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New Year Greetings


With the New Year comes new dreams, visions, and desires…a fresh chance at a new start. Here’s hoping life opens up the year to us like never before; dreams falling in place, purposes taking flight, visions realized.

Happy New Year! May it be your best yet…

Last year, my fingers didn’t find time for the keyboard or pen as much as I would have liked, and it looks like it might be no different this year.

I will continue to write in my notes and such but I might not be able to share as I would like to…some major accomplishments require my undivided attention, and so I need to reprioritize my time, and schedule. I will make every effort to share whenever I can but please don’t hold me to it, especially if I go several months without sharing anything.

Feel free to reach out via email, Facebook, or twitter. I can’t promise I will be regular on those outlets as well, but it will be nice to hear from you once a while.

Have a fulfilling and blessed 2014.

Love loads,


Poets& writers of poems are innocent to behold
Imagination swirling and painting rainbows
In their flustered minds

Words are more than alphabets conjoined from preschool
Syllables more than breaks and form
Love is most definitely more than a four letter word
Do not get them started on hate
Their thoughts often deep and with intent

Don’t be fooled however by their canvas of words 
Spilling butterflies cocoa socks& silver lines
On a clear summer noon

Innocence is far from their flustered creative minds

*Post 500 :)* Have a wonderful week friends, God bless*

Apologies And Good News


I feel the need to apologize to you…the past few days or perhaps even weeks I feel like I have not been on my blogging game lately, and have not interacted as much as I would like to…a huge number of comments are awaiting responses, please bear with me I will get to them in a few, I promise…

It feels like I am just finally entering the realm of motherhood even though I have been a mommy for 3 years…let me explain, the most of this year has been spent trying to find a school for the girls, and I never knew getting into preschool was a task on its own…and then their usual 1 or 2 activities depending on the season has now increased to about 3…phew!!! So it feels like I am constantly moving and there is no down time…if there is any it is spent napping with them or reciting ABC’s’…this has made it hard to blog as I would like or even write…but once we settle into the new schedule, I am most certain things will work out even better.

Now for the good news, I got an email that made my evening yesterday…if you remember this post…well, I got a message from Patty of discoveranddecour …yay!!! She explained her absence…and is thankful that we all missed and thought of her…thank you all so much…I am sure in time she will be back to blogging…

Now I am off to respond to comments:). Have a lovely rest of the week.

God bless

Little Toddler Loves


Going west to set
The sun goes down quietly…

My little toddler loves return home
I awaiting with open arms
Embrace the lights of my world
My precious moons
And early morning sunshine(s)

These little bodies
Giggling love in every laughter
Into my eager and itchy ears
A day spent in absolute love
And profound gratitude
Content we are again all together

They tell me of their day
Amidst kisses and hugs
And I silently thank the sun
For going back west
Thus letting the doors open
For my little toddler loves
To rush home

To my eager excited open arms

* When the girls come home after a day at care, they rush in with so much excitement and gratitude…the sun was setting on Tuesday when I head them at the door…that moment inspired this poem. I tried to find a picture to compliment the poem…but didn’t find any suitable one. Have a lovely Friday and a great safe weekend!*



At the time
the concept seemed
so secure

Now I don’t know
now I’m not sure

Still I’d like to go back
for some more

Maybe 1
Perhaps 2

Cos even though it’s
Insecure and might be no use
I still would like 1
Or 2…

What our tears won’t say.


I was thinking about what to post today, and decided on a poem. I had thought about posting something about the school shooting that happened in Ohio yesterday, but I didn’t quite feel up to it. I decided I would write a poem about something uplifting or even funny, but as I picked up my IPad, there was an alert from CNN that another student had died from the shooting. I couldn’t ignore that.

I couldn’t write a poem to describe what had happened at Ohio, I wasn’t there, and didn’t want to take away from the pain of the community, students, parents, and the school. But I still wanted to honor them in my own little way. I have been a part of this kind of experience before, when my school was attacked by a gunman on Valentine’s Day. I was on campus that day, and I remember the panic, confusion, fear, and disbelief as we got the news. It hit home even more because I took classes in the room where the devastation occurred, and was there only the day before.

I remember crying for days, and wondering why we hurt ourselves so much. I had so many questions, and was so unhappy that one of the places that should be the safest environment in the world had now become one of the most unsafe. It’s unfortunate that these senseless deeds keep happening.

What our tears won’t say was written for the Northern Illinois University community, and I haven’t adjusted it in anyway, but I want to dedicate it to every institution of learning that has been through the tragedy of an on- campus shootings, and rampage. I dedicate it to all the students atChardonHigh School, especially to the families who have lost their children. May you find peace in this devastating calamity.

What our tears won’t say….

This kind of tragedy should never be known amongst us

Not on a center of learning, not on a field of knowledge

But then it happens, and we are deeply reminded

Reminded of life’s fragility, its frailty

And so we cry, we curse, we fear, and then we try to sleep

Hoping that it’s all a nightmare, a really bad one

Then we break out in sweat, we are awake, thinking what a dream

And as we try to go back to sleep, just when our heads hit the pillow

Reality sets in… and so sleep is gone… we are deep in thoughts

We try to make sense of the senseless…we search for hope, albeit false

Then we remember, we are Notable, we are Illustrious, we are United

We are NIU…Huskies pride

So we know that we can move on, not forgetting February 14 2008

Yet, not allowing it to define us, we have come too far for that

We honor our past, we live and cherish our present, and together we build our future

Because we are Notable, we are Illustrious, we are United…

We are Huskies pride…We are NIU

Untitled: Still I Write.


My first attempt at writing anything was at age 13, it was a poem, (Universal Woman). It was written for my secondary school principal, the now late Rev Sr. Cecilia Adeniran. It was her birthday and I thought to give her a gift, and so I wrote the poem.

I don’t know where the words came from, but they were honestly magical; it celebrated the power of being a woman regardless of our profession, or color. It talked about a woman’s strength. She liked it a lot and I remember her telling the vice principal that I had written a wonderful poem for her, fortunately I had given one to the vice principal as well, it was titled (woman). They both liked it. After that, I started writing poems, notes and anything that came to my mind. Unfortunately on march 17 1994, I lost those poems along with everything my family owned in a fire that destroyed our home. I stopped writing.

16 years and the birth of my twin girls later, I wrote again (A mother’s simple reflections). I haven’t stopped since…I don’t intend to ever stop again. In some ways, when i am writing i feel like that 13 year old girl again, at peace and calm. Expressing my thoughts through words that sometimes just seem to come. I am no Maya Angelou, or Robert Louis Stevenson, but I know that some words come to me and they go beyond my own human intelligence, or comprehension of words, that I feel the need to express and document them. I know I have to write. Sometimes it’s a hit, other times it not. But the great thing for me is that I continue to write. Who knows what it would bring?