Dearest,
I have found my happiness in you. Nothing compares to the peace you give me. You've always stood by me; through thick and thin. My heart will always go out to you.
This is just to let you know that everyday and in every way, i love you more and more.
Emeka
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I Don't Even Know
I don't need to be told that i really have to get back to being a GOOD member of this family; Blogsville. I've been missing in action. . . . abi Power Holding or even NEPAing in this family. What's a family without communication? I think i'm communicating right now. No be so?
First thing!
How's everybody doing?
I'm doing fine anyway likewise most of my colleagues except those who are still intimidated by the KIDNAPPING abi na ADULTNAPPING of our senior colleague, PETE EDOCHIE. The man dey house now.
If care is not taken, it will get to the point where kidnappers will be kidnapped by another group and they would also be kidnapped too. Yes now! Wetin you think?
LG, how you dey? Kidnappers will not see you sha. They won't see any of you unless you have some MILLIONS hidden somewhere.
By the way, wetin i wan talk again sef?
I go talk later
First thing!
How's everybody doing?
I'm doing fine anyway likewise most of my colleagues except those who are still intimidated by the KIDNAPPING abi na ADULTNAPPING of our senior colleague, PETE EDOCHIE. The man dey house now.
If care is not taken, it will get to the point where kidnappers will be kidnapped by another group and they would also be kidnapped too. Yes now! Wetin you think?
LG, how you dey? Kidnappers will not see you sha. They won't see any of you unless you have some MILLIONS hidden somewhere.
By the way, wetin i wan talk again sef?
I go talk later
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The Returnee
I have been coming and going these past months. Why? I really can't tell but all i know is that one thing or the other always brings me back to Blogsville. Na one thing or the other dey always bring people back to something abi? Well, that was what brought me back. One thing! But this one thing that brought me back pass one thing o.
I had wanted to upload her picture but as shakara just full my laptop head, i say make i just talk am like that. I got talking with Ella Njubigbo and like play like play, we talk Blogging join. I shame as i show her my blog. E don tay wey bros update last.
I just sharp sharp say make i tell una say i don come back.
I would show this beautiful and talented actress the road to Blogsville and stay behind. I've got to create time and come back to my lovely online family. I hope that LG, GeeBee, Aloted, Oyin, Darius, Dammy, Angel, Remi and all the rest of the Mummies and Daddies on Blogsville have not given birth to too many children [Newbies]?
Have i missed much?
I love you all!
I had wanted to upload her picture but as shakara just full my laptop head, i say make i just talk am like that. I got talking with Ella Njubigbo and like play like play, we talk Blogging join. I shame as i show her my blog. E don tay wey bros update last.
I just sharp sharp say make i tell una say i don come back.
I would show this beautiful and talented actress the road to Blogsville and stay behind. I've got to create time and come back to my lovely online family. I hope that LG, GeeBee, Aloted, Oyin, Darius, Dammy, Angel, Remi and all the rest of the Mummies and Daddies on Blogsville have not given birth to too many children [Newbies]?
Have i missed much?
I love you all!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Another Question
I got to Blogville and fell in love with the citizens. They've been wonderful and have given me reasons to believe in their individual skills and abilities. But the last time i came home to Blogville, i was made to understand that things were getting sour for a whole lot of the people and talks of quitting Blogville were being put to birth by many spots.
I felt bad but couldn't say anything about it cos a whole lot of them had good reasons but then, will quitting Blogville ever make it any better?
I felt bad but couldn't say anything about it cos a whole lot of them had good reasons but then, will quitting Blogville ever make it any better?
Saturday, May 16, 2009
God Still Answers
Sometimes, circumstances force us to ask too many questions. We need to know the rationale behind our existence. We often ask where God is when bad things happen to good people. Is God an absentee landlord?
These and many more are questions that plague our minds each passing second but what makes it unsettling is the fact that the answers to these questions are seemingly unattainable. And then, we drift towards losing our faith in the divine, stop believing in miracles and place our lives at the mercy of vicissitudes of life.
