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POWER

I’m living in the 21st century doin’ something mean to it.Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it…..No one man should have all that power…- Kanye West

I saw a girl today. She looked younger and is/was questionably prettier than I am. She had such an attitude and even though that was pissing enough, I strangely fell in love with her charisma. I wanted to put her off big time. I wanted to put her in her place…it was absolutely necessary…but I didn’t.

There’s a chap called Omofolarin.He’s a cute badass fellow who has a really good heart. The problem is with his self esteem. He can’t see past his broken heart, repeated rejections and his feelings of unaccomplishment. Worse still he can’t see that he is progressively getting the reflection of his poor attitude to life events.

I have got this stupid insurance company that won’t pay me my claims. A dispense error request was declined. Some squeamish about some licit stuff that didn’t get somewhere on time.Not to mention that I still haven’t gotten a Valentine’s gift from Dee.lol. Sometimes stuff plans with stuff to happen all at once like that. Not just to me. To us all.

I have the POWER to be me. To acknowledge life, embrace it…and turn stones into catapults. I wanna buy myself a wig and cake for my own Valentine gift.lol..And I’ll buy some assorted booze for hubby too(cos I am the better person..I think??).

But I want more Power.

To make that pretty young lady feel secure. I can see through the coping mechanism. Bae doesn’t need that much attitude to be assertive.I wish I could make her more self confident.

Omofolarin doesn’t need alcohol to cool off the depressing steams. I should know right? I have had an impressive resume fighting inner battles and I slayed those demons like cray! What he needs is to practice having the right attitude to life. I want power to open his eyes. Before it is too late.

Power isn’t just for freedom and liberty. Its not just to evoke submissiveness. Power can be for love. To love. And to be loved. Can I hear you say Amen?

Peeps, I couldn’t find my smileys. None to add to this post. I hoped you found it interesting though.

Plus if you had a hot smouldering love filled Valentine, send me some hawt gist. One that’ll make my eyes cross. If u’ld rather send a comment/feedback concerning this post, I’ll be very grateful.

Unseen

“Every good process has to pass the unseen phase”- Ajoke

I wrote a letter to myself when I added a year some two weeks back. I also wrote to my younger sister.  Here’s the transcript of the one to myself.

Ajoke stop it. Stop these.

  • Impatience. Wait some seconds more,  maybe a few more minutes…it may take more than days.  Just try to give it a second and third thought. You just might be gifted at analysis.
  • That Money Spirit. Don’t make it go. Rather, make it less obvious. Be smart but not too agressive. Smile in dignity and work hard as money comes to you.
  • Forget insanity. Why don’t you be blunt enough to send it to the pits? Why that freaking loophole?

Joke, please 👦, do these.

  • Trust  those who can be trusted, even more trust your ownself. Keep just a little of your paranoia.
  • Remain big on the inside👭.
  • Dress lovely… You know I have always been obsessed with you for that. 😍👸
  • Keep being unseen. Remember it is a tactic.  You do not want an immature applause.  What you need is that astoundingly loud ovation.#livefortheapplause#

I love you woman. I love who you are. That wild nature that’s remorseful over it’s tenderness. Lol. I see your spirit on a horse riding hard beyond horizons.  This year is yours.

But you do need to pray.  You know there’s  some activity that you need to counteract.  You need Jesus.  With him,  you’ll do it.

I love my rants.  What’s  your reaction though?  I would appreciate  hearing from you!

So, I got a lover !

