Motivational and Inspirational Messages

Ready or not? Asked by Captain Martins and I responded with a capital YES We all had what we needed for the battle; blood-sucking weapons of different sizes, shields, arrows, grenades, stupendous battle strategies, fall-back plans, and so on. As the second in command, with these intelligent plans and blood-sucking weapons, I strongly believe victory is ours, I commented and we moved As a second in command, it is my respectful duty to act on the instructions dished out by the provincial captain... We moved, fully shielded from head to toe. Assessing our footwear—they were as hard as a rock, anyone we step on will suffer a severe injury The height of our bravery was of no match, so we moved, we were ready to strike them down We had a mission statement tagged “Kill Them All” The sound waggling from our footsteps could resuscitate the dead from the grave or set a prisoner free from the prison We were charged into war and we began to slice them down, right in their camp— they were caught an

Last night, I put a call to Feranmi, the lady my heart truly beats for. The conversation all started well like a friendly match ending as a draw and within a split of seconds, the gear of our conversation was hijacked by arguments and it ended in tears. She said I needed to work on myself; “she slapped me in the face”— she said I am rigid It took me time to digest all she muttered It was a phone conversation, probably if she was physically with me, I might have strangled her to death. We hung off and I couldn't fight back tears— tears were endlessly flowing At a point, I stopped and began to sense meaning to every word she muttered Then I conclusively agreed that I am “a work-in-progress” and it is important to work on myself religiously to get better “You begin to fall, the very moment you stopped working on yourself” “A man who hates correction will be taken freely into the palace of destruction” She didn't only spot out my weakness, she also opened my eyes to “mentorship and

Last night, I put a call to Feranmi, the lady my heart truly beats for. The conversation all started well like a friendly match ending as a draw and within a split of seconds, the gear of our conversation was hijacked by arguments and it ended in tears. She said I needed to work on myself; “she slapped me in the face”— she said I am rigid It took me time to digest all she muttered It was literally a phone conversation, probably if she was physically with me, I might have strangled her to death. We hung off and I couldn't fight back tears— tears were endlessly flowing At a point, I stopped and began to sense meaning to every word she muttered Then I conclusively agreed that I am “a work-in-progress” and it is important to work on myself religiously to get better “You begin to fall, the very moment you stopped working on yourself” “A man who hates correction will be taken freely into the palace of destruction” She didn't only spot out my weakness, she also opened my eyes to “ment

No touch, then my body was moving, when I was told to flee... All she was doing, was twerking and my body was reacting, all the guys were fleeing but there I was melting to get down with the devil hidden in human skin... Melting I was, as a candle, when I read it in my manual to flee The part of me was determined to execute this lustful mission… The other part was alarming to flee but... I thought the song sang by Akon titled “Dangerous” was just a song streaming on my stereo... She didn't even allow me to write a petition rather pushed me to destruction... I guess her mission was exceptionally sponsored by the witches and wizards in our village I learned the devil even paid for extensive coaching under the tutelage of this beautiful Delilah... Under her ministry, the destinies of raised men become razed I never knew her sexually dished delicacies were constructed to format my glowing glory She made me drown inside the pool of lust, now my glory is lost I thought she was the pictur

Probably, If I had gotten there on time, maybe my heartthrob might have escaped the venomous bite of death... Her call kept buzzing on my phone but my unverified assumption cost me her precious life... I stood helplessly like a bird who had lost its wings on the verge of escaping the deadly bullet of a notorious hunter Now my world is gone like a gun empty of bullets; it's nothing but a toy My left hand on the green touch on my phone might have been her saving grace My name is Philip, a 400 level student studying Mechanical Engineering and the name of my baby was Michelle It all started as a joke and as time goes on, life becomes a choke one, each time she is not with me and vice versa Eventually, she turned to my oxygen bag & without her around me, I can't but breathe improperly As times passes by, our love story becomes an envious analogy for every student aspiring to build an intriguing relationship To a certain extent, a poet or storyteller who failed to model his or he

  Not again! This can't be possible again, I muttered, with tears flooding through my eyes...  I wobbled up like a sick vehicle floundering to come alive The tears in my eyes were romancing the rain falling from the sky, indeed I was crying but no one could notice my tears that were being shed in the rain The only thought that was scanning through my heart is Mr. Man, you better kill yourself Indeed, my existence was nothing short of emptiness but before I bowed my head into the arms of the death— permit me to submit my unpleasant report to mama, I said There I go again, I went straight to our ancient home molded with bricks, the exact one, my forefathers sweated to erect with their last penny before they were captured by death in the ancient days, I was more than anxious to scream out my heart to mama, stating, Mama I lost the job again and now I know my world is world I was ready to tell her about the lady I crave to have around my world, I was ready to tell her about the mansion