HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

WISHING YOU CONTINUING BLESSINGS,A HAPPY FAMILY,FRIENDS AS SOLID AS DIAMONDS,SUCCESS BEYOND THE STARS,GREAT FUN AND DELIGHTFUL SURPRISES!

ATTENTION TO ALL "MAD MEN”!

A Professor at one of the Management Schools was explaining marketing concepts to the Students:

1.You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. "Marry me!" - That's Direct Marketing"
2.You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich.Marry him." -That's Advertising"
3.You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day, you call and say: "Hi, I'm very rich."Marry me - That's Telemarketing"
4.You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you offer a her ride and open the door (of the car)for her, you pick up her bag after she drops it and then say:"By the way, I'm rich. Will You "Marry Me?" - That's Public Relations"

5.You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says:"You are very rich! "Can you marry me?!" - That's Brand Recognition"
6.You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face. -"That's Customer Feedback"
7.You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband. -"That's demand and supply gap"
8.You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say anything, another person comes and tells her: "I'm rich. Will you marry me?" and she goes with him - "That's competition eating into your market share"
9.You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say: "I'm rich, Marry me!" your wife arrives. - "That's restriction for entering new markets.

KNOW YOUR STRIPES!!!

GRRRRRR.........................

RULES and REGULATIONS minus RELATIONSHIPS equals RESENMENT, REBELLION and ultimately RIOT!

SHOOP!

Dear S & S,

I have missed you so much...the 4 months of being away have been painful, yet enlightening...... in that time, my world has hit the bottom of the deep black sea and fought it's way back.....I wrestled the waves of heartbreak, betrayals and depression to feel the breath of life once more.

I left my old job for another and at the new place, I found the devil handing me a spoon shorter than his and fled...

My exalted friends proved themselves unworthy and my feet became unwelcome at the gates of my confidantes when I lost a lot of money in a huge investment.....

Blood weighed less than water and my heart broke when I found him in bed with my cousin. Why did he? Why did she? They both knew how I felt... he threw away 16 years of a tender loving friendship.... I can't take him back! Everyone thought we were meant for each other....fate did not.

Through these all, many little insults (I cannot mention) piled on my woes and I was pelted with flippant utterances from many who felt I was sinking to rise no more.....

When everything failed, GOD did not leave me and I sought him and he gave me peace through meditation and for me A NEW DAY HAS COME.

In many folds, I have recovered almost all that I lost except for...........but I know that I'll find that too, someday soon.

Sugar and Spice, it feels good to be back!

YUM!!!

These are my Christmas gifts to me! I am not even going

to think of how much money I have just spent...

I loved the bohemian ones in the two colours so...

I bought the both. (I know!)

Hey! My bag matches the menthe green pair!

(that bag is well over a year old)

Oh so YUMMY!!!

SOULFOOD

I listened to a friend lament so bitterly about not having achieved most of what she had hoped to achieve this year. She was feeling dejected and she kept comparing herself to another friend who seems to have skyrocketed beyond anyone's imagination....she was bitter and nothing seemed to calm her storm.

I did my best to help her believe in the silver lining after every cloud and then I proceeded to work up my own storm...I went through the tides of my real and imagined 'failures', my elusive goals and my challenges and really worked myself up to a thunderous level and then I packed my bags to go home.

However as I stepped into the train station, I saw a mother and her child huddled in the corner  begging for money, food, clothing and whatever in the freezing rain and biting cold and I immediately felt a flood of shame wash over me. I gave them something and I got on on the train and then I realized... SO WHAT?! The year is ending and... 

I am not ...Oprah Winfrey yet...so what?!

I don't own Microsoft Corporation yet...so what?!

I don't own a mansion in Lekki, a private jet and 2010 Range Rover yet(vera's influence)...so what?!

Yes I have big dreams! I am gonna get there...I know I will!

However, WHAT is important is that I never have to beg for anything or stand in the freezing rain and biting cold and for all that...I should be thankful.

The year is ending and I AM THANKFUL!

 

ME TAG YOU!

I GOT TAGGED!

The lovely KINSHAR tagged me and some others...its the first time for me and so I am feeling goooood...I have to tag 5 others, but first...HERE ARE THE RULES 

• Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends. Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award. 
  
• Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post,which explains The Award. 
• Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
  
• Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.

With lots of love and respect...*drum roll* I TAG!

Temite - I love her blog, her posts are always fun to read...She is creative!

For the love of me - She is passionate about humankind and I admire that in her...She is great!

UndaCovaSista - Her blog is one that I visit often even though I hardly leave comments...This lady expresses herself in a cool and fun, yet mature way. She is powerful!

Buttercup - This sweet lady's blog (and chari's) is cool! I love the way she expresses herself with lots of emotions and wit...She is vibrant!

LG - This is where the fun is at! She is simply dynamic!

I tagged 5 people but these guys...

Kinshar - Fabulous

Laspapi - Sage

Jinta - Charming

Yewande Atanda -Lovely

Tommeh - Intellectual 

Azuka - COOL

......what can I say? Thanks guys for your love.

Witty Facts

In the 1400's a law was set forth that a man was not allowed to beat his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb. Hence we have "the rule of thumb".

Many years ago in Scotland, a new game was invented. It was ruled "Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden"...and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.

The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV was Fred and Wilma Flintstone. 

Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.

Coca-Cola was originally green. 

It is impossible to lick your elbow. 

Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king in history: 
Spades - King David 
Hearts - Charlemagne 
Clubs -Alexander, the Great 
Diamonds - Julius Caesar 

111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural 
causes.

Q. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter "A"? 
A. One thousand 

Q. What do bullet-proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common? 
A. All invented by women. 

Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil? 
A. Honey 

In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase "goodnight, sleep tight." 

It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon. 

