DON’T BREAK THE SEAL OF CHASTITY.

Chuks, why are you being persistent about this, for Christ sake? You of all people know this is absolutely wrong! I can’t do this; it has to wait till we’re married.  Onah threw her hands up out of exasperations.

“Onah, I know, but my love for you is becoming so strong daily and I can’t even help myself these days. Besides, you know I am a man, I have needs. To prove our love, we just have to do it. Moreover, it could consolidate our relationship seems you don’t want our relationship to continue…..Be that as it may, I think we have to give ourselves a break, seeing each other everyday enhances the urge.”

Yeah, yeah, I really think, that will be better! “I, as well think, we both would’ve to fast and pray, seeking God for a better way to deal with this situations”

Chuks’ expressions became galling as Onah picked up her black leather hand bag from the couch and took her leave. “So she still doesn’t like me, even when I have tried all the tactics I know. She’ll regret it. After all I did for her; all she kept telling is waiting till marriage. I can’t wait any longer to have her.”

Why would I be so foolish all the time? She kept proving some form of ‘moral fiber.’ keeping me in anticipations. I can’t take this anymore, enough of this nonsense. She even advised to fast and prays! Is this the kind of person, I want to have my future with. One who is not submissive? Enough! Aggravated, he sat back in the couch thrusting his left hand underneath and forcefully, he brought out the X-rated disc placing it in his Sony DVD drive. All alone in the room, he tainted his wits. Increased in lust, he togged up on a pair of black Vickers trousers, white sleeve striped with pink, thoroughly ironed. On his to feet was black Bottega Venetia snickers lined with white tint and spiced it up with Nick Sullivan silver Rolex wrist watch. He takes a look at himself in the mirror, seeing how sumptuous and smart he was; he left for David’s house –a friend who lures him to watching the x-rated videos.

He walked at some distance when he sighted Diana, his childhood friend at the new bus stop. Quickly, he walked up to her.

“Hi, Diana. Long time, no see. You are looking so classy. Where have you been?”

“I have been in town. Did you care to call, let alone seeing me at home?”

“Diana, please forgive me. I lost your contact, and I couldn’t reach you when you were out of town. Besides, I have been really busy, trying to make ends meet.”

Eeh! You couldn’t even squeeze out an hour to come see me when you heard am in town. ‘Besides, I heard you are married.’ Diana asserted.

“Rumor everywhere, who are your informant? Don’t mind whatever you hear. It’s just a rumor.”

“It had better be rumor, said Diana.”

“Diana, we’ll talk on phone. Am going to see a friend. Chuks said, as he hurriedly takes the next available taxi”

                     
  ***********

David was on his way out, when Chuks arrived. “Chuks, why are you here? You were supposed to…. eh, what happened?”

“It just did not work out as planned. I did all I could, but you know, she sure refused me, that it must be after marriage. Funny enough, she was preaching to me and even recommended that I fast and pray to get over this temptation of sin.” I think, am done with her. No more, no less.

“Calm down, Chuks. There are always many fishes in the water, when one resist your bait, another would accept. Only if you know the tactics suits the person you’re dealing with.  Don’t give a fuss about Onah. She’s such an ingrate. It’s a norm these days, most girls gives a pretty excuses. ‘They tend to turn one down when you ask for such’. I was about going out when you came in; can we go have a drink?” 

Yes, we can. Let’s go…….

  
They set out for bar in the next door neighbors. Taking their seat, they ordered for ‘ORIJIN’ (an alcoholic drink).

Chuks, you’ve to apply other methods, you know! Many girls are not decisive…. It’s up to you. You could as well let Onah be and find another.

“That is exactly what I want to hear, David. I can’t continue with her overrated self. What did I asked for? Sex! And she’s telling me to wait till marriage. Who told her I was going to marry her. Am fed up with her kind of person”

That, not withstanding, I saw Diana (my childhood girlfriend) while I was coming…she’s looking ever pretty! She’s my next move. Actually, she arrive town some days back.

“It all good then, its an opportunity you can’t give away. David replied. We call it a day now.”

