A new year.

Welcome back to my blog guys, it's a new year with new expectations. 2018 is gone forever and is not coming back so we all have to look towards the future. Below are five things you should make sure you understand this year.
1. Have priorities; there is time for everything, time to sleep and time to be awake, time to play and time to work.
2. Pray regularly; whether you are Muslim or a Christian, it's important to pray.
3. Read. Readers are achievers.
4. Stop all addictions.
5. Stop childish thinking, we grow everyday so our mentality should also grow everyday. Think wisely.
I think that's all for now. Remember to tell a friend to tell another friend about my blog. Recommend my blog to others and you won't regret.

What do you wish to be?

There was an assignment given by a third grade teacher to her kids in an Elementary School.

They all had to write about one subject which was: “What do you wish to be?”

The teacher collected all of her students’ assignments and took them home to read and mark them.

When she started reading and marking, one assignment engaged her attention and made her cry.

Her husband walked in and saw her crying and asked for the reason.

She said: “Read this essay please. ”

Her husband started reading the essay loudly:

“Today I would like to wish in a very different way. I know it may seem strange to you but I wish I was a TV. Because everyone likes TV and they gather around it. They pay attention to the TV and listen carefully to hear it well. Everyone stays quiet to catch what the TV is saying. My father has time to listen to the TV even when he is tired. My mother can pay attention to the TV even when she doesn’t like to do anything else. If I was a TV, they would take me seriously. I would have a special place and be center of attention. I know my wish doesn’t make sense and looks weird and unusual, but this is what I wish I was .”

Her husband continued: “What an awful parents this poor kid has. Who is she?”

The teacher wiped her tears and said: “OUR DAUGHTER”

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The sparrow.

Once upon a time a sparrow got captured by a man.

The sparrow asked: “What will you do to me?”

The hunter said: “I will kill you and eat you. ”

The sparrow replied: “I am very small and would be just a little bite for you. If you let me go I will teach you three lessons which could be useful to you for a life time .”

The hunter thought that wasn’t a bad idea and responded: “Alright, tell me the first lesson now in my hand, the second lesson when you are flying and the third one when you sit on that tree. ”

 

The sparrow agreed and said: “Never regret your loss. ”

The hunter opened his hand and the sparrow continued: “Never believe the impossible. ”

The sparrow then sat on the tree and said: “If you had killed me, you could have owned the 2 kilograms of gold stone that I am carrying in my stomach. You would have been rich. But you let me go. ”

The hunter got so sad but there was nothing he could do, and asked for the third lesson.

The sparrow said: “You didn’t listen to the first two lessons, why do you need to hear the third one? I told you not to regret your loss, and you did regret losing me. I told you not to believe the impossible, how can a little bird like me carry 2 kilograms of gold?

You should know the third lesson by now; When greed comes along, people believe the impossible. And when they lose everything to reach the impossible, they regret their loss. ” And then flew away.

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Born with no tail by Laleh Chini.

A long time ago, on the way to a small town, a donkey was stuck in a hole and the owner was trying hard to rescue his donkey.

A passer saw the situation and came to help.

The passer held the donkey’s tail and tried to pull hard to help the donkey come out of the hole but instead, he ripped the tail off. The owner started to yell. The passer ran away and the owner ran after him.

The passer ran into a dead end, so he entered a house without permission.

There was a pregnant woman in the house and got very scared which made her lose her fetus, so her husband started to run after the passer along with the donkey’s owner.

The passer was running fast and jumped over a wall and fell on a sick man who was there with his son and killed the sick man.

 

The son of the sick man ran after the passer along with the donkey’s owner and the pregnant woman’s husband.

On the way, a pedestrian was passing with a shepherd’s cane when the passer accidentally hit him. The cane broke and went into the pedestrian’s eye, causing it to go blind. The pedestrian as well as the others, ran after the passer.

The passer had no choice but to run to the town’s only judge.

When he entered the judge’s house without authorization, he found out the judge was with somebody’s wife and was having an affair.

