Au revoir 2022

The year of all years.

Tears a fountain of relief, a faucet for pent up weariness.

Heart palpitations a plenty.

Fears like racing hordes from hell.

Unswerving doubt a cloak of comfort.

But…

Hope in the voice of a mother (s) rises …

I have been blessed to have several women who in the past and till today continue to nurture me. They pray with me, they advise me. They encourage me to go beyond praying to doing. They call my mind back to the multitude of reasons to be thankful. To count what I have, rather than miss what never was or is not yet. They make me live in the now. I love them.

For all my mum’s thank you for reminding me that now, is all we really have.

Echos in the voice of a friend (s) beckons …

I am thankful for these ladies, they listen, they hear me and although many miles seperate us they see me. For them I am grateful. When stressed I can hear them say, you are not alone. I have got you. I have gone through this, I am going through similar. This cannot end you. This is a phase. I hear them and I sleep, to wake with a resolve to be better.

Laughter in a cord of three holds tight ….

Two of three

Where do i start with this. Sisters by blood, by heart. They stand like amazons with a whip to shape my over thinking mind into focus. They correct me. They defend me. They shield my mind when it seeks to spiral out of control. We trade stories of all the craziness around us and keep each other sane. We consciously choose to stand despite our differences. A cord of three, our bond holds fast.

Trust in the steadfastness of oaks, comforts me….

I am thankful for the men in my life. Like an oak tree they are strong within as without. In a world that allows them leeway to be dubious, i am most thankful that they stand as people of insight, integrity and faith. May the father keep you and sheild you from the axe of the wicked.

Pleasure in the eyes of youth, renews me …

Bright as light

What can I say, this holds my world together. Your smile illuminates my world. Your tears jar me from all depth of angst. For you see, in your eyes i see a thousand tomorrows and yet many todays. So I want your memories to be sweet but not sickly so. Sour but never rancid. I want your life to be balanced. For if your inner voice holds sure, the world can stand on it’s head and you will know without a doubt that you are standing right side up. You will know whose you are and why you are.

Glow with confidence

Then …

I remember that i also brought something to the table. I remember that I also listened as I was listened to. I prayed for others as I have been prayed for me. I remember that no matter how small, i brought what I could every time I could. I find strength in this.

Finally ….

I am so very grateful to everyone who donated to the kids running page. It made a difference to someone’s christmas this winter. And the lessons from this endeavour is still ongoing. The kids haven’t completely grasped the concept that money does not come freely all the time. You need to add value or create value. Once again thank you so much for your donations. Our page is now closed. We raised a total of £310 before gift aid. So proud of my community of friends & family, you are beyond awesome.

And I am deeply grateful to you my reading audience for staying loyal over the years. Thank you.

Hope the new year sees us soaring in the air like the bird.

Au revoir 2022, I know I wll see you slightly in 2023. The years don’t really change but with God’s help we will be better.

Thanks Again.

Running home at the 11th hour.

I cannot believe it.
It is indeed the 11th hour … or rather the 11th week of our run.
I expected that the 12 weeks to sail by smoothly .. I forgot that there was something called winter. I am so proud of the kids, to have forged ahead till this point. I am sad we missed a week, last week. But I am thankful we got here and I am excited to finish it next week. I can only hope that you would cheer us on once more by digging deep and supporting our endevour. To those who have supported us and those yet to , thank you!.

Please visit our page and make a donation.

The goal: to run/walk/ keep active for at least 30 minutes once a week for 12 weeks leading up to christmas. In order to raise money for St. Mungo’s charity, a run for the homeless.

Where we are: 11 weeks in and one more to go. Amount raised is £224

What we need: your donation to drive the funds to a greater amount.

Thank you once more for your support.

Running update week 2 & 3

Good afternoon everyone,

I am sorry for not updating you with regards to our running venture last week. We had a great run last week (week two), although the weather was very windy. I think this put us slightly off for this weeks run (week 3). However, at the time we enjoyed every bit of our run. Although lady L still asked, “why are we doing this again?”

This week (week three) has been rather interesting and tiring. Myself and the little ones have been slightly under the weather. Sniffling noses, headaches and the such. It was a close call against running this week, but we decided to power through. We went back to the same field as last week (week two) and did four laps between the goal posts. The weather was better and we were very thankful for it.

Please ignore the date and time on the watch. I have not puzzled out the settings for that feature yet.

Whilst Mister L is always roaring to go, I have resorted to a mixture of bribe, threaths and repeatedly explaining why giving can be enriching to motivate lady L. Nonetheless, we persevere. Our aim is to achieve 30 – 60 minutes of running/other activities with breaks in between each week.

