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Someone once asked me
Why it was so hard to have a pure heart
And I told him it wasn’t
He says “How”?
I say “Here’s how”

I have a heart, whiter than a dove’s
No blemish, no smoke
All happy, all hope
All smiles, all bright
All beautiful, all green
No judges, no foe.

I have a hear
That loves in a blink
And expects no strings
Gracious than grace
As clean as plain
And blue with life
Like the sky so beautifully made.

I have a heart
In her.
Who loved me in a grin
And hugged me in a whim
Knowing just my identity
Not my face.
Not my character.
Just my name.

I have a heart,
Pure in Aanu,
Not hard to behold

And ever easy to show.


She was two people
She is two people
She was two hearts
She is two hearts
She was an unexplained love
She is an unexplained love
She made up two bodies
She makes up two bodies

She was of a love so thick
So thick it moved the heavens
And from life to life
No one seemed to explain why
Or even know what to explain
She connected hearts
Moved them enough
To not be forever

She was a strong drive
So strong she always caused tears
She lived in many
Still does.
She always wielded the truest of love
And always made the most shattering downfall

She was called something else
But recycled the letters of her name
Just so hearts might not have to suffer
But not all got the memo
She made one waste time and wish away
Every day
But even she could not change what her touch did
For it always started happy
And ended awry
Always.

She was called AS AS
She is still called AS AS
Made of the genes of two
Who always seemed to walk
Because they couldn’t just be
Some call her genotype
Every call her genotype
And they always go back in history
And travel by in the present
To see how to make her touch end happy
But always come back empty

She is AS AS
Made of two identical letters
In mostly two non-identical yet matching hearts

A match unmade in heaven.

It's the last month of the year!!!!

Oh I'm so so grateful. I can't count how many things have happened for me this year, but I can surely say I'm grateful for new people, new decisions, new resolutions, new achievements, and most of all a much anticipated new year!

Thank God!

I'm not where I want to be, but I'm there already. Even with the good and the bad news so far, we still thank Him. Only He knows why things happen and I pray we all don't receive any more bad news. I would've loved to write out highlights of my year, but I'm just too excited I can't remember one!

Any highlights you'd like to share?

Thanks to you beautiful ones that visit here frequently for making my year bright...And if you're just visiting, Thank You for coming out here. You're awesome!

In the spirit of yuletide,

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year In Advance!!!

Mmmmmwwwaaahhhhhh!

Love,
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Thank you so much, for the kind reviews on my poem yesterday. Made me happy! In the spirit of poetry, here's a "romantic" one. Never written a romantic one per se, but kindly share your thoughts on this in the comment section. Enjoy...Gracias!

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Time is not for us.
The ticks of seconds and the dings of hours need not
Keep us from being our hearts’ pick
For whether you’re at the other end of the ocean
Or a million swirls across far mountains,
My trail will lead to you in a blink


And then we will remember
One day while I’m tending to the clinking sounds of pots
And you’re there reminding me of moments,
Together how life fought to keep us apart
But got the bad cake instead.
What we have isn’t choice
Couldn’t have been.
Some say we’re written in the stars,
I think we are the stars, 
Because I know you think so too
That’s why we’re so matching.


Ours is that which cannot be titled
For even titles bow to us for guidance
Life’s turns, Life’s gift
Are our trust funds
Prepared for our coming, 
Written for our passing
The stars that shine brighter than light are;

For You. For Me.
For Us.


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I want to plant a seed
So good it birthed a formidable adult
Fierce fire, burning passion, I look forward
To beginning that for which I yearned
To make and nurture to beauty.

But how is it others well do some things?
As if they had known you in some life before?
The drive, the strength, with which they oppose
Leaves you wonder if there was any brain in you.
You take a deep breath, ask what it is
They say this. You do this.
Then they say argh!!!

Am I wrong? Was I? Will I be?
For attempting on passion and excitement
Of putting my new found light
In something I believed in?
Or am I just really stupid?
For starting maybe wrongly
And keeping my right ones behind?

They show all kinds of crazy
And I think, “What do I do?”
They speak English, but the fog from their screams
Only make it sound gibberish.
Am I really wrong?
For trying to reach the things that I can’t see?

