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Saturday, 31 October 2015


Wake up! Saturday morning! How did you spend your Friday night. I woke up pretty late, all thanks to insomnia caused by watching movies. Here is Saturday with its loads and loads if cooking, cleaning, mowing, scrubbing, work, work, work.
I had to sneak away from my unending chores to host my blog cast, don't tell my mother otherwise I'll be done for; not that she would whoop my ass. Well today on the blog cast we are going to talk about the punctuation mark called semicolon (;). I would go beyond the grammatical relevance of the semicolon, so for you not to be bored I am not giving a grammatical lecture. Our prime focus would be on the life relevance of the punctuation mark; that is how we can achieve a #Flawless life through it. Now someone might ask again, what is the relevance of a semicolon to the blog cast for today; My life is not over yet;? (Jeez there is so much punctuation marks muddled up).
Recall that Writing 101 taught us that a semicolon is used when the writer is not willing or sure to end a sentence. Now we can get the picture of the inevitable relevance of the semicolon when we are writing the story of our lives. This shows that despite all odds we are set and inspired to never be chocked by the the thorns of life, to continue after various challenges or after we notice a clog in the wheel.
The semicolon campaign is gradually gaining grounds over the world. I am loving it and it is my wish to indulge us. It started by a girl who had had her fair share of life's trashy trash; death, hopes dashed, drowned dreams, twisted expectations. Taking a bold step she tattooed an almost invisible but powerful semicolon on herself to tell life in its proud face; "Do your worst! My story is not over yet!". Today, I want each of us to join the semicolon campaign. Not necessarily by putting on semicolon tattoos but by having a firm heart and determined spirit and saying aloud to ourselves that; "my story is not over yet."
Word of advice; add the semicolons to your abandoned hopes, to your once unrealistic expectations, to your seemingly megalomaniac aspirations, to your stalled dreams. You have to do this because you are the graphic designer of your life and its sole navigator. Wake up and continue you life's story.
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Monday, 26 October 2015


Today I would liklike share a story that would illustrate the beauty that is locked up in a seemingly ugly figure or situation. Wherever you are waking up from: a cramped apartment somewhere in America, a disco hall in Africa, an subway somewhere in Europe, a cotton field in Asia. As you rub off your sleepy eye to tackle this new week squarely do me a favor to stop by this post, read it and share or talk about it.
On today; the first episode of #WAKE UP FLAWLESS, I think this story we are about to tell will keep you in a positive frame of mind throughout the week. Now, push aside your bedraggled sheets and read:
A rich man somewhere, many years ago when kittens never meowed. He was having the royal garden in his castle trimmed to look more beautiful. Apart from this, this rich man wanted to get rid of an old, ugly tree stump right in front of his porch. That ugly mass of wood always spoilt the day of this jolly good bourgeois, I mean being the first thing he sees every morning.
A wood carver who coincidentally passed by the rich man's gate begged to take the tree stump. "Take it, it's not worth a penny!" The rich man must have blurted out. Back home this skillful wood carver worked on the old tree stump all night. The next morning he lay on the floor of his studio wasted, tired, and famished. But as the sun rays caught the brilliant ages of the window panes, it was not the old tree stump that lay on the floor but a beautiful sculptured bird.  To cut this short story shorter, the wood carver sold his irresistible masterpiece to the same rich man. The rich man obviously obsessed with the beauty of art was willing to part with half of his fortune for the sculpted bird!
A brand new working weeks. What ideas are you afraid of dreaming because you feel that they are unacceptable? What aspirations have you stifled? Have you given up on yourself? Have you being reduced to that tree stump? Wake up! Mould, refine and nurture yourself to the apogee that even life would be willing to part with all its fortune. Remember as they say no dream is too big and no dreamer too small!
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Sunday, 4 October 2015

Sunday Feelings

I woke up this morning with this cranky feeling in my joints. Indeed, it was a very cold night, coupled with the fact that it rained cats and dogs yesterday evening through till this morning. It was as though the skies were mourning the loss of someone special. It was like any other rainy morning. I said my prayers lying on the bed still wondering what was special about this morning...
Then it dawned on me that this was not just any other morning - It was a Sunday morning!...Then the puzzle pieces in my mind found harmony. I had to go to CHURCH!!!...I got off the bed, dragged by weak legs with my joints crackling (they were still asleep) and went across the room towards the door. I went out the door and saw that it was still drizzling heavily...
The Sun was hiding in great fear and trembling, lest the rain drops quench its Flaming body. The rain drops fell like watery arrows to the already saturated Earth.. I reckon the Earth must have drank to its fill because She was throwing up water...
Now I found my Sweet mum and  greeted her with a smile (gosh! My facial muscles were sleepy too)...She was already half- way through with her preparation for Church. And here I was, still in my nighties...She then asked me to hurry up so as not to end up going late for the 8am Mass at St. Philomena's...I did just that, and before long we were on our way to Church... We arrived just in time to meet the Parish Priest's Opening Sign of the Cross...You know, I have always attached great importance to this part of the Mass. Entering into the church, my eyes met with a cynosure of brightly dressed women...
Most of them were gorgeously dressed in Blouses with matching Hollandis Wrappers. Now coming to their head gears, i assure you, its always a sight to see every Sunday...It occupied the air space like canopies or better still, parachutes..����..Well, Well, I must give It to womankind, they sure have the time and skill to create such well crafted head gears from starched pieces of long Silk...
The Mass readings were taken and the Priest gave a very resounding homily and interspersed it with fine humour every now and then...'kpam', fell a plastic bottle containing water and this drew my attention.. And then I saw a tiny hand reach for the bottle, I looked to see who that hand belonged to...and behold I saw a very little girl dressed in a jumper jeans with straps across the shoulders and a white shirt....she was quite dark and really small...she picked it up hurried back to her mother...She was so hyperactive all through the Mass...She was busy pinching and saying angry babyish �� words at anyone who tried to curtail her freedom...
She kept me smiling all through the Mass....and before the end of the Mass, I had given her a secret name In my Mind ~Little Miss Mischief....Other parts of the Mass passed without any eventualities of interest...Offertory, thanksgivings, etc went by, Consecration followed suit...Announcements were made by the Catechist....
Then the priest gave his final blessing... I hurried home, relieved to be finally set free....I actually enjoyed service today, thanks to my unknown little friend ~Little Miss Mischief...Now am at home, writing this piece....waiting to do justice to whatever is on the menu �� ...I just love Sundays �� ...

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Jewel of Africa: 55 years down the Lane!

Yes! Our dear Country, Nigeria, clocks 55 years...Can you believe it? 55 years of Independence!!! We have indeed come a long way and here we are on this day...Celebrating! Making merry! So i decided to do a little something for Our Country as part of marking the historical occasion...

A land endowed with a multitude of Human and Natural treasures;
Blessed by God at creation beyond all imaginable measures.

Its an epitome of God's creative and artistic prowess;
But is also a characteristic example of the mix between the faithful and the lawless.

In times of of peace, it resounds with a rhythmic melody;
But sadly, in periods of strife its environment becomes bloody.
But yet, its trumpet stills blows loudly;
Because among other nations, its stands proudly.
It is indeed a land enriched with an awe-inspiring cultural heritage;
One which will enjoy the envy of nations from age to age. O God! Bless our FatherLand,
for we have attained an age so Grand.
Yes! We still bask in the euphoria and glory,
I believe we will all live to tell the story!

Long Live Nigeria!!!

God bless Nigeria!!!
Happy Independence Day!!!

I_am_Mario _Cruzo✌