A SACRED DISH

A dish was prepared a long time ago

It’s purpose was well defined by it’s creator

It was to be served only on the tables of marriage

But it’s aroma found its way out

Into the world of wickedness and pain

THE LITTLE THINGS

Wow,

It’s been exactly a month that I updated my blog, men I really must get the hang of this thing. Looks like work and the other elements that make Lagos the greatest energy sapper city of all time has gotten the best of me. But I am learning it’s not the big things that matter or the length of the blog, it’s the little things that are consistent that really count.

I'm having one of those weeks where you had it all planned by Sunday evening, prepared all your schedules and cancelled all the distractions that can slowly creep up on you and slow you down; its Friday morning and my list of to do's seem to have changed to a "will likely not be done" list.