Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Live Life
Don't date because you are desperate.
Don't marry because you are miserable.
Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.
Don't philander because you think you are irresistible.
Don't associate with people you can't trust.
Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend.
Don't dictate because you are smarter
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Double Wahala!
Friday, August 12, 2011
So I got married in the Bahamas
I got married yesterday in the Bahamas and this is how it all began! Enjoy... I'm still accepting gifts by the way. Thank you!
am so glad for you finally
Wednesday at 11:58am ·
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Footprints across my heart
I was a fresh graduate living in Sango Ota after about 4 months of graduation, when I met her. I had come for CLF Alumni meeting for the first time
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Before you walked out of my life…
Gotcha! It’s not what you are thinking! Well, I've been heartbroken a couple of times but I’m not talking about that now… or maybe I should just talk about it, I could still adapt this title.
Most of the most life changing heartbreaks I’ve had didn’t result from a dating relationship gone bad, but they were from friends and family, most of whom don’t even know they had ever broken my tender, fragile heart. The most recent one is… I don’t remember the sequence and because I’ve moved on, I’m not talking about them. Just know that whenever you open my FB profile and you see my 500+ friends, some of my chief heartbreakers are among those numbers. Don’t get me wrong, I love them is why they are there. You see, my heart is very fragile; it breaks easy and mends fully much faster than it breaks. So, they are forgiven too; isn’t that the whole essence of love!
Who walked out of my life? Many people! Top of them being the person that made me write this post. Thoughts of him! I hadn’t been in the best of moods for the most of two days. Don’t blame me; things haven’t been as I wanted them, God has been good though! To crown it all, I fell down and twisted my ankle as I was climbing off a bus, the conductor and driver of which were in too much of a hurry to wait for my second foot to land before taking off (remind me to buy my car this year!) The stupid guys had to wait though, after causing the harm! Guess what? Everyone that helped or tried not to help blamed it on my new 5 inch platform sandals. It was a gift I received that morning. I’ll talk about that later! So, I’ve been out of office a while, gone to check a friend that lives around; we had a deal to finish and she has this way of forgetting things! Ehn… I just tire for that girl o! I came back, unlocked my computer (it’s almost always on until light goes and it runs out of battery!) The first thing I saw was a friend request notification on my Facebook (I’ve grown into the habit of watching out for those. Thank God for FB, some geeks might never have had a “social” life…) Anyway, this notification was a delightsome on. It was all I could do to keep from screaming “I found him!” Oh, I found him! Or should I say he’s found me? Oh, how I missed him! He promised me he was gonna come back, but he didn’t. at least, not back then, when I needed him.
“Adeife,” that’s what everybody called him. But not me! I would call him David (or was is the other way around? Don’t remember jor! It’s been over 6yrs, you see. Hmm… I don old o!) A friend was asking me yesterday if I was gonna show for another friend’s wedding… Then she said “Seyi, wen be ur wedding now?” Then I told her “I’ll let you when I know.” I later added “U’ll be the 4th to know, when I say yes to him!” (You see she was the 3rd to ask this week and the fourth I promised to tell… actually the fifth; one of my Lecturers Herr Olagunju has asked about 2 weeks ago! He had opened a chat with me, not knowing I wasn’t on seat! (Don’t blame me, blame Swift NG!) At this point, I think I need tostart building a database of people that should know before Mr Facebook does… 1) Damola 2) Tosin 3) Wale 4) Ibiyemi or Mr Olagunju… I’ll just add everybody else later! Oh back to Adeife or is it David? David, (I know you’re reading this,) what did I used to call you? I always had my my way of calling the people in my life that are dear to me. For example, there was Olumide, people called him Mabo, I called him Keji! There was Ojoma, they would call her Oj, but I would call the name in full. There was Ayomibo, I would call the full name while everyone would either say AY, Ayo or Mibo! It was easy for my friends to know I was the one calling… and I enjoyed it! I kept close to my heart, names and faces and I loved them dearly… I was a lover! But, what happened to me? Why am I like this? Life happens; a story for another day.