      
*******

It was a week now, since Chuks had an argument with Onah and ever since, no calls from him.

At this time, Onah had had her fasting and prayers. The thoughts from the Bible portion her pastor gave kept trending her mind, now and then.

1^st Corinthians 6:18……

Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his body.

2^nd timothy2:22

So flee youthful lust and pursue righteousness, faith, love and peace, along with those who call on the Lord from a pure heart.

“How could he be demanding for Sex, what has come over him? We’ve been courting for 2years now. Why can’t he wait any longer after marriage, where we’ll have it as many times as we can, when we’ll no longer feel the guilt of sin, and unwanted pregnancy? Chuks that I know is a strong Christian….a bible study teacher for that matter. I pray God help him get over this temptation.” She thought to herself as she prepares for Wednesday prayer meeting.

She untangles her hair glancing at the mirror hung on the wall and whispering to herself ‘Am beautifully made.’ Wearing her mericane makeup over her unsullied oval face, she slipped her hand into her black velato leather bag and brought out a lipstick. She had slides it through the curve of her lips which brought out her ever spicy cute appearances. Her eye lashes appeared to be like an artificial, but taking a cursory look, one could attest that it’s natural as it were. Her highly gristly pointed nose was one with a solacing breath. She was not a color rioter .On her was an Irish pink camisole speckled with an apple red color flowers with a knee length black cord skirt. On her feet was a pair of Mersey Morgan swade shoe. She slipped her hand into her hand bag to ensure her Bible was there. Affirmed, she came out of her one room apartment and locks the black steel door with the key on her.

At the gate, she met Deborah, her neighbor.

“Sister Onah, this one that you are in so much in haste, hope all is well. Deborah said lifting up her 25litres gallon filled with water.”

“All is certainly okay, am a bit late for prayer meeting; I have to be there in the next 12minutes.”

“Pray for us oo, Deborah said jokingly. Eeh! What about your friend Chuks, he’s kind of rare these days? Hope know crisis between you both?”

“We’d talk, when I returned!”

TAKE ME HOME DADDY

With the Joy of  her admission into the Pharmacy school at the University of Benin, Immaculate could not but persistently give praises to God without hesitation. Everyday, a laudable expression of her pacific personality was absolutely felt in her very countenance. This she does by giving a broad smile to her acquaintances.She was fond of this before she relocated from Lagos State to the University hostel.
Immaculate, was born and brought up in the capital   City of Lagos and ever since, she had not left the place she grew up to call home. She was earnestly cautioned about life at the campus the night before she left for school, and a story was told her, how Akinmade had his life ruined because he heed not the counsel given him and as a result he joined the trending cult in the campus in a bid to raise shoulder with the STRONG MEN OF THE CAMPUS.  As a norm to her she nooded in agreement to her parents advice and made them confide in her that she was never going to compromise her status.

She left home on cool Friday morning, and headed for Benin City- an ancient City know for her rich cultural heritage with sound and well structured political system. The University  is cited as a nodal covering a large hectres of land. At about the hour of 3:05pm, Immaculate arrived the University's gate. Seeing how magnificiently the gate was built, perplexed , she stood for a while staring at it and unfortunately for her she was locked up in a state of dilema. Falling back in place she quickly walked up to the MEN AT THE GATE. " please sir, do you having any idea of the road leading to queen Idia's Hosel?'' "Get away, you nothing girl that can't even greet and  needs an answer to your questions.".....................................

MY DREAM, MY GIRL- THE FAR SPENT TIDE

             EPISODE 1           
             EPISODE 2

Kemi is dark in complexion, tall, long haired with pointed nose, lake-deep eyes, and a glamorous curved lips.She is not just a a beautiful young damsel at eighteen but as well possessed so many adjectival description. She was extremely humorous with good communication skills with right mental attitude.She is full of energy, gorgeous and above all, she was a God fearing personality. It's so rare to find someone like her, somehow when she was around, the sky was always blue. The gentle breeze that blew at our being together was not common, as if the land and the seas were always alerted to calm the atmosphere.

