Mimi's Blog

Yunno while growing up, I always imagined how the disciples felt, realising and actually seeing their master, teacher and greatest confidant leave, within a short period of knowing and fellowshipping with him. They must have felt broken. They must have had this grief that couldn't be expressed in words. They must have wept bitterly in secret, and acted "hard guy" in the open. Though they were given the promise of a new comforter, still, it couldn't be compared to the physical presence of their well known comforter. Though they were given the promise of an overcoming life, still, it couldn't be compared to the battles they were going to face without the physical presence of their Captain. It must have been a difficult time for them, they must have felt their world had fallen apart. They would have almost given up the faith, but rather, they chose to encourage themselves. Encourage themselves that their master, had left for them a solid foundation to build ...

Why are men so unfair?😭 When I say men, I mean men and women 🙄. I have had to battle with self confidence in the last one week😭, Why? Cos of my new hairdo😞. New hairdo? Yes. It's my very first time fixing a coloured weavon, a brown weavon, which easily tells how artificial I look. Something I always try to avoid when considering hair extensions. So why choose the hair in the first place?!🙄 Honestly, that question has a super story attached to it😂, but note, it wasn't an intentional decision. Nevertheless, my new hair experience has taught me a lot, and I feel​ I should share my concerns with you all 😉. The look I got from total strangers at various encounters got me nervous and highly intimidated. I began considering so many options such as the application of a black dye, which was obviously not realistic as it just might cause more harm than good. The little murmurs, glares, laughs and...

Yunno , being kind and not necessarily harsh helps most times as you never can tell how God can use it to favour you. Why this? Sometimes ago, I boarded a bus, and the bus Conductor just kept toasting me. For a fact, I hate explicit talks like that, especially with bus drivers/conductors. But that day I just tried calming myself down, by laughing/smiling along. He kept talking and talking right from iyana Ipaja to igando and I kept smiling until I got down from the bus. Getting down was so relieving. But after that day, I realised something. Anytime I got to the busstop (iyana Ipaja) extremely late, and his bus was next to load, he always gave me that preference. Days when t-fare doubled and buses were few,  he'd secure me a space and  tell me not to pay as I wasn't a new person to him. But my conscience never allowed me enter without paying (even if I had to pay the original amount). But today, there was no bus to igando at all. All the bus drivers were shouting "i...