I was taught to see religion as an obligation, a job, and a compulsory exercise, I was never taught to see it as a relationship, which is exactly what it is…
What is religion, why do we put segregation ahead, why are we making living a hell? Why do we call God a liar when it is clear that He loves us unconditionally? Are we saying God needs 50% of our love for Him to love us back? Are we saying God is a fiction of our imagination, because if you truly believe Him, you’ll know His Love knows no bound. Does love judge, does love hate, does love segregate?
What’s the point we all are trying to index, when we say Adam changed the human race from having eternal life to being subjected to death? Do you think it’s ok to believe that God could ever make a mistake, or that He wasn’t sure at the time that the fruit in the garden would attract Adam? Never forget that God will never tempt, James 1:13.
If you think this doesn’t sound right, remember that Gods thinking supersedes the wisest men ever to live on earth. Einstein, king Solomon, Nostradamus etc. “His ways different from ours”, doesn’t that mean something to you? So Adam ate the fruit and was banished from the garden of eden by God, but who did we hear of when Cain was scared of being attacked and killed.
Is that question too deep? If it is, then why judge others for having the same belief, which is, ignoring questions that can eventually make you grow. So is our religion strict on matters that need answers? Or God personally told our leaders to avoid questions coming from the Bible that might change a lot of beliefs.
Now, tradition is embedded in our religion so much that we can no longer differentiate or separate them. Is this what we should be proud of? Now that technology rules, things keep changing in both negative and positive ways, and I know how hard it is to accept changes, but take the time out to think about this.
Did Abraham have the Ten Commandments to keep him on track? Why didn’t Moses choose a king for Israel? Why did Malachi change the message of tithing? “See Deuteronomy 14:28 & 29”. Why was religion against Jesus, why did religion kill Him? God chose to appear to us as a human being, but what did we do? We killed Him. And what did He preach? Love, the one thing we lack.
The end result of refusing to adapt is judgement. John 8:7 shows us how to relate with judgement, who is guilty and who is innocent. Mans number one enemy apart from the devil has always been changes. If God could adapt to changes, who are we to judge against it; didn’t God say He’ll judge and punish sinners down to their children’s children? Numbers 14:18, but if your father is a glorified sinner does that affect you even if you believe in Christ?
I’m tired of making points to prove that a lot of Christians are driving people away from God instead of Winning souls for Him. What’s the point you’re trying to make if you eventually make heaven and your neighbors don’t? It’s pointless being a Christian when all you do is judge. Well this is what I believe I should do; sow a seed in the lives of people reading this. I’m not ashamed of my thoughts, or what I say because I believe I am a direct descendant of God, because He made me the way I Am (in His own image), and if it wasn’t so then why would He give me the mind I have? If your God is small, mine is not. Be wise, sow the right seed in people’s minds and you’ll be rewarded.
Today’s the first day of the year, a day of jubilation, a day of new resolutions, a day to show love and a day of new chapters, all good things in check, but I can’t stop thinking about my elder brother who lost his life around may 2015. He was in his early thirties and had just recovered from depression, and so he took to a new hobby, jogging round our estate atleast once and then retire for the day, it was a 48 min walk of about 2 miles, it was what he had come to Love.
It was painful enough to bear that he had died young, and then the cause of death, this was all too much, he died while jogging. He was fine when he left home, he had eaten, he didn’t have a foe, he was easy going and quiet. So we had suspected that it might have been food poisoning, so we requested an autopsy, the result was truly shocking.
The reason I’m bringing this up today is because I’ve mourned my brother for so long and I kept playing scenarios in my head of how I would have saved him had I known his sudden weight gain was as a result of his coronary artery being clogged and that his sedentary lifestyle due to the phase of depression in his life could have been a cause for heart attack.
The only way I can feel fulfilled is if I share with you signs that can possibly lead to this fatal disease and how to avoid it, or treat it at an early stage, atleast doing my part, so that a loved one could be saved also, because I feel I owe him this.