Before he walked… I had met him through Ojoma Ali, like I did most of my other friends. You see, there are people in my life today that I had no business meeting, but thanks to my friendly friends Ojoma and Joy, I met wonderful people. That, I believe, is life changing! He had just surfaced in Fellowship, he would come once every while… I don’t remember the whole story, my mind is playing a little “boju boju” game with me. What I did remember is that he was one of the few guys that I even allowed to hold me close (by the way David, I’m no longer that “lepa” babe you used to hold. You are in for a surprise of your life, when we see!) I said hold. Well, yes, hold! And that is because he easily sailed from the league of acquaintances to that of family… and oh, did I love him! So dearly that you would think “erm… are they ok?” He would come to my room, and we would gist till I remembered I needed to go read, then he would walk me to my hostel and wait for me to pick my books and we would walk back to academics talking and gisting… I would pour out my whle heart to him and he would his (part of it at least… because I tell you, that guy’s heart was full of all sorts… more than my tender brain could grasp!)
I remember now! The smile, that used to light up his face… and those cute dimples! His smile would light up any dark room. I don’t rightly remember now, what we used to discuss, but one thing I know, I used to leave his presence light hearted and looking forward to seeing him the next day. Now why don’t I remember our conversations? Aha! “You are at it again!” That’s my mind I’m talking to. That year and the 3-4 years that followed were some trying periods in my life, that only God could put me through. Emotions were what ran most of my days then and the nights were ruled by nightmares that sent my heart racing every night (times & seasons of Seyi! Watch for the movie!) So, I guess, to protect itself, my mind has hidden a lot of memories… I hope it hasn’t wiped some out altogether! Though I’ve forgotten our line of discussion, I can never forget his undivided attention when I talked to him nor can I ever ever forget the day he told me he was leaving… It was all I could do to keep from crying. I wanted to convince him to stay… I wanted to tell him… but tell him what? In his “wisdom,” he had weighed his options and made a decision; he needed to go! Ha, my heart couldn’t take it! Less than a year after he left, turbulence came, then I lost him, I lost a lot of folks in my life… For the most part of 3 years after that, I was sick, at many times I was within an inch of my life… life happens…
He had taken time to explain to me his reasons, most of which I don’t remember (my wonderful mind!) From the view of a deviant (someone that’s out to challenge life, unlike some of us that are being challenged by life,) he had good reasons, but from the viewpoint of the rest of us, he was not serious! I knew he must have had good reasons, but I wasn’t sure… (sigh) Life happens! I do remember a friend telling me how unserious they thought he was for leaving school. I wonder if they still hold such opinion now… I couldn’t bare seeing him leave. How could I let him go? He was my tell-all friend; my brother from another mother!
I’m grateful to him for a lot of things, chief of which is talking. He brought Seyi out of me! Growing up, I wouldn’t even talk to myself, I would rather write down my thoughts. It was easier, the book would never misunderstand me or talk back rashly at me or even interrupt me when I talk, as I used to stutter as a kid and I would forget what I had to say each time I was interrupted. So, lots of emotions would build up as a result of being unexpressed. I remember it was easier to talk to my Dad with a letter than talk to him face to face… you get it all out that way and wait for the consequences of your actionJ But thanks to David and other people, I learned to talk my mind and make sense with what I say. He would interrupt me, and drill me till I remembered what I had been saying… For some of my other friends, I had to make a conscious effort to remember whatever I tell them because they had a way of turning things around. Some of them were more of investigators than listeners… always looking for loops… I learned to express my thoughts and also how not to forget what I had to say while I listen to others talk.
As I fondly remember you and appreciate you before you or I die, I remain grateful to God for bringing you my way… Thank you, David. Before you walked, you made me stand. Before you walked out, you carried me along. Before you walked out of my life, I stood tall, ready to face life…
This has been fun! I think I’m going be doing this often for my friends as many have walked through my life leaving prints, that I can wait to they are dead to appreciate them… so watch out for the next edition FOOTPRINTS ACROSS MY HEART. Make I start to dey put my biography together little by little, in case I get to busy saving the world, to do it all at once! J
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Monday, July 4, 2011
Really, I'm so in love...
I put this up on my status on FB once and I had friend saying things... Well this is not me this time; it's part 2 of Bisi's diary "Should I go? Should I stay?" Enjoy...
Really, I’ve tasted it… oh, how sweet this is! Didn’t know it’s this beautiful… Joy unspeakable… No wonder the wise Solomon described a satisfied desire as a tree of life. Can you believe it… Really, can I? My waiting has not been in vain. “Hmm, let’s know the reason for soliloquy!” you would say.
