Totally not normal....
When we were younger it was easier to make friends because we didn’t have a care in the world. We were still experimenting; we were not yet sure of who we are, we were still trying to find ourselves, so we could not decide what kind of friends we wanted to have. You grow up practically wanting everyone to be your friend, because we don’t know any better.
Go out there and be happy, you survived mistake lots of people might not have, all by yourself, and you made it. So what are you afraid of? What could be worse than getting pregnant at 18? Having no family or friends to turn to? Running away to a strange city to have a baby when you are only a child yourself? Do not allow yourself to wallow in doubt or self-pity, you are more than that.
At 5pm the next day, Chisom clad in a blue denim Jean pants, a white fitted top, and sunshades, got in her car and drove to the nice lounge in Victoria Island where they had agreed to meet.
Isn’t that every young woman’s dream? To know and love God, herself, family and have amazing friends. To grow up smart, open-minded, confident and beautiful. To have a career she is passionate about. To have the world at her feet. To be strong, wise and live life to the fullest.
He paused briefly, looked me up and down and with one brow slightly raised up, he asked, “Do you want to go somewhere?” He looked like no one had ever turned him down in his life and besides – I did want to go with him. First I needed to make that phone call.
Why treat your son in a different way than you treat your daughter? Why does he get to have more pocket money? Or get to further his education and go for a masters degree,?but your once your daughter earns a bachelor’s degree, you are all hands off, the next questions is, Don’t you think you should be looking to settle down and have children? Who says it has to be that way? My father has always been someone I admire.
In Nigeria, the process of getting a voters card is tiring. It is like they specifically made it so stressful so that people will not vote. In this 21st century, one would have expected them to not complicate such a routine task.
I prayed that my guardian angel visits me and stay with me till I am first in everything, I prayed for a sign and then I heard a knock on the door. For the first time I finished saying my Rosary and I felt like all my prayers have just been answered.
I thought to myself as I walked past, I hope they don’t beat you, Mr. Preacher, you have some balls. It’s a free world after all and the preacher is free to preach, but is it right to target your preaching to a particular person or group of people?
I have lived and I have learned not to judge. Like Paulo said “We can never judge the lives of others because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path”.
You want a new job, don’t just say it, get passionate, act like you really need one, don’t sit on your ass and whine to everyone that cares to listen. You want to start a business, get passionate, start a plan, a plan can take you places, just a plan and every other thing will fall int place.
I have lots of wonderful childhood Christmas memories, I know lots of people do too, after all, it the season of love and giving. The presents, the people, the joy in the air, the difference, it felt so good, still does.
Praying without matching it with actions is just you fooling yourself. We Nigerians are so fond of this. We believe prayer is all we need. No! You just don’t need to pray, you need to work on it too.
Nobody deserves to be stood up, it happens and will definitely continue to. Of course, it’s acceptable if some kind of emergency came up that trumped your date. But, according to Barnes, if a guy you like stands you up for any reason other than forgetfulness or an emergency, you owe it to yourself to ask what his deal is and reevaluate his potential.
Growing up I kept imagining who I wanted to be and where I wanted to be. I had too many heroes but then I got to that point where I could only see me, a better me, the future me and I became my own hero.
From a very little age, I have always wanted to do things my way, it was mostly my way or no other way. I have always been the black sheep, I remember my mother always comparing me to my brother “why can’t you be more like your brother”, she will say. She tried to tame me in lots of ways.