tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19633355978282322882024-03-13T12:35:37.792-07:00FRAGMENTS OF MY DELUDED HALFHONOR ALL MEN; LOVE THE BROTHERHOOD; FEAR GOD; HONOR THE KINGFragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-40430261769467739252016-11-12T14:55:00.000-08:002016-11-12T14:55:27.980-08:0012/11/16<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Let’s run to a place where only but our passion flows</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With no trail or footsteps our soul to find</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A place where our love doth grow</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And a stage set for our story untold</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of how our silent whispers and giggles<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Light up the gloomy skies of a barren heart<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Let’s get to this place where we both know<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our comfort zone, the place we call home<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Where we speak silence and our hearts understand<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No mysteries, just the power of our mind</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-67236662609016574852016-08-09T01:38:00.000-07:002016-08-09T01:38:25.305-07:00THE VISITORS <div class="MsoNormal">
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My environment has always been safe to me. </div>
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It was safe the
first time the Chief Judge’s House was visited, Followed by a second visit
within a short time frame, until he enforced his walls and upgraded his
security. It was still safe when the
house down the street got visited and the visitors narrowly escaped. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It was still safe on the evening I walked down and was told
of a girl who was nearly raped. You see, my environment had always seemed safe
because it happened to others and not me. So yes, my environment was safe until
I was visited. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I never thought it will ever be me because of my high walled
fence laced with barbed wires. But after the day my security man told me about
how he got into the compound despite the barbed wire fence, I realize d that
one could only hope that another won’t try it, but it was only a matter of
time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s amazing how the visitors were so detailed. They sure
knew where things were, and without any doubt, it was apparent that my visitors
had visited before in my absence. If not, how did they know the place where I
charged my phones? Or how did they know about my neighbor’s jewelry box which
sat on her TV stand?<o:p></o:p></div>
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How did they know which dress belonged to who, and used them
to block our security light whilst they went about their duty? Or was that just
a coincidence??? Incredible!!!!!!!! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then to the insensitive ones who you narrate your ordeal to,
and the best they come up with is “Oh no!!, you were not sensitive to the
Spirit” cuz you were awake at the time they worked but you choose to fall right
back to sleep. In other words, my
spirituality is to be questioned. <o:p></o:p></div>
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How can one choose such conclusions over a simple “Oh I’m sorry
your house got robbed”??? I’m not even mad at the likes of humans as these. I’m
only happy it hasn’t happened to you just yet, and I pray it never happens to
you. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Thanks to the visitors, I am now more aware of my
environment. I am more worried about walking down home at night as I would
freely do. I am more aware of the frenemies within, and the friendly faces I see
on the streets. I am awake now almost
every hour, paranoid and shit. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The other day, it rained and I was aware I left my shoes
outside. As I would normally do, open the door and go out regardless the time
to rescue my shoes, instead I lay awake in guilt knowing that my shoes would be
ruined but couldn’t help them because I don’t know if my visitors lurked in the
shadows of the dark. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s an incident whose memory I want to banish, but it
worries me that this actually happened and I am finally awake in my “Safe”
environment. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-78663298049821835922016-06-13T23:23:00.000-07:002016-06-14T11:14:06.197-07:00 THE OPPORTUNIST<div class="_39k2" style="margin: 0px auto; padding: 40px 0px; position: relative;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Let me tell you about my
dream last night. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">There was a funeral. And I
don’t remember whose it was but must have been someone very important because
President Obama and Michelle Obama were present. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">As many thronged to get a
picture with them, I simply said hello and asked for a picture. </span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I got my request, even though a dashing young man who was by the
president’s side all the time joined the picture and when I asked for a
personal picture with the President alone, he declined and I said<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>“I understand Sir”</b><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>and moved away before Michelle grabbed
my arm and said, “Don’t mind him, you’ll get even more than a picture”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She took me in her arms as
we walked towards the front row being the seat reserved for the POTUS and
FLOTUS. Mr President took his seat alongside the young man who was in our
picture and the First Lady pulled me and said, let’s leave the gentlemen alone
and take several seats toward the back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Before we even sat, a lady
walked up to me and said, sorry but you shouldn’t be here, and turned to the
FLOTUS to greet. Michelle rebuked her with a smile and said, No, she’s with me
now and I am fine with her being here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">As the funeral ended and
people began moving out of the hall, I spotted my Dad and told Michelle that my
Dad is here and she should say hello. She obliged immediately as we found our
way to where my dad was and they exchanged pleasantries. Dad said I should
follow him as he was going home directly but Michelle said “No that she’ll take
me home later and so dad left. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">We were later joined by
Obama and this dude who hung unto him like butter to bread, and next thing, I
was left alone with the young man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Yes, we spoke for a while
on various topics most of which I can’t remember now because I was swept away
by the wholesome package of a man that stood in front of me and we proceeded to
grab a quick lunch. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">While we yet ate, he
brought out this lovely piece of Diamond ring and asked “if I would Marry Him”
and before I could understand what was happening, Michelle was behind me
grinning and said “I told you, you will get more than a picture” …. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">And I smiled, looked back
at the gentleman and said................................<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">It's beautiful i said as i
looked at the glistening rock on my finger. I couldn't believe my eyes. Truly
some of us do have<span class="apple-converted-space"><b> </b></span><b>"Grace"</b><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>for friendship but truly, mine was
more than friendship. It's a Kill. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">We got up and hugged as he
whispered sweet words in my ears. I couldn't contain my excitement as I hugged
him more tightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I'm yet to give an answer
but if you read me, you would know I was sold to the idea of becoming his bride
but the motivation to this<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>"Grace
for friendship"<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></b>test
lurked somewhere in the shadows waiting for me to break free from my company to
accost me for my obvious behavior.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"How could you accept
his ring"? That wasn't the plan. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Somewhat perplexed, I
stuttered a bit and then laughed albeit hysterically. I thought we were free to
put our Grace to test and bask in the outcome. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Why do you wear a long face
now? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Did you suddenly wake up
on grass?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Honey, but you know you
have to say no to him right?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">The grass they say is
always greener on the other side. But you failed to understand that if you tend
to your grass, it will stay green. I think I've found my green grass now and I
will tend to it. Thank you for establishing the "Grace for
friendship". <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">But you barely know
him!!. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Yes, but I do know he's
got a name and that was part of your requirement.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">He yanked my arm as though
the jolt will cause me to snap out of it. But I smiled and broke my arm free
