OCEAN IN A SAND BUCKET

I found myself midway between the rocky towering mountains and the never- ending ocean. Goosebumps popped up on my skin as the cool breeze swung by; the water washed my sand- filled feet as I inhaled the wonder around. Every drop of water reminded me of how vast the ocean is. Not surprising, the oceans cover 71% of the earth's surface and contain 97% of the earth's water. Could you dare to imagine the ocean in a bucket a sand bucket?

Life can sometimes seem overwhelming, like 'an ocean in a sand bucket'. It knocks you in the head and kicks you in the butt. Sometimes you feel like escaping from this world altogether.

  This anonymous quote: "use your smile to change the world; don't let the world change your smile" highlights the value of having a positive mindset in life and seeing the blessing in each day. Our minds are powerful and so are our thoughts. Honestly,  it is our thoughts that define who we become. Mahamat Ghandi frames it this way:  "keep your thoughts positive for they become your words. Keep your words positive for they become your behaviour.  Keep your behaviour positive because your behaviour becomes your habit. Keep your habits positive because your habits become  your values. Keep your values positive for your values become your destiny."

As we grow older, we somtimes tend to lose trust and begin to see the seeming impossibilities, but that is exactly when we got to view life from a different angle. See that ocean in whatever sand bucket as a mark of possibility.


                                                     Still smiling in the dreamworld...

BETRAYAL

Was It ever love?

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In a small rented room, with old furniture and flaking wallpaper, Josh was about doing the nasty nasty with Marie. As the rain drops fell on the roof, romantic melody played in the background. The stars sparkled brightly and the aroma of scented candles filled the air. And there, they were about to cross the boundary of friendship. Josh delicately removed the sleeves of her shoulders, kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tightly. ‘’I love you’’, he said. She interlaced her fingers into his, then looked straightly into his eyes. The atmosphere was filled with passion and desire. She gave herself freely to him. And that night they bound themselves together.

When the sun gave birth to a new day, joy was boiling up inside her. All she could dream about was waking up into the arms of her prince charming. But she was disappointed. Josh had left. Engraved upon a paper on the bedside table was a message by Josh and it read ‘’thanks for the romantic ride".

Behind all the sweet and awfully romantic words was a heart full of deception. All he ever wanted was to add Marie to his list of girls he had slept with. Moreover, Marie completed the list. ‘’ten lays before my wedding, before all the vows and the restriction of marriage life’’, Josh said as he stared at himself in the mirror. Clearly, he was admiring his physique, his curly hair and his sexy eyes which shone brighter than the sun. ‘’I’m so hot, I want to kiss myself, oh the sweet delight of victory’’.

For days, she grieved over the fact that she had been treated like a trash. ‘’ how could I. I barely knew him’’, she cried. If only tears could wash away the pain and the hurt. If only tears could erase yesterday’s story. If only tears could bring her the strength she so much needed. But the biggest blow was yet to come.

On Saturday, her best friend was marrying the very man who crushed her heart and world into pieces. ‘’ damn you, damn you, Josh’’, she shouted as she held the invitation card in her hands. She chuckled as she looked at the image of the whore of a man. And etched on the contours of her face, was a wicked smile that spelt revenge.


Message~ Waiting is a sign of true love♥ and patience. True manhood does seek to compromise a woman's purity; true manhood stands up to heroically protect it.

 …still smiling in the dream world.

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NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM

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We made love.

It was full of pleasure and intensity. Mike knew exactly where to touch; such a true and thorough lover he was. The problem was that he was my sister’s boyfriend. I knew that what I was doing was not right, but in his arms, all the guilt vanished away. Perhaps, it was his seductive words. Perhaps, it was his masculinity. Perhaps, I was just a woman dying to hear a man tell her how much he loved and adored her.

‘’I am going to take a shower’’, I told Mike.
‘’Honey, my erection has not subsided’’. I thought he was just joking, but when I returned to the room he was screaming. His manliness was still hard and well engorged with blood.

