There is this thing I got curious about. Why do we post our conversations with God on social media? Isn’t it supposed to be a private conversation between God and the individual?
So I said this very short prayer. It rhymed. And I thought, “that was quite delicious.”
Next steps – post it on Facebook.
But wait, shouldn’t that remain a prayer? A conversation between my God and I? If I post it on Facebook, is it still a prayer, or just another poem? By making public what should be private, just to get some nods from strangers, I think I will change the course of that prayer from Heaven and direct it to Earthlings. I believe my prayer will lose its potency as soon as I do that. Are the ‘likes’ I’m gonna get worth it?
I think by doing that, I have engaged in self-sabotage.
Each time I tell myself I will read that article tomorrow and chose to watch Big Bang Theory instead, I am engaging in self-sabotage.
Every time I convince myself I should eat that muffin even though I am not hungry and I’m going straight to bed, I am engaging in self-sabotage.
Self-sabotage is the worst because the evil we do to ourselves doesn’t feel so evil-ish because we are the ones doing the evil, not that next door neighbour that envies our new ride.
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As I headed home today, I saaaavooouuuured the idea that I was done for the day. No more go-go-go. I can now relax and be irresponsible. Just as I was really settling into my happy thoughts, time decided to give me a whack on the head. Yea, I am sure that wasn’t what you thought the ‘you know what’ referred to. Anyways, back to time doing me a number. I realized today is gone.
No more Monday, 14th November 2016.
This Monday with its super-moon is gone. Forever.
What did I achieve today? Whose life did I impact today? What steps did I take to move me closer to my goals, my dreams? How much richer am I by what I did today? Am I both older and wiser or just older, not wiser? Will anyone remember me for good after today?
If I leave this world today, will I be missed?
Time is everything and time is nothing. It can be nothing for you and it can be everything for you.
The level of respect you have for time can make or break you. You’ve got 24 hours in this day, I’ve got 24 hours in this day, Beyonce also got 24 hours in this day.
I end this with a quote by Obafemi Awolowo – “Those who desire to reach, and keep their places at the top in any calling must be prepared to do so the hard way.”
Thanks for reading to the end!
I know I have not been here in forever. It is mostly because the things in my head are best not shared. If you know what I mean *wink wink*
Anyways, I want to tell you about this song. It is an amazing worship song that I just got introduced to. I was listening to it some minutes ago, and it went straight into my heart, lifting my spirits. And I thought to myself, this is definitely worth sharing. You can listen and download here and maybe sometime soon, I will tell you about the lady that sang this song.
I came upon this post on yahoo.com about this model who ‘shares a multitasking photo’.
Does this look like a multitasking mom to you?
Real multitasking as a mom:
I had a screaming baby, who wouldn’t let me put her down. I tried rocking her while attempting to prep a meal for her at the same time. I needed to warm some water to prep her meal but she wouldn’t let me put her down. So I had to strike a match to light the gas stove while still trying to soothe her. With one limb rocking the baby screaming diligently in my ears, the other limb was busy putting water in a pan and carefully putting it on the cooker. Those few moments were one of the scariest of my life, I was literally playing with fire. I mean that literally.While waiting for water to get warm, I got out her bottle, and with the one limb, removed the bottle cover, opened the can of milk, scooped some into the bottle, got the warm water from the stove, carefully poured into the bottle, returned the pan to the cooker, put the bottle cover back on, proceeded to shake up the mixture to the right consistency, ensured the temperature was just right for the relentlessly screaming child and then gave her the bottle. I didn’t sit down to give her the bottle because I had to keep rocking her gently as she fed. Had to ignore the burning pain in the limb that had been holding the baby until she was fed and calm. Once all was well in this baby’s world, she decided to be merciful to me and allowed me to put her down so I can attend to me.
So when I see a picture of a mom sitting down to have her hair done while she breastfeeds her child and I am told that’s what multitasking is, I feel the need to come out of my hiatus and stomp around a bit. This is the attitude some celebrities, no, privileged ones, put on to belittle genuinely struggling moms. And I honestly think they need to stop it right now!
Not like they will listen to me *scowling*
In recent times, everything has just been bleak, bleak, bleak. No joy.
And I thought it was just me.
A friend of mine (God-lover, married, has a job and a really good car) who was moving to her spanking new apartment, let slip the other day that she feels like her life has not started and that just depresses her.
In my head, I was like, for real? You are all put together, better than me. How can you feel the exact things I feel. Like she had no right to feel that way.
Fastforward to another conversation earlier today.
She has also been feeling out of sorts, really unmotivated and worried about the future. FYI, she is getting a condo with her fiance and she’s a bride-to-be. But she is worried about getting a good job after our Master’s program. She thought I wouldn’t have that problem, cos ‘I have options’. I don’t know where she got that idea from *scowling*.
She was gonna go on but I stopped her. I told her I am equally worried about my future, there are so many uncertainties, so many unknowns. And clarified to her that she is not alone, a lot of us are walking around scared of the future. And we are right to feel that way, after all, we are not witches-we really don’t know what the future holds. What with tomatoes going for 4/N500, bag of rice going for N18k and Trump clinching all the delegates he needs for nomination. #thehorror
So, I have decided. Enough is enough. No more slinking around wondering if I’m gona be okay. So what if I’m not okay? That is nothing new. Whatever comes around to make me not okay, I will kick its ass like I kicked some ass in 2007 and in 2009 and in 2013.
But for now, I am going to just go to bed and sleep. God has told me to freaking hold my peace and that’s my current mission. After all, He is fighting for me.
So, here is me off to being fabulous.
The fire started four days ago. And like we all like to believe of fires, it was going to die out soon. Unfortunately, this one has taken on a life force of its own, raging into homes and lives like a bull on rampage. It started on Sunday, crossed a river and breached a highway by Tuesday and by Wednesday, it had crossed another river. As of this morning, on the news, it has been classified a level 6 fire. From what I gathered, fires are categorized on a sclae of 0-6, so this is as bad and destructive as a wildfire can possibly get. The fires are burning so hot, water and retardant might slow it down but not much.
Heard yesterday on the news that 80% of the residents of Fort McMurray have lost their homes. People are fleeing to surrounding locales, driving through embers raining on their cars and watching their homes go up in flames in their rearview mirrors. These people have lost some of the most basic necessities of life – shelter, food, clothing. Not only that, decades of hard work have gone up in flames. I imagine that businesses, diners, laundromarts, banks, schools etc. are gone in the hardest hit locations. It is in situations like this that you realise losing your phone is not such a disaster after all.
On CTV news this morning, evacuees are being catered to in some locations and they have said they basically just need food and clothes. Donations to the Red Cross are being called for and the Government of Canada has promised to match the donations made to the Red Cross.
I know for us Nigerians, we might not be able to send food, paper towels or money to Alberta, but I know we can pray. So, I am encouraging everyone to send a prayer up for all those affected by this disaster. This is a level 6 fire, Alberta needs a miracle fast. This is not a nationality issue, it’s a humanity issue.