This is my new years gift to you; I’m not a medical doctor but I sure know there are a lot of drugs out there to prevent or reduce the chances of heart attacks but I’ve come to realize non does it better than Lipitor, for those wondering why I choose Lipitor, I’ll explain;
Out of the most common symptoms, inherited traits take the biggest share of cake when it comes to young victims, my brother was too young to die of a heart attack, I know there are stories of victims way younger than him, but this is the point I’m raising, no young person should die of a heart attack. With treatments like this my brother would have survived, if we knew about these symptoms and how to go about it. Here are symptoms that we should look out for People with heart attack may experience:
Pain areas: in the area between shoulder blades, arm, chest, jaw, left arm, or upper abdomen
Pain circumstances: can occur during rest
Pain types: can be like a clenched fist in the chest
Gastrointestinal: heartburn, indigestion, nausea, or vomiting
Neck: discomfort or tightness
Arm: discomfort or tightness
Chest: discomfort or tightness
Also common: anxiety, feeling of impending doom, palpitations, shortness of breath, or shoulder discomfort
Critical: consult a doctor for medical advice
Sources: College of Medicine, University of Ibadan Nigeria and others.
These are the conditions Lipitor can treat,
combined high blood cholesterol and triglyceride level
hardening of the arteries due to plaque buildup
treatment to prevent a heart attack
homozygous inherited high blood cholesterol
primary prevention of heart attack
excessive fat in the blood
high amount of triglyceride in the blood
Increased Triglycerides and Cholesterol
treatment to slow progression of coronary artery disease
heterozygous inherited high blood cholesterol
prevention of transient ischemic attack
There’s so much happening around us that we fail to pay attention to details that could save either our lives or that of a loved one. It is a great achievement to the medical community knowing that so many people are paying more attention to Yoga classes now, but it’s not enough when you already have a trait in you.
Years ago, 2010 to be precise, I had a public meltdown in a city I will never visit again, not because of the meltdown, but because of the activities giving the city wrong reputations. The city Maiduguri is the state capital of Borno a state in Nigeria where the popular Boko Haram insurgency was born. For those still lost, Borno is the Nigerian state where 276 chibok high school girls where kidnapped by the infamous terrorist group called Boko Haram which led to the birth of the hashtag #bringbackourgirls campaign that trended for a while and subsequently died down due to the unreasonable nature of the insurgent group. I happened to be among the first witnesses of the incident (the birth of Boko Haram), and subsequent incidences until I left the city. While in Maiduguri I kept a journal, and recorded every single incident (personal) and thought, at first they were just random thoughts and accounts until I decided to bring them together in a book I decided to call My own album. In this not published book I had captured thoughts, muses and a couple of my accounts which I arranged as one would a photo album (according to memories), but instead of using pictures I used my muses and thoughts. A few of my friends advised me to make a hard copy, so I did. I made about 5 copies of the book and distributed to five different friends and well wishers, but by the time I had left Maiduguri I owned only a soft copy, which would have been great if my computer hadn’t crashed a year later. Frustrated at myself for not saving any of this documents on any of the clouds, I decided to stop writing. I gradually lost the fire of innovation and remained unproductive for years until I realized how wrong I was. As a writer it is my duty to tell my tale to the world no matter the circumstances so In 2015 i started a blog and named it African and Proud, but still needed encouragement which I never got, until I decided to give my self one in the year 2017. On the blog I decided to bring back to life all the flame I had lost in putting words together, and my expressions kept getting better till I came face to face with my ambition once more, and then he said to me “you have to make another volume of my own album” and then he told me something that I will never forget, he said ” keep the fire burning, never give up on love and your muses, the world needs your account on what happened in Maiduguri, so it’s best you tell it” and this is how it all began…
I want to start today’s muse with a very important question, a question that has bothered me for a very long time, a question that seems unnecessary, but feels right. Is my goal a bondage or mine to achieve? Believe me when I say this question is one that strikes the heart, most questions need intellectual approach, experience and consideration, but this question needs sincerity and deep emotional confrontation with self. Analysis have proven that humans lie more to themselves for several reasons, but mostly to avoid the truth or achieve something that is being coated with discouragement, either way we choose to tell ourselves lies. I know how people condemn lies and say things like a liar deserves a punishment to justify his lies, but have we considered the fact that no one living today can prove they haven’t told a lie ever, it might be to a cop who pulls you over for trafficating wrongly, or running a red light, or