‘’Did you take any Viagra again’’. To this, he gave a nod. Being my usual all-knowing brave self, I decided to take matters in to my own hands. I reassured him; telling him that all was going to be well. I then call a colleague, Alice in the urogenital section of the surgical wind of the hospital to bring me some supplies. Basically, I intended to give an enema, give intracavernous injection or possibly perform aspiration. As we waited for Alice, Mike applied ice packs to his penis and perineum.

 I knew Alice was a gossip, but calling her was so much a better idea than showing up in the hospital with my sister’s boyfriend. Nevertheless, Alice called Monique, my sister.

When Alice and Monique showed up in the room together, I gasped in unbelief and run away. I asked myself why I even agreed to go on this 72- hour uninterrupted super romantic adventure with Mike. My daydream surely turned into a nightmare.

Right now, I’m hiding. Hiding from the world as I drink in a bar, wishing so dearly that I could turn back the hands of time.

Still smiling in the dreamworld…

Mike's condition is referred to as priapism.
It is a medical emergency. And if not treated immediately could lead to scarring and permanent erectile dysfunction.

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SMILE: AN APOCRYPHAL THEORY

Why do you Smile?

The smile on a child's face can soothe any heart. I found my room turned upside down and in a state of grave mess. Apparently,  my brother had ransacked my room in his bid to find where I had hidden his game boy. I must say that I was furious, but upon seeing that innocent yet mischievous smile carved on his face, I was flooded within with a great sense of love and momentarily lost all the energy and zeal I had to rain punishment on him. You see, a smile is contagious; it is powerful and has this aura of creating happiness. Why do we smile I asked myself. You might call this an apocryphal theory but here is a breakdown as to why we smile.

Some smile because they are happy

Some smile because they want to be happy

Some smile because of hatred that they can’t hide

Some smile because they’ve discovered love

Some smile because of the anger flaming within

Some smile because of the peace flowing within

Some smile out of sadness

Some smile out of joy

Some smile because they are hiding their emotions

Some smile because they are showing their emotions.

Some smile because they want others to see them smile

Some smile because they want to see others smile

Some smile because they don’t know what to do

Some smile because they just figured out what to do

Some smile because there is hope

Some smile because there is no hope

Some smile because of something

Some smile because of nothing

Whatever your reasons are for smiling, keep on smiling

Not just because it makes your face look pretty

But because you want to

Because it is good for you.

Did you know?
Apart from the obvious social benefits of smiling such as making us look more approachable and seeming more trustworthy,

did you know that a smile realises endorphins into our body, thereby reducing stress; it boots our immune system and increases our productivity and creativity.

Yeah right,  great reasons to start smiling.

Adiós readers!

Smile and have a sunshine day!

Still smiling in the dream world...

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A HEART IN HAND

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‘’Don’t die on me, I am not ready to lose you. You’re going to live’’, I murmured yet it was so audible to all. As he lied down, I recalled the first time I saw him. Justice was with his four sons and wife. They were so happy, happy because their father was going to get a new heart. Honestly, I could not envision going to his family and telling them that he did not make it.

As I massaged the heart once more, I was praying to God to save him.

Then his new heart started beating on its own. It was pure delight! The surgical team was filled with joy and pride.  Justice sure is a lucky man.

I pumped into the suction machine as I was leaving the O. R. and was about to fall, but then Alex held me. Alex happens to be my scrub nurse and we had gone out a couple of times. Our relationship was a love -hate one. We were literally the headline news in the hospital as we were never shy to display our love publicly. But he crushed my heart and turned my day- dream into a nightmare.  We broke up because he thought I was too much for him and that he was not in my league. To me, he was perfect. He was handsome in every sense of the word.

I still loved him.

‘’hey, how is my sweetie doing’’, said Jeff, my fiancé. Jeff was also a surgeon, a general surgeon. Everyone thought that he was perfect for me, but I did not love him.
‘’I’m great. Just going to check up on two patients in the I. C. U.’’
‘’You take care. I’ll call you’’. He then planted a kiss on my lips.
All I wanted was to end it once and for all with him and cancel the engagement. I did not want to marry a man I did not love. But I was mortified by the thought.