In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts... So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them "Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down." It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's"

~~~~~~~~~~~AND FINALLY~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

At least 75% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow!

Can you eat this?

My beloved sister sent this to my e-mail box today and well...I thought I'd share...wouldn't be nice to eat all that by myself...and then I got wondering, if that was real...CAN YOU EAT ALL THAT OR DO YOU KNOW ANYONE WHO CAN?!

LUNCH!!!  Just for U!

CAN YOU EAT ALL THAT OR DO YOU KNOW ANYONE WHO CAN?!

STUPID CUPID

I AM IN LOVE!

It feels so crazy...

He is a cool kind of nerd (always has been) and he is kind and gentle but firm.

He is adventurous, ambitous, hard working and....mmmmmmmmmmmmm

I have known him for 16 years and been in love with him for 15years (I know!). I have had relationships…and I am not infatuated.

He was there for me like a knight in shinning armor and I don't want to ruin a delicate friendship.

I had hoped against hope that I will outgrow this... but its been 15years and I think cupid has no other arrow for me...

I need to go and sort out my head...

Why is it so Bad for Women Across The World?

This story is breaking my heart this morning
http://thecurvature.com/2008/10/30/woman-stoned-for-adultery-in-somalia/

THANKFUL!

For the days that I laughed in joy like I never knew sorrow, I remain thankful!

For the moments in life that the earth seemed to move at my will, I remain thankful! 

For the battles I have fought and won and for triumphs to come, I remain thankful!

For all I have and do not have, I remain thankful!  

For Today, Tomorrow and For evermore, I remain thankful! 

THANK YOU GOD!

OBAMAKING

           Isaiah 60: The Future Glory of Zion (Barack Obama)

1 Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the LORD is risen upon thee.

2 For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the LORD shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee.

3 And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising. (http://www.thenationonlineng.com/dynamicpage.asp?id=68887)                

4 Lift up thine eyes round about, and see: all they gather themselves together,they come to thee:

...For me and for every black person of pride, Barack Obama represents physical, psychological and spiritual freedom...these were the reasons for the struggles of great black leaders such as Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X and many others.

Every black man has suffered from the effect of slavery, one way or the other and it doesn't matter how high up you reach in life, something always hangs around the corner in form things such as the poverty of the minds of many in the black race and the unseen spiritual edge seemingly holding even the erudite black man from actually crossing over the fences.

...Today I say...all bounds have been broken loose,

can I HAVE A DREAM limitlessly? not just I...YES WE CAN!

- BUKI

...A BLACK MAN - OBAMA IS KING IN THE WHITE HOUSE...

"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
- MARTIN LUTHER KING JR


BARACK OBAMA: THE DREAM OF MARTIN LUTHER KING JR
CAN “I HAVE A DREAM” – YES WE CAN!
August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C. - June 4, 2008. St Paul, Minnesota.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.

The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual,
"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
“I HAVE A DREAM” – "YES WE CAN!"

SO LITTLE TIME...

I hope this post doesn't end up sounding like the whines of a hassled woman but anyway here I go...

As I packed my bags a month ago, to live in France for 3months
I did a lot and left a lot undone because I had...So little time
A month on, I have done a lot and still have a lot to do and I am afraid that I may just have...So little time

Why is it that in this beautiful world that is colour filled with ambiguity and quest, man unlike other creatures always ends his journey without truly doing it all?
You do not agree? Well then, how many that are gone had the time to -
*rest as they should have
*smile and put a smile on another
*love and be loved as they would have wanted
*achieve that dream of going to space
*laze, for the experience of it
*reach the peak of their careers
*truly serve GOD
The list can go on but Alas! I have ...So little time.

I would like to be like Columbus and determine for myself if the world is round, flat, square or just God's drawing sheet...I long to love and be loved.
It would be fun to be an aerospace engineer, swim with dolphins, climb everest, be a neurologist and a regular blogger in the same vein.

Though these musings of mine have led caring friends to label me eccentric but my mind sometimes just won't let go.
I seek so strongly for an egress, I feel like I owe my reason for being to fully accomplish the mission that is ME(another story entirely).

I hope there are others like me out there...Can you hear me?
How do we do it all?
How do we relieve ourselves of the pressure of being who we are?
How do we give all we have to give and in turn receive what we want and need?
Why do the winds seem to transport us to lonely terres?
I do have enough time for a solemn prayer...
My Dear Lord, by the time I evolve to be with you at 120 years, let me have had enough time and strength and beauty to do it all, as you wish.(AMEN).

Green White Green

Its Independence day! Hurray!

Y'all are probably wondering what it is I am so happy about

Well...these 4 things

I am a Child of God

I am ALIVE to see another October and will see many many more in Jesus name (Amen)

I am Proud to be a Nigerian (Yes! those of you who are not can move to siberia)

I am beautiful!

HURRAY!

To the desert and back...

Have you ever had to shy away from your loved ones? 

... Simply because you couldn't let them into a part of your life that you 

felt they wouldn't understand. You know... 

the sneaky phone calls, 

the coming-home-late for no reason, 

those unexplainable expenses, 

that box that must never be opened, 

the extra money in your account, 

that new perfume... 

the cloak and dagger lifestyle that is eating you away, 
while you believe it is letting you glow.

Glowing in the desert? 
Who is going to see your light?

The desert is a wasteland. A waste of time, energy and peace. 

It saps you of your vigour, takes away your pride, 

It makes you temperamental-bordering on insanity. 

