats and communication with Miguel. I wasn't ready to get myself in trouble so the best thing I could do for myself was to be careful how I let things move and take place in my life.
Yes, I shortened the conversations I have with Miguel most times when we start talking.
I was mindful of the things we talk about and I just went ahead with my normal way of talking or communicating with him.
There is no way I could have told Miguel that I like him or that I have started to like him. No, I couldn't even imagine that so I just had my way by burying my feelings or putting behind anything I felt for Miguel.
Soon afterward, everything was back to normal.
No emotions attached but a lingering feeling which I was out to destroy.
Miguel on the other hand wasn't doing anything to help the situation. The more I try to stay away, the closer he became. There was no point pushing him away anymore since there was no sign that he was just gonna go away just like that so I had to let things be the way it has always been.
We started talking a couple of days after and his actions kept proving the same thing. I didn't wanna nurture my thoughts that Miguel could actually like me without my knowledge or him telling me directly.
No, I wasn't going to put myself in that awkward situation of trying to prove if he truly likes me as his actions claim or not.
If he does like me indeed then my confidence is that someday I will get to know about it or find out without stressing myself to do it.
It is left for destiny to decide what the whole drama will lead to cause as it stands, none of us knows what is really going on in our lives or between us.
And for this reason and purpose, we let destiny decide while we follow.
***The End...***
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Unknown Destiny 2
If you missed the first part of **Unknown Destiny** then kindly click here to read it. https://read.cash/@zellypearl/unknown-destiny-1-554a4a75
So I let fate decide or should I say destiny have its way.
And guess what? We haven't spoken for a while like it was when Miguel started acting out and I on the other part minding my business.
There was no need for the blame game. So I just let it go.
Maybe I read the wrong notes. I let things slip into my mind but I am glad I didn't nurture it for a long time and Miguel played a greater part in helping me discard the thought as well.
But do you know what happened along the line? Freddie an old friend contacted me after a really long time of not reaching out.
We have an amazing time and for some hours I forgot about Miguel. I mean I see no reason why I should even be thinking of him or giving that space for the thoughts of him to slip in.
So I embraced the opportunity offered by Freddie and enjoyed the moment.
Yes, it has been a really long time since we spoke. And talking to him again made me reminisce the memories of when we were still very close to each other.
It was a good one but not in a way you may be thinking.
Freddie and I have been friends and he has been a really good and understanding one.
He offers help without anything in mind or even asking for a favor in return.
He is the kind and selfless type that any woman would desire to have but unfortunately, I wasn't the said **woman** if you ask me, I may say because he isn't my spec but the truth is that I really don't have a spec. If my heart doesn't agree to something then there is no point pushing it to the extreme and I don't even think I can go against my heart so I unconsciously let it guide me.
Freddie and I stayed as friends as we were supposed to and the little time I spent with him that day was one of the best after many months of not reaching out to each other so I really did cherished the moment.
Don't ask me but if you do, I will say I still ended up thinking about Miguel the night after I left Freddie home.
He was supposed to call or even text but he didn't. I don't know if I was sad or disappointed or both at the same time but I just knew something wasn't right with me so I went to bed moody coupled with the fact that I was very tired after the busy day.
I retired to bed that night, earlier than usual.
I didn't care any less. Even if I wanted to stay up for a while, my body and my entire system weren't just agreeing to it so I let nature have its way, I slept.
Early in the morning, I got a call from a friend returning from the state. She said she wanted to visit Nigeria and she thought of staying over at my place while on her stay here.
I didn't see anything wrong with that.
After all, this is a close friend of mine and my parents wouldn't be having any issues with her cause she is quite known and loved as well.
I gave her a positive response and feedback. She was so happy and she couldn't stop babbling about all the things she would be telling me when she finally arrives and I couldn't wait either to tell her all about the crazy things that have been happening in my life lately.
After talking for an hour, we both hung up. I left my bed to prepare and get ready for school.
As usual, it was lectures after lectures and I was really stressed and needed some break.