I finished my second surgery, a valve replacement at 2pm and was paged. Justice was coding. He could not breathe due to a lump which was blocking his airway. We had to do an immediate tracheostomy in order to save his life. He was then put on life support.
His wife came to me later that day and in words so filled with passion and emotion told me to take great care of her husband. ‘’Your husband is one hell of a fighter. Know that we our doing our best. His condition is stable and we our monitoring him’’, I said. She continued to tell me that Justice was her first love and could not foresee living without him. She told me about how they meet and how their love had grown over the years.
She rekindled my faith in love.

In the changing room, I met Alex and professed my undying love for him.
He did not utter a word. He simply hugged me tightly.  I did not know what it meant. I just enjoyed it while it lasted.

…still smiling in the dream world.

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5 THINGS I LEARNED FROM BEN CARSON

Ben Carson in politics is a pleasant surprise. A story of a black doctor turned president would surely make headlines. Ben Carson is a force to reckon with and with so many accolades, I wonder how one manages to be humble. Thousands of people grew up idolising ben Carson, wishing to be just like him and even better; that’s a true role model. He has inspired lots and lots of people, especially the youth.

Just a glimpse; a story about a story

Was rolling in the sky like an acrobat as the truck knocked me off my feet. I was conscious yet unconscious, I could hear the screams and the insults the pedestrians murdered unto the truck driver. It, surely, was not a good day to die. What an imagination? A glimpse of what could be but is not. Reality check! I am stuck between two vehicles a dark- brown truck and a velvet saloon car. I came to my senses when the cars' horns promised to break my tympanic membrane. Honestly, I knew where I was going but I was lost in thought and lost in reality. I had a simple task but that turned into an ordeal.

 Fast forward
Yeah, I found the place that I should be. In a ward, beautifully decorated yet overcrowded. They say that to the untrained eye, every nook and cranny of the hospital seem the same. Thus it was not surprising when I was frantically exploring the place like a new born experiencing an orienting reflex.

And the story about a story begun in that ward.

She came in with a rare assortment of diseases.
Edith was an eighty year old woman who was diagnosed with leukaemia at a young age of ten. How she managed to survived throughout those years without transplant is a whole story all together. She had also been diagnosed with hypertension… chronic kidney failure and congestive heart disease. All indicators showed that she was going to die soon and fast. She was rushed to the hospital when she was run over by a motorcycle. She was into hypovolemic shock after losing so much blood. Probably the worst case the docs in the ER had faced in years.

She entered into a coma.

If you have ever wondered as to what ravages through a vegetable’s mind, then here is the catch.
TO BE CONTINUED…
       Still smiling in the dream world…

BEING A WOMAN: A PRICELESS GIFT

Hello dearies, it has been quite a while since I posted anything. I promise to make it all up to you. Indeed, life outside blogging has been more demanding. Let me not bore you with any lengthy intro.

Being a woman is a priceless gift! To share, to care, to love, to procreate...the essence of a woman. Recently, we celebrated our mothers on mother’s day and it was a joyous occasion as new memories and bonds were established. In the mist of all the joy and exuberance, I was triggered into thinking about the future and how really motherhood would be like. A cacophony of thoughts and questions suddenly flooded my mind. I believe hundreds and thousands of women have snapped back at one point in time to visualise and assess what their future as mothers would be like.

The day before mothers' day, I had spent quite a considerable amount of time at the labour ward. I witnessed in awe the magic of childbirth and the expression of excitement on the mothers' face. I observed how the mothers gently squeezed their breasts and although only little drops of milk squirmed out sometimes, they were relentless. It is amazing how a woman moves from being just a daughter, a sister, a wife, a sister in law, a daughter in law to being also a mother.

Right from scratch, a mother sacrifices so much for her children. It is no wonder that many people attribute their success to their mothers. A mother helps the family adjust to new realities and challenges, a mother recognises the fire in her child and keeps it blazing, a mother has the potential to influence not just a human life, but also the society and generations to come.

After it all, put your baby on your chest and take in the wonder you’ve brought into the world.

A blog that I am totally in love with at the moment is: DIARY OF DOC DIVA. A big hi to you Gucci Ezeala, a wonderful mentor.
       Still smiling in the dream world…

       

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