Carpe diem!

And I went away… Again.

Talmabout making promises and breaking them. Lol. I do remember mentioning in my last blog post that I’d notify you if I intend to go away, well, I think that explains why you were not notified. I didn’t intend to go away. No … Not this time, and there’s never been a moment for the last two weeks you, ufan (friend) haven’t been in my mind.

So, here’s what happened: I got caught … in fixation.

This week Monday classes began for me. Knowing how classes can be, I was worried that I’ll not be able to blog consistently (even after affirming everyday that I will not live worried. Lol. Story of my life!)

I needed to work up a plan for consistency regardless, so I thought of batch creation, and frankly, I have batch created. However, I’m a spontaneous person, so, while I have several blog drafts which can be published by automation I stalled.

Lemme try to explain a lil more. So, what happened was, I was trying to envision how the new timetable would be like and make myself begin living like that, so that adjustments would not be hard. But, mehn, it doesn’t work like that. My head could not successfully understand why school has not begun yet, and I was bent on living like school has resumed. So, it just stopped working. Like, e jam.

I simply stopped creating, because I was frustrated over something that has not even happened!

Likeee! Omo. E be serious things.

Maybe you’re better than I am (I sincerely hope you are), and do not fall prey to negative fixation, I dobale (bow in respect). Keep at it, please.

Bhet, all my family pipu who are prone to fixation, I wrote for you and I, to remind you, that today is a gift from Abba, and you disrespect Abba by choosing to live today sour, angry, or depressed.

So, affirm these words I culled from Pastor Joel Osteen’s message on “Protect your peace”, to your soul:

This is the day the Lord has made,
I am going to rejoice and be glad.

 I will not disrespect God by living sour, worried, angry or depressed.

I choose to live today joyful.
 
I will not let what people do or not do, say or do not say, think or do not think stop me from living joyful. 

Go ahead to wow your world, superstar!

Carpe diem!

Carpe nocte!

Carpe victam!

So much for a hug.

In this issue of #thelittlebigthingsthatmakeushealthy.

A long time ago, when 10 naira meant more than a sachet of water, there lived in Lagos a boy called Kunle and his mother who was a widow.

She owned a beauty store where Kunle spent the most of his time. Every day, at the close of work, he would ask his mother for a ten naira note, and when she asked what for, he would reply that he was saving it to buy a gift on Christmas day.

Determined and persistent, Kunle asked everyday until Christmas eve, and try as hard as his mother did she couldn’t get him to tell her what he wanted to buy. He only said she’d know on that day, so she resigned to wait.

At long last, it was Christmas day. All of Kunle’s extended family resident in Lagos gathered together to exchange gifts. Then it came to Kunle’s turn to give his mother a gift. To their surprise, he brought five neatly arranged bundles of 10NGN note to her.

Smiling at her 5 year old son, mama Kunle patted his head, collected the money and was headed towards the kitchen, when she was halted by Kunle’s voice. “Mama, my hug?” “What hug?” she asked. “You gave Iya Ahmed a hug when she gave you five bundles of 10NGN note some months ago.” he said, brown irises threatening a tear-storm.

It was all it took for Mama Kunle to tear up. Gathering her boy in her arms and embracing him tight, she whispered in his ear, “hugs are free, my love. Hugs are free.”

The little big thing 14.0

On #thelittlebigthingsthatmakeushealthy.

They sat facing each other in the danfo yesterday.

Third row, second and third seats.

These two ears.

The left ear of the slim brunette on the polka dot dress, and the right ear of the plump blonde on the burgundy dress.

“How did today go for you na? What did you hear?” Left ear asked, its pearl drop gem stone gleaming as the danfo passed a traffic light.

“Omo, the kain shame wey catch me eh? I couldn’t even hear the word of God well. Can you believe that no sponge has touched me in almost 12 years? Who I offend na?” Right ear asked rhetorically.

Shaking with laughter, Left ear responded: “My guy, if we start asking every ear inside here, I’m sure some cases are worse than yours. Personally, I stopped counting the years a while back. I’m glad I get washed once in a while. It’s better than nothing… Leaving that other talk, what did you hear last week?” and just like that they moved on to everythings and nothings in the world of ears.

When last did you sponge your ears?

As always, yunno I’m rooting for your health.

GloryJoseph.
Your healthtechie. 💜