In my own simple way, i still cannot lose neither hope nor faith, when each time i look around me, i bear witness to other peoples shouts of joy and praise to answered prayers. I see the myriad of our mortal questions subtly and obviously answered in different ways. Someone rises from grass to grace, another confesses his sins and repents of his evil ways, help coming from unexpected quarters, recovery from strange ailments, are some answers to the questions we ask God on a daily basis and yet refuse to see them as any thing close to divine serendipity.
God still answers.
These and many more are questions that plague our minds each passing second but what makes it unsettling is the fact that the answers to these questions are seemingly unattainable. And then, we drift towards losing our faith in the divine, stop believing in miracles and place our lives at the mercy of vicissitudes of life.
In my own simple way, i still cannot lose neither hope nor faith, when each time i look around me, i bear witness to other peoples shouts of joy and praise to answered prayers. I see the myriad of our mortal questions subtly and obviously answered in different ways. Someone rises from grass to grace, another confesses his sins and repents of his evil ways, help coming from unexpected quarters, recovery from strange ailments, are some answers to the questions we ask God on a daily basis and yet refuse to see them as any thing close to divine serendipity.
God still answers.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Some Experience!
The bus was now tightly packed and people were still jostling for positions as far away as from the door. And then, she begins to sob. One of the robbers came close to the window where she was sitting and asked why she was crying; she replied in between sobs, “It’s not because of what you stole but because of my leg”. I started laughing. It was a sad situation we were in but i couldn’t help laughing.
Such is the way i often laugh at my problems and this will not be an exemption. I looked at the different faces of my colleagues in the bus and it was a representation of the lives of Nigerians. Some faces were dazed, some showed fright, and some have jumped out of their skins in fear while most were sad. They were sad because of the ugly incident they were forced to witness right from the moment we walked into their lair.
We were coming back late in the night on the 20th of April 21, 2009 from a movie location at Ilaa in Delta State. We had shot late into the night and were heading for home when we ran into this road block and just like we do in the movies, some young men armed with guns and machetes jumped out of the bush and surrounded our bus and ordered everybody out. We filed out of the bus and found some comfort hugging the ground tightly. They took their time going through each person and taking away personal effects; cell phones, ipods, wrist watches, shoes, clothes, wallets, handbags, jewelries. They spared nothing.
They went into the bus and commenced a methodical search which led them to its nooks and crannies where some of my colleagues hid one thing or the other. They took all. Satisfied that they had got all that we had, they asked us to go but as the driver started the bus, a woman begged them for some documents in her handbag and unexpectedly, they obliged her and that was when some other person remembered that the tape we recorded was in one of the bags they stole and begged for it. Almost everybody knew that if the tape got lost, we were going to re-shoot all we had already done and several voices joined in begging for the tape. They would have thought that the tape was one gem they had got and could have probably missed some more and immediately swung into action. They commandeered us into a bush and all hell let loose in the bus. Cries and prayers were jostling for which to reach to God first.
God heard one and touched their heart and their leader ordered us to reverse and go. The driver obeyed and in a few seconds, we were once more on our way home in a quieter style. There were no chit chats
Things happen sometimes.
And on a happy note, i really had some fun hanging out with Dammy and Oyin when she came to Nigeria. I know you guys have seen the pictures on their respective blogs but i really have to let you guys know that it was fun.
Such is the way i often laugh at my problems and this will not be an exemption. I looked at the different faces of my colleagues in the bus and it was a representation of the lives of Nigerians. Some faces were dazed, some showed fright, and some have jumped out of their skins in fear while most were sad. They were sad because of the ugly incident they were forced to witness right from the moment we walked into their lair.
We were coming back late in the night on the 20th of April 21, 2009 from a movie location at Ilaa in Delta State. We had shot late into the night and were heading for home when we ran into this road block and just like we do in the movies, some young men armed with guns and machetes jumped out of the bush and surrounded our bus and ordered everybody out. We filed out of the bus and found some comfort hugging the ground tightly. They took their time going through each person and taking away personal effects; cell phones, ipods, wrist watches, shoes, clothes, wallets, handbags, jewelries. They spared nothing.