In a desert, you fight mirages, shadows and charades, 

You win feeble victories for no just cause and even then your glory is thwarted because you have no verve to celebrate it. 

No man who has ever been through a desert was at peace until he found Greenland. 

Some men and women are lucky to escape the desert before they were buried by the sand dunes or misguided by the winds. 

Some have given themselves to the desert believing it was their destiny. 

This I'll say... your destiny goes where you lead it to. 

I once found myself in a desert, with no hope for a better day; I toiled relentlessly for survival until I found that I was in a desert that had always been surrounded by Greenland. 

I did the hard-easy... I broke free. 

My land is GREEN.

Some might ask “what led you to the desert in the first place?” And if I’ll answer that truthfully, I’ll say it is fEaR.

Fear of the known and unknown…trying to fight the demons of the past and the mysteries of the future with the desert of the present.

I can hear your heart beating…I used to know that feeling, it’s called fear.

I don't know what desert you are in... Could be a comatose relationship, a gauche affair, a shady goldmine, a good intention gone sour...whatever it is... find your Greenland. 

Find it fast!

Me! Me! Me!

Who makes you smile?
ME!
Who makes you dance?
ME!
Who do you love?
ME!
Who is the best there is?
ME!
Who are you laughing with?
ME!
Who seems to be going bananas?
ME!
Who is scaring the hell out of you right now?
ME!
Who’s back to her blog?
ME! ME! ME!

Things happen for a reason...if you believe

This Beautiful story.... makes you understand that things happen for a reason

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assignedto their first ministry,

to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn , arrived in early Octoberexcited about

their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed

much work. They set a goal to have everythingdone in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve. They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc, and on December 18were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On December 19 a terrible

tempest - a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the pastor

went over to the church.His heart sank when he saw that the roof hadleaked, causing a large

area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of thesanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high.T he pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor,and not knowing what else to do but postponethe Christmas Eve service, headed home.On the way he noticed that a local business washaving a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Crossembroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the frontwall. He bought it and headed back to the church. B y this time it had started to snow. An olderwoman running from the opposite direction wastrying to catch the bus.. She missed it. The pastorinvited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus. 45 minutes later… S he sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor,while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to putup the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastorcould hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. T hen he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet.. "Pastor,"she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?"The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she hadmade this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. Thewoman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria ..When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was captured, sent to prison and never saw herhusband or her home again. T he pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep it for the church.The pastor insisted on driving her home, thatwas the least he could do.. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklynfor the day for a housecleaning job. W hat a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and thespirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the doorand many said that they would return.

One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of thepews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving.

The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to onethat his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how

could there be two tablecloths so much alike. H e told the pastor how the Nazis came, how heforced his wife to flee for her safety and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison.. He never saw his wife or his homeagain all the 35 years in between. The pastor asked him if he would allow him totake him for a little ride. They drove to StatenIsland and to the same house where the pastorhad taken the woman three days earlier. H e helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked onthe door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine. True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob ReidWho says God does not work in mysterious ways.. I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today, to guide you and protect you as you goalong your way. His love is always with you, His promises are true, and when we give Him all ourcares you know He will see us through. So when the road you're traveling on seemsdifficult at best.. Just remember I'm here praying and God will do the rest. Pass this onto those you want God to bless and don't forget to send it back to the one who asked God to blessyou first. When there is nothing left but God, that is whenyou find out that God is all you need. Take 60seconds and give this a shot!

All you do is simply say the following small prayer for the personwho sent you this.

Father, God, bless all my friends and family in what ever it is that You know they may be needing this day! May their life be full of your peace, prosperity and power as he/she

seeks to have a closer relationship with you.

Amen.

The Girl Whisperer by Wole Oguntokun

I found out this while I was out scavenging. I loved it, the truth of it. And I replied to it in I BELIEVE YOU... (below).

The Girl Whisperer
(as published in the Sunday Guardian September 9)

Loving in Multiples

Omohemi Benson sent an article to some of her friends and I, titled, “Why men are never depressed”, stating the many differences between men and women.