Thank you for your continued support. See you next week.


We would like to remind you that our running is for St. Mongo’s charity.

St Mungo’s is a charity that provides a bed and support to more than 3,150 people a night. Our vision is that everyone has a place to call home and can fulfil their hopes and ambitions.

L & L’s hope is to provide someone or as many people as possible with a home or at the very least a roof to keep christmas a pleasant memory this year.

Do visit our Just giving page and support our efforts and that of the charity. All funds revert straight to the charity.

Fun run … Running home.

Hi everyone,

Thank you for your loyalty, for staying with my blog.

So myself, and my two little people have decided to undertake twelve weeks run for the homeless. Whom we would be supporting through the charity St. Mungo’s charity.

We decided to do this as they always ask questions about people sleeping rough. They also often want me to give everyone we see some money. So i thought a good way to help them understand the link between money, discipline, resilience and kindness would be the running-to-raise money challenge.

Already one is asking why we choose to do this again? 🤣🤣🤣. It is my hope that similar questions will arise through the 12 weeks. It is also my hope that by the end answers will be clearer.
One of them being, that kind thoughts often mean less without a commensurate kind act.

Our last run should be a week before Christmas. Our hope is to give the charity something to make christmas more special for someone out there.

We will post updates each week . ☺️☺️

Looking forward to your support.

Do click this link to support us through the just giving page.

Unannounced guest.

There is a drizzle falling,

Slowly it starts to pool,

The drizzle stops, the pool remains.

Hear the sound of quiet trickles,

Little rivulets of bloods,

Image downloaded from Pixabay

The trickle stops, the pool is dry.

There is a stench rising,

Eading not a single space,

Death has arrived.

Not as a wave, nor with a roar

Not as a shout, nor with an echo.

Death has arrived,

Like tiny rivulets of urine passed in a public pool.


Written for the daily prompt rivulets.

Not sure how your day has been or is going at this time.But I pray for you as I pray for me that peace will not elude you. Your hope will not be dashed neither shall your strength to dream again. Good night and God bless.

The hill we die on

Uchendu parked the vehicle in the yard. Its light blue colour glistened in the sun, bright as the skies above. The children starred in wonder. His wife’s’ smile shone; she was the embodiment of a successful wife. The naysayers had been shamed.  Uchendu’s growing success was evidence that her union to him had not been ill-fated. She wasn’t cursed. Uchendu embraced her, then walked through the house, straight to his mother’s room. He smiled at her; she starred at him. As your wealth increases so shall the silence of another on earth. They will know by who’s hand it was wrought.  The dibia’s words echoed silently through the room.

Photo prompt copyright belongs to Fleur Lind.


Diabia: is a word from Igbo land in Nigeria. It refers to a sorceres . They often granted wealth to people a price.  The image reminded me of sorcerers and the price people pay for a future they must have. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the writing challenge Friday Fictioneers. Please click the previous link to see how you can join in with the fun. And click on this other link to read everyones entry.

I have a dream

According to Cambridge dictionary a dream is a series of events or images that happen in your mind when you are sleeping.

Another definition from the Merriam – Webster dictionary defines a dream as a strongly desired goal or purpose.

No matter how young or old, independent or dependent on others we are, it is fairly safe to assume that all have dreams which fall into one or both categories above. Of course, every dream will differ per person, and perhaps per stage of growth, we find ourselves in.

However, one marked difference exists between the above definitions, and it is often influenced by the nature of the individual harbouring the dream. The first definition explains a dream as a series of events, while the second assigns a single objective/focus. Likewise, based on the former definition, dreams sometimes can be very intense, scary and realistic at the time. Other times they might seem nonsensical, whimsical or even a fairy tale. Sometimes we wake up able to recall every event in the dream. Whilst some others, no matter how hard we try, nothing seems to emerge from our memory. But a sense of deja vu or danger persists afterwards.

In contrast to the above, with the second definition, the dream is often something tangible or obtainable. It is rooted in the individual’s mind as a fixture. We often have a clear mapped-out path to attaining these dreams. Sometimes we have a timeline assigned to each segment. And more importantly, we know whom or what we need to ensure everything goes swimmingly well. Under certain circumstances, it comes together like the dream we wanted it to be, authentic to the master plan that contrived it. Other times the path to the dream gets so skewed that we might not recognise the end product when it is before us. And at those times, we are tempted to call it an accident rather than a dream. I find that it is more painful to recognise the goal or appreciate it for what it is when the dream is mostly distorted by people who ideally should support you. Or people who deliberately planned to skewer our dreams.

