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Yesterday, I promised to finish the story from  Day 2 , so I did that first. So here it is: _______________________________________________________________________ Today wasn't any different from all other Saturdays. My son and I were going grocery shopping and he wanted to sit on my shoulders. I thought more of it as weighted cardio than risky behaviour since it was something we'd done before. Plus we lived on the third floor; it wasn't supposed to be a long trip down. Somewhere between focusing on keeping him balanced on my shoulders and teaching him to say "ma-ma", I missed the snow puddle on the step and slipped. We slipped. Both of us had this fall. I didn't just throw him down the stairs. Why would anyone even think that? I think I should have said "we slipped" right from the first time I told the story rather than I slipped. But the social worker assigned to me didn't believe it. Neither did Mark-  my best friend turned sperm don

It should have been my take a break day, but my mind doesn't take breaks. Like never. Not even during exams, when all my attention should be focused on recalling all things I've read. So here's a story I thought of on my super long bus ride to Bayshore: ________________________________________________________________________ I was two months into my resolution to take the stairs no matter how high the floor I was headed was. On my son's first birthday, I'd taken the extra moments to look pretty since I knew the day would be photo filled. While deciding what dress was mumily yet sexy enough for the day I realized how far I still was from my pre-pregnancy body. And so I decided to get active all around. My occasional gym visits weren't yielding quick enough results, so I added the stairs and this thing called "clean-eating". Today wasn't any different from all other Saturdays, my son and I were going grocery shopping and he wanted to si

I honestly need to stop ruining my earphones. I think this is about the 10th pair  to get ruined this year. This time I slept and woke up and it became the manual kind that had to be held at the connection point to get both ears to function. Urgh! It doesn't have anything to do with today's blogpost, but that's how I like to write- with earphones plugged in, playing an old song that I listen to a tad too often. I don't really have a writing project for my blog, but I have one for something else that I'd rather not bore you with. So let's stick with writers blogging about writing. I'd say it's not my style- writing about writing- what I think aims at making others better writers. I'm of the "please just write something I'd like to read" opinion. I guess there are some people who write so well that they get asked to write about writing. But I'm not quite there yet. What I think about writing about writing is that it's kind

Hey Guys! I found this blogging challenge on hunterswritings.wordpress.com. It has technically passed, but I'm doing it anyway. Being 'forced' to write, in the past, has worked both for and against my writing self. But this time, I'm excited about it. I think it'll help me to (finally) get onto my holiday blogging plan- which was the vague old "blog more". Hope you guys are having a lovely holiday season?! Like salvation wasn't enough of a gift, He had to give us days off school and work too! Thank you Jesus! The other thing is that I have a twitter account for my blog to get more people to see what I post (using the hashtag feature). It also makes it easy to follow other bloggers, and creates more room for some  feedback.  So yeah it's @4pceesblogspot , please check it out and follow me!Thanks! Also, I'm part of the brains behind a Facebook page that encourages creative writing. You know how there are a gazillion pages encouragi

Source: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Crimson_sunset.jpg The handle of the holy of holies broke today. It was one of the only things that had remained unchanged after the war. We had been so grateful for that one constant. Something we could tell our children of without fearing that their imaginations would ruin the sacred details that were sure to be lost in our description of things. Something we could both tell them of and show to them. I remember waiting for my passage ceremony;   the event where all those who just became 'of age' were welcomed into adulthood. In preparation for this event, Papa Idoha spent three hours every two months in the year preceding it describing to us what he said his grandfather had also described to him. Deep down, we all felt the story had to have been tainted as it passed from generation to generation. A little salt here and there, until all that was left to taste was the salt. But we consoled ourselves with the t

Here's a nice song to play while you read today's post. I couldn't figure out how to add music to the blog, so if someone wants to lend me a hand, I'd be really grateful! Siji- Yearning for Home. _________________________________________________________________ For the past week I've been yearning for home, at least I've had this thing that feels like that. I haven't been home in over three years. I've seen my family, but I haven't been home. Whenever I meet non- Nigerians and they drop the usual conversation starters: "Oh you speak such good English, where are you from? Did you grow up here? Oh you must miss home". I normally would  say "I don't miss home, I was away from home for most of my teenage years so I'm used to being alone" or a variant of that. I don't know how true that is anymore and I really don't know what I now miss. First of all, I was an over sheltered kid. This means that the most I ever saw

Hey Guys! So I attempted to write a blog post in Pidgin English and I like it! I'll try to translate it to proper English later if anyone wants me to. :) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Na wah o! How e be say 4 o'clock never knack since morning!? No be say I wan make madam come back, but I just wan make Sunday reach. Why I want make Sunday reach fast fast? E get this bobo wey dey do protocol for church, e foooiiine ehnn!  Nah him I dey look last week wey pastor talk say "Look how focused that young lady is. She's just soaking in all of the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ!" I pray say na sermon go make me dey happy like that! This oga protocol wey I dey talk, e wan use style resemble my Obong wey leave me go Port. Him go do houseboy work for there like two years before them carry me too come Lagos find work. Him talk say, when he reach Port Harcourt  he go write me letter l

