Month: December 2014

Monday Morning Pick Me Up! Broken Crayons Still Color…

Hello my good people! Please forgive my long absence, things have been crazy in my corner but I am hopeful that all will return to normalcy soon.Broken-Crayons

“Broken crayons still color” I came across this quote some weeks ago and it spoke to me. You know how you might be going through something and you stumble on a sentence or a scripture somewhere that suddenly makes your burden much lighter? that’s what happened to me when I read this quote on my friend’s BBM update.

The fact that a crayon got broken somewhere along the way doesn’t mean it should be thrown away or discarded. The effectiveness of the crayon is not in its shape or size or whether it is intact or not its in the fact that it can still color. So maybe some happenings in your life has chipped away chunks of your self esteem, or the fact that it is the end of the year and you have little or nothing to show for it as compared to your friends and family who achieved a lot of mile stones, it can be anything that has made you feel broken inside, but do not despair, yes you might be broken but you can and will still color!

Don’t write yourself off just yet, don’t close the book of your life because it seems like there are no chapters left to write, if only you know how blessed you are…the mere fact that you are alive today translates into the fact that there is hope for you. The dead has no hope, no prospects, no future, they are over and done with. You on the other hand have a lot to look forward to, avenues to learn and grow and so many opportunities coming your way, all you have to do is believe. I know this sounds like a cliche, but it is one hundred percent true.

Broken crayons still color, broken dreams can still be rebuilt, never say never.

Have a beautiful week!

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The Little Plantain Boy…

Heading home from work this evening, I was stuck in traffic. My phone batteries were down hence there was nothing to fiddle with so I settled for one of my hobbies; people watching.

That’s when I saw him, a little boy not more than nine or ten years old. Clothes worn thin, bare footed, and he looked so exhausted. His skinny neck strained under the weight of the heavy tray filled with huge plantains which he struggled to balance atop his head.

Sweat beaded his top lip and brows as he made his way towards the car I was in. I beckoned to him and he walked over. I asked him how he was but he was too busy  telling me how much the plantains cost that he didn’t hear my question.

I had no intention of buying plantain, but I just wanted to talk to him. So I asked him what his name was and he told me. I also asked him if he went to school today and he slowly shook his head, “No, I didn’t go to school today” he said in a voice so tiny that I could barely hear.

Horns blared and a bus driver spoke to him rudely, asking him to move away  from the road. Quickly, I rummaged through my bag and handed him some money and our car moved forward.

From the side mirror, I watched him chase our car till he got to me. He was out of breath and barely coherent but he managed to ask me why I gave him the money since I didn’t buy anything from him. I smiled at him and asked him to buy himself a pair of slippers. He smiled back at me and told me he had a pair but he took them off so he could chase after his customers more effectively, I told him to keep the money anyway, he thanked me and told me he was grateful he might have said more but again our car sped off. He looked so little as we drove further away from him, and I wished so hard that I could take him home, feed him, run him a hot bath and tuck him into bed where he should be fast asleep at this time.

Soon I lost sight of him and I broke down and cried because our system is broken. In what world will a little boy hawking on a major express way by this time of the night be OK?

I am  home now, tired but deeply upset, because every time I close my eyes, I see the little plantain boy.

Hello December…

hello-decemberIts the second day of December and already it has brought me good tidings! That’s the beauty of life, there is always something to be thankful for, November was a little gloomy and now December is brighter. I was going to write a long heartfelt post stating all the good things that happened to me this year and it dawned on me that if I attempt to write that post it might just win the Guinness World Record for the longest post ever! There’s so much to be thankful for, up to the littlest things.

As the year comes to an end, let’s all resolve to leave all the baggage we accumulated this past eleven months behind. Let go of all the grudges and unnecessary drama, and love one another instead. Life is too short to be bearing grudges.

I am really looking forward to Christmas, I already have my Christmas menu planned out and I intend to cook up a storm!

I am thankful for life, good health, my family, amazing friends, good food, cold water, hot water, sunshine, rain, good music, good books, I could go on and on, but ls safe to say that I am indeed thankful to God for enabling me see the month of December.

What are you thankful for?

“Be thankful for what you have, you will end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never ever have enough”.- Oprah Winfrey