Motivational and Inspirational Messages

                 OXYGENATED LOVE                         The plant longs for the pouring of the water, the building cries for the presence of the light that is found missing, the desert wishes for the flow of a river, the prisoner prays for freedom, honestly, different prayers for different souls. I really wish I could forget those memories but they were damn stronger than what I could hold, they eventually succeeded in breaking the windows that held and secured the huge space in my heart.  I remember every beautiful moment I shared with Daniela, it was indeed a paradise on earth.   But right now, tears have successfully found their ways into romance every damn space on my face down to my cheeks, I began to lose control of myself because Daniela was my oxygen. Countlessly, she looked at me straight into the eyes and said Michael, I can die for you and my response had always been; baby, you are my oxygen, as we sailed through the night with our romantic bod

  MEMORIES OF THE CHILDHOOD There was this time that has passed in our lives but the memories can never be forgotten, they are rather cherished till the end of the age.            When there was absolutely nothing taking huge space in our hearts. We play with a radiant smile coming to play on our faces and launched us into an amazing dreamland.  We were so young that all that matters to us was to eat, slept and urinated on our wears that would be thoroughly washed by our parents or guardians. We played all sort of games that activated unbelievable spell of joy in our hearts, games like dancing nakedly in the rain, singing, running nakedly on the streets and playing of football like it was the oxygen that sustained our existence. There is nothing as interesting as childhood era, we were so intoxicated by this inexplicable joy that emanated from our hearts that was evidently displayed on our faces, I must admit we did switch into dangerous games like rollin

                   DEFINITION OF A TRUE HERO I actually got the gun that was loaded with bullets set to be fired, even the uniform looks exactly like that of a soldier and I begin to feel like a soldier, as a matter of fact, people start calling me a hero but the truth of the matter is that a hero is not measured through the possession of physical weapons but rather from a heart that is pure and selfless. The qualification of a true hero is not measured in size, height, complexion, age, and wears, it is basically measured through character. The striking feature is the possession of a good character, a true hero is not measured by body fitness like 6 packs, broad chest and all sort of that. 👉 A true hero is measured through a good character, all these mentioned features would be for nothing without having a pure heart and a selfless attitude to humanity. 👉A true hero is someone who is purely selfless in service, that is just it. I have heard of a man

                  A SHADY FUTURE The light left the mansion and darkness rapes the whole mansion just like the story of Hannah, the beautiful daughter of Anita that was destructively raped on the cool evening of the day on February 5, 1979, under the mango tree, I can remember every damn thing she told me how she eventually got saved by the hunter and guess what, she is now a medical doctor and happily blessed with two lovely boys and responsible husband. So many situations have successfully attacked us, of course, they didn't come as gentlemen, they came like the thieves in the night that barged into the house and forcefully took away those things that were precious to us and left us broken like a man who lost his only son(breadwinner) in a plane crash. I will lose count if I were to remember a number of times we have tried calling dreams like a man; ask him why are your presentations so different from reality? How the presentation of drea

                        BLIND FASHION On the cool evening of the day, I was there cuddling my bed like a man who has just been discharged from hospital and I needed to get some rest until I heard a resounding knock on my door from my younger sister who came in to tell me, she is dressed and will be leaving for school in the next 30 minutes. As I rose from my bed in an attempt to pick up my wallet that I left inside the inner pocket of my Versace designer jeans placed very close to my wardrobe, as I returned after picking #20,000 from my wallet, I  launched out my right-hand to give the money to my younger sister, all of a sudden, my eyes began to run miles on the indecent outfit worn by my younger sister. This is a type of outfit that exposed every sensitive part of her body, her breasts were broadly exposed and calling for men to lust on. I began to watch her closely, the outfit is a representation of indecency, I re

                   LOVE AND PRIDE I could remember every detail I learned from the seminar I attended on the 27th of July 2004 which was tagged "Love and Pride", which has really brought about a huge change in my life. Every of the details expressed by Mr. Tomiwa Adeolu really gave me more insight on certain reasons that broke homes and relationships as we have them today. It's so alarming, looking at the rate at which homes and relationships crumble these days is really getting out of hand and this made me remember those facts that were delivered by Mr. Tomiwa Adeolu on how the journey of love could come to a halt by the activation of "PRIDE" I still can't forget how he describes "PRIDE" like a man who is ready to give everything it takes to ruin homes and relationships, he doesn't mind being wet by heavy rain or being beaten by the scorching sun to see an end to a r

         MY EX PENSIVE TEARS I wouldn't shy from the fact that I love the rain that helps me in hiding the expensive tears in my eyes, I can't thank my darkroom enough that do house my pains each time I go to my room to put my head on my bed with my eyes flooded with tears.  I really wish I had known the table could turn to the other side, I would have jealously held to those words that were said by my late Father: he said, son, nothing last forever, always prepared for that. If I had known my past deeds without caution would give birth to those tears that are expensive in my eyes right now, I would have ordered my life with the principle of check and balance.  So many times, I wish I could stop my brain from connecting to the romance of my mind that do trigger those sleeping memories of the past. Those tears I shed when I lost the office suite on my body, the corporate shoes on my legs, the fatness of my account are all truly expensive tears

                     LOCKED INSIDE THE PAST Today marks it 4 years that we had parted ways and the last time I checked, it was revealed to the whole world on Facebook that she is now married, even blessed with a fine baby boy. Sometimes the best message that could be given is the one given to ourselves, I truly know I needed to move on with my life, possibly start all over again with a feeling of walking out of every pain that I have been carrying inside of me for years that has eaten deep into my heart. Time really flies but the love I have for Evelyn has never taken a step out of my heart, each day I rise from my bed with her memories somewhere lingering on the surface of my heart. There have been times I found myself crying each time those memories I shared with her came to play. This is someone whose life has really had a good meaning, a lady who has been blessed with a wealthy man. I was well fed by Facebook and