A  WORD  OF  THOUGHT

 

On  the  wedding  day, the  man  is  called  the  bridegroom. There's a
reason for that. Take that word apart and it becomes  pretty  obvious -He's meant to be the BRIDE-GROOM. That's not just a ceremonial designation. It's actually a job description. The
job of the husband   is to 'groom' his wife. It subtly
connotes an agricultural activity: to  tend, to care
for, to help  improve, to
supply  essentials  for  growth and  to  bring  out the best. The husband is not meant to be the 'bride-groom' on just the
wedding day (and night). That's what he should
be  for  the  rest of  his  life! He should  never  stop
tending, developing  and inspiring  his  bride to the
fullness of  her  potentials. So young  Man, before you start 'delivering  your  manifesto', take a good
look at your  toolbox  and  ask

Yourself  "Is my 'grooming  kit' complete?"
"What exactly do I have to offer  beyond  things?"
"Am I prepared to 'groom' this 'vine' or am I just craving  its  fruits?" And  dear  young  lady,  before  you get carried away with whatever  you're  seeing, ask  yourself: “does  he  have  what  it  takes  to  help  me  become  a  better  PERSON?". (Note the question: it's not just
about , if he can give you better  THINGS). What's
his effect on your  PERSON  so  far? Are you becoming  a better  woman  because of your
association with  him? Is  there  more  clarity  in
your  life? More  discipline? More  kindness? A  better walk with  God? Be wise!

Always  allow  your  intuition  to  save  you  from  a  heartache. All  men  are  not  Dogs.

Same  way,  all  ladies  are  not  door-mats.

Note:  The  only  person  you  can  control  in  a  relationship / marriage  is  your  very  self. Remember,  change  comes  from  within. Don’t  expect  your  partner  to  change  when  you  yourself  refuses  to  realized  your  minor  flaws. None  is  Perfect  except  God!

For  God’s  sake, he / she  doesn’t  wake  up  every  day  to  impress  you.

And  to  those  who  couldn’t  make  it  through  the  Finishing  Line, he / she  may  want  to  keep  it  on  a  friendship  stand  for  the  sake  of  the  ‘’old  rapport’’.

That  wouldn’t  be  a  bad  deal? But  hey,  it  has  its  consequences! Of course, you  aren’t  enemies!

But  to  be  on  the  safer  side,  keep  your  distances! Tell  him / her………… ‘’We  can’t  be  friends’’.

A  friend  wouldn’t  mistreat  a  friend. Remember  the  initial  relationship  started  on  a  friendship  note  before  the  blocks  were  built  to  its  breakdown. The  reason  that led to the  break up  is  simple.

He / she  never  took  time  to  know  you  and  so  failed  to  value  and  love  you  as  he / she  should.

You  can  only  accept  him / her  as  a  friend  only  if  the  break  up  didn’t  lead  to  a  hurt!

This  is  a  toast  to  you, for  those  who  still  have  you  and  the  losers  who  have  lost  you!

Cheers……………………………………..!!!

Inscribed  by: RYTHA.

 

The  Story  Narrated

Just as I was about to step out of his car

Came the soft persuasive words…………….

“I’m all ears……..tell me your story”

Instantly my heart leapt forward in panic and  kept beating like a drum

What an invitation to bitterness is this? I said to myself

Again, why on earth would he want to hear this story narrated?

Is it possible he could bring a relief to my aching chest?

Is this an obsession of fate or an illusion?

Is he going to change the story after it’s been narrated?

Or it’s going to  forever remain the “story narrated”?

Questions I have asked myself but answers I found not

 

Suddenly, there was an echo, the resonating sound  of my heartbeat

Cutting through the marrows of my bones

With that voice saying…..”spill it out”

The pain to voice out a half buried secret of years ago was a core attack through my platonic being which had being shrouded with innocence!

Slide by slide, I unfolded the sacred secret of my solitude life

For me it was a sin that the story be told

Because in that story lay a stream of discretion that flows bottom up and up bottom

In it lay the history called the sacred secret that shouldn’t be told

 

 

But that listener called a “He” broke the yoke of secrecy on the “Mount of Ashiyie”

And as the slides subsided, the heaviness in the narrator’s heart

rolled out leaving the heart empty

Now the listener understood who the narrator was

and so appreciated the in-depth of the story

indeed a story had been narrated on a cold windy Sunday night.

 

NB: Sometimes, we need to give more understanding and appreciation to those who come into our lives. Because there are those who come to listen to our story and lend us their strength in our time of need while others decide to pass us by after our narrated stories.

This piece is dedicated to a dear friend.

I hope I will never give up in chasing my dreams. Even if I fail, I know he’s there to regain my confidence and together, we’ll turn silicon into gold