Or I nearly did. See, as you probably know, this diary/blog/ranting forum was supposed to be to tell my heart or rather not mention it if it’ll be a lie. Sooooo, here’s how it went down.
Never been the faithful or holy somebody during my relationship years but God pulled me through and I got married to a noble and caring man. We are blessed with 2 endearing angels. But you see,hmmnn, been working on this guy. He’s so introvertish and calm and too mentally strong and i’m the notorious extrovert playful, i-don’t-give-2cents-what-you-fink girl. Being opposites that way has its benefits and because he’s more mature than I am, i’ve learnt that he’s just the exact recipe I need for a man. Plus both of us have learnt how to step up the pedestal of personality types to meet at the middle. Good,right?? But ehn, this other guy….
He says sorry. Everytime there’s a notch in my voice,he calls. Wants to make sure everything’s alright. He knows i’m married and even though we never got to outright flirting, I enjoy his conversations. We argue like equals till no one gives up. He sounds caring, the very perfect distraction from the day’s downhills. He talks like he’s ready to flaunt cash anyhow. Really,he sounds like he’s in town and had recently said he loved me, then he apologised. Felt like a teenager who acquired a new toaster. Hmmnnn.
But i’m no fool. By now, I know who exactly the hunter and the bushmeat is. And how one day, the bushmeat go catch the hunter ( in Sound Sultan’s voice). I may have allowed the drama to entertain itself, but the grace of Jah hath abideth in me to keep a sane mind. It may have been fun to allow the display but I had to draw the curtain. See, nor be say for mouth, my hubby’s 10 times the man most men out there are. But that’s not even the point!
As a physically strong and attractive woman would, I get regular chances to cheat. But even when I was single, i’d been there and done that. And I got the painful calculations right. I know how it all ends. It got to stage I became a good consult for who’s the good guy,the bad guy, the in-between guy, the naive guy and the rest (lololololol…thank God for his grace in my life) To cut the whole story short, I know who a scavenger is. And the first example of a scavenger is someone who “loves” you even when he knows you are married and have kids. That kain love….choi!!! In plain terms,he/she’s the demon sent by your enemies to rob you of your harvest. Really??? Yulp,yelzzz.
I don’t cheat because I want to biuld a strong personality, full of high morale and discipline. I don’t cheat because I don’t want someone to come and mix their spiritual curses and challenges with my spirit through sex. All the confusion some people feel in their spirits are due to, apart from a terrible conscience, mami water issues belonging to their lovers, nor be only me talk am oh! I don’t cheat because I want to be focused. I don’t cheat because i’m trying to strengthen my relationship with God. I want to be the best role models for my kids. Then, what exactly do I stand to gain from cheating? Sexual prowess??
In the past, i’d learnt my lessons, the hard way and like some others, I didn’t live the ideal christian life my mom brought me up to especially while at school. But God’s mercies lifted me and always dragged me back to the point of grace. That’s my testimony…why would I wanna spoil it?
So I finally blew the charade for Mr so-so-so-and-so. A good guy i’m sure he has the potential to be but i’d rather work on my guy to say sorry more. Will find a way to make him call more often and romance me more with words. I know he’s dependable in every other area. The extra relationship could never be. Better to part as friends than see the scary side of me and my fire prayers.
And the lesson of it to my single sisters, things are never as it seems with all the chocolate buttered tongued men. Once you have a God fearing man, keep him and pray for his other deficiencies. Some trivialities considered as qualities sometimes do not define good men. Another spouse ain’t readily the solution to any chaos in a marriage. God bless y’all! Packaging an interesting hangout post for y’all soon. In the mean time, pls give your feedbacks and comments and….What would you love me to post about subsequently?? Fenkss
PS: thanks for listening to me breath out loud…as usual.

Entitled

I have gotten around again to blogging. I don’t know how I feel. Sounds like relief, like the lifting off of a burden.
And like Adele said, it’s so typical of me to talk about myself, I’m sorry.
The moment I started this blog, I knew my journey would be explosive. Right now, all I know is to be blunt and true and it’s either fortunate or unfortunate I’m doing that right now to the world.
I resumed from my maternity leave to work and it seems even to myself that I have changed. For the better. I can handle work bureaucracies better, I am determined to always look good, save and get early to work…..
Well, that’s all by the way.
It’s more about the process going on inside of me. I feel reborn. I feel dangerous, red hot like fire, yet subtle like a glowing flame.
No matter what happens, I will get what I want from life. Pronto. Nobody can stop me now.
I’ve got God.
And about what else? When I feel like this, I have no complaints, no blames, no wahala. All’s good that’ll end good.
Peace out.