One Day of Hardwork

“If attaining a bright and successful future required just one full day of focus and purposefulness, everyone would be wildly successful.

However, the sad truth is that success requires and involves multiple, and sometimes miserable moments of little yet correct choices.

Success is really just the sum of usually small but mighty decisions made and then executed.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

~ The Real Love ~

10 year old poem written by Dr. Khalid Umer.


“People say love is blind

But I say it is kind.

People say love is mad

But I say it is not bad.

People say love is sour.

But I say it makes you pure.

People say love breaks a man.

But I say it makes a man.

I say there is great joy in love.

People say it brings you close to insanity.

People say love is to love a boy or a girl.

But I say love is to love humanity.


Khalid Umer is a PhD scholar studying emerging technologies. An electrical engineer by profession, a poet and writer as a hobbyist.

ABUSE & MANIPULATION

A Write-up by Humphery Adun


Humans are relational beings; and thus, we owe our existence to the ability to cultivate relationships that sustain our mental, physical, emotional and psychological tranquility. In every relationship, there are roles played by each correspondence, and these roles are defined by several factors; age, position, class, family, culture, spirituality, and tradition. This plays out in such a way that it creates dominant and subordinate(dependent) individuals in the relationships. Interestingly, as adults we play both roles of being both dependent and dominant at the same time, across different relationships, and thus there is a diffusion of a learned trait from a relationship circle to another one; and this goes on and on, creating a tangle of relationship traits. Continue reading ABUSE & MANIPULATION

Lover, Savior

Feature post: Write up by Reynard


Now, I don’t only get to call HIM savior. I get to call HIM lover. I get to call HIM my very best friend.

I know a lot of people may look at this post and wonder what I smoked to get me this high. Truth is it’s HIS presence-

It’s a whole different kind of oxygen.

The type that comes when GOD himself draws you so near to HIM you can practically breath HIM in.

So close to the point HE feels like HE’s closer than your skin.

A place where HIS love for you echoes so loud it drowns out all the noise and opinions this world scream and that voice of condemnation-hahaha

It’s silenced completely to the point where you know beyond a shadow of doubt that with HIM is where you belong.

I’ve found my home in the heart of God.

And if you’ve ever wondered what the walls look like, just know it has your face, my face and the faces of the whole world tattooed throughout its entire parameter.

You may be one of those people who has always looked for a home in places you were never meant to fit in.

….. come as you are. GOD’s heart remains as open as the arms of JESUS the Christ that died for you on that cross……

Peace.


By Reynard

Show Glass

I am on a trip to exploring who Sandra C. Obiora used to be a decade ago! This poem was written 11.01.2010 – 8 whole years ago.


Is it desolation or mere isolation when

There is a demarcation between you,

And the others you call peers?


It appears that they are on the other side,

And you, with you and yourself on the

Spectators end.


One against a thousand,

Is far too unfair, and

It must be this way because you are different.

Or maybe, you are unique.

but If you were unique, then they will turn around.


But why?

Why do they go on with their lives as though

You do not exist?

Why is the demarcation transparent?

It could just be painted black,

It could be a mirror, reflecting you,

Making you appear more than they are.

Creating for you the illusion

That you are indeed with your peers.


But why?

Why does it have to be a glass?

A glass through which you can watch their every move,

Their oblivious faces,

Faces that so innocently show, that

They do not recognize you?


I ask you this time.

Are you in desolation or isolation?



Pelayo

It is my birthday today. Maybe no one will remember me. 

Yet I am happy within and so thankful to God for the life He has given me.

I know life is not easy and it shouldn’t always be. It may test me, judge me, but may lead me to several results.

One day has value. One hour has much more than that. One minute is even better, and each second given to reading this is perhaps the most valuable gift to me.

So give value to life now, you can change it or it may change you.

~ Thoughts by Pelayo

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Therefore, if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature. Old things are past away. Behold all things have become new.

~ 2 Corinthians 4:17

Wisdom Fight

“Choosing to be positive, content, and welcoming in character instead of being constantly discontented, negative, and a complainer, is referred to by some people as the ‘wisdom of life’.

However, I have found that this is easy to comprehend, yet very difficult to execute. For complaining is second nature to man. Therefore we must fight each day with our second nature, lest we become sour losers.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

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Photo by Tarzine Jackson

Father Mine

Fathers are a little more than a gift from God.

Blessed is that lady whose father has shown her how a man should be.
Blessed is she whose father hugs and kisses her daily.
The one whose father said to her:

“you shall be great”. “Greatness is your name.”

Blessed is that one whose father taught her to clean, to cook, to make the bed, to be organized, to keep to time, to be kind, to be giving, to be humble, to be respectful.
Blessed is that lady whose dad calls her ‘my princess‘. Who tells her ‘you are beautiful’.You are a gift from God to me’.
Whose father never challenged her gender. Whose father said to her ‘blessed are you among men’. Whose father prays over her life.
Blessed is that woman whose husband is loved by her father.

Blessed is she whose father is a lover of her mother.
Blessed is she who learns what a home should be.
For she will be great. ‘She will not stand before mean men’.
So blessed am I for the divine gift of a father. Blessed be God for this great man in my life. One so irreplaceable. So kind, so loving, so blessed, so gifted, such a gift.
Happy Father’s day my darling father.


I love you daddy. You are more than an enigma.

A Collection of Thoughts, Quotes, Art, Poems, and Randoms