I've been trying to murder a part of me, albeit unconsciously. It's painful to accept that that's what I've been up to but it is exactly what I’m doing. I've been squelching my writing side. It's annoying...really annoying. I can’t remember the last time I stringed two words together. Two words o!  Whatever happened to that desire of becoming a writer, a full-time one at that, is what I can’t just puzzle out now.  How I used to dream of being in a room, furnished to taste but with lots of books, correct internet access, crumpled papers and of course, my pen, note pad, laptop and common sense.  Twenty-four hours, seven days! How dumb I must have been. God!

You know what? I love God. He loves me too. In fact, He loved me first. He loved me so much that He impregnated me with this writing thing. Did I say that? That's how you know I can't write simple ‘psss’ as things stand now, I can't find words to just capture my feeling. Yes, He impregnated me with this baby I've been trying to kill ('abort' does not just capture the feeling). This is it: I don't want to write but it comes to me. Like an unsatisfied lover. You don’t gerrit?  The mere feeling of putting draft pieces (which I'm growing a cemetery for on Tobby, my long time mini-lappy-friend) gives me satisfaction but I don't get to finish those pisses. Shouldn’t that be ‘pieces’? Rewind and fix the right word, pleeeaaease. Why I don't finish those pieces, I can't still figure out but their ghosts and the spirits of the ones yet unborn (which I'll definitely not finish) have been haunting me. Truth be told, I'm sick.

I AM SICK.

I hate drugs; I've not been thinking drugs. Been thinking mum's meals, the hot, spicy ones (when unaffected by recession, I mean) and what miracles they can work more than anti-malaria. How I miss home? 

I AM HOMESICK.

I am sick. But something says mum's food will do nothing. The same thing says writing this may be of help. Its per second shouts of ‘write…write…write', I’m beginning to think, is my headache and cold.

Here I am indulging a feeling I have consistently squelched, I hope I get well soon. 

But I must not fail to say it, by the way, that I HATE WRITING. 

But you love it

No, I hate it.

Yes, I love it. And I hope the pains it, alongside work-stress and my students, have brought stops altogether this night. My students need me back tomorrow morning.

I wish me a speedy recovery.



So, I’m here again. Like always, I have missed this space. Been really busy settling down in a new life, yeah, so many things are new to me right now. Details on that will come soon. But I have been fine. Trust you are doing good too.
I will be sharing a piece I had to do for a friend’s online platform. I have removed and added a few things. Enjoy it and please, share your thoughts.  Have a nice week ahead.

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Nothing makes one fulfilled than when one sees oneself for who one really is. And also the bonus feeling that comes with such perception of oneself: the desire to get better. A lot about us is tied to our self-image.

The problem with self-image for many people is that they have only viewed themselves the way people or circumstances have defined them. We live in a world where measures with which one can be weighed abound all around. Each day goes by with at least a person placing you on their scale. And boom! Right before you is (or are, as the case may be) what Tom or Jerry think (s) you are.

In such world, it becomes necessary that one’s self-image be at an all-time high. I have suffered pangs from emotional distress and esteem deficiency issues on account of how I found myself being viewed by people. Depending on one’s space, tens or hundreds of pairs of eyes view one every single day. For me, it is the latter. How do I drag myself into seeing me the way those other persons (hundreds!) do? I think doing that can only amount to a lifetime of worry and consequently, back-to-back dissatisfaction.

However, here is what I have come to discover, I am me. I can’t be anything else but me. What I see about me is what I am. That, by the way, does not mean I am almost-God or anything that captures such wrong belief.

As many as the factors that can be responsible for a negative or poor self-image can be, they are the least of the issues this piece will bother itself about. Rather, let’s have some of the ways one can boost one’s self-image as our focus:

Here we go:

Remember you are unique
You are you, different from anyone else. Stop comparing yourself with others.
Know you and your Purpose
You are what God has made you. When you have an understanding of this, you see a true image of you. God sees you only in the light of what He has put in you; what He has sent you to do here and the provisions He has made for you. Jesus needed nobody to tell Him who He is. No wonder He could assertively tell the devil He is the Lord while He was being tempted. He walked and worked in the understanding of His purpose too. Do you know yourself? And your purpose?

