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His heart dropped as he saw the figure standing beside him. This is not the person I want to see. Bolade was disheartened.
Bolade wished she would just leave. He didn’t even have the energy, after the disappointment, to say anything to her. He gave her a weak smile. Bolade saw a look on her face that baffled him. It was like she understood why his smile had just changed from an excited one to a weak one. Did she know what he was thinking?
“You miss her?” Funke said, without warning.
Bolade was taken aback but he couldn’t act like all was well. He was drained and maybe talking with this girl would help, so he decided to talk. “I do.”
Funke nodded. “I have seen you withdrawn and distracted for weeks. I had wanted to reach out for a while but didn’t know what to do or how to do. Today, I saw you look depressed again and decided to make the move.”
“Bolade, there are many people looking up to you whether you believe it or not. There are many students in this school who care deeply about you. We are not happy when you are not happy.”
Bolade was looking at her mouth as she was speaking. No one had ever said that to him before. It made him wonder if she was talking about people or talking about herself. Bolade didn’t have to think so long.
Funke’s faced became a little serious. “Bolade, I like you. I always have.”
Bolade winced. Not again!
…to be continued!
*Note: I know this continuation seems really “slow”…please bear with me. I’m still very busy with other responsibilities but trying to keep up with my promise of posting daily (except Sundays)…I hope to post something very LONG soon. The Veil continues on Monday. Thanks. Your comments are appreciated!
I am currently typing this post with David seated to my left, his hands resting on my left leg , and with Esther sitting on my laps. Quite sweet , yes! Also very uncomfortable, yes!! By the way, they are on vacation!!!
Why am I telling you this?
I need to write but David wants to watch his Christian music video on the laptop (Kids Praise). I wanted to ask him to come back later but I could see he really wanted to watch, so I indulged him. The two applications are on at the same time (WordPress and VLC player); he’s watching and I’m typing.
Now to Esther, there are times she just wants to be with her daddy. Such moments are very precious and I don’t take them lightly. So, I indulged her too.
Friend, are you so busy pursuing your dreams that you don’t have time for the people or things that should ALSO be important to you.
In my opinion, it’s okay to miss one or two ‘business deals’ if your wife is really craving some quality time. It’s okay to put off your phone and just spend time, uninterrupted, with your friends and/or family.
I’ve learnt and still learn a lot from my mother, Mrs. Sinmisola Olufunke Adigun. She would almost always say, “Timilehin, life is about making sacrifices; about compromising for others!”
Please note that I am not talking about compromises that negate your values or your convictions. I’m talking about compromises that deal with altering your schedule or plans just once in a while; going the extra mile for someone.
By the way, my children have left. They’ve gone to their mother. Guess my typing is boring them. #smiles. But I’m glad I did not lose the moment.
Do you need to visit your parents this Christmas?
Do you need to take your spouse on a date?
Do you need to make your loved ones know they are more important than your phone?
Do you need to hold your child in your arms while you work?
Do you need to call your son overseas and tell him you love him?
Please DO IT NOW!!! Life is made beautiful with SWEET COMPROMISES!
I have always marveled at the unparalleled ecstasy and thrill we experience whenever we win. I was sitting close to a lady sometime recently; she was playing Candy Crush! You should have seen her joy every time she won. I couldn’t help smiling along, sharing in her joy. Winning is beautiful.
I desire you to win also in EVERY sphere of your life. There are SEVERAL key notes and nuggets when it comes to winning but for the sake of this post, I would mention just four (4).
I would use as a case-study a football match we played over the weekend. I doubled as coach and ‘super-sub’. It was a beautiful football match and we loved it all the way. By the way, we won 2-1.
To win, my first nugget to you is HAVE A PLAN!
Draw up your winning strategy. No one just wakes up in the morning and wins. You need to map out a plan, direct a course and endeavor to stick to it.
Secondly, be up and doing. Start executing your plans. While not executing, rehearse/practice/experiment; that is, keep working on yourself to improve your chances and reduce your odds against your competition.
As a third nugget, I would ask that you please get like-minded people on your team. Get cheer leaders! In this world of many ‘Nay-Sayers’, get a committed team of supporters who would stand by you, advise you and constructively criticize you as the case may be. You will continuously need their cheers. And be faithful to your supporters (family, friends, co-workers, etc)!