You lay me down by the still waters; I will not fear.

Regardless of the circumstances, it might be worth reviewing how we interpret the idea of a dream. Much like the first definition of a dream, our well-constructed dreams require a series of events to materialise. It also requires spectators, passersby and unwelcomed but even more certain unexpected guests or intrusions. I am learning, albeit slowly, that the best response to these hiccups on our journey is to wake up to the reality before us. Everyone ultimately wakes up from a good, bad or scary subconscious dream. Thus, every dream visualised as a goal or a subconscious event only has a deep grip on you, provided you remain unconscious of reality. You own the dream. It should not own you. Wake up, re-write the dream. Wakeup, rethink the dream.

Write the vision and make it clear, so that he who runs … for the race is not to the swift.

And the princess put on her glass slippers and went to work.

I remember hearing the story of a woman who left her husband and family to start a new life at age 67. I remember wondering at the time what was going through her mind as she made such a life-changing decision. A few months before she left home, the woman had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and it is believed this must have ignited the flames of her decision.


Questions: was she in a loving relationship? Did she have a caring family? Was she already unhappy? Did she feel like a burden to the family? Did she just want a new life and no one was able or willing to go with her? Did it sound unreasonable to everyone?
From the above questions, there is only one question anyone other than the woman and her family can answer truthfully and with certainty. That is the last question; how reasonable does this decision sound to you? The answer will be subject to your perspective, preferences and priorities in life.


Will Smith in an interview said something I find very profound: “you can never succeed your way out of childhood trauma, you heal it by doing something for others.” (this is paraphrased and I could not share the link, but it is on Instagram).
In my own words, I translate the above to mean “you can not silence a disgruntled or hurtful inner voice through external results, you calm it by seeking answers, but more importantly pursuing peace.”


Answers to past misgivings or reasons for why they happened are important steps for bringing closure. They help you understand the people involved, to determine how you want to relate with them going forward. It is important to note that no answer, is an answer in itself. And when you get the answer or you’ve done all you can to get the answers, please pursue inner peace with even greater zeal.


Ideally, one should never say to a traumatized victim, let’s pretend that never happened. Or it was all his/her fault and none of yours. Or it was all your (the victims) fault. We could never say this to car crash victims, so why do we say it to emotional, physical or domestic abuse victims. Like an ambulance team at the scene what you need are the facts, the contributing factors and a way forward.


Nothing resurrects childhood trauma’s like having your own children. They remind you of everything that happened in vivid images. This becomes more problematic if you haven’t found healing or moved on from the situation. You want to take them away from anything that might trigger the past again, you begin to hyperventilate and imagine the worst when any shadows from the past seem to cast a gaze over them. In other to silence that inner voice, to find peace and hope for growth, some questions will need direct answers, some places might need to be forgotten. People say love is a powerful motivator, I say fear is an even stronger one.


Considering the above, I would like to ask your thoughts on Harry and Meghan’s decision for their future? How do you resolve your inner voice conflicts?


The papers would have us believe that Thomas Merkle (Meghan’s) dad believes she has just made useless every girl’s fantasy of marrying a prince and living happily ever after. And to him I send this reply and listen carefully Sir, for I shall only say this once:


“THAT SHIP HAS SAILED!” And logistically speaking the number of princes around cannot go round the entire female population in the world. Unless we are aiming to beat King Solomon’s records. Women now wine and dine their ‘princes’, taking the higher road and letting the men curb crawl as they please. knight-1598250_1280 (1)Women now wear the swords and shields of financial responsibility, the helmet of logic and organisational skills, and a firm boot of brass to kick the ‘prince’ totally off the curb, should he start to ask for more than he’s worth, not pull his assigned weight or complicate his duties in the ‘other room.’ For those who still want a prince in the old fashioned sense, have had a rude awakening to the reality that some princes no longer want to be princes in that capacity, and some just can’t be those type of princes due to several changes in society.


I perhaps in my naivety, believe that the mark of a true prince is to put the needs of his followers above his. In this light, you Sir Thomas if you have ever been a prince, through this statement and several others in the past, it is clear that you have fallen down the slopes of nobility.


What say ye, my people?
Is Harry a prince amongst his pears or not?
I raise my tankard of ale to Prince Harry, his bean and their wee bairn.
God save the queen
God save all mankind.

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Happy new year

Happy new year!