from his grip</span><span style="background: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-76009002537075717372016-05-11T07:10:00.000-07:002016-05-11T07:10:39.943-07:00BRAVE HEART<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today, i watched me take the blame for something that was entirely not my design. Someone's got to be blamed. And as always, i took the fall. My heart bled. My heart raced. Could it really be my fault?? And if Yes, how do I remedy such dire situation? </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />I'm in shock!!! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />The Coast is clear now, once again I'm not to blame. Not my design. Not my fault. But as always, No apologies given. But i am Happy. It wasn't me.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />But my heart still bleeds, watching you break into sweat. I see your despair, i sense your fear. I hear your mind saying, how could this be?? I see you frantically seeking answers from those who were to protect you. Amidst all the existing troubles, the storm is raging relentlessly all around. You are strong, you've shown great strength, but i know deep within, this is too much for one Soul.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />I wanted to say, <b>"All will be well"</b> but even the words form weakly in my mouth, slipping thru quivering lips. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was unsure how you will handle this. But i have learnt from you to dust off every challenging situation with gratitude to God, looking back and counting your blessings. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To my surprise again, i see what the Lord has indeed done.<br />I've watched you turn this disaster to a joke. Seen how you've worked it into a Strength. Seen how you've chosen to see only good. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />If the only reason i met you is this, then I am truly grateful for these lessons. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-45365095111744345432016-05-09T14:01:00.000-07:002016-05-09T14:01:57.199-07:00LIES and BLAMES<div class="MsoNormal">
Once upon a time in way back 1996 , when simbi was still a
baby. I had prayed to God that I will be sent to Air Force Secondary School
Jos, so I worked so hard to pass the Exam, and bagged a State recognized
result. </div>
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But you see, being born to typical Nigerian Parents, adding that my mum
is a teacher, that decision to jet off to Jos alone @ 10 was only in my head as
my parents already made the decision of which school I was going to end up in
without my consent.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was sent to the Prestigious FGGC Abuloma, where my sisters
were also. I struggled to find my feet there
and stay out of trouble but somehow, trouble always found me and I kept hating
each day whilst looking forward to seeing my Dad who was a regular visitor. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It was hard to find my place in a World filled with wide
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I performed badly in class as I tried to find a balance in my new
environment + the fact I really wanted my parents to pull me out of that
school. JSS1 was a trying time for me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In JS2, I performed even worse as my grades weren’t impressive judging from my World Class (Fans self) performance from Primary School. Actually, I had a lot going on in my young head. Emotionally Unstable and Unable to make sense of anything to say the least. </div>
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My concerned mother
wondered how her <b>“Star Child”</b> would become this less than average student. In my innocent mind, I thought that if my grades remained poor, that my <b>Loving Mother</b> will be convinced to pull me out
of that school or even make me a day student so she can keep an eye on me. (LOL, Aba to Ph na beans?)</div>
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And then she confronted me, but as a Sharp girl, I passed the blame.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wanted to save my head so badly that I made reference to a
class mate who bore same name as me and whose surname also began with same
letter as mine. I told my mum that my Form teacher mixes my scores with that of
this girl. I kept making these stupid excuses about my poor performance that by
the end of JS2, my mum slammed me with a shocker.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nne as can you see, your performance is nothing to write
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Me: happy that my wish may be granted and I get to go to a
new school (my dream school, Air Force, Jos).<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I have decided that you will repeat the class, so that
you can pick up and No, you are not changing schools, but will remain in the same school. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Me: But Mum you can’t do that. I mean it’s not my fault. My
Form Teacher…….<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, that’s the decision, so gear up for the next school
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I spent my Long Vacation in Agony. I studied harder. Tried
to convince my mum why she shouldn’t let me repeat a class talkless in the same
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Ah Ah... The Shame, The Pain, Kai!!!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thinking back now, i really feel like i should apologize to this girl who i painted black to save my failing behind. lol. </div>
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-27668602282475490052016-04-29T10:24:00.000-07:002016-04-29T10:24:12.544-07:00I AM ANGRYChange they say is the only constant thing in Life. Be it
anticipated Change or Instant Change, pray your “change” doesn’t come with
pain.<br />
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Like the woman who has had 6 successful births, and then the
7<sup>th</sup> one took her life. How do you explain this Instant Change to her
family? <o:p></o:p></div>
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Or the Woman who had waited 10years to conceive, carried her
baby to term, only to lose the child upon delivery. How do you explain this
instant change?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Once upon a time in 2010, I wrote about my trip to the
dentist (<a href="http://fragilelooks.blogspot.com.ng/2010/03/tease-me-out.html">Read here </a>). It was an impacted wisdom tooth and the dentist somehow
took out the tooth (non-surgical). I remember I still bled for about a week or
more and was in pain. And I swore never to go through this again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As much as i thought i was in pain back then, what i have experienced now, if far worse than what i had then.</div>
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April 2016, presented me with a mind blowing ache on my
Wisdom tooth on the Left side. Yes it was impacted, lying horizontally. Because
of the experience from the last extraction, I decided that I was going to use a
Government Hospital this time, and that’s how I got to National Hospital on Friday the 8<sup>th</sup>. I couldn’t get an appointment because it was late
and was asked to come on Monday. </div>
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Friday
night became a nightmare, so much that at 4am I was calling the hospital for
emergency but being that Saturday the 9<sup>th</sup> was Election Day and no
movement, I felt so helpless. I frantically started calling different hospitals
and got the response of my Life “OUR DENTIST DOESN’T WORK TODAY”.</div>
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In my pain
and discomfort, I made calls to friends for referrals etc, I got one in my Estate
but getting there, the Dentist wasn’t in town. Spoke with him on the Phone and
he asked that I get some pain relief and anti-biotics. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Not Satisfied, I went further till I found a private clinic
in my estate and I started calling the number but no one answered. Then
luckily, the security man came out and I explained myself to him and he called
the Doctor, and voila!!! Help was on the way. </div>
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My Joy was short lived as a lady who appeared to be the
secretary came in and I heard her grammar as she was talking with the security
guy, next thing she goes inside and changed into her nursing uniform. I told
myself that I’m in the wrong place.</div>
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Few minutes later, the dentist arrived, and I explained
myself to him. He said to me, yea I can do this, but you need to get our card
N5, 000, then Consultation N10, 000, and because it is a surgical extraction,
It will cost you N50, 000. Then I thought to myself, Babe!!!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was desperate, I was in pain. I was losing my mind. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then the Dentist that asked me to get the medication called
again, he said, don’t take that tooth out until that pain is managed else you
may have even bigger problems. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In my desperation, I got another referral in Garki. Spoke
with the guy, and he said, oh you can come. I was happy. But how do I get there
since there wasn’t any movement??<o:p></o:p></div>
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I called a friend, who took the risk and came to my rescue,
but before he got to me, my uncle called and said I shouldn’t go just anywhere
but to go back to National Hospital. And
that was how I made it back to National Hospital and it was still same Advice.