I realize that a lot of the stuff I write is creepy and sad ... at least for the most part. But let's just say, except I have a really cool idea, something big motivates me or I'm super excited and can't wait to pen it all down, most of my writing is done when I'm in a weird mood. I don't always think like this though. But I realized the other day, that CNN hardly ever publishes good news. So I figured this meant that people love to listen to bad news. Okay, in better words, bad news gets people's attention more than good news does. It evokes more emotions, makes them want to share the news, bla bla... I know you get it. And sometimes, something sad happens that makes me really think, this was the case with  blink . Generally, if I don't feel like it's deep (can make you "hmnnnn"), is funny, has God at the center or is anything, fancy it'll probably end up being sad. Sad is easy; people can relate with it pretty easily. And for the

Blink. Yes you.  Blink. Someone just died. Blink again, yes you again. Another person just died. Actually a few people just died and more will still die. Guess what? You too will die. Oh it's getting creepy and you're about to close this tab. But you'll soon die too. Today, tomorrow, in a decade, a century... or however long you make it till. But you will die eventually. You know what's even more saddening? They'll mourn you for two seconds and forget you. Two seconds might be an hour of crying, or a week of hunger, or year without a replacement wife. But they'll mourn you for two seconds and forget you. And the following year they'll remember you. If you were anything fancy, they'll be quiet for a moment to say that your life was that short. Or that that's how long they can spend thinking of you before the sad thoughts of you mess up their busy lives. But that will happen. As quickly as you blinked you'll be forgotten. So

Last time I wrote  a piece  on anything godly, I was referencing someone that performed at a Christian event and then went on to promote free alcohol for a party less than 7 days after. It was convenient. He fit into my story just perfectly. But guess who has sinned so many times after that write-up? That's right, it was yours sincerely. After the verdict on the Zimmerman case came, I just sat down to reflect on it and my life. I wondered about Travyon Martin's life and whether or not he was a believer. His death meant he got the easy way out of this life and as terrible a choice as it was, there is still a possibility he just went from the proverbial frying pan into the fire! If this guy wasn't a Christian he pretty much died in vain, went to hell and even his killer went free.  I am still alive, I am seeing chaos unfold on the web and on CNN, but most of all I am wondering how many times I have been delivered from sin and still crawled back to embrace

Check this post out guys! I loved it and thought you might enjoy it too :  http://www.believe.com/articles/Why-You-Date/Relationships/Dating Happy Reading!

It's officially our #Tractoftheweek "monthiversary"!!!!! I think we might be a little bit past it, but all the same yayy! Many more months and years to come by God's grace! Be part of this awesome project by sharing in whatever way you can and feel free to use the hashtag #tractoftheweek whenever you post it somewhere.  It can only get better, forward ever, backward never :). It hasn't been the funnest day, but all the same this got me excited :D. Have yourself a lovely day/ night wherever you are. For me, it's bedtime *tired yawn* Goodnight people!

I've had a lot of amazing weekends in the little while I've spent on earth, but there's one I won't be forgetting anytime soon; it was the weekend of Live it Loud 2013 - RCCG Canada's young adult and singles conference with the theme "In His Presence". There really is something amazing about God's presence. I was going to write something similar to this after  this year's RCCG general convention that William McDowell performed at in Mississauga, but I somehow didn't get to it. I guess this is how it feels to be in an inexplicable high! Yes for all 3 days of the conference; it was that fantastic! The sermons were on for quite a while during some sessions- I'm talking about over 3 hours, which in young adult language is almost equal to a few decades few years- but still, we were in no rush to leave! It was the perfect mix of soul-soothing music, Christian theology, comedy and gospel at every single session! For  chocaholics  like me, yo

I didn't think it was possible to get bored this summer. I'm working for most of the day so I guessed I'd be totally fagged out by the end of the day. But that hasn't been the case as you probably already figured. So I’m looking for new hobbies that don't cost money or fat. Yeah, I considered cake tasting. The idea was to find brides who need someone to taste out food and cakes for their weddings..lol. Not that I'm some connoisseur of food or something, but I can at least tell you that if you must put raisins in cakes, they should be well ground and not be visible enough to mess the cake up. Urgh, raisin-ed cakes pissed me off a lot as a child! I had to sit down with each cake slice to uproot the raisins. Anyways, since I can't go around eating cakes, I thought of taking fancy pictures. But unfortunately, the full camera I'd like to get, (+ extra lenses and a tripod stand) would put a frown on my account; therefore I'll be working with the avail