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Here’s to the next chapter. 🥂 Dusting the cobwebs off this blog😂😂😂🙃🙃🙃🙃 For as long as I can remember, I knew I would write, but whenever I think about writing on this special day, my heart skips a beat. This past year, I circled the sun, With changes I had not foreseen. I faced the depths, the heights, the core— Tears flowed freely, joy took flight, Sorrow and laughter both took light. I leapt forward in the fog's embrace, With no clear map, I found my place. Though shadows lingered, steps unsure, I'm grateful now, I stand secure.   I leaned on love, my anchor strong, My father's bond is where I belong. My family held me, firm and true, Their love, my guide, through skies so blue.   Enimoney, my forever woman, beside me, stayed, Through darkest nights, we never swayed. In growth and love, we've far surpassed, A bond so deep, forever to last. And to my "forever wanna be Gen Z, " You led me and kept me on my beam. Best girls and mentors, near and true...

  Welcome to the new land of 'Kosowo', Welcome to the land where cash was King, When it comes with its entourage of bags and envelopes,  It is respected and loved by many, Where its presence brought life and happiness, Where it smell stings faster to the blood  and people ready to die to join the community of the land,  In a land where cash was king, now its value has lost its ring. The economy's crumbling down, no more coins or bills to be found. Once upon a time, it was easy to pay, just pull out some cash and go on your way. But now the world has turned around, the mighty naira no longer holds its ground. People barter and trade for goods, the idea of cash seems now so crude, A world where wealth is not defined, by how much money you have at the bank, But by how much you have at hand,  No more beggars on the street, for the things they need, they simply meet. The rich and poor are now the same, cash no longer be the source of fame. Welcome to the ...

Lost in the details, the small and the near, I peer through the fog, but the path isn't clear. Blind to the vistas that stretch far and wide, I stumble along, with a narrow-eyed stride. The world is a puzzle, a maze to be solved, But I'm lost in the pieces, the details involved. I scrutinize every aspect, each fine-grained part, But miss the grand picture, the essence of art. Myopic and blinkered, I'm stuck in my view, My vision constrained, my perspective askew. The broader horizon eludes my small mind, As I fuss and I fret over things undefined. Oh, to see the big picture, the grand and the vast, To marvel at wonders too great to be grasped! To transcend the minutiae, the petty and small, And glimpse the whole landscape, the grandeur of all. But until then, I'll keep plodding along, Bent on the small things, the details so strong. I'll dream of the vistas I've yet to behold, And hope for the day when my eyes will unfold. Sometimes we get lost in the details, F...

I'm sure I'm not the only one who detests Mondays, the start of a long work week with no breather in between, especially when there is no public holiday in between the week. The sensation that it's MONDAY AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! How can I work for 5 days and rest for only 2 days, officially 1 day, God helps you, you have that day to yourself without anyone or anything to carry you out. The hurried rush on Mondays is the absolute opposite of a peaceful Sunday morning, and the contrast might be startling if you're still jet-lagged from the weekend. Monday, the second day of the week, but technically, the first day of the week, has this rugged nature. Traffic is always worse, the waits at bus stops are longer, everyone is rushing somewhere, and the entire mood appears panic-stricken. The sheer number of 'to-dos' and backlogs can be daunting, which is why Mondays can be more stressful than your typical work day, with hectic meetings packed in between from project catch-ups...

I haven't written on this blog in three years, or more precisely two years and four months. I would have written you a letter but life got the best of me, I would have mailed you a note but the paper had no ink, there are many reasons for this. I've been busy gripping my anchor in the ocean of life, and occasionally I've drowned, been carried away by the sea, or just vanished. But as we enter the Fresh Year, don't fall back into your old self; instead, have a new brew of the new YOU, even if it's the same old clothing, car, or accessories, but allow the new YOU be visible in all. But I've realized that no matter how many times I try to do it myself, I always fail, but my anchor is always there to help and keep my head above water. I have realised that the line is extremely thin and the coin so easily flips. It feels nice to be back doing my stuff; life has taught me and sharpened me; I have learned and unlearned; and I am continuing to construct and walk through...

