In the eye of the storm....

Amazing how during a tropical cyclone the calmest place is the eye I have come to realise the validity of such a notion in my own life. When the winds of change whisper in your ear and you don't respond they use other means when your destiny slowly manifests itself on you regardless of whether you agree or not....when you are baffled by the changing whims of your enviroment and you feel like the world is a terrible place there is a place I always go to,my refuge camp,this is where I get to really see what is happening around me and inside of me. Like the eye of a cyclone it is calm and surrender hapens automatically.... the cyclone of life can never be pleasant especially if we are resistant to change,but in the eye of it all the vision and the purpose of a new thing remains untainted free and ready to be grasped by you,I encourage you today to look to the eye of the storm which you are facing then you shall see the hope and feel the comfort that you long for..

In her womb....

The very first day I was on earth life stood for" living in fear everyday"  As an unborn child I had become accustomed to the very conditions I lived in ; a wet womb with no one else. These conditions were sufficient for me atleast I was secure I was safe and it felt like heaven. My mom would sing for me she would eat the correct food for my wellbeing  and I knew she wanted me to stay in there with her for a long time. we were intimate freinds for 9 beautiful months,those were excellent months . The time came for me to exit this glorious place that had become home, some call it biology some call it nature or progressive evolution I call it eviction. I was evicted from my own home, my mom tried to stop it with her tight vaginal walls and minimal strength almost prohibted me from coming out but it had been too late we were too involved now... if she would resist one of us could have died we wouln't take that risk. She squeezed that nurses hand as if pleading for my prolonged stay in her womb her screams were but warnings to me about how she feared the world she was bringing me into,her breath-or lack of showed anxiousness she knew things were about to change and instinctively knew that our bond our 9 month intimate period was about to be threatened and challenged. So I stretched her vaginal walls as if to tell her that each time I caused her trouble it should be nothing considering that kind of pain I made her scream I wanted to stay and we both wanted to be together hence it was so painful when we gave up,she let me out and I agreed,I cried unpleasantly not at the ugly nurses or their crooked smiles but because my reality the reality I had known had been tempered with and it would be messed up for the rest of my life.

Blessed is the one who is blessed.

Life for now is based on three things namely Reality/logic,emotions,soul spirituality.its more like when you are immature you get angry at small things and you always want to be right then secondly you realise that you are not supposed to be angered by everything and you begin to understand the appropriateness and meaning of the word sorry you start to apologise. stage three you realise that when something angers you it sparks something in you in your soul it reveals your weaknesses and it makes you realise how flawed your character is. More hard is the fact that you have to grow you have to move from the reality you know to the one that actually is but the beauty of it all is the enriched refined soul that is what we should all strive for soul maturity. Goodday people i'm back