I wanted to plant a seed,
Nurture it and watch it grow
With my hope, smile and excitement.
But would not the seed be scared itself now?
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Happy New Month!
May this New Month bring forth to you;
Immense blessings and favor...
Amen!

Back to the matter.
How are you? Miss me? Don't lie oh! I know you did. I missed you too :)

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So I wanted to name this post "Who wants La Casera" but changed my mind. I'm coming to the La Casera issue very soon. In the spirit of Selling and buying, I've got some few items for sale and they're really beautiful as you'll see below.

Corin white quilted ballet flats; Size 6




Vitraux green sandals; Size 6


Coral structured dress; Medium and Large


Camellia black crystal bow flat; Sizes 5 and 6


Multi color print halter dress; Large


Taupe cowl neck dress; Medium, Large, X-Large

Coral cut out dress; All sizes
Black flat sandals with diamante strap; Size 5
White T-bar sandals with diamante; Size 6

Pamela black flats with diamante detail; Size 5
Just in case you're in Lagos and are interested, kindly shoot me a mail at dammilolang@gmail.com OR damilolaogunnupebi@yahoo.com and I'll get right back at you. :D

**********

So...on La Casera.

I was going home from work one day when I heard a fairly young and tiny female voice shouting"Who wants La Casera?" at the top of her voice. I turned around from my BRT seat only to see a little girl around age 10 running in traffic to sell drinks. i can't count how many times she almost got hit by a car during the length of period I was in traffic.

My heart sank.

You know when you want to help so badly but you don't even know how? That was the position I was in. I stare out through the window with my ear plugged; slow music in my head and can't help but wonder why these things happen.

I silently prayed that nothing happened to her. Maybe next time, I'll just call her and give her my number, or buy a drink and probably tell her to keep the change...I'm not so sure what. But one thing I'm sure about is: bit by bit; ALL the young ones and the ones unborn will enjoy the life we all pray for.

Have a great week!

**********

Just for fun: Go here! My nickname is Skittles. Thank me for the fun later *wink*

Love.



I borrowed it here. Please don't sue me :D


Hello, guys!

How have you been doing? I promised myself that I'll definitely post before October ran out and there's just 4 days left from today, so....I'll save you my long talks hehe :D

The reason for this post is to appeal to that part of ourselves that spells the number One. We all definitely want to get to the top, and some just like being the first, rather than  the second. This poem I came up with highlights those situations I can remember where the word "first" came up or personal experiences where it did.

The point sha...is to remember that there are LOTS of places where you can be first. If where you are doesn't work out, there's definitely somewhere else that will connect with your primary intent and interest. Don't give up. The Number One is for everyone! :D

P.S: Kindly leave a comment about instances or places where you want to be number one, or where you've seen it used just like I did in the poem. I've made it reaaaallly short to make a whole lot of space for yours. Because I love you gaan!

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One.
The start of anything,
The start of something to be known for.

One.
A lone tree in the middle of nowhere,
Tied to a mystery of some sort.
We all would wonder,
We all would say.

One.
Me. An art unaware of its strokes,
But is sure the hands that draw it will move.
Someday. Now.

One.
You. Uncertain yet certain,
Events would evolve before definition.
A true definition to guide your thoughts,
As they've happened.

One.
I once saw what looked like a man holding his right index finger up,
Saying something I didn't quite know.
It was a picture. People said it meant (Allah Is One)
I saw that man again in many-a-places.

One.
That place I longed to be
When academics began to look awry even with so much effort
That place I almost was. Three steps away.

That place that started my own confidence.

One.
Pinky or Index. We all counted with our hands.
Childhood is priceless. Adulthood is golden.
When you get to remember,
You realize your values began long ago.

******

Would LOVE to hear your thoughts.
Love,

The couple

Hola!

Hmm so no one wanted my airtime recharge, abi? Ok oh! Continue. Lool.....How are you guys doing today? I'm prepping to go to my village like I mentioned in my last post. Without further Serenren, this post is dedicated to my very good friend, Debbie Uche Solomon, CEO/Creative Director - House Of DUS (IG: @houseofdus)

I hope you love it :D.....and please leave comments :*


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The spice that started it all.....



She looked angelic, yet completely bold.
He wondered how to express himself to her.
He stares at her from a corner no one knew about. No one had to know.
He had prepared it for when "he" would become "them" and it was sacred.





