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"If they had a gun to your head, waiting to shoot you for declaring that the Catholic Church is the one true church of Christ, will you declare it?"
"I don't know" I said

I don't know because I've never thought about it but now, I've been given the reason to think about it and arrive at a decision.

The president's answer may not have been appropriate simply because he couldn't stand up to declare what the majority believes in.
It may be appropriate because he had the minority in mind.
And in addition, he's open the door for it's discussion and thorough thinking in order to arrive at a decision

The issue of homosexuality and it's legalization is an issue that hasn't been talked about as much as feminism is spoken about. With the president's answer, it has opened the door for it's discussion, which is the first step of communicating a possible policy and arriving at a yes or no decision.

The world is fast evolving. Idea…



It was a very sunny day. Laziness had engulfed my whole being. Yet, I still made my way to the sewing shop, as I had promised myself to do, no matter what.
As usual, she was there before me. After greeting her and settling down to do what I had to do for the day, suddenly it was past noon and we both were famished.
I went to get us Kofi brokeman (grilled plantain with groundnuts) and water to wash it down. That had become our afternoon meal almost without a choice. As usual, we had a conversation as we ate.

My Madam had suffered untold hardships for most part of her life. From going a whole day without food, walking miles from home to the shop she was an apprentice at and back mostly on an empty stomach, getting soaked in rains of insults from her sharp tongue Madam and many more unfortunate incidents.

"Hmm Senam, 3to dabi kraa a, na mep3s3 megyae" (sometimes, she'll want to quit) but she didn't. Because she believed that the end was going to be beautif…


This month we'll be looking at a new discovery in our floated thoughts segment. This new discovery is Frank Stanford, an American poet.


Frank Stanford (August 1, 1948 – June 3, 1978) was an American poet. He is most known for his epic, The Battlefield Where The Moon Says I Love You—a labyrinthine poem without stanzas or punctuation. In addition, Stanford published six shorter books of poetry throughout his 20s, and three posthumous collections of his writings (as well as a book of selected poems) have also been published.

Frank Stanford was born Francis Gildart Smith on August 1, 1948 to widow Dorothy Margaret Smith at the Emery Memorial Home in Richton, Mississippi. He was soon adopted by a single divorcee named Dorothy Gilbert Alter, who was Firestone's first female manager.

On the Saturday evening of June 3, 1978, Stanford committed suicide in his home in Fayetteville after his wife confronted him about his infidelity.

For this week, here's a poem titled; Freedom, R…


Hey there! I'm not using WhatsApp. Lol
It's a new week people, didn't start well for me though and I know I'm not alone, to some of you, it didn't start well either. But you know what? You're not alone and I promise you that, if only you believe and have faith, even before the week ends, you'll be praying that it shouldn't, because it would have turned around to be going great for you.

Let's get down to business, shall we?
A few weeks ago, I posted a facebook status update saying "the devil isn't lazy, why should you be?" and someone left a comment saying "so now the devil has become a role model" and my answer was "yes".

There's a saying that, when life throws lemons at you, you make lemonade. This tells us that, we can actually turn challenges into successes right? So why can't we do a similar thing with the enemy, the devil??

Do you realize that God created the devil? (as an angel of course) Do you also r…



Today, after going back to finish the six panelled slit, I had put down for weeks out of frustration, my next assignment was to make "gathers" for a dress. You should have been there to see how frustrating it was.

I had to make two rows of machine stitches along the edges of a two yard cloth. Before I put the cloth through the machine, I checked my bobin to see if the thread was going to finish soon and realizing that it was, I lifted my head up to take the thread out, and voila! There was a bobin full of thread of the same color I was using. So the lazy me just replaced the almost finished one with the one I had found.

The beginning of my woes.
The first row went well, really well. So I proceeded to the next one, I stiched all the way to the middle and the thread got torn. The thing about making gathers is that, once the thread gets torn, you'll have to take out the stitches and make a new one. So, I patiently did that and started again. For the ne…