The Unconventional Hearts

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Who's in the Garden?

Once upon a "who's in the garden?" A game I hated while I was growing up. I saw myself not being able to respond to the answer because I was viewed as the "the not fine little girl". So I grew up seeing myself as such. I grew up into a timid young teenager "disadvantaged" in many ways. Very slim, delayed boobs growth, those ones were like walnuts, flat "behind" and to make matters worse, I had coloured teeth (I still do though but see them differently now😎) which made me wear a permanent frown on my fave. For those who grew up in the 70s and 80s, this was a game we used to enjoy so much and an opportunity for you to show off that you were beautiful and also identify those who saw you as one. I hated that game! Reason? Anytime I attempted to join, my play mates were always very quick to let me know that I didn't qualify. It was painful to say the least. Some memories don't just go away! My self esteem was battered, I was timid and had

...AND THE PRESIDENT CAME

11 June 2021 06:26am With nostalgic feelings, I recall how beautiful it was growing up in the 70s. So many activities to remember and look forward to. One of them was the visit of the President. For whatever reason, ...and the President came. The preparation to welcome the President was like none other. Children were made to line the streets of the major Roads in their school uniforms, just to welcome the President, catch a glimpse of him, proudly waving the green white green flag of the Federal Republic of Nigeria...and the President came. I recall how my mom of blessed memory, would iron my brown khaki uniform, bring out the whitest of all my socks (in retrospect, I think she used to keep a particular pair of white socks for the visit of the President🤔), polish my brown Cortina shoes shining like a beautiful mirror, you could almost see yourself in them, as you walk majestically in them, all eyes on you as...and the President came. Beautiful! She would say after looking at her ha

WORDS

WORDS Spoken words can indeed be powerful. Like an egg, once broken can never be put together again. It would have done all the damages and even the ones you didn't imagine or envisaged. I woke up this morning and thought about all the words that have been spoken to me in the past twelve months. (I dare not go back to childhood memories) Some made me, some memorable, some to hurt me, some to make me feel less human. Some to make me look and feel unimportant, unreliable and possibly below expectations. In all of these, I did something significant... I took them all in, internalised them, sieve off the shaft and moved with the encouragements from those who truly know how powerful WORDS can be. To be able to get to the level where you shake off all negative words, pls LOVE YOURSELF! VALUE YOURSELF and KNOW YOUR WORTH! A lot of people lack self value so, can never value any other person no matter how hard you try. I am not a man-pleaser but God pleaser so I may therefore not be good

WHAT'S UP (WHATSAPP) IN HOMES?

So many homes have recently turned to mere houses, some houses of conflicts and malice, many marriages in ruins, family altars, Parents-children relationships extinct! What's up (WhatsApp) in homes? As a Marriage Counsellor and Teen Mentor, in 2017 alone I had to deal with more issues of broken marriages and teenage rebellions in homes than I have had to in ten years! A constant and main factor in all of these is WHATSAPP (what's up?) in homes. "Mom and Dad no longer have time for me. They both get back from work and jump on their phones chatting on the different groups they both belong or with friends. Nothing enters dad's ears when he is on WhatsApp, I had to create my own world. Now they want in. I am sorry ma'am, too late". Michael 15 years. WHAT'S UP IN HOMES? "My wife has absolutely no control when on WhatsApp, it's her second God. Nothing or no one matters anymore. Foods get burnt, house unkempt, shopping undo

How do you perceive insults?

The person who insults us is a teacher who has come to help us reduce our ego, develop patience and compassion, practise unconditional forgiveness, and teach us about life and relationships. If you don’t perceive an insult as an insult, but as a teaching or a gift, it loses its power to hurt you. On a practical level, if you are insulted, say nothing. Give yourself time. Much harm is created by lashing back, escalating the situation, and saying things you may not mean. Recognise it’s your ego – that false sense of pride acting up – and don’t go along with it. Most of us aren’t quite there yet, but with time and practice it can happen.God sometimes manipulates the actions of our enemies to make them work as friends in order to accomplish His will in our lives, just like Judas. He can bless you through the worst relationships, ones that are painful or negative. The time, effort, and pain we invest in them aren’t wasted because God knows how to make adversity feed destiny into your lif

Life is a lease

Life is not a gift but a lease because the right to life is restricted and still entirely God's. A gift once given becomes the exclusive possession of the receiver and the giver has no more right to it. Such is not the case with life. It's lease to us by God and he can do unto it as he wishes.