Getting Up Is The Problem Innit? | Why You Should Sweat It

 

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.

I know.

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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?

It’s okay. I feel you.

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Hey Eyebrows! | You Don’t Know Me Yet

 

The first time, you raised a question and I lost touch with my chords in a bid to give  an introduction.

You don’t know who I am yet.

Then came subtle kisses and holding of hands. For a minute in a sec, I thought it was pretty but

pretty is not as good. It was beautiful.

Your eyes always made gestures as if your brows were dancing on a work free day. Your smile

captures the very essence of the fine lines, reminds me every time I look at the mirror, it is not

my reflection I see.

I see a very sweet sweet man whose full eyebrows helps me raise the questions, ‘what would it

be?” and “who is he?”

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Purposed, Not Scripted. | What You Didn’t Know About Living Purpose

 

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.

HERE IS WHAT NO ONE EVER TOLD YOU BEFORE.

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On Fixated Ignorance | If You Prefer The Taste Of Pineapples…

 

Culled From #ConvosWithEC

“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.

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Beyond Perspectives | When Karma Tells A Story II

When Karma Tell A Story

 

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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.

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Bowel 25 | The Transition

Late Birthday Post.

Travelling To 25th Lane

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 feel strange. 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.

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