"Hi", She had finally said with a smile after his courage had been found.
He felt relief mixed with a beginning.
She knew he was feeling,
He wondered if she knew.
He saw their lives through her eyes and knew that he was where he wanted to be.
She stared in his and wondered what he thought of her.





They had started their journey.
Met with trials, they sought to be better and always looked ahead.
Every trump, every fall, resorted in looking ahead.
They had conquered the ifs and knew there was more in the next phase.
Still they always sought to look ahead.







Now they're at the phase.
That which would mark a gracious beginning.
A start of something to cherish for eons.
A start of bricks to build for millenniums.
A start of hurdles to cross for greatness.
A start of something....magical.




"A start of their start." 


And then yet again, before they take that leap, they still look ahead, for in front of them was a true definition of what they've been.












Here's a video to sweeten their tale:
Credit: Anthonia Ejoh




Have a great week ahead, folks!
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See you next time...
Happy Holidays!!!

God bless us all.
Love,

How did I fare design wise? Rate me! :D

                                                                        Hey Guys!

WOW! 6,000 readers and counting? Thank you!!!! to all my readers. Thanks for coming here despite my lazy discrepancies. And YES! I'm celebrating my 30th post as "old" as my blog is *wide guilty grin*. Can you imagine my yeye self?

And I was told that my google+ comments format didn't allow others to comment....I'm so so sorry! Please bear with me. I've rectified that now. Please comment away! :D

Anyways, guess what? To appease ze gods hehe, and because you're such an A-MA-ZING reader, I'm copying Sisiyemmie (for today alone oh..Lol) and giving out recharge cards to the first person that makes a comment on this post, telling me what you think about my blog generally! Whoop! Leave your e-mail in the comment box and I'll send you a mail right after. Comment away! (Nigerians alone, as I'm not sure what to do about foreign recharge cards), but don't worry, my foreign readers! Your voucher will come in soon enough. *e-hugs*



How did your weekends go? Mine was quite eventful, which is pretty much unusual. With all my mouth, I never go out on weekends. I went on a fun date on Saturday and didn't want to go home...hehe :D (please don't tease me for details *shy*) and on Sunday, Tuke and I attended the Savvy and Chic garden party. I had fun!!! The hospitality was heavenly and the food....hmmm divine! Ok, I didn't want to share pictures yet because I'm waiting for the ones Tuke took, but I'll share the ones from other bloggers.

Garden

Dabs the fab organizer
Tuke!!! I was her plus 1
Sweet kiwi ice cream
Berryyyy
See me looking at NN like ooh! I'm beside NN



Floral view...Gorg!

Tommie
I sure stole a whole bunch of pictures, right? :D I'm good at stealing pishurs! (Pictures ONLY oh :)

I'll put up a full post about the Garden party in my next post and then you can see the pictures taken by Tuke. Me I don't have a career in photography, but I can like to steal pishurs well. Halleluyah!

The rain seriously did us gish-gish as we just had to go inside and leave the beautiful garden setting :(. Was glad I met different bloggers I look up to e.g Sisiyemmie, and those I "waka pass by" their blogs after reading them e.g Berry Dakara (please don't kll me if you ever see this) and of kelz, my darling Tommie was there.

How'd your weekends go? Any highlights you want to share? let's see in the comment box!

P.S: I'll be going for Eid-el-Kabir (Ileya) in my village next week. Seriously waiting to see if I can get something interesting to write about. Maybe I'll do a village series sef. hehe :D

Have a fabbbb rest of week.
God bless us all.
Love,



Hey guys :)

So one of the readers of the Writers' Horror Challenge post suggested I gave the story another turn and ending....you know, flex my "story muscles" a bit; so I decided to...And I hope you love it. :D

Meanwhile, those of you that wee just come hia and read and go, God is watching you in heaven's flat-screen oh!

Leave comments nah :( They encourage me and make me better. Tainz! :D





How chilling is this?!?
How chilling is this?!?
Hello!!! Thank God It's Friday! Whoop!
I mentioned in my post yesterday about bringing in the other images of the entry in my next post. Well this is it! Re-posted from Jessica. Enjoy!!!

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                                                                             Hello! :*

How has your week been? I know, it's looking like I only post on Thursdays abi? I'm sorry! Only a coincidence.. I'm supposed to post #ThankfulThursday today, but I'm postponing it till Monday because of this entry.

