TwinkleThrive

These pictures captured my thought.  When I see children like this,  I sincerely  thank God for where I am.  Not because I am better but because I am privileged.  Sometimes,  I try to make mental calculation of the gain they make by selling gala,  pure water,  biscuits,  sweets and hand towels under the sun.  The truth is,  whatever profit they make is minimal and cannot meet their daily demands. The state- our system is responsible for these children and young adult.  These are kids whose childhood was snatched from them. They have been forced to become care givers at an early age yet the need for survival  push them to conquer. How cruel can we be? Two days ago, I wanted taking akara and bread.  So I went to buy.  The mama sells koko and close to her fries were tables and benches where you can sit and eat.  Beside those eating akara and drinking  koko  are group of small almajirins  waiting to lick the bowl of koko.  This guy was  taking his koko  but turned to talk to the person b

So I usually say the measure of what you give is what you receive. Okay,  let me add to it. Some people actually receive more than what they give. So my Friend Maliat Musa just added, "some people don't even get half of what they give". Onotu Andah  viewed that "Sometimes we receive without knowing that we have received something great in return just because it doesn't come in the way and form we are expect it. Thing is we always expect something in a way and God may be blessing us in other ways that we take for granted." You can give all and receive nothing in return. You can decide not to give and be blessed with all you desire. You could give half way and you are equally met half way. These are just general life value. These rules are not cast in stone, it is just life playing out.

I loved to that point That point that my soul was lost in yours Not because I hated me But because I could align my soul to yours Again and again I saw the signs The spirit of love makes me drunk Under whose influence I committed my soul I was blind to the fact that spontaneously The passion was long dead To you I would have given my soul To give my soul  was to die Then the influence of that love Weaned off I found myself in me I needed time I don't know how much time I need Yet if love ever finds me again I may not give my soul Maybe I actually would.

At a certain point in our lives we have felt low. We must have said to ourselves “I can’t do this,” “I am not sure I am the right candidate for this job,” “This Girl is more beautiful than I,” “This guy is got a better opportunity than I”. The list is so enormous that we focus on belittling ourselves rather than working on our strength. We are humans and sometimes, when the weight of life comes on us these runs through our mind. I tell you the truth, even the finest and greatest of them is passed through this stage. In their celebrated phase, they are still not content and secretly, sometimes feel inferior. Nobody is got it all, people are dealing with issues bigger than themselves. If you hear Mr. A's story you would be surprise at what he is been through and if Mr. B narrates his situation you would thank God yours is not as bad. We all adorned ourselves with beautiful clothings to cover what we are facing. In all of these, I have respect for only one group of people. Those w