After the fourth lecture, I went to grab some snacks while sitting under a shed provided by one of the numerous trees planted in our school. I was busy eating and munching my snacks when I got a message alert on my phone. Guess who it was from? Well, I am sure you can tell who it is. **Miguel** speak of the devil. I didn't even check out the message to know what he said in it cause I was still infuriated about him not chatting me up last night.
I continued eating my snacks and getting ready to go back for my last lectures for the day.
It wasn't long enough before my friend called again that she was at the airport and she will soon be boarding a taxis home.
Finally, someone to restore my sanity. I couldn't wait to finally meet Estelle and get to share my sweet and bitter moments with her.
I told her I will be meeting her at home cause I still had one lecture to attend to.
She said it was okay that she will wait for me.
I was happy the whole time in class and my mind had already wandered off and back home.
I couldn't wait to get back home already so immediately the lecturer stepped out of the class, I grabbed my bag and belonging and rushed out Of class even when Edward was calling after me I didn't halt or even turn to know why he was calling.
My mind was already at home and I wanted to be home in no time.
...to be continued
***Do you wanna find out what happened after Flora went back home?***
***What did Estelle tell her about herself or her life?***
***Could Flora tell Estelle about Miguel? And what has been going on with her too?***
If you wanna know the answers to all these questions and even more then please don't miss the next part of **Unknown Destiny**
Stay glued to my blog to find out. And until then, stay safe and have your best day. Thank you for stopping by today to check out my post and for reading through.
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Unknown Destiny 1
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Miguel and I have been friends for as long as we both started talking to each other.
I don't know how it all happened or started.
All I can remember is someone storming into my inbox for some kind of assistance. I couldn't help but I didn't leave him stranded either.
At first, he seemed meek and for that reason, I decided to help him out with his challenge. And that was it.
But after that night, he kept coming back, chatting me up and everything.
I returned the chats and gave him accurate responses.
It continued for a long time. It was supposed to be just a one-time thing and after the assistance, I didn't see him ever coming back but how it happened is what I still couldn't fathom.
**Hi Flora!**
Miguel texted me one midnight.
But only for him to ask if I was sleeping or still awake.
Of course, I was awake but thanks to my turned off **read recipient** he couldn't tell if I was or not even when I read his message.
I didn't know what to answer so I pretended not to have seen the message.
I was like *why is he coming to disturb my life by this time?*
I was busy surfing the internet and finding some information about a particular thing I was looking up only for his message to come through that night.
I waited till in the morning to reply to his message.
And guess what the reply was?
***Oh sorry, I wasn't awake. Already slept at the time you sent that message***
Not so bad for a lie. I mean I do this if I wanna escape some dramatic and draining conversation with people.
I am not a liar so don't give me that looks but I escape some unnecessary conversations especially with people I don't find really fun or exciting to chat with.
Good enough, Miguel said it was okay that he just wanted to check up on me.
***check up on me?*** for what? I thought.
Why would he be checking up on me? I never told him I was sick or something. Well, that is history so I guess.
We spent a few minutes talking and communicating about our night and plans for the day.
All this with a zero mindset. Like I mean I didn't really care any less about what he will be doing with his time and I wasn't sure he cared about mine either is why drag on the conversation? So I had my way, yes I found a way to put an end to the conversation cause I felt drained already and I needed my space and a break from all the unnecessary talks.
I wished him a very pleasant day and accomplished plans and tasks and I went away.
This continued for weeks, the same old process and story.
Sadly it got to a point that we fought about so many things. And when I say **fought** I mean an argument, disagreement about something, and the rest.
The so gentle and meek guy that stormed into my inbox asking for assistance became my worst nightmare over time.
I couldn't chase him away and I couldn't shut him up either.
So my usual way of doing something better than the two things I mentioned was to always leave my inbox for him and come back after so many hours and by then he will be offline.
I guess Miguel couldn't keep up with this anymore or perhaps he got pretty busy with his offline works so he didn't storm into my DM like before. He didn't chat me up or even drop a message. I was glad, finally happy that he didn't bring up his numerous argumentative topics and matters to address.