<b>“We have to manage this pain”</b> before we can think about the extraction. I was
given same prescription as the other dentist did and if by Monday there’s no
improvement, then I should come back, but without guarantee that I will be
attended to as Monday is their Theater Day. With this now, I went home and
commenced Medication. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But the Pain medication wasn’t helping at all. From
Diclofenac, to Zerodol P (Aceclofenac + Paracetamol), to Ibuprofen +
Paracetamol, nothing could soothe my pain. So on Monday, I went back to the
Hospital. After the examination, I got an xray done, and was asked to wait, in
hope that when the surgeons come out from the theater on time, then I might be
in luck. Spent my whole day and was told to come back the next day. And I was told that even though I’ve been
booked for Tuesday that it is not a guarantee as it is their “CLINIC Day”. So
until they have finished with their patients they had worked on previously, No
help for me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I cried all the way home. But Tuesday Morning, I got there
and refused to be let down. By afternoon, One of the nurses called me in and
said, you can’t continue waiting, you have to go and come back tomorrow as we
can’t attend to you today. I burst out in tears. Then the nurse who took my folder on Monday,
came to me and asked me not to go, that she will get them to see me today. I
was happy again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally, my time came. I got called in. and it was show
time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As my jaw dropped open for the local anesthetic to be administered,
memories of the time past flooded my consciousness. I cried hysterically and
the Surgeons were confused. They asked if I wasn’t ready for this that they
could stop at this point. </div>
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I managed to muster, go ahead. I watched as he put the surgical blade in my
mouth and cut. At this point, I shut my eyes. To dislodge the tooth was a lot
of work as it took well over an hour and the help of the consultant surgeon
before my ordeal was over. Of course I got another shot of the Local anesthetic
because at some point I could feel every tug and pull.<o:p></o:p></div>
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1 hour later, I was discharged and ready to go home. But as
the local anesthetic wore off, I was in mad pain. I took the ibuprofen +
paracetamol every 6 hrs but yet, it was a Joke. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I prayed as much as I could for strength each passing
minute. By late evening, I was still bleeding, and I had to bite down on a
gauze. I had difficulty swallowing and I couldn’t even eat anything.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Days later, with the pain partly reduced, I discovered I
couldn’t open my mouth enough for a spoon to go in. I knew that wasn’t right,
and I called the Dentist. I went back on Saturday and was prescribed another
antibiotics and different pain medication. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My next appointment for Tuesday was for the stitches to come off. But getting there, i couldn't open up wide enough for them to see anything and we ended up doing Jaw Exercise where wooden spatula's were stacked and forced into my mouth to unlock my jaw. After the session, i was asked to go home and continue with the exercise and come back on Friday. </div>
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I knew this was no joke as i was hell bent on getting my jaw to open up or else i would have to endure another surgery as i was told. So i did all i could and by Friday, i could open up much more and the stitches came off. </div>
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On Monday, i felt some needle like pain as i open and close my mouth. I immediately knew something wasn't right. I opened my mouth wide enough and looking through my mirror, i spotted a little white piece of bone that was causing the discomfort. I immediately called one of the Doctors who i've been in touch with since my ordeal started to complain and he said, its unlikely to be a Bone as the Bone in the area was taken off during Surgery, but i should watch it a few days but if i was that uncomfortable that i should come back for a review.</div>
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By Thursday, no change, and now in more pain, i booked an appointment for Friday. </div>
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I got to the hospital today, and was sent for an Xray, it came back that Truly, that what i saw and felt was indeed What it was. There was a piece of Bone in my Gum. </div>
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Fast forward, they had to numb me again as they had to irrigate the site to get the bone out. What bad news i got was that, they also suspect an onset of Osteomyelitis which they said they had to arrest ASAP. </div>
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I'm back to the Place where i thought i had left behind "PAIN" and "MEDICATIONS". </div>
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I am angry that they could've made such a mistake in the First Place.</div>
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I am angry that i have to be on this cocktail of medications again for the next 3 weeks.</div>
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I am angry that i have spent the whole month of April in agony</div>
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Yes i am angry at the Level of Pain i've been through which i don't deserve.</div>
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Above all, I am grateful to be Alive </div>
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-39346868361906964202016-02-01T03:52:00.001-08:002016-02-01T03:52:45.249-08:00ALWAYS ASK + HAPPY NEW MONTHHappy new month everyone. ... ..... do you see that we are already in February??? How's the new year resolution doing so far?<br />
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Well for me, its been very GOOD. That's all i can say.<br />
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Something happened in January that made me almost lose my patience. Hence i learned a new lesson "Never to assume that people know what they are doing" .<br />
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So the Inverter at work has been making this funny sound and i decided to call the people who sold and installed it for us to send their technician over to check it out.<br />
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From the first day we paid these guys for the inverter, their stories were always endless. From the delivery, to the installation etc, professionalism was ZERO. So with this new development, i was skeptical about calling them but went ahead and then .............................<br />
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The technician walked in about 10:30am touched the inverter and said it was HOT.<br />
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ME: Of course it is hot, its been on and its working. Besides i believe you know why you are here?<br />
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HIM: Yes. to service the Inverter. I will need to turn it off (disconnect) for it to cool<br />
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ME: That means we won't have light (because the NEPA / GEN lines pass thru the inverter)? And how long is this going to be off?<br />
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HIM: 30mins<br />
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ME: Ok<br />
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(after 30mins)<br />
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HIM: I need this to be off till i come back. I have to go somewhere, but i really need this machine to be off for Longer<br />
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ME: I thought you said 30mins? So if you leave when will you be back?<br />
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HIM: By 1pm. + can i have transport?<br />
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So i gave him 1k<br />
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Anyways long story short, this guy leaves, and of course we couldn't get any work whatsoever done for the day. And by 3pm i called him and he said he will be there soon. Called severally and he stopped picking my calls.<br />
