IS VIRGINITY A GUARANTEE OF A GOOD MARRIAGE?
I saw this somewhere on the internet and after reading, I completely agree and decided to share......
Hope you see the sense it it.
Enjoy
WRITTEN BY: Distinct Generation Ministry
My (our) answer is NO!
There are many things that make for a good marriage. Marriage is a work, an investment you don't give up and a ministry you must hold tight!
It takes a whole lot of sacrifices, great commitment and many more to keep a marriage.
Being a virgin is a good virtue which portrays you as a self-disciplined, determined, God-fearing, decent and possibly a faithful spouse.
If you are a virgin and you lack good & Godly character then you are not yet made for a good marriage. It is the fruits of the Spirit that beautifies the virgin.
It is a great honour if you can sacrifice an ungodly relationship and the fun/pleasure that dis pleases God through fornication.
From the revelation I had years ago, there are 2 types of virgins: IMPURE & PURE.
Impure virgins are the ones who are involved in MASTURBATION, FOREPLAYS, ROMANCES, ORAL/ANAL SEX all in the name of keeping their virginity/boyfriends. The pure virgins don't do such at all. Be either HOT or COLD! Don't be lukewarm. Don't sit on the fence!
Every saints has a past & every SINNER HAS A FUTURE.
I am not a saint but God chose me and kept me by His mercy. This is my ministry/ calling and He gave me this assignment.
I was among the impure virgins 3 years back through romances & foreplays of all sorts until I encountered God in a new light.
I saw in a revelation, a plate of delicacy placed before me and there was SHIT all around the edge of the plate.
I wondered and asked, Lord how come?
The delicious food with shit surrounding the tip of the plate?
He replied me: the food is good, delicious and inviting but there's a blemish therein, such are those who claim they are virgins yet engage in all sorts of filthiness. Be a virgin of purity!
I made a new commitment & re-dedicate my life to Christ.
It doesn't matter even if you have lost your pearl to the swine but please don't continue in it. Who is a swine? Your guess is as good as mine.
You are still a virgin to Christ and He's all you need for a good marriage. Allow Jesus to write your love story, He is the author of marriage. Run to Christ and make a new commitment 2 Him TODAY!
Are you contemplating giving up your body to your boyfriend/fiancé? Is your girlfriend pestering you for sex?
Don't! Don't tread the path that will incur you the wrath of God.
If your boyfriend/fiancé is not staying because of sex definitely he's not worthy of you!
If you are virtuous, you won't give out yourself cheaply and if he's worthy of you: he won't leave you!
You don't owe him your body but your husband. A real son of God will respects you, treats you as a queen, keep you like a treasure, takes you to the altar and not to his bed.
Do you really think you can KEEP A MAN WITH SEX? Do you want to marry a lady that keeps BEGGING YOU 4 SEX? Wait till he/she finds another SEX MACHINE out there.
I am made to share this, God desires an INTIMATE relationship with you, your body is His temple so sweep the dirt, clean the shit and let the king of Glory come in. Your life is a delicacy meant for a king he's preparing you for.
Rev. 3:20, Isaiah 54:8, 1 John 1:9, 2 Chr.7:14, 1 Thes.4:3-7, 1 Cor.6:13, 19-20, Rom.12:1-2
Hope you see the sense it it.
Enjoy
WRITTEN BY: Distinct Generation Ministry
My (our) answer is NO!
There are many things that make for a good marriage. Marriage is a work, an investment you don't give up and a ministry you must hold tight!
It takes a whole lot of sacrifices, great commitment and many more to keep a marriage.
Being a virgin is a good virtue which portrays you as a self-disciplined, determined, God-fearing, decent and possibly a faithful spouse.
If you are a virgin and you lack good & Godly character then you are not yet made for a good marriage. It is the fruits of the Spirit that beautifies the virgin.
It is a great honour if you can sacrifice an ungodly relationship and the fun/pleasure that dis pleases God through fornication.
From the revelation I had years ago, there are 2 types of virgins: IMPURE & PURE.
Impure virgins are the ones who are involved in MASTURBATION, FOREPLAYS, ROMANCES, ORAL/ANAL SEX all in the name of keeping their virginity/boyfriends. The pure virgins don't do such at all. Be either HOT or COLD! Don't be lukewarm. Don't sit on the fence!
Every saints has a past & every SINNER HAS A FUTURE.
I am not a saint but God chose me and kept me by His mercy. This is my ministry/ calling and He gave me this assignment.