Finally, my fourth nugget is: CELEBRATE your successes; even the little ones! Please, tap yourself on the shoulder every now and then and appreciate yourself (even if others don’t.) Never allow discouragement get the better of you at any time.
I believe in you and know you will win!
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I love you!
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I have a confession to make. Yes! I have been with a prostitute before. You might be disappointed in me but please just read on and you would understand why it happened.
The day I met her, I was surprised at how she was dressed. She later even told me that her dressing was ‘decent’…I could only imagine what her ‘indecent’ would then be.
This prostitute called me a few days prior and we scheduled an appointment at my office. (She knew about me through one of my books “Choices”, available for free download on “My fiction books” page). She came to see me and we spoke at length. She told me how she doesn’t know who her real parents her. She explained that a “madame” had taken her while we was a child (under 10 years) and had taken care of her, which means giving her a roof over her head, clothes to wear, and food to eat.
In no time, still as a child, she became a prostitute, under ‘madame’ and started making good pay. By the time I was speaking to her, she was about nineteen years. She had been a prostitute more than half of her life.
She kept repeating the words, “I am trash”. “I know I am trash.”
Long story short, before she left my office, I introduced her to Jesus, the only One I know who can making something beautiful out of trash. She had been so hardened by her past, that though she was talking about very painful things, she didn’t even cry. Her eyes only got misty at some points. She must have learned how to subdue her emotions.
Today, she has a new life and is doing well. She’s still recovering and I believe her recovery would be faster. Amen!
Can I please ask? What benefit do men have in sleeping with children? Why are people so cruel as to ruin the life of an innocent child because of their own selfish gain? This is simply WICKED!
That ‘call girl’ or ‘prostitute’ would NEVER sleep with anyone if she had a choice; that smile she gives you is a fake and practiced smile. She hates the life!
WHERE ARE THE GOOD PEOPLE who would love and give freely without asking anything in return! Millions of girls are being sold and used because we are just sitting and watching.
I don’t want this post to be too long so I have to make myself stop but let me say just one more thing. You might be saying, but I don’t service brothels! Happy for you but do you watch PORN?
Every time you click that link or open that site, demand for porn increases, and so does demand for the ‘actors’ and ‘actresses’ called porn stars. Hence, the pimps would go to some remote village, promise the girls a better life and take them to a world of no return. They would be literarily ‘caged’, raped severally until they are emotionally dead, and then they begin to ‘service men’ and/or ‘shoot videos’.
Imagine if that sex slave was your sister or your daughter! Please, let us think away from ourselves. Save a life today!
And if you’ve had a past or present of being a call girl or prostitute, I know many such girls who are now living a beautiful life. Yours won’t be an exception. You are not too dirty. Jesus’ blood is still potent. He will wash you clean and make you whole. Your future WILL still be BEAUTIFUL.
I love you!
Dedicated to all young boys and girls sold to sex slavery and prostitution. Help is on its way!
Many thanks again to you for following my writings on this blog. This post is a continuation to my previous two posts on ‘You may kiss your bride’.
I’ve stated the reasons why I didn’t kiss my wife in public but now I want to let you know what I did behind closed doors. #smiles
I need to start by stating that I had been desperate to kiss her for years so I was in the mood the moment she became my bride. But being a very conservative man, I still didn’t want any public show not even at the reception.
So, guess where I stole my first kiss?
In the car!!! On our way to the reception.
Then many more followed in our own car as I drove to the hotel where we were to have our honeymoon. It was heavenly!
You know what? Throughout our honeymoon, we explored and learnt how to kiss better (and to do other things I won’t mention…lol). There were awkward moments but we felt no shame. We rather laughed at ourselves. I’ve been smiling and giggling as I write this. I’m sure my wife would laugh too when she reads.
So, for that person that has been lied to that for you to satisfy your man or woman in the future, you need to be experienced. That’s RUBBISH!!!
How many “spit/saliva swaps” do you need to become experienced enough. I’m sorry! I usually call kissing, spit swapping when I wanna discourage indiscriminate kissing.
It’s so sweet when you and your spouse grow together and nobody is feeling like the novice or professor, as the case may be.
That said, if you’ve done enough kissing in your life, it’s still fine. But try to keep it hence for your spouse alone and be patient enough to allow your spouse grow and learn too when he/she is now yours.
