What was she thinking?

I think this is just plain offensive and unpleasing and obviously out of place...

I'm just thankful

For a lot of reasons this week, I can say I'm so thankful. God has been so good to me(not like He's not always been good, but He's been extra,extra good this week).
It started on Sunday, on our way from church, we discovered there was this terrible traffic on our route only to find out it was caused by an accident. Not the everyday car hits car and somersaults(I hope I got that right), but it was very nasty.According to story tellers, about 10 cars got burnt and about 20 or more people died and scores were injured. I'm grateful because again according to the timing of the story tellers, it was not so long after we left that road on the way to church that morning that the accident occured.Although I have been in a similar accident before and came out unhurt, but this was a different thing for me, seeing people just roast to death just like that.
Then again, yesterday night, around 8pm on my way from work, by some form of miracle, I was again saved from another accident when the car I was in was almost hit by a bus on the side where I was sitted.
I guess God just has need of me(and I'm humbled at that thought) because I've always been saved one way or the other.
I'm grateful for a lot of other reasons, but these easily top the list.
So I guess it won't be out of place to say thanks to God.

DIS IS OFFICIALLY D DUMBEST LETTER EVER WRITTEN

This was so funny I had to share it. It's not my own please, I just borrowed it to share, so enjoy...


Dear ...,
I 'm writing this slow because I know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home. Your Pa read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 minutes of your home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address because the last family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn't have to change their address.

This place is really nice. I even have a washing machine. I 'm not sure it works so well, though, Last week I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain, we haven't seen it since.

The weather isn't bad here. It only rained twice last week; the first time for three days and the second time for four days.
About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

Tola locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because it took him two hours to get me and your father out.

Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven't found out what it is yet so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle. The baby looks just like your brother.

Uncle Tomiwa fell into a swimming pool last week. Some men tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated; he burned for three days.

Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Tola was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two friends were in the back, they drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down. I am now closing this letter and will share more good news with you again next time.

Your Favorite Aunt,



P.S...If this letter does not reach you, please let me know, I will send u another.

This is the original source: http://www.facebook.com/notes/timilehin-t-bag-bobo-endowed/dis-is-officially-d-dumbest-letter-ever-written/136627486368157

In Memory of You...

I did a blog makeover recently and changed the entire look of my blog. When I finished, I looked at the new blog and I totally loved it, but I couldn't place the reason why I decided on the makeover until about 2 days ago.

About 8 years ago, I lost my dearest friend and I discovered that 8 years after, she still has a major effect on my lifestyle and so this post is in memory of Ashley and I'll try to tell as much as I know about her to anyone that cares to know.

Here goes:

Ash was by all standards the sweetest girl I knew, she always had something sweet and funny to say even in her worst moments. We met at this concert when we were much younger and we remained inseparable until she died.

Ash was born 9th of July and she was the first child of both her parents.

Ash loved to paint, design and draw; she had an obsession for papers, scissors pencils and colors. She could stay up all night just because she had something in her head she wanted to paint.

Ash hated school; she believed life was all about doing what you love and if it doesn't include going to school, then don't.

Ash also loved singing (although not as much as painting). Her best song till she died was Mercy Me's "I Can Only Imagine"

She had this strange fear of quiet places; she just couldn't stand being in a place that is perfectly quiet. In her own words, "It freaks me out; it makes me feel very choked"

Ash loved God with a very deep passion and she couldn't explain why.

Ashley lived with sickle cell anemia though and it wasn't difficult to know. She was smaller than her age and she was veryyyyyyyy thin. She was always ill and it could get so bad she'd have to stay in the hospital for days (one reason she liked this was because she didn't have to worry about school).

Generally, if Ash was well enough, you'd either find her painting, singing, sleeping or just going about the whole place trying to make people happy and making new friends alongside.

15th June 2002, Ashley had a crisis which eventually led to her death. All through her stay in the hospital though, she did what she knew how to do best-paint and make people laugh and of course singing “I can only imagine” with her sweet voice.

2nd July 2002, my dear friend passed on after her battle with the illness with one hand in her mom's hand, the other in her dad's and her had on my laps after singing her song with tears in her eyes.

Dear Ashley, it breaks my heart every time I remember you are not here anymore, but I'm glad you are in heaven where you don't have to imagine anymore. I hope what you imagined is what is over there. Thanks for being the best friend ever and for teaching me how to see the world in different shades of blue, pink, brown and red and yes, I'm still imagining and one day, I won't have to imagine anymore.

Your parents and siblings still miss you every day and your sister is painting too (I guess that runs in the blood)

I miss you more and I know that heaven is bursting with life with all the colors you have used over there.

I did the makeover for my blog because I remembered you and I hope you are proud of the designer I've become.

 I love you always and forever.

Rest... in peace, Paul the psychic octopus

"Haba! These people have started again. Is it a crime for me to have special powers again? Is it now an offence for me to just predict things no one else can? Ah, God, you should have made me a normal animal like all others or at least not made anybody discover my special powers.". I strongly believe that's what the octopus has been saying since it was discovered and even threatened.

When I first heard about this octopus(thanks to my facebook friend), I thought it was just another joke until I found myself ont the CNN website where I saw the video of how the octopus predicted Germany's victory over Uraguay and that was when I knew something was really going down. It became really serious when the same octopus predicted Spain's victory, hence emerging as the world champions.

