Eerie – Monday Moments

That eerie feeling that makes one want to puke, creating agitation, and forming bile in the throat on a Monday is one that a lot of us do go through once in a while. It is similar to that feeling I  have when going for a job interview like my life depends on it.

What are my fears on a Monday?

I hate Monday meetings, unfortunately I can’t avoid them except if I want my subordinates to think less of me.

I hate to think of the fact that I always have to come up with marketing strategies on that day or what would be my importance?

I hate to have to wait all through to Friday to go to the cinema, doing that during the week slows me down.

I hate Mondays especially because I always have headaches from the aftermath of the rigorous brainstorming meeting.

Why do I love Mondays?

It pushes me to achieve great things during the week.

Mondays remind me to be relaxed and be happy.

Mondays make me acknowledge the truth behind life struggle, achievements and survival.

Remember Monday is:

M- Magnanimous

O – Optimistic

N- Neat

D- Determination

A- Astounding

Y- Yipee

Sunday Sacred Calling

Call for praises

Shout hallelujah

Sing to the most high

On a Sunday of serenity

The sacred summon prompt

Happy Sunday!

Xoxoxo

What You Deserve

Yes! Love is sweet, patient, can conquer all but you also need to bear in mind that as a woman you are the crown of glory. Know what you deserve. The best! Read and enjoy this post written by My Worth.

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When God created you as a woman, He took his time to create beauty and delicacy with a mixture of strength. He sees you through the eyes of a Father, He sees you as His princess. He made you in his own image therefore you are a solid depiction of perfection. A few recognize this value, but unfortunately many live their lives as if they were worth nothing.
It hurts me as a woman when I listen to stories, of how women around the world are being emotionally abused by men, be it their husbands or partners. The amount of unacceptable behavior and guff women tolerate in relationships is disheartening. I feel in my own opinion it has much to do with how much you value yourself, how well you identify your potential and what bigger and better plans God has for you outside of the abuse.
I’m growing up…

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Echo Me Love

The wooden floor creaked silently, I clicked on the light quickly and saw the shadow which moved briskly along the corridor, varnishing into thin air.

I moved further down the stairs shivering with fear, my toes barely touching the cold wood found it’s way to the landing in the living- room; there I saw it, the eyes red shot, blood dripping from his mouth.

A loud screech echoed from an unknown destination. I opened my eyes where I lay on the hospital bed, with a vague uneasiness, not knowing how I got there.

There I saw him right beside my bedpost smiling sexily, looking erotically intense into my eyes. His unbuttoned shirt hung loose on him, his torso bulging out beneath the plain white tight singlet.

He looked so dangerously handsome with his pink lips pouting out calling for a bountiful kiss. He raised his hands and touched my cold skin. He said to me quietly,’I killed him for you, my love, I would protect you for the rest of my life.’ I closed my eyes in despair for a second, I opened it and he was gone.

Faded-Blooming Love

Love may wither

It may wrinkle

It may fade

In the end

It will bloom again

Where Faith Meets Love and Light