You are You


The Difference Between You and the Neighbor Next Door.

When you sit in front of the mirror and look at the image you see, you want to touch, feel, dress and redress all because you think you should look better than the Neighbor Next Door. You think you deserve all the accolades on your looks even from the Neighbor next door. You suddenly think you are into some rivalry. But what you don’t know is that the neighbor next door wants to be like you. You forget there is a huge world of difference. Let’s see:

You don’t have different shapes of eyes, nose, length of legs, hands, hair, size of shoes and dresses for nothing. It was made for identification and identification for distinction and distinction for recognition and recognition for specification and specification for admiration and admiration for relationship.

You don’t have different parents for formality and your parents don’t look different by coincidence, it’s because everything is for a purpose. Where you are found is where your work begins. Your grooming to be who you are made to be starts from your home  and your parents are a major part of the process. So start learning from their strengths, weaknesses, good and mistakes and don’t  even be carried away by the neighbor next door.

Most importantly, before you were born God knew you. He called you by your name before you were formed in  your mother’s womb. He knows what plans he has for you and all that befits you. You are a unique species not a prototype.

So the next time you look at the neighbor next door and you are tempted to be jealous or to compare and contrast and to feel inferior or superior, remember, the Neighbor Next Door is not better than you nor are you better than the Neighbor Next Door. You are who you are and can always be a better u.

zojonoka@yahoo.com

The time bomb


My Fallen Hero

Sitting on my window and looking out through my door was all I could do from walking into my chair.

The paradox of the hierarchy has become the mediocrity of the dancers when illusion is their vision.

The sound of the owl in the daytime is the irony of the nightmare in the afternoon.

Short was the scream and fatal was the fall. Sudden was the end of all that I had hoped in.

There was a handwriting on the wall and the meaning was hidden from all but the eyes of a child with no voice to tell.

But with time, the wall spoke and all heard but the child. Because the handwriting had completed its course and the child was gone.

The giant monster invaded and the weak dove was caged because busy were the eyes to decipher the code on the monster until my hero fell and great was the fall.

zojonoka@yahoo.com

Hello world!


My Fallen Hero

Sitting on my window and looking out through my door was all I could do from walking into my chair.

The paradox of the hierarchy has become the mediocrity of the dancers when illusion is their vision.

The sound of the owl in the daytime is the irony of the nightmare in the afternoon.

Short was the scream and fatal was the fall. Sudden was the end of all that I had hoped in.

There was a handwriting on the wall and the meaning was hidden from all but the eyes of a child with no voice to tell.

But with time, the wall spoke and all heard but the child. Because the handwriting had completed its course and the child was gone.

The giant monster invaded and the weak dove was caged because busy were the eyes to decipher the code on the monster until my hero fell and great was the fall.

zojonoka@yahoo.com

To see a generation where dreams are not shallow and shadowed by a lie but live to uphold true virtues.

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