GROW 2012: the Children Ministers Conference.

GROW 2012: the Children Ministers Conference.

Picture on my wall

I wrote this a few days after this last Valentine's day. A friend on Twitter mentioned that she's looking forward to the next Val's day, so I remembered it. Please enjoy!
I've got a picture of you on my wall, you know!
I took it while you weren't looking.
Gosh! I couldn't bear to let that moment go unnoticed.
Your eyes, they were ever so beautiful...
Bright as the day, could it be what you've got on me?
I couldn't bear staying without you so I took a

How I spent 2012 Father's day

Yes, I know, right! The title sounds like something from the pages of my Primary School English notebook… Well, it popped up on my Twitter timeline while I was trying about to start ranting about the day not going as planned. I’m one of those that travel to get to Church every Sunday. This Sunday I actually planned to be in Church, it was Father’s day, there sure will be some celebrating in Church and some fun too, not to mention the stuffs I had to do… “Crap!” I swore times over, commanding the rain to stop in the same breath. I had woken up early, did some little chores and while I got myself ready for service, the rain started full force. So, I decided to do a full face painting ;-)

This is all about me, indulge me please!

I'm not going to title this because I don’t know what to call it. Maybe I should, but here I am lost for words. It’s been a while I’ve written… Adeife persuaded severally over the past couple of months to write something, but I couldn’t be bothered; I wasn’t ready yet. Not ready to put heart on paper… not ready to talk… This is like the forcing of my hand, please pardon me… I’m writing because my mind is on overload, so full I’m going crazy… My heart is heavy, oh lead can’t be weightier! Can I speak? Will you listen? Wish my ink could flow faster; my fingers could type faster… that I might write quickly and run back to my shelter… The events of the last few days has been so heart wrenching… it’s so for me because this is the second time I’m written such in one year, with the circumstances being alike. I don’t wanna write

Please help him, help my brother!

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Happy Birthday, Dad

Today is my Dad’s birthday... I should call him, don’t you think? Well, I know I should but these days I kinda dread picking his call. Last one I picked went a little like this:

Me: Hello, daddy! How are you?

Dad: I’m well, thank God! How are you yourself?

Me: Fine

Dad: Since you refused to come see me so we could talk, let’s just have the talk now. (Over the years I’ve learnt to stall each time my dad insists on seeing me to have a talk... it’s usually about something I don’t want to talk about.)

Me: ok

Dad: Erm... it’s about you getting

Please call me back

This is what happens when your brain is overly creative...

I had an experience recently, one that only exists on the pages of a romance novel or a movie manuscript. An experience I am going to remember for a long long time...

I woke that morning determined not to let anyone get to me. Usually, I would wake up with an idea in mind what I was going to wear; it would have been easier if it wasn’t a Sunday morning. I was tired from the day before, it was my friend’s wedding and we were all over the place. I finally decided to go for a pair of jeans and a gray T-shirt my sister gave me at Christmas, giving me a look of someone going to a hangout spot rather than a Church service. Oh, I remember I had to set up the projector... NEPA took light while I was at it, I decided to go get money at the nearby ATM as I didn’t have cash on me. I had gone to the wedding think I would get cash from the ATM, but I somehow forgot about that until it was morning. Remembering my