a stalker who wants to know your real name, whatever it might be, we can never claim innocence when it comes to lying. I remember asking my Sunday school teacher a question that almost got me punished in church one Sunday, I was 8 and didn’t understand why we where told we would go to hell when we lie, and then the Bible commended Abraham for lying to Abimelech and Pharaoh about Sarah being his sister to save his life. Some of my Sunday school teachers tried to explain; I remember one saying that Abram and Sarai where actually half siblings, this was true but weren’t they married at the time? I remember one of my teachers telling me it was a white lie with no hint of irony, isn’t that also a lie? I know this questions don’t sound appropriate because we tend to forget that we all are humans, and sometimes these lies are necessary for survival, like in the case of Abraham and Pharaoh. How does this relate to goals? Easy; sometimes we see people’s success and without knowing the reason for this dive into their business because it has been achievable, some people encourage themselves with words like “him get three heads?” or “what a man can do a woman can do better” without really looking into the profession in question. Lying to ourselves at this point in time can yield two results, success due to hard work despite the odds or total failure because not all fingers are equal. I am making emphasis on this topic Because lying to oneself on the basis of goal achievement can be dangerous if it turns out negative, and we keep wondering why some people commit suicide, if you have ever been in a suicide scene you’d notice that witnesses always make comments like “he was making over $2000 a month, and he was always smiling, we thought he/she was happy”. This usually happens as a result of not being true to yourself. Here are some emotions attached to goals that might be a bondage, when you notice any of these, you need immediate help
1. Anger or resentment when you feel someone is blocking your way to success, especially if it is a family or friend,
2. Fear & anxiety when you see the possibility of such a goal but find it hard to achieve, and finally
3. Guilt or shame if such a goal seems not achievable.
If you are witnessing any of these, then this is a sign that you should stop whatever it is you are doing and seek guidance on how to be truthful to yourself, and if you choose not to lie to yourself it will create a path that will give you freedom deep within your heart
Lying to oneself is inevitable, but if it is done for a very long time it can be very hazardous, no one is perfect that’s true, more reason why we need help when the going gets tough…
Browsing through my notepad this evening, I noticed every single page describes a different emotion and signal to a particular phase in my life. When I read through each piece I saw muses created by a person in need of expression, it was like searching for water in the midst of a parched mind, a rigorous thirst for satisfaction through expression, and at the end of every write-up there’s always that line proving that satisfaction was achieved, but at the beginning of the next muse, I see another thirst for expression, just like a selfie junkie, the previous picture isn’t as good as the next, and this brought me to a temporary conclusion, (I never fully assume) truly, there’s no satisfaction when it comes to creation, be it the invention of a life time, there’s always that one person who will still say things like “I would have done better” or “this isn’t enough let’s do more” or “let’s make it better”, there’s truly no end that naturally satisfies man.
So I decided to give my brain work, (my curse of not letting things be), it was now a tug of war for me, it’s either I solve this once and for all, or I just retire to sleep like a normal person, normal isn’t my type, so I started visiting sites, books, slept for a while (that’s how I meditate, the dream is important), and read more books, and as you can see where this is headed to, there was no known fact for this reason until I coincidentally stumbled across the Bible, I’m not here to preach, but something crossed my mind in proverbs.
For those who don’t know proverbs, it is one of the living works of King Solomon the son of great King David. Towards the end of King Solomon’s life, he encountered so many dilemmas which he took note of, some of which eventually became Proverbs. In this book, the wisest man talked about his experiences, love life, teachings from his father, and his “relationship with God”. In his wisdom he said, God had placed in every human, yearning for satisfaction, which is “knowing Him the almighty creator before death”. Did you get that? So the reason for our lack of satisfaction is due to lack of spirituality? Is king Solomon saying that if we don’t know God we can never be satisfied with the questions and answers of life? I’m afraid so, but this is just one person’s thought right? So in order not to make all emphasis on one side I ventured back into the net and found this LETTER OF A MAN NOT SATISFIED compared to a man’s CERTAIN CONCLUSION ABOUT LIFE.
No one knows who is right on the arguments that keep the world alive. The continuous discoveries of both the creationist and the evolutionist to stand their claims have been on for almost a century now. Put sentiment aside, who deserves an audience, a man confused even at death or one with a message to understanding life and gaining satisfaction? Don’t know about you, but as for me, I need that satisfaction.