They went into the bus and commenced a methodical search which led them to its nooks and crannies where some of my colleagues hid one thing or the other. They took all. Satisfied that they had got all that we had, they asked us to go but as the driver started the bus, a woman begged them for some documents in her handbag and unexpectedly, they obliged her and that was when some other person remembered that the tape we recorded was in one of the bags they stole and begged for it. Almost everybody knew that if the tape got lost, we were going to re-shoot all we had already done and several voices joined in begging for the tape. They would have thought that the tape was one gem they had got and could have probably missed some more and immediately swung into action. They commandeered us into a bush and all hell let loose in the bus. Cries and prayers were jostling for which to reach to God first.
God heard one and touched their heart and their leader ordered us to reverse and go. The driver obeyed and in a few seconds, we were once more on our way home in a quieter style. There were no chit chats
Things happen sometimes.
And on a happy note, i really had some fun hanging out with Dammy and Oyin when she came to Nigeria. I know you guys have seen the pictures on their respective blogs but i really have to let you guys know that it was fun.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Too Busy To Listen?
Among the shifting things which make up the world of common experience, it is comforting to hold on to something which does not change for that feeling of assurance and stability. But like a mirage, it eludes and gives us up to the vicissitudes of life and we take solace to a listening ear. Unfortunately, no one is listening these days.
As a result, many of up are passing through agonizing moments of untold stories, bottled up sorrows and unshared experiences of joy. People who sought in vain to be listened to or betrayed by those they opened their hearts to often withdraw into their shell and shorn the society. And like casualties, they stay lonely but insanely move in all direction and in no direction while constantly confronted with a crowd that professes love that has lost its meaning. It is sad.
Shutting up sometimes about yourself and giving a LISTENING ear to someone else could save a lot of souls from madness, self destruction and asylum.
As a result, many of up are passing through agonizing moments of untold stories, bottled up sorrows and unshared experiences of joy. People who sought in vain to be listened to or betrayed by those they opened their hearts to often withdraw into their shell and shorn the society. And like casualties, they stay lonely but insanely move in all direction and in no direction while constantly confronted with a crowd that professes love that has lost its meaning. It is sad.
Shutting up sometimes about yourself and giving a LISTENING ear to someone else could save a lot of souls from madness, self destruction and asylum.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Just Another Question
You're the shining star among your friends. I ask "are you that shiny or are all your friends full?"
Your shoulder is getting weary because it's always being leaned on by people around you. "are you that strong or are people around you weaklings?"
"Are you really beautiful or are friends trying to patronise you by telling you that you are?"
You may have refused to put it into consideration but my question is, "are you really important to your partner or are your merely being tolerated in your relationship?"
"Do you believe that it's your intelligence that's propelling you forward or are those around you dim-witted ?"
From what you've lived your life and contributed to the world around you, "do you think you deserve being alive or better off dead?"
If you are 30 years and have probably spent about 30 minutes everyday on make up. Assuming 30 minutes everyday comes to 5 years (do the calculation as there is no love lost between me and maths) "do you think those 5 years you spent making up are in vain?"
Your shoulder is getting weary because it's always being leaned on by people around you. "are you that strong or are people around you weaklings?"
"Are you really beautiful or are friends trying to patronise you by telling you that you are?"
You may have refused to put it into consideration but my question is, "are you really important to your partner or are your merely being tolerated in your relationship?"
"Do you believe that it's your intelligence that's propelling you forward or are those around you dim-witted ?"
From what you've lived your life and contributed to the world around you, "do you think you deserve being alive or better off dead?"
If you are 30 years and have probably spent about 30 minutes everyday on make up. Assuming 30 minutes everyday comes to 5 years (do the calculation as there is no love lost between me and maths) "do you think those 5 years you spent making up are in vain?"
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thoughts
I know i've been MIA a lot lately and i'm really sorry about that. It wasn't intentional and for the fact that you guys know that i love my blog family a lot, you will forgive me. And that leaves me with Afrobabe. She wants a sultry story and tried as i could, i couldn't put up one. Each time i tried, it's always one of my experiences and i would back off because i hate the idea of kissing and telling. Bless me if i could write fictitiously like some talented bloggers. It's not that i'm looking for an excuse not to write one but. . . I know that Afrobabe is understanding. I hope i'm not the only one who wonders what she actually looks like. My imagination fails me here. Aloted gives me the impression of brillance from within. Some others are not left out but Afrobabe eludes me. Did i miss much on blogsville?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Talking About Sex
We often talk about our sex lives either in private or publicly. It might be out of the need to be told how exciting it is or simply to boast about our sexual prowess. But then, how does it really feel like talking about your past sex life with your spouse, boyfriend or girlfriend and how exactly do you feel when your partner begins to tell you all the sultry details of their past sex life, especially when you have not tried some of the sexual acts described by your partner with relish and nostalgia?
