Truth is, i like to think i am a strong person, my thoughts have influenced people's opinion of me. today im like the softest strongest person, i am strong because i know how to hold my own when everything around is falling, i am strong because i know how to put up a smiling face even when all else seems to be going wrong. i am strong because sometimes i am faced with turmoils, temptations and i always fall, only for me to stand up again stronger than before.
My mom always told me i was a lucky child, and i believed her, i walked around feeling i was the world's luckiest being, how wrong was i. in my self deciet, i lost faith in God, and all else began to fall apart, i realised i was not so lucky, i realised that maybe, just maybe God was fed up with me. i was too young to be thinking these thoughts, yet they were all that seemed to cloud my every day musings. i remember thinking i was going to die at a particular time, that was last year, i was so scaed of death and was determined to cheat God out of that course, i mean every one was dying around me, it was only w\normal i followed, but i did not. i was kept by him, and suddenly i can see the end of the turnel
yes i am a lucky child, it has been proved to me time and time again, he is with me. My heavenly father is wit me.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The Pain Behind The Fame
Her dazzling smile and graceful walk overwhelmed all around her. And people! male and female alike could barely resist the urge to turn and stare as she floated past them.
She stepped in a way like her feet were not touching the ground.
Was she beautiful??
Oh yes!! She was breathtakenly so.. Her small sad eyes were soulful but had a mischievous glint to it making it seem like she was always up to something.
Her full lips was every man's dream and her nose was small but pointed. The crown of hair on her head was glorious, and had been subjected to lots of arguements that her full and rich hair was actually cus of extensions. But alas! It was her hair.
She was petite and slim built, fragile yet strong looking. Her breasts were just the right proportion, and her hips, though slightly big, made her look like a sixteen year old, burning fiercely in childish maturity. As she walked by, the crowd cheered on, and even though she was struggling with an inner pain, she waved and touched and hugged as many people as she could.
She was nicknamed the 'people's princess' because she was kind and cheerful.and On this day, she was determined to live up to the name, pushin every other affair to the back of her mind, as she basked in all the attention ascribed to her.
That life seemed like decades away as tola was abruptly jolted back to the present by the sound of the front door slamming on it's hinges.....
She stepped in a way like her feet were not touching the ground.
Was she beautiful??
Oh yes!! She was breathtakenly so.. Her small sad eyes were soulful but had a mischievous glint to it making it seem like she was always up to something.
Her full lips was every man's dream and her nose was small but pointed. The crown of hair on her head was glorious, and had been subjected to lots of arguements that her full and rich hair was actually cus of extensions. But alas! It was her hair.
She was petite and slim built, fragile yet strong looking. Her breasts were just the right proportion, and her hips, though slightly big, made her look like a sixteen year old, burning fiercely in childish maturity. As she walked by, the crowd cheered on, and even though she was struggling with an inner pain, she waved and touched and hugged as many people as she could.
She was nicknamed the 'people's princess' because she was kind and cheerful.and On this day, she was determined to live up to the name, pushin every other affair to the back of her mind, as she basked in all the attention ascribed to her.
That life seemed like decades away as tola was abruptly jolted back to the present by the sound of the front door slamming on it's hinges.....
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