The Ramblings of A Nigerian Mom

I see it sitting pretty Sandwiched between the longings of lonely hearts How high could beauty get Bestowing the pleasure of its grace on expectant races I touch it ever so dainty Warming up to the allure of its beautiful parts How often did they fret Flowing from the dark recesses of tired paces They hold it so lofty Grateful for the wondrous pleasure of its gaiety How beautiful could love get Illuminating unknown lives from the diverse outlets of her many faces. ___________________________________________________________________________________

Once upon a time...time time... there were thirteen friends who walked the surface of the earth.

Father's day is here again. Many children who are fortunate to still have fathers in their lives would celebrate the occasion with their dads while some would not be so privileged due to circumstances. A father.

  Source   Yes, angels been dwelling among us mere mortals. MOTHERS are angels in human forms missing their wings and dwelling among us. Really.

Someone used the above picture as her DP on BB and I just had to 'borrow' it for the purpose of this post.

Once upon a time...time time... there were thirteen friends who walked the surface of the earth. Everybody knew them because they went everywhere together, visited each others homes, studied together, prayed together, organized tutorials for people and ate together. So great was the love that existed among them. They were like a team and they had a team leader who was like a captain, in fact they called Him Captain. He was very sound, all round and very rich too. His Father is the owner of the land and everything that existed in the land but he was given to not-so-rich and simple guardians to learn the ways of the not-so-rich world. Captain it was who took charge of directing and teaching the members of the team; he taught them the acts of service, living right, speaking right and doing good. Captain had a mission and dream which his friends / team members shared and supported -to change the world, rid the world of all ills and illnesses, give hope...

The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin Sometimes I imagine how beautiful it would be to hold time in my hands. To have absolute control over it, to be able to stop the moving hands feverishly working tirelessly to keep the world going. How beautiful it would be to be able to stop the ticking for an instant when we need to savor the sweetness of the present; to be able to wound back the hands when we need to correct or undo what was done in the past and to be able to fast forward it to peep into the future. Thankfully, time is not within our control and better for us too, because this world would be chaotic if we were all to be in charge.

In the Spirit of Easter I have thought hard of what should be my introductory message to debut this page and what better idea than to write about Love! While not trying to be overly religious, today being Easter Sunday when the Lord Jesus Christ arose from the dead, broke free and made a mockery of the evil forces, triumphing over them some 2000+ years ago brings to mind the essence of it all. Why would anyone want to go through so much pain for some people you do not know, some yet unborn..already prempting them knowing the human nature - strong yet so weak. Why would anyone stand the torture and anguish of nails being driven, hammered into his / her flesh, tearing through tendons and ligaments..(I can almost hear the sound of the hammer accompanied by screams in my mind) just for some strangers -some unworthy and unfriendly! Why would anyone bear the burden of several millions of unique specie ever created; hanging on a tree, suspended in space by nails harshly driven throug...