IT IS OKAY TO CRY

“you don’t sound okay”

“yeah, I was crying...I feel stressed from school and I miss my friend”

“Come on, you are not a baby. Stop that nonsense”

********call ended*********

Who said it is not okay to cry?

FLASH LIGHT INSPIRATION

I always wanted to watch Pitch Perfect, then I never did.

I saw the ads for Pitch Perfect 2, I said I was going to watch in the cinema, I never did.

Lately, so much has been going on that has made me appreciate life more, tell my friends how much I love them, hold my family and loved ones tight, give the love I have...hug as much as I want to.

I wake up at midnight to be thankful for the beautiful life I have, for the awesomeness of God I see and even for the love I get always.

Someone whose work I love, but never met in person just passed on in a painful way, I was on the tribute page but too broken to post a tribute. A beautiful soul severed by the sharp knife of a short life.

Why am I going all around with the disjointed story? 

MY BIRTHDAY STORY

No need for an epistle, God has been faithful.

From 12.00am, the day was mine to own :D

Gifts began to roll in by midnight…

Dad’s voicemail singing “happy birthday” and Mum’s prayer filled text message came in. 

Lots of audio messages, calls, display pictures of me on BBM, tagged pictures of me on facebook and Instagram.
I thought I could hide but I have amazing friends...

Sandii went to decorate me on Instagram, girl can make happy tears fall all around.

Storma wrote me a very lovely poem on Facebook.

Labour Tales...

I am not too sure the title was appropriate but at least I got you to read. :)

My friend, Chieme, sent this to me yesterday and I thought it was really amazing and I decided to share.

"I am constantly being dumbfounded by how labour pain brings two women from different social ladder who have never met themselves before, together. 

Few hours ago, their mothers were both in labour pain. They both walked around together in the labour room as though they have known themselves from Adam. They discussed as they walked. I couldn't fathom the subject of their discussion, but it will not be unrelated to their common enemy, which have made them friends, "labour pain". 

He arrived few minutes after her, and they were both kept in the same crib as though they are twins. They cried together as the nurses gave them injection. 

They have just become part of this harsh, unfriendly and difficult world. 

I am tempted to feel sorry for them, and I wish I could whisper to them to go back, but even though I were to do that, they wouldn't listen to me. 

I wish I could tell them about the ordeal I am currently experiencing. 

I wish I could tell them that whatever special care and attention they will receive is momentary. 

What will become of them, no one knows, but God. 

And I wonder if they will ever meet each other again. 

Even though they do, they will not know they cried together in the same crib. 

And they will never know I was one of those that lead their procession into this world. Life will remain a mystery. 

The above is my thought after we delivered two babies within the interval of 15 minutes".

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EXCUSES AND ALL!

Work! School! Photography! Family! Church!

I am not here to make excuses I will let that pass.

My friend asked why I wasn't writing anymore, so I typed out a long epistle explaining why I wasn't writing anymore...erased it, typed a few words and sent it, I don't want to make any excuses.

I will keep up this time.

I am sorry I have been away for too long.