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21 May 2014

Installing Love in Human Computer

As I was busy trying to explain what 'limiting beliefs' were to a friend, my phone went dead. Hmmm... stranger things happened to me, I thought. SHE was the one who asked ME the question, so I know she didn't hang up.  As I tried to rationalize, I made myself a tea and went to the phone. It was still dead. Puzzled, I tried the next mode of communication. The computer!

I first had to check my incoming before I could send her an email. I waited. There were 9 emails. This message was contained within the first email. A message part of 'The Belief Buster Mini Course Program'. Coincidence? Nah! I believe things happen for a reason. So I emailed it to her.

This is what I read. I'll share it with you...

Tech Support: Yes, how can I help you?

Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?

Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?

Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?

Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?

Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?

Tech Support: What programs are running?

Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.

13 May 2014

Your Kids And Violent Video Games

Whatever happend to the days when kids go outside to play in the sand, or simply with their toys? Now its all video games, every where you look that is all we see!

These days video games are very popular/common for children and also adults. There is a lot of violence games out there,  the child/player uses the tactics for how to kill someone from the video game and brings it to real life. There have been a lot of incidents about shooting and killing and then what do they say why they killed someone? A lot of the answers will be because they saw it in a video game. But it’s not only about violence; it is also about what it does to your child's body, if he plays too long and never stops until he sleeps, it affects their eyes, and body will always feel very tired.

People have also died from playing video games, believe it or not people have played so long that they forget to eat, drink , go to the washroom, and they were too into the game that they didn't even want to go to sleep! Also it loses your interest of doing other things, going outside, spending time with your family, doing school stuff and also loses interest of learning new things.

Parents might think it’s good because they think they are playing educational games but how popular are educational games? Coming back to violence games, people also get confused in reality and fantasy.

11 May 2014

LOVE YOUR MOTHER, Don't Live To Regret It


When you came into the world, she held you in her arms. You thanked her by wailing like a banshee. When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night long. When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. You thanked her by running away when she called. When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor. When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons. You thanked her by coloring the dining room table. When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays. You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.

When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school. You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!" When you were 7 years old, she bought you a toy. You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor's window. When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap. When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

...Those Teenage Years

04 May 2014

#BRINGBACKOURGIRLS, Mercy Johnson Speaks Out


Sometimes, our realities remind us of the pain of others. My reality as a mother is that I get to see my daughter every day, while the reality of the mothers of the kidnapped 234 Chibok girls is that they don’t even know where their daughters are.

I looked at my daughter and tears came to my eyes that some mothers have the privileges of seeing their kids on a daily basis while the mothers of the kidnapped girls can only console themselves with memories
All well-meaning Nigerians must come together and help these mothers who have been in pain for more than two weeks and make the memory a reality — the reality of seeing their children again.

Let us not for once think that the evil-doers who turn the realities of these mothers to memories cannot do the same to us if they have the opportunities.
This is not a war against select group of people; it is a war against all well-meaning mothers in Nigeria as injustice to one is injustice to all. Let the mothers rise, the men who love them should stand by their right hand and the children who adore them on their left and do all we can in our spheres of influence to ensure that the children come back home safe so that the mothers can smile again.

CHIMAMANDA ADICHIE 'The President I Want'

By Chimamanda Adichie

Some of my relatives lived for decades in the North, in Kano and Bornu. They spoke fluent Hausa. (One relative taught me, at the age of eight, to count in Hausa.) They made planned visits to Anambra only a few times a year, at Christmas and to attend weddings and funerals. But sometimes, in the wake of violence, they made unplanned visits. I remember the word ‘Maitatsine’ – to my young ears, it had a striking lyricism – and I remember the influx of relatives who had packed a few bags and fled the killings. What struck me about those hasty returns to the East was that my relatives always went back to the North. Until two years ago when my uncle packed up his life of thirty years in Maiduguri and moved to Awka. He was not going back. This time, he felt, was different.

My uncle’s return illustrates a feeling shared by many Nigerians about Boko Haram: a lack of hope, a lack of confidence in our leadership. We are experiencing what is, apart from the Biafran war, the most violent period in our nation’s existence. Like many Nigerians, I am distressed about the students murdered in their school, about the people whose bodies were spattered in Nyanya, about the girls abducted in Chibok. I am furious that politicians are politicizing what should be a collective Nigerian mourning, a shared Nigerian sadness.

And I find our president’s actions and non-actions unbelievably surreal.

I do not want a president who, weeks after girls are abducted from a school and days after brave Nigerians have taken to the streets to protest the abductions, merely announces a fact-finding committee to find the girls.

02 May 2014

FREE CHIBOK GIRLS BOKO HARAM!

It's been weeks now, and all we keep hearing is one bad news to another. No positive news on the whereabouts of these girls. You may not be closely related to them, but they could have been any of your relatives or even you and me.

On 15 April 2014, a group of militants attacked the Government Girls Secondary School in Chibok, Borno State, Nigeria. They broke into the school, shooting the guards. A large number of students were taken away in trucks. Houses in Chibok were also burnt down in the incident. The school had been closed for four weeks prior to the attack due to the deteriorating security situation, but the students had been recalled to take a final exam in physics.

Initial reports said 85 students were kidnapped in the attack. Over the 19–20 April weekend, the military released a statement that said more than 100 of 129 kidnapped girls had been freed. However, the statement was retracted, and on 21 April, parents said 234 girls were missing. A number of the students escaped the kidnappers in two groups; estimates for the number of escapees ranged from 30 to 50.

I can't begin to imagine what those girls are going through wherever they are. PLEASE BOKO HARAM free those girls, they were not aware when you decided to terrify the nation for your selfish reasons...they are innocent.

We all are pleading with you since our security agents and people in authority are always "on top of the situation" yet things are going from bad to worse.

Do you have a heart? Please lend your voice in any little way you can. These girls are people's daughters, and sisters. Their families are in anguish.
Let us keep talking until things are gotten right.

This Month... MY RESOLUTIONS

Here is wishing everybody a happy new month of May 2014. I hope you had a rewarding and fulfilling month of April?
April has been quite busy for me...I loved it. I've also been drawing inspiration from Frances writings, she may not be aware of what God is doing through her. I continue thanking God for her.

Thanks for all your lovely comments on my posts so far. If you are new here, thanks for stopping by. Don't forget to leave a comment after reading.


MY NEW MONTH RESOLUTIONS!

Last month I planted a seed, This month I start watching it grow...
This month I start with Thanks, I start with true Happiness by letting go of last month with its baggages.

This month I start by appreciating everything I have. I start by giving my full effort in everything I do.  This month I start by Accepting challenges as a lesson to be learned.  I start with understanding  there is a purpose in my life to fulfill.

This month and beyond I start by Focusing on what God wants me to do, not what I want. I start to Live my life one day at a time.

This May, I start to plant more seeds. I start with Truth, with more Love, more Wisdom. This month, I start with more Compassion, I start with more Understanding.

This month and beyond, I start in the passenger's seat with GOD in the driver's seat.

Have a Happy and Fulfilling New and unique month of May 2014!