Monthly Archives: March 2016

THERE IS MORE TO YOU

Is there someone whom you don’t know very well in real life? someone you admired or admire from a distance — it could be a blogger whose writing you enjoy, a friend you just recently made, etc. Which of them will you be glad to have over for a long chat in which they tell you their life story.

Writing this post got me thinking. Is there anyone I would really love to have a chat with? It hit me, for the long months I offered a German Language Course, I had longed for nothing but to have a long chat with my teacher. Unfortunately, I never had the opportunity. You might be surprised, why the longing.

I wore a flowing gown on the Monday I won’t forget in a hurry, standing before 33 people from different nationalities, the black, dark, white, red, orange-yellow and green skin colours were all humbly represented. ‘Where do I start from’? I took the best bet and sat at the far end of the classroom, there I could feed my eyes and notice anything unusual – it was the best idea.

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JOURNEY TOGETHER

10906171_1029020960447375_2061271603530413669_nTo be a wife or husband or in a relationship and making an oath to do so, means to stay side by side while traveling through life together. It is only difficult to be separated or swept away when two people are agreed that life is only life – to me it means marriage is only marriage – when two are agreed to go through life side by side.

It is beautiful to see two birds flying side by side, and it is easier to row with two people in a boat than just one. Embrace your marriage as a beautiful thing. Embrace the truth that two people are better than going through life alone.

Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken. – Ecc. 4:9-12

Are you in agreement with your spouse?

Have a lovely Sunday.

BRUNCH PARTY TIME…LIVE LINK it’s a PARTY!👔👡🎶🍦🍰🍛🍕🍗

Head over here and have the fun of your life. Saturdays can be boring, but you can make it interesting.

a cooking pot and twisted tales

PLACE YOUR ORDERS HERE ;-)PLACE YOUR ORDERS HERE 😉

Hop in let’s get this party started. You are most welcome.Just make yourself comfortable.

Refreshments are nicely arranged down the page: Drinks, Chocolates, Cakes, Donuts, freshly squeezed juice, Coffee, Tea and so much more. 🙂

We even have an Intercontinental Chef in the house. LOOK UP and place your orders 😉

Just a little rules of play:

  1. You must mix and mingle with others. Don’t be a wall flower. Go say hello to someone and you can participate in the Tag a poem up above.
  2.  Please leave your blog link or post link in the comment box below along with an introductions.
  3. It’s one link per comment, but come back as often as you’d like, that way it’s easier to focus on a link at a time for others.
  4. Please reblog, spread the word of the party like butter, or like, share on Twitter…

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MY SHELF – MY LIFE IN WOODS

images (18)Every book I have bought

Every stationery I have ever owned

All the receipts

unopened letters

Love notes

Dead flowers

Beautiful Ornaments

Memorable pictures

Dreams destroyed, dreams achieved and dreams still in progress

Scribbled manuscripts, uncompleted journals and mashed papers

Have all been at one time or the other preserved by the wooden piece of art – SHELF. It holds memories, it stores activities and makes me smile when I go through my stuff. It speaks a lot about me than I would have spoken orally.

 

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Shelf

THE LIES I TOLD BECAME WHO I BECAME

IMG_20160317_203817 (1)Chioma crawled from the alley. Her hands bleeding. Her arms shaking. Her panties torn. Her dress ripped. She collapsed on the sidewalk. The beating he’d given her was too much for her to take.

Chioma sat in the dark. Her hair a mess. The shades drawn. The television was playing, but she wasn’t watching it. It was just sound. She hated living alone. A car outside backfired. She jumped. She jumped a lot lately. Ever since the alley. She chewed her nails and fought her tears. Continue reading THE LIES I TOLD BECAME WHO I BECAME