I was among the impure virgins 3 years back through romances & foreplays of all sorts until I encountered God in a new light.
I saw in a revelation, a plate of delicacy placed before me and there was SHIT all around the edge of the plate.
I wondered and asked, Lord how come?
The delicious food with shit surrounding the tip of the plate?
He replied me: the food is good, delicious and inviting but there's a blemish therein, such are those who claim they are virgins yet engage in all sorts of filthiness. Be a virgin of purity!
I made a new commitment & re-dedicate my life to Christ.
It doesn't matter even if you have lost your pearl to the swine but please don't continue in it. Who is a swine? Your guess is as good as mine.
You are still a virgin to Christ and He's all you need for a good marriage. Allow Jesus to write your love story, He is the author of marriage. Run to Christ and make a new commitment 2 Him TODAY!
Are you contemplating giving up your body to your boyfriend/fiancé? Is your girlfriend pestering you for sex?
Don't! Don't tread the path that will incur you the wrath of God.
If your boyfriend/fiancé is not staying because of sex definitely he's not worthy of you!
If you are virtuous, you won't give out yourself cheaply and if he's worthy of you: he won't leave you!
You don't owe him your body but your husband. A real son of God will respects you, treats you as a queen, keep you like a treasure, takes you to the altar and not to his bed.
Do you really think you can KEEP A MAN WITH SEX? Do you want to marry a lady that keeps BEGGING YOU 4 SEX? Wait till he/she finds another SEX MACHINE out there.
I am made to share this, God desires an INTIMATE relationship with you, your body is His temple so sweep the dirt, clean the shit and let the king of Glory come in. Your life is a delicacy meant for a king he's preparing you for.
Rev. 3:20, Isaiah 54:8, 1 John 1:9, 2 Chr.7:14, 1 Thes.4:3-7, 1 Cor.6:13, 19-20, Rom.12:1-2
Memoirs From Lasuth | Week One
Welcome to My "memoir from Lasuth". Before you start your reading make sure you read the rules
And If you are going to read this article with a closed mind, please have a bottle of Maltina on me.
This is the first of a 24 (or hopefully more) serial episode and also my first time of writing a diary since I started growing pubic hair.. So hopefully as I was able to control the hairs, the diary will def get better. This week is gonna be inconsiderable very long but gradually I promise to make it short. So without further ado.......
ENJOY.
WEEK ONE........
Sunday, 2nd June 2013.
9:35
I have gotten everything I'll be needing for the next day ready.
I was soo gonna make a super *i am now a grown man* impression to my parent tomorrow...........
You see, I've never been more excited about any other day than I was for tomorrow. It was my first shot at doing things my way. From day one I came to this world, my parent have done everything for me(basically everything).
And when the time for I.T came, once again they had already secured a place for me. Well not this time. I had left school earlier and came to down to lagos, I practically trekked the whole lagos and I finally had the choice of picking one of two hospital to spend my next 6month at and we are here; Lagos State university Teaching Hospital......
Monday 3rd of June 2013
I burst into mumcie room and she was still asleep that was when it hit me that today was the usual "yearly sacrificial festival" ORO festival they observe in my part of Lagos. And what this means is women are not allowed to step out side. Choi!
I was going to have to go to work on a public transport on my first day!!!
I got to the hospital around 10:30 thereabouts. yeah Lagos and hold-ups. Met E and R and at that point I knew I was gonna have fun throughout this period.
We Got shown around the complex and then introduced with the staffs and then the students.
Let me tell you something about Med. Student..... Don't ever enter their gathering and start to feel fly. You don't want to know how miserable you'll be wen you leave.
Tuesday 4th June; 2013
Woke up before my alarm this time and by 6:30am I had left home thinking I'll get to work early this time. Still I was wrong.....
T'was like all the car owners in Lagos decided to show off their vehicles off today.
For the first time, today we had the chance of meeting with the H.O.D and the cadavar. I must say, there weren't much diff btw the two (hope he doesn't read my blog)
Wednesday 5th June; 2013
5.00am: I think it should be considered a sin for someone to wake up this early in the day, NO?
I had to wake up very early to pick my mum from the airport and we got to her office before the cleaners. One good thing about getting to the office before every other person is that you can sleep and fart in the office without an explanation to anybody.
Also, I Met an old secondary school mate today. Could barely recognise him initially. Maybe cos he wears glasses right now, I had for the first time someone else to talk with. I've been stuck with E and R since on monday........... All they do all week is talk about girly stuff. At some point I thought I was turning gay.... Thank God for change.