All along, I thought the world was just having fun until about 24 hours after Spain's victory when I enterd into a church and Paul was the topic they were discussing that afternoon. I was oblivious though of the reason why they were discussing the octopus until about 2o minutes later when I heard the words demonic and octopus used in the same sentence.Haba Naija!!!

I started hearing all sorts of ridiculous comments such as "that octopus is demonic", "that octopus is another way the devil is using to get people", "that octopus has marine spirits","the power of darkness is at work again is at work again, may we never fall victim of this tactic of the devil", "merely looking at this octopus can initiate someone into the "mami-water" world" and even "anybody that eats it will die" and all sorts of ridiculous and unimaginable comments.

As an African and a christian too, I can't say I'll totally rule out these comments as it is possible that there is some form of supernatural power(juju as my country people will call it) behind this octopus, it is equally possible that there is nothing extra to it. Don't get me wrong,I'm not saying these predictions are coincidental, as a matter of fact, I don't think it is because I once learnt that any guess that is correct more than once is not coincidental(I stand to be corrected), but my point is this, the octopus has done it's best, the world cup is over, Spain has been declared world champions and the players are even back to their countries, so why not let sleeping dogs lie or better still, let sleeping octopuses(or octopi) lie and enjoy their habitat and life instead of debating whether or not the octopus has mami-water or papi-water spirits and even wishing they could bring this octopus to Nigeria to predict the 2011 general elections and probably even becoming the president in 2011 and according to some people, wiching they could make peppersoup out of the octopus(though I would totally love to taste that peppersoup).

I know that our cultural and religious beliefs always determine our thought patterns, but it's time to let this octopus rest... in peace.

I hope I have made a point.

My job isn't the best, but I like it anyway

Although my job isn't the best in the world, but my job does more for me than I could ever dream of and the reasons are obvious.

My job gives me the opportunity to express myself in diverse ways and it gives me the opportunity to meet people I didn't think I'd ever meet.

My job makes me laugh and gives me the freedom to express myself.My job gives me an awesome opportunity to learn a new thing everyday and to learn how to do old things differently.

My job helps me realize that I have a long way to go in my pursuit of success and gives me different ways to pursue my dreams.

It might not be the best job in the world, but I like it anyway.

lift me up

This was inspired by Kate Voegele's song "Lift Me Up" and I chose to name this blog by the same name. so enjoy...

Frustration

"This road is anything but simple, twisted like a riddle, I've seen haihg and I've seen low. So loud, the voices over my doubt, telling me to give up, to pack up and leave town"

Life couldn't have been worse for me than it is now. I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed.First, I lost my dad. It wasn't like he was old or even had the permission to die, but the cancer hit him at the wrong time and took him before I even had the chance to blink or process it. It was difficult, but I guess I couldn't stop living.

Then I lost my best friend. He didn't die, he just walked out of my life after asking me out and I ignorantly said "No". It wasn't like I didn't like him enough to date him, but I just loved our friendship and I knew it was going to be the end of our friendship if we atached any other thing to it. I stillbelieve I made the right choice, but I somehow wish I had made the wrong decision and pushed the other problems to a later date, but now, he's gone and I can't change that.

As if that wasn't enough, things got really bad at home.There were times when the only thing left to eat in the house was cereal and we'll all share it- my mom, my brother and I- until some form of miracle happened and we got money or maybe even food.

Here comes hope

"Even so, I had to believe, impossible means nothing to me...I've been given hope, that there's a light on up the hall"

Well, that's quite true. My mom just kept believing. Her faith was so strong that I was having a hard time catching up. I knew I needed to catch the enthusiasm, but it was so difficult. Why?

Disappointment just refused to go

"Somewhere, everybody starts there. I'm counting on a small prayer lost in a nightmare"

I wasn't doing well at school for obvious reasons. My gradeswere dropping by the day. No matter how hard I tried, Icouldn't get past average. My brother got an admission, but couldn't get a scholarship for his degree. We had to find a means of getting the money fast because time was running out and he really wanted to study. Just at that moment, all our invesements started to crumble because of the economic meltdown.

Hope Hope Again or a reason to keep living?

"But I'm here, and suddenly it's so clear, the struggle through the long years...But everything that's worth having comes with trials worth withstanding"

That's it. I have caught the 'hope syndrome'. I believe that it's all going to be better, and just to boost my hopes, my dad's old friend suddenly gave us money to help my brother out. I got a job that was payiing enought o make me less dependent on my mom and yes, my mom is doing very well and to crown it up, my result improved this time around. It could get better, but with my past results, this is really good. It gives me hope that we are coming out of this era.

My Prayer

"Down and out is overrated and I need to be elevated. Looking up is not enough, no, I would rather rise above. Can you lift me up? Turn the ashes into flames, and I have overcome, more than words can ever say. I've been given hope that there's a light up on he hall and a day will come when the fight is won and I think that day has just begun."

I really pray that things stay good and keep getting better. I really want my mom to be happy and stay happy.

I don't know if I'm asking for too much, but I wish my prayers will be answered in more ways than one.

Finally!!! Here comes joy.

Stay tuned!!!