COLOR MY LOVE

With this season comes the wash of red

A washing of blood viciously bled

Red to depict fiery, burning passionate emotion

Feelings first, no heed to sense or caution.

My love is good, true and Blue

Color it Blue, it speaks to you.

My love is Warm, Dynamic and Orange

So Roiling across the different range

My love is sunny shiny Yellow

Color it happy, it never leaves you hollow

My love is Royal Purple

Fit for no one but MY king.

My love is Rich and Green

Fruitful and Rewarding

Colour My Love

For it is more shades than red.

Golden Love,
D2AGE

LOVE=CHOICE

AH! Is this how I’m going to start this month?! Of all months this February?! I’ve been DUMPED! Ah my poor heart!

Unceremoniously and without preamble, my angel tells me ‘Mom, I can’t be your best friend anymore!’ the statement that brought my head up from my phone quick as a flash, and had me befuddled!

‘Why?’ I gently inquire, checking to see if I have in anyway defaulted on any promise, or not been ‘bestfriendly’ in any of my recent actions, behavior, words… what will prompt this one again bikonu?!

‘Mom, family can’t be best friends, they already share a blood bond that they can’t break. Best friends come by ‘choice’! Oh ho!! Na me send you to school, no vex Ette! But, I’ve got the upper hand, because you see, apart from the fact that I’ve had several more years of schooling, and life experiences; I’m a woman and a mom! These species know ALL things! LOL! So I have just the perfect rejoinder! Perfect because it’s TRUE!

‘But babe, I may have a blood bond, but not necessarily like you, so I’ll try to escape you or give you up, or ignore you. I love you, because yes there is the blood bond, but I really LIKE YOU, and CHOOSE YOU as MY best friend!’ That won me silence, one of his intense looks to see if I was telling the truth, then a big, tight hug! Ahhh!

This thing called love is in the air, its February afterall. Everyone is on the band wagon of St. Valentine. It’s so noisy on this wagon, that you barely find the peace to settle your heart and rediscover what the essence of true love is; understand what the authenticity of what it really feels and looks like. Too many times we chase the vapors, sacrifice our values, on a type a shadow, at best a certified photocopy.

Love must first start from you, for how can you ‘choose’ genuine love, if we cannot recognize it? How can we recognize it, if we don’t first recognize the originator? And it’s not St. Valentine! The refrain of a song plays in my ears as I type this ‘…thank you for loving me, too much o! excess love o! It took me a while, but I finally recognized You, and Accepted that You CHOSE TO LOVE ME, not because, but although, warts and all, ‘cos that’s just who YOU are. We share a bond I can’t escape from, only be liberated by.

What manner of Golden Love?

D2AGE

THE BIG PLAY OFF- HEART VERSUS RING

It’s another Saturday, and women know the horror of going to the market on Saturdays for the weeks’ supply of groceries. Honestly, the government that that helps us establish ultra-modern markets will have my life time vote! (or something like that! LOL). 

Anyways, I courageously head to the market this Saturday morning (because a girl must do what a girl must do) and expectedly it is the same crazy mix of humans, cars, wares and some animals here and there, all screaming and tooting horns as the feeling takes them, which was quite often. Parking of course was the usual nightmare. However I spy a spot on the street a short distance from the market and quickly park my car, heading out to the market before anyone can call me back.

On getting to my car after buying my groceries, what do I meet but an enterprising young man busily washing my car! It’s a good day so I start to chuckle. This my country! You hustle to make a buck with much risk! I ask him, ‘Oga so na by force washing be this now?’ ‘No oh, madam, I just say make I wash am, if you appreciate me, no problem.’ Was his response.

I stand watching him complete his task as my mind flies with thoughts. You see, this is how some of my single sisters, quickly ‘occupy’! They see a guy, who isn’t in a relationship,-ding ding! Potential husband material, and go on autopilot- 'I can groom him, make myself useful, get him hooked on me, till he sees he can’t live without me'. Then they start to call 'just checking on you', forming nice 'have you eaten', Being concerned 'hope the fuel situation is not stressing you', giving of themselves 'I believe in you, here, take my life savings and start the business,'...

 Like the enterprising man, it’s a risk! That play sometimes pays off with the ding a ling a ring, but other times… I may have come back from my shopping with no extra cash to spare, or given him something far lower than his effort. Some guys just enjoy the attention showered on them, but their empty pockets (hearts) has no love to spare! Some enjoy the attention, and when asked is this going to get to the Promised Land, they go ‘you’re like a sister to me!’

A play off of your heart, time, effort, emotions, resources for a ring might be worth it, but girls you may want to reconsider. The stakes are high. Moreover, you’d always wonder, did he really choose you, or is he merely coasting having just gone passively with the tide?

You’re worth a definite stand, and a pursuit! Only #occupyoninvitation

For my golden girls, because you’re worth it!

D2AGE.

