Wednesday 20 November 2013

A NOVEMBER TO REMEMBER

A novemeber to remember it is indeed!
It is one of the few months in this year that i looked forward to, if i knew what it had for me maybe my expectations would have been less. 1st of November i was busy both physically and psychologically as i was expected to come do some things in anticipation for the "big one"while earnestly waiting and praying for the safe arrival of my sweetheart (i missed that last minute call because i had to obey office ettiquette; making the wait longer)
2nd of November, wooow after rolling from one end of my bed to another, i got the call, yaaaaaaay! my sweetheart was here but, alas!my goodie bag was missen! awwwwww, what a twist
3rd of November, its thanksgiving sunday and with all my heels , make up and the look of a small goddess to go thank baba God despite loosing my goody bag the day before , the usuall thunderous bonny rain starts. In my determination to go to church, i go for a change of clothes for something simpler and my rubber sandals(devil ntooo !i get plan b) and after dancing all the skelewu,azonto,etighi and swooo for Jesus and even sharing my testimony of life
4th November, the Bombshell drops....
its 20th November and i'm still picking the pieces
Hmmmmmmmmmm! i need to take a deep breath now because even as i keep recounting the negative reasons why its been a month to remember ,I AM ALIVE AND WELL so abeg theres HOPE
In all the meaning of my name comes to play

CHINWENDU(God owns my life)
IHUOMA(literally it means "fine face" but in the real sense it means FAVOUR)
CHIAMAKA(my God is ssoooooooooooo Good)
GWENDOLINE(WENDY for short; a white angel. Remember angels dont have pains but plans)

So why should i worry when my father is in control now i strongly believe its a November to Remember because the end result will be TESTIMONIES. so if u believe this join me as i thank the king of kings :my lord, father, friend, the alpha and omega , awi ma ye'hun, oba atorise, oyigiyigi, agu ne chemba, ikuku ama n'onya, odogwu, dike n'agha,ubangiji, kabiyesi,tamuno,infact add any other name u call him because he is my all
I LOVE YOU LORD

Tuesday 24 September 2013

The SWEET taste of victory

 Two whole years come and gone  with a very happy ending. I am glad i didn't back out due to the numerous challenges at the begining. It was rough and tough ,there were ups and downs, high and low moments ,laughter and tears but in all it was a wonderful experience.
 The 'best' part of it was when i failed a particular course over and over again due to a very careless mistake i was making over and over again , it broke me down, made me cry but suprisingly stronger, yes, STRONGER!
I never knew there was a part of me that could be strong in the face of adversity and challenges and would never compromise no matter what. I always saw myself as a strong person ("miss independent" as i was called during my school days ) but one part of me refused to hide: my very blunt perasonality ,hmmmm. I remember crying just because i heard of my failure for the second time ,yes!a second time and a classmate saying:" abeg this my p is far better than those resitting over and over again",but it was just the push i needed to be stronger and prepare for the sweet taste of victory and hence this beautiful smile and recite this beautiful poem;

Allow me to try and fail but not fail to try
Aim high but not yet reach the skyline
Even thou things may not go right, bright days turn into dark night
I'll keep growing strong till I find my armoured knight.

I wont give up
As tears stream down like on my window pane
I wont let my thoughts go astray
I will take another chance, another leap of faith
Until this dream of mine is uncaged

Even when life throws its twists and turns
Through pitfalls and sea saws, there are things on learns
I'Il persist on even as the pace seem slow
As I know success will come within another blow

Success is failure turned inside out
It will come after I conquer my doubts
Break free and take on a new lease on life
For failure is just success wrapped up tight

So allow me to try and fail but not fail to try
Because soon I will reach the skyline
As things go right and each day is a bit bright
I will stand tall and be that armoured knight.
  
   Truly the taste of victory is soooooo SWEET, I'm so loving it
I can boldly say :i came, i saw and definitely conquered this
Lets raise our glasses for a toast to victory and sucess

cheers
WENDYGOLD

This thing called love

Sometimes we are so hurt and just decide to turn our backs on the word love . we do all sort of stupid things, build walls around ourselves and emotions just to prevent another heartbreak and in the process lose that one person who could have sped up the healing process and love unconditionally. here are some of the reasons why wendy thinks you shouldnt give up on love.

                                              

1. You cannot force it.

Sometimes it’s been so long since you last felt the rush of infatuation that you are ready to answer any Ok Cupid message, accept any date, and meet any available friend-of-a-friend until you get it back again. It’s like a drug that you have gone so long without you can feel the withdrawal lingering in your bones, and you know that it’s somewhere to be found, you just have to look hard enough for your fix. But there are few things more exhausting than repeatedly, painfully looking for romance and trying to force it to happen, only to end up alone on yet another Friday night. Now, beyond the frustration of not having a relationship in the first place, you feel like an absolute failure because look how hard you’ve been trying. But it’s not a school project, there is no amount of baking soda you can pour into your vinegar love volcano to make it explode. It just has to happen.