I can’t imagine how many times I have written goals, set goals, follow it duly and at the end of the packaging of these things, I just flop 😔😔…like yes I flop and you know the word I say to myself, ‘las las everyone go dey alright” … which is true but ‘abegi’ but when will the right time come oooo 🤔🤔because ‘me I won de alright oo’, but when is really the right time, will I actually be alright?  all in the sake of waiting for the perfect time to start something which I end up not starting…. There are good intentions to being a ‘ perfectionist ’ because we all want to do things in the most excellent way possible but ‘ogbeni’ don’t forget that there is no such thing as ‘perfect time’ but of course there is a Perfect God who tells you to go the ant and learn. The ants never wait for the perfect time to gather food; they always gather food even if it the smallest tiny crumb of bread, we should stop giving excuses and start thriving. I try this, I cancel it, I try...

Everyone gets to that stage where we feel ‘Jim Jim’ or butterflies in our bellies. Where we believe we are in a new dimension and truly those feelings are magnificent and most times they happen in our guarded and uptight moment and we all feel different and excited in a new world. Love is sweet, attractive, and envious, but Nobody understands or find the exact word to explain the spark produced with all the elements and compound composed of ions and behavioural changes that occur. Chemical reactions vary under various proportions and somewhere somehow they meet requirements and all the bubbles show up. The chemistry of love is a deep something. It all starts from the brain, sends signals down the body and mind which start manifesting physically such as fast heartbeat the sight of the person, increased pleasure and the highest of it is sleepless night clouded with the imagination of both the present and future picture plus overjoyed happiness. C- Control H- Hankering ...

Clouded Thought   Clouded with my thought Looking for answers, I still can't find it. Alone in the puzzle of my mind. Clouded with my thought Looking for answers, I still can't find it, I miss my smiles, I miss my happy moment, I miss being me. Clouded with thought It hurt yet I still don't know what hurt, Wish there could be something to help, I feel my own vomit, When will this phase be over?. Clouded with my thought Who will help me out? Tears run down my cheek Hugging my face ever so slightly, Answers I wish I know, The problem I know but absently present, I seem not to help me. Clouded with my thought I still don't know what the problem is, But I know I have a situation to handle, I need me to be strong, So that I can have me back, Clouded with my thought

Journey. I'm on a journey, I have somewhere to go, I must be running,  where I am going I don't know, I must travel this road, Burn all candles and thrive, Through rain, fire, storm, cold. I would never say NO. I'm on a journey of discovery, It is a lonely road, But I am up to it, You find me in my destiny, I give all to win all to get my dream. Against the current, I will take every stroke, in hardship, pain, burden, loss and hurt, It is a puzzle, And whoever I find or meet must fit in the puzzle,  I'll not struggle to fit in another puzzle. Too late to quit, I have burnt all bridges, I won't stop till I reach my home, One more puzzle, battle, hindrance to cross, I have faith and my faith will take me home... I'm on a journey of self-discovery, It is a lonely road, I'll make up to it, You'll meet me in my destiny, I will give it all to meet my dreams... Adapted from a song.. Edited and reviewed by midey

FRIENDSHIP To have this 10 letters word, it takes a life-time commitment and endurance to build, knowing well that people are made up of different background, mindset and opinions, you must learn to be blind to every little error for the sake of this word that can never be quantified PEACE, not forgetting you need to be happy before you can make others happy. Learn to master your strength and weaknesses, build prospect that attract valuable people to you. Everyone can’t be like you or think as you do, accept one for their mistakes and errors. Have a circle of friends that would build a lifetime with you though not everyone is worth building a lifetime with, so know who helps you to grow. Have friends that you can always rest on their shoulders and climb on their feet’s to move forward. At a point, everyone gets busy but shouldn’t be the excuse for you not to grow, true you might get bothered about your life but your race is not their race and your future is not their future, do...