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Don't try too hard to make any sense of it...just thinking out loud as usual!

Am open to suggestions….May be am getting ‘too comfortable’ in my comfort zone. Or is it lack of time management? Does it mean am unserious all these years, procrastinating g that I intend to write a book? I think I’ve said it more times than I can remember that,”I want to write a book” .Even some of my friends have asked me “what about your book now”? It was really thoughtful of them and they don’t realize how much I appreciate the fact that they think I can do it. I’ve always said that, my friends even have more faith and confidence in me than I in myself.
I was watching Oprah Winfrey’s show yesterday and she had a guest that has written a Book, which has accumulated millions of dollars, in the box office. The Book’s been Turned to a movie and it has gained popularity over the last five years or more. Don’t rack your brain, it’s not Harry Potter. Am leaving the details out as am not advertising for the movie…The movie has sold itself! What really interested me in all of this is the fa…

My mind's all over the place...gbami Olohun!

If I keep on saying “I need a vacation”,” I need a break”, I need a holiday”, the pressure’s just too much”, I need to breathe”. I need to get away from here for a little while”…It will seem like an excuse. But that’s just the plain truth..”I need a break from all of these mounting pressures every single day. I just don’t see any other way around it. I’ve made two mistakes I shouldn’t have made at the office, without even realizing it for over a week until now. Am not even sure how serious the damage is. But it appears to be reversible. Just a longer route and extra money to be spent on our side.


This of course isn’t the first of recurrent incidents lately, where I’ve been distracted. My mind’s all over the place and I have suddenly become incredulously forgetful. Am not saying I’ve got the memory of a genius. All am saying’s that it’s very unlike me to forget important things, be continually distracted. But it’s happening and I know it’s time for a ‘real break’. That wish seems to be…

It's your choice...

Am not afraid of colours. But am only realising that after all these years, I didn't know how reserved and ‘plain’ I was until I started watching this make-over show’ Style by Jury’. Don’t get me wrong...am not saying am deciding my style by some TV show. All am just saying’s that, it made me realise I’ve not been that flexible with colours. Even though I’ve always had my own style, taste and sense of fashion, I still lacked the sense of exploring which is typical of my nature. Am not a one-way traffic. I’m open to change and very flexible. I really didn’t realise how less of bright colours I’ve worn over the years. Looking back now, I realised I actually wore clothes as a teenager for their’ style’ and fitness, rather than what colour I really like. And in my adolescence, I tuned towards ‘earth colour’ with a blend of burgundy, red and especially brown. The green that was included in my wardrobe wasn’t really given a second thought.Hmmm! What is it they say about change! So, in my…

"I'm happy to have families and friends who care".....

Am happy tonight...Happier,livelier and more grateful even.
I've always said that the best things in life are not things.And today just goes to prove that the more.Even if I was back home in my country,I wouldn't have received this much wishes and prayers today,being my birthday.I would of course spend time with my families and maybe a few friends.But It feels so good and I feel particularly special because people I haven't set my eyes on in years...are wishing me a happy birthday.
In all honesty,am of the opinion that,people should be appreciated,recognised and rewarded for their efforts in their lifetime,not after they're dead.Posthumous awards can come after they've been recognised in their lifetime.The message is simple.."appreciate what you've got" before you have it no more!I will send my 'gratitude note' and post it on my Facebook profile,God willing.Each and everyone has made my day,and I am indeed very,very grateful.
Here're some…

Running against time,again!

I didn't forget my husband's birthday in January, but I slipped on our Seventh year Anniversary (the unofficial year's actually twelve this Month) in February. I honestly wouldn't really want to be reminded it's my birthday tomorrow because, it feels like each time I have any reason to write down today's date; am reminded tomorrow's twelfth. It’ll soon be over and done with (nothing's happening by the way).I've never celebrated any birthday anniversary my entire life. Unless someone celebrated my birthday, on my behalf, without my consent and knowledge, and in absentia.Anyway, as far as I can recall, I haven't had any and I don't miss a thing. So unless someone's going to become a 'genii' (not me) and make my fantasies come true...I'm not expecting any gifts. At least nothing 'material’. Am sure I may get a couple of text messages and maybe having my birth date and month (no year, sorry) on Facebook Profile page, will mea…

When the going gets tough....

It's the third of March already,sighting the date makes my heart skip a beat these days.I feel like am counting down to something.Am I?
Well,it's my birthday in nine days'time,God willing.And the truth is I know better than be anxious to grow older because,growing old does not necessarily mean getting wiser.maybe more experience,yes.But even though we are faced with a lot of experiences,we may still fail to learn from our mistakes.So am in no hurry to grow older.
The receptionist left!We're back right where we started.It wasn't a surprise as always because small establishments like ours can't afford the locals.Can one blame them?Afterall,this is their homecountry!
I had an appointment with the GP on Monday only to be referred to a General Surgeon who wants to drain my already'empty' pocket.I should have known Medical Aids fuelled these big hospitals,and not the peanuts of ordinary civilians like me....This is the time i miss being home again.We may not be …