(E and R are two different girls and my uni class-mates from school. We are gonna be together for the next 6months. So you'll be hearing a lot about them in future posts)
Then we are at the cadaver room to work on the brain.... And there was this guy that caught the attention of everybody. Bros was trying to open the skull o, but he took it so personal that everybody thought he had a beef (no pun intended) with the guy when he was alive. If you've ever been to an abattoir before you'll have an idea of what I'm talking about.
Thursday 6th June; 2013
I was suppose to leave ikorodu and move to Allen or Abule Egba temporarily through out the duration of my I.T. today. But I think the devil must have dreamt of me the day b4 cos, it rained all night and yours truly I had lazily left my cloths outside to dry (since on sunday). So I'm still stuck at ikorodu.
Anyways I got to work at about 10Am Freezing like I had been locked up in a cold room for 24hrs straight. I got there for the first time earlier than any other person!!!!
Nothing happened today except I was on the internet all day and E was watching a movie. R came late (thank God) so there was no girl talk today.
Friday 7th June; 2013
5.09am – Home
I hate to wake up this early but what I don’t understand is waking up with an erection. I’ve heard different stories and theories surrounding waking up with an erection but I strongly believe that ‘Agro’ is the main reason for such a make-sure-you-satisfy-me animal behaviour.
I know a lot some of you maybe wondering what ‘Agro’ means.
Different schools of thought have tried to define ‘Agro’ but the most apt definition of ‘Agro’ was by Professor Oladele (2009) who simply defined ‘Agro’ as a BASTARD.
‘Agro’ has been found to be responsible for a lot of “Oga-housemaid relationships”, Madam-Driver relationships”, “Unprotected sex”, “Indecent wanking” amongst others but can be controlled with “Our Lord’s Prayer”.
I prayed and I was able to overcome ‘Agro’ that morning.
Advice: If Agro attacks you, pray and it will go but if it’s a serious attack of Agro and a lil “conji” then calla friend.
1.00pm – At work
It was the middle of the day. And I was happy that I'll finally move to the house at allen. The feeling was awesome. I had so many things planned. As I was reminiscing over the plans I had, my phone rang......
(At this point lemme tell you a lil about Ada (this is a topic for another day)
- Sometime in July 2011 - issele uku (my village)
I had gone to collect my "certificate of origin" as it was needed by my school to and I used the opportunity to stay a lil bit with my grand mum.
There was a knock at the gate and I went downstairs to see who it was and what I saw shook the man in me. She was dressed in a short dress that brought out all her curves and for a minute I forgot that I had planned to be celibate (Yes, i do have days like that, I am capable of such) for the weekend.
(we went upstairs and that's all you need to know for now)
- Back to present
For a straight 5 minutes, I was confused and didn’t know what to do or say. Yes I like Ada but isn’t having her in my house in Lagos a lil bit dangerous? Believe me this has got nothing to do with not trusting myself. I trust myself but I can’t really say same about a certain part of me.
This is my first time of being in a relationship without knowing when I started it.
So every Friday is an anniversary? Chai, uwa wu pawpaw men!!!
Saturday 7th June; 2013
10:55am
Woke up extremely tired/lazy today and I think it was because of the dream I had.
In the dream, I was invited to a nude party and obviously, I attended *insert evil grin here*
I got to the venue of the party about 8.15pm and was led into the changing room by a naked girl whose breast were shouting “What can men do to me?” and I was thinking “Try me and see”.
I removed all my clothes and put them in the suit bag handed to me by “Miss Fine breast”.
We walked into the living room and I saw for the first time in my life a blinding collection of boobs, d***ks and pubic hair. I saw a few people I recognised and loads of people I’ve not met in my life. I got thinking,
If only Eve did not eat that Apple maybe this would have been a normal church service and “Miss Fine breast” would have been an usher. .
So “Miss Fine breast ” finally introduced herself as “Candy” she told me it was her bday party and i told her that it was a great honour for her to have considered inviting me.
As I walked pass everyone in the room, I over heard so many random conversations such as:
“Ijeoma, what style did you cut your pubic hair”
“Shit, the sight of that chap is beginning to make it rain in between my legs”
“Do you know that the number of erection in this room can get a woman pregnant just by looking”
“Naija boys carry”
“They shouldn’t have allowed that girl undress, her boobs are so disgusting”
After dancing with familiar faces and attractive bodied females, I searched for Candy and told her that I had to go . She was sad but asked me if I would love to attend the one that's gonna happen in "real life". Of cus, I said YES.