2 hours later, he said he will be there before dark. I called the lady who we transacted the buying of the inverter from and she apologized and said she will contact him.<br />
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Finally, this idiot arrives by 6:40pm with his stories, but of course i didn't utter a word to him. So he turns the machine back on, and says, oh, the machine is fine now. You can see the noise has stopped.<br />
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ME: Blank stare<br />
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5mins later, the noise continues and he says:<br />
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HIM: The noise is not that bad again. This Machine needs servicing<br />
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at this point, i lost it.<br />
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ME: Are you ok? did you just say the Machine needs servicing?? What did you think you came here for? You wasted my whole day and you come back here telling me the obvious?? You must be special kind of dumb. when you came in here, did i not ask you, "I BELIEVE YOU KNOW WHY YOU ARE HERE"? and you told me YES. See ehn, i am already angry and pls don't even open your mouth to tell me rubbish<br />
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HIM: Ehn, i know you are angry, i am sorry. but i will need to carry the inverter and go to the office. the problem is with the Fan and it needs to be changed. it will cost about 50k to change that.<br />
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ME: Just forget about this ok. Don't worry. You can go.<br />
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HIM: I will come tomorrow and pick it up.<br />
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ME: Better call before coming<br />
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HIM: OK. Pls can i have transport to go?<br />
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ME: Are you ok? did i not give you transport in the morning? Infact, pls do me a favour, i don't want to see you here again.<br />
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HIM: But we are not quarreling naa.<br />
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ME: The door is open, pls leave now so i can go home.<br />
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<br />Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-81701334312559848582016-01-12T13:19:00.000-08:002016-01-12T13:19:40.526-08:00ITS 2016Happy New Year to everyone reading this and i Hope your year has just started right.<br />
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Well for me, i had a great Triumphant 2015, As in i hit rock bottom, i bounced back. I went down the Pit, I came up for air. I sank beneath the waves, and i was washed up. God sure was with me in 2015 and it all turned out for my good.<br />
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So here is 2016 in all its glory and i'm just here living it out daily.<br />
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I rummaged through my things as i would normally do at the beginning of the year, and found my random writings of things i ought to have done. Some of which i did and others i attempted and just abandoned.<br />
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I was meant to round up my MBA last year. As in all that was left to do was to turn in my Project, but you see, something "nonsenstical" happened and i just gave up. My Laptop crashed and i Lost EVERYTHING. As in every document i have ever worked on in my entire existence. Every School Work. Everything was gone.<br />
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My world came crashing with that, and i honestly had no clue where to start from. I started going back to my email to recall documents i might have emailed out to people but the most important at that time for me was my MBA Project. I could only find the first 2 chapters i had emailed my friend for proof reading and i just weak. Next was my supervisor calling to threaten me about my delay with my work and i blasted the man.<br />
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Long story Short, i Must get my MBA Certificate before the end of the first half of the year. Yes, I have started work on it all over again.<br />
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Still in my rummaging through my stuff, i found a medical report that stated that my Blood group is B+ve. All of my Life, i've known that i am O+ve so i was hugely surprised. So i called my mum sharpadly (U know that's not a word, right?) and she said that must be a mistake, there's only one B+ve in the house and it isn't you. Anyways, i've decided i have to go check my Blood group + Genotype again.<br />
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I Decided that in this 2016, i will travel more than i did last year. 2015 had me in one place from January - December. But in 2016, i will spread my wings and Soar.<br />
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So i started with Port-harcourt. I was so much in disbelief that i was in Port-harcourt <b><span style="font-size: large;">International </span></b>airport upon arrival. If not that i was aware that i boarded a Plane and came down from it, i would have sworn that i was in a wrong place.<br />
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Then onward Journey, i got to Bayelsa. Like Joke like Joke. . . . When election was going on and people were scared, that's how i went to Bayelsa. You see ehn, that Place na Nonsense town. If you ever plan to visit that state in the name that you are going to have Fun, Pls its better for you to go to ABA.<br />
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I've come to realize that i always travel to troubled places at odd times. The other time i went to Kano shortly after a Bomb blast.<br />
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Next trip is Accra in the First week of February and i'm excited.<br />
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I Promised myself i will take one picture a day throughout this year, and so far, i've missed one day and today, but after now i will take one anyhow cuz today ehn has been ghen ghen.<br />
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The good news of this year is un-explainable. So far its been testimonies and so shall it continue, AMEN.<br />
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HAPPY NEW YEAR ONCE AGAIN. Make the most of the Year 2016<br />
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<br />Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-84129788060877271232015-12-30T06:48:00.002-08:002015-12-30T06:48:58.008-08:00RANDOM NOTHINGS2015 is done...... as in one more day to go .... As in today is the Last Wednesday, and 2moro is the Last Thursday....... Kimonnnnnnn *moonwalks*<br />
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We go into a new year with <b>TGIF</b>..... hehehehehehehehehe........ What a good way to start the new year abi????</div>
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So in 2015, i've been called names by guys that i thought both cute and funny......</div>
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1. Mummy - this is the worst of it all.... </div>
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2. Aunty - Second worst...... </div>
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3. My Little Woman - This i think is damn so cute </div>
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4. My Future - Holy Cuteness</div>
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5. Sweetness - Oh well, i'm sweet Yeah..... bleh</div>
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6. Baby - this is as old as time</div>
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but in all these cute names, we got to straighten things up and out in 2016 becuz.....</div>
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7. <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">Daddy needs a new In-Law *winks*</span></b></div>
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Yet again today, same thing that happened to me years ago <a href="http://fragilelooks.blogspot.com.ng/2009/11/i-don-fall-my-hand.html">http://fragilelooks.blogspot.com.ng/2009/11/i-don-fall-my-hand.html</a> , happened again today but thankfully, it was a female Doctor this time around, so NO SHAME.</div>
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*TONGUEOUT*</div>
