Where the Journey Begins…

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I am super excited to be here today. Its the year 2019! I’m looking forward to my greatest year yet and I am hoping to accomplish a lot more than I did last year. Ok, I’m going to be straight with you, I have tried starting a blog a number of times and for one reason or the other I had to pull it down. I am a student and by God’s grace I recently started my Masters in Business Administration. I love to write and read most genres of books, I love to be creative with my hands(crotchet, needle works,..

It Shouldn’t Be Enough…

I see her…at least I think it’s her. I have to move a little closer. Yes, I see her, in a red flowery dress, sitting on a bench in the middle of a rowdy park, face deep in a book. She always looks so good in red. The park is full of life as children, parents and even pets ran around doing their thing. But she has peace and calms around her…she always did. My God, after all these years she still takes my breath away. Grace is the best thing in my life, but I let her go. I moved away…so many things were…

It’s Not a Big Deal…

It was 3:45pm at Alfred Below University. Over three hundred students gathered at Stella Hall for Intro to Philosophy freshman class taught by Professor James DeLoco. Any class between 12pm -4pm was known as a “struggle class” to students of Alfred Below. Maybe because Major classes took place between the hours of 7am-12pm or professors got very irritated around this time or lunchtime just came with a special mixture of hunger, fatigue, and drowsiness. Whatever the case may be, classes after 12pm were unbearable. If you were courageous enough to make it to class, you might find yourself busy on the phone, chatting away with friends, or sleeping to say the most. That was the case with Intro to Philosophy class…

Lost

I was in the midst of three elderly women as I arrived at Tunde’s apartment. They were plucking rotten melon seeds from its curb. The little mediocre bungalow lay in a quiet hilly and remote area. The cracks on the wall, the faded paint, and the rusted roof which seemed to be flying off told a story of how ancient the house was. The moss growing around the fence made it difficult to admire the architectural structure of the moldings across the fence. The compound was big but most of it…

Upside down, Inside Out

“You know, I could tell this story over and over again but what’s the point? You might not believe me…I wouldn’t believe it if I heard it from somebody else. But it happened! It really did! I wasn’t the only one who noticed it. You can ask Toby…oh yeah, Toby jumped again. I mean he’s… he’s in kind of a… what do I call it?…hibernation? …second life? You know what, think of it as a game where you have three lives, but you live each life differently, then after your third life, you’re gone…or I think…

Never Is A Big Word

 “I can never understand why a girl could date her sister’s dude”, Gloria said while drinking her tea. ” It’s so wrong, it tells what kind of despicable person you are”

I sat there lost in deep thought. Not that I would condone such actions, but from another view, I can understand how your emotions can get the better part of you, especially as a teenager. Gloria kept talking, oh how irritated she was…