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Spot Light Within…

Weekend Writing Prompt #259- Spotlight
Sit πŸ’Ί 
Ponder in thoughts
Observe and learn
Take note
Let Light shine
Ideals sustained
Generating ideas
Honestly, think
Take thoughtful actions.
Christian Musings, Jehovah, Life, Poem, Purpose and life's mission, Singles' issues

I Wish…I Hope…I Warn

I wish I’m that person you turn to for succour…after God

I wish I am that person you see, that light up your world …after God

I wish I’m that person that makes your heart glad___

I wish I’m that person__

_that is an out-of-this-world experience…

An aroma, essence like the Heavenly brew…

Because its a brew so Heavenly it exceeds your expectations…

You can only find me, if your Heavenly senses are sharpened…enlightened.

Without your Heavenly senses

You will wonder…

Like the woman at the well

Who had wondered from man to man

Seeking…

Seeking who to quench her thirst…

Knowing it was a man who had the key of wisdomπŸ”‘

To unlock the mystery of her need

Knowing not what man it was, she wondered still

Until she came to the 8th Man…

JESUS CHRIST

And she knew that her search was over…

For she was led to the spring from within

From whence cometh, water that quenches thirst forever…

She need not seek for nor fetch from wells…

That leave her wanting…

Do not wait too long

To find your own Heavenly brew…

Who knows?

It might be given to another…

More…worthy…than you

As it was with Vashti

Who was replaced by Esther…

Sharpen your Heavenly senses and hasten your search

That it might be said of you…

“The Heavenly brew exceeded his expectations.”

February 2022 Writing Prompts Week 1Β (February 1-7) – The heavenly brew exceeded his expectations.
Christian Musings, Purpose and life's mission, Singles' issues, Stories

The Meeting

Emira observed her deputy with her side-eye. 

Though she didn’t want to admit it even to herself, He was a whistling wonder.

From his well-defined facial structure to his slim build that she didn’t need anyone to tell her was a well-muscled build. 

However, it was his eyes that were most compelling. Dark with a hint of gold, when it caught the light at a certain angle.

 Like now.

His eyes were saying nothing but everything.

Emira sighed inside. She supposes she was her mother’s daughter. She has a thing for eyes and she learnt from her mama how to read them.

“Or what do you think?” General Tailap asked her.

Oh. My. God. 

Did she just blank out on the conversation?! Wonderful.

She shook her head ruefully, “I am sorry, Uncle. But I was lost in thought. Could you repeat what you said?”

Or what do you think?” General Tailap looked serious even as his eyes danced in merriment. Suggesting he knew why she was distracted.

Emira nearly rolled her eyes at him, “No Uncle. The statement that led to that!” 

If you can recall how the bandit that got away looks, we could send some soldiers after him.” A soothing but intense male voice drawled beside her.

There ought to be a law against that kind of voice. O God help me. Emira prayed.

She took a deep breath to clear her head. “Thank you, Colonel. We would send soldiers after him alright. But it will be to lead us to the bandits’ associates in town. The soldiers have to be plainly clothed, of course. Dressed like peasants and probably even pretending to hawk some wares.”

The General looked excited. “Excellent idea, Emira. Though you have yet to describe him.”

He wore a yellow bandana. Bald, slightly reddish skin. Tall, slim and pretty, you know a bit more feminine facial features.”

“Interesting,” The Colonel said.

“You can describe that to our military artist, to draw. That way our men’s search will be easier.” General Tailap suggested.

“Great. So when do I get to meet this artist?” Emira asked.

“You are sitting next to him.” Uncle Tailap said.

What! This is dangerous. I need to complain to my mama ASAP. 


August Writing Prompt #15 He wore a yellow bandana #20 He was a whistling wonder #29 Saying nothing but everything 

Parenting Series, Poem, Stories

Chronicles of the Crown: The Storm

Indira was in deep thoughts. Not unlike the dark clouds gathering. It looked like it was going to rain. Her first rain in her husband’s empire. 

The wind breezed through the palace, stirring her red-gold hair and her clothes as she lounged on a plush couch. Looking at her, with hair gently billowing, it would look like she was the mistress of storm.

Except Indira felt less mistress of anything, though you couldn’t tell just by looking at her.