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Someone sent me a message that had my attention, and the sincerity in that message had me humbled. Will just drop it here..... :D </div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Hey Fragile , <span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: blue;">Very soon your BBM & inboxes will be inundated with messages from all who seek your attention & even a few who aren't seeking but feel duty bound or lets say, 'courteous enough' to send you the customary Christmas cheer & you will find it tiring to actually read through all the messages & respond appropriately. <span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: blue;">So before that madness drowns out my voice, I wanna take this opportunity to say, you may not know this as a hard fact but you truly added color to my life experience in 2015. 'Meeting' & getting to know you has been not just pleasant but also educating, sometimes inspiring, exasperating (a lot of the time), many times, challenging (in a very good way), but altogether enriching.<br />And for all these, I can pray (wish) with a depth in my soul, that in this season, you will find peace that boggles the mind, inexplicable favour with God & with man, joy unspeakable with loads of laughter, and the warmth & contentment of being surrounded by love from family & friends. <span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: blue;">Merry Christmas Fragile.<span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: blue;">Your 2016 experience will be filled with so much fulfillment that the downtimes of 2015 will be a distant memory. You are a phenomenal woman. I know you know this but sometimes question it because of some experiences. That's called life & the fact that you actually question the veracity of your awesomeness is what keeps you humble & makes it so. <span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: blue;">This was supposed to be an early Christmas message & is now bordering on a motivational pep talk so imma stop here. =-d</span></blockquote>
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Last Christmas, i swam in gifts, all thanks to my Cousin who made sure i got it all :D ...... Family is sure the best....<br />
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This Christmas, Santa forgot my address totally...... Choi.......... but i got a Lovely dress and a Perfume tho. So i am Super Grateful.<br />
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So i worried that spending Christmas away from family will be so Horrible that i will Loathe myself + i heard the Town usually is very Dry as lots of people travel.... I even had a panic attack when most of my friends traveled, but truth be told, this has been like every other day and i don't even see the difference. And this is my First Christmas away from Home (Family).<br />
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So i have told myself that come 2016, i will take a Picture for each day of the year. I hope i remember to do that.<br />
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What will you be doing on the Last day of 2015??????????????<br />
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Well, for me, My Fasting and Praying Continues and Crown it up with the Cross -Over Service in Church.<br />
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I FINISHED </div>
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-58114981740058237912015-12-16T15:54:00.000-08:002015-12-16T15:54:28.925-08:002015So the year is slowly creeping to an end and i still remember what happened from the beginning....<br />
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January 1st we were in church for a thanksgiving service for my Brother who God has destined that he will live.<br />
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January 3rd / 4th, we had that orishirishi drama where my father's sisters as usual came with their foolishness but this time, they got something different.<br />
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January 8th, i was back to base and work began.<br />
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February 14th, yet again, i had no "valentine" twenty something years in a row.... (Don't cry for me)<br />
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February 18th i welcomed my first Baby Boy in 2015 ......<br />
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April 17th, i welcomed yet another Baby Boy.......................<br />
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July 1st, i Welcomed yet another Baby Boy...................<br />
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September, for the first time in my existence, i had a boil in my eye..... That shit had me in pain.<br />
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October 1st, i got a year Older.<br />
New friendships were formed.<br />
Some Old friendships reviewed and re-positioned.<br />
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November 19th, i welcomed yet another Baby boy<br />
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November 22 - 29th, for the 2nd time in my life, i had a withlow............. Nasty stuff :(<br />
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November 27th, i Welcomed a Baby Girl<br />
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Dec 1st: i wrote a blog post<br />
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Dec 11th, work closed officially<br />
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Dec 15th, i taught my first class of foundation school<br />
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Infact, 2015 has been such a wonderful year that i cant even recount how many times i almost gave up on me.<br />
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But i've managed to stand still, look at my problems and Laugh through my Pain.<br />
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<li>2015, i understood the power of my silence. </li>
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<li>2015, i learned that i am stronger than i think i am</li>
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<li>2015, i made a decision not to allow anyone's opinion of me, make any meaning</li>
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<li>2015, Procrastination almost ruined me</li>
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<li>2015, even though i'm still single, i know that i'm willing to share my time and energy</li>
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<li>2015, i made some new friends</li>
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<li>2015, i struggled with my faith</li>
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<li>2015, i didn't even leave this City</li>
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<li>2015, I'm prepared for 2016</li>
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<br />Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-86513124602878818982015-12-01T02:18:00.000-08:002015-12-01T10:08:32.869-08:00EMERGING STRONGERJust because my mind failed to process these thoughts constructively, i wallowed in my own tears and almost gave into depression..... DEPRESSION!! Naa.... Never again in my life<br />
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Dear Fragile, its been tough, but you have dealt with worse REMEMBER????</div>
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See how the devil Wanted to rob you off your Joy.... haba!!!</div>
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These days, its become so easy to forget the way i've managed to beat all odds over the years and pull out even stronger than i began. Why???? Mba kwa, this is not the Fragile i used to know.</div>
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Fragile, you have changed over the years. You've become too emotional. You allow things get to you so easily these days. Its being Human.... I Know.</div>
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So this is me, once again reminding myself that </div>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am still very smart despite some poor decisions i made</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Shying away from certain responsibilities doesn't make me Irresponsible</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">My needs and wants are never to be mixed up again</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">I have the greatest support system in family</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">I should never place priority on people / things above myself</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">If i smell a rat, its most definitely a RAT</span></li>