So I stumbled upon this blog run by Jessica Iwayemi via Facebook with such a captivating title and decided to check it out. It was about a series of "two-sentence" images that made a horrifying sense and how writers were challenged to create a story around any one or more of these images.

I picked the image above and below is my entry:


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The scenery was breath-taking.
Everywhere had decorations of the only two things I called beautiful: Flowers and Food. I walked by having just gotten to the venue in my neatly tapered suit – I also forgot to mention that I adored fashion in its every form.
My little niece, being the angel she was, ran towards me. Her smile makes my world. Even though her father – my brother – got the girl of my dreams, we had to make peace when Zoe came into our world of brawls. She melted my heart. Who knows, maybe I love her that much because she had a piece of Santana in her.
In her usual fashion, beaming with smiles all over in her gorgeous floral white dress picked by yours truly of course; screaming “Uncle!” “Uncle!” while her mother watched with so much curiosity as to the kind of relationship I had with her daughter.
I walked towards the house, holding Zoe and scanning the place for possible past faces. You know those family members that remind you of how you grew in their arms or how they knew your first word? Yes those. I loved parties only when Zoe was a part of it.
She started the usual things that intrigued me about her. Talks of how Harper or Richard had thought she was dumb and were pulling boy stunts on her in class….I wonder what kids as small as this were thinking at this age! I usually just laugh hard with her stories. She knew how to make me smile. “Sweetheart, always know you’re the best there is until you decide otherwise”, I would always tell her and she got so used to it, she would chorus it with me.
I felt a nudge on my right shoulder with an “Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” following it. I turned amidst Zoe’s rants and saw a breath-taking ray of colors in form of a human. It took some time to bring me back to reality as she had been saying sorry and was expecting a response while my mouth opened in awe and my eyes were stuck on her.
What brought me back was “A fly is coming in your mouth soon”. Oh I hate flies!. “Hmm?” was all I could mutter. Then she apologized again and I replied saying “I’m Xavier. Nice to meet you too” She smiles and walks away in a manner I couldn't fathom. At this point, Zoe was looking at me with such excitement saying: “Uncle? How come you went off on Jasmine so much?”
“Oh that’s her name?”
“Yes. She was mom’s junior back in school”
“Ooh.”
Not getting an answer, she went on to continue her usual gist, making different turns and jacking herself up on my laps with so much passion and energy while she spoke. But you bet I wasn't where Zoe was. I was in Jasmine land in two seconds. I began imagining us going out on a date and having so much fun. I imagined us sharing our most intimate secrets and her smile was on the way to beating Zoe’s.
While I was in this moment I smiled and grinned from ear to ear and suddenly found myself in my car. I guessed I had zoned out and left the party though I wasn't really there in the first place. I kept thinking of how to see Jasmine when I heard a large thumb on my legs. I began to feel myself tumble and everything was thinning out and fading away in a rush. I felt sleepy….draggy…pained…empty.
In my head was beep. beep. beep. and something that sounded like “coma” I was out, but I wasn't. I thought I heard Jasmine. Never knew I was that crazy for her. I went back into thoughts and fantasies about making a move on her soon.
I was having a pleasant dream, when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, I could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams.

***

What do you think about the short story? What do you think I should've done better or didn't do well? Would really love to hear your view!
I would be posting the other images in my next post in case you're interested. You can either write and post on your blog or send to my e-mail dammilolang@gmail.com to put it up here. Would LOVE to hear from you! Be sure to tag Jessica and I in the post if you're posting on your blog. Let's flex our writing muscles! :D
Do have a fab rest of day..
God bless us all!


Hello, good people! How una dey?