I guess in every sense of the word it is indeed a new year for me as a blogger. Today marks my fifth year on WordPress. I haven’t been ‘actively’ around in the last 2 – 3 years, life has happened, life is happening and I am sure it will carry on happening for a long while yet. But before I get carried away to the land of reminiscence permit me once more to say, happy new year again!


The last few years have been filled with so many lessons to learn and many more to unlearn. As 2020 arrived, I had only one request on my heart, to have perfect vision. To see the obvious, to decipher the hidden and to lead my heart to better days. January is almost over, there are lessons to be reviewed and thoughts to be weighed.


Lesson one: stop overthinking. When something happens, accept your responsibility in the sequence of event, admit the culpability of others involved. Overthinking: trying to decipher others intent without speaking to them, often this leads to gossip or to wish you could get back at them. Determine: to take the lessons learnt or steps discovered forward. To see people as humans who are either whole, broken, insecure, arrogant or just plain toxic.


Lesson two: accept that confidence and self- confidence are not necessarily the same things. Accept that many people don’t necessarily know the difference between both terms. Acknowledge that most people in today’s world consider the extreme of confidence i.e. arrogance to be the confidence. knowing one’s weakness in an area is not a limitation in all areas. It is self-confidence to know one’s weakness, to accept the implications of this weakness, to decipher if they’re changeable or not. This limitation should not drive you to over-compensate in other areas. Everyone has weaknesses. Simply decide: to put in your best at all times, to continually learn, to grow your strengths and develop your weaknesses were possible. Determine: not to base your sense of worth on your performance in front of others, you’re an individual not a character in a play.

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It is confidence to know when to walk alone and when to walk with another.

In 2020, Balance is key.

Goal: to always see the woods for the trees.

To know what counts each day, each season and to max out the counts.

Happy new year again!

What have you done with your year so far?

 

 

Last words

See the source imageFear not, I am not dying, as interesting (read that as tough) as the year has been, we’ve still got air in our lungs, the mind box is still functional, (at least I think so, we will soon establish  that theory at the end of this post). And no this is not a new year resolution post, rather it’s a post to get off my chest something it has been brewing for a while now.

Through the course of the year I have been fortunate/unfortunate to read a lot of social media posts on marriage, relationships and the general emotional upheave that seems bent on denting the ideology that men and women can coexist peacefully under a contractual agreement. I have often been tempted to write an article, or comment in response to these posts. Something along the lines of ‘…..a good man would never treat ….., a good woman would always …..’, and every single time my mind reminds me of how subjective that thought or idea was. 

Reading  peoples comments often helps me see clearly, other times it enrages me, especially when they make references to bible passages, taking them out of context or simply imposing their thoughts on the scripture. A very good example is the Proverb 31 woman, who from people’s comment I deduce is a docile wife, but formidable business woman. A woman with a firm lid on her emotions in her husbands presence, (no anger, no disappointment, no tiredness, basically no negative emotions when he’s around). People assume her husbands delight in her stems from her ability to walk/work as his clone, someone who avails him of the opportunity to be in two different places at once, without being a UFO. 

Others refer to scriptures on the husband that point out his headship, but ignore other blatant truths in the same scripture. An example is the instruction for every leader to serve his followers, placing leaders at the bottom of the ladder. Another one places a demand on husbands, urging them to love their wifes’ in a deeply sacrificial way. However, this post is not about the husband or wife, it is about being a consistently good human. 

Every human should aim to be kind, good, peaceful, gentle, joyful, peaceful, tolerant,See the source image forbearance, loyal, and above self-controlled. This human can be a husband, wife, business owner, ruler, son, daughter, mother, father, neighbour. A human who places this standards as the minimal bases for human interaction, will be a good ….. (affix your own label). They will exhibit these traits at the very core of their interaction, every other behaviour will be subjective to the prevailing circumstances. And, because they are human, they will fall short sometimes, but they will right themselves again.

What makes you a good husband or wife is not in how expertly you respect (but secretly scorn) your partner, it’s not in how expertly you love (but secretly degrade) your partner. What makes you a good husband or wife, lies is how good you are as a person. How far you would go chasing perfection (refer to the above subjective interpretation of proverbs 31 and the husbands roles) at the expense of the real person wearing that ring you slipped on their fingers. How far would you go chasing your dreams at the expense of the other person who signed up to be your team mate, (meaning no ones dream gets abandoned intentionally or without acknowledgement at the starting whistle) and not just a cheerleader. An ambassador (both spouses should be representatives of the family but still individuals in their own rights) not just a clone.

In 2019 be a good person, be consistent.