Friday, April 26, 2013
Hi peeps! Its been forever. I came here to clear the cobwebs, not sure if I'm back to blogging but I stumbled on this write-up and it made a whole lot of sense...in fact it feels like my story. So please read and make sure you climb that mountain.
I tried to climb the mountain today. As I inched my way up the path, I felt out of breath and had to turn back.
I tried to climb the mountain today. But, It was so hot outside, I thought I had better stay in my nice air-conditioned house and rest up for tomorrow's attempt.
I tried to climb the mountain today. On my journey, darkness started to fall and I was full of fear, so I had to return to a safe place.
I was ready to climb the mountain today. But I had so may other things to do, so instead of climbing the mountain I took care of the much more important tasks; I washed my car, mowed the grass and watched the big game. Today the mountain will have to wait.
I was going to climb the mountain today. But as I stared at the mountain in all it's majestic beauty, I knew I had no chance of making it to the top, so I figured why even begin trying.
I had forgotten about climbing the mountain today, until an old friend came by and asked what I was up to lately. I told him about all my plans to climb that mountain someday. I went on and on about how I was going to accomplish the task.He stopped me and said, "I just got back from climbing that mountain. for the longest time I told myself I was going to try to climb it but never made any progress." "I almost let the dream of making it to the top die. I came up with every excuse of why I could not make it up the mountain, but never once did I give myself a reason why I could. One day as I stared at the mountain and pondered, I realized that if I didn't make an attempt at this dream all my dreams would eventually die." "The next morning, I started my climb. It was not easy, and at times I wanted to quit. But no matter what I faced, I placed one foot in front of the other, keeping a steady pace. When the wind tried to blow me over the edge, I kept walking. When the voices inside my head screamed, stop! I focused on my goal, never letting it out of sight. I kept moving forward. I could not quit because I knew I had come too far to stop now. Time and time again, I reassured myself that I was going to finish this journey. I struggled mightily to make it to the top, but I CLIMBED THE MOUNTAIN." "I have to be going," my friend said. "Tomorrow is a new day to accomplish more dreams. By the way what are you going to do tomorrow?"
I looked at him, with intensity and confidence in my eyes, and said, "I HAVE A MOUNTAIN TO CLIMB."
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
@Seye's post a couple of days ago and this poem just makes me remember 'the-good-old-days'. I'm re-blogging with his permission. You can read the full post here.
No moments could ever have been more perfect than the days of 1969.
The streets were full of dust
Yet full of much hope.
Policemen walked with smiles
On their faces, occasionally stopping
To ask the Shoemaker if he was okay
Or if the popular photographer
Had captured any strange events
My favorite outfit had
6 shades of black
And 3 shades of white.
Trimmed professionally at the seams
Styled by my mother.
And then other mothers
Got provoked to style for their sons.
Oh the black and white days
To mark our lands, we planted trees
And not fences. Today, I don't see
The tears in my neighbor's eyes
Because we are divided.
People still hawked extinct seeds
With smiles on their faces
Knowing you would buy a seed
For one shilling and make 100 shillings
Out of them.
Women still had clear faces void of blushes.
And when the men whistled, the natural blushes showed up on their faces.
like a canvas smeared with paint.
Our minds were big.
As big as the record disks,
stereos and computers of those days
Uncle Daneko used his computer for calculating data
And not to access dating data
We rode 2 months in ships
And the word 'overseas' meant much to us.
The ship cruises were part of the joys of life
Now we clutch to the weaker feelings of going abroad.
And that was it.
Bands played live.
Even for recordings.
Men and children could dance.
Our drinks. Our drinks.
We either had our juice squeezed
or our beer fresh from trees
Banks were the only ones we owed
And not the traffic warden.
3 bags from the bank were enough for the installation
Of the biggest factories in the city.
Only the influential knew how to.
Chicks were called damsels
And I only took a second look
When I heard Her sing.
And not when I saw a swollen appendage
on her chest or her back side.
Churches were bigger than
most buildings, and a cross at the top
distinguished them from banks
We heard from you from the letters
In the pages and not from the screen
In 1969, no one had secrets.
But here I am keeping them from you
Monday, February 25, 2013
I was on twitter the other day and someone tweeted “Judge not”, another handle replied and said “that’s hypocrisy”. His argument- “whether we know it or not; we unconsciously or consciously judge others”. I think it’s true, I see a person dressed in some way, speak in a particular way and I judge them in my mind for a fraction of a minute before I re-think and find an excuse for them.
As humans, I don’t know if we ‘cannot not’ judge. I’ve been very deliberate about not adjudicating people. I try to look beyond their clothes, attitude and actions because I don’t know what their journey has been about. I mean it’s only God that looks at a prostitute and see a future great grandmother of the Saviour, Its only God that looks at a smelly shepherd boy and see a future king, Its only God that can look at a murderer and see a good leader, an author of five books of the holy book, Its only God that can look at a cheat and see a great nation.