My name is Williams. This is the story my life. I will always tell it over and over again till I part the veil of the living. I'm not bad in appearance myself. Dark in complexion, almost chocolate, with broad nose, hairy; tall with lightly built body muscles. Been  from a Christian family, first and the only child of my parents. I have always wanted to be a 'SCIENTIST' since the age of  7, been fascinated with their meticulousness and curiosity. This attracted and laid a lasting impression on me never to be but a scientist. With the joyousness of admission into the higher institution, I made known to myself that in my own little way, I should be able to contribute to the development of the new environment I now found myself. My curiosity as well got me to be accustomed with the trend and  this boost my social life of which Kemi was found.

The memory Of that beautiful night that I had magically developed the courage to walk up to Kemi, is still fresh in my mind, as if it was just few hours ago. Kemi got to like me after knowing how honest I was in my dealings. On several occasions she saw me with other girls, but she was always not anxious. Blessed be the tie that bound us together as we both grew up to love and cherish one another.
Kemi was the beautiful side of my dreams. The dream that became a reality. She kept me smiling at myself daily. She was the laxative of my worries because each time I looked at her, all I saw was LIFE without ending. We shared our happiness and mutual woes together. Occasionally, arguments ensued between Kemi and I and we always had a way of resolving ourselves.

                                       BUT SOMETHING HAPPEN

Kemi soon became a dream. I ceased to see her. "Had I been dreaming all these years?" It was indeed strange to me as the whole thing wasn't clear to me. Sitting on a white plastic chair, I sighed.
"Why had she disappeared? Had I hurt her? Absolutely No."
Even if I had, we had a way of resolving our differences. Why had she done this to me? Why had she left me in discomfort? Why the increment in my lachrymal secretion?

I found out my "WHY" wasn't yielding me answers. I tried to sleep to see if it was a dream but all my efforts proved futile.

Then, I reached for my pair of glasses, pen and my notepad and I began to write.
Thus were my streams of thoughts:

Let the singing ravens be quiet. 

The screeching dragons have truce 

with the burning bush which they set on fire. 

The mountain top lies the eagles. 

And the brooks lie the harts panting for water.

As the deer runs after water, 

so was my soul towards Kemi.

The little reed of the earth should know that the LION 

has been loosened and should prepare for what lies ahead.

After finishing my introduction, I walked inside to get a glass of water. I sipped and swallowed it like 'CODEINE LINCTUS', picked up my pen and begun to write from where I stopped.

23rd April , 2010
Benin , Nigeria.
5:27am

I still don't believe that I've lost her forever.

Perhaps I didn't deserve her. She was such a nice lady, such a wonderful female. I know I could find many girls in this world, even more beautiful and attractive than she was. But no girl could fit into that specific portion of my heart that had been reserved only for her now.

What should I call her?

Aggressive? Absolutely not. She was so patient, so calm.

Hard and strict? Never. She was so flexible, so adaptable, very compromising too.

Rude and proud? No way. She was modest, friendly, and sympathetic.

Extremist? Impossible. She sure knew her boundaries and limits.

No, there's nothing I could call her. I couldn't give her a sole name.

She was truly wonderful, capable of doing wonders.

She understood me. I don't think anyone could ever understand me the way she did. She made me realize who I was, arranging my life's books neatly into this world's shelf. It's only because of her that I am who I am.

I would not say she was perfect but she was the best one I could have ever hoped for, not only because she had a tremendous amount of unconditional love, but because she shaped who I am today: my qualities and character. She was the one who made me beautiful in every sense. The kind you didn't see anymore. She was simple yet so mysterious. She was familiar but at the same time, strange too.

In the paths of life, you find faces you can't forget forever, no matter how much you try.
Then how can I forget that fairy-face which made me accustomed to the reality of life?
Those lake-deep eyes which, when low, brought night and when high, were the source of daylight.
The pointed nose that gave me the breath of life.
The comforting heat she generated that warmed my tender body.

She was the poetry of a born poet.
Flowers needed her to grow.
Autumn required her to become spring.