Along the line, I forgot all about Miguel.
I concentrated more on my online business and stuff. Trying to balance my life while making ends meet.
One faithful day. Miguel came back. Yes, he came back into my life.
We started talking again but it wasn't as annoying as it used to be so I just gave in.
We talked more about important matters and we didn't argue about a lot of things as before.
Slowly things changed but I don't know what it was. I just felt different.
It wasn't intentional but he always comes to mind every time I let my mind wander around or be a little bit adventurous.
I needed to control it and not let the thought flood in.
But I realized the more I tried to get him out of my mind, the more memories of him keep flashing and I couldn't tell what exactly was going on with me.
Am I crazy or something? Could it be that I like Miguel? No, I don't even wanna think about that right now.
Liking someone at this point is causing me more harm than good, I thought, so I waved the idea away and kept on with my normal and usual business.
It wasn't very long before Miguel started acting his part out.
I don't know what he is up to either, I can't tell but I don't know if I can judge him by his actions, follow my instincts or let fate have its way...
***....to be continued***
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Perfect Wish
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Tara is a jealous bitch. So far it's what everyone called her.
No other lady is to be seen with her fiance, not to talk of exchanging pleasantries.
She doesn't think twice about dragging and pulling the hair of the victim if any found.
I call her a crazy bitch. No! Actually, a lunatic was a better fit.
I usually minded my business, not to ever cross paths with my Ex John, Tara's so-called fiance.
This was a deliberate act to save me from all the dramas.
I didn't wanna be the reason why Tara would go all crazy and I wasn't going to take such risks.
The other day John rang me up asking about my birthday preparations. ***"What do you care?"*** did I tell you I was going to have one?
John knows I am not a fan of throwing birthday parties. To me, it was never in any way a major achievement.
I hung up after giving him a piece of my mind.
I and John had broken up for about two months now. I see no reasons why he keeps bugging and bothering me with his calls even after he has gotten himself a new girlfriend; a crazy one at that.
One Wednesday evening which happen to be one of my free days, I was getting bored sitting at home all alone, so I decided to stroll to the eatery to grab a plate of strawberry ice cream; my favorite, and a nice snack to back it up.
Since it was just a few kilometers away from home, I wore a casual outfit, a pair of flip-flops, and my joggers, my hair was loosely tied in a way that covered only part of my eyes.
I grabbed my treat and was about to leave. Immediately when I exit the door, I bumped into John alongside his nasty girlfriend.
John pretended to be polite and nice and apologized *Not a problem!* I responded. I am sorry I didn't look ahead as well.
***"You had better do"*** guess who that came from? The crazy bitch Tara.
I knew too well to ignore her and walk away.
Few minutes after the incident, I felt someone grab my arms from behind, I was startled that I almost stood to heel but only for me to turn around and realize it was John.
What does he want now? I almost gave him the hottest slap of his life but heavens heard my wishes.
The slap came, but it wasn't from me but his beloved crazy girlfriend.
I couldn't help but burst into laughter.
I flung his hands off my arm and excused them to settle their issues.
The hot slap I have been wishing to give to John all my life finally took place in my presence before my very eyes.
I didn't even have to hurt my hands to get it done
The crazy bitch helped me execute those plans and made my wishes come true.
She made her crazy moves on John and this enough was alone for me.
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My Three P(s) Of Life
We all have different tips for life. The truth is, what works for me might not work for you but all the same, our voices must always be heard. We share our experiences, our story, our procedures, our majors, our tactics. All this is to help someone out there to stand on his or her feet again.
You never know which of your words will find a place in someone's heart, you don't know which one will meet his situation or problem. All you have to do is speak. Share that little thing you know. Let your words and voice be heard.
Life may not be fair to all of us and it will never be, so find out what works for you and stick to it.
Below are my three Ps.