Once upon a time, in the far north of Cameroon, King Wazalion lived in the Wazalvilles Kingdom. Wazalvilles was a calm, peaceful village where the wisdom of its elders made it possible to ensure the perenniality of the village. For any outside visitor, it gave the impression of a sturdy village, difficult to conquer. Its ancient walls revealed the many and many battles already waged, and reflected a majestic force indescribable. King Wazalion was a man of great wisdom, patience, and intelligence. Gentle in his actions and words, he possessed a formidable power and maturity which compelled respect. Loved by all, he did not hesitate to go to battle to protect his lands and meet the needs of his people. It was during an ambush that the good King Wazalion found death: the village had been taken by assault. Wazalion hid his wife and son in a secret cellar to shelter them. Then he united his armies to protect the village. With his armor and his sword Wazall’âme, King Wazalion accompanied by his soldiers and his faithful friend Bantoutator launched a bloody battle in which the king lost his life. Bantoutator, who had escaped death, promised to avenge the death of his friend Wazallion.
At his death he left behind him a son, Wazal, who means “lion, king of the jungle.”
One day the wazalcians and wazalgeois of the village gathered to name the new chief of the village.
As predicted by prophecy, the courageous warrior who bears this title would be assigned to the heavy and honorable task of protecting the land of the ancestors and the secret of his “treasure” THE WAZALIANE, named after the grandmother of Wazal. Wazaliane was the wife of Wazalking, faithful and always at his side. She was a wise woman, born of the tribe Margeritator, alone of this tribe born without daisy on her head. After his death, King Wazalking, out of respect and love for his wife, wished to pay him homage. He decided to plant a daisy on his grave. Six months later, surprised to discover a subterranean flowerbed, he asked the villagers to harvest them. The flowers were mixed with the queen’s blood. They then created a fiber transformed into woven yarn, used to manufacture the fabric that kings and wazalcians wear today. In tribute to Wazalking’s wife, this fabric was called WAZALIANE: very precious magic fabric, which means “richer”, sought after and coveted by all the neighboring villages. This fabric provided wisdom and protection to those who clothed it. To decorate it, it was enough to pronounce a magic word “wazalkaliflagilistik” that King Wazal knew: geometric and coded messages of Peace, Modernity, Fertility appeared then.
Wearing the Wazaliane cloth was not an innocuous act; in fact, the cloth was also used to make the King’s costumes and the tunics of the Wazalcians, but the Wazalgeans did not have access to them.
At the end of the council of the Wazalcians and Wazalgeois, son of King Wazalion was naturally appointed King of Wazalville.
King Wazal loved to travel and to discover other worlds; he was a thoughtful and very curious person. He was passionate about art and nature. On his return from each journey he brought provisions to his servants.
“If, for the king, his days were going peacefully, as usual, his nights became more and more agitated: strange dreams of occult powers, war, fire, attack of his kingdom came to haunt his sleep. “
One day, returning from an exhausting journey, he decided to go and rejuvenate himself in the lands of his ancestors. After a few hours of walking, he suddenly heard an echo coming from far away. Curious he continued to walk when suddenly the echo resounds, and this time more audibly:
Wazal son of Wazalion, I have a message for you. I am your ancestor, sovereign of the city of the ancients, first king of Wazalville, guardian, counselor and protector, known by your fathers under the name of Wazaldringo.
The King, surprised, jumped, but the Ancestor spoke to him in a calm voice:
“Do not be afraid, I am here to deliver you a message from the Ancestors; Wazalville is in danger.
“I fear nothing, and I have no lessons to receive from any one.” Wazalville is a peaceful village, I am the undisputed king of it. No one will disturb our tranquility.
– I ask you to trust me and listen to me. The situation is serious. Do not persist, do not believe yourself invincible and able to disregard the advice of your ancestors.
“I know perfectly the history of my ancestors, you are an impostor, and I now ask you to return from where you come from.”
– Is ! Do as you think! Know that if you truly desire it, it will be enough for you to call me in your dreams to hear the message of your Ancestors.
Wazal had no time to answer, the Voice had evaporated. Somewhat disturbed by the Intruder, but still angry, he resumed his way back to the village. He told no one about this “encounter” and soon forgot the “misadventure”.
“This oil is the symbol of the power of your father, you have to recover it. To do this, you will have to swim to the middle of Lake Chad, one of the largest lakes in the world and whose waters are mild.”
If for the king his days were going peacefully, as usual, on the other hand his nights became more and more agitated. Strange dreams of occult powers, war, fire, attack of his kingdom came to haunt his sleep. To escape these nightmares, the king began to watch, but without making any connection with his encounter with Wazaldringo. After ten nights of insomnia, exhausted, he went to see the elders to find the key to his dreams. One of the elders who possessed a gift of clairvoyance immediately perceived the situation of Wazal. He gave him only one advice: to appeal, in his dreams, to Wazaldringo. Wazal, furious, went off obstinately and resolved to fend for himself, for even the elders did not trust him! It took him another week of watching to see the necessity of listening to the elders and soliciting Wazaldringo. He was exhausted, irritable, his mind was confused, his entourage no longer recognized him!