ORIGINAL IS GOOD

It’s really a blessing to be part of the growing up years of a child. Watching a human take shape in their opinions, and convictions. I am constantly in awe of it, and humbled, that I have the opportunity and great responsibility to be part of that.

As with most of my posts, this one is inspired by a conversation with my Prince. His holiday project was one that he put much attention to do, and was quite proud of the finished work, which he eagerly took to school to submit. There was however the slight confusion of if we were to draw or use a real flower. First day of school and the usual conversation of how school was ensued.

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How about your project? Did you submit it?’

‘No, the teacher didn’t come to our class’ was the response.

‘Okay, so did you see others from your class mates? Did they draw or did they use a real flower.’ ‘Everybody drew’.

‘hmm…, well do you want us to quickly draw one?’ I asked,

‘No its okay, mine is original, original is good’

Wow! That pleased me. You’ve got to understand that even as adults very few people are courageous enough to stand for what they believe even if they are the only one. To be true to themselves, and hence the world. To live in liberation of who they truly are before the world wittingly and unwittingly conditioned them, forming a caricature of who they truly are.

My son is a generous person. That’s his true nature, this last Sunday, he didn’t have the opportunity to put his offering in. A teenager observed him with the money, and asked that he give it to him to use for transport. My son gave. When I heard the story, my reaction was that he had just been conned! But who is to say that he was? You see my conditioning had led me to reveal myself as a suspicious, afraid being, ever watchful for the manipulative antics of other humans. My son, still fresh in his honesty, walked in love to give freely, obtaining the joy that comes from living free, genuinely seeing the good in people.

As with most folks, the beginning of the year is usually reflective. I’ve been thinking and examining. I’ll confess that it hasn’t been a very easy process. Who am I really? Before the conditioning of experience, exposure, education, socio-economic and political culture? Before the hurts, disappointments, rejections and other hard knocks of life? Am I living my authentic self? Does my voice ring true for the convictions and values I hold dear, or is it a hollow echo of someone else’s truth? I don’t know. I do know that I am courageous enough to dig deep, and willing to unveil the queen behind the veil. Won’t you do the same for you?

Be Original, Original Rocks

Living the Golden Life

D2AGE

2018 – STRATEGIES FOR CATCHING A MAN!

LOL! Even I am tickled by the title, and it’s for real! Seriously! This post was inspired by the Holy Spirit as I listened to sermon in church (I assure you I was listening to the sermon, which was totally unrelated to this post. I’m a woman after all, and a veritable Queen of multitasking!)

Going straight into the matter – Remember I told you my best friend inspired this so scripture is involved, and it’s a common one – Proverbs 18 verse 22. ‘He who finds a wife, finds a good thing’ I’ve just read that scripture before, and glossed over it. Today, my eyes were open to a hidden truth, which I’d like to share with the rest of my single sisters.

Firstly (Please follow me closely, and may your heart of understanding be opened), English tells us that a ‘wife’ is someone who is married, right? So how then can a man find an ‘unmarried woman’ and it be described that he has found ‘a good thing’ and hence the title ‘wife’ is bestowed, just upon the finding, NOT the marrying. Which therefore means, that A WIFE IS A WOMAN WHO IS GOOD. Hence for 2018, we are going to set strategies to be good, Better, BEST!

Strategy 1. Do more, Talk Less! 2018 is not the year for yakking, whining, complaining, nagging, and so forth! It is the year for DOING! What’s that dream you’ve always had? Start about it! What’s the training you’ve always wanted to do? Go on and begin! Set clear, reasonable goals, draw up a realistic plan to achieve, identify strengths and obstacles, determine ways to overcome, and please go right ahead and take that first step!

Strategy 2. Be discerning and deliberate. Develop your success grid and pass EVERYTHING through it. What does your success look and sound like? Does this location serve it? Does this outfit reflect it? Does my network bolster it? Babes, we gotta be DELIBERATE about it. No wishy-washy half efforts. Be specific and goal oriented. People and things will align.

Strategy 3. Be quick to forgive. Leave the drama and weight of bitterness and offence in 2017. For 2018 goals, you need clear head space! This is the tricky one babes, our ‘feelings’! That thing is a land mine! Here’s a quick news flash for you darlings - You are not A SLAVE TO YOUR EMOTIONS! Something that fickle shouldn’t control and dictate your (re)actions! Submit your emotions to the clear logic and dominion of your spirit! That being said, you’ve gotta feed your spirit!

Strategy 4. Get Involved! What’s the discussion around your success? Can you influence it? Can you contribute to it? Who are the drivers of your success? What relationships do you have with them? I hear you say ‘the madness and unrealism of social media is not for me’, errr, well you can go look for a rock and live under! This age, social media is the game, to play it get insulated (with the right values), not isolated!

Doggedly follow through on your goal to becoming Good (Better and BEST) and trust me, you will be found!

