Testing Waters.

*clears throat*

Testing waters.

Maybe I am back.

My next post will fully determine that.

It has been over a year, and plenty waters have passed under the proverbial bridge.

However, that doesn’t really matter now. I will continue as usual and choose to ignore the blank period.

It’s been a wonderful year so far, and with the elections and change in Government, I am positive that a better Nigeria will emerge. We just have to give the new crew in charge ample time to get it right, after all Rome was not built in one day.

I will try not to get stuck with what to write and make this brief.

Got something in the loops with Bims. This post is testing waters to know if I am up to the task.

Meanwhile, status has changed and it has been so so cool.

Friendie, Buddie, Brother, playmate……..name it. Very blissful.

What else am I meant to write?

Let me check if I can still navigate on blogger.

Plus I need a new editor. Old and new folks can apply.

Deronk, holiday is over, come back. Also thank u to Rikky.

Due respect to my Dad, fondly remembered today after 16 years.

I am still Zinger.

Cheers.

Truth or Dare.

Been a long time here, I just have to show face before I get a blank month of no post.
My thoughts keep revolving around Wana’s various topics on ‘Sharing Life Issues’. I get to listen to her program on radio daily (thank God the days of Faaji FM are over). Though her topics are kind of stereotyped, this is because they mostly revolve around relationships. There is still always something to learn from them. There are a lot of real life experiences out there, I couldn’t have imagined. Tweeted a couple of times on air but really I don’t have any experience to share.
The most intriguing topic for me in recent times is about a woman who cheated on her husband with his best friend (who was also the best man at their wedding), and with the threat of blackmail hanging all over her. She is faced with the choice to comeout clean to her husband, damn the consequences or keep the secret and dance to the tune of the blackmailer.
I was amazed with caller’s point of view. Majority (both men and women) of them said she should never confess. According to them ‘this would be the end of her marriage
What if the husband finds out when the blackmailer makes good his threat? No one was able to give a way out on that.
One interesting answer from a female caller who gave hard facts and I quote’ in this part of the world, men find it difficult to forgive some offences committed by women and infidelity is on top of the list’. Yeah, I agree with her, it’s a man’s world, and a man can cheat and get away with it. No same story for a woman.
However, in as much as I agree with her point, it doesn’t make the act right. The question is; why would you cheat? There are loads of reasons or excuses out there for people to cheat.
Another man called and went ahead to counsel her on how to turn the case around on the blackmailer saying he forced and manipulated her into the act. I was amazed. He went to the extent of stating how she can get a restraining order from the police and rope the blackmailer in completely
Surprisingly, I was amazed because no one chastised her on why she did it. They just went ahead to encourage her on how to conceal the act.Meaning that if she is able to get away with this she will live to cheat another day.
Just One caller, a Female (thank God), she said she should come out clean on the truth with her husband and prays she gets his forgiveness. If not she should keep praying. Her emphasis was on being right with God not Man. That is the absolute truth as hard as it might be for her.
In like manner, I read the opinion of Chimamanda Adichie on the Antigay bill. She was neither for or against the bill she was simply being logical about it. Looking at it from different angles and stating her observations. She was admonished and insulted based on her opinions. Would you chastise her for stating her opinion?
Same way I won’t chastise any of the callers, they are also stating their opinion. However, the trend of answers shows a true reflection of the moral standard in our modern day society.
As usual, feel free to express your thoughts.
I checked the date of my last post and its well over a month. Never mind nothing much is happening. As usual, it’s the usual hectic schedule. Sure February was a good month for us all.
Ponder on this line; don’t worry about anything, instead pray about everything
Wishing you the best of the new month.
Zingertots

The 'Missing' Link.

