THE ALPHABET 7(G)

Labelled foolish but wise. The felt end seems like the beginning.
Giving up does not exist, the sight of the finish line becomes the ADRENALINE.
Forever happiness is the strive in life because, the breath cant last forever.
The G(you) has become the leader of the cheers, the only voice that gladdens the heart. It makes the mind work...its far from mysterious, its real, its HAPPINESS.

Oh what a day, how are you today?..yes you, my beautiful ALPHABET. This reality has never been fantasized. This reality is a 7(MONDAY....SUNDAY). This reality is a fighter that never gives up.

You and me?. We are what we feel, our minds are grown, its a great revelation.

The first step is always the leader, just follow it and it would guide you because, that is where the zeal lives.

I am talking about me, that man that strives, that man that wants it, that name that would live for years, that heart that would help other hearts beat. That 7 that feels something great for a 7, every 7.

The greatest of it all is the tongue that waggles wrongly but its feeling does not live there, it lives in you, me and us.

MY 7, MY ALL, THE ULTIMATE NUMBER.

THE MISSION

 A lot of people take life the wrong way, we live glamorously and forget the MISSION, the real reason why we exist. A whole lot of us see other humans as lesser and at some point feel we are special and extremely different and forget the fact that the blood colour and nervous system is the same, just the material differences.


Many have come and gone and a lot of people are never REMEMBERED. This world is ours, its like a game filled with stages, you pass a stage and then you record your name there. I know a lot of people that live life without thinking about what tomorrow holds. Everybody knows we only live ones which is a fact but what is the living for no reason?. I think a successful man is a man that has not just the wealth but a great mark on the face on the earth, A MAN THAT HIS WORTHY IDEAS HAS AFFECTED LIVES POSITIVELY.

A friend asked what I would love to do in future(obviously I want to be really rich). I thought about being just Rich materially and then I thought about what my generation would think of me. Being able to afford whatever we want makes life easy but this makes life feel like a cheat, I think these challenges we face is the best exercise for the mind, through these means we can come up with greater ideas on how to go about our problems. I know we cant change the world but we can affect the society we find ourselves in positively, only if we try. 

I am not perfect but I know I can try my little best as long as I LIVE. God gave us just one life because he believes in you and me, he believes we can make our world a better place and not end up concentrating on the useless parts of our existence. THAT SWOLLEN BANK ACCOUNT IS MEANT TO FEED AND MAKE ANOTHER SET OF THE HUMAN RACE HAPPY, ACHIEVE YOUR MISSION TODY, VOLUNTEER AND YOUR MARK ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH WOULD FOREVER REMAIN A POSITIVE SCAR. HAVE IT GOOD IN LIFE..#MISSION #ACCOMPLISHED  

TALES OF VERA

I read this story and thought i should share them. No matter the situations, he keeps to his words.

No matter how long those aspects but aspects ..!?

I do not want to tell a story, but the story, the best story that has been read, filmed because this story has been lived ...
 
Begin to imagine a wonderful and intriguing, a maze? Maybe ... It was the first day of the month of the year that everyone was waiting with joy, not in July to go to sea, not in December for the Christmas tree; March! Yes, the month of spring, the alarm from hibernation, the trees in flowers, from just born love that if you shout too them afraid: they are fragile, they are shy, they are dormant. The protagonists of the south, were not physically close, but they were not so far away that they can not touch. Were two souls who traveled a lot, turned, browsed, investigating. In the euphoria of their wandering they met, they discovered that it belonged. Bingo! You say, or bad luck, you'll think! Well, neither the one nor the other because it was all one. The one began and the other went on! She allowed herself to be swept away by this situation in a sweet, gentle, sweet. It seemed a dream and she liked more and more. He was curious and she fed her curiosity. Now beginning to live in symbiosis. The one walking softly in the thoughts of the other, in silence, on tiptoe, slowly to be quiet so as not to break the spell that had created. He was shy but very sweet, his knowledge, his knowledge tended to capacity, were scary. She was so talkative, clumsy, hard head, but when he read a message from him or heard his voice, she melts like snow in the sun, freed his mind from his thoughts in 1000 and is carried away on the wings of freedom without thinking nothing, without providing anything, without expecting anything. We tried at all hours of day and night without rest, for them there was the alternation of day and night, every moment was wonderful to look for, to meet, gather, brushing against. In the air breathed such a scent that only their recognized: was the scent of the voltage that is generated towards one another. It was not only electricity, magnetism was not alone, the tension that generated the two souls could not be measured with conventional parameters. They laughed in their lives, they smiled their looks etched in a Selfie, were so excited to words that expressed in a chat room, you were so sensitive to feel their heart vibrate, those were not just words printed, they were like whispering! For two months they heard wonderful food in them such a curiosity and complicity that only two neurons "silent" manage to establish. They recognized everywhere, especially in the stars that they loved so much. They had the same passion: the sky for its immensity, its vastness. Their endless thirst for knowledge, their endless curiosity that bound them. She loved everything about him, always active, cheerful. She was fascinated by his good sense, by the power that emanated from its tranquility. He had his dose of sugar and honey, his coffee and his chamomile. She felt safe, he could never hurt her never to upset her, but .... just love it. Love it as it was, with its merits and its flaws 1000. She played with him always, sometimes when the child woke up with a grandCasino, sometimes woman with her warmth and her passion. Sometimes when mom comes around and scolded him if everything was done to perfection. Days, hours, months .... moment: after two months of endless joy, of phrases and words spoken from the heart (they had decided to feed each other, not to lie to, to share their life better or worse, not separated ever heart and mind) ... Well came the fateful day! Of what? The two souls had to materialize, take shape, touching with hand. It was the best day of their lives, not counted the hours, not minutes, but ... a second that separated them. The more time decreased, more butterflies in their stomach danced gently until saziarli. As of this meeting? Indefinable, indescribable, of infinite joy that can not be told with a sentence with a word! ♡ 