After a few moments, all four complainants walked into the judge’s house and started shouting and complaining about the passer.

The judge knew in order to keep the affair secret; he had to vote against the complainants.

The pedestrian started explaining his story and asked for justice. The judge said: “how can I be sure that you didn’t hit the passer. You have to bring four eye witnesses, and if you don’t have any, you should pay a 30 coins fine for wasting a judge’s time .” The poor pedestrian paid 30 coins and left.

The son of the sick man was called and he told his story. The judge said: “The equal punishment would be for you to jump on the passer’s father just once. If his father was as sick as your father, he will die. But because the passer doesn’t have a sick father, you have to pay 30 coins as well for wasting my time. ” The son paid the fine and walked away sad and disappointed.

The husband of the pregnant woman explained what had happened and he was sad because this was their fourth loss as they had been trying to have a child.

The judge said: “you lost three babies already, why should I blame the fourth one on the passer? Pay 30 coins for wasting my time. ”

The donkey’s owner got up to leave without complaining. The judge said: “It is your turn. Why are you leaving .”

The donkey owner replied: “Your honour, my donkey was born with no tail.”

 

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Deceived by Laleh Chini.

A hungry fox was passing by a village when he saw a rooster. Eager to relieve his hunger, the fox tried to find a way to hunt the rooster.

The fox told the rooster: “Hello friend, I knew your father, he had a great voice. How about you? Are you a good singer?”

The rooster replied: “Of course I am. In fact, I sing better than my father,” and closed his eyes to sing.

The fox’s plan worked well, it was the perfect opportunity for him to hunt the credulous rooster.  The fox jumped and grabbed the rooster with his teeth.

The rooster regretted how easy he was deceived and started to crow.

The village’s dogs heard the rooster’s crow and ran toward the fox.

The rooster told the fox: “In order to stop the dogs to follow you, you should shout and tell them, ‘This rooster doesn’t belong to your village, I got it from another village.

The fox believed that to be a great idea and opened his mouth to shout without hesitation, setting the rooster free.

The fox realized how he was tricked by the rooster and said: “Curse on the mouth that opens untimely. ''

The rooster responded: “And curse to the eyes that close untimely.”

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Tiny house by Laleh Chini.

Once upon a time, there was a poor man living in a tiny house with his wife and five children. The house was so small that it only had one room which they used as their kitchen, living room and bedroom.

In his very small yard he had a cow, a goat and a few chickens. Their living space was putting them under pressure; it was very hard to sleep at night with all seven of them in one room, making them complain each and every night.

One day he decided to go to their village’s wise man and asks him what to do.

The wise man listened to his situation and told him: “Take the chickens to your room tonight to sleep with all of you. ” The poor man said: “But we already don’t have enough space for ourselves. ”

The wise man said: “If you want your problem to be solved, do as I tell you. ”

That night, the poor man took the chickens inside.

The poor man and his family didn’t get a single minute of sleep that night. He went to the wise man again the next day and told him all about their difficult night.

The wise man said: “Tonight, you should take the goat and the chickens in your room. ”

The poor man left angrily, but did what he was told. That night was a nightmare as well, so he went to the wise man the next morning.

The wise man said: “Tonight, your cow is coming to your room as well as the goat and chickens. ”

The poor man mumbled and left. That tiny room didn’t have enough space to fit the cow so everyone where standing side by side until the morning.

The next day the wise man said: “Tonight, take all of your animals outside and sleep, come to me tomorrow and let me know what happened. ”

The poor man and his family slept comfortable all night without any problems. The next morning he went to the wise man and said that he never had such a wonderful sleep in years.

The wise man said: “This is exactly how we are. When we have something, we don’t appreciate it. If we lose it then we realize how precious it was. We need to be patient and thankful for what we have.”

I wish i could freeze the time at 18 by harbisolarh, Labake's blog.

