Inspirational write ups from my desk to your deck

This is a write-up  I consider note and moral worthy. There was this portion of grasses right in front of my house and just by mere looking at it I knew I couldn't pull the grasses out. They looked so grown, tough and glued to the ground that my hands that would normally find pulling grasses out of the soil a fun leisure would not even contemplate it. Everyday passed and the hope was that we should be spraying them soon, a hope that varnished into busy work weeks. Today I couldn't make it to work because I was pretty indisposed and by evening I had gotten a lot better and I took my first real step outside the door. My vision casted upon the portion of grasses and this time something was different. Not that they looked any less stubborn but I suddenly felt it was worth the try. I bent over a stubborn looking sprout, folded my palm around it and gave a good stance should my effort throw me backwards. But to my surprise it came off so easy... Too easy I would say. Nothing lik...

Rain... Slanting or straight You fall as though for me you lay in wait Solely to ruin my gait You chose not when I was yet at my gate You gushed down just as I sighted my date Rain... Every piece of clothing was carefully starched  and ironed out  straight But your deeds vexed the cassava starch, so bad it couldn't wait Running off every bit of fabric and leaving my senses a complete haze Please, Oh! strokes that leave telltales can I for one day hold your reins Wield your power ; thunder and rain only on those I hate Rain... How helplessly drenched as though I've just taken a bathe By all means please keep off my wedding day! Let us settle every scuffle before that date Don't want tears mixed with droplets of you from my lovely Kate No threat intended just an humble plea... I now know you are not my mate... Wait...  When the rain of life seems to ruin your day Remember it's also growing out your next meal without receiving a pay Don't ev...

Through the dark alley you would need a lamp Through the tunnels unending you would need a map The journey through life will require more than a fast and furious ride Only those with extra oil and complete maps would make it out alive The hooting of the owl won't cease The horning of overhead train won't decrease But head steady, heart sturdy ;onward must proceed your feet Feeble or frail, you have an appointment to keep, destiny dignitaries to meet In the darkness, a hand is reaching out Through the tunnel bends a straight path is laying out Reach out, grab and hold tightly to the palm that is holed in the middle The world's best pilot; your life he won't fiddle, he is far from being idle Jesus is the lamp and the map, the work of love art  His spirit is the extra oil and God is the destination The storms may hit hard sweeping through every yard  Life doesn't promise to be easy, but he is the anchor to hang on Walk side by side with him and y...

Upcoming... Yes Upcoming 'cos I'm definitely on my way up. This really sounds like the best motivation I've had in the last... One day. Well I've been reading... No... Digesting... Slowly, very slowly every bit of this book, Talent Is Never Enough by John C. Maxwell. Don't all Johns just know how best to drive home a good point? ... Well my conclusion on that is rather narrow minded as it centers on John… You know, the Baptist? As a basis, so I presume I have your forgiveness. Back to the main point, studying this book has questioned my rather inherent abilities then put me up on wobbly feet to defend these possessions and severally cutting me mid - thought to provide valid proofs of their worthiness... To hold, behold, or uphold. Well well well... I have judged my own case and agreed with John C. Maxwell, that Talent is absolutely never enough! On the strength of experience and truth he has managed to beat me hands down, legs flying. You should get a copy It...

Continued...        The next morning was a Saturday and they were all set for the visit. Rather than the hate they should have felt, they felt a sudden concern for him. Tunji was surprised when the jailer called him that he had visitors.  He had had no one visit him in the last five years and could not imagine who the visitors could be. He was ushered to the visiting room and he was dead shocked to see who his visitors were... His wife, step daughter, a little girl he knew instantly was his daughter as he remembered  his wife was pregnant before his arrest and this could only be the child... his daughter and Pastor Anthony, the father of the very first child he took advantage of when he was a teenager. Pastor Anthony came very close to tears on sighting him, remembering this was the same man that almost ruined his first daughter's life had Jesus not intervened. It was in the past now and Pastor Anthony would rather leave it there, after all his daughte...

Continued...          "Who are you looking for?"  She asked with a familiar voice Bidemi could not mistake. She was her mother but this look... What could have happened to make her age this much?  Bidemi controlled herself from screaming Mummy! She had promised God she would behave herself... Her emotions... The pain, the hurt, mixed unevenly with the excitement of seeing her mother again. Pastor Anthony as she now knew him as, introduced himself to Bidemi's mother and knew from how Bidemi's grip tightened on his arm as she saw her,  that the woman was her mother. "Please ma" He continued "I am Pastor Anthony and we are looking for one mummy Bidemi, a young child who ran away about six years ago" He paused to study her face. He noticed how she heaved a heavy sign before replying "I am the one, what about my daughter?, did they find her somewhere? " The pain in her eyes was unmistakable as she looked desperately at Pastor Anthony...

Continued...  ....  Suddenly the guys were unsettled as a car chose that time to pass through the narrow bush path they had pursued her into and focused its head light on them. The guys were almost blinded by the intensity and they fled from the scene. The light then dimmed as though intentional and the driver beaconed on her to get into the car. She couldn't even think twice about it, she got in almost immediately and hurried the man to drive far away. She didn't get the chance to see his face... She was still shivering all over. Was she just almost raped? By five guys! The man interrupted her thoughts "Where should I take you to young lady? He sounded responsible Anywhere... No... Your house... I don't know" She replied totally confused "No problem... Calm down, you are safe now" He managed to comfort her Soon they were at a totally different street, it was about 9pm already and everywhere looked so unfamiliar but Bidemi didnt care so far she...