She was definitely a dream girl, a beautiful scene of my sleep, she was a reality too. A reality which creates history. A reality you couldn't imagine your life without.
She was so alive. One who could give you life in one glance. There was just nothing else like her.
It was her attitude toward life that made her uniquely captivating. She had a quick intelligence and a lively curiosity about anything she happened to encounter.

And then...she was gone when I needed her the most. She came and left. She didn't leave alone; she had my life too.

I'll never understand something: Why those times pass so quickly when one is happy? And why those times seem to stay forever when one is sad.
I closed my notepad and thought to myself that I should be glad if not for anything, but for the fact that I once found "THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. AND IF DEATH SHOULD COME NOW, THERE WOULD BE NO REGRET"


On a second thought, I said THERE'S NOTHING TO BE GLAD ABOUT IF IT WAS JUST A DREAM.

I had heard of the broken hearted. I never thought it could be my turn someday. She never said anything to me before leaving. Why should I believe the lies that  she had broken my heart? Huh! This was frustrating and disheartening. Could I ever recuperate from this ill-luck?.

It was a week now since she left me in the lurch and got away with pieces of my broken heart. I still hadn't heard from her. Anorexia had been another problem of its own. It had been water and 'CHI EXOTIC ' juice all this while. It was a period of "sack clothes". I couldn't do anything other than mourn with my utterly dull countenance with fallen eye brows.

Days have turned into months,and the later int years. Time and tide were still rolling on and they waits for no one. I knew it was all but a dream. I learnt to LIVE and stop existing. But I still hope to see my Kemi in the nearest future.

With this little experience, I think I know whom to open my heart to. It's a reality now and I am grounded for the little tests that come in RELATIONSHIP. For without these little tests, life would be a SMOOTH PAVED ROAD leading nowhere and would be utterly meaningless. It would be safe and comfortable but dull and pointless.

Lest I forget, everything happens for a reason. Sometimes people come into your life and,
right away you know that they are meant to be there to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a LESSON or help you figure out who you are or who you want to become.

You may never know who they are. It could be a room-mate, class-mate, neighbor, a friend, an acquaintance or a LOVER.
When you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some sort of profound way.

Sometimes, things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful and unfair but in reflection, you find that without overcoming these obstacles, you will never realize POTENTIAL, STRENGTH AND WILL-POWER ,HEART ILLNESSES, LOVE, LOST MOMENTS OF TRUE GREATNESS AND SHEER STUPIDITY. All these occur to test the limit of your SOUL.

The people you meet who affect your life and the success and downfall you experience help to create who you are and who you become.
Even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are the most important ones.

If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them for they've helped you learn about TRUST and the importance of being CAUTIOUS to whom you open your heart to.

If someone LOVES YOU, love them back unconditionally not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love.

Make every day count for you may never be able to experience it again.
 Talk to people you've never talked to before.
Let yourself fall in LOVE, break free and set your sights high.
Tell yourself you're a great individual and believe in yourself. You can make of yourself anything you wish, can create your own life and then go out to live it absolutely with no regrets.

Have a fighting spirit and never hesitate to get back into the struggle.
Most importantly, if you love someone TELL THEM, for you may never know what tomorrow has in store, and learn a LESSON everyday you LIVE.

Someday, everything will make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears and keep reminding yourself that TIME AND TIDES WILL ALWAYS RIDE.

"what is this events? "

ROOM WEEK SAGA

                  HALL 4, UNIT 1, ROOM 173, UNIVERSITY OF BENIN.

6:09am

“Vincent, Vincent, Vincent.” “Ooh! Who be this witch when no want make I enjoy my sleep na.” Vincent shouted out of exasperation. It was Moses beside Vincent’s bed space tapping him to remind him of their ever anticipated “ROOM WEEK” At the time of this scenario Vincent was at the apogee of his sleep. That point where fantasies seem to be realized, you know. 

The previous night, Vincent played electronic art (EA) football game on his newly purchased laptop. His elder brother had called him some weeks ago to come pay him a visit during the SALLAH break. Vincent on hearing this, never wasted time at all, as that was his first time to visit the city of Lagos. A week later Vincent returned with a brand new laptop, and ever since his return, he’d been obsessed with his latest gadget. This was when Moses came disturbing him, after being tired of playing EA football game  which he admired with so much enthusiasm. In fact, at times he forgets to take breakfast.