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That being said, HAPPY NEW MONTH EVERYONE. </div>
Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-72035733965057824942015-11-30T11:24:00.000-08:002015-11-30T11:24:16.810-08:00TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ALLI'm in a very Narrow Space crowded with my emotions seeping deep . <div>
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Sometimes i just want it all to end. Sometimes i'm too tired to think straight.</div>
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Sometimes i want to give into these pressures, but to what end though?</div>
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Every new day comes with its Challenge, Like it just Pours...</div>
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Today was a death; Then depression; Then no zeal to even try; Then the quitting Option</div>
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The pressures are real, even more real the confusion in my head</div>
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Sometimes all we need is that One friend who tries to help you make sense of it all. The one who gives you a listening ear and let you cry on their shoulders. Today like always, my best friend helped me make sense of my state of mind. </div>
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-5672138701012107072015-11-24T04:26:00.002-08:002015-11-24T09:15:41.951-08:00NO SHAME IN NAKEDNESS??????No Shame in Nudity is the new world thing abi??? I mean its normal to walk around with little or nothing left to imagine and even posting full Nudes online... Nudity is beautiful???? YES!!!!!<br />
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but not until you are among the people like me in life who have a habit of tugging at my clothing's be it long or short *insertsadface*....<br />
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I am one of those people (i know i'm not alone..... i know it :P) that will rock my clothes for different purposes.... For example, One time i wore my black top as a Skirt and using the sleeves as a bow in front and even pinned a rose on it. If i don't tell you what i've done, you will most probably not know, and so many other things i've tried with my clothes...<br />
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But this incident is about a tube gown i've had for years now which i think looks funny as a gown and thus i decided it should take the place of a skirt. I have worn this Skirt (Gown) severally without any drama's until this Day.... mhhhhhhhh.<br />
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That's how i wore my beautiful Skirt this day and noticed it was lose on me, WHY????? A sister has lost some weight again..... *sadface* but never the less and against my better judgement, i went ahead with putting it on and decided that pulling the skirt waist high, and using a belt on the top i was wearing will help keep it in place. It felt right tho and so I Moved out to start my day.<br />
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But you see eh, today had a different plan for me as it wasn't even my cloth tugging habit that Shamed me, but my weight loss and the over-confidence i had in the belt.... *weeps*<br />
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i had stepped out of the cab that took me to a meeting i was to have with someone this morning, i failed to realise that my Lovely skirt had left my waist low enough to show my butt.... and NO i wasn't even wearing a full pant.... <br />
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Some boys (aboki's) had just passed me and i was wondering why they were staring as i was trying to pay the cab guy. And i even heard one say "Fine Girl".....<br />
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#SadTuesdayFragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-81911032910324253192015-11-16T05:20:00.000-08:002015-11-16T14:23:03.268-08:00DO YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY??It's beautiful how the thought of you makes me quiver and causes my heart to flutter. I remember the first time i felt this way towards another. It was pure magic, and there was no sense in telling that i wasn't captured in the whirlwind of Love and romance. I was young and un-thinking, But Mother warned me of that...<br />
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The thoughts of you makes me quiver and causes my heart to flutter. And each time we speak, my whole being goes into our communication.</div>
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The touch of you makes me shiver, the soft touch of your hands on my skin. The gentleness in every kiss and the over-riding pleasure in every hug that leaves me longing for more. </div>
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How much i wondered, if I'll ever feel this way again... if i'll ever let these feelings Win......</div>
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How long it took before your Hello brought me to my knees..... How long its been to get here again.</div>
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But how can i say these words, constantly jammed in my head??? How can i bare my soul without words??</div>
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Can you read my mind?? </div>
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If you do, do you understand me? </div>
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I am Older and more careful, but Mother never stops to say "CAUTION". . . . Mother was there in the beginning. Mother knew my pain. Mother knew i was better than that... </div>
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i'm here again, today in my history, my words lodged behind my throat, and my thoughts pausing at every crossroad. . . . But i think you understand, but the Question remains......</div>
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-55877098390384363822015-11-11T19:10:00.000-08:002015-11-11T19:10:42.754-08:00SOCIAL DAMAGEJust because my life has become such a bore and i have really become way too nice, and also become too soft for the entire world to see through and take a slice of my niceness..... but that's not the problem.<br />
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The problem really is that i have failed in so many ways to win these wars in my head. I have failed to see that the humans of the world cannot be trusted let alone be pleased. </div>
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I have come to realize that so many of us think that "WE HAVE FRIENDS", yet in time of immediate need "WE HAVE NO FRIENDS". </div>
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Let me tell you this story of how social media has damaged our lives. How we seek social acceptance rather than self respect. How we have so many friends and yet have no friend. How we belong to eeverybody and nobody. Its unfortunate how we have become damaged without even pausing to see the extent of our damage.</div>
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This is a story of someone who has so many friends and no friend; Who was in a situation of helplessness and no one was around except for THIS FRIEND. In this situation still wanted to capture the moment of helplessness to share with the Many Friends on Social Media to attract Social Sympathy.<br />
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-20217022049962601982015-11-05T14:16:00.002-08:002015-11-05T14:16:37.515-08:00WHEN LOVE HAPPENSDo you ever meet someone and become immediately convinced that they could be the one??<br />
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Then gradually, we come to a realization that we should have taken it slow. We begin to see those crooked lines that appeared so perfect. We look ahead and project the future, where our <b><i>"immediate the one" </i></b>doesn't even fit into our lives. We sometimes hate that we didn't think it all over, but we will remember the moments and sometime smile, while hating those friends who knew but said nothing.<br />
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Well, i met Dawson on a day that all my senses took a vacation. His brilliant smile left me in a trance and his Hello left me singing "HE TOUCHED ME".... Dee as i would come to call him was all shades of cute and i knew that my senses won't be back from its vacation for a long time. We talked a little and exchanged numbers and parted ways.<br />