Once during a “girls time out,” a friend likened Joy to the fruit Apple, I agreed with her then. But today, I believe joy is sweeter, especially when it’s a result of a long time desire of one’s heart…
Hmm… He has been in Abuja a while now, for most of his life, I believe. And I’m a Lagos babe! So, we had to communicate by correspondence and thank God for Facebook; it’s a life saver. We had not seen for the most part of 4 years. Did I say 4? Yes, 4 long years… he came in and as I was helping him settle in, putting away his luggage and all, he was complaining about all he had gone through to get here, how things could work better in the country and all. I sat down in the couch, the back of which he sat on and was looking up at him; listening intently to all he had to say… Then he was done talking, but he still looked distressed. My heart melted and all I could think of was, what to do to calm his distress. What really could be wrong? Is there more, or is this all? How can I help? I just couldn’t bear seeing him distressed as he was… Hmm, love is a mystery… this was the same person I was wondering if I should stay by or go without a few weeks ago… For the risk of getting hurt again, should I let go of my love of about 6-7 years or should I stay and enjoy the moment, living in each moment as it unfolds? (ok, let’s quit wondering ‘cause my love is still distressed.)
So I asked “is that what’s bothering you or is there still more? You look way too distressed, and you know I don’t like for you to be.” He was quiet, but his face looked as though he didn’t quite know how to express his distress. So, for a few seconds which seemed then like eternity, he was quiet… (I wanted to get down to gist, but there we were.) “What really is this thing eating this guy away like this?” I thought, because this was a guy that would ask about every detail of my life… It beat me… Then, he blared out “let’s just get married!” The silence that followed was deafening. In a bid to calm is nerves, I had knelt with left knee on the couch and my right foot was on the floor of our friend’s living room, but as he said those words, my right knee just couldn’t hold me up any longer… I sank into the couch, paralyzed by a feeling that was strange to me; paralyzed by words I had be waiting to hear for 4 long years… my heart forgot to beat for what seemed like forever and I was speechless (my turn to be quiet,) every attempt to talk was one mutter of incoherent utterance or the other… “but…” Are you…” “I…” They made no sense whether together or separately. As thoughts ran through my mind, I attempt to form words with them, but one seemed to chase the other from my mind and everything in me was singing songs of the angels… Oh, I glimpsed eternity…
We watch movies and we see the lady screaming “yes, yes, yes” ever so joyful… But I wasn’t, that must have informed his next action. He came down into the chair and sat by me, holding my head in his hands and with my face a few inches from his, he said to me “that’s the reason you’ve been confused all this while, (he must have been reading my diary) just marry me…” Then…
I woke up! Oh, I woke up! I was about to tell him, I was not confused, I wanted to tell how much I love him, but I woke up! Oh, I woke up. And though it was a dream, my heart coulding stop experiencing what seemed to have astounded it so much that it forgot to beat. Even I had to search within myself and test this feeling, this sensation to see what it really was. First, it was too tangible to be called a feeling and sensation doesn’t quit describe it. Then it occurred to me; “this is it!” I thought out loud. “This must be it! No, it’s not fear… Fear takes away the peace, but my peace is right here in my heart” I said, feeling my heart with right hand.”But, there’s something else there!” Yes there was, it was joy! Yes, joy unspeakable. I love it! I love it! O yes, I love him! O, such joy! O, such beautiful, amazing, heartbeat-skipping, indescribable joy… In my heart!
O, I love it! I love it, I love you! I knew you’re going to be reading this, soon. This joy is so… What makes it sweeter is the love that had engulfed my heart, keeping it warm in spite of the cold in the world. I want you to know I love you! Though, it was a dream, my faith in your love for me has grown even stronger… God has given me a proof to hold on to, just when I was about to let go of my dream, our dream of 6 years… Oh, I love it, I love it, I love you! Just for the record, I’ll love you always, if that’s the only thing I do… and marry you again and again…
O, I love it!
Bisi 02:12-03/07/11
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photo: fanpop.com
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Should I go? Should I stay?
