peculiar benita

Hello friends!    Its a joy to be here again! I have missed you all...and I mean it. I do hope you all have being doing great! Let me gist you guys a little!    Yesterday evening,I was chatting with a childhood friend and we were relieving some fantastic moments.    We talked about how time flies,how In just a short while,children grow up and become adults. I was a passionate dancer as a kid. Dancing was second nature to me. If a world renowned prophet had told me when I was a kid that I would grow up to become a spoken word poet and even be part of a team that organizes a SPOKEN WORD POETRY CONFERENCE(SWPC),I would have CONFIDENTLY told him he was dreaming!    I mean dance was my life. I danced while cooking,sleeping(I actually learnt how to dance Salsa in my sleep...I am very serious oo),eating..I attended parties just so I could dance. I was even the leader of a dance crew back in TREM(my former church)... Where the hell a...

Hello friends!      I apologize for abandoning this blog and doing other things. It really wasn't intentional. But I am happy to be here again. I did miss being here.        Please give me the honor of informing you that the really hard and difficult situation you went through this year,that almost killing and traumatic experience didn't kill you! if it did,you definitely won't be reading this now. As I type,I remember a particular experience I encountered that almost broke me but the good news is IT DIDN'T!      This year is a memorable one for me for a number of reasons which I won't bore you guys with but I am glad I experienced 2015.....Just in case you are reading this and your list of acheiveables(permit my use of the word) doesn't seem to encourage you at all.      I picture you using your fingers to trace the list you wrote in the beginning of the year only to be disappointed that most ...

   Hi friends!           A few hours ago,I was with a friend outside my  house,we were just talking about secondary school and how fun it was spoke about some of my classmates and where they are right now,the babe who is still in secondary school had more stories to tell compared to me who was done,I had some key stories to tell anyways,you know, as the elder in the duo! Lolz         I left secondary school sometime ago,a lot of my classmates that I expected to graduate together with me on the same day didn't,not because they didn't want to but because they couldn't,for some, circumstances didn't allow.         One of those people is  girl named Matti(that's not her real name but we'll be calling  her that for security purposes),Matti to me was the best female mathematics student,well,at least in my class of about 25 students. Matty was always...

          She  sunk into the bed the moment she got into the room. How does one love and hate at the same time?          She loved her husband more than she loved her own life,she also hated him in the same measure.  He had spoilt whatever self esteem she once had for herself. He had filled her ears with all her inadequacies.  This wasn't the kind of marriage she envisioned as a child.            She had always looked and prepared for a great marriage, one that was a direct explanation of the love Christ had for the church.  A love that was never cold.  A love that complimented not condemned . She could barely remember the last time Bode told her something good about herself.  She spent  a lot of time working for him and the children. All she did, she did for her family.  She barely  had time for herself., she used to make her hair twice a month, now  she ...

             Bode stood the moment he heard the front door open. He stole a glance at the clock resting on the opposite side of the wall and sighed. "Where in the name of God are you coming from?" he asked, keeping his voice down when speaking with his wife was becoming much more difficult in recent times.          Cynthia dropped her bag on the nearest cushion chair and faced her waiting husband. "isn't it obvious. I am coming from work!" "Every working person I know is right in the comfort of their homes. With their families. My beautiful wife comes homes at 2am and expects me to give her a round of applause." he lifted his two hands and jammed them together. "now you have your applause. Thank you for coming back home this  late"             She picked up her bag and made to leave. The last thing she wanted after a hectic...

  JUST MY THOUGHTS!  Hi friends!         I have very limited time so i'm going to say something really short and brief. I have being trampled upon by a lot of people,insulted,made to feel less and the list just goes on...the simple reason is this...MY LOVE FOR THE GOSPEL!       I am not interested in being in the good book of people if it means offending God! I am so sold out to this Gospel and I dont intendon buying myself back. I have being soaked in it,my life is nothing without it. if this Gospel isn't true then my life is done for!        This gospel is the only way to salvation. This Gospel is Jesus. This Gospel burns like fire in my bones. I live for it. I breathe because of it. This Gospel is my life.       I heard pastor Pela say with so much conviction..'I can die for Jesus..." and I didn't understand. I felt He was just blabbing. Until God made me...

 ISTAND! HI GUYS!      Its always a joy to be here again...I have being really packed lately. Moving from camps to camp,getting ready for post Utme which is on Saturday. The summary is,I have being busy! but it feels good to be here,with the best people in the whole world.      It wasn't until a friend of mine,fellow poet and reader of this blog Bankhall asked me when I was going to post again on my blog did I realize its actually being a long. Well,now I'm here and I am  glad.        I went to two camps last month,THE ROCK AND ISTAND respectively. They were both amazing experiences and I learnt so much....and yes I met a lot of new people,especially at ISTAND.      THE ROCK had  new faces but most of the people at THE ROCKI had met before. So it was practically a time with God,fellowshipping with Family and meeting some new faces. ISTAND was totally different. It was filled ...