Remember when I stole a certain 100 things about me post like that from Tommie? Well this time around I'm stealing 20 Things about me from everyone I've seen do it on Instagram. And even if I wasn't tagged on Instagram, I wanna make it a post here :) Someborri shout Halleluyah hehe :D

Dariz why ayaf decided to just write something on my pishur in the name of design so they can also say I used Photoshop..hehe. iss nor easy ATALL. *phew*

Alright. Without further ado, (In an OAP's voice *insert your favorite name here*) below are 20 Things about me:

1. My names are Kaosarat Oluwadamilola Oluseyefunmi Abiodun Omotanwa Morenikeji omo Ogunnupebi (Loads of names right? I'm sure you don't need d pastor of the Celestial Church of Christ to tell you say ah be correct! Yoruba geh :)

2. I'm the first girl in my family and I've technically got 6 brothers *wide grin*

3. I stutter a lot once I'm angry or excited. I also feel like going to the toilet EVERY TIME I'm anxious and excited

4. My favorite color is Pink. I HATE blue.

5. I looove football and can play practically EVERY sport.

6. My "Le boo" is so wonderful...Athink we're getting married soon :) *ring alert*

7. I HATE series because they never end. I loooove movies....they're so romantic and they end in 2 hours tops

8. I can't do without reading Sisiyemmie's blog everyday. Even if she doesn't post..which barely happens. I even mentioned it in an interview sef...*silent promoter* Thumbs up for me!

9. I'm a sucker for food. A complete foodie. I mostly enjoy Jollof Rice, meat-pie. My best is Yam and Egg

10. Hmm I looove dancing! Ah can dance ehn...In fact, I've even won a lot of medals :D *Kafee style*

11. I'm a tad religious, pretty indifferent about it, more of a personality rather than religious kinda person, but I hold God in high esteem. In fact, He's my one and only.

12. I've got a weird family, and they're my best.

13. Yes. I'm Yoruba, Muslim and from Ogun state. Sagamu to be precise (In alakada's voice) Halleluyah someborri?

14. I'm terrible at telling somebody about myself, so I decided to craft these 20 from my head. I'm even tired at this point.

15. I can sing anywhere...(the shower, the kitchen, even when I'm eating!)...but I don't want it as a career because people say I can sing but I don't think my voice is THAT good, and because I'm not interested in singing as a career.

16. I used to draw when I was little. My drawing skills have suddenly vamoosed (Anybody seen it? Please holla!)

17. My career preference is none other than Management Consulting.

18. I like to analyze every movie I watch in my head and make sense of it. I even dream about it sef..(Criminal Minds was really epic. I even played a role in my dream sef. I'm a sucker for profiling)You can also call that learning from the movie.

19. I'm a sucker for fiction -- Tom Clancy, Robert Ludlum, Dan Brown, Len Deighton, Sidney Sheldon, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, and Chinua Achebe. For music - Coldplay, Switchfoot, Lana del Ray and recently; Ed Sheeran....and other music that have sensible lyrics sha.

20. I suck at keeping in touch or being consistent with things and people I love, but deep down I really do want to keep in touch. I'm sooorrrryyy in "Advances" E j'ebure (Please forgive me)

21. Everywhere I've used words like HATE, looove, Le Boo, married is the complete opposite of what I've said. And where I used "I'm a sucker for" or words that aren't mentioned as an opposite I actually mean it. (hehe my joke worked abi?)

I know I said 20, but I made it 21...why? Because I can!

So I would like to tag people in this post. I have only 5 (Technically 4) followers, so I'll tag them and others too. I'm even taking a leap of faith with some others...here goes:

1. FootOfTheHill
2. Ay
3. Dayor
4. Atary
5. Sugarspring
6. Sisiyemmie
7. Blogoratti
8. Tuke's Quest
9. Toinlicious
10. LDP

Pleaseeeee pleaseeee tag people too.. you dont have to do 9 like my yeye self. Let's keep the fun on! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it?

"Always believe YOU CAN DO anything. Anything at all." -Dammi 

God keep us all.
Love,

Saw Something like this too but didn't have the chance to take a pic *scare alert*
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Hello, beautiful people!

How has your week(s) been going? As for moi, ah kent wait for the weekend! I've got crafts to do..yay!
So on our way back from a pretty interesting meeting yesterday, my boss decided to stop at a certain "Cane Village" located under Maryland bridge. He was talking about it with such excitement; my colleague and I couldn't wait to see the place.