One of the many things that struck me in that article was a line that said men could spend thirty seconds on the phone and say goodbye. I’d known for a long while that women found this trait in men really disturbing; after all, in a telephone conversation, you’re meant to ramble on, go back and forth, raise up matters of earth-shaking importance, or all other things women feel should be mulled over, worried about and torn to pieces in gossip…but I digress.
Some other points were, men are comfortable with just owning three pairs of shoes, and if by some omission they were forgotten in a list of invites to a party, they would not have a life-long feud with the person who forgot.My point exactly?
If there is anyone walking the face of the earth who thinks men and women are the same, the person has not figured it all out yet. The woman who complains to you about her day often does not really want a solution; she wants your empathy, for you to show concern, primarily.
A man’s instinct on the other hand is to conjure a solution. “Do it this way, dammit, and stop whining”, the man says, much to the chagrin of the female who is looking for a listening ear.
Men and women sit in trenches across from each other, in army uniforms, guns poking out from time to time, with a large expanse of no man’s land between them, littered with the slain bodies of misconceptions, misunderstandings and all the other things that fuel friction in relationships. The difference I want to talk about is something that some women have not figured out yet even though they know more about the male sex than is healthy for most “criminally-minded” men. The regular woman is able to sense when a partner is cheating, through observation, looking him in the eye, through some form of extra-sensory perception that men lose before they turn six years old.
She looks and she just knows, even without being able to tell the reason why, most of the time. She might never do anything about this knowledge, wearily resigning to the excesses of the philanderer and accepting his lying heart as her lot in life, but when she sets her mind to it, she knows and is sometimes silent. This is why many men, in their hearts, are afraid of the women who have stood with them through many years of uncontrolled urges.
There is one thing, however, that women do not seem to be able to grasp even with the innate powers they appear blessed with. Men can “love” in multiples. The same way a man can have an intimate engagement with someone he feels absolutely nothing for, is the same way he can “love” different women for different reasons. Angry women will call this ability many things, and those men who practice it, even worse names, but it does not change the reality of how men act sometimes. A man will “love” one woman for her great mind and her playful spirit, for the length of her legs and for the fact that she is very attractive and delightful to look at.
He will love another for her beauty and for her smile that lights up a room. These “loves” will be in separate compartments and when he says, “I love you” to either, he means it from the bottom of his heart (or the top, depending on your preference).
Are you starting to get my point? Men have this ability (many, many women will call it a vice) of “loving” in multiples. This is no excuse for the inability of some men to control themselves, but women should know that not all “I love you(s) are as simple as they sound. Seek for clarity from the man involved- Is he able to keep all his professions of love for your benefit alone? If he cannot, and you are unable to accept this, better to look for the fellow who can.
posted by laspapi at 11:28 PM on Sep 8, 2007

I BELIEVE YOU.

Men can love in multiples. ALL MEN (both sexes) can love in multiples.

I am not being feminist, but perceptive.
The modern tide is fast obliterating gender and it is no longer startling to hear of

a male who is in love with another male and even in love with a female at the same time.

Or vice - versa. And in most cases it is TRUE LOVE on all sides.

One thing a lot of men never realize is that a woman is the only one who truly

knows who she loves and how many they are, and how she makes sure they

all keep on loving her.

Case Study: A virtuous woman with a very good looking male PA...
He has worked with her for 25years and is utterly devoted to her,

for no gold plated reason.

Her best friend since she was 6years old...He taught her how to ride a bicycle,

she has a nickname for him and he never forgets birthdays, anniversaries, etc

and even though they are both now 60years old, they are still unbreakable.

Her Mentor (professional, educational, spiritual etc) He calls her "my daughter"

but inwardly he wishes she was more...

Every man is capable of being just like one of these men to some woman.

A woman could love all these men TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY

at the same time without compromise.

Only SHE knows how to play the right strings in any of these men's hearts

even if what she wants if for them to kill her husband.

The Ring Thingy

My friend Abiodun got married some days back and it was a beautiful day, she and her groom got their papas to spend plenty money and we all cooed over every single detail except the groom, “what is a fine looking sista like Abbe doing with him?” was the question on our minds, but spinelessly not our tongues.
The groom, who apart from being just 18 years older than stylish and beautiful Abbe was peculiar, he didn’t behave as if he was getting married, didn’t smile at the bride or anyone, didn’t look longingly into the bride’s eye! Didn’t look excited!...

DIDN’T LOOK LIKE HE WAS THERE!
I asked if anyone knew how they met and nobody knew, it sounded a bit odd as Abbe had always enjoyed flaunting every aspect of her life to every one of us.
I was beginning to think there could be an X-FILES theory somewhere when one of my girls said,

“It’s the ring thingy you know”
“What thingy?” I asked.
“Buki, that’s the new virus in town, some of our friends are frenzied with it and have become harmful to chaps, while some others have taken too large a dose of the anti-virus.”
“WHAT?” I asked dumbly
“We all wanna get married, some of us more than the others while some don’t, don’t be surprised if some of these girls spring up creepier grooms than Abbe’s” and with that she laughed and left me gawking.
I wondered what the frenzy was all about but as I looked into the faces of my girlfriends, I felt their fears, some of them had partied too hard, some had been too reclusive, some are ultramodern (like me). I don’t want the virus or thingy, but I’d like a normal ring sometime in the not-so-far-not-so-near future.