Fun, Fun, Fun, Funnnnnnnn!

I had absolute fun yesterday even though I was a snivelling, coughing, half-deaf mess. I have been struggling with a cold for the past 4 days and in some ways it has been quite annoying but there was a positive yesterday: I got the day off work : )

Anyway, I was saying I had so much fun yesterday. What did I do? Very simple, I took my four *cousiblings* to watch a movie. I hadn't done this in over a year and I noticed I was becoming one of those cousins who feel guilty about not spending time with younger members of their extended family and consequently spend a lot trying to pay them off. Basically, I started throwing money at them but not spending anytime to groom them or just be there or help them with their studies or University choices. All the very things I wanted to do but never had the time.

It was good cos they had ipods (read; headbangers) with them and we were all bumping in the car like teenagers, which three of them are, but which sadly I no longer qualify as by any stretch of imagination. The three teenagers went to see Hancock and I and the little one (who fancies himself as a big one) saw Narnia. It felt so nice being able to do that, and little cousin kept me awake (tol' you I'm old) with questions 'Waoh is that Anslan? I remember him' and me groggily replying ' You do. Wonderful!'

All in all, it just felt good, especially when they smothered me in kisses afterwards. I felt fulfilled. Unfortunately, I returned to work today.

Tip toe, tip toe, tip toe...

Heeeeyyyyy.

It's so quiet in here.

Everyone's gone, I've been gone.

Shhhhhhhhhh...

What have I been up to?

No good. I got into a lot of unbloggable trouble last year 'tween Augs and Decs.

But the Light is back.

How have you been? Yeah, you.

'Kay. See you soon.

Yesterday, I cried...

The things I do are easily divided into two categories, those that I care about and those that...well...mean very little to me. For the things I care about, I ensure that I give my best...so you can tell I don't feel too strongly about blogging then, lol.

Well, yesterday, I tried to perform a task. I had spent so many man hours preparing for this task, yet as soon as I started that task, my confidence ran away and I stumbled and fumbled my way through.

Truth be told I probably didn't not do as badly as I felt at the end but then I didn't perform as I wanted to...

It started as tear stinging at the corners of my eyes and then I cried...burst forth liker a broken dam...cried till there were no more tears...

I wrote this in August of 08...I dont even remember what it was about. Oh well.

...and then went back to pick the pieces, my pieces...

Hope rising

Isn't it amazing how God provides a glimmer of light just when your day is blackest?

Isn't it amazing how when you go through periods of darkness and sink into the abyss of despair or even when you get despondent, God shows up and provides the tiniest sliver of light.

Isn't amazing when you have an experience in your storm and hope is suddenly rekindled? When a song rises from within and you know all will be well and indeed God holds your future.

Isn't amazing how when your dream is at death's door, ragged and carelessly mutilated by the storms of life, God shows up and provides your negatives with an exposure, a short flash of light and you know a beautiful picture you soon will see?

Isn't it amazing how out of the depths of sorrow, God can bring up a thin ray of hope from the innermost parts of your beings and thin though that ray may be, it strengthens and upholds you like a beam of metal?

Isn't it just amazing how in the face of adversity, when the painful pangs of pregnancy rage, a sense of hope that you will birth your dream in the fullness of time arises like a fountain, unquenchable, yearning just to be shared and to spare some of its goodness.

Isn't Hope just amazing? Moreso, Isn't God amazing?

10 things I'd like to do before I'm too old

I didn't steal this from anywhere. Yes, I'm a genius, I know. Right here goes:

1. Learn to ride a Horse...properly.

2. Bring up (not rear) a puppy from birth to death without killing or causing it untimely death. (I should say at this point that my mum will be kept very far from my puppy. Matter of fact my house will have automatic detectors at the gates which will detect my mum's presence and would blare out; Please mind the Dog!)

3. Get married. (I think, potentially this can be fun.)

4. Learn to play the Piano, Saxophone and Violin in the same year.

5. Take a gap year and go backpacking...maybe down under to begin with.

6. Attend an MBA class...just for the sake of it.

7. Sew a Nigerian outfit and show it to my tailor...ha! hopefully that'll deter her from giving me a £60 bill in future.

8. Not work for a year. No work, no business, no school, nothing. (Cher Seigneur, ce point est une plaisanterie- Dear Lord, this point is a joke!)

9. Speak French fluently, complete with accents and all. (None of that nonsense I got when I tried speaking to some shopkeepers in Paris and they stared at me like I was something out of star wars)

10. Be cool again!?!

11. Learn to ride a horse...properly.

Now behold the lamb.

My lovely people, just a quick one to post a ministration that has been blessing my heart for the past few days. My life over the last few months has been such a testimony, a story I need to share. A story I will share. God, He is so awesome. The most rewarding decision I ever, ever made was to follow Him. I've never ever been so satisfied, never wanted, never longed for anything, the way I long for Him now.

Will be back...

Why Me?

Why me?

Why do I embarass myself all the time?

Why were 4 black guys staring at me as I walked in a crowded shopping area (I'm allowed to have a bad hair day aren't I?)

Why did I feel so self conscious cos they were staring? (Thought I had grown past that...)

Why did I get so bothered as I walked past them?

Why did they continue to stare?

Then, why did my stupid pink heel get stuck in a hole on the pavement?

Why did the guys chorus Oh noooooo! when it got stuck? (Haaaa we re!)

Why did everyone around (minimum of 15) turn to stare at me because the we re guys had drawn attention to the event?

Why did I smile and say 'Be nice guys' (even more embarassing!)

Why was I red at this point?

Why did I try to force my heel out of the pavement, as onlookers watched me with pity?

Why did the stupid heel refuse to come out?

Why did I say 'No' when one of the guys asked if I needed help?

Why did he approach me anyway?

Why did the stupid heel decide to come out as he got close?

Why was I so embarassed?

Why me?