Friday, 22 June 2007

Lets Say

Just got this and thought to share it...

To look is one thing;
To see what we look at is another;
To understand what we see is yet a third;
To learn from what we understand , still another;
But to act on what we learn is what really matters.......

(sent by a friend)

Do you know a quote that has blessed you?Dont keep it to yourself!Share it!

Mendicants...

The inspiration to write this came up 2days ago.I was standing at my bus stop somewhere in lagos, having reached my there a little earlier than i ought to in order to beat the traffic and reduce cost, i discovered to my utter amazement that there was no bus going my way. I was told that "the last bus just left"(usual story). Well i decided to redeem the time as well as my famished stomach by going over to buy roasted corn and pear.I collected my change from the seller and came back to take my spot waiting for the bus to show up.

I had barely began relishing and savouring the taste of the corn in my mouth when i heard the familiar sound of "aunty gimme money am hungry", i looked down to see a tiny, malnourished child probably 8-9 years (difficult to tell because of the state of her body) looking up towards me like i was hte messiah she needed to survive the next hour. To be honest with you, that was the last distraction i needed at that moment. Anyway she kept on begging and looking at me iin such a way as if to say if you cant give me money ,how about the corn in your hand.I was taking my time thinking about what to do this time. Just days before i had to share my precious gala between two children in similar circumstance but now it was taking me longer time to reach a conclusion on what to do.

Finally, sympathy got the better of me as i reached into my bag and gave the little girl a N20 bill , she gave me look that revealed how grateful she was and slowly walked away. I followed her with my eyes cos i wanted to see what the next "victim" would do to her. Instead she ran toward a tree where a tall and slender woman stood,leaning against a tree.I guessed that was her mother as she stretched the money i had given her toward the woman who collected it , like it was only a piece of paper and tucked it into a small bag she was holding for that purpose(i assumed).Immediately, she sent the little girl back to continue the "work " she was doing.

Just then my bus arrived and i sat down,somewhat comfortably after scrambling to get a space.I then began to think on the little girl i left behind.How much longer would she have before she would gave up this life and make a decision on the next step,maybe more corporate begging , maybe start a small trade,maybe,maybe,maybe.As i sat there i knew she had so many non-palatable options she would consider in order to survive. Would she have someone decent to talk to to help her out?Would she eventually break the circle of begging she had been born into?Or would she also bring up her children in the way she was brought up?I wondered.

As i kept on pondering, i took out time to thank God for my own life and the love he has for me.I told him i was grateful for family and friends and for the path he put me on. I told Him how much i appreciate the people he had brought my way, friends that i can count on to be strong for me; to help me in times of need; to pray with and for me; friends that i am accountable to.I told him i would not complain about how much better things could have been because things could be worse too. I asked Him to help me to be grateful in all things and at all times.

In the midst of all my meditation, i was so lost, that i did not hera when my bus stop was mentioned until the bus had passed and i woke up from my reverie and shouted the traditional "owa oh" .The driver stopped and i climbed out, grateful again.

Wednesday, 20 June 2007

My water broke!

O.k this was supposed to be my first post ever.....but the force working against it (awon aje) just didnt let it come out when it ought to.

But any way i decided to publish it to the shame of the devil! Amen!







Yes, indeed! My water finally broke. The water breaking experience is one that every woman has to go through before the birth of her new-born.It lets her know that the baby is ready to arrive.So where do i come in?My water of planning and cogitating broke some hours ago and my little baby....blog is born.Did i hear congratualation? Thank you.

But then with the birth of a baby comes the task of giving the baby a suitable name and this particular mother(yours truly) was not an exception. i thought and pondered , i wanted my baby to have the ideal name that would reflect the reason why it was born.....and then it came, the name-heartspeak.I appraised it,turned it around and figured out it could be looked at in two ways(depending on how sharp u are),heart's peak or heart speak.

However both meanings translate the reason for the birth of this baby.Here, i'll be sharing the bursting issues on the peak of my heart and it'll also be a spot for one heart to speak to another.

In summary though, i'll say thanks for showing up for my baby's naming ceremony and thanks for coming.................Welcome to Heartspeak!!

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