EVER WONDERING MINDS (man meets God)

Dear man, Your strength is not in the muscles around your arms and thighs neither is it in your ability to lift a thousand reps of dumbbells. Your strength is not in the lifting of your chest against your opponent neither is it in the head boot you give in a fight. Your strength is not in your stature; huge or little neither is it in the ability to use your fist in defense. But; Your strength lies in the right decisions you take even when the odds are against you Your strength lies in your passion to succeed amidst every obstacle Your strength lies in the sincerity of your silence because it is golden NOTE I met Michael some few days ago, and unlike me, I was interested in knowing more about this guy. He is not one I will describe as a person with disability, though the world will label him disabled, neither is he someone I will describe as less privileged as oppose many of us out there who had the privileges of a middle class family. But

PATHS THAT TAUGHT LIFE Take me back to the old Paths, when Moms were at home. Dads were at work. Brothers went into the army. And sisters got married BEFORE having children! Crime did not pay; Hard work did; And people knew the difference. Moms could cook; Dads would work; Children would behave... Husbands were loving; Wives were supportive; and children were polite. Women wore the dresses; and Men wore the trousers. Women looked like ladies;Men looked like gentlemen; and children looked decent. People loved the truth, and hated a lie; They came to church to get IN, Not to get OUT! Hymns sounded Godly; Sermons sounded helpful; Rejoicing sounded normal; and crying sounded sincere. Cursing was wicked; Drinking was evil; and divorce was unthinkable. We read the Bible in public; Prayed in school; And preached from house to house. To be called a Christian was worth living for; To be called a traitor was a shame! Sex was a p

BLA-BLA -BLA The world might not accept me It might say; I'm too tall or I'm too short I'm too fat or I'm too slim I'm too dark or I'm too fair I'm too quiet or I'm too loud I'm too hard-working or I'm too lazy I'm too intelligent or I'm too dull I'm too beautiful or I'm too ugly I'm too good or I'm too bad I'm too rich or I'm too poor I'm too fast or I'm too slow I'm too proud or I'm too humble I'm too honest or I'm too dishonest I'm too blessed or I'm too stressed So therefore Lord teach me to be who I am for you and not for the world. NOTE If you keep living life thinking you can shut or change the world, then I doubt you'll ever have peace in this life cause, there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop the world from talking. (Just do your quota and leave the rest) You've  got to filter the voices in the world because if y

DEAR DREAMER ( Your dreams can be your Reality) A sad feeling consumed him as saw his aged father sit outside his old  dilapitated house . His father had every potential of a modern day Gates but ended a dreamer. It made him have a deep thought for his future cause he didn't want to have the same end "A DREAMER".  So; He entered into his hut,shut the door made of straw and sat at a corner in the dark. He  cried out in a mild tone for he was tired of dreaming of when and of how. He knew he had a lot in him to be seen and felt though he didn't know how this courageous dreams would play out.  Yet with faith in his heart,  tears in his eyes and hope for his future, he picked  his pen and a piece of nicely cut paper. The youngster knew his ink will never fade out and a look at what he scribbles in that inconveniencing corner as he cried will be a constant reminder of what lies ahead of him so he penned down his courage ..... .....          

STOP EXISTING AND START LIVING.. At the back of his home under the big old tree with branches and bright green leaves growing from its twig creating a shade like an umbrella sat the veteran, with the cool breeze, peaceful scent of the air and falling dry brown leaves arranged like cards on the floor, his chair placed strategically where he could watch the ships sailing afar off, he brought out a shiny metallic blue box, opened it, took out a stick from the arranged cigar, lit it with a lighter, then closed his shiny blue box and gently he placed the brown stick in between his lips, with his head placed backward on the wooden chair, his sharp blues eyes closed and his silverish grey hair swaying with the wind he dragged in his breath inhaling the cigar and puffed out his thoughts.. .... I like to be free, I don't know what that is, I question my thoughts and analyze my intentions. Quietly whispered the old veteran My life has not been the picture of life it h

THE ORDEAL OF A BLIND HEART (ACT OF THANKFULNESS) This life is beautiful although I don't see the beauty, is it a color or a thing? I hear people say it, I'm not doubting what I hear but all I'm saying is I can’t see what they say. Every day I'm alive I wear a smile on my face and head straight to my normal routine, prayer first, water second, brushing, bathing, dressing up and ou...... it's a wrap, the day comes to an end and I'm yet to see the beauty. Although I haven't seen with my eyes what I want to see neither have I heard with my ears what I want to hear but I can feel my breath as it escapes my nostrils so I say thank-you I'm alive to hope again. It's another morning and I hear the cock crow, the sound of morning calls and the disturbed atmosphere begins to find a balance. I stretch and turn, toss and face in my pillow as I don't know what to expect in the day. Still I lay in my bed with my eyes shut but this time ti

 life is in stages...  you take a step,                                                   you hop next                                                                                                                                           and  you jump... ... "for it is in retracing your steps you right your wrongs and in righting you wrongs you hop onto your purpose and in your purpose you find your self". THEREFORE d on't be scared to take those giant strides in life. YOU ARE NOT YOUR MISTAKES The first time I made one, my world felt like it had ended The air I breathe suddenly felt contaminated, The life I had, became thin like the line on a life support machine, The eyes I see with my eyes became my shame, I didn't keep up to their expectations of me, I hid and Found a place in me I had never been " Regret, Self-pity, and Shame " They became the me that used to walk with a head up,so high,