Declaring a Prosperous and Successful 2018 to you! Happy New Year!

Be Good, Be Golden!

D2AGE

Plaintain-ish

I was passing through the market today and decided to get some groceries. A nice, fresh healthy meal, to nourish the body and soul. For those who know me, cooking is therapeutic, and eating good food is….well simply great! I love good food! (Comment below, what’s your favourite meal to eat/cook)

So I’m examining some plantains, and another seller close by pitches in with her opinion, urging me to take another bunch other than what I had selected. The bunch she encouraged me to take were not good compared to the one I was considering. Scrawny, black, immature fingers of plantain! It was however one finger more than my choice. ‘Ah madam, you no get good eye, this plantain fine!’ perhaps it was the sun, because normally I just smile and say thank you at stuff like that. This time however, I managed to hold on to my temper, and just turned my back in a deliberate bluff. Why would you try to persuade me to accept substandard products? If you were the one buying would you select those? Or perhaps she actually thought she was doing me a favour as her selection was (a bit) more.

Back home, preparing my plantain dish, and pondering it over, I draw similarities. It’s another year end. You’re still alone. And ‘friends, well-wishers, family’ would try to ‘offer’ you advice to settle down. ‘What happened to brother so and so? How about that one that used to come around? That fine boy in your office complex nko? His bow leg isn’t too noticeable, or you can teach him to improve his oral hygiene, or (my personal favorite) he needs a woman like you to push him and build him up, to be a real man!’ Biko, Aunty, Park Well! Jesus is the chief builder. Singleness is just another part of life, same as being married is.

So this piece is to us single ladies, 10 more days, yes something can still happen, but regardless, eagerly anticipate 2018 (if Jesus tarries), for YOU. Make those goals, SMASH those goals! Go to that wedding, and have yourself a merry good time! Enjoy the season for You! If you feel like a moonlit stroll, please do so, don’t bemoan the fact that you stroll alone. If you want to go for that party, please do, ignore the comments, dazzle a smile at the looks, a man on your arm isn’t an accessory to be depressed about. Don’t settle, when you know better.

If you want an awesome dish (marriage) pick the right ingredients!

Love you, do YOU, BE GOLDEN!

D2AGE

"IT’S A DOG, NOT A CAT, A DOG CANNOT BE A CAT!"

Hi people, it’s the holidays! Hopefully it will not be spent gallivanting and stuffing my cheeks, but for more serious introspection on how I’d like to shape 2018. LOL!!! Who am I kidding?!

Anyways, let me gist you guys. Walahi these children are inspired by the Holy Spirit, either that or He just has a wacky sense of humor using our kids who should be learning from us to teach us! I vote the latter! What do YOU think?

So I was having a conversation with my precocious 8 year old over dinner, and he was (yet again, doesn’t he ever give up?!) campaigning for a dog. “Mom just a little one, a Chihuahua, that’s a house dog, and it won’t create a big mess because it’s little!”  I think to myself, you don’t know it’s the little creatures that create the most mess! Instead I respond, “Who is going to train it to know exactly where it’s going to poo and all that? I don’t want my house all stinky!”. “Okay Mom, I will train it, will you provide its own toilet?” “Well not like a real toilet, more like a box with some sand in it, that you can take out and clean out” I respond. Bobo doesn’t even let me finish … “Mom, it’s a Dog not a Cat, You’re describing a litter box, that’s what that is, a dog doesn’t use litter boxes, a dog cannot be a Cat!” My usual fluent self is silent, with no comeback, save to think O K A Y! That’s certainly telling me!

Immediately, my own classroom begins, and good friend that I am, I’m willing to share (Big Grin).

So many times we forget who we are and try to become cats. Maybe because of the economy, we try to bend and adapt our way through to become something we are not. Perhaps it’s our friends, and family, who pressure us with expectations, trying to make us cattish, not so much the dog’s that we truly are. Defining what should or shouldn’t be. Is it society, that relationship, our own insecurities? Whatever the factor, we’ve been made to conform, silence our true identities and blend into the expectations, faithfully ignoring the back pain that has arisen from carrying all that baggage of pressure, expectations, conformities, etc!

Don’t get me wrong, cats are beautiful creatures, with very defining qualities. So what’s wrong you ask? IT’S NOT WHO YOU ARE! Who are you? Yes, YOU?! There’s a place in this world for each and every one of us, with all our quirks and imperfections! You are not defined by your job, position in society, bank account, acts of heroism, family, or status. YOU ARE WHO GOD SAYS YOU ARE! Bask in the certainty that You Are! Are Created, Known and Loved by the Almighty GOD! “…and if our heart condemns us, God is greater than our heart!” (1^st John 3:20)

I return back from my very liberating reprieve, and listen avidly to his chatter! Smiling so beatifically that he stops to compliment, ask, and without waiting for my answer continues on with his chatter.

Discover, Revel, Remain True to the Golden You…

D2AGE