Grow ear-filters
I discovered at a point in my life what I hear about me does a lot, too much even, to me. It definitely will disturb or delight me anyway. However, I have also come to realise that both comments could come from the most insincere hearts. Mark these: don’t be too disturbed by the negative ones; beware also of the joy that wells in you when you are lauded. Difficult? The next point will address the difficulty.

Be deliberate about surrounding yourself with positive people
Choose to be around those that are willing to see you get better. Not every person around you is worthy company. Positive people want to see you conquer your demons, always. That you are mileages from that point doesn’t matter to them. It takes a positive person to see beyond the ‘current obvious’ and to offer the right comments. Remember the scriptural twelve spies?

Focus more on your strengths
This does not in any way imply that you neglect your weaknesses and have them puncture your progress wheel continually. While you work at dealing with your weaknesses, can you take some more time to appreciate and maximise your strengths?
I remember Mike Murdock making a reference to how this works in his book, The Law of Recognition. Here is how he describes it:

Marilyn Hickey, my long-time friend, shared an interesting experience. She had just returned from China…China has the greatest Ping-Pong players on earth. So, she asked the master Mentors of their champions how they handled the weaknesses of their protégés. They explained that they ignore them, choosing rather to spend all of their teaching time on developing their dominant trait or gift to its highest level possible. They explained that if the dominant strength of a player received total focus, it would compensate for any weakness elsewhere in their form.

Read, listen…just develop
Feed on materials that will help you develop in your sphere of interest. Books, podcasts and other such materials are always around us, maximise them. Your dexterity in addressing issues in your sphere has a way of boosting how you view yourself. There is a consequential approval and confidence that comes with studying.

Dress well
One of those things that help boost your self-image is the way you are dressed. One special way of making people come to terms with their newly acquired statuses in scriptures is to have them decked in special apparels. Remember Joseph and the prodigal son. While you dress like the king and queen that you are, don’t forget to be moderate. Look good and you’ll definitely feel good about you.

Prepare for contingencies
Your self-image is enhanced when eventualities come and you can handle them without giving away a sweat drop. It took a Joseph to save Egypt and surrounding nations during a seven-year drought. Be your own Joseph. SAVE! You can never be displeased with yourself for doing so.

I feel like an unrepentant sinner each time I come here to do some sort of comeback post. Truth be told, there are times that reality could be so so so overwhelmingly shitty you want to call passion shit.  That’s why I prefer that you kill me than to have me not appreciate all dem bloggers that have been blogging consistently for years. You know what? You guys are life savers! You keep people like me sane. Though we offer empty plates and saucers to those who come calling at our room and parlour here on blogosphere for months o, we still chop from your different cubicles every day. And of course, we chop and clean mouth.

I have missed this space. Writing is what we do here. And it is just passion. It’s not going to just foot my bills yet. So far, it has not been doing that. And my needs stare wide eyed at me every morning I open my eyes. I scratch and scratch and scratch my eyes to see if they will just stop staring at me but hey, they won’t. That’s their default pose.

If writing is paying in your backyard, I’ll be hyper-grateful to come claim my share o. Forward the address, please.

I have missed this space. The space has made me friends and foes alike. Thanks to those, among my little community of readers who will still call and drop messages to want to know why I have not been posting here.

And for those of you who didn’t remember me, I love you to the moon but not back.*duckstoavoidbottles*

I'm here now and I'm itching to share something. I’ll just do with some shikini things I learnt recently. I look forward to you sharing yours too in the comments section. 

    Admit it when you mess or mess up. Own up; apologise.


  









    Shut your mouth and do it. Talking about it is mileages away from doing it.




   







    Nobody’s got it all. Feed the gifts of others, not their weaknesses.



  












    The drop you have is an ocean to someone close by. Learn to share.


  



    While I pray, I leave my eyes open. We pray more than we see most times. Open your eyes and see what God is bringing your way and never trivialise small beginnings.


  










     Time is the fuel of friendship. You don’t appreciate someone you don’t spend time   with. Check it again.




  





     Asun can be really tempting. I never knew… 


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