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Me opening the doors of this blog again... lol Hiiiiiii everyone. Guys, I'm literally shouting my 'hiiiii' here, so just read it in the highest pitch of your voice. It's been almost two years I typed anything on my dashboard - you know you could have imagined I've been scribbling things down but couldn't publish for whatever reason... Nah, I haven't typed a word on my blog since November 2017, and the last post was even titled Tired does it . So you can imagine what space I was at the time. But hey, look who's back... *insert the remix of I'm coming Home  to sing something like I'm now back home.* Boy, did I miss this blog or what. I did but I won't lie, these past two years have been verrryyyyy hectic, plenty ups that I remain grateful for, and a considerable amount of downs - the type that would make you question everything you ever believed in , but thanks be to God who causes us to triumph always. I just wanted to pop in her...

Hello people. I know I have been missing in action for so long. I have had a million and one things going, hence, my absence. I hope we've been doing great? I have missed being here but I know I'll be back soon (can't promise when) and powerfully too. However, something happened to me today and I just had to share here because I have this intense feeling that someone out there needs to read this. Enjoy! And have a fabulous 'turn-up' filled weekend. Cheers! *** Sometimes, 'tired does it'. I'll explain. Sometimes, you need to get tired of your situation ( now you understand the kind of tired I'm talking about ). I was facing a particular situation, a very hectic one that had lasted for a while. I had done everything I could; followed all instructions given by experts; researched and read things from google searches and followed every tip wholeheartedly. Yet, nothing seemed to be working. The expected results were not forthcoming. It w...

#TGIF beautiful people. The weekend is upon us and I can bet most of us can't wait for the weekend to start already. Well, guess what? The weekend has started! . I'm starting off my weekend with this beautiful song by South African gospel artist - Loyiso Bala   titled Siyabonga, which simply means "thank you". Beautiful song, I must say. Enjoy! . Watch the video  here . You can also watch the video right here on the blog if your device has a flash player that would allow you to do that. Video below: Download the audio  here . . Lyrics I call you first I call you last I call you everything that you are You are the one who gives to all, more than we could ever ask You are love, beautiful love that never fails me You restore all things to you, perfect and true Thank You Jesus for Your love Thank You Jesus for Your love Siyabonga, Siyabonga You are so amazing, Filled with Grace Siyabonga, Siyabonga You are my hope You are my peace Lord in You...

Hello People! How are we doing? . Welcome to the 8th month of the year. Can you believe it? 2017 is going so fast and even though I felt July was really slow, it's amazing to see how fast the year is going generally. I hope we've all been putting our aspirations and inspirations to good use. If you're like me who is yet to meet a whole bunch of set targets  don't get all worked up. You're not alone. We're in this together... lol. But of course, we can't relent in our efforts to meet those targets and reach those goals. . Today, I just want to think aloud. Call it a random musing , open soliloquy ... whatever fits the description after you're done reading. But it's borne out of what I have observed in the past few months; an issue that began to affect my self esteem without even realizing it until a week ago when I was at a book review and the issue came up and it struck me for the umpteenth time. It's about comparison of people's ...

Hello everyone. Welcome to a brand new month; the seventh month of this 'awe-mazing' 2017.😀 Before I go on to the main gist of this post, let me start by appreciating everyone for reading through the very first short story series for the year. Thanks for your comments on the blog and on different social media platforms. I'm grateful for the feedback every time. If you haven't read any of the stories, please feel free to search the blog for interesting original short stories from my stables. All you have to do is type the title of the story into the search box to access all episodes for a story. Titles of stories published so far are: - The Butterflies - Being Human - Good Riddance - Chasing Shadows - A Couple of Three (#ACOT ) - Bed of Roses (sequel to #ACOT) - Hook, Line and Sinker *** Yes, to the gist for today. The subtitle of my blog that says " A little bit of everything infused into one"  means something bigger than just writing short st...

Three weeks later "Thank you so much" She stretched out her hand to shake the outstretched hand of her doctor - Mrs. Williams. She preferred to call her that. She was her counselling psychologist but she'd rather just call her Doctor to make herself feel better about the entire arrangement. It had been a rather stressful exercise having to admit painful truths and literally confess those truths during the sessions. "You're always welcome." Mrs. Williams smiled back. " So I'll see you..." "Friday." She moved the chair she was previously sitting on back to its former position and made her way to the door. "And I promise to be here on time" She gave a reassuring smile before shutting the door. She stopped outside the door for a few seconds to catch her breath before making her way out of the building. The sessions were becoming more hectic. She had just spent the last hour trying to convince her doc...

As he drove them all to the hospital, a million and one things ran through his mind. Bisola had collapsed so fast, he couldn't get a chance to ask Sharon to explain herself. Sharon on the other hand, seemed to have had enough of the drama. She had picked her hand luggage as they hurried to the hospital. At first, he thought she was going to drop by on the way to the hospital but when she followed them on, he figured she had plans to leave when Bisola was stable. It was obvious she was indeed a good friend. But that was not the issue here. He needed answers. Peju on the hand could not be consoled. She kept crying till they got to the hospital. She feared for her cousin. She kept hoping that the doctors would find nothing terribly wrong with her, especially in connection with her brain. It was awkward to know someone this close that would have issues with her mental health, albeit self-imposed denial. That's what she chose to call it after listening to Sharon's side of t...