🎶ɨ աɨsɦ ɨ ċօʊʟɖ ʄʀɛɛʐɛ tɦɛ tɨʍɛ at eighteen 🎶💋
Before I turned 🔞I had wishes. Which actually happened when I turned 🔞I felt like I had grown so much, felt like I was the biggest girl in the world 🌎 The first thing was having a boyfriend , before I turned 1️⃣8️⃣ whenever I see people with their boyfriends or girlfriends (I would say in my mind, I wish I could just be this age everyone call legal age). Having a boyfriend is so loving, kinda stressful, I loved him 😍 and he actually loves me back. The second was getting to taste the great deal of alcohol 🍺 before I turned 1️⃣8️⃣ i watched so many advertisements of different alcohol it is always written on it 1️⃣8️⃣ and above, I waited till I turned 1️⃣8️⃣ and I did what I wished. The third was hangout, first time I went to a club I went my friends it was so fun I danced away the boredom life I lead before I turned 1️⃣8️⃣. The fourth was a sleepover at bestie house 🏡 before I turned 1️⃣8️⃣ my mom will always say you are not yet legal to sleep out , but when I turned 18 it was a great night at bestie house.
But when I was growing older I realized there’s more to life than that I think highly, I was more matured, I got irritated 😤 going to parties 🎉.
I read more books 📚, I slept in libraries rather then a sleepover at bestie house . I watched motivational videos rather than an advertisement on alcohol 🍺.

But I had a flash back,to when I was 1️⃣8️⃣ that I wish could just freeze the time or let it stay young that it wouldn’t grow older , I wouldn’t have to think or be matured enough to stop all what I did at 1️⃣8️⃣.
~~🦋Brownskingirl 🦋

*Hope you learnt from this piece she wrote*

Recovery by Yinka, Imperfections.

With my

old soul,

restless heart,

torn flesh,

broken heart,

fresh wound and

broken ducts.

I patiently set my flytrap

to consume my grief

And cry the rain

to drown my sorrows.

And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight and closed in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to bloom.

This is the element of freedom

Alicia Keys.

Listen to the voice of my writing by just.Tolu

I know how you’re feeling

A thousand feelings and a billion emotions

Moving at once through your mind

You try your best to act cool

Suppressing every ounce of negativity

And your mind doesn’t want to stop messing with you

Just don’t listen

I know it’s hard

I know it’s tough not to compare yourself to other people,

I know you’ve cried for so long

Begging for a breakthrough or just a slight u- turn in your life to hit the right direction,

Everything seems so bleak in your life

But don’t listen

Listen to the voice of my writing

Listen to the voice of your childhood self

Remember when you wrote that composition

Remember when you had no worries

Than just binging on your favorite cartoon

And singing along to Teletubbies

Listen to the voice of my writing

Telling you, you’ll be okay

You’ve been struggling since the day you were born

Yet you didn’t stop living

Why quit now?

And miss the happiness of tomorrow because of a minor setback

Why? When you can listen to the voice of God

Saying “you’ll be fine”

In honour of women.

In Honour Of Women

They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy.
They laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up for injustice.
They don’t take “no” for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without new shoes so their children can have them.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes.
They’ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!
Women do more than just give birth.
They bring joy and hope. 
They give compassion and ideals.
They give moral support to their family and friends.

I don't know if this post talks about every woman in the world but it talks about my mum, the most amazing mother in the world. She would do virtually anything to make me happy, yes, that's my mum. My biological mum. You're the best, love you❤

The post was written by a WordPress blogger whose blog's title is Patrick stories.

God is superior.

Sultan Mahmood was a very atrocious king of his time. There are many stories about him and his oppression’s. He is notorious for claiming to own every beautiful woman that he saw or heard about from others.

It didn’t matter to Sultan Mahmood if the beautiful women had husbands, children or families of any kind, he would separate them against their will and take them for himself.

Many women covered their faces in public. They didn’t send their young daughters out to keep them safe from the Sultan. For that reason, Sultan Mahmood rewarded gold coins to anyone who reported beautiful women that were hiding.

There once was a carpenter who was a very hardworking young man. He had a gorgeous wife, who always covered herself to be safe, but somehow an unknown person reported her beauty to the king to be rewarded.  Sultan Mahmood came to visit the carpenter and his wife with his soldiers on horses.