“Humbly, he implored Wazaldringo, assuring him that he was ready to receive his advice to protect his people. Then the Voice of the Ancestor returned the following night to tell him his teachings:
– I have come to teach you how to take possession of your powers
“But what powers are you talking about?” Is this in connection with the threats on Wazalville?
– You must protect your village as your ancestors always did and the precious wazaliane cloth you wear.
“But I am a traveler, I am not worthy of being a hero!”
“You are the worthy son of Wazalion, so you are worthy of your mission and of what is expected of you, according to the prophecy.
They conversed at length, confidence was established and the Ancestor told him the prophecy:
“Just before you died, your father Wazalion asked not to be buried. The Wazalcians respected his vow and they had the idea, in order to protect him, to keep his body in the hollow of a moabi, called tree of life. It is a rare and sacred tree. But after a few weeks, one day when the ancients came to collect themselves under the tree, they were surprised to discover, in place of the king’s body, an oil of fawn color, recalling the color of the coat of the lion, mixed with the sap of the tree. The elders met several times to reflect on the use of this oil and on my advice they decided to pour oil into the river that flows along the land of your ancestors. During their concert, I signed a pact with them so that no one notices the disappearance of the head of Wazalion.
This oil is the symbol of the power of your father, you have to recover it. To do this, you will have to swim to the middle of Lake Chad, one of the largest lakes in the world and whose waters are mild; you will see a task with the color of the lion. You will plunge into the midst of this oil task and the magic will then work: you will have a lion’s tail-shaped hair and a sword engraved on the upper back, this is the Wazall’âme sword, means respect, power and creativity. Thanks to this sword, transmitted from father to son, you will possess the power, strength, courage and rapidity of a thousand lions.
I must tell you again the story of this magic oil: Wazalion’s father, your grandfather Wazalking, was a healer. He knew how to compose a mixture of potions in order to heal his own. In a distant village, two tribes lived, the mechanikators, and the futurators: they were called because their armor was made using mechanical engine parts, a mixture of gladiator mechanics and terminator. One day, the allied mechanikators with the futurators launched an attack against the village of Wazalville because they wanted to recover the root of the protective fabric. In order to protect his village, your grandfather was elaborating a mixture of all the herbs and oils that were in his cellar. He also wanted to multiply his forces. Before testing his potion, he had to let it simmer gently. He walked away from the cellar for some time. But your father, returning from a journey, went directly to see his father in the cellar; finding a boiling kettle, curious about the contents, he tasted without thinking about the potion. At once Wazalion began to cough and then felt uneasy. After a few minutes he pulled himself together and stood up.
But when he looked around, he discovered with terror the floor two meters from his body: he was hovering !!! He tried in vain to call his father: no sound came from his throat. His father, far from imagining the return of his son, but nevertheless endowed with a sixth sense, inquired of a servant in order to verify his intuition: his son, returning indeed and seeking him, had gone in the basement !
“Immediately the spies took the road to the Mekanikator tribe to report on their mission.”
Your grandfather Wazalking, suddenly remembering that he had left the pot on the fire, immediately went to the cellar. He found his son hovering in the air, ten meters from the ground. He drew back his servant to the back of the room and then pronounced a magic formula: he used three letters “wzl” to communicate with the ancestors. Three minutes later, Wazalion emerged from his grip and landed, bubbling, on a bench. Wazalking entrusted him to the servant in order to take him to his room. He took the time to carefully extinguish the fire and put away the cellar. Wazalion, in his sleep, communicated with his late mother Wazaliane. She told him of his father’s near death, and that he would be his successor. She also told him that he should go to the top of Mount Cameroon, called Mountain of the Gods, to meet the Bantoutator, a Bantu warrior who fought alongside the king in order to regain his powers and learn to master them.
In the same way for you, after having recovered your father’s powers, you will have to go back to the village, and in order to make the right decisions, you must always be in harmony with the Wazalcians to take care of the people. Indeed, the Wazalcians are the Sages of the village, never forget it, even if you are the king, their wisdom is unavoidable.
But before this first trial, I must give you another secret.