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Now, to my second reason for not kissing my wife after the presiding minister gave his blessing. Ready?
Now, this is so controversial and many of you would want to have my head after this but I guess I am entitled to my own opinion, right?
I personal feel kissing your spouse in front of hundreds or thousands of onlookers is rather inappropriate. Children might have to close their eyes, teens might start feeling things (don’t mind me…just expressing my thoughts). It becomes worse when the minister says “Go on! Go on!! Don’t stop!!!”…hmmm
I was at a meeting where couples were asked to kiss each other in the presence of many adolescents. The minister had a noble intention; to ignite some passion in marriages but I think he could have done that at an “Only Couples Dinner” or something.
A teenage girl beside me had to say, “Timi, I am very uncomfortable with this. Why are they doing this in our presence?” (paraphrased). I was much younger then.
I know I would get some counter arguments on this. I am open to them.
I love you! I’m sure you know that by now. Please keep visiting my blog; you’ll be glad you did.
And in between, I love my wife. Please stay faithful to your spouse!
This morning, I was staring at my children as my 3 year old son and my almost 2 year old daughter fought over a ball.
It hurt me that they were at each other’s necks for something quite trivial.
It wasn’t the ball they were fighting for. IT WAS THEIR PRIDE; their selfish pride at that moment.
Most, if not all wars, are caused by senseless pride, greed and selfishness.
It’s so easy to cast an accusing finger at nations and their leaders who are at war. But aren’t we doing same in our own little ‘worlds’.
That silly quarrel, that power tussel, that intense debate…they are usually one and the same.
Please learn to let go when you can. Please try to look away from yourself once in a while so as to put a smile on another’s face.
Let love win over hate and bitterness!
I love you!
The morning was unusually cool. Irene could already feel a spring in her steps as he stepped off the bed. Maybe it was a dream she had; she couldn’t remember. A smile lit her face as she made her way to the bathroom to pee. She walked past the mirror and that’s when it started again.
She couldn’t look and she wouldn’t look. She had never gotten over her dad’s words when she was only five. She buried her head in her hands as she relieved herself. After cleaning up, she stood, walking past the mirror again. This time she stopped and faced it. And the words that haunted her everyday of her life came tumbling back and every good feeling she had when she woke was all gone.
As she looked in the mirror she remembered how she had run to the mirror that day. It was a dark night. Her dad came home drunk and saw Irene sitting on the settee, with only her pant on. He came in and just stared at her. She was already afraid because she had seen him beat her mum when in his drunken state but what he said next was unexpected and she never recovered from it.
See her! See how she’s dressed! She wants to seduce me like her mother did. Pointing at her, he added. Who told you to could ever attract a man; you’re so ugly! He said that and wobbled to his room.
Irene’s five year old heart was torn. She raced to the bathroom, put on the light and looked in the mirror. What she saw there was beautiful; only with tears streaming down. She convinced herself that dad didn’t mean what he said. Irene convinced herself that her dad would apologise in the morning like she usually saw him do with her mum when he was sober. With that hope she had slept.
She had woken up the next morning only to see her dad and mum fighting. When she greeted him, he looked at her, sober now, and said, ‘Like mother like daughter. Ugly little whore!’ Irene was speechless for the second time in less than twelve hours. Her dad walked out on them that day and that was the last time she saw him. He moved away and re-married.
Now eighteen, and in her third year in a private university, Irene had not outgrown the verbal abuse. She hated mirrors. She grew up avoiding them. Her roommate in school once asked her why she didn’t have or use mirrors and she laughed it anyway. But the truth was she hated to look at herself because every time she did, like at the moment, all she saw was the ugly little whore that no man would ever love.
Irene started sobbing all over again. She had lived thirteen miserable years ever since that day and she wondered when it would ever end. She had noticed that over the years, she felt rather elated, yet doubtful when guys or girls said she was pretty. That was the singular reason why she had given in to different boys that wanted sex; she just wanted to feel wanted. She had even done girls once, when a girl told her she was in love with her.
Irene knew she wasn’t happy. All those who professed love had hurt her and she was even more confused and she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t even know what to think or believe about herself. Irene walked into the room, lay back on the bed, and sobbed all morning. And she knew that was just the beginning of her sobs that day.
Ever been in Irene’s shoes or have some words for her? Please comment. Thanks!