Wendy's Diary

My dear people ,  Its one of those days when i count my many blessings and think of how great God has been. i remember saying '' happy new year " with a very funny thought of ; "at  least i never die". Days later i write my  heap of prayer points expecting God to do the miraculous but expecting it come as magic(just like that). I also remember saying to my emmy that" if God doesn't do this before march he should leave me ooo, afterall hes  just there looking at me". i think i made this comment to a number of people but my mum was quick to hush me saying " you sound as if God is a magician".  i will never forget that night because God decided to break the silence and the message was captured NEVER EVER , I MEAN NEVER EVER GIVE GOD A DEADLINE JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK HES DOING NOTHING, HE HAS THE BEST THOUGHT FOR US ALL.  WHATEVER YOU GIVE TO GOD IS NOTHING TO BRAG ABOUT AFTER ALL THE EARTH IS HIS AND THE FULLNESS THEREOF ; INCLUDING YO...

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(...

 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 ...

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,...

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. ...