Finally we are in the much expected New Year. Just like every other new year.
It really is 2014.As usual we have wishes, desires, high hopes and expectation.
Looking again at the difference between a year and the next, it is just the going down of the sun and the rising of the sun again just like every other dusk to dawn. Not sure I am making sense to you. However that’s the real truth. The year is just a defined time frame to benchmark or rather measure achievements.
For me everything about 2013 happened in December, so I wondered all I did for the first eleven months. Really, I can’t explain. More like December was the only month in that year for me. Bla bla bla…..  (Just my innocent thoughts from my church mind)
So getting to the business of the day, my topic as usual has a story.
‘The link ‘would have been ideal for my title, but including the “missing” part is ideal to drive home my point. We all have one missing link or the other.
My reference is from the watch night sermon of 31st December 2013.
It reflected on the story of Joseph.
The preacher actually preached on the topic ‘Unprecedented Breakthrough” which illustrated Joseph’s story as a first of its kind considering the fact that in the history of Egypt no foreigner has ever been the prime minister, Joseph’s life laid the precedence. We all know the bible story of Joseph and it has been preached in millions of sermons.
He went further to talk about the supposed misfortune that was the link to Joseph’s breakthrough.
That was potiphar’s wife.
Come to think of it, let’s assume she never tried to seduce Joseph, what would the story have been like?
Joseph would have probably remained in the house as a slave and the best of his life would have been getting to the position of a chief slave in the household.
She would have been the missing link.
Trying to apply the scenario to our individual real life situation.
We all have one link or the other in our lives which we choose to acknowledge or ignore.
That link could be looking so bad and we dare not get close to.
We never can say. Joseph actually fled from potiphar’s wife and that landed him in prison where he fulfilled his purpose.
Come to think of it, when Joseph became the prime minister of Egypt, the wife of portiphar was never mentioned. Talks about her had gone extinct.
Lesson one: Flee, flee and flee farther from every appearance off evil. Saying no to it for once could just be your key out of the dungeon and you have the opportunity to have your own unprecedented breakthrough.
Again, I try to see the missing link from another dimension.
We meet people every day from all works of life. I meet you today and I treat you well, all well and good. If I don’t treat you well, same story. We all live to see another day.
Depending on how we relate, I might be the missing link in your life and you could be mine.
The fact that you don’t treat me well doesn’t make me do same to you. I will definitely feel bad about the way I am treated but really life goes on. There are checks and balances in place for me to move on. Keeping a grudge isn’t worth it. We all stand to gain nothing from holding grudges.
Lesson Two: Build and sustain relationships.
This year, you have to quit all the hating and beefing. It won’t take you anywhere.
So maybe I have stepped on your toes unknowingly (or deliberately), so sorry, abeg no vex, biko. (This is a public apology). You might just be that missing link for me.
Boom Boom!! (My fireworks for the New Year).
Formally, I am saying happy New Year to all my readers. May this be the best year of your life.
I have to say thank you to my God, my Awesome family, the best mom in the world, Oluwabukunmi(shining teeth), Mr Rikky, Delababe, Yolanda Schol,  Bibi&Tim(I just had to join those names),Deronk, my ex boss(the best boss you can ever imagine having), Ak, HOG PR Unit, Bolu, Fikayo…….. So much more to all my readers.  I love you all, you all made my year. We will do the same again this year.  I can’t ask for better friends and I am happy to have you.
Meanwhile, I am still enjoying traffic free roads. Holidays can like to remain. I don’t mind working. I can get home in just 50mins from V.I. too good to imagine.
And the year begins…..
Have a blissful weekend everyone.

Joy Like a River

I had written close to ten lines and I kept cancelling.

So I concluded I have too much to say and can’t say it all.

Wrapping it all up without specifics would make it easier.

Wonderful 2013

 Cool people all around, new friends.

Great achievements, great moves (I don’t play chess).

The smiles, laughter, tears and disappointments were all for good.

You know, everything works together for good to them that love God.

What more can I say?

Feeling so fulfilled.

Thank you Lord.

My song of the year;

We give you glory Lord as we honor you (2x)

You are wonderful, you are worthy oh lord (2x)

Can’t seem to stop humming ‘Dansaki” by Lara George as well.

Happy Birthday to my Darling Nephew & Mummy Deoo. Love you plenty.

I hope I can drop a few more lines before the year runs out.

In case I don’t, I wish you all a happy 2014 in advance.

Seven signifies perfection. Fourteen then means ……….

Merry Christmas to y’all.

NEW CHAPTER

I wonder why the inspiration to write lately comes when I am in d salon. Hmmm... maybe I am just reading meanings to nothing.

Been a while, not much happening around and I may not want to bore you with any of my lessons. I am not in the mood either.

I would just touch up on a couple of sayings mostly not quoted, which will be good food for thought.

Maybe not, cos I suddenly went blank now. (covers face)

Anyway, November has come and is going. A few days to end it all, as we move into the last month of the year.

I can't smell Christmas anywhere yet except when I went to Ajose Adeogun Road VI. Maybe when we actually enter December I would have d feel.

I know I am just mumbling mumbo jumbo. I am not to be minded. Not much activity around me ni.

