Mimi's Blog

"Stories that touch.." are most times beyond mere fictions, but riddles. Riddles in the sense that most of such events, might have occurred repeatedly over time and would have been adopted by we humans as standards. Standards which have zero proofs or non existing beliefs. So.. How do we break free? How do we stop the trend? Fortify your stories, share to heal a soul.

New friends are like gold, You carry them well.. And old friends as platters, You hold them firm. Mysteries uphold men, Beliefs contradict nature, So does a man with profound wisdom. Confusion acts as a relief, Desperation as a pursuit and oppression as a walkway. Just a little attention, A little patience, A little affection, could rejuvenate a dying corpse.

Almost every night, we remember the cross through the moon. But so as not to run at loss, we forget he's coming soon. You travel from Lagos to Jos, just to make your business boom. You wanna please your boss, but you forget that danger looms. You wanna get 'A's in the course, cos you don't want insultive cartoons. You say she's under a curse, cos she's got on her arm, a tattoo. You make alot of choas, just because of what, to you, accrues. You count it all badluck, when in your neglected home, arises issues. You now treat your kids as ducks, whereas, you weren't there, when they needed your tissues. Now that your life is corked, you loose interest in the bundles... Run back to the cross. You have been swindled, And your spiritual life dwindled. HE IS WAITING!