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