All d action is on vacation (see rhymes sha).

Yeah, I can't forget my new beginning, wait I am confused on whether to call it a new chapter. I fink a new chapter is better. It's still the same book. I’m really looking forward to it.

HBD again to blog mummy Deronk. 26 days of 26 pictures, double it to 52 cos the changes are from two devices; can't match that yet.

Congrats to my colleague to be, Nky babe on the birth of her baby gal.

Am outta gist. U see. Not much activity going on around me.

It's d weekend ojare. Maybe I could do a movie or two, I need to relax my mind and body.

I really hope I get to post this, when I read it over again and can make some sense of this, then you are reading it.

PS- I watched Maid in Manhattan again and I just went all mushy mushy. *deep sigh*.

Anyway, cheers guys!

Are You For Real?

So I typed this with speed and alacrity because I didn’t want to forget details.  Having two posts in a day is gonna be a huge plus for me.

But this gist sef can't pass my readers by.

I went to write a training exam yesterday for the sake of formality and thereafter decided to go make my hair. Thankfully, I got to the salon in good time and started making my hair almost immediately. When I got to the salon I met a lady who was just about completing her weave was ready to mat her weaveon. In the process she was also doing her pedicure and manicure. I really didn't pay much attention to her as I minded my own business.

As I was getting bored I decided to write my first post since it was a good opportunity. It took me about 1hr to complete the draft and I realized the lady's hair was still at the same spot I met it. She was however done with her manicure and pedicure. Did I mention I was braiding my hair? Yeah, and at that time I was almost halfway done with it. At the time, I wondered why she wasn’t making any progress with her weave but decided to mind my business.

Fast forward, I finished my braids at about the same time the lady finished her hair. I wondered at her patience because the guy making her hair kept leaving her to go attend to some other persons. When she was about leaving the salon I heard her asking for directions and I realized she was going my way. Still I didn't pay much attention to her and I left the salon.

 Getting to the bus stop, I saw her waiting for a bus. As at that time I wasn't sure what route to take home, so I was just waiting on my instinct to guide me. I jumped into the first bus that came my way and I noticed the lady was still standing there. I called out to her and said she should come along as I was going her way. She obliged and entered. (In retrospect, I wonder why she even answered me sef cos we didn't have any exchange whilst in the salon).

 So the journey began.

 First thing she says to me is  ‘did you collect your receipt at the salon?'

I said ‘No, I didn't.’

 She said she made sure she did. I told her I had collected receipt on previous occasions and it wasn’t much of a big deal, as I was not particularly accountable to anyone about my hair expense.

 We got to the first stop and alighted to board another bus and then the rain started. Not my lucky day, I thought, cos I didn't have my umbrella. Because she fixed a weave on her hair and I was on braids I was nice enough to give her the nylon I had with me to cover her hair. When we realized the rain was quite heavy, we took shelter with a recharge card seller. The rain was quite heavy and in no time our legs were messed up with mud.

 However, as a smart Zinger, I started stretching my legs out from under the umbrella and stylishly washing my legs in the rain till it was quite clean. But, my (what should I call her now? Lemme say acquaintance) wasn't smart enough. So when the rain eventually stopped she had to buy ‘Pure Water’ to wash her legs. She didn't have change so I paid the money (no biggie at this point).

 We continued the journey and took d next bus. I paid my fare only o! Along d way, I decided to start a conversation. I asked if she was working or schooling. She said she just finished from Yaba College of Technology and was going for NYSC next week particularly stating it's just 3 weeks of orientation (like she was trying to educate me). Nice, I thought and I asked where she was posted.  She said somewhere in Victoria Island. Whaaat!!!. I thought I hadn’t heard her well; is the new Lagos orientation camp now at V.I?

 Still trying to process what I just heard she went further to say, she was posted there with her friend and ‘they’ will be paying her N2000.00 per day. I kept quiet and I could have bet that my expression was sorrowful (I wish I had a mirror or someone to confirm it). I just couldn't laugh. It was just too pathetic. The next thing she asked was how much a dollar was; I panicked and recovered almost immediately. I told her it was an average of N160.00. Then she asked how much was two dollars? I murmured the name of Jesus and responded N320.00; easy Math right?

 Thankfully, the bus ride was over, so we got off… just one more bus ride together and I was free; at least I thought so. I was wrong.