Friday, February 13, 2009
Valentine And The Rejects
Faces are glowing, the excitement is in the air and no one wants to be left behind. That's what Valentine day does but take it or leave, by 15th, when the battle must have been lost and won, there would be the chosen at the peak of the mountain of the rejects. Some hearts will be mended while others would be broken.
It's beautiful to be a chosen one but being among the broken hearted or rejects isn't the worst that can come your way; it's resorting to self pity. It's painful especially when you've put in a lot but it's the time to release yourself from emotional and sentimental bondage, face inwards and confront yourself on the meaning of your relationship. Happy are those who find peace, joy and direction in rejection.
Happy Valentine's Day.
It's beautiful to be a chosen one but being among the broken hearted or rejects isn't the worst that can come your way; it's resorting to self pity. It's painful especially when you've put in a lot but it's the time to release yourself from emotional and sentimental bondage, face inwards and confront yourself on the meaning of your relationship. Happy are those who find peace, joy and direction in rejection.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Here I Am
I've been away for sometime now and i know i've missed a lot but then, i'm going to go round and catch up on all that happened. I will still do my thing but i'm caught up between telling a story or going abstract. Afrobabe wants a story.
Do i tell a story or do i just do my usual thing? I really missed you all.
Do i tell a story or do i just do my usual thing? I really missed you all.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
What Love Is
In our limitations as humans, love has had varied meanings or holds diverse definitions for different people and as such, what a loved one may offer us as love may not quite feel like what we know as love. But how could this greatest gift and luxury ever given to man hold as diverse meanings to him as we see today.
Love is love and has neither degrees nor shades. If it’s not love, then it’s not love. It is believed that God is love and since he created man in his own image and likeness, man therefore is, essentially love. He desires to be loved and cannot function properly without love. Even those that don’t believe in it do so out of fear of a previous experience or one that is witnessed
In our quest to get the purest of the essence of love and make it different from that which we already know, we fashion out those soothing words we often hear such as “unconditional love”, “perfect love”, “true love”, “real love”. All, in an attempt to define that special feeling that we yearn and always search desperately for!
We are however, our own obstacles to understanding love because any time we think about love, what first comes to mind is how that man is going to take care of me or how that girl is going to submit to me in bed. In all the fancy names we call love, our thoughts are always in the direction of what to get out of a relationship, and conveniently forget that love contends the soul and makes it ready to give instead of seeking to be given. To be in love is to place ones personal needs and wants after that of the beloved one without complaining and without expecting any remunerations and to be fully involved in the fulfillment of the self interest of the loved one.
The best person to write a manual for a gadget is the maker of such a gadget and since God is love, we should look up to Him for the meaning of love. Until we look up to our maker for a clear understanding of what love is, we will desperately continue to seek that which we vaguely understand from each individuals experience.
Love your neighbour even as Christ loved his church. He died for his church. Has this any place in your definition of love?
In the long and winding journey of life, when infatuation, beauty, sex, wealth and other such details that influence our definitions of love slowly vapourize and it dawns on us that we do not have that commitment and understanding that only love can give in a relationship, we withdraw into our shells and lick our wounds of heartbreaks and then, try to convince ourselves that we don’t believe in love. It is only in love and after love has grown in our hearts that we see and experience physical attraction, desire for marriage partners and friendship that can boast of commitment and understanding.
And God did say what love is and it goes thus
If i speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don’t have love, i have become a sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
If i have the gift of prophesy and know all the mysteries and knowledge; and if i have faith, so as to move mountains but don’t have love, i am nothing.
If i dole out all my goods to feed the poor and if i give my body to be burned but don’t have love, it profits me nothing
Love is kind and is patient
Love doesn’t envy
Love doesn’t brag
Love is not proud
Love doesn’t behave itself inappropriately
Love doesn’t seek its own way and is not provoked
Love takes no account of evil and doesn’t rejoice in unrighteousness
It rejoices with the truth, bears all things, believes all things
Love hopes all things, endures all things
Love never fails
That is what love is.