**PACE:** Until you take a step, you will never get anywhere. Just a step to cover the space. Many people look at the distance of their journey and give up thinking it's an impossible thing. But until you step out, you will never know how far you can go or the distance you can cover. Make a move, leave your comfort zone, make advances and you will see where that will lead you just **"A pace to cover the space".**
**PASSION:** If you have seen anyone before that does something that he or she doesn't have passion for, then you will notice that the outcome is nothing to be proud of. Either the person will do that thing haphazardly which wouldn't yield an excellent result or the person would give in little effort to that thing without stressing over it. This is simply because he or she isn't passionate about what he does. But someone that has a passion for whatever he does or involve in, then there will be an outstanding difference.
To do very well in life, to excel in whatever you engage in, you must be passionate about what you do. Choose for yourself and don't rely on people's choices. Be passionate about whatsoever you do.
**PICK:** Inasmuch as you wanna go far in life, please be intentionally picky. Don't fall victim to accepting everything that comes your way. Let your yes be yes and your nay, nay. Do not be forced into accepting everything thrown at you. If you must discard some company of friends, then please do it. You should let go of certain things in life that doesn't worth or add any value to you, let someone tell you how picky you are and how annoying that is. You need to annoy some fellows in life to get to a particular stage in life. Some will point fingers, the truth is people will always talk, so give them something to talk about **" PICK"** and be very intentional with it.
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Befuddled
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Sidney walked up to the kitchen counter, hugged me from behind, and whispered the words; **Hey beauty! Good morning**
I smiled and returned his greetings.
I was busy making breakfast when he came to distract me with his early morning romance.
Sidney has a way of making me feel like I am the best thing that has ever happened to him.
Though I doubted his love for me at first but over time, it was all clear to me how much he cared about me.
I did love Sidney even when I couldn't tell him. He knew I did I guess because men always have a way of telling when a girl loves them even when they don't voice it. He called me one evening and told me he wanted to see me and that we should arrange a place to meet up. I didn't wanna show up.
I was scared about not liking him again if I eventually see him. But I also wanted to know what he looks like in reality.
Sidney and I spoke a couple of times on mobile but we never met face to face until that night.
When he called me out, he declared his love for me which I didn't even see coming. He had his way of doing things and I am always blown every time. He told me how he liked me, how our normal conversations turned into something else. How he was careful not to tell me until he was convinced that I had at least a fair reciprocal of whatever it is he was feeling.
He said when he finally got what he wanted and was convinced, he had to approach me and not waste more time or let the chances slip away.
I accepted Sidney's proposal, of course, I mean I liked him and I didn't see any reason why I shouldn't like him.
Physically he was okay, mentally, spiritually, and otherwise. I had no reason for not liking him so I gave in. My mind already accepted him and so did my heart even my mouth confessed it.
We got married a few months after. And not for once has Sidney proven me wrong about his love for me. It had always been new and intoxicating every day.
Early that morning, when he came to hug me, I felt something was up. So after returning his greetings, I asked him what was up and why he was up so early. It was about 4 am, I just got up earlier to fix breakfast and do a few things before the day finally breaks.
When Sidney got up to use the convenience, he noticed the kitchen lights were up and I wasn't in bed. He came to check out and behold I was there.
I asked him why he was up so early and he threw back the same question to me.
***Why up so early?*** come on, I have always told you not to stress yourself this way.
5 am is not too bad for you to wake up and prepare for the family, but 4 am is what I don't like. You need rest, Rita. How many times do I have to tell you this? How do I say it for you to believe me and also accept this?
Don't stress yourself too much.
Come on let me help you with that
No no no, I quickly cut in. You go rest while I finish up with this. Go go go, I hurried him out of the kitchen.
I knew he wasn't going to bed again still, I had to find my way and get him out of the kitchen.
Sidney left the kitchen and waited for him in the room. I never showed up until 5:30 am when I was done with all the kitchen chores.
He wasn't happy about it but he couldn't do anything either to stop me.
This was totally on me and I had no problem staying up or waking up that early to set things in other.
I was used to it, my system was used to it too. So there was nothing Sidney could do to stop it although I know he honestly cares for me.
***Fatigued!***
That was the right word for what I was feeling.
Sidney blamed me for not listening to him.