 There was a short walk to where we would take the next bus and she just started chattering. She said she made her hair and all other stuff at the salon for free cos she happened to know the owner of the salon and he told her to come (that added up to the reason why she had to be patient despite the way they wasted her time). However, I wondered how she was able to collect a receipt? I am still wondering…. (Don’t’ judge me, She mentioned that na.)

 I just kept nodding my head to everything cos I had heard too much already and as if it wasn't enough, her slippers cut suddenly and I made a deep sigh. Thankfully, just a few steps away we saw a shoemaker and we haggled for almost 5 minutes over N100.00 (yeah I’m a bigs gals). She said she could only pay N70.00 and eventually I told d shoemaker to go ahead because I was already getting edgy and still trying to be nice.

 After the repair I gave the shoemaker the money. She thanked me and I flew into the next available bus. However, not before she got my phone number. I gave her my less active phone line though.

 What an encounter!

 I didn't even ask for her name.

At the end of all these, a lot of thoughts flooded my mind: Why did she lie? Is she that ignorant? What da heck was all that drama about?

Then I remembered my post on foundations and change, and imagined what she has built for herself.

Anyway, in case I was wrong and I over reacted, or judged her wrongly, please let me know.

Is there an NYSC camp at Victoria Island where they pay N2000.00 per day?

Have a great week people!

STOP, THINK & FIX.

Change is a constant thing in life. Without Change I can imagine life being static and definitely boring. 

Being a Gemini for me means being lucky. We crave for new things all the time and embrace change quickly.

Yeah, my post comes with a reason. Trust me and my case studies; hypothetical situations never work for me. It is the real life situation that makes the drive exciting.

Yeah, I am moving!

I am excited!!

It's coming at the best time ever!!!

When you love what you do, moving up the ladder comes easy. You don't need to be pushed. It’s a natural thing.

I love my job. There is a satisfaction that comes from deep within. Even in the face of challenges, I have stood strong.

What's the bottom line?

It's the foundation you build that matters.

Keyword here is FOUNDATION.

The definition of ‘Foundation’ in various dictionaries makes it very confusing, however I have picked one that fits into my context:

It is defined as the lowest support of a structure.

Foundation is very key is every area of life.

Psalm 11:3 says 'if the foundation be destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

The foundation you build determines what structure you can carry. Build a strong foundation and you are assured of a solid structure. What you carry on the inside would definitely reflect on the outside. Build your foundation in such a way that even when your confidence fails you, people can still see you and know what you are capable of doing.

That’s exactly what happened to me.

After every stage in my life, I would recount my experiences and I always get the assurance that I have what it takes. Simply because I am confident in the foundation I have built.

We unconsciously do certain things, habits that become imbibed in us and form our core values.

How can you repair a faulty foundation?

Taking the real life situation of a house with a faulty foundation, as a trained estates surveyor (I abandoned the profession though) in my university days, it is either the house is built all over again or foundation is repaired. However, regardless of the method you choose, the building cannot be occupied at that period.

In essence, when we have to fix core issues in our life we need to STOP, THINK and FIX.

Chill, what have I been writing since?

Summarily, I built a solid foundation to my career and it is taking me places beyond my imagination.

Some of you may be asking, ‘is it too late to rebuild?’ Maybe not… better late than never.

Happy new month peeps!

Lol @ Deronk and Zinger collabo. Very interesting one from us... despite it all, I had some teary laughs. We could do a bestseller you know.

Telemundo tinz. *covers face*

Whatz gonna happen to Andrea? (never mind I am silly abi?)

So the saying ‘November to Remember’, I don't know where it came from but I have one to remember in 2013. Yaaay!!!

I started a habit of night ‘owling’. I roam about and disturb people at night. Pardon me if you have been a victim of my disturbance. It will pass. Maybe it is ‘vacay’ things, cos I am always assured of sleeping till daybreak.

So the this one-month will be so laid back for me. Extremely laid back.

Gonna miss my colleagues.

Looking forward to new peeps.

Gemini rocks with change.

I am proud to be one.

I wish u all a wonderful and beautiful November to remember for good.

My Fairy Tale Story (5) Final Part.

*covers face*

The final part is finally here.

Read the first four parts by clicking on the links below;

Part 1, Part 2,Part 3 ,Part 4

Toke had called Mayokun’s school for umpteenth time on her mobile phone, but the line kept giving an engaging tone each time. Mayokun was always back form school latest by 3.30pm while she joined him at home by 5pm.  Getting home by 5.15pm that day he was not yet back from school. Fear gripped her and as she picked her bag to go out, her phone rang.

