Through the eyes of me! November 30, 2012. I wrote this a year ago. The smell of garlic assaults my senses as I wipe my face with my hands. I adjust myself on the stool and it creaks. I adjust again, and it creaks again. I stand up and put off the light. The sunlight is seeping int.

Who is this broad anyway? We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased. So humble yourselves before God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Are we really happy or are we just desensitized? Nigerians t.

These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

Truth within, and truth without with the vehicle of imperfect words. From dark soils of Africa, in those lands first blessed. With the hot might and strength of fresh solar quest. Did sprout what best things a fallen base earth. May offer the Journey-Man who, wandering abroad. And driven by thirst to sever each cord. That binds to the usual, seeks hope and relief. From the burdensome cross of vacant belief. How happy we were! .

Sharing my world one tale at a time. Bags packed, heading out the door. Should I, can I, may I? Tis the adventure of a lifetime. Bright lights beckon me, warm lights bid me adieu. Spending my last night under the stars. Knowing I will soon be one. Basking in the hustle and bustle. Barely noticed, just another stranger clogging up the road. Daily, like a snake shedding skin, so the allure comes off. Revealing a grimy, seedy underbelly. My precious dreams, lost to me.

ng with a few of my friends. Due to technical difficulties, we have run here tonight. How do we measure a year? Dear MMXIV, I measure you in Growth. I am the girl of 2013 with a lot more direction, focused energy and drive. 2014 has taught me dedication, trust and the importance of speaking up.

The more eagle eyed 3six5NG-ers may have noticed a countdown widget in the side bar for a significant proportion of July, counting down to the 31st, or heard via twitter that we were planning on taking a breather. It is amazing how from one single tweet. Going forward, the .

These are the days I feel most alive. I was always the last person to leave the premises because my mother was always late. And take the opportunity to talk with her when she finally came around to picking me up. Afterwards, they would make side commentaries to me, Oh, your mother is very lovely. I would smile in return and forgive them for making me detest my life and school that much more. I did not like it at all. And just have mine alone to worry about.

Read this piece online and decided to share. To each according to his purpose; from each according to his ability. 2 hours to GEG 301 Test. The microwave beeped loudly in disgust and opened its door to reveal a freshly-baked pizza. For a moment the computer was taken aback by.

8230;Simply dividing the word of truth rightly. It screamed and spat in my face. Wading through life without hope, without a home. I realised I need a saviour, His name is Jesus. He came and things changed. If you did say the prayer with all of your heart, g.