 “Moses, wetin be your problem? Vincent asked." “Today is our ROOM WEEK, Moses replied." And every other occupant of the room echoed "HAPPY ROOM WEEK FELLA!’’ 

Vincent and his roommates have been living in Room 173, located in Akanu Ibiam hall, popularly called HALL 4 since the beginning of the session. Hall four (4) is one of the best hostels in UNIBEN because of its convenience. Its rooms are well structured as compared to the three other low end halls of residence like hall 1, 2, and 3 which are all storey buildings with three series each. 

Hall 4 is located in a well organized environment. It comprises of three units. Unit 1 has its gate directly opposite the school of Medicine, unit 2 gate is directly facing the S.U.G secretariat and adjacent to the faculty of Law while Unit 3 part has its fence facing the faculty of Agriculture. Each room in hall 4 has four corners, with each corners allocated to two students unless if there are squatters in the room. Vincent resides in corner “D”. Moses and Vincent are like cat and rat in the room as they always have some beef for one another almost every day, though, they also play most times.

Room 173 is a blend of 2 Law students, 3 Pharmacy students, 2 Foreign Language students, 2 Political Science students and a Philosophy Student. It has been fun all this while living together with people of different assortments and of different background. Everyone has always had their contributions to matters been debated. Though there have been downsides too, because humans are prone to error, you know. By the way, the fun part outrages the otherwise. Vincent (LAW STUDENT) is very outspoken, despite the fact that he was the youngest in the room; he always has something to say with his EGOISTIC VOCABULARIES-law has really done him well. He has had dispute almost with everyone in the room except Blessed. In fact, I can remember vividly his first dispute, the very day he packed into room 173, which almost degenerated into a fight with his bunky-Samson. Amongst other things, Vincent is good in spoken English, but rushes his words too quickly. He is not exactly the calm type either. His favourite line is “am cool’’ (it’s not too much of a lie though).

Samson (PHARMACY STUDENT) shares the same corner with Vincent. Samson is an epitome of wisdom; he’s an experienced guy. So many a times, he gives advice on spiritual, relationship and other matters. He is the generous type as well. In fact, he was nicknamed “THE BOSS” as everyone looks up to him for advice and other matters. Samson, though a pharmacy student had all the engineering tools in his abode; He fills up his corners with fluorescence energy saving bulbs-up to (six) 6. Everyone wondered why the design in his corner is so. He also owned “DJ” equipments which he entertains the room with. In addition, he so beautified room 173 with his inverter which is the first in the whole of hall four. If air-conditioner was allowed in the hostel, nothing would have stopped him from bringing in such sophisticated device. This created a cynosure for room 173 as it attracted several other students especially the pleasure lovers. On a general note, he likes dressing fancy and always asks about angels. And lest I forget, he refers to himself with the pronoun “they”! Sentences like “they wan sleep see angels- instead of I wan sleep see angels are typical of him.  

 Corner “C” is the space allotted to ISAIAH (PHARMACY), BLESSED (PHARMACY) and MOSES (FOREIGN LANGUAGES).

 ISAIAH, for all he cares is the FREE RADICAL ADVISER- he always gives a fuss about the close-by gutter which smells like HALL 2 REFUSE DUNG. ISAIAH nags with all his strength, you dare not touch his wrapper nor sleep on his mattress. He is a good guy though. Except, of course when he wakes up in the middle of the night. He is “evil” at that time. (Him no dey fly oh! Don’t get it twisted!).  MOSES is not left out of the garrulous league in the room; his outrageousness is mostly constituted in his usage of French language even when communicating with obviously non-French speaking Anglophone roommates. He speaks French even in his dream. His favorite French line; ‘J’espere que tu vas bien’ was used on almost all the roommates while he was at it. 

The ‘inmates’ of Corner “B” are budding instrumentalists; “OVIE (FOREIGN LANGUAGES)” and ESE( LAW). Ovie plays the piano with so much vigor that even the dead could wake up dancing when he is at work. He however refused to lend his skills to the room by assisting them in creating a record song of their own. The roommates are still hurt from this. (not really).