Brunnie as Indira’s cousin called her, babbled as she toddled to the window couch. 

Indira watched her adopted daughter grunt with determination as she struggled to climb the couch.

Indira smiled as Brunnie knelt on the couch, peering outside longingly as she babbled “Papa” in reference to her husband.

Ah yes, Indira sighed remembering the main subject of her morose thoughts. Her husband.

The man was not listening to her where his safety was concerned.

She looked at her daughter who often made her way to the window watching for her “papa“, whenever he had been out for long. 

If that man made a widow of her with his continuous liaison with the enemy, she doubts she will forgive him — even if he had a beautiful soul.

Beauty flows from the queen’s hair like the threatening of a storma husky male voice whispered.

Indira eyes fluttered open and blinked, as she looked into her husband’s eyes. She didn’t realise she had fallen asleep.

Brunnie babbled in her papa’s arms. As he shifted her to his side, she noticed the sun was out, though the air was still cool. 

As she got up, and hugged him around the neck, she had a relieved smile on her face. 

“You were not worried were you?” He hugged his queen’s waist. 

“I was. Was that a poem?” Indira asked in amusement.

“It was”, he declared with a serious face though his eyes were alight with merriment.

Indira couldn’t help herself. She laughed. 

It’s good to hear her laugh. The king thought, as he smiled.

https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/06/01/june-2020-writing-prompts/ #8.A Hint of rain 


Christian Musings

Oh What a Year!

Hello Everyone!

Permit me to say, it’s been busy for everyone, as our lives as we knew it (yes knew) has been rearranged, reshuffled, upended and any other word you can think of. 

And no. No one asked whether we wanted this change, but here we are!

For some of us, there has been no difference, or at least not much of a difference.

I suppose this is an exam on how flexible we really are as individuals.

How flexible was our schedules, our lifestyle, our minds, among other things?

One thing about flexibility is that, it’s when you need to twist to safe your life or at least assert your freedom, that it becomes obvious how flexible or rusty you are.

A lot of us have pulled a muscle or two, in this pandemic. It was either twist or break! Since breaking isn’t an option, twist it is. And if you are rusty, well…sorry about the muscle pull.

Funny, how some who don’t believe in Jesus Christ are wishing for the second coming.

As a Christian, I seriously doubt this is it, though I advice you prepare yourself by giving your life to Christ, reading the Bible and obeying the promptings of God in your conscience.

Be that as it may, we all need to find what our new normal is. 

Let us as individuals, look at what we do have and work with that to provide the essentials for ourselves.

I think no one can claim they have priority issues; but just in case: It’s food and shelter. I doubt you or I need much of any clothing to stay indoors.

For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, love and of a sound mind. 2Timothy 1:7


Stay safe, healthy, and at peace.

Shalom!

Business/Career, Christian Musings, Parenting Series, Purpose and life's mission, Sanguine thoughts

Entrepreneurship: Why?

Hello WondeBeau People!

It’s been long since I have been here — and I know I say that all the time or at least most of the time, so please bear with me. 

Starting a business is very trendy, especially in this fast and sometimes jaw-dropping millennium we find ourselves.

If you are not starting a business, you are mostly seen and regarded as a “lazy coward” — which I must say isn’t mostly true

Starting a business is more in vogue than anything the fashion plate has to offer. Infact, owning a business is the fashion plate.  



I think the — permit me to use this word — craze for owning a business stems from the wanting to be independent, or rather the declaration of independence.

After all, if you start a business, it’s a serious and responsible thing you are doing. And people will commend your folks on how well they’ve raised you, for you to venture out on your own. Even if your folks are unsure of what you’re about but they have a pretty good idea why you are about it, they will be forced to half-heartedly acknowledge that you are indeed doing something noteworthy. But…

I must say, that’s probably the most inspiring trend that has come out of this generation. I mean you can’t really blame our parents for being sceptical.

Their child who has always been getting into one scrap or the other, with parents having to clean up after them, wondering what on earth they’ve done to deserve their ordeal. And half wondering if their past — whatever that may have been — is demanding payment from them through their carefree juvenile of a child.

Then all of a sudden, the child who probably is now a teen or young adult becomes serious — way too serious for comfort and the parents are thinking, “Here we go again!”

