Pulchritude

I’m tall, short, I’m slim, fat, I’m fair, dark I’m quiet; I talk, I’m timid, blunt I’m feisty, gentle Who and what do I need to be before you accept me and be comfortable with me without judging me Knowing a bit of a whole does not mean you understand the whole I used to like blue; I don’t like it anymore  I used to love red; I don’t love it anymore I used to hate black; I don’t hate it anymore Do you have to be disappointed because I fail to match your description of me? Accept the change you get every time you get it I thought we all know that ‘change is the only constant thing in life’? I’m only reminding you peradventure you forgot Don’t judge Understand both parts of the coin before you conclude your research and assume that you know. Free me to be me, the being that was created uniquely by the Maker Himself. I’m just human, and I’ve got flaws. Jy

There is nothing with a beginning that has no end. When it begins, it is fresh; it rejuvenates, it brings  life, you become proud of yourself for starting a new thing. The middle of the start can be in two ways- it can drag, or fly. Sometimes, the drag or flying may have nothing to do with your input. No matter what comes, decide to stay high up and keep the flag flying Stay away from bad vibes or bad energy Reinvent, re-stategize, restart and just do something that keeps you moving irrespective of what your sweet beginning has become. That struggle starts with you in the middle,  It still requires you to make it work  Just remember, everything that has a beginning must surely have an end Always remember that life does not stop anyone who does not know how to stop,  The earth or whatever powers, can't stop you, if you do not believe that it can stop you. Don't give up!

Long gone are the days when children could really play and be children. Long gone are the days when adults see children as children and not as an object that should be abused emotionally or psychologically. Long gone are the days when husband work tirelessly, while their wives stayed at home to nurse, groom and mould values and good characters into their children. Long gone are the days when love and marriage was organized by families of prospective spouse(s). Long gone are the days; when a man truly loves one woman and sticks to her till death do them part. Long gone are the days when men needed/had too many wives to bear children in other to help out on the farm in Africa. Long gone are the days when uncles could gladly bath and dress a niece without the fear of actual rape. Long gone are the days when female children were 100% safe to be left with their fathers. Long gone are the days, when I was a child and totally naïve and unable to boldly expres