 Ese on the other hand plays the guitar with top-drawer (that does not mean he’s good at it though). He is the legal adviser of the room. He owns a fine suit that he feels is designers and also has the most ‘TUSH’ laptop in the room. (what can I say? He is a Lagos boy after all). Corner “A” is as a matter of fact also known as the “PORN ZONE” You dare not go near there, else your spiritual frequencies will be abased to the zero level. Ndubisi, nicknamed N.D (POLITICAL SCIENCE)” is the man in charge of this specific affair. He fills his laptop with the good, the bad and the ugly. His favorite slangs-GIVE AM ONE and ALOBAM, should tell you all you need know about him. He is the typical Igbo man…loves money and always argues about the importance of ‘businesses’. It must not escape mention that his mentor is the famous wrestler ‘Randy Orton’ and that he believes he has the best things in the world. His laptop for instance is the best that ever was made (delusional I know!).

 PATRICK (POLITICAL SCIENCE EDU)”or PATO (PATHOPHYSIOLOGY) as he is fondly called is the political animal as he always defines himself. He always defends his views without apology to this effect. He is also known as “the naked man’’ owing to his penchant for not wearing any clothing (none at all) when coming from the bathroom many a time.

 DENIS (Phil osophy ) aspires to be a greater philosopher than SOCRATES. Who knows? Maybe he will. May be he won’t. Actually, his qualities show he would be good at what he is being trained to do. He is also known as the “EZIZA PRIEST’’. He attained this status after going to a shrine on excursion with his classmates. He is a good fellow, mostly calm (unless occasionally when some persons tag his soup as smelly).

 BLESSED (Pharmacy) never forgets prescribing both the spiritual and the synthetic medicines. He is not a bad cook (though he chooses not to brag about this.) He is quiet the churchy type and necessarily, his favorite line is “You all must REPENT”. He doesn’t like being called “Epa B” though his roommates think the nickname is cool. Though, somewhat reserved, he sure knows how to be heard because he is the brain behind this article.

                                                                                                                       

                                       HAPPY ROOM WEEK, HAPPY STAY IN UNIBEN.
                                                      GOD BLESSES YOU ALL.

INTROVERTS

                           Dedicated to: All introverts

Let’s go!
No...I think I'm okay this way
Aren't you bored?
No, I'm not
I'm an introvert.

Our lifestyle seems boring to the populace. We love being alone and reminiscing, focusing on our own feelings, minds and affairs. Deep thoughts keeps creeping its way in and then we have lots of secret just because we have few friends around. Its pays us being ourselves-sitting, eating, talking, playing, reading, singing alone has been our hobby ever since even though it’s never other people's kind of life. We are reserved and would rather spend our time on a single activity rather than multitasking. 

We prefer being ourselves to social situations. You would never see us come out to the dancing floor in a party and dance like others would do or volunteering in social issues. We go deep thinking. Yes! We are shy, but not always. We seem coded and some people think we are complicated, not until they have close intact with us. When other friends keep playing around and catching fun, you won't find us there and even if some of us get to play along with them, we pull out when it’s getting too long.

Everyone is gone out to see one friend or the other, but we are still in the room, thinking of things that don’t have a topic or doing what we like doing when alone.
 

We have just few close ones around that we tend to play so much as we can with and even feel free with them till they tell us we are stubborn.

Parents’ atimes misunderstands us and flare up. But instead of explaining better, we have tears mixed up with our words and they flow uncontrollably all because we want to defend ourselves. How painful! we are emotional and feel very bad when we get hurt. Only few of us learnt how to control our feelings. So many things other people call fun are boring to us.

Even when we have a gorgeous look on us, we don't usually feel we are. We just stay stationed and watch other people move freely. Some of us feel 'I am
Beautiful' while some feels 'I am ugly'

We easily swing moods and sometimes in our lives, it seems we are all alone. We can decide to talk and play today and in the next few minutes or hours, we are back to the cool headed style. Not every one of us is gentle; the truth is 'most of us are gentle while some of us are quiet'. 