Here they are, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Next thing is, “I want to start this business…”

And they’re thinking, “What now. Is s/he doing drugs?

Then they find out — in most cases — that their children has indeed found his/her legal genius. There was never a time they thought their children weren’t geniuses. They simply were geniuses in the wrong.

So most of the time startups had to get support from self and maybe later from the government or NGOs that support new business ventures.

It’s trilling to say, I’m an entrepreneur. Or I’m self-employed.

What does it mean? And most importantly what does it take be an entrepreneur?

Sometimes, starting a business is an avenue to vent your spleen, to release your pent up emotions or to release something that had been suppressed. To show those who think you are nobody, that you will be somebody.

I think that’s a fantastic productive way of fighting the demons — as long as you don’t run out of steam. Or you have plans on how to continue when you run out of steam.

There’s something about starting a business that exposes your weaknesses and flaws.

You need to know how to manage yourself before you can effectively and efficiently manage a business.

Earlier I was presented a question on: How do you define self-management as a lady? (even auto correct is wondering ‘what da hey?’)

Apparently this was asked in a job interview (phenomenal).

I didn’t know how to answer that question because I wasn’t familiar with that word. 

I could have responded by saying, ‘the ability to manage yourself’ and that would have been too cheeky of me. So as I usually handled things I didn’t understand, I shelved it.

The first thing that came to mind was organisation. Being able to coordinate yourself in an organised manner in a way that enhances productivity — no matter what you might be going through and irrespective of your stress level.

Now, it would be nice if that describes me, but it doesn’t — at the moment.

I express how I feel, I don’t manage it — though I’m trying to. 

Now I suspect that if you’re been asked that question in an interview, they want to find out if you can keep your personal life personal, without allowing it spill into your work life, thereby affecting how productive you are. Never crack, or fall apart no matter what. 

In other words, self-management involves your health: Taking sick leave or being physically sluggish at work, could probably be defined by the employer as, not being able to manage your health, thereby affecting your work!

If one has family problems and becomes distracted and lethargic at work, that may be defined as: being unable to control your emotions making logic and reason difficult in the work place!

If you just had your baby (congratulations!) and you need ma/paternity leave and/or extra breaks during work to take care of yourself and your babies, then you may be termed as: being unable to separate work from family/personal matters thereby reducing productivity in the work place!

In other words, whatever keeps you from giving your 100% at work is no business of the company.

What they are asking is, can you keep working per demand irrespective of what may or may not be going on in your life?

I may be overthinking things of course, but I can’t help but think this is a trick question meant to qualify, disqualify or trap an unsuspecting applicant. By the time the would-be employee knows what this is or may be about, it would have been too late to have a say in the matter.

I mean, self-management?! Come on.

Which is probably one of the major reasons why people are overcoming their fear of starting businesses and launching into the world of entrepreneurship, head first.

The other option is becoming less and less of an option. Working for someone else is becoming more unconducive by the day. Some are fortunate to work with companies who are humane and truly care for the overall well-being of their staff, but many don’t have that fortune.

The code word for this millennium is freedom. Having your own business, seems to be the only way to gain your financial independence, while maintaining your freedom of what, when and how you compromise…..

Shalom! 

Christian Musings

New Year, New Hope

Hello and Happy New Year Wonderful people.

Whatever 2018 was or wasn’t for you, I hope you can move on and try to do things differently in areas that didn’t pan out well.

Despite and inspite of the prophetic outlook, I feel hopeful, more motivated.

Of course, I felt almost the ‘same way’ this time last year. I’m not gonna think about that.

Yes, I am thankful to God for all that came up last year and I was a part of.

I’m thankful for all God has done for me. I’m thankful for the miracle of life.

I was hoping for something…. more….

Like a massive income, investments, a chance to maximise my potential, a change of environment, travel opportunities, education and maybe ‘the man’πŸ˜‰.

I hate it when people say you are the captain of your destiny. Usually, it’s those who ‘have it all’ and they have gotten a teensy bit self-assured about their own abilities, that they assume that if things aren’t working out for you, it’s because you are not doing anything to better yourself.

It’s easy to be hopeful and keep working towards your dreams when you don’t have some people calling you a loser.

