Motivational and Inspirational Messages

                         THE CALL OF BOOTY It was said that "the journey of a thousand miles began with a single step", the journey of my life was not an exception to that statement What I failed to defeat, became a monster that led to my defeat Maybe if I had it corrected in my secondary days, I might have been able to have it under the control of my palm My love for big thing costed me my glorious destiny My sexual appetite kept growing as a result of my unquestionable lust for "booty" I always lose control of myself, each time I set my eyes on a booty lady I thought it was a fun thing, I never knew it was a weapon to defeat me I have read and heard that I needed to flee but I have never fled for once You see, If you have tried millions of reasons to make me smile and they all failed, just try to get me a booty lady, I would give a radiant smile if you have never seen in your entire life I tho...

                                            Internet Magic Clement smiled to the profit he recently realized on his hard-earned job Extensively stated, he had started making plans on how he would man his hard-earned money, right there on the comfort of his bed His phone vibrated on his small chair placed very close to his bed, it was around 2 am on Sunday  He actually thought it was his girlfriend that sent him a message around that time, he smiled to pick up his phone  Sad to say, his smile got attacked by sadness, by the time he unlocked his phone, he saw a number of  transactions that took place on his phone around 1:52 are His smiling face got stolen by sadness His beautiful white balls turned to red He sat down helplessly, looking stupid, with a flow of tears gushing out of his eyeballs He was panting on a spot, without being chased ...

                 Don't stop! Try it again A big thank you to my coach that didn't give up on me when every other person did My name is Raymond, I was so happy when I got admitted to Bridges To Kingdoms University, located around Texas, United States This has been my dream school since I was 12, it was a dream come true when a congratulatory mail  dropped to my box, from BTK For the very first time in my life, I began to learn how to survive, all by myself without my dad or my mum My first year in BTK was like hell on Earth, I have never been away from my family and to worsen it, they rarely checked on me, one on one, even though we spoke and chatted, almost every day One thing that gave me joy and still giving me joy is Basket Ball, virtually every student in BTK knew how to play basketball I was tall but obviously unskilled when it comes to basketball Should I tell you a little secret? I loved to play basketball ...

                   A Sinking Boat I was ushered into the stage with a round of applause My first speech lost its track and stumbled by the flow of tears, endlessly running down my cheeks, I dipped my hand inside my blazing jacket and brought out a soft blue handkerchief to wipe off my tears Of course, I knew people would be anxious to know the reason(s) behind the sudden tears There I stood, ending the tears with a beautiful smile, just at the sight of my wife,Helen My name is Nathan and I hailed from a wealthy family but was not treated as such by my father Another sad thing to say is that , I only heard of my mother , I wasn't raised by her I was undoubtedly raised by my Dad There was a special name I gave to him when I was growing up, I called him the wicked man on earth Holding on to the fact, once established, I was treated like a common man by my father People hardly found it hard to believe that I sprout...

                                       A BROKEN SHELL Sitting here, looking so tired like someone who just finished covering unbelievable miles Of course, I knew it will take more than training for Joshua to claim back his title from the hands of Ruiz, a skillful boxer It must have taken him a pint of intelligence, courage too wouldn't be found wanting, as one of the formulae he used to get himself crowned as the champion I wouldn't forget to express a take-home lesson I learned from my late father I could vividly remember a particular time, when sickness nearly took his life, as a matter of fact, everyone had given up on him, except my mother, who stood with him, in the thick and thin of his life A promotion exam came on board while he was still being terrorized by the power of sickness The examination was a "push-up" or "pull-down" for him I really found it hard ...

             Chilling with God I know, the news of losing someone close to your heart is a memory you wouldn't pray to take to bed I also know, the pain of being betrayed by someone you love, is a pain you wouldn't throw a party for or drink a coffee to The reality of my expression is that I have been left all alone by myself to sprawl on in life with a bleeding heart Leaving with the painful memory of someone dear to your heart is a war that wouldn't end with the strength and sword of the mightiest knight It will take more than a miracle to forget the kisses you shared, the promises you made each other, the tears and laughter you shared together, the secrets you shared together and every other thing you wish you could still live on with but the reality is, they have all become a wrapped painful memory you are taking home to mama I have once had an unexpected gash directed...

                   MY SEXY MACHINE She was sexy to hold, to kiss and to bang on my spacious stadium bed, that was the summary of the memory I had with "Angie" in my university days My nickname swept across the nook and cranny of the school, my real name is Clement Bryant but popularly called Banger Many were clueless of the meaning but few of my friends got a perfect answer to that shady name I got a blazing rank in the kingdom of darkness Of course, it was not only Angie I was banging on my spacious stadium bed but Angie was my irresistible spec, she was my sexy machine We had ourselves under the governance of sex and romance for a solid 3 years Years later, the wind of time gradually drifted us apart, we eventually lost contact We both knew we were not expressing love, we were both expressing LUST in its raw form Impossible to bel...

                   MY SEXY MACHINE She was sexy to hold, to kiss and to bang on my spacious stadium bed, that was the summary of the memory I had with "Angie" in my university days My nickname swept across every nook and cranny of the school, my real name is Clement Bryant but popularly called Banger Many were clueless of the meaning but few of my friends got a perfect answer to that shady name I got a blazing rank in the kingdom of darkness Of course, it was not only Angie I was banging on my spacious stadium bed but Angie was my irresistible spec, she was my sexy machine We had ourselves under the governance of sex and romance for solid 3 years Years later, the wind of time gradually drifted us away, we lost contact We both knew we were not expressing love, we were both expressing LUST in its raw form Impossible to believe, the known banger became a preacher ...

                           HOLD MY HANDS I stand here remembering those years, the other name I bear was "Mr struggle" I remember those years, I tried going home smiling but always went home crying I remember those years I did all I could to smile into dreamland but always cursed with tears to order my soul into dreamland Now I am smiling to those years, the moment I allowed him to hold my hand, the story of my life suddenly ceased Comparing my past to my present is a story people are finding hard to believe I had once kissed the devil and publicly denied the calling of Jesus, now I stand for Jesus Hey my guy, if you can allow him to hold your hand, you are assured of victory If you can hold his hands, your feet are assured of being ordered to the palace of kings and queens where you will eat and dine with them Nations will tremble at the sound of your voice, only if you can hold his hands ...