And this was when I woke up
4:30PM
I've been waiting for the rain to stop mumcy won't allow me drive in the rain. So at exactly 4:30 it was "safe" for me to drive...I left ikorodu for opebi listening to "MICHEL TELO Ai se tu eu Pego...." Then somewhere along oregun I saw this girl along the side walk (from far)
My friend tobi made this theory " Fine from Far. Far from Fine"
This girl was SOO FAR FROM FINE!!!
And the annoying thing was the "thing" made me beat the traffic light and therefore was apprehended by the so called LASTMA officials. I was delayed for approximately 1hr 30min. I got home very tired afterwards.
Sunday, June 6th 2010
I'm gonna stay home today, I have nothing to wear to church. And yesterday event made me lazy..... Dear God please forgive me.
I'm about to post this week memoir. So as I open the wordpress app on my blackberry, a ping came in.
(*sigh* Just when I planned on keeping the day holy.)
The following convo took place.....
But I dunno why the devil is soooo......... devilish!
MZ-Sexy: PING!!!
Me: Wassup...?
Mz-Sexy: I'm fine...great sef! I saw ur PM abt being in allen
Me: yes. I'm o...
MZ-Sexy: okay cool.... There's this bday party happening tonight. Its gonna be wild! R rated things..... Are you interested?
.
.
.
.
.
.
I’m yet to answer her……. XD
And If you are going to read this article with a closed mind, please have a bottle of Maltina on me.
This is the first of a 24 (or hopefully more) serial episode and also my first time of writing a diary since I started growing pubic hair.. So hopefully as I was able to control the hairs, the diary will def get better. This week is gonna be inconsiderable very long but gradually I promise to make it short. So without further ado.......
ENJOY.
WEEK ONE........
Sunday, 2nd June 2013.
9:35
I have gotten everything I'll be needing for the next day ready.
Folder with complete documents *check*
Starched and well ironed shirt *check*
Black pants trouser *check*
Boxers and singlet *check*
Wrist watch and other accessories *double check*
I was soo gonna make a super *i am now a grown man* impression to my parent tomorrow...........
You see, I've never been more excited about any other day than I was for tomorrow. It was my first shot at doing things my way. From day one I came to this world, my parent have done everything for me(basically everything).
And when the time for I.T came, once again they had already secured a place for me. Well not this time. I had left school earlier and came to down to lagos, I practically trekked the whole lagos and I finally had the choice of picking one of two hospital to spend my next 6month at and we are here; Lagos State university Teaching Hospital......
Monday 3rd of June 2013
*Beep Beep Beep*
*Wakes up* 4:30
*Snooze alarm*
*Beep Beep !Beep*
*Wake up* OMG! 7:36
I burst into mumcie room and she was still asleep that was when it hit me that today was the usual "yearly sacrificial festival" ORO festival they observe in my part of Lagos. And what this means is women are not allowed to step out side. Choi!
I was going to have to go to work on a public transport on my first day!!!
I got to the hospital around 10:30 thereabouts. yeah Lagos and hold-ups. Met E and R and at that point I knew I was gonna have fun throughout this period.
We Got shown around the complex and then introduced with the staffs and then the students.
Let me tell you something about Med. Student..... Don't ever enter their gathering and start to feel fly. You don't want to know how miserable you'll be wen you leave.
Tuesday 4th June; 2013
Woke up before my alarm this time and by 6:30am I had left home thinking I'll get to work early this time. Still I was wrong.....
T'was like all the car owners in Lagos decided to show off their vehicles off today.
For the first time, today we had the chance of meeting with the H.O.D and the cadavar. I must say, there weren't much diff btw the two (hope he doesn't read my blog)
Wednesday 5th June; 2013
5.00am: I think it should be considered a sin for someone to wake up this early in the day, NO?
I had to wake up very early to pick my mum from the airport and we got to her office before the cleaners. One good thing about getting to the office before every other person is that you can sleep and fart in the office without an explanation to anybody.
Also, I Met an old secondary school mate today. Could barely recognise him initially. Maybe cos he wears glasses right now, I had for the first time someone else to talk with. I've been stuck with E and R since on monday........... All they do all week is talk about girly stuff. At some point I thought I was turning gay.... Thank God for change.