“Hallo, please is this Mrs Akinsipe?”

“Please who is on the line?” She responded with her heart almost jumping out of her mouth.

“I am calling from St. Francis Hospital at Ikeja, your son was bought here …” She had cut the line.

She rushed out of the gate into Folusho almost tripping both of them off.

“Toke what is going on?” Folusho looked lost.

With disjointed words she explained that Mayokun was in the hospital. They rushed into the car and down to the hospital.

*********        *********        *********        *********        *********

Michael wondered; this boy was so much like him and he had given his Mom’s name as Miss Akinsipe, and smartly knew her number off hand. Could this be Toke? He was suddenly gripped with fear and guilt. He had been driving down around Ikeja and out of nowhere the little boy was in front of his car and too late in applying his brakes he had knocked him down. When the had regained consciousness, he had been able to give out his mom’s Name and number. The doctor had called her and she was on the way.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“My God, Mayokun who did this to you?” He was sleeping peacefully.

Toke looked at him all over; he had fractured his shoulder and had bruises all over his face.

“Miss Akinsipe, please calm down, he will be fine. The man that was driving the car has gone down to our pharmacy to pick up the prescribed drugs.”

Folusho led her out of the ward, trying to calm her down. “The boy needs rest and I am sure he will be fine.”

Thank God, My son is alive she thought. She couldn’t imagine what would have happened otherwise.      

*********        *********        *********        *********        *********

When Toke saw him, she pinched herself to be sure she wasn’t dreaming.

Michael seeing her froze too and stared at her. God, Mayokun was his son, he confirmed to himself as he walked up to her.

She deliberately ignored any familiarity when he greeted her.

“You are the reckless driver who knocked down my son?”

“I am sorry”, Michael started; “I didn’t see him run into the road, it happened all so fast. I will be paying his bills…”

“I don’t care”, Toke cut him short. “I just want my son fine again”.

Folusho watched the entire exchange. Something funny is going on here he thought.

Micheal, left and went to check Mayokun again, seeing he was still asleep, he went to see the doctor.

Afterwards, he recalled all he had done to Toke. Who would believe he did not deliberately deny the child. He just had to convince her if he was to get anywhere close to his son. He felt so horrible with himself.

*********        *********        *********        *********        *********

Mayokun’s recovery was very fast. He enjoyed Michael’s company and also noticed how cold his mom was to him. Michael had tried talking to Toke, in vain. She simply didn’t give him the chance. He always met her at the hospital every day during visiting hours but she ignored him even when he greeted her. His son Mayokun was a darling and he always enjoyed his company. One thing he was yet to figure out was the identity of the guy who came with Toke to see their son. He wore a wedding band and Toke had none. These were questions that needed answers.

*********        *********        *********        *********        *********

The day Mayokun was discharged; he got there early in the morning.

“Hallo Uncle Mike”, the little boy beamed with a smile. “Will you come and see me at home?”

“Yes I will”, Michael responded, wondering if Toke would allow him.

Toke came in, ignoring him as usual and hugged her son.

“Sweetheart, sweet home. Grandma is so excited you are coming back today”.

Michael’s heart raced, grandma? He was completely lost now. Last time he knew, Toke was an orphan.

“Yes mom”, Mayokun’s excited voice bought him back from his thoughts.

“Uncle mike said he would come and visit at home.” Toke was mute.

“Where is Uncle Folusho?”

“He has gone back to Abuja.”

After the discharge, Michael offered to take them home, Toke hesitated but Mayokun was elated with the offer and she was forced to accept. During the drive home, he noticed she seemed to have softened unlike the initial days of the accident. The healing process had begun.

Folusho had spoken to her to hear his side of the story, and accept him if he was sincerely sorry for the sake of their son. She couldn’t deny she still loved him but the pain of the rejection was intense.

After dropping them off at home, he promised to check up on them the next day. He kept to his words and soon became a regular visitor. Mayokun was really fond of him, if only he knew that was his real dad.

CHAPTER NINE

“Toke, I don’t know how to start or even what to say, all I did wasn’t deliberate, and you would know that no guy would claim such knowing he was fully protected. I am just regretting everything I did. I had to sack you because I could bear to see you again after I thought you betrayed me.”

Silence.

“Toke, please say something.”