Love is love and has neither degrees nor shades. If it’s not love, then it’s not love. It is believed that God is love and since he created man in his own image and likeness, man therefore is, essentially love. He desires to be loved and cannot function properly without love. Even those that don’t believe in it do so out of fear of a previous experience or one that is witnessed
In our quest to get the purest of the essence of love and make it different from that which we already know, we fashion out those soothing words we often hear such as “unconditional love”, “perfect love”, “true love”, “real love”. All, in an attempt to define that special feeling that we yearn and always search desperately for!
We are however, our own obstacles to understanding love because any time we think about love, what first comes to mind is how that man is going to take care of me or how that girl is going to submit to me in bed. In all the fancy names we call love, our thoughts are always in the direction of what to get out of a relationship, and conveniently forget that love contends the soul and makes it ready to give instead of seeking to be given. To be in love is to place ones personal needs and wants after that of the beloved one without complaining and without expecting any remunerations and to be fully involved in the fulfillment of the self interest of the loved one.
The best person to write a manual for a gadget is the maker of such a gadget and since God is love, we should look up to Him for the meaning of love. Until we look up to our maker for a clear understanding of what love is, we will desperately continue to seek that which we vaguely understand from each individuals experience.
Love your neighbour even as Christ loved his church. He died for his church. Has this any place in your definition of love?
In the long and winding journey of life, when infatuation, beauty, sex, wealth and other such details that influence our definitions of love slowly vapourize and it dawns on us that we do not have that commitment and understanding that only love can give in a relationship, we withdraw into our shells and lick our wounds of heartbreaks and then, try to convince ourselves that we don’t believe in love. It is only in love and after love has grown in our hearts that we see and experience physical attraction, desire for marriage partners and friendship that can boast of commitment and understanding.
And God did say what love is and it goes thus
If i speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don’t have love, i have become a sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
If i have the gift of prophesy and know all the mysteries and knowledge; and if i have faith, so as to move mountains but don’t have love, i am nothing.
If i dole out all my goods to feed the poor and if i give my body to be burned but don’t have love, it profits me nothing
Love is kind and is patient
Love doesn’t envy
Love doesn’t brag
Love is not proud
Love doesn’t behave itself inappropriately
Love doesn’t seek its own way and is not provoked
Love takes no account of evil and doesn’t rejoice in unrighteousness
It rejoices with the truth, bears all things, believes all things
Love hopes all things, endures all things
Love never fails
That is what love is.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
How Will Yours End?
This is just on the spur of the moment kind of thing and won't stop the concluding part of my earlier post "What Is Love?".
I just witnessed a near fatal accident, watched in horror as the vehicles skidded off the road and hitting anything in their path.
I thanked God for sparing the lives of the passengers even as the buses were mangled beyond recognition. As i'm home now recounting the number of ghastly motor accidents that happened last year's December, i wondered what it will be like to die in an accident? That is not my portion!
Come forth now o death
That you my assailant be put to shame
Your hands have no grip, your fangs shall not taste my blood
For from afar, you shall watch as stream of peace
Perfect peace flow like river thru my veins and across my nerves
And at the appointed time
My breath will still like mountain in winter and smoulders like mist in the morning sun
Then shall my soul be still in bliss in beholding beauty in the world of forms
That's how my life will end. How will yours end?
I just witnessed a near fatal accident, watched in horror as the vehicles skidded off the road and hitting anything in their path.
I thanked God for sparing the lives of the passengers even as the buses were mangled beyond recognition. As i'm home now recounting the number of ghastly motor accidents that happened last year's December, i wondered what it will be like to die in an accident? That is not my portion!
Come forth now o death
That you my assailant be put to shame
Your hands have no grip, your fangs shall not taste my blood
For from afar, you shall watch as stream of peace
Perfect peace flow like river thru my veins and across my nerves
And at the appointed time
My breath will still like mountain in winter and smoulders like mist in the morning sun
Then shall my soul be still in bliss in beholding beauty in the world of forms
That's how my life will end. How will yours end?
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