So many of us don't feel loved and in that case, we go into reckless relationships when alone, do cruel things and even hate ourselves. Negativity has ruined some of us, while few of us have been able to explore ourselves. 

Our negativity spring out from mistrust, broken heart, the things we long to do and we could not. Our brothers- extroverts have for long stepped on our toes and we couldn’t help but wish they understands us. We are gifted people, who could transform the so called bore moment to sequential imagery that could make life easy for the populace. 

The world transforming technologies, the great works of arts etc are the works of our hands. Life has been made comfortable by us. But we will die of muteness, without continuous motivation from our counterpart extroverts.

Introverts are humans; extroverts should please love them no matter their level of being an introvert. Many of us are that way because we aren't exposed to so many things, some because of challenges or depression and others are just that way, it’s their lifestyle.

To introverts: your life would be a complete mess to all and yourself if you do not have Jesus. I have Jesus and I have lots of specialties in me so how on earth would I hate myself? If you engage yourself in so many Things, you won't feel it even when you are alone.

 You can be a blessing to all even while being a reserved type. While writing this, I've been alone for over two hours and I'm safe even with writing. You are alone doesn't permit you to do bad things, have sex with your heart, think lustfully and the likes. You want love? Jesus truly loves you and when you have him, you won't feel rejected; being shy would be getting out of your dictionary.
 

Remember! You are special; therefore there are treasures in you no one has. I love you all.

MY DREAM, MY GIRL- THE FAST SPENT TIDE

EPISODE 1

Time and tide has passed since the occurrence of "THE EVENT". The sleeping dog wasn't indeed supposed to be awaken, but because closure was the order of the day and as the sun still shine and the little lilies haven't had their floral closed yet, then it must be that the truth be told if not to anyone, then to the sparrows of the sky the whispering of the whirl wind. . it was at the moment a period of reminiscing about the good, the bad and the ugly after all.

Does pain really hurt? I thought to myself rhetorically. My consciousness could easily guess the most probable answer to the question. I gave a deep breath and  had myself relaxed. Falling back in place, I remember the event and various thoughts cascading down my mind. I wondered why it went that way, but my mind had no answer unfortunately. When the unexpected becomes the fate of one, it's never the end of LIFE I concluded in my torment.

It all started when I thought I was man enough to ask a girl out and my taste was one who could be there for me and I for her. or should I say, In my first year, when I met Kemi, whom I fell in love with at first sight.
 It had been at the school auditorium when I first saw her. seeing her my heart throbbed and truly, not because I wasn't grounded in the affairs of wooing but I line with the certain eerie thought that I had found someone I have long been searching for.

She had been having troubles with her file and nobly I offered assistance to her but she wasn't so comfortable with my proposal . to this and maybe because of her naive mindset, she refused my help.

Was I scary looking? I thought to myself. Absolutely no!. My face certainly was not at least.
Even though physical appearances cannot wholly describe a person, I can still attest to the fact that, I was completely harmless without hidden agenda. I concluded within that even if I can't see her now,  we will some other time.

Weeks passed and she was nowhere to be found.  Not until one evening. It was reading hours and I had this uneasiness with sleeping at the reading period and that day I had told myself I was going to be extremely disciplined. All this took place in the lecture theater that is far away from my hostel. I had carefully chose this location because I needed absolute concentration in preparation for the imminent examination. To this time examination time table was already out.

At about 10pm, it dawned on me that I wasn't vehement enough for the task of that day despite my preparations. I decided to change venue to the adjacent class. There she was, burning the candle and making the most of her precious time. I sat for a while staring at her, deciphering her uniqueness and at the same time gumptioning my move towards her. Some minutes later, I walked up to her.


 Hi, kemi. Her warming responses to me scared away my little fears that she could turn me down. I felt absolute that night, like the unperturbed hero.
Everyone needs someone but not everybody is for somebody. Kemi and I chatted up that night, studied together and on the morning that followed, we both left for the hostel.