(E and R are two different girls and my uni class-mates from school. We are gonna be together for the next 6months. So you'll be hearing a lot about them in future posts)
Then we are at the cadaver room to work on the brain.... And there was this guy that caught the attention of everybody. Bros was trying to open the skull o, but he took it so personal that everybody thought he had a beef (no pun intended) with the guy when he was alive. If you've ever been to an abattoir before you'll have an idea of what I'm talking about.
Thursday 6th June; 2013
I was suppose to leave ikorodu and move to Allen or Abule Egba temporarily through out the duration of my I.T. today. But I think the devil must have dreamt of me the day b4 cos, it rained all night and yours truly I had lazily left my cloths outside to dry (since on sunday). So I'm still stuck at ikorodu.
Anyways I got to work at about 10Am Freezing like I had been locked up in a cold room for 24hrs straight. I got there for the first time earlier than any other person!!!!
Nothing happened today except I was on the internet all day and E was watching a movie. R came late (thank God) so there was no girl talk today.
Friday 7th June; 2013
5.09am – Home
I hate to wake up this early but what I don’t understand is waking up with an erection. I’ve heard different stories and theories surrounding waking up with an erection but I strongly believe that ‘Agro’ is the main reason for such a make-sure-you-satisfy-me animal behaviour.
I know a lot some of you maybe wondering what ‘Agro’ means.
Different schools of thought have tried to define ‘Agro’ but the most apt definition of ‘Agro’ was by Professor Oladele (2009) who simply defined ‘Agro’ as a BASTARD.
‘Agro’ has been found to be responsible for a lot of “Oga-housemaid relationships”, Madam-Driver relationships”, “Unprotected sex”, “Indecent wanking” amongst others but can be controlled with “Our Lord’s Prayer”.
I prayed and I was able to overcome ‘Agro’ that morning.
Advice: If Agro attacks you, pray and it will go but if it’s a serious attack of Agro and a lil “conji” then calla friend.
1.00pm – At work
It was the middle of the day. And I was happy that I'll finally move to the house at allen. The feeling was awesome. I had so many things planned. As I was reminiscing over the plans I had, my phone rang......
Me: Hello
Caller: "Embris", is that you?
Me: Hendrix, Yes, erm Ada?
Ada: Yes!, Why haven’t you call me?
Me How na? You know you never gave me your number. I hope you are good.
Ada: leave me joor. I’m angry with you
Me: What did I do?
Ada: You made me angry and you forgot that today is our anniversary.
Me: Huh?
Ada: Yes,We started dating a week today. Now tell me “Happy Anniversary”
Me: Happy Anniversary
Ada: I wish you the same
Me: Erm, I’m at work, so I may have to call you later.
Ada: Okay but I want to ask you something later
Me: I hope there’s no problem?
Ada: None. Can I ask now?
Me: Yes, my dear
Ada: can you send me money to come to Lagos
Me: Jisos is lord
Ada: What?
Me: Nothing, Nne
Ada: Okay, is that a yes?
Me: It’s something we have to discuss after work
Ada: Make sure you call ooo. I even called Mama today
Me: Your mum? did she travel
Ada: No, I’m talking about your grand mum
Me: Oh okay. I have to go
Ada: Make sure you call me oooooo, in short I will call you sef
(At this point lemme tell you a lil about Ada (this is a topic for another day)
- Sometime in July 2011 - issele uku (my village)
I had gone to collect my "certificate of origin" as it was needed by my school to and I used the opportunity to stay a lil bit with my grand mum.
There was a knock at the gate and I went downstairs to see who it was and what I saw shook the man in me. She was dressed in a short dress that brought out all her curves and for a minute I forgot that I had planned to be celibate (Yes, i do have days like that, I am capable of such) for the weekend.
Me: Hello who's it?
Ada: Hey, My name is Ada
Me: Ada?
Ada: yes
Me: *opens door*
Ada: Nice to meet you
Me: Same here. Please come in
Ada: Thank you
(we went upstairs and that's all you need to know for now)
- Back to present
For a straight 5 minutes, I was confused and didn’t know what to do or say. Yes I like Ada but isn’t having her in my house in Lagos a lil bit dangerous? Believe me this has got nothing to do with not trusting myself. I trust myself but I can’t really say same about a certain part of me.
This is my first time of being in a relationship without knowing when I started it.
So every Friday is an anniversary? Chai, uwa wu pawpaw men!!!
Saturday 7th June; 2013
10:55am
Woke up extremely tired/lazy today and I think it was because of the dream I had.
