You can't protect yourself totally...

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Something happened some days back that is causing me to reflect big time; basically on how we feel that we have control over certain situations that are certainly beyond our comprehension, not to talk of control.

It is true that we are responsible for the twists and turns our lives take. This is basically cos we are responsible for planning our lives and ensuring that things go as planned.Most times however, there are many unenvisaged uncontrollable factors that may or may not work to bring our plans to fruition. We, therefore can only do our best and leave the rest to God, fate or luck as the case may be.

I entered a cab that day on my way back from a date (with the pepper and meat seller) and discovered that

INTERACTIVE SESSION...

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I attended service in another church today because that pastor (prophet) from Ile-ife was invited again for another program. Well, if you read this post, you would understand why I fear him and any other prophet from Ile-ife. So I entered this church (another parish of the same church) and met an interactive session. The session was about marriage and health issues and the resource persons were highly experienced people (they were actually a couple) as far as marriage and health issues are concerned. They have been married for forty-something years now (hmmm...) and the woman is a retired doctor. Now, like most of the interactive sessions conducted these days, there was nothing new to learn and

I NO FIT MARRY POOR MAN O...

Girl 1: My kind of Guy must be TDH, No more, No less!

Girl 2: Hmmm... 'na today I know say you dull, wetin you wan take TDH do?' Mine must be rich, yes, very rich! You can then add the TDH. In short, he must be RTDH!

Girl 1: Well..., not that I want to marry a poor guy o. He should have some money 'sha', at least to keep me comfortable but he must be 'tall, dark and handsome'. I cant afford to have children with big heads and

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND

In the town of Tarnopol, lived a man by the name of Rob Feivel. One day, as he sat in his house, deeply absorbed in his books, he heard a loud noise outside. When he went to the window,

ECHOES OF POVERTY

Life has taught me nothing
But poverty has taught me something
That to live in great lack
Is to lack a great life

Toiling heavily day and night
I've tried hard to make things just and right
But it constantly seems to be raised
Each time I try to hit that mark

Each day I forge through with great pains
Hoping to make great gains
But losses I've made the same way
Just like every other day

Each day I return to meet anger