He walked into the carpenter’s little Hut and asked his wife to uncover her face. When the king saw the carpenter’s wife, he was mesmerized by her beauty. The king looked at the carpenter and said; “You have until dawn to carve 1000 wheat grains out of wood. I will send my minister early in the morning to count your wooden carvings. If it is less than 1000 grains, he will bring your wife to my palace and she will marry me.”

The king left the young couple. The carpenter’s wife started crying and knew it was impossible to carve even 20 grains until morning. But the young carpenter was calm and started carving and kept saying: “God is more powerful than Sultan Mahmood. God is Grander than Sultan Mahmood. God is Superior to Sultan Mahmood.”

The carpenter carved 40 grains by dawn and his wife didn’t stop crying. She said: “How can you possibly be calm. The minister will be here any minute to take me.”

The carpenter said: “Don’t worry my dear. God is bigger than Sultan Mahmood.”

Daylight started to show its brightness when they heard soldiers making an announcement. The young couple were shaking.

The minister was there in the allies but not to take the carpenter’s wife, he was there just to let people know that Sultan Mahmood had died during the night.
By Laleh Chini.

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Petty things: poem by Mark Tulin.

To the shallow people

who taught me that losses 
were so valuable:

You deceived me
into believing that I needed
to keep these things
to be happy.

You convinced me
that I’d be lonely
or less of a person
if they were gone.

They were not as important
as it seemed. 
I know this now
as I grow older.

They were just things
I became dependent on,
petty things 
that my ego loved
but had no lasting value.

©️MFT

He changed my life.

Soldier come, soldier go, that’s how the story of life goes. People come into your life and people leave. When people leave one’s life they leave something behind which could be experience, habits,knowledge and memories. Isn’t it funny how people say now on can ride,trample or step on them and go free? The truth is people step on us leaving their footprints which could either be good or bad. His footprint he left on me can never be forgotten or washed away,  he left me as a mother.

I  lost my dad when I clocked sixteen and after his passing my mum fell very sick. In order for my family to turn a new page my big brother came to rescue me, bringing me from the village to Lagos. I can still remember the joy I felt while I was in the bus heading to Lagos but my joy was cut short  when I  discovered  that I would be living with the family that took my brother took Lagos to serve them. I was very surprised when I learnt that they had taken my brother has their own son, sent him to school and gave him an aspect in the family business to handle,  he manages of one of their guest houses since they were into hotels and bar business.

I was sent to the same school as their first daughter who was my age mate though she was a class ahead of me. A weakling who was always falling sick, in and out of medication though she was very brilliant having her results displayed in the house. Her mum would always compare our results forgetting I was coming from the village and had a lot to learn. I would admit getting jealous of her at times. She simply was amazing, boys would always stop us just to speak with her which she had an habit of insulting those who made attempts.

The family soon started to face difficulties  a year after my arrival. My guardians were ready to get a divorce and no longer lived with each other. Rita had to leave the house with her dad , her mum, kid sister and I left were left in the house. I had no one to talk to, share my pain and joy with. Rita was through with school so I could not see my dear friend who had become a sister to me anymore. Then he came to me in my lone and fragile state. He painted paradise to me and swore never to leave me.

Mr Jude became the shoulders I cried on whenever Rita’s mum passed out her anger and frustration on me. He became the ears that listened to all my tales without getting tired, bored or deaf. I was already in a relationship with a senior in school and as soon as he graduated I gave Mr Jude my answer to his long made request. Despite our age differences I agreed to date him, despite the fact that he was Rita’s teacher I fell in love with him. I always lied to myself that I was using him to get my assignments done and he was helping me grow academically even when I knew he was a big distraction.

We started going out and he never failed to buy me all I asked for until he got fired and resulted to selling okirika shoes and bags to make earns meet. I loved him, he made me see the light at the end of the tunnel and finally he made me a woman. I and Rita had vowed to stay undefiled till our wedding night but I threw all that away for him. Even when my conscience pricked, I silenced it by telling myself that he would marry me and what was the difference giving him now and then.