In the dream, I was invited to a nude party and obviously, I attended *insert evil grin here*
I got to the venue of the party about 8.15pm and was led into the changing room by a naked girl whose breast were shouting “What can men do to me?” and I was thinking “Try me and see”.
I removed all my clothes and put them in the suit bag handed to me by “Miss Fine breast”.
We walked into the living room and I saw for the first time in my life a blinding collection of boobs, d***ks and pubic hair. I saw a few people I recognised and loads of people I’ve not met in my life. I got thinking,
If only Eve did not eat that Apple maybe this would have been a normal church service and “Miss Fine breast” would have been an usher. .
So “Miss Fine breast ” finally introduced herself as “Candy” she told me it was her bday party and i told her that it was a great honour for her to have considered inviting me.
As I walked pass everyone in the room, I over heard so many random conversations such as:
“Ijeoma, what style did you cut your pubic hair”
“Shit, the sight of that chap is beginning to make it rain in between my legs”
“Do you know that the number of erection in this room can get a woman pregnant just by looking”
“Naija boys carry”
“They shouldn’t have allowed that girl undress, her boobs are so disgusting”
After dancing with familiar faces and attractive bodied females, I searched for Candy and told her that I had to go . She was sad but asked me if I would love to attend the one that's gonna happen in "real life". Of cus, I said YES.
And this was when I woke up
4:30PM
I've been waiting for the rain to stop mumcy won't allow me drive in the rain. So at exactly 4:30 it was "safe" for me to drive...I left ikorodu for opebi listening to "MICHEL TELO Ai se tu eu Pego...." Then somewhere along oregun I saw this girl along the side walk (from far)
My friend tobi made this theory " Fine from Far. Far from Fine"
This girl was SOO FAR FROM FINE!!!
And the annoying thing was the "thing" made me beat the traffic light and therefore was apprehended by the so called LASTMA officials. I was delayed for approximately 1hr 30min. I got home very tired afterwards.
Sunday, June 6th 2010
I'm gonna stay home today, I have nothing to wear to church. And yesterday event made me lazy..... Dear God please forgive me.
I'm about to post this week memoir. So as I open the wordpress app on my blackberry, a ping came in.
(*sigh* Just when I planned on keeping the day holy.)
The following convo took place.....
But I dunno why the devil is soooo......... devilish!
MZ-Sexy: PING!!!
Me: Wassup...?
Mz-Sexy: I'm fine...great sef! I saw ur PM abt being in allen
Me: yes. I'm o...
MZ-Sexy: okay cool.... There's this bday party happening tonight. Its gonna be wild! R rated things..... Are you interested?
.
.
.
.
.
.
I’m yet to answer her……. XD
Memoirs From Lasuth
Erm, this is supposed to serve as an introduction to my personal lifestyle and necessarily won't be entirely based on event from lasuth only as the title states.
Before we continue with the introduction, I’d like you to note certain things referred to as rules as long as Memoirs from Lasuth is concerned.
Before we continue with the introduction, I’d like you to note certain things referred to as rules as long as Memoirs from Lasuth is concerned.
1. This is MY online diary and as a result I don’t really give a fuck care about your opinion.
2. I’ll be posting every Sunday or monday and may not have time to edit properly but because you would like to “Gbagun” I’ll provide you with a big ass bell for use.
3. This is not the news or the Anglican Church , so don’t come here to preach to me.
4. Names of some of the people involved in the memoir may be changed to save anything they may have as dignity.
5. If I say something about you that you don’t like.. .Start your own blog …It’s free
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6. Don’t walk up to me in public and say “you wrote about me” . I promise you a head butt and my head is not small.
7. Majority of my post would be on keles , Midnight wakas, party, BBM and my life is not that interesting so about 70% of what I will write might be fictions too.
8. Yes I know what memoir is...... Didn't you read the previous rules?
9. Sometimes, It may appear like I’m talking about you but until I mention your name, STFU and Terry G me!
10. We’ll make more rules as we go on.
Enjoy
Jopesi, The Pretty Lass
Do you know the pweety lass?
With the shining black rimmed glass.
jopesi, a girl of charisma, swag and class,
Every time she passes by,
Everyone stares and goes O my!Don’t you know the pweety lass?
With the shining black rimmed glass.
Among her peers, with a huge gap she surpass
She draws with her light pen so well,
From where she learnt no one can tellHave you seen the pweety lass?
With the shining black rimmed glass.
With a pretty nice A$$,
Such pretty straight legs she’s got
At times me thinks she’s but a god.Haven’t you seen the pweety lass?