Questions hard to answer! I’m caught between it all. Going means letting go of what I’ve kept over 6 years. Staying means putting my heart on the line. Which of these is easier to do? I love him, but I’m scared that I’m only playing into his hands. Did I just say “love?” Yes, I did… I finally decided that’s what all this is about. Letting go then, was one of the most painful things my tender heart ever had to endure. Now that there’s a ray of hope, should I just hold on to it… I wonder how things are going to play out. But, can this fragile heart take one more disappointment; can I take yet another letting down, after putting all hopes in this one place? The first letting down was by me, can I ever forgive myself or even him, if he does the letting down this time?
Back then, we had something special… though we never spoke about it. It was nice being around each other… Oh, how much fun we had together! I remember the day I became an Arsenal Fan. I had just finished from a meeting and took a while leaving the meeting venue, on my way out I met him on his way in. He was hurrying down to a viewing centre to watch an Arsenal march against what team was that again? I don’t remember jor! Well, he dragged me along and we watch the match together. During the half time break, he asked me “what football team do you support?” I said none. So, he asked me to become an Arsenal fan. Don’t remember how many games we watch together thereafter… And oh, we won that game, one of the few games I’ve watched Arsenal win… J He took me out for dinner after the game and we walked hand in hand back to class… laughing and chatting in simple… (what do I call that, sef?) Back when life was simple, we just simply enjoyed each other’s company…
How did things ever get complicated? Rather than focus on being friends, we got ourselves distracted by other people’s comments, remarks and opinions… I heard somewhere yesterday that “in twenty years time, you will regret things more things you didn’t do than things you did… I wish I had done things better, really I do… But then, here I am with the opportunity to do it again, what do I do? Should I count myself lucky, that I have it to do again or should I just walk knowing it’s one of those things are not meant to be? Hmm… I sigh more often than I’ve done in many months, these days… Why am I letting this take my peace? I’m baring my heart on a paper; can I say all these to his face? I’m not sure yet, but what if he gets to read this? The thought of it alone, makes me want to cover my face with my hands. Anxiety, barely even sleep at night, with adrenaline pumping through my body round the clock. Sometimes, it feels as though the adrenaline content is more than the red blood cells; as though it has replaced them all. It’ll be easier if I can hear it directly from him. If I can hear him say it, then each time doubt rises up, I would confront it with what he says… hmm… I sigh again… I’m just wondering if going along will not be a pleasurable ride.
Letting go, on the other hand, is the best thing a girl can do to protect her fragile heart. But, the issue is an empty barn is clean, but empty barn produces no income. Babe, it is well! I have to make a decision… Many times in my life, I’ve found myself at a T-junction; at cross roads… Should I turn to the left or to the right? Should I stay at the end of the road, and wait… Waiting for what? I wonder! I’ll make a decision and stand by it… But, what would that be… Go or stay?
I will stay; I’ll enjoy the moment… living in my moments is the best thing I can do for myself… I’m in control and I’m not losing it to circumstances. I’ll go on a ride of a lifetime with him, yes, I will!
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Thursday, May 12, 2011
Diary of a Soldier’s wife (looking back 20 yrs)
Things changed all of a sudden and before I knew it, I sitting in a van looking at my fiancé getting behind the wheels of an armored personnel carrier. Before zooming off, he blew me a kiss and said he love me. That began a turnaround in my love story; my fantasy could no longer be…
We got married about 4 years after and though I don’t remember the wedding ceremony I do remember how I would hold him in my embrace each time he got back, knowing that I soon would have to say goodbye again. I remember going to the base each time they were back from their tours, which took months, sometimes years. Though I would try to be strong, he knew too well how I had suffered in silence, especially in his absence.
Though he is retired after investing 44 years of his life in his country, I can’t forget that sensation, that awareness of him that was always in my heart when I think of him so far away… I can’t call it feeling, because it was more than that; I could always sense he was alive, when he was in danger. I always knew he needed my prayers. My trouble years as a teenager and a young woman paid off, as they served as a training ground for me to pray for my husband day and night. I would pray and pray for him until all strength went out of me. I would pray for his protection, that he would be a light to every unit he was posted to, drawing everyone to Christ with his life. He became a beacon that everyone looked to and he never wasted time in pointing them to Christ. He was one of the few soldiers that never fell ill; he didn’t even have a single bullet wound throughout his military career. So that stood him out; he either wasn’t going his job or there was something different about him. And there was; he has Christ and a praying wife who loves him. I don’t know whether it is right for Christians to be soldiers and go to war “killing people.” But, I do know this: God protects Christian Soldier out there on the battlefield; my husband is a testimony.
