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.

Their Choice, Their Life!

Overtime, I have seen and heard people debate other people's choices, they go on and on about it and eventually they conclude if it's rational or irrational, moral or immoral, religiously acceptable or unacceptable, they have all indices and matrices to come to their often pointless conclusion.

I was fortunate or unfortunate- depends on the perspective, to be in a midst of people who seemed to be discussing about how a graduate got married to a male driver. The ladies were  married too and they just couldn't fathom why any 'rational' lady would 'stoop so low' to marry a man of such standard. Wetin concern you?

Crawling back to the Cross

It's quite sad that I wasn't able to do a post on the church wedding at which I officiated as a member of the choir yesterday and its going to be inappropriate on a Sunday but hopefully next week Saturday I'll do a late post on it.

Straight to the business for the day,  I saw a 'line' on my colleagues (a person I respect and admire so much) bbm personal message, and I was inspired to do a post on it.

The Quest For a Perfect Life (1)

I came to my blog/scrapbook and met a ghost of what it should be. I'm a bit rueful of the fact that I haven't put up a post this week; it has been mostly due to my state of health. I fell slightly Ill during the week- I'm still yet to figure if was a physical illness, as all possible tests came back negative, or a psychological illness that comes with my job.

At some point I'll figure out what it really is, right now I will prepare to sleep whilst I think of a possible write up for today.

In the midst of all my thoughts, I had just laid on the mattress and lay my head on the pillow, ready to make my eyelids enjoy a long kiss as I retire for the night(since no write up ideas were coming), when I stumbled on this picture...

Get Past the Past

God, in all wisdom, gave us a face and a default onward vision, but a lot of people,like the biblical Lot, will rather strain their necks to look back.

There's nothing wrong, if you cast a glance at events that took place in the past, how it has affected your present and what you can do to make it shape your future positively.

From Abby with Love and Reason...

Dear ladies,

I know you are in a relationship and totally in love with him that it 'feels' like you are married already.

Congratulations dear but...

...Keep your options open till he puts a ring on it.

Keeping your options open doesn't mean you should flirt and go to bed with every member of the opposite sex, it simply means staying committed to the one you are presently with but not discarding nor mistreating other prospects.