Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Sunday, 21 June 2015

So its Father’s Day Today?

So today is father’s day? I could hardly tell, even though I went to church and at the end of Mass the priest wished all fathers a Happy Father’s day. It was not until I got home and saw the notification from my Blog-Grandma’s blog (ErnieshaTibs): “Happy Father’s Day to My Husband”, that it dawned on me. That post is so touching; a post inspired by true love for her man. I felt like crying at the end...lol. (Make I hear). 

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

My Mother

I dedicate my post on this day to my dearest mother, Mrs. Cecilia Egwumba, as she celebrates her birthday to day. She is priceless to me and the best woman I know and have ever known in my few (or many) years in this world. So I remember this poem by Ann Taylor which we sang (just the verse: who sat and watched...) a lot in primary school, and I am bringing it up here, just for my mother.

Friday, 15 May 2015

Its a Baby Boy!



Few hours ago, I was greeted with the news that one of my favourite colleague, Madam Beatrice just put to bed. I remember how big her stomach was and how we laughed about its bigness. It was really big o, you need to see it and we always asked her how many babies were inside.

Sunday, 26 April 2015

The Good Shepherd

In church today, the officiating minister introduced the day as the Good Shepherd Sunday. Readings from the bible were taken. These readings have been carefully selected to buttress the meaning of the Good Shepherd.

Sunday, 19 April 2015

Realising the Pain of Love

In that faithful year when I was called to serve my fatherland in the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) scheme, I fell in love and for once, love was so real that I had no doubts whatsoever about what I felt. My apologies to my past; I cannot deny that I never met good “girl” friends prior to my NYSC days, neither can I wash down the attributes that makes them special, but somehow, they never swept me off my feet.

Saturday, 14 February 2015

How I will Spend my Valentine's Day

Its St. Valentine’s Day…hippie! The joy of the day is usually immeasurable, especially for those whose heart has been targeted by that arrow on the string of the bow. Please if you are the one holding the bow, make sure you aim at your target well; don’t miss it and don’t shatter the heart using a wrong archery technique. What is your technique today? How did you plan to spend the day? I guess you would like to know mine…