There was nothing to be said except to cry. She had known he was coming to apologize when he had invited her out. He had been a regular caller at home all because of Mayokun. She had a mother-daughter chat with Grandma and she had told her the first point of recovery for her was forgiveness. It was quite obvious Michael has realized he was wrong and admitting it ready to make things right.

She had forgiven him although he had not formally apologized. He was doing it now.

“Toke”, he called her

“Yes”, she whispered.

God!! She was already crying, he expected it but it still came as a shock to him.

“Please for the sake of Mayokun and the Love we once had, please let us forget the past and move on. I accept the blame.”

“It’s okay, there is nothing I can do. Thank God he saw me through the difficult period.”

“Thank you so much” he said as he took her hands and squeezed it with relief.

Afterward he tried to chat about Mayokun and his early days, but it was very tense getting her to talk. He decided to take her home. Over time they would blend.

*********        *********        *********        *********        *********

“You are telling me you took him back after all he did to you?” Tinuke queried her.

“I had to for the sake of Mayokun, besides I can’t keep hiding my feelings, I still love him.”

“Anyway you have made your choice and….” A knock at the door interrupted her.

Mayokun, rushed to the door and opened it.

“Daddy, you are late”, he accused Michael.

“I am sorry” he said with his hands raised up in surrender.

Getting to the sitting room he saw the Tinuke and Toke.

“Good evening”, he greeted Tinuke and Hugged Toke.

Everything went silent and you could hear a pin drop. It was heavy with meaning.

“Well…” Tinuke started, “I will take my leave now”. Completely ignoring Michael

“So soon”? Toke asked?

“Yes I have to go see my mum”.

“Are we still fighting?” That was a question that was out of Michael’s lips before he realized it.

“No please, excuse me, Michael” He was standing in front of her.

Toke suddenly aware of the tense atmosphere, sent Mayokun off to meet Grandma.

The moment the little boy left, Tinuke let it all out.

“Michael, I just find it difficult to forgive you for what you did.  If not for Folusho and his parents, do you think you would be proud to call Mayokun your son? Toke has a good heart else you wouldn’t be here now.”

Micheal had been bombarded every now and then by everyone that knew the story. His father had come so hard on him he was lost to himself for some days. Toke was on the verge of tears cos he was always so down after such encounters. This is another of such.

“I am sorry Tinuke. I know you and Toke are just like sisters. I am sincerely sorry. I wish I could change time to correct my mistakes, I am back to make it right for good.”

 “Let us forget the past and move on.”

Toke cut in,

“I am here standing. The pain is all over.”

Tinuke gave him a wicked look and extended a warm embrace look.

“I will kill you if you try it again.”

They all laughed in unison.

I was all over at last.

THE END.

Yeah, finally this is all over, my fairytale story that took forever.

I admit I am a crappy writer. You can add lazy to it.

Anyway ending the story now is like a burden off my chest. I will be careful of the promises I make in the nearest future.

Plenty, plenty gist. I have forgotten most of it sha. Too many happenings in recent times.

I missed a family reunion due to some silly set off peeps, but really like the saying goes every disappointment is a blessing, true for me this time. I would have been cruising on a vacay/reunion and missed on something equally good. Maybe I should become more proverbial and say ’you can’t eat your cake and have it’. I think that fits too. Well summarily, everything works together for good to them that love God.

Been outta town for a considerable number of day, boring but really, it’s the only opportunity I have to rest, infact that’s why I am able to conclude my story. If I am in Lasgidi…I trust myself, I will be roaming up and down looking for what is not missing.

My latest addiction is “Telemundo”. AkA swaps* Lola Lola* for football now. Hmmm, not my fault, It’s that bad, I had to go looking for a drifta hoping to watch it on my phone anywhere and anytime. It is not been connected till now, will see to that soon. Did I mention a part of me is waking up from a deep sleep? I will have to watch more of it.

My previous addiction is still dere. Funny it has not phased out. The shrink skills are now been totally played out on me. Maybe I need it. Maybe I don’t mind. Maybe I need to break down a lot of defenses. Yeah, very true.

Babies and more babies!!!. Kfash and bebe. Girl and Boy. *dancing* More to come. I am eyeing Twins for me. Am serious o!! Join me when I ring the bell of prayers.

Big hugs for Delebabe, you always have a way of giving me the hard knock. This time around I don’t mind.

I can go on and on. Still on Vacay, I offered Deronk Two days out of it, She is yet to respond. I am always nice.

Have a great weekend.