Lizzy's Haven

It was three days ago, that I stepped out of the house to go somewhere and chill. I took a public transport and immediately I sat down inside the taxi, I became concerned about who the next passenger would be because this person will be sitting right beside me. So few minutes had past before this guy came and as he made his way to take his seat beside me, I smiled warmly. I don't exactly remember how he looked, so his look was not the reason I smiled. From the door, I could smell him, he was wearing a nice perfume and clean black hoodie. Why is this important to write about ? Well, if you sometimes use the public transport like myself, you will agree with me that some humans are dirty and actually careless of the discomfort their dirtiness causes others.  The male gender sits strongly on this table, they are always the ones to think that selfcare or using deodorant is a womans thing. "No broda", it's not a woman's thing ooo, so please, bath

It is not that I do not know how to fight. It is that the little demons I fight, grow up overnight and muster the strength to defeat me.  It is not that I do not speak but the people seated with me, do not listen to what I say. It's almost like my voice has no sound or my words simply makes no sense.  It's not that I do not try but failure is guaranteed even before I set out to try.  Writing is my safe place, so I write but people do not read anymore and those that try to, don't read between the lines and so they miss the message.  I do not come to you by chance and I won't leave by chance. I walked to this point I am right before your eyes. You're too blind to see and too occupied to notice but the time keeps ticking and my weary walk continues till  it stops.  "Fight" they say but when does one win? "Speak out" they say but who truly listens?  "Try" but how hard does one have to try before it's enough?  I do not plan t

 My greatest joy in life at the moment is that, I get to be an aunt to amazing nephews and nieces, who in their individuality and uniqueness, add a little more colour to my otherwise boring life. 😂😂 Well, I will be writing about one of them today, her name is Abundance.      I was having a very random conversation with my cousin this morning and I recalled my very funny moments with my little niece and we had a good laugh.  Abundance was age four at the time and she has a sister Praises, who is almost 3years older to her. Praises at age six/seven could spell very well and so when they visited with my other niece and nephew, I would naturally engage them in spelling bee but there was no one of them, who was more excited about this exercise than Abundance. She would always jump whenever I tell them to come to my room for spelling bee. I was intrigued by her excitement and went on to use her as an example to the other ones who didn't show as much excitement.

                        RAY OF HOPE

How many times have you asked God for something and then feel disappointed in the end because you think He didn't answer? But what if He answered but you were not even prepared for it? The fact that you asked, doesn't mean that you're ready for it.     Opportunity doesn't come to us because we deserve or ask for it. I think opportunities are everywhere and available to everyone but for you to see or get any opportunity, you have to first draw a mental picture of that which you want and have your mind at alert and get informed about where and how to look for such opportunity. I think opportunities exists with us in countless forms but if you're not prepared for it or consciously paint a mental picture of what you are looking for in your mind's eye, you will walk pass or even live with opportunities without knowing it. I do have a story to share and here it goes...      Over the years I have repeatedly visited my cousins in Asaba, Delta state and there

                                                    ONOME  Her name was Onome, meaning "my own" and she had no owner and owned nothing. Her only inheritance was her pretty sorrowful smile, that made her the richest poor thing around. She lived in rags handed to her by her keepers. Keepers that led her to an unwanted rest in a six-feet castle of gold, decorated with many flowers than she ever needed. What a love !!! They over fed her, till her stomach groaned from emptiness. They where the proud inventors of her laughter that came with painful tears. Tears that she drank from until her thirst was quenched.  She sang of the good deeds they did, to hurt her whole being. They dressed her in a beautiful transparent gown, before the hungry eyes of onlookers and her cry was a melody to their ears. The rare times when pleasure meets pain.  Now that their lovely hands have taken her breath away, she is dressed in a beautiful  expensive gown, picked out by her keepers. They