On our way, I decided to ask for her phone number and unreluctantly, she gave me. We both walked to her hostel before leaving for mine. It was a fulfilled studies for me, I was able to have all deals done.
Nothing can be more beautiful than being loved ,If you entered this world knowing you are loved and left the same, then everything that happened in between can be dealt with

What could this EVENT be?


 EPISODE 2

SELF DISCOVERY

Have you ever found yourself soliloquizing? reminiscing through your entire life and you felt so badly. The this is for your digest. There comes a time in one's life where things could be so rough which usually lead to the state of retrospection. This fact is usually severe in the introverted folks. Matters arising from different walks of life which of course are not the motivating ones. This could spam into one monologue-ing oneself and thus glistering the ever condemning questions: why wasn't I created so handsome,beautiful, intelligent? et cetera, and you wailed: why me oh! God.
All of this will come to ruminate your mind when you have not find out who you are, what you can do and what God has placed inside you. Hence the why of self discovery.
Self discovery is the

act or process of achieving understanding or knowledge of oneself. It

most difficult of all human knowledge. Many live other persons lives because they don't know who they are. Do you want to stand out in the world?  Then take time to studying yourself. The first step to becoming better than what you are now is to get yourself  known. Self-discovery and self-knowledge are the stepping stones to self-conquest. It is quite difficult to conquer oneself, but once that is done, everything is conquered.

It is a fact that most people do not know themselves correctly and clearly , Perhaps no one has a thorough self-knowledge, but one can have acceptable degree of it. To some, real and genuine knowledge can be disturbing and humiliating, that is why some shy away from knowing who they really are.
A story was told of a couple who went to an art gallery museum. The husband man after giving a good compliments to creative arts done by artists went to the other sampling corridor which was decorated with mirror. As he walked in, unknowingly to him, seeing  his look, he was filled with fury and called his wife to check it out. Furiously he exclaimed "who did this painting? how could the curator have kept such an ugly work here"  he continue with his sacarstic remarks about the portrait.The wife chuckled, and said to him come on, you are looking at the mirror.

This is clear truth that many are not happy with their external looks, and they say to themselves 'if am like this externally, how or what could the inside be like' they tends to shy away from looking within.
Apart from ones looks, other things been equal. Other attribute does not tells who one really is.
    Sometimes ago in a philosophy class, a guy was asked "who are you?" at first he was  lost in his thought, not until, some few minutes later when he regain his conciousness. Am Wellington, he replied! One fact we have to clear here is that, you could have a beautiful and sweet sounding name, but that does not really depicts your actual self..  I can all be an ugly and a bitter person, but that does not tell who I am and all that I can be; it does not  wholly describe me or reveal me. Who am I, then? I may say, "I am a student, a teacher, a professor, a Pharmacist, a Doctor et cetera. Again my job is not myself, am not my work, am not the activities I does. Though it may qualifies me to a certain degree. An anxiom says 'where we go and what we do advertise ourselves'  One fact still remain a truth, that our real self cannot be totally measured by our activities.

   In each person, there is something of a mystery, something that cannot be easily disencrytpted, decipher and inexhaust. Interestingly, we might say, I am my body, mind, will, heart, abilities, talents qualities, virtues, attitudes,  ambition (what I want to make of myself) and approaches.
 "what one is God's gift to one,and what one make of oneself is one's gift to God"

 "KNOW THYSELF" is a popular axiom credited to Socrates

(A Greek philosopher) during a conversation that transpired between him and the Delphic oracle(goddess). After telling Socrates that he was the wisest man on earth. Socrates replied her: All that I know is that I know Nothing. The best one could do is to know oneself, is to know one is and he went further to say that " The unexamined life, is not worth Living" hence the essence of self-knowledge, self-awareness, self-examination and self-evaluation. 

To become what I am, I must be clear about what I want to become. Goals setting is absolutely necessary. I must know the target am shooting at.

So many persons are not their real self, they play roles. whether we are or we are not, whatever,we are not an empty sham.

 A somewhat, trinity we are at some instances "the person one think one is, the person others think one is, and the one God knows one to be

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STEPS TO DISCOVER ONESELF.