A Vera Di Cagno Story.

RACE, COLOURS AND RACISTS

We all live differently but share a lot in common. Some people whom are of a different race find the presence of others from another race annoying. These foreigners are sometimes tagged dirty and smelling and are being treated differently by these RACISTS.

My little exprience...

"I was aboard a bus one day when a woman entered. As a foreiger, i know my people when i see them and this bus was indeed filled with the red indians, blacks like me and a few country men(race witheld ). The seats were full, this she never realized till she moved closer to the back which maybe she thought she would get seats there. Moving and watching the faces of passengers like she just saw the devil smiling at her, she looked at the faces of some lack boys discussing aloud immediately she just paused and closed her nose(really offensive). Till she alighted, she did not get the green scarf off her nose(saddening)"  

Now, if a man gets married to a woman of another race and they get a mixed race child, does it make that beautiful kid a nobody?. 

Does it mean he/she cannot be accepted into a society he finds himself because humans treat them wrongly?

We really need to realize that it is the same flesh and blood and nothing but different skins, accents and lifestyle.

LETS JOIN HANDS AND FIGHT RACISM BECAUE IN THE END, WE ALL ARE THE SAME

DEEP BLUE EYES

Those eyes, its affection and beauty.
The beautiful bearers, how rare.
Always washing away his tears,
that deep blue sea i see.
Lovely, Creative 1.8 my depth and its height.
Seeing these tears no more makes the day even brighter.
I see my sadness no more, that is the feeling and how it should be.
Standing tall i say these words he said to her looking in her eyes.
I                                        LOVE                                       YOU

IJELE IN EUROPE

Like the others, Ijele wanted to get big cash, drive big cars and get hot girls. He thought of the fast lane, he practiced it like the other boys but it never paid off. Ignorant Ijele felt his problems was a cause of voo-doo practice on his life by the usual bad belle people in the village. Ijele did everything to earn a living but it was not paying off because he wanted the quick money.

I don vex..DUBIOUS Ijele said, he decided o get a visa and move to europe because he feels the MONEY GROWS ON TREES there..how ignorant!!!. Three times he was rejected a visa into the UNITED KINGDOM so, he thought of doing it the REBEL way. young and ambitious Ijele enter Libya with hope of getting there. The N350.000.00 he got from the sales of the only surviving plot left for his father by his late grand-father in which he stubbornly sold was with him in Dollar Notes (foreign currency). At the back of a truck, he sat with 28 other people, all arranged like bunches of firewoods. For 6 days he was in the SAHARA moving, praying to GOD andequally regrettng why he even left home. With little or nothing to eat but water to survive on he moved on with faith.

He got to his first stop where he managed to get into a camp ready for europe. Ijele turned spiritual when he realised theonly meansinto europe was the meditterenean. He prayed and fasted for months he almost started getting visions and thought of opening a church but he had tomove too, Ijele wan send  pictures for in people and make quick money come build house for village.

As they sailed into Europe, the butturflies in his belly awoken. When Ijele saw the size of the sea, he started quoting the bible verses he had memorized because the matter don pass am. Days later they arrived the shores of  ITALIA.

Trouble in Paradaise, IJELE thought Italy speaks english he equally felt since he is in europe everything gets easy but its rather unfortunae, just the lifestyle.

Letter from Ijele.... 

      i think sey to become rich na for mouth, i dey pray everyday for the grace of theAlmighty because this life no easy as  been think am. GOD BLESS OUR HUSTLE..I JAY BOY!!

MAIL RECOVERED..... 

I have really missed this, could not get any access into BLOGGR but i am back now.