Of course they are too posh to call you loser. They will simply talk about their successes and how they did it (some won’t tell you how).

Here you are, wide open emotionally, thinking how you can upgrade your method of trying to succeed. Then they start highlighting your inadequacies, as if you were not aware of them. Then they begin to compare and contrast.

I don’t know about you, but when some people do that to me, I want to climb to highest mountain and give a blood-curdling war cry.

I’m done questioning God about my worth, thank God for that!

I pray that God should forgive me:

For questioning His love every time I’m told I’m unlovable.

For questioning my worth as a human being, anytime someone questions/rues my existence to my face.

For questioning my bright future anytime someone who, didn’t make me treats me like antiquity.

Never will I allow others to make me doubt God because they doubt everything about me.

I don’t know about you, but this 2019 onward, I choose to believe what God whispers in my subconscious :

That I am loved.

I’m worth dying for.

I am precious.

I’m beautifully made

I’m a wonder.

, rather than listen to loud disapproval of others towards me.

Shalom People and remember to be a blessing unto others.πŸ€—

Christian Musings

101 Posts on WordPress

Hello Beautiful People!

How’s life?

When I saw in my notification box that I have 100 posts, I looked back at when wordpress was like an exclusive club of intelligent people and I wished I was part of them.

Well, I am now — sort of. But it’s not such a mirage anymore.

I never liked writing, but I loved to read and talk. Well, it’s actually read or talk. If I wasn’t reading, I was talking.

Now I don’t have much opportunities to talk. Because well, to talk, you actually need someone who is willing to listen.

I don’t have that, always. I understand. Everyone has their lives to live. But it doesn’t solve my need to be heard, so what to do?

Then I hardly go out. So I don’t have many opportunities to reach out to those who want to listen.

So I was stuck with entertaining myself with reading and watching fiction — sometimes non-fiction.

I felt so lonely and sometimes when I was so stressed and tired, I felt unloved.

I hear people say things like, “You need to get off social media and connect to ‘real’ people!”

Then I thought, are they saying people on social media are fake, as in ‘unreal’?

I didn’t believe that, of course. Because before social media we have heard of, met or even connected with fake people that some of us began to wonder if we or the ‘fakees’ are the aliens.

Either we were the humans in a fake planet or we were the aliens who dropped in a strange human world.

Therefore blaming the internet for the emergence of unreal people, is just ridiculous.

Another thing is, what if you have tried to connect with people physically and it didn’t work? What do you do then? You find other ways to connect with people. And the internet is the ‘place’ for that.

The internet had provided outlets for me. I have ‘met’ interesting people from different places.

And we have connected in ways I can’t even connect with my folks.

I suppose being anonymous or ‘far away’ helps you unwind, relax and open up.

I still haven’t found that person or group of people I can call my tribe, but I’m not lonely again.

Thanks mostly to God for giving me outlets to express myself in writing, fashion, reading, praying, singing and so on.

Writing is the one that surprises me the most.

I thought you simply had to love writing and be a genius to be a writer.

I have learnt that sometimes you just had to be yourself to be a writer.

You just have to be tired of silence, to be tired of hearing yourself speak, to be a writer.

If you have a journal or diary then you are a writer.

Your life is more than enough to write about — no matter how boring you think it is.

Forget about whether you can be articulate in writing.

Forget about not knowing how to put the right words together.

Forget about who would or wouldn’t like what you want to write.

If you want to write, then you must write. Period. No what ifs.

I took the courage to let my thoughts find expression, and I’m loving it.

I have lots to write about, but I’m thankful for what I can write, when I can write. It’s far better than not writing at all.

I still don’t like to write, but I love how writing makes me feel : Free, Unburdened, Unfettered, Unchain.

I think everyone should be a writer in whatever way you choose to.

This writing journey has encouraged and enboldened me to try out other things I don’t feel I can do, but I think I can do, or I want to do.

In fact, I’m at risk of adding too much to my plate of activities.

I restraining myself a bit, to focus, master and enjoy all I’m doing presently — one major endeavour at a time.

There’s no need to stress myself out.

Focus,

De-stress,

Stay calm,

Stay rapturable.

Be blessed. Shalom.πŸŒΏπŸŒ΄πŸ’š