CIMDHOG

Little ones gather around me as a speak words of wisdom that would guide you through the jungle of life. ON SELF:  1. Be true to yourself  2. Be yourself but be your best self  3. Strive to be the best you  4. NEVER compare youself to anyone ON FAMILY  1.family is very important. They are the ones that have gone through most of your experiences with you, so they know where you have been and who you really are.  2. Listen to your parents, they are right most of the times  3. Learn to share your struggles with your family. Seriously, if you can't talk to them, then who would you talk to. ON LOVE  1 The shape of the heart has nothing to do with the shape of love, it has just been an aged long fraud  2 Love is not only about the butterflies in your stomach, in fact there are really no butterflies in your stomach its just a reaction to the bursting chemicals in your system.  3. Say "i love you" more often to that beautiful face that stares back at you in the mirr

"I want to own a very big house", Kemi said with her thin arms throws wide open to emphasize on the exaggeration, "the biggest that this village has ever seen". They sat in their usual relaxation spot, under the big mango tree, which they had grown quite fond of because it had been a source of mid day snack, sport and relaxation for them. How the six of them got to be is nothing much of a story; Tola and Tolu both 8 years old, are inseparable twins, so it would be decent enough to say whatever group they would be, they would be in it together. Sola who claims to be the leader of the pack because she happens to be the eldest at 9½ years as she would argue, although Bimpe always disagree with that since she is just 2 months behind Sola, coupled with the fact that she carries the first born crown in her family and acts as an elder sister to Kemi who happens to be the smallest of the group at 5 years. Christiana was not much of a talker more of the person that has

My eyes crack open as my brain cells crank up to resume function after hibernation. I begin to pick up words from the environment that make some sensible sentences. I reach out for my phone to check the time, i jump from the bed uttered a quiet curse word underneath my breathe. "Shit!" I stumble around the room trying to make a resemblance of human contact with objects in the room. As i fumble with things i begin to wonder, "how can some one possibly sleep for that long?". After some seconds without the full resumption of the brain's function, i switch to auto-pilot which is driven by self-loathe. "How could you have slept for this long?" "It shows the uttermost art of indiscipline" "now the rest of the day has been wasted, thanks to your anaesthetic sleep". I try to build up defenses but i only find my legs working and walking of their own accord in no other direction than the bed. I tried to resist, trust me i really tried, bu

"Yepa!!!...exam moved forward ke!...see me see gbege o...e gbami" Life was as its usual state and flavour when I was making lateral turns on my student-sized bed making a few laughing sounds as I delight mtselfI with technology. It was an average day for me until the day decided to reach its highest peak when the bombshell was dropped...Exam that was to be in a months' time is now in 2 days time. Within seconds I when through 4 out of the 5 stages of bereavement...Denial, anger, negotiation and depression...still have not accepted it. After this I started hyperventilating, I was both disorganized and confused. As I type this the only thing that rings through my head..."O God, help my poor soul"

There has been one attack or the other by the terrorist group, Boko Haram, in Nigeria so much that the world seem to sidetrack it. Recently, France was attack by another group of terrorists but this time the world stood to raise a voice, now the question is why the difference...here are some the views of some individuals.

You were a sojourner on a mission I was a girl with a vision, when our path crossed. Our first meeting was not particularly memorable but you knew that that was not our last. As seasons come and go, I realized that you were different and with each meeting I fall deeper in love. Your sweet words make chills run down my back, your lips against my ears make me stop in my tracks, forgetting everything else in the world. I know for certain that this is true love, because you don't lust after my body, instead you urge me to pile on clothes...the thicker the better. The set time is here again, when you have to continue on your mission. I should have been used to seeing you off but it seems every year my feeble heart refuses to learn to be strong. As you turn your back, my heart breaks but I hold down the tears with the certainty..."He'll be back, maybe next time colder and for a little bit longer"

I'm a people person, I love people...or at least I try to convince myself of that. I try as much as possible to be in the midst of pleasant, loving , non-toxic people. Despite my desperate attempt to be unrevokably in love with people, there are times I develop pure disgust to the human race, so much disgust that a word from another human seems to get on my nerve. After doing a research, I have found out that this period of "un-love or non-love" is directly related to to days I get little or interrupted sleep. Needless to say, I love sleeping. Apart from food, nothing else seems to satisfy me as much as a peaceful sleep. So I'll like to use this opportunity to apologize to everyone who I have been mean to in the past and would be mean to in future (let's face it, it's not likely to stop) especially in the mornings, i.e before 12pm, I want to tell you that from the bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry, I really didn't mean to be mean to you but thin

HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all...fyi I stole this image from my friend and she's harassing me with it...