The dark days were over when Rita and her dad returned home. Rita was looking healthier; she was already in her first year in UNILAG while I was through with my WAEC. She even learnt how to make wigs while she was away and that inspired me to learn a skill although her mum was bent on me learning hairdressing. I was happy to have Rita around again even though we did not spend much time together due to her academics she pursued with all zealousness which challenged me to start attending tutorial classes for Jamb.

I found Rita crying one night, Christmas night when she had just broken up with a guy she claimed to not have being  in a serious relationship with since he was in US and she barely came online to talk with him. The break up was as a result of she not yielding to his demands for nude pictures and whenever he was in Nigeria she refused to have sex with him and even kiss him, while she was talking to me I started feeling shameful because all he asked from her I have done it with her class teacher Mr Jude. I watched her cry and constantly tell me she kept on asking him to wait till she was done with school and they get married but he would not so she ended the relationship. She kept on calling him a waste of time and that she would have achieved more as if she had not achieved a lot in her life already.

Few months later I discovered I was five months pregnant not like I had not known since but I kept on believing my period would come back. I told Jude who instead of being reasonable was calling me names and rejecting to be the father of the baby. Rita’s mum knew all along that I was pregnant but never said it directly to me rather she would say “if you get belle you go born am”. Rita finally knew when she searched my bag for biscuit. She looked more broken than I could ever be. Her mum took care of me and the baby but vowed not to train me or the child that it was responsibility of Mr Jude.

He changed my life, he brought both tears of joy and tears of pain to my eyes. He took education, happiness, freedom and my self esteem away from me when he walked out of my life without looking back. I used to call him maga and fool when he was spending heaven and earth on me but know I am the bigger fool cause both heaven and earth have rejected me. If only I never got to meet him I could probably by be singing a different song but no I am here singing a song to put my crying child to sleep. I am 18 and a single mother.
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Love making sense.

An elderly man hurried to his 8:00am doctor appointment, he wanted to finish quickly so that he could get to another appointment. The doctor asked what it was, and the old man proudly said that every morning at 9:00am he would go to the hospital and have breakfast with his wife.

The doctor asked what her condition was, and he replied that for the past 5 years his wife has had Alzheimer’s and hasn’t known who he is. The doctor asked the old man why he continued to visit her of she had no idea who he was…and the old man replied…” Because I still know who she is.” Beautiful words of unconditional love.

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Flowers be honest.

 Once upon a time there was a young prince who wanted to get married. He knew that every girl would marry him for his name and power, but he wanted to find true love. He invited all the young girls in his kingdom whether they were poor or rich, famous or unknown.

One of the young girls invited was the daughter of the palace’s gardener. She saw the prince every day from a distance and loved him secretly like all the other girls in his kingdom.

At the day of the prince’s party, he handed one seed to each girl and announced that he would wed the girl that could develop the most beautiful and healthy flower from the seed.

Like all the other girls, the palace gardener’s daughter planted the seed in a pot and took great care of it, waiting for it to grow. Weeks passed and the girl did not even see a sprout. She tried so hard and used different methods of nourishing plants taught by her father, yet there were still no signs of any growth.

The girls of the kingdom had 3 months to grow their seed and bring their pots to the most important party, which was for the prince to choose his future bride.

All of the girls gathered with beautiful colorful pots full of flowers except the gardener’s daughter whose pot was just full of soil. She walked to the line with shame and disappointment.

The prince greeted all the girls and saw their flowers carefully, and then announced, “My future wife will be the girl with the honest flower. ”

All the girls got excited and looked at each other’s pots, hoping that the prince was talking about their flowers.

The prince pointed at the gardener’s daughter with the pot full of soil. He said, “I choose her. She is the most honest girl in my kingdom. The seed that I handed to each one of you was infertile and none of you could’ve possibly grown anything out it. You all lied just to be my wife. ”

So the prince happily married the honest girl.

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