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We talked daily henceforth, had random dates and everything about us seemed all perfect. I couldn't believe that i would come to have this whole package of awesomeness who always found a way to feed my expectations of him. He was gentle, He was Fun, He had and air of excellence around him. He was Open, fearless and great all round. I mused of how Loving our home will be if we remained happily ever after. I thought about how amazing our kids would be and what a great father he will turn out to be.<br />
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We both knew about our daily lives. We ran our days to do list by each other and always followed up to know progress. If this isn't Love then, i really don't know.<br />
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My Dee is the King of friends, Male and Female alike. He is Loved by all. Despite the bevy of ladies, he still had time for me. I had no cause to worry. He never gave me a reason to be uncomfortable as he will tease me about the guys who made passes at me.<br />
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Dee gave me the best time. The weekend get away's after he's been away for a while. Yes, he always made up for his absence. All who knew us always said "You both are perfect for each other", but those closer to Dee failed to tell me the truth that most of them knew.<br />
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Dee is getting married, and i am not his Bride.<br />
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What did i fail to see?? Where did i go wrong??<br />
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PS: This post isn't about me :DFragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-85961886758927536212015-11-05T12:40:00.000-08:002015-11-05T12:40:28.731-08:00WITHIN MEWithin my soul burns a passion for excellence.<br />
Of progress and exciting moments.<br />
Within my soul burns a desire to soar<br />
Of achieved goals as dreams unfold.<br />
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Within my heart burns a desire for Love<br />
To have, to hold and forever<br />
Within my being, burns my passion for you<br />
Of the ever after happiness pledged.<br />
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Within me longs for a new life<br />
The bulge, the pain and the whole change<br />
Within me are fears of the new change<br />
The stories, different from the reality.<br />
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<br />Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-6653624749910184462015-09-04T10:40:00.000-07:002015-09-04T10:40:48.928-07:00LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">let me entertain you with my tears</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that flow from self pity</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the knowing that most things done, are wrong, yet the thought that it doesn't count.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">let me entertain you with my fears</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that nothing good comes from me,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that everything step i take meets yet another stumbling block.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">when wounded, makes me rage like wild fire</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the lessons i learn sometimes laced with regret.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">let me entertain you with my doubt</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that no one is out there with any good intentions</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but daily encounters have yet to prove me otherwise</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">let me entertain you with my weakness</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the life of i can always do it later</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the stolen drive, passion and will to accomplish </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the milestones achieved yet unnoticed</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the voice in my head that says, you just did it.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that mask the pain within my soul</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the hope that someday everything will be just fine</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that consciousness to always speak right</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the swallowed words voiced in my head</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the crazy emotions that paints a perfect picture</span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that reality of it that can't be described</span></b><br />
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THE HEART REMAINS DECEITFUL.</div>
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You don't know, the beauty of the future, ''ÓUR FUTURE" perfectly painted and sealed in the web of my emotions. </div>
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Handbag in hand, i leave home in the early morning <br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile <br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I watch my bed with a surge of that well known sadness <br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And I have to sit down for a while <br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The feeling that I'm leaving her for 12 hrs</div>
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mschewwww...... mornings are not a tired girls friend abi??? I almost cry, leaving my bed behind every morning. (A Lazy girls thots)</div>
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So i amuse myself with thoughts of having to wake up each day only to stay in bed and order people around to do stuff for me and at the end of it all, those lovely text messages will keep hitting my phone</div>
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<b><span style="color: lime;">"Credit Alert!</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: lime;">Acc#:000**********</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: lime;">Amt: 500,000,000.00</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: lime;">Desc: Bouqet of Roses Int'l</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: lime;">Time: 09/04/14@2:50 PM</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: lime;">Avail Bal: 6,500,385,430.68</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: lime;">Total Bal: 6,505,385,430.68</span></b></div>
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Is that not Life? Ehn, Eezit not?</div>
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<b>But you See</b></div>
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<span style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;">I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay </span><br style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;">Ain't it sad <b>(NO, if i don't, who i wan leave am for?)</b></span><br style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;">And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me </span><br style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;">That's too bad</span><br style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;">In my dreams I have a plan </span><br style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #474747; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;">If I got me a wealthy man.............</span></div>
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-55913490280444397032014-04-01T07:16:00.002-07:002014-04-01T07:16:43.761-07:00REMOVING COBWEBSThis Relationship has become a VERY Distant one....<div>
