There was a time in my life when I was at the brink of a breakdown. 24 hours were not enough for me at all. The day would end and I would still have so much to do. I felt I needed more hours added to my day but because I knew it wasn’t possible I felt I needed a Personal Assistant, small me (lol). But seriously, I considered getting one just to keep my sanity.
POEMS & RANDOMS
When you share your business or sell your products online, you are using social media but when you forward unscrupulous messages as received, you are letting social media use you.
Hurray!!! Nasalian blog was officially launched one year ago after so many months of not believing in myself, not wanting to be in public glare due to my love for keeping my life very private. Months of procrastination and rescheduling went by as well as delays and reconsiderations but one thing never changed: anytime I …
Do you know about the Naija Green card? Today, I shared how together with other ‘excipients’ you can bulk up your alawee.
There are no special demons for -ember months, the devil is always at work but alas; our God never sleeps nor slumbers.
Guess what! I have something for men, written by a man and I promise it is a huge blessing. So nobody is going to accuse of writing for only ladies. lol
Have you moved from hearty conversations with friends to monosyllabic answers and finally only birthday greetings that are as short as “HBD” on fb? Today, I shared how you can revive your old friendships:
So today, a reader shares his love story; a beautiful one that got me thinking. I hope it does same to you.
Forgive him for the long post but I bet you will find it worth the read. Enjoy:
When we love, we live We breathe and move For this, we were made For this we were chosen Not just when we love our lovers Not just when we love our family and friends But when in patience we love, When in pain we love, When in trials and tests, When hurt, we still …
Yes He does and He is my Father Not only does he feed the birds He clothes the flowers. See how they grow See how beautifully they are arrayed They have a tailor and He is my father So why should I worry When my Father feeds the birds Though they are here …