I think this was my best of all the edits :D


Talk about talent...Oh My God! There's talent in this Nigeria that'll always be useful in generations to come. My phone was handy, but I couldn't take much pictures at all. Was taking a picture of a lovely chair when one of the weavers mouthed something like "Don't take pictures here" or that was what I thought. And I'm this shy kind of person like that, that was my first time taking pictures for a post like that so I just stopped taking pictures! :D I like my face gaan. Ah can't coman spoil it because of pishur. (Plus I don't have a career in photography, so..) *gigantic excuse!*
The foine chair that almost got me the beating of my life hehe :D


Anyhoo, its amazing (like my boss would say) how these people bend canes to form beautiful works of art...Baby cots, bags, cushion-like chairs, fabric boxes, the list goes on and on! The only complain I have about the environment is the shabby way it looks.
Without further senrenre, see the rest of pictures after the cut. (I had to edit the look of the pishur and of kels watermark it! :D)
Do you see what I'm seeing? I see me some sleep for the weekend!

See this little cute "bag"


We even noticed they had their own association right under the bridge! Was hoping they woulda decorated that place with canes and exploited their own talents for their personal use. If you have the time, you should go visit. You might end up wanting to be used to make cane art! Loool And if you get the chance for more pictures, unlike me wey dey fear, biko tag me in the post!

I love me some pictures :D

So because of Tuke of Tuke's Quest and of kels, YOU my "peopleses" I'm putting another word game on this post.

Name any word/words that has the letters p, d, g and m in it/them.

Have a delicious weekend!
Love,


Hope you like my design skills? :D

Hope your day is looking gorgeous so far? Well mine is piecing up bit by bit, I can only look up to God! Hmmm I had such a short, restless and sick day yesterday. You kent buhliv it! I sooooo want menstrual cramps gone! Hate the way they define my day most times!

So, without much dillydallying and merrygorounding (In Frank Donga's voice), I was looking through one of my "Not-so-journals", (I make almost every fine notepad I see my "Journal" and I barely keep them. Don't worry, issnor only this blog that I'm disappearing from. Am I forgiven yet?) I stumbled upon a write-up I had penned down on one of my "moody-cancerian" days. I guess I was thinking about children at the time.

Kindly read through, and add whatever line you think should've been included in the piece. We are all born writers! All we need to do is just pick up the pen and Scribble! :D Enjoy..
Because I'm happy :D

Is it too late for a Thankful Thursday? Errrm shebi today hasn't ended?
Alright...I'll get to it already.

I'm thankful for:

My life and my insanely unending love for God
He keeps showing Himself and reminding me how gorgeously gracious He is. From the occasional private conversations we've had, I've seen changes in those areas I begged Him to help me with. He's just been so good. Maybe I'll tell Him I want 70 trillion next time sef....a girl should always aim HIGHER, don't ya think? *grins* *runs*

Being able to post #ThankfulThursday here even when I've abandoned my blog
Hmmm I have no justifiable reason whatsoever as to why I've abandoned this blog. I have commitment issues when it comes to writing, and I'm working on it. Positive results might not come soon enough, but I sure am working on it. I'll simply sum up my negligence in one word: LAZINESS.

My fashion skills
Okay, my brother got married on the second of this month, and I challenged myself into sewing my reception dress myself. I won't lie at all, a geh was scared above proportion *phew* but to my surprise, my dress came out "noice!" And there....I knew for sure I was a natural. :D Let the sewing games begin! May the odds ever be in our favor! *ding!*

See me looking all chic and stuff :D


Strengthening friendships
I have to say; I'm so grateful for the friends I used to have and the friends I've made. They've all been great and everyday, our friendship gains these strengths I just can't explain. Finally, I wee have 40 bridesmaids on my wedding. whoop! Or is 40 too small? *runs*

My Mentor
And I've got the best of them all. Really dynamic and deserving. Good bless my mentor and his family for me. Not sure if he wants disclosure yet, but if he does I probably would reveal him in my next #ThankfulThursday. HOPEFULLY

My upcoming Label
I've never been so excited about something in my life! My fashion label is coming up soon, Logo and collection in the works. i'm taking everything one breath at a time and I'm getting great results too. Please pray for me *puppy eyes*

She's trying to pout hehe :) 

More pictures

Yet again

My Family
Of course, I would be grateful for them! They're my family! And even though my dad gives me feats and my mom just likes to constantly remind me of her own version of what Ile-oko (Husband's house) will look like; and my sister likes to get on my nerves so she can hear me stutter in utter frustration and anger, I'm always grateful for them.

I know I'm still under "disappearing-like-that" punishment, but what are you thankful for? :D

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