When I look at a murderer, all I see is a murderer. When I look at a prostitute, I see a prostitute. I don’t look past the face most times, I sometimes don't take my time to see things from the person's perspective but as I write this; I just said a prayer and its one prayer I like to say every day. “God please let me see people the way you see them, let me see the world...the people you blessed this earth with through your eyes…AMEN.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
“Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, and then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.”
That time of year is around once again for people to go to the stores and get their girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands, wives, fiancées, fiancés… some form of gifts either chocolates, perfumes or a bunch of flowers to celebrate that thing we call love. A time when many people search out romantic quotes and sayings about love for a Valentine’s Day card, a scrapbook, or even a love letter.
If you are somewhat single, then Valentine’s Day may not be the greatest time of the year for you. Seeing other people celebrating their love can make one a bit envious. However, don’t be let down. Lift your sagging spirits by seeing some movies, buying yourself a box of chocolate or cake or read some valentine’s quotes and dream of your own happily-ever-after….lol
A lot of people have different opinions about valentine though, we have heard about some jailer that joined people and another a priest, I don’t know which of the story is really true but I do know that as innocent and harmless as St. Valentine’s Day appears, according to its roman’s traditions and customs it originated from two of the most sexually perverted pagan festivals of ancient history: Lupercalia (known as the “festival of sexual license”) and the feast day of Juno Februata, Celebrated on February 15, Lupercalia was held by the ancient Romans in honour of Lupercus, god of fertility and husbandry, protector of herds and crops, and a mighty hunter—especially of wolves.
To the Romans, February was sacred to Juno Februata, the goddess of febris (“fever”) of love, and of women and marriage. On February 14, billets (small pieces of paper, each of which had the name of a teen-aged girl written on it) were put into a container. Teen-aged boys would then choose one billet at random. The boy and the girl whose name was drawn would become a “couple,” joining in erotic games at feasts and parties celebrated throughout Rome. After the festival, they would remain sexual partners for the rest of the year. This custom was observed in the Roman Empire for centuries.
According to the Catholic Encyclopedia, “There are at least three different Saint Valentines, all of them martyrs, mentioned in early martyrologies under the date of 14 February. One is described as a priest at Rome, another as bishop of Interamna (modern Terni), and these two seem both to have suffered in the second half of the third century and to have been buried on the Flaminian Way, but at different distances from the city…Of the third Saint Valentine, who suffered in Africa with a number of companions, nothing is further known.” Several biographies of different men named Valentine were merged into one “official” St. Valentine.
So I am so confused here and I really don’t know where the idea of setting aside a special day to celebrate love came from, am not against love trust me, in fact am a sucker for love…I just don’t think it’s okay to celebrate love once in a whole 365 days, when we can celebrate love everyday of the year…hmm, that does not mean am not going to celebrate this valentine though…because I have some pretty cool plans…
While I was researching about valentine, I noticed that cupid was the general representation of valentine’s day, Cupid, comes from the Latin verb cupere, meaning “to desire.” Cupid was the son of Venus, Roman goddess of beauty and love. Also known as Eros in ancient Greece, he was the son of Aphrodite. According to myth, he was responsible for impregnating numerous goddesses and mortals. Cupid was a child-like archer. Mythology describes Cupid as having both a cruel and happy personality. He would use his invisible arrows, tipped with gold, to strike unsuspecting men and women, causing them to fall madly in love. He did not do this for their benefit, but to drive them crazy with intense passion, to make their lives miserable, and to laugh at the results. Somehow I don’t understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine’s Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon…lol
Over the centuries, St. Valentine’s Day cards became popular, it has become highly commercialised according to statistics, It is said that 25% of all cards produced each year are actually Valentine’s Day cards.
After all the history class I have given, here is where I stand: I do not believe in setting out a special day annually for some guy to show me he loves me…I want our love to be celebrated everyday… I don’t believe in some guy commercializing his sentiments for me… I don’t need a special day for the words “I Love You” to be proven to me. I want it proven everyday in the things we do for each other, celebrate it in our laughter and treasure it in moments that a Valentine’s Day card or gift can never fully represent…but for history and tradition’s sake this little poem is dedicated to everyone.
“Valentine treasures are people who
have often crossed your mind,
family, friends and others, too,
who in your life have shined
the warmth of love or a spark of light
that makes you remember them;
no matter how long since you’ve actually met,
each one is a luminous gem,
who gleams and glows in your memory,
bringing special pleasures,
and that’s why this Valentine comes to you:
You’re one of those sparkling treasures!
By Joanna Fuchs