He told me how much I needed rest and not to stress myself too much but I wouldn't listen.
Now I am tired and exhausted. He had to spend some time giving me a proper massage.
He does that many times when I finish up with household chores.
He usually offers to help but I wouldn't let him, so the only way he felt he can pay in place of not helping out was to give me a good massage to relieve me of some of the stress.
After giving me a thorough massage that morning, Sidney told me that there was something he wanted to discuss with me.
I earlier sensed something was up. I was worried as to what Sidney wanted to speak to me about.
What is it? I hope everything is good.
Yes, darling, everything is just fine.
I wanted to let you know that we will be having a business trip to San Diego and we will be staying there for a few days or perhaps a week.
I wanted to know if that would be okay with you?.
I can't do otherwise and whatever you say is what I will act on.
I was a little sad and worried after Sidney told me about his trip. As much as I wanted him to stay and not leave, I also wanted the best for him and our family.
I sluggishly told Sidney that it was okay even when I had a divided mind. I told him how its fine that he should join the trip.
Sidney told me he was leaving two days after the day he told me about it.
That soon? I busted. Now I was getting even sad and I was missing his presence already.
Who would wake me up with his sweet smell every morning?
Who would give me a warm and reassuring warm every morning in the kitchen?
Who would give me a thorough and good massage to relieve me of stress?
I was beginning to think and ponder on so many things.
Should I let him go? Would it be the best thing to do? Or should I rather become selfish and not let him out of my sight?
Whatever be the case, the decision is mine to make as he said and I was left contemplating about what to do and the choice to make.
***The End...***
@zellypearl
When I Write My Success Story
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In life, you realize that people had gone through so many challenges and tribulations before they finally got to the point or positions they find themselves today and even the history found in books recorded about their lives.
For each successful man or person, there is always a story to tell.
How they fought and struggled and how they came out victorious.
And when their success story comes, they usually have people to thank for.
They have communities, associations, relationships, and friendships to thank for each success story they have to tell.
**When I Write My Success Story**
I don't know when this is gonna happen or however I am going to do it but certainly when I do, I will have a lot of people in my life to thank. I will have a lot of associations and acquaintances I have encountered or even come across or met by chance to thank.
I will also have this community, the platform to thank for.
For every person that stopped by to contribute to my life in one way or the other.
For every concerned person that offered even the slightest kind of help without looking back to see what they would get in return.
For every person, who played their part in pushing me to the top with lots of encouragement, criticism, and support. I will have you all in my story.
And when this happens, I wouldn't forget anybody neither would I leave out any as well.
I may not know everyone by name but I have them by heart.
Your contributions to my life now matter a lot as much as they will in the nearest future.
**HOW?, WHEN?**
For each question, I don't have an appropriate answer but I do know it gonna surely take place.
**HOW?**
The **How** is not something I know of. I don't know how it gonna happen but I am certain it will.
Most of the successful people out there didn't know exactly how their success would come, they didn't even know where or which angle it gonna come from but it did and today we are celebrating them and learning from their experiences.
**WHEN?**
Now, this is the funniest and interesting part. To be sincere, no one knows when their success would come. There isn't any man that predicted when they gonna make it. Some had plans, some believed in their businesses, projects, jobs but in the long run, some of those things failed them, some didn't turn out as they expected.
Some even went back to *ground zero* they started from scratch with so much pain, regrets, and struggles.
The truth is if we all knew when our successes would come, then perhaps we wouldn't have the chance to know or learn some of the things we have learned today.
The same with every successful person. If they had known, maybe they would have done everything they could in their power not to go through the struggles, troubles, and challenges they went through before they finally attained their success. And this would have left us with no lesson at all, no experience, and nothing to avoid or add to make our story a bit different and more exciting to talk about.
My Success Story!
It's not here yet! But it will come, I have a strong conviction and when it does, rest assured that I won't forget how I started and those that deserved to be honored and thanked.
And for no reason will I despise my small or little beginning.
For now, I wanna say **Thank You** to everyone that had supported me, encouraged me, and even criticized me. You guys are the reason why I strive every day to become a better person.