– But, do so, let’s go!
– You have a little brother Wazalstyle
– A brother ! But I am only son!
– It was conceived out of wedlock; he has always lived in Wazalville. He inherited a gift from a creator: he made all the tunics and vests of the village, as well as the one you wear today. The crown never interested him.
– Where is he ?
– Mechanikators allied to the Futurators, took him hostage during the last attack against Wazalville.
“But what do they want?
– They use their donations to win competitions against other creators. It is kept attached by chains to the wrists with electrodes on the body and on the skull.
– And above all, they seek to conjure the prediction interviewed by Futurator: their loss in the next attack. They want to seize the root of the Wazaliane fabric and thus have all the powers to be at the head of all the empires.
Your first mission will be to save your brother.
“But how can I, I do not know him?”
– Wazalstyle has naked skull and on the top a “W”
Detail the brother’s story: he has two gifts, one of which he does not know
Specify the compulsory alliance of the two brothers (one can not succeed without the other)
The first training began for Wazal because Wazaldringo wanted him to be ready for the final fight. They decided to learn all the rudiments and charges attributed to a king. He worked hard, was also listening and was not distracted by anyone. Except by this young woman who entered the palace with her mother, the maid who was performing the household duties of the late King Wazalion. Called Eliane, she often came to help her mother. Wazal was attracted to her, but did not dare tell her, or even admit it. One day when he woke up as he walked around his kingdom he heard the cries of a young girl and several men. He rushed to the palace and opened the room from which the cries came: He saw two men around the young maid.
“Who are you, what do you want of him?”
“What are you mingling with, young man?” We have an order to capture it.
The young girl, lean and fast as lightning, taking advantage of Wazal’s irruption, kicked the first man but the second rushed over her and took the opportunity to fix a chip on his shoulder. She had to control them without even the king’s help. In less time than it takes to write it, the trick was played. Immediately afterwards she attacked Wazal:
– Two men want to kidnap me, and you converse with them, instead of helping me. Know that I am not afraid of anyone or anything. They call me the Rebel!
– You are right I offer my apologies, but who taught you to fight? I like the way you fight. But what were you doing in the room alone, without your mother?
– When my mother is not there I replace her.
“And do you know the men?”
– No !
The king called the guards to go in search of the two men in order to lock them up. But they were already far away and the guards returned empty-handed.
Immediately the spies took the road to the Mekanikator tribe to report on their mission. The mechanikators and Futurators awaited them with impatience and hoped for good news. The spies, humiliated and ashamed of their failure in the face of a woman, brought back a history of the facts, somewhat transformed: they had not been able to capture Eliane, for the young king had arisen and made every effort to prevent them. After a long and hard fight, they had to flee, not without having previously installed the chip on the shoulder of the girl. The mekanicators, furious at this defeat, burned their ears, and they concerted with the Futurators to devise a new plan.
The Daily Wazalgeois:
Among the Wazalgeois there were some soldiers of the wazal king; they spent much of their free time playing rugby. They were rugged men, they liked sports that appealed to physical strength. As a jersey, they donned tunics to play rugby and also to please women. They had created a unique and very special game technique. The king took great pleasure in watching them play, perched on the tribune with some Wazalcians. It was also an opportunity for him to choose the best soldiers.
Some wazalgeois loved to cultivate, fish and hunt
Wazaldringo: The Ancestor
Wazalking: father of Wazalion
Wazalion: Son of Wazalking and father of Wazal and Wazalstyle
Wazal: son of King Wazalion
Wazalcian: the elders
Wazalstyle: half-brother of wazal
Wazallionne (née …): wife of Wazal
Wazall’âme: sword of Wazal
Wazaliane: wife of Wazalking and mother of Wazalion – protective and magical fabric
Mechanikators: neighboring tribes – men with a mixture of gladiator mechanics and terminator
Futurator: neighboring tribes: bad guys
Margeritator: woman mid human half flower inspired by a flower daisy
Toureiffelysée: a mixture of Eiffel Tower and Elysees Field
wazalkaliflagilistik: magic word to make geometric drawings appear
Gossip got the best out of me today; as usual, after going through alot of blogs, liking, commenting and following, I decided to chat up a friend, she was really excited, and joyful, (she’s like this most of the time but today was different), so I couldn’t wait to hear what made her happy. I like this particular friend because her blog lightens my spirit up, so I’m always eager to listen to her and support her in anyway possibly. So I got what I was looking for. She had just finished working on her post titled “and we bagged the #Liebster award”, I was happy for her until this happened…
After a whole night of encouraging and preparing her mentally from the tension of having to write on Leibster award, she turns around and puts me on that same pressure, Whyyyy!!!… But being the angel that she is gave me courage to put this down. Love you dear. Please do visit her blog cliquetalk, she can turn your frowns upside down. So with that being said let’s jump into it
Aim and Objectives Liebster Award:
The Liebster Award is a blogger award for new bloggers and those with few or small followers. It’s an amazing way of giving new bloggers an opportunity to gain some recognition and encouragement for their hard works. Rules of The Liebster Award:
Create a new blog with the graphic of the ward thanking the person that nominated you, link to their blog.
