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The Heart of a Child

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 I have this amazing app which I use to rant. It is called Writer Plus. Frankly, there is nothing very special about it-no dictionary, no thesaurus, no audio feature, nothing at all. It is just a plain page that says 'Have something to say?'every time I open it. I know it seems inconsequential, but time after time, it pushes me to write. Today, I opened it in anger. The day started out very well, I must say. I took a dreaded test and I was able to smile afterwards. I travelled home safely. I was able to watch movies without feeling  any iota of guilt (med school is horrible like that). To cut the long story short, I was on Instagram (my favourite) this evening, and I saw this story about a secondary school boy that tried to poison his classmate. Out of curiosity,  I googled it to get the full gist, and it split my heart into  two. Maybe you have heard the story before, maybe not, but here it is: A 12 year old boy was caught trying to poison his classmate. His reason was th

The Wedding

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"I present to you the latest couples in town!" I heard the priest say as I walked into the jam-packed church. I had chosen to be fashionably late for this one because  1.  It was not my wedding and  2. I didn't even know any of the couples. Before you judge or call me jobless (which I am not by the way), I got to watch 30 couples get married. Yes 30! Although I missed the vows(the best part of every wedding), I was part of the standing ovation and the dancing that followed. Amidst the chaos, I was able to squeeze through sweating and gyrating bodies and make it to the front. I had to see for myself, the couples that had agreed to share their 'special' day with twenty-nine others, a day that I don't even plan to share at all. Forgive my language, but I was stunned to set my eyes on the most mismatched pairs in the entire universe. There was a couple that reminded me of my grandparents. There was this beautiful young lady who seemed ecstatic to be in the

Excerpts from my Book I

This is just an excerpt from my book. It is not complete,  but I promise that before my next birthday, it will be. I figured that if I put my deadline out there, then I will take it seriously. It is just a draft, so it is not perfect. I sincerely apologise in advance for the typographical and language errors that you will encounter. I also promise that this give nothing away, not even the storyline. (If you don't like that, I'm in my room. Feel free to come and beat me.) ................................................................. Adanna Weekends are supposed to be amazing, but let's face it the only real break comes on Saturday. On Sunday, I have to wake up too early for morning mass and when I come back, I spend the rest of the day catching up on work. When Ama started quacking me, I knew it was already Sunday. "Hmmm...?" "I'm awake. I promise" "Just two minutes more, please" "Ok, only one minute" My pleas were l

Confessions of a Make-up Beginner

For years, I had stuck to the light makeup/plain face routine. To most, I was the kind of girl that did not enjoy painting my face. To others, I loved the natural look. Guess what? You know the girl that ogled at all the expensive clothes from the window because she could not afford them? Here she is. I was a complete novice who could not tell difference between foundation and powder but still wanted to look like the stars on tv. The makeup brushes were so many that I thought some were spares. My attempt at drawing eyebrows always turned out to be a disaster, and it took a long long time for the word, 'definer' to find its way into my vocabulary (still don't get the point of it though). Then came adulthood/university. In the beginning, I was very comfortable with a bland face. I learned to believe people that said I needed no makeup to be beautiful and I convinced myself that my ' man' would prefer to see the real me instead of going though layers of makeup. My vo

Just My Luck

Minutes ago, I was limping towards the Rumola flyover barefooted with my pair of sandals in one hand, a left leg that refused to stop bleeding and a toe that seemed to be growing in size and redness. I should have been mad at the world, and maybe even God if I really wanted to be dramatic, but there I was laughing at myself and watching people try to draw my attention to the blood on my leg. I wanted to shout, 'I know! It hurts like the devil!' but I swallowed my words and kept walking. From the corner of my eye, I noticed the mentally unstable man that watched me pitifully as he walked in the opposite direction. I would have also stared at anyone I saw in such a situation too, but all I wanted was for them to pretend that I was invisible. Did I mention that I was dripping wet too? Yes it was the stupid rain and the gutter that I could not quite jump over, that got me into this messy situation, but who has the right to blame nature or call her stupid? Back to my series of unf

I've Got The Magic

While others were settling down and trying to hear the word of God in the church, I was busy replaying BOB's I've got the magic in me in my head. I've got the magic in me Everytime I touch that track it turns into gold Everybody knows I've got the.... It went on and on until I had to scold my  mind and  get myself together. While I listened to the rather long talk on The Holy Spirit, I realised why the song had come to me. The 'magic' is the Holy Spirit. When we receive him, we have the power to do anything we want. Do you know the best part? Everybody knows because the Holy Spirit cannot be hidden. It pours out of our mouths and hearts in the way we speak and live our lives. Today, I learned so much. I realised that the Holy Spirit is less about the fire that consumes and more of that which empowers. It comes with various gifts that have been tailored to suit each personality. St. Paul tells us in his letter to the Corinthians that there is a different