For now, I leave you guys with this until I write my success story
@zellypearl
It's Five Months And I am Still Here Awaiting My Testimony
You might be thinking of what I am talking about.
Well, this journey started exactly five months ago.
I mean the journey to read.cash community.
It all started when I wasn't really serious with blogging. Some people underrated read.cash and many were not even aware of the platform and how awesome it was.
Fortunately for me, my brother came back home, and then he introduced me to read.cash.
He told me how good the platform is but he also informed me about how strict the place is.
The **Dos** and **Don'ts** of the platform was one I couldn't easily adapt so I just waved away from the idea of joining.
He kept encouraging me to join and give it a try.
I was still very adamant about coming over here until one day when he first made up to about $7 on a single post. Wow! To him, it was a dream come true. For someone that was barely getting $1 on his post daily so that was a huge success to him and he came running to my room and screaming loud lol, you know that experience when something big happens to you right?
That was the only time he made such an amount after joining for some weeks or was it months? I can't recall.
He was so happy and this sparked up more encouragement from his angle and he kept telling me to join and see what I can make of the community.
After much pressure and lots of talk and eating of ears, I finally agreed. Yes, I gave in. I signed up for an account. I set up my account and I was ready to start my journey. I made my introduction post which didn't even get a $1 reward on it. It was barely $0.1. Was I disappointed? Well, yes of course. I mean it's in human nature to feel bad or disappointed when he or she was expecting something other than what he or she received.
But that reward didn't stop me from going on with my normal business. I had my source of encouragement and that was my brother who was there first before me and knew a little about the platform. He kept telling me to continue posting and also reading other people's articles and interact with them.
Though I didn't have a lot of time to do that since I was busy with offline work, but I didn't stop posting.
I was consistent for one to two months. But the rewards weren't coming as I expected. Most times I am lucky to have @randomrewarder upvote my post with either $0.2 $0.8, $1, and $2. The first time I got $2 from the random rewarder, I was so happy that finally they liked my post and gave me that amount. https://peakd.com/@randomrewarder
For me, that was enough because I was able to pay some bills with the money I earned from read.cash. so I told my friends about it. I referred them and asked them to joined using my testimony.
Sadly most of them that joined aren't here today. Some were discouraged because of not being upvoted or their posts not getting noticed. Some gave up while others didn't just think they can cope or keep up with it.
I am still here and still trying my best.
I am really so happy for a friend who had an account even before I but for some reason, she wasn't using the account. She dumped it and left and also all in the name of her posts not getting upvotes. But today she is back and she is earning well and doing well. This is what happens when we don't give up on a thing easily.
**When My Testimony Comes!**
This isn't really a big testimony because I am still striving and struggling to be seen or even noticed. I am still praying and hoping for my posts to get the desired upvotes or rewards and until that day comes, I won't stop blogging. I won't stop writing and I won't stop being on read.cash.
I saw how many people started small with lots of discouragements and road bumps but today they are smiling and they are among those celebrating and sharing their testimonies.
So until I make it to the lists of those celebrating and sharing their awesome testimonies, I will still be here on read.cash, doing my best, and giving it my all.
And someday for sure, all my efforts will be noticed and will be compensated.
**Why Am I still here?**
That is a very simple question which I would love to answer without any stress.
I am still here because I am a believer. I have faith in BCH, in read.cash. and without tagging the owner of read.cash or the big upvoters. I know that certainly one day I will get noticed.
I am here because I love writing, I love blogging.
I am here because I believe in possibilities and I know that read.cash can help me attain some of my financial goals in life.
I know that someday my BCH earnings would pay some of my bills which other coins or tokens would just be a backup or added advantage so these are the reasons why I am still here.
This is why I am not giving up even if it sometimes I don't get what I truly desire.
I will never give up. I know that surely one day I will be smiling and jubilating with others.
I will share my testimony of how read.cash made me a multimillionaire.
Until that day please stay glued to my blog. Your comments, encouragement, and support are all I ask of and need, thank you!.
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