Create a set of questions for your nominees to answer.
Nominate 10 bloggers and share your blog post with them so they can accept their awards.
CLIQUETALK’S QUESTIONS AND MY ANSWERS.
What inspires you to write?
Love, and the fact that it is being misunderstood; I’ve been writing for almost 10 years now, but having my writing on a blog happened a couple of months ago. Ever since I decided to start writing, I stuck to the paradox of dualism, having to balance life with a little love despite the hate around us, because I grew up in an environment filled with people who always try to blame others for their mistakes “sounds familiar?” Good. This had eaten me up so much I wanted to tear up from head to toe, but the day I told this to my book, I felt relieved, because I knew one day wether I’m dead or alive people will come to hear this stories (books don’t fabricate stories, only humans do). So I’m inspired by the fact that Love will surely overcome hate, but it wouldn’t if I keep quiet, so I’ll preach love till my departure on earth, because nothing inspires me more
2. What is your greatest fear as a blogger?
My readers misinterpriting my message; i have tried so many times to put humor in my writing, because like every other person I agree with the fact that one cheek filled with laughter a day keeps the doctor at arms length. Experience has taught me how humor to one person might be offensive to another, so I fear if my message of Love don’t get across to people because of misinterpretation, after all we write to communicate, if there isn’t any connection with your audience due to lack of communication then what’s the point of writing
3. Where do you see yourself 5years from now in the blogosphere community?
This is really hard to answer, because with people like cliquetalk I don’t stand a chance 😀 … Well In 5 years I see my blog teaching more people how to love their community, and how to give back these knowledge by being the change they seek. One can escape failure working without a plan, but working without priority is the mother of all failures. To preach one needs an audience, and when I do get enough audience I will coach them to get more audience because we need love to reign among humanity.
4. Do you have writer’s block? If yes, how do you conquer it?
I haven’t faced this type of problem before, so No, but I do believe I will come up with a way to conquer it when the time eventually comes
5. How supportive are friends and family to you in this path you have chosen?
Friends are supportive, some bought me books and pens when I decided to go full time into talking about things that concern the heart, my parents think I’m lazy, (our culture respects man power to intellectual power, they see writing as weakness), and family in general 90% have no idea what I’m doing, but here we are so far. I tend to see all this traits as their own special way of supporting my movement, because all of this in one way or the other brought me here.
And that is it.
I hereby nominate;
My questions are;
What inspires you to write?
What is your greatest fear as a blogger?
Where do you see yourself 5years from now in the blogosphere community.
Have you ever had to choose between blogging and another profession, if yes, what was your choice, and how did you feel after the decision?
How supportive are friends and family to you in this path you have chosen?
1 FACT ABOUT ME.
I love people’s progress, because I believe together we can overcome, but if we aren’t successful individually, it will be hard to succeed as a group. I love Team movement.
I really want to thank cliquetalk for an opportunity of a life time. She has given me a platform to express my inner party, although she is in trouble. I have to tell the readers the reason I fell in love with cliquetalk, the blog is straight down to earth, it has the right words to trigger my joy, and humor is the center theme of the blog fully, my favorite write up is I was betrayed, first of all the featured image is hilarious, also the topic itself is hilarious, well it doesn’t sound so, till you dive into the body and decide to understand its content, and believe me when I say it is a master piece. I will always love her work because of its ingenuity, she is original, and original is always a pass (distinction) for me.
I want to say a big thank you to Cressida and The Global Aussie for giving bloggers like us an opportunity to be known by the bloggers community, and finally to the most influential person in my life, Baba God, I’m grateful.
Stay blessed everyone and have a wonderful weekend. :*