It’s warm and cosy. Preferable, you are having a chocolate bite in your dream and somewhere along the corners of your bed, your leg spreads nicely in a v shape. Because at that moment, life is good and you would be damned to tolerate anything that will make it go bad.
Sleep is sweet.
But what did I read about poverty coming down like an armed man demanding for ransom? I think you know what I mean. So it’s really hard getting up from bed to do stuffs. Especially during the cold season where you just want to be snuffed up in your warmers and blankets.
It gets worse when you have to listen to your alarm make noise in your ears that it is time to go to work. The early morning rising is the most annoying of all. Especially if you had a late night trying to cook a nice meal to eat after starving yourself of your dream food and finding your tummy roaming about in snacks, only to come back at your face with snatches and snatches of hunger. Or was it just a long day in traffic or long nights buried in one work?
Do you remember how you zapped out of the exam hall and it looked like you read nothing and know nothing of the questions on the exam papers staring at you?
This is a blank state.
And gradually with time, you begin to fill in the gaps till you arrive at a whole.
A state of the mind that calls for re strategizing, mapping out your thought plans and taking a clue from situations and people around. This is also the time you decide who your friends really are and watch them afar, you also get to think about what aspect of life you should reconsider.
This is the time for some kind of life blanks. And no frivolity or wishy wash will pass through these blanks. Because it becomes irritant. Suddenly your attention span to some things becomes short and you get restless and a bit worried about nothing and something in particular. If you feed well, you can think well and reach out. If you feed wrong, you think amiss and end up polluting yourself and others with irrelevance.
I think it is someone who cannot properly harness his inner energies to fill in the blanks and feed well that goes about in all rounds wherever, spewing salad( a mixture of confused concoctions; my def), meaning unwell.
We all love social posts, “ hey! what is going on in the world? here!”
More like, “ What content are you passing across to the world?”
Some of us are hell bent on following trends on social media without a real direction or purpose. We just want to try and make sense out of no sense really. Don’t everyone need a place to fit in? What’s your place by the way? Can it be well serving?
I read somewhere that it is not enough to show up for whatever goals we pursue, you must also form the habit of showing up; a consistent drive that nudges you out of bed saying, this goal must work.
Most of us forget that besides the everyday inspire me posts and affirmations, your random presence and bookmarked pages of tasks to be done or rather a checklist, whatever tickles your fancy when it comes to work or getting something achieved, even if it is a random joke or social media trendy post,Continue reading →
There are a lot of unsaid things when it comes to the question of purpose. Most people misconstrue the true meaning of purpose and are getting confused on the mission of purpose on earth. It begs the insightful question, what really is purpose and how can purpose be achieved?
Every other thing you read about purpose is just the tip or maybe half a tip and something else. Little wonder you are still stuck on the true meaning of purpose. Paul Shola Oguntade slayed this with his heavenly knowledge.
“A Lion is never bothered by the opinions of a sheep. So no, I’m not taking the fixated ignorance of these people personal”
These were the words of Dhee Sylvester, notable with his choice of words and expert thought opinions. If you are stuck on your thought Pattern especially regarding a situation, or you just need some thought provoking conversation to kick start your day, better yet, if you just need a juicy spice of a convo, Dhee is your genius go to guy.
And for that, he made our SPOT ON for the week. Here is the hot slice of his genius head.
I don’t know if this practice is exclusive to Nigerians or if it’s a universal thing, but I find it extremely annoying when people try to blackmail you with your past utterances or convictions. I believe that you should have the right to speak from the perspective of how things are, rather than maintaining a stand you know is wrong just because you’re afraid of people calling you a fair weather person.
There’s that time the sky darkens over, lugubrious clouds hanging low blocking out even the littlest hope of sun rays. It’s a cycle, this thing. Rainfall, sunshine, the cloud spilling darkness over everywhere, a darkness that grows even now across my heart. Something always brings us to this point, the point where perspective change.
I’ve always believed that the night was just a break for the day. So I looked forward to each day every night. I looked forward to the morning when your cries ceased, when you managed to smile. I lived for those times, those mornings, those days, those rays of invaluable sunshine. You even joked and laughed then. The night was just a break, however terrible, that was all it was.
There were days when we grew hips and tended to our hair, mostly because we were cautious for our bodies, not for the rightful reasons but for the luxury of growing up, becoming a girl fully aware of the attraction we hold on boys. It was like melted wax, a light bubbling along the lines of teenage years, exuberance that soon run out. Because as we grew, realities began to set in. we worry for things like what we should eat and bother about eating too much oil that causes pimples. Somehow I feel strange when I birth any intruder on my face because I rarely invite them. It is safe and pleasing to say I have a pimple free life unlike others I know. I hardly get any and when I do, it appears like a marked dot in the middle of the ocean. It bothers me because I suddenly feelstrange. I want to get it off. Somehow a stubborn one always persisted for as long as it pleases.
I wonder to myself, if you fuss so much about just one pimple that stands odd on your face. How would you cope if they came in batches or how do you expect others to feel? Frankly speaking, that should be none of my concern. I care about my body and as much as I do hope others should do so to, it really does not fall in my niche of concern. Maybe if we have some kind of mutual connection because when it comes to body matters, many dispositions are involved.