God has used his life to save many young Soldiers out there on the field; whether on camp while they were chatting, while a soldier on his unit was mortally wounded and he led him to Christ on his last breath or when all else failed (especially medical science,) and he had to lay his hand on the young in faith that Jesus is the healer. He was never a preacher out there, but he always took his time to talk about the God he know for himself and God did use him for the Soldiers of our country that went out with him. His career was a fairy tale that was all too real.
Now, we spent our time counseling young military men and women; he counsels the mostly the soldiers and I focus on their wives and families, helping them go through life in the military with the ease that comes with having the Grace of God upon your life.
I waited all my life to have a good Christian man, but every night I lie beside him, watching him go to rest after laying down every troubles at the Master’s feet, I simply thank God for giving me the BEST Christian man as my husband. I asked for cake, but He gave it to me with icing, so that even after 57 years of marriage, he is the next best thing that ever happened to me after salvation.
-Amanda
Monday, March 21, 2011
"God said!"
Recently, I met a guy in a bank and couple of weeks later he told me “God said…” In the space of the few minutes he spent explaining, I asked myself: ‘did God really say? How can “God said” and I didn’t know it?” The guy had an answer for my questions: “maybe you’ve not been listening…” I laughed out loud as his statement took me back in the days…
BJ girl should remember this story… you too ISE… I had met this guy during Thursday service; guess I sat beside him. We exchanged contacts after service; it was those fellowship days when you’re asked to meet with the person on side and follow them up. We followed up alright; he would come around. Oops I’ve forgotten his name. So let’s called him Bro F. He would come around every once a while… That was V10 Moza (that I remember.) He wasn’t stalking but it could be choking. However, I grew fond of him. That comes easy with me; everyone becomes my friend, brother, sister or cousin… (I even had my twin, once a sister, another time a brother.)
Yeah, let’s talk about everyone being family. I visited a friend once in block 1 Faj hall. I easily became friends with the roommates. Mr E. one of the roommates started visiting me, but had issues I didn’t seem to see the basis. He is a lot better now, but just as crazy as ever, so when you see him don’t say I talked him bad. While I was one person that loved bringing people into my spotlight, he didn’t like sharing his. So he would come visit me and we would talk about him, his life, his issues blah blah blah… It was getting boriiiiiiiiiiing. Did we argue or what? We would argue his opinion of himself, mine of him and my remedies were not go area for him. Why then did he stick around? It beats me o! I learnt arguing under his tutelage J But my heart did go out to him, because I understood how real some of his issues were; some serious than he put them. So I would pray for God to reach him and heal his heart.
About his spotlight issues; he sure noticed too quickly how I said “hi” to everyone, called most “sweetie,” pecked a few and hugged most. In his view, I was the one person that hugged the most (that he ever knew.) And oh… I never used to hug him. I’m sorry, but I didn’t have anything againt him, he just hadn’t become “family” yet. He didn’t know that then, so he was more of a grouch around me. He started complaining about how I knew too many and hug way too many people. It was after like the hundredth argument on this same issue, that I realized I hadn’t even hugged him once. Oops… I said “Mr E., is it because I’ve not been hugging you? I will start hugging you from now on.” He said he didn’t wanat my hugs, since they meant nothing to me… Beat that! He did become “family” some two years later; he was such a life saver. (Mr E. if you are reading this; thanks. You’re a godsend)
Away from Mr. E. now, Bro F. came around one day and told me about how they would usually have morning devotions at home. He had been away for about two weeks… While at home, he received a revelation from God during one of their daily devotion times, and “God said…” They prayed about it and his mom asked him to go ahead and speak to the girl in question (that would be me o! Imagine that! J) I was a bit confused, (not a bit, a whole lot confused.) “How would God say, when my heart says something else? How come God said and He did tell me first? Abi, I was not listening ni?” I spent time listening… to what? It was hard to listen because there was somebody else, somewhere else whom I was… (blush… the thought still brings blush to my cheeks…) But…
