Seemingly Inconsequential Testimony?

... I quickly hopped onto my feet and trudged to safety,  well, to what seemed like safety... '04/01/2016'

We had just concluded a wonderful performance at Muson and I was heading home with my goons who had refused to go through my preferred route,  hence we alighted from the group's means of transportation - a private bus, at Onipan. It was about 21:00hrs

We were caught between using the overhead bridge and doing the unthinkable- pacing the highway.
Pacing the highway seemed like the more reasonable option at that time as numerous stories of night time robbery attack in the duly 'covered'  overhead bridge instilled fear in us all.

Farewell to a rare breed

The night is done and reality has dawned; you are not going to resume here next week Monday.

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I have just finally reckoned that it has all come to an end. The many beautiful nights of closing at 9:00pm and strolling together to the bus stop to latch onto the next available bus, is over- Those nights would have been completely bland and tiresome without you.

Proudly Imperfect

To be perfect, I crave not to be.

Perfect is boring 

I relish the imperfect me

Flaws et al to the table I bring.

I love that I can't predict outcomes

Cause I am me.

I face challenges, I don't run,

I stay right where I wanna be 

It's OK if I fail,

I know it's life.

Along we sail

Even in the storm's strife.

We still smile

As we toil through the miles.

Birthday: Vibrant and Grateful!

I woke up this morning in thesame bed I slept last night; I probably had too much expectations that all things will become new. I can't believe how grown I am now and that I didn't camp by my phone waiting for who was going to be the first caller.

Midnight Muse

1 Corin. 2v5 

... Your faith then, does not rely on human wisdom but on God's power' 

If after careful analysis, it makes logical sense, your faith may just be relying human wisdom. To rely on the spirit, you have to listen and believe. It may not be the most popular choice nor the most logical decision, but you just have to believe in the unseen to bring to a reality the seen.

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Which brings us to the 9th verse of 1corin... 

... "Eye has not seen

Ear has not heard,

Mind has not conceived,

That which the Lord hath prepared for those who love him"...‎

Dream Awake and Alive

The saying goes thus: it's better to be dead than to be alive without a dream.

Dreams vary amongst individuals and the word 'achievement', is a relative term that's often quickly attained by the complacent and often a work in progress(WIP) for the Olliver Twists - who often become a lifetime of success stories by staying hungry and insatiable as they strive to attain greater heights.

'No Dream is inconsequential... It is the fulfilment it brings to you and the solution it provides to others, that matters'

I Caught the Bouquet...

Eventful Saturday it was; after I had spent slightly over 2hours within the mainland with no headway in the grid lock traffic, I decided it was best to do away with my ambition of attending an office session on the island and head straight down to my secret mentor's/crush's sister's wedding.

I scrambled into the church compound but not inside the church (The church was the non trouser wearing type of church), clad in my sleeveless jumpsuit which I had now managed to make more 'decent' with a long sleeved cropped jacket.

After all said and done the church service ended and we headed straight down to the reception. We had lots of food and drinks and in all, it was good party- May the couples home be  a million times better.

Finally, we got to the part most single ladies look forward to at any wedding reception - throwing of the bouquet.
I gave up on that a while ago when I struggled to pick the bouquet and I ended up landing on my butt. But the MC won't let me rest, he resorted to all sorts of embarrassing comments till he got me off my seat.
I thought to myself, 'how can I be the first in line to catch the bouquet when I'm not even an acquaintance, let alone friend,  to the bride?' I snickered at the thought of the image of desperation I may be projecting to the other guests while blushing helplessly at the MCs endless comments.
I stood there quietly, waiting for the bride's friends to join me.

The bride's friends joined me, that brought some relief to me but the bride on the other hand started getting petulant- guess she couldn't wait for the party to be over and commence the beautiful life after the wedding day.

Alas, the bouquet was thrown and without any struggle, I stretched my hand and it was there! YES!!! I picked the bouquet! Although I had a bland outlook, my insides leapt with joy at the thought of getting married soon.
Everyone congratulated me for catching the bouquet like I just had a baby- it was at that point that pessimism kicked in and I wondered what use the dainty bouquet was to me when all that was attached to it was some old age superstitious belief and nothing more.

I caught the bouquet, for an instance, I was glad,

I thought about other things, and I became sad

Can the bouquet teach me to love

Can it bring someone that'd rock my world

Can it put a ring on my finger, 

Bring someone to love forever.

Roses are red, my bouquet is teal,

For once I cared, and the attendant feelings were surreal.

But my black cap came on

And all those feelings are gone.

I caught the bouquet, I am happy cause it's a first,  hence it brings hope.