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-54792984533537082262013-02-16T14:29:00.001-08:002013-02-16T14:29:51.766-08:00MEETING MY SISTER<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white;">Last Christmas, i found out that my Younger Sister is here in Abuja, and lives with her aunt about 15/20 mins away from me, and from that moment of knowing, i made up my mind that i must go and see her once i got back.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Today all my antsy feeling about meeting my Half sister was put to rest.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">After well over a Decade plus years, i Finally saw my Younger Sister today..........</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">A week Today was the first time i spoke with her on the phone, and i was super excited at the tone of her voice. She inquired about my children and i immediately knew she was mistaking me for my/our Oldest Sister. And i tried to explain myself and she goes, O, honestly, i can't remember you all, and all i did was laugh because same thing happened with her/our Brother, who couldn't tell us apart when he came visiting last christmas.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> She sounded all grown and feisty, and i just couldn't wait to see her.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Today, with the help of 2 members of my church choir, i set out to get the address she had given me. Luckily for me, one of the guys knew the road and area quite well.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">We missed quite a few turns here and there and i had to keep calling her to be sure we were on course and she said she was going to be standing by a junction, and while we felt we had missed a turn again, we decided to stop and ask questions.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> We approached a girl by a gate near a junction and stopped to ask for direction, and just as i looked up, that knowing smile got me, and i knew immediately that she was the one.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">That moment had come. I saw her, and i/she recognized her/me.</span></div>
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We are Most definitely going to be spending some weekends together very soon...............<br />
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-37448957571378787362013-02-05T14:59:00.000-08:002013-02-05T14:59:56.367-08:00DEAR BLOG OWNEROur relationship started off great. You Loved me, and i Loved you. You were never too distant from me and it gave me great pleasure. But now i feel heartbroken, betrayed and worse still abandoned. <br />
You come to me some days and struggle to give me a treat, but in the end you slam your PC shut and get busy with other stuff. Not exactly a delightful experience. <br />
I really do miss our relationship back in the days.... Don't know what i've done to deserve this treatment. Please re-consider and Know that, I STILL LOVE YOU.<br />
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Dear Blog,<br />
Thanks for reminding me that you still love me. I once was crazy about you, and Loved you. I still love you though but i must acknowledge the fact that alot has changed in our relationship because i cheated and still cheating on you with FB and TWITTER. <br />
There are so many stuff i wanna share with you, but most times i am so Lazy to actually get around to it. <br />
I will rather not make promises i won't keep, but lets hope that this year be better than Last year.<br />
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Your's Truly<br />
Blog OwnerFragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-61792036687452289682012-10-12T03:14:00.002-07:002012-10-12T03:14:31.576-07:00EVER FAITHFUL GODI cannot begin to say all he has done....... i will probably spend eternity still counting the blessings of God upon my life and family. Ever Faithful even in my Unfaithfulness.<br />
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I turned 26 this year with much more responsibilities than i can ever imagine, but God has been faithful.<br />
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I turned 26 the same day my sister had her traditional marriage. It was the awesomest day ever.... My God shut all ill speakers up, as we merried, laughed, danced and had and awesomely fantastic day. OCT 1ST 2012, will not be forgotten in a very long while.<br />
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I seem to have had some wrong turns @ 26. Reminds me of 23 & 24 but with a different mindset. 25 came too easy, like a flash.... but i like 26 cuz the lessons of life became more clearer.<br />
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<strong>LIVE, LOVE, FORGIVE...................</strong></div>
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More than before, i've come to realize how truly beautiful i am. Not in a vain way, but because ive come to appreciate the WORK OF ART God made me Inside and Out. </div>
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I need not any man telling me "Wow, you are Beautiful".... NO. I walk with the consciousness that God specially made me beautiful and placed in me a compassionate heart, which is in itself more beautiful than my outward appearance.</div>
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@ 26, i'm letting myself get schooled on Patience and Tolerance, and so far..... its been a great lesson, especially with a Man who totally and is patiently helping me through this phase. He has been all kinds of AWESOME, even when i push him to the extreme. Taking his last Name...........*smiles*</div>
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Life had dished its Up's and Downs. i may have struggled, battled emotions, wept, cursed, blamed, taken it anyhow............</div>
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@ 26, the year of the Word of God, I UNDERSTOOD.</div>
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HAPPY WEEKEND</div>
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Fragilelookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04716693116129709342noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963335597828232288.post-89014708750865385252012-08-21T14:52:00.002-07:002012-08-21T14:52:50.501-07:00MY FATHER'S WIFE IS GETTING MARRIED<div style="text-align: center;">
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I remember my inquisitive self, sneaking into the Girls Dorm of my Father's House. </div>
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But in all these lot, there was One that stood out. One that marred my childhood, but still the One that this story is about.... <strong>MY FATHER'S WIFE.</strong>
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She was the Queen of Hints and Hearts Magazine (sorry if you don't about those Magazines). She helped me never miss an edition as it was like a daily devotional for her.
She was a hopeless romantic, a lover at heart and head, and had everything good going for her, even with the Boyfriend who loved her through distance and flooded her with sweet timeless love letters that blew my young mind away.
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He was going to marry her. They were gonna be together, and nothing would stop that.
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It was so, until she became my Father's Wife.
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I felt sorry for her. I hated her, but I wished her well, though i knew her madness with my Father wouldn't last long.
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Few Years down the line, true to my predictions, it was so. She had to leave. Her time was up.</div>
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So, Perhaps i wasn't the only one that felt it was the end of the road for her.
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A single mother with My Brother and Sister. If my Father did anything about them, i have no knowledge of it, but i can remember the rejected gifts we had sent at sometime.
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She probably didn't want anything from us, but she has somethings that belong to us. </div>
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She has my Sister and my Brother, and no matter what, they are Family.
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She picked her pieces together perhaps. i heard she went back to school, got a part time job and is curently or has just finished her NYSC (things going well huh?).
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I was almost in tears (of Joy though), Happy and felt all mushy some days ago when i heard, <strong>"MY FATHER'S WIFE IS GETTING MARRIED". True Love! O' True Love!!</strong>
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MY FATHER'S WIFE IS GETTING MARRIED to the man whose Love letters blew my young heart away. A man who despite all odds, decides to come for his True Love (MY FATHER'S WIFE).
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I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST HER.
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