With the shining black rimmed glass.
Talks God at any given chance.
All around her is light so bright,
Glowing from her whitened teeth like the planet mars.Lemme tell you ‘bout the pweety lass,
With the shining black rimmed glass.
Take a sit, relax.
Some men say she’s full of s_ _t,
But I say she’ll soon be a big hitWell, Yes I'm in Love with the prweety lass
The one with shining rimmeed glass
She's so beautiful, I think she's from mars
They call her every mans dream,
For us, I want more than a dreamSo if you see the pweety lass,
With the shining black rimmed glass.
This last part I speak not to jackass,
From me please give a warm wet kiss,
And tell her how much her verve I miss
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She Was My First Love (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩_-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)
Even though the forces of nature sometimes destroy the beauty of the world, we still appreciate the times that we were happy and thank God for giving us the good old memories to muse over and merry in.
In retrospect….
The age was seven and the class was primary Four.
3 Significant things, difficult to forget happened that year. It was the first and only time I topped the class, it was the first and only time I won a prize and it was the first and only time I had an almost perfect friend and lost her.
Her name was Obasa.
She was my classmate, new in the school, Ebony-like in complexion and I thought she had behavioural problems because she was really slow with everything she did, both academically, in movement and in speech. Everyone in class saw her as a ‘dollard’ who could not comprehend a thing and struggled to be a step ahead of the least. I didn’t see her that way.
Maybe I was biased. Why shouldn’t I be? She was beautiful and always had that look in her eyes like the looks I saw in the eyes of the hollywood actresses. She reminded me of the movie ‘ANNIE’ whenever I looked at her.
My likeness for Obasa grew and I was always happy going to school every morning. My mum thought I had suddenly fallen in love with school. It wasn’t school mum, it was Obasa.
I shared my biscuits with her on one of her lonely breaks and from that day, we became friends. Only then did I discover she wasn’t the ‘isi aki’ everyone thought she was. We grew from class mates to friends and from friends to close friends. She neglected the girls when they called her ‘spoilt’ for preffering the company of the opposite sex during break and I neglected the boys when they called me ‘woman wrapper’ for choosing her instead of playing ‘police and thief’ with them.
Soon, my Obasa began to bloom academically, proving my instincts right and proving the other pupils wrong. She must have needed time to settle in properly which I guess was the reason for her initial poor scores. I liked her even more after her breakthrough.
We used to walk home together, holding her younger ones and sharing tales we wouldn’t tell the others at school.
She became my best friend as we fondly called it back then. We shared biscuits, talked about things appropriate for our ages, and sometimes, I resisted the urge to do those things I saw people do in movies to her. Yea, I resisted the urge to kiss her.
During the Christmas holidays, I volunteered to follow my aunty whenever she was going to the market because I knew we would always pass her house along the route. I used to peep in and wave if I saw her but if not, I’ll just go to the market feeling the pains of an unfulfilled mission.
This I did until she travelled to her village to spend the new year. I waited patiently. Built up my courage and rehearsed a scene on how I’ll kiss her when she returns. I didn’t know much about love, I was too young to know but the feelings I had for her was next to love if it wasn’t love.
Then…
The day of resumption… Three days…. One week…. Two weeks…. Absence.
Then an OBITYARY… *sigh*
Her ebony-lit face, smiling in black and white with her mother and siblings. The siblings I used to hold. It was her, involved in a ghastly motor accident, burnt beyond recognition. Number plates, tooth and other little clues were used to identify them.
Her family was wiped and I couldn’t hold back as hot tears filled my eyes. I knew what death was at seven and it meant I’ll never see her or her little ones again. I’ll never get to kiss her.
And I went to school everyday, looking at her vacant seat, wishing she could come back so that we can walk home together like we always did but it never happened. I walked home alone, lonely and sad. Memories of our three months old friendship flooded my head each time I walked home and tears were forced to fall sometimes.
Back to present…
That is how I remember it. Thanks to childhood innocence, I wasn’t depressed for so long even though my academic performance that term was a little below my usual performance and I lost that zeal for school that mummy loved. I still remember her every now and then. Even till this day, the memories flood back sometimes and each time I remember her, I feel happy for the opportunity to have had that kind of friend. Soft spoken and strong, intelligent and wonderful and lest I forget, beautiful.