2. It comes in all forms.

You know those moments where you’re waiting for a particularly promising date to text you back, and every second that ticks by is absolutely agonizing, and your friend texts you asking you what you’re up to while you are in the midst of waiting and it’s all you can do not to throw your phone against the wall and scream, You know those moments? Yeah, well, that friend who is texting you really loves you, too. You just don’t notice it, because you’re too busy looking for it to prove itself in other forms. But we should all be paying attention to it more.

3. It makes everything seem better.

When we focus on the love we have — the love for friends, the love for family, the love for our neighborhood — everything seems brighter. Everything is more in focus, tastes better, sounds more pleasant. It’s like when you’ve lived in a city so long that you’ve completely forgotten all the beautiful monuments and awesome restaurants which are right within walking distance of your place. Then a friend comes along and you show them around, noticing as you go how wonderful everything is, and how easily you forget it. All it takes is focusing on one bit of love in your life and you’ll realize just how surrounded by it you are. Even those birds over there love you, but mostly because you have crackers.

4. You can fall for a project.

Get a sketchbook. Get a few nice pencils. Start drawing, start writing, start taking notes of things you see when you sit alone in a coffee shop. Start reading a new book. Start writing a new book. Join a new class for a dance or sport you’ve never been brave enough to try before. Pick up an instrument. Start running. Watch yourself become infatuated with these things and with yourself for doing something new and actually getting better at it.

5. People already love you.

If we all made a list of all the people in our lives who actually cared for us, who listen when we have something we need to say, and who would be terribly sad if we were gone — it’s likely that it’d be pretty long. And sometimes we don’t even know who they are, because we don’t pay that much attention to them, or they are nervous to tell us. We take our parents’ love for granted, we let friends come and go, we think that the people we know online aren’t “real” friends, but they are all part of our lives and there for us even when we think we are “actively looking” for love, as though it’s lingering under a specific rock.

6. It isn’t a contest.

Despite how much pressure we all may feel at any given moment, there is no reason to view the concept of love as some kind of contest that we are vying for a first-place spot in. Someone you know getting engaged, or breaking up, or having an awesome first date, has no bearing on the path you are taking in your own life. It’s easy to feel like we are either going too quickly or not quickly enough — that the trajectories of all our friends means something about how capable or desirable a person we are — but at the end of the day, we are the only ones who have to live with ourselves and our choices in relationships. Being able to announce that you’ve found someone may feel good, but unless you are really happy in it (and not just doing it because you feel that it’s “the right time” to be settling down), you’ll never actually win.

7. Self-love is just as important.

It’s a cliché because it is true. If you are not happy with yourself and willing to show yourself the same kind of love and respect you want to give to others, no relationship will magically fix you. And while it can certainly be tempting to jump from relationship to relationship, because the space in between them is scary and unknown, learning how to demonstrate that love and compassion for yourself is essential (and surprisingly fulfilling). Going on a solo vacation, or even spending a few days alone — leaving your laptop at home, if you can manage it — might seem like a strange way to feel loved, but if you can be happy with your own company, you can be happy with anything.

8. Many good things will happen along the way.

For those of us who have a wonderful friend who was once a failed attempt at romance, I think we can safely say that some of the not-so-hot dating moments end up only being further proof that people can be wonderful, and that things don’t always work out the way you expect them to.

9. Searching is never a waste of time.

We are so quick to act as though “looking for love” and “having it” are completely separate entities, as though offering up our vulnerability and honesty to new people in the hopes of finding something wonderful is not an amazing thing in and of itself. Even if someone rejects you, the strength and experience we gain from being open about how we feel and going for something scary and new is worth so much more than a thousand successful dinner dates. There is no such thing as wasting time when you are actively looking to meet new people to share something special and human with.

10. It isn’t actually something you can give up on.

In all honesty, we are only kidding ourselves when we say that we are “giving up on love.” Even if we could cut out every connection who cares for us, we would still be capable of feeling empathy, and desire, and compassion. To give up on love would be to give up on the sun, to give up on air, to give up on everything good about day-to-day life. You might delete your dating site account, you might say no to someone who asks you out on a Friday night, but you will still know what it looks like when someone wonderful comes into your life. Opportunities will come along and you will be only too happy to receive them, and that doesn’t make you needy or desperate. It makes you human, and capable of love, and very much worthy of having it in your life.
    Whatever you do, never give up on love.
    WendyGold
    cheers.

Tuesday 2 July 2013

Adieu my dear Omoshalewa

I sit among the scattered shells,
A shovel in my hand;
But use my fingers, gently curled,
For sifting through the sand.

I'm looking for something I've lost,
But don't expect to find.
The sand is something tangible,
But I'm sifting through my mind.

It's cluttered now with memories
And dreams that wouldn't die,
Like seagrass sometimes hides sandspurs
That make the tender cry.

Like broken glass or other trash,
Are bitterness and fear.
But buried deep within it all
Are treasures I hold dear.

So, deeper still, I plunge my hand
And probe the tenderregions
Of an angry, broken heart
That knows so many seasons.

Somewhere in there are treasures
I still hope to find.
Buried in this broken heart
or in this troubled mind.

Somewhere is peace, and laughter.
A way to understand.
New hope, a kind of healing.
Somewhere. In the sand.