Wednesday In House News.....

Midweek hailings....

WEDNESDAY MEMO TO YOU

I Salute you....
No cho cho cho today.....I am just here thanking God and relaxing and working..........
HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!!!
So let me confess why comments have been late lately especially in the mornings...Omorrrrrrrrrrrr i just discovered that i was taking small doses of sleeping pills instead of vitamin C.....I dunno how i mixed it up but my hubby discovered it cos i was sleeping too much...Thank God oh..
Hopely when the sleeping phase wears off i go improve.....End of choc cho....

Hugs

BV Sandra please whats my punishment for posting late? *Peeping'*

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NOTORIOUS FOR JESUS

I fell asleep and had a dream about someone who once meant the world to me, my boyfriend from my university days. His name was Ayo.

We met in the most ordinary way: inside a campus taxi. A simple ride turned into a conversation, and before we got down, we had exchanged numbers. The next day he called, and that was how everything began. Soon, I found myself visiting his place often, sometimes even spending the night.

Ayo was the definition of a good man. Warm, kind, loving, dark and incredibly handsome. His smile had a way of lighting up an entire room. He studied Sociology while I was in Linguistics. Sometimes he would come to my department with his friends and stand by the window waiting for me to finish my lectures. In the middle of class, he would make silly, cheeky faces through the window just to make me laugh. I could never concentrate after that; I would spend the rest of the lecture trying not to smile until it ended.

After classes, we would sit under a tree and talk for hours until evening came. His mum sold foodstuffs, so he often brought bags of things from home and happily shared them with me.
Ayo was a dreamer. His plan after school was to start a printing press business. Academically, he wasn’t the strongest, but his capacity for love was unmatched. He loved betting too, and whenever he won, he would hand me all the money with pride.

What began as friendship slowly grew into something deeper, something solid. We shared so many moments, so much intimacy, and we became inseparable. We were so connected that sometimes if I simply mentioned his name, he would call. If I was upset, he would beg until I smiled again. When I once fell seriously ill, he stayed with me in the hospital for days.
I was his heart, and he was mine. He even introduced me to his mother. But there was one problem: Ayo was a Muslim. And my mother was a strict Christian, a deaconess who would never accept that the love of my life was the son of an Alfa.

So Ayo and I made a quiet agreement. Since marriage seemed impossible, we decided we would simply cherish the love we had while it lasted.
We dated from my first year to my final year, four beautiful years. But when we reached our final year and graduation was drawing near, reality began to stare me in the face. I knew I had to prepare for life after school. I needed to find someone I could eventually take home to my family.

So I did the hardest thing I had ever done, I began to pull my heart away from him.
At first, he thought I was joking. But I wasn’t. I stopped picking his calls, slowly letting the love grow cold. By the time we graduated, we had gone our separate ways. He had an extra year to complete while I went for NYSC.
He called many times, saying he wanted to come and see me at my place of primary assignment. But I refused. Not because I hated him, never that. I refused because I knew seeing him again would bring everything back. We would fall into each other’s arms again, and the love we tried to bury would ignite. And I knew the relationship still had nowhere to go. That was fifteen years ago.

Life moved on. I got married, built a life, and had children. But somewhere deep inside me, a part of my heart still remembers him.
I remember especially one difficult time in my marriage when my daughter was very sick and my husband and I were struggling financially. Out of desperation, I reached out to Ayo. Without hesitation, he showed up and helped.
Sometimes I wonder why life works this way. Why do we so often end up apart from the people we loved most deeply? Why can the world feel so cruel?

This morning, I dreamed about him again. In the dream, he had that same warm smile, the one that always melted me. He was doing little things for me, just like he used to.
I’m not unloved in my marriage. My husband is a good man. Truly good.
But if time could somehow turn back… if life gave me a second chance… I think I would choose Ayo.
Ironically, the very person I feared disappointing, my mother, later passed away. And sometimes I can’t help but wonder if, in trying to protect her, I lost the love of my life. Did you marry the love of your life?.

Story AINT COMPLETE DARLING..make una dey talk story well.....you and Ayo gbensh for Uni or not? cos this kind closeness na wah!!!......dem send you g school na gbesh you go gbensh!!!

I had the love of my life but my husband is not one i would trade for anything else abeg...this peace of mind is second to none....Abeg abeg abeg abeg, the love of my love should GETAT whereever he is...MSCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!!

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Dear Undefeated Woman

You survived something that was supposed to break you.**
Always remember that.
The betrayal that was meant to destroy you, didn't.
The loneliness that was meant to swallow you, didn't.
The pain that was meant to finish you, didn't.

**You're still here.**
Not perfect.
Not pretending.
Not fully healed yet.
But **still here.**

And that is not a small thing.
That is God's fingerprints all over your life.

Because there were nights you didn't think you'd make it to morning.
Moments you couldn't see any reason to keep going.
Days you held yourself together with nothing but a prayer and sheer will.

**And you made it through every single one.**
Do you know what that means?
It means you are not ordinary.
The enemy studied you.
Sent his best weapons against you.
Targeted your marriage, your mind, your confidence, your joy.

**And you're still standing.**
That's not luck.
That is God saying, *"This one is mine. You cannot have her."*
So lift your head today.

Not because everything is fixed.
Not because the storm is over.
But because the same God who brought you through yesterday,
**is already in your tomorrow.**
You didn't come this far to fall apart now
**Your breakthrough is closer than it looks.**

Share with a woman who needs to know her survival is not an accident.
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Happy woman crush Wednesday

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WEIRD FACTS

----Kissing helps us determine if someone is a good match.
----- Depression can cause you to dream up to 3 to 4 times more than you normally would.

---- More than 70% of all apologies are meaningless.

----- There are 4 types of drunks: Nice drunks, mean drunks, introverts that turn extroverted when drunk, and drunks who retain mental faculties.

---We are not perfect

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