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      This is another story of mine I like to share; it’s called ‘the phone story’       This is situation became conscious  to my sixth sense about three-four years ago, I did not have a sensible phone, the one I had was nothing to write home about. Some of my friends told me that I should not bother answering a call in public because that will be too embarrassing .I tried getting another but it was not easy saving up to get another there were other pressing matters more urgent than getting a new phone. When I think about it now, I think it was because I could still call and receive with it.       Anyway, I told God I needed a new phone and I don’t mind him getting me one, from that moment I didn’t bother saving for it anymore.       Then a year later precisely on the month of January, God miraculously provided a new phone for me from an unexpected vessel (source).I was like Oh my God! Thank you, Thank you. Then I k...

The BUS-STOP story Not that I speak in respect of want; for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. Philippians 4 vs 11 This incident happened in my presence and it got me thinking a lot, it’s titled ‘the bus-stop story’ I was at the bus-stop trying to board a cab or a bike to my place of work as usual. I noticed a man passing by his clothes were oddly off in colour, rough but not dirty, he even wore trainers .He bought koko,a maize pap (I guess his breakfast) and was on his way to cross the road, when his supposed meal fell to the ground and I was like Oh mennn...meanwhile the koko was sold in a nylon bag. Then I saw him squirt to see what he could pick from the spill, he was able to get a little into a nylon bag. When he was through he cleaned himself up and went on his way If it was my meal that poured away like that I might have cried. On that day God made me see something unusual and I learnt a lesson. There’s this peace that you feel or experie...

A feeling so strong At the same time deadly A canopy of want me At the same time reject me Started from something At the end got nothing A beg to digress Having wanton distraction A season of procrastination Had I known I ought to I should have… Regrets! An endless ache Depressing frugalities Revenging trends A balanced pessimistic loop Wrapped to ones neck Like a suicidal mind You’ve heard stories You received warnings But you said, ‘Time for stories Time for warnings,  I have none ’ Opinionated somebody The end nobody No last laugh Regrets! Common on Shake up your loins, I had regrets too I called them try-outs Learned the hard way But I’m all good, you see ‘No man is an island’ they say So, Whatsoever I do now I put my best I ask for advice I seek help In order not to have regrets.

 From the above titled Abbreviation, Swag is noted as a coin word to some specific people, has a happening slang. In terms of wearing a particular clothe in the latest fashion especially ‘jeans’ or being incredibly rich or looking good.     During my Schooling year, a teacher once said Swag originates from the time when many folks in jail were deprived of their clothes accessories especially belts, so these makes there trousers to slack while others lose weight instead, if any of them are released afterward they pretend to hold their trousers in between their legs with their hands and then start walking in a stylish way, hence the swag.  SWAG as they say is practically worldly but being the type saved with amazing grace having being brought out from darkness(applying that to jail or prison) to His Marvelous light (Outside world) it calls for celebration, but not with that kind of swag explained earlier, but with the meaning: S-saved W-with A-amazing...

At that moment when I feel so stressed and need a getaway, At that moment when I reach a breaking point, At that moment when I need to make an urgent decision, At that moment when I just want to Isolate myself, At that moment when time itself doesn't matter, At that moment when everything becomes still, At that moment when I really really need to hear God's voice. If not in a quite room, then it will be in these peaceful place, This is where you can find me... On the Beautiful side of the ocean shore The clouds moves gallantly With the birds in the sky Many designs in  sequence Along the saga of a worried face Radiations from the sun The ocean breeze Softness of the sand The wave of the ocean Releases a sweet aura Fishes in its vicinity Swimming in their satisfaction And the palm trees  Dancing in greeting Its stuffy fruit so juicy to taste And my toes Keeps nodding to the sand music Hmm, tell me about it Just lying the...

I stand in awe of you, Of a fruitless fault, With tiny white beads, Roundabout your waist, Not excluding my hip, And eyes glaring darkly, Such latent  heat, Behind the darkened  lashes, I assumed it was a consolation, But I did wrong, Within it was devastation, Surpassing my bone marrow, Pumping into my heart, My mood is sickened, A deadly illness, Affecting my Cerebrum, My eyes, hands and legs, Have packed their bags, They went on a journey of greed, Yet still not satisfied, They keep going, And I gave my permit, Like a living corpse, That I am. Like a river deviant, My soul is troubled, As the source, My body and mind, Took some time but, They came together, Working strategic plans, But this makes it worse, Still troublesome as the ocean seam, I became naked and ashamed, My hairs pulled down, Covering the left-over dignity, Hiding away the sun rays, But ears were left off, To let out the pains, T...