Never a lender, Nor a borrower be. I have always wanted to write a blog, someplace where people can read about myself but I was always hesitant Why hesitant you ask? Well Look around you. How many people actually wait and take time to speak to a person in pain? Who cares if some unknown person is quietly sobbing away in the back of a bus? And This Is My Blog- A Tale Called Life.

Opened the book of life to find what inspires me to live. When I came, people around me cried and smiled at my presence. The beautiful baby over the years laughed heartily attracting wherever she went. Growing into a humble girl but outspoken went on with the waves of life. Somewhere life got twisted, it strangled but stood on my knees to pray. Prayer unheard, thought not to give up in search of hope.

My thoughts, My words! Friday, 20 February 2015. 8220;Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it. LM Montgomery, The Story Girl. Black, white and sepia filters. There are some memories we. Love to celebrate while some we. Tucked away in deep dark oblivion. Those that are created in the midst of success and revelry and also those that arise from failure, betrayal, suffering and heartbreak. While some are such lovelies, there are also bitter memories that we.