Wordaholic

 Well, I woke up today with a feeling of uncertainty. Everyone's got a plan of where they want to be. But these plans are clouded with fear and uncertainty. But this word from Psalm 32: 8 comes to mind. It reads " The   Lord   says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life.   I will advise you and watch over you." (NLT) So rest my friend on the assurance that the Lord of Host is working on your behalf. Cheers!

 So the first time wrote on this blog was in my 2nd year at the university. I had doubts  I would succeed but guess what? I did! I not only graduated from my course of choice but also as one of the top students in class.  My study was plagued by numerous strike actions, and finally the Pandemic! Yes,  I survived that too. So today I write you as a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine. Finally! I look forward to celebrating you, my friend. Keep on the fight to do better.

Demand for the best Not a drop less Do not live in dread The monster you see Is a facade A misinterpreted view That's a high mountain Which you were supposed to climb With each step leading you  To your zenith But all you see is the monstrous shadow Step out Delve in Ah ha Cry out at your first fall And every now and then If you wish You can afford a bruise or two But let every fall draw you close Be the hero.

I took a walk heading towards your house But I refrained my steps just at the entry Tried to dial your number But stopped myself mid way. I slide into your social media page Saw your pictures  Your perfect smile Then I left without replying your DM How do you understand? A little bit of low and high.

I'll dress your wounds With mild antiseptic Spread some healing balm on  I'm not a trained physician But I know trauma causes bleeding Several trauma has taught me How to bind my wounds Without a sigh of pain. I'll break your boundaries Make some space For your growth and health I'm not a trained gardener But I know first hand How I hated to be defined  By standards By rules By anything  Not even a title. I'll let you run wild Chase the dreams that haunt your daylight Let you scream Scream out the words from your heart Act out your mind sculptured script Act out every scene Every act of greatness Every bit of grace Giggle, laugh, scream Learn, live I'd let you be the real you. '8:45pm march 8 2020

Trust me if anyone was to write on this subject it would definitely be me. I was born into an apostolic Pentecostal church where jeweries, make up, dancing and certain hair do are forbidden. Childhood was a mixture of both pleasant and ugly experiences.    First, I was abused sexually by a relative in my parent's house. He exploited my innocence and naivety. Once my mom caught him abusing Me. She beat him up severely. I don't know if she forgot about the whole incidence when she asks if I was a virgin. "How?...I was abused, you know that. Don't you?" That's the reply that comes to my mind but barely is uttered for fear of judgment, making her sad. So I'll just reply "yes". I grew up in a poor family. Most of the needs were provided by my mother who earned much more higher than my dad. My immediate younger brother was sick and never taken to the hospital because of our doctrine. My ears were unpierced and I felt like the odd person in the crowd in...

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep when I remember that there's nothing I can do to change these situations. It's the worst feeling.