"She was my first love"
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Dear God 2 | Finding Inner Peace
Dear God,
After my first letter to you, you opened my heart to a lot of things, things that I was ignorant of. Things that many has regarded as little but yet is as big as the biggest thing any one can imagine..... You know I don't read the bible or do I listen to messages but you led me to these verses:
I don't know what they mean but I do know they have a lot in common. You made me understand that In the recessed shadows of my heart, I have found an inner peace.
A peace that isn’t always visible or audible to the outer world. It’s only to be found when others see You living within me. Its a still quiet voice that brings a sense of calm that can not be explained by most. Your spirit whispers my name and cradles me in your majestic arms.
I have struggled with personal pain and emotional upset that only You have been privy too.
Your Love is as beautiful an artwork, as any that Rembrandt could have put to canvas.
Your Grace is the salt that seasons our lives with a taste that the world can not palate.
Your Faithfulness is a song, that only those who hear, could sing its’ melody.
Your Mercy is the gift that required no elaborate party to be received.
It was within my deepest pain and sorrow, that You lifted me up and encouraged me to truly find myself again. To obtain the remarkable faith that only a child could understand. In our years of living, we somehow distort that concept.
Our lives are filled with events that change our perception of what faith in You was truly meant to become. It is a tool that is used to craft a masterpiece.
My life has changed dramatically this past month. My mind has been filled with emotions that run the gamut of human conception.
In those quiet shadows, You were able to make me see just how letting go of my own plans, put Yours into perspective.
My own selfish ways would have prevented me from some of the greatest joys that life had to offer. It was within the shadows of the great valley, that I could see the top of the mountain, and the view is phenomenal.
Thank Your son, Jesus, that encouraged me to write to You, the words that are within my heart and soul. It is this time that we share, that anchors my heart to Your inner harbor .
As the waves roar in, I have no fear. What can Satan do that could ever keep me from Your love?
Absolutely nothing!
For even unto death, I know where my soul will rest. That is the greatest comfort that Your children will ever know.
Big G, (I can call you that right?) I pray for anyone who is lost and searching for the peace that lies in their own recessed shadows. I ask that the Son will shine upon them and bring them the peace that only a Father can provide.
Amen!
Your Son,
Hendrix
After my first letter to you, you opened my heart to a lot of things, things that I was ignorant of. Things that many has regarded as little but yet is as big as the biggest thing any one can imagine..... You know I don't read the bible or do I listen to messages but you led me to these verses:
- Jeremiah 1:4-5
- Isaiah 9:6
- John 15:13
- 1 john 4:8
I don't know what they mean but I do know they have a lot in common. You made me understand that In the recessed shadows of my heart, I have found an inner peace.
A peace that isn’t always visible or audible to the outer world. It’s only to be found when others see You living within me. Its a still quiet voice that brings a sense of calm that can not be explained by most. Your spirit whispers my name and cradles me in your majestic arms.
I have struggled with personal pain and emotional upset that only You have been privy too.
Your Love is as beautiful an artwork, as any that Rembrandt could have put to canvas.
Your Grace is the salt that seasons our lives with a taste that the world can not palate.
Your Faithfulness is a song, that only those who hear, could sing its’ melody.
Your Mercy is the gift that required no elaborate party to be received.
It was within my deepest pain and sorrow, that You lifted me up and encouraged me to truly find myself again. To obtain the remarkable faith that only a child could understand. In our years of living, we somehow distort that concept.
Our lives are filled with events that change our perception of what faith in You was truly meant to become. It is a tool that is used to craft a masterpiece.
My life has changed dramatically this past month. My mind has been filled with emotions that run the gamut of human conception.
I have felt lost, but You found me.
I have felt fear, but You calmed it.
I have know sorrow, but You wiped away the tears.
I have known joy, and I am certain that it all stems from You.
In those quiet shadows, You were able to make me see just how letting go of my own plans, put Yours into perspective.
My own selfish ways would have prevented me from some of the greatest joys that life had to offer. It was within the shadows of the great valley, that I could see the top of the mountain, and the view is phenomenal.
Thank Your son, Jesus, that encouraged me to write to You, the words that are within my heart and soul. It is this time that we share, that anchors my heart to Your inner harbor .
As the waves roar in, I have no fear. What can Satan do that could ever keep me from Your love?
Absolutely nothing!
For even unto death, I know where my soul will rest. That is the greatest comfort that Your children will ever know.
Big G, (I can call you that right?) I pray for anyone who is lost and searching for the peace that lies in their own recessed shadows. I ask that the Son will shine upon them and bring them the peace that only a Father can provide.
Amen!
Your Son,
Hendrix