Time to talk about the object of my thoughts (still can’t stop blushing, really J) He was about my closest pal back then, we would read together, talk for hours after leaving class. And he would see me off to the entrance of my hostel; there we would be still it dawns into a new beautiful day. I’m sure I never used to have nightmares. You would hope that people would just walk by and do as if they didn’t notice anything. NO! They would show it to your face; someone might ask “Seyi, where is M. (assume that’s his name?) I haven’t seen him in class tonight. Is he going to come?” They nearly drove me crazy when he traveled. (I can’t suffer like that again…) Once while the school was closed, I went to spent Xmas with my close friend, even her sister teased me about the fact that the guy visited only because I was in town, that since they had known each other, M. had never visited them even though they lived in the same town. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the attention, but it would have been more fun if there was really something. Though, at a point in time or another he crept his way into my heart. I’m not sure I can use the ‘L’ word but I did enjoy his company and of course his attention; I remember the day he noticed I tinted my hair oxblood J. Not saying it could have; I’m sure I’m wishing it is, but I don’t think I want to stop the spark. However, I wonder if I shouldn’t keep the fire burning. I hope I don’t get burnt o!) If you know the story, don’t tell it until we know where it ends. (Songs of Solomon 8:4 my paraphrase)
Back to my confusion “How could God have said… to him, when this spark inside of me has grown to become a little fire.” All I needed was more oxygen. Anyways, it was a couple of days to Val… He promised to come around Val’s day, so I waited… I visited with my girls as it was the custom (I've never been able to resist cakes or chocolates.) So, I would usually go around visiting my girlfriends, sampling cakes, chocolates and having gist about everything or anyone that the season featured (boyfriends; present, future and past, gifts.) When I was done with cake and chocolate sampling, I waited a while and didn’t see him, so I went to visit my peeps 2 rooms away; my V8 crew. While Ise, BJ and I went on with gist, I mention that I was meant to have a date (oh, it was a Saturday!) We got talking about who the guy was, and by the time I was done describing him, BJ knew him. Guess what! He had told her “God said…” about a year before; same lyrics, maybe with a different melody line though… Few minutes later, we saw him on his way out of the hostel and that was the last time I heard “God said…” from him. Now I remember what added to my confusion, I’ve never liked fair guys for more than friends, I sure can count how many of those I have as friends.
Oh I didn’t forget the young man from the recent past; called Mr. B. Couldn’t stop laughing that wicked knowing laugh of someone who’s grown wiser, having been scammed once, twice or thrice by the same old trick… (The kind you laugh when you are about to burst somebody’s bubble.) I once heard a story of a guy that had approached every lady in our circle with the same “God said…” I wasn’t in town then, maybe he would have tried it on me too. Laughable thing was the fact that he tried it on one of the married women among us. He didn’t know she was married with 2 kids and pregnant with the third (lovely kids they are.)
Oh, “God said…” has resulted in lots of marriages that have now become detrimental to the faith of the few young ladies out there who are "waiting" on the Lord. Some of the questions that ran through my mind after Mr. B. left were “what if?” “What if he was right; I was not listening?” “What if God really said?” “Did he really say “God said…” or was I the one hearing things?” This time I was not confused, I told him “God wouldn't say such a thing without telling me first.” Then he said that I wasn’t listening. He even ventured saying I probably don’t know what God was saying since I didn’t know how to listen to God. My eyes turned red (oju mi pakonakona) and I said “how dare you?” walked him out of my presence. Am I really hearing? From whom? Have you ever checked who this God is? Is He my Almighty God or some “g-o-d” that is a fragment of what some pastor had painted into their… (oh it’s Wale… I have to go for now. I have to help him with his Portfolio. I would be back.)
Oh, thank God, Wale is off my case. (He kept me from doing anything else but his portfolio; I couldn’t even think of anything else. He has his way of getting into your thoughts…) Now that I am done, let’s go back to my story. Where was I? …ok …head. (Sigh) I wonder what it will be like to follow every “God said…” without having a checker on the inside of you. Imagine having to fall for that of Bro. F. (sigh.) I would be devastated to find out that “God said…” to other girls in the same hostel as me. By the way, my Val’s day was beautiful, Sunday was the Val’s Ball Service in Church and I had a wonderful date… (Don’t ask me who that was! Inbox me if you know)
Where my girls at! Next time some guy says “God said…” (you know that line,) ask him “which GOD?” He doesn’t “said” to other people what he hadn’t “said” to you.
From my diary… 07:16-210311
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