THE COUCH IN THE COTTAGE

Hi there,

I’ve been looking forward to this day and I’m sure glad to have an opportunity to share all I can with as many as possible through this media. It is not a coincidence that I’m using today, which meant something special to me, to launch out into the bloggers’ world. I’m not here to impress anyone but I come from a star-studded country and, as a first time blogger I’ll be willing to learn from those who have been on the scene for a while now.

One thing I’m definitely passionate about is my relationship with God through Jesus Christ. Can’t miss that out in my writings, but you’ll definitely not be bored. Promise!

Respect to bloggers like Linda Ikeji. We spoke once on the phone; cute voice, if you ask me. NaijaGal, hope we get to know each other soon, and many more. Catch y’all as the days go by.

Why would I want to blog? Got a lot to share cos I have a passion to share helpful content via my thoughts, experiences, observations, and perspectives to issues as they affect man in this entity called planet earth. Hopefully, looking forward to creating fora where minds will breathe life into things.

Enough said. How about some stuff for a start. Just remember to drop a line to let me know what you think.

ICE BREAKER
Success is started by the battery of desire, powered by the fuel of preparation, lubricated by the elbow grease of persistence, guided by the radar of God and smoothed by the shock absorbers of faith and prayer.

- Anthony Judkins, Charlottesville, VA.

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An old story from India tells of four foolish beggars, clothed in rags, who by chance met in a beggars’ hut near a small village. They had been begging all day in the market-place and, as the sun set, each made his way, carrying his begging bowl, to the little hut. There they sat around a small fire, discontented and disgruntled with life.

It transpired that the first beggar had nothing in his bowl but a little piece of meat. The second had his bowl half filled with vegetables. A few spices lay at the bottom of the bowl of the third beggar, while the fourth one had been given four or five handfuls of rice.

As they sat around the fire complaining, one of them had the idea that, if they pooled their resources and put all the food they had received into the cooking pot, then at least, they would have some broth to share.

This was accepted as a good idea, and the pot was duly filled. The four sat around eagerly.

However, the first beggar, who thought that he was a cunning little man, realized that if the other three dropped in the pot what they had, then he would not need to put in his meat. So, he only pretended to put it in. As it happened, the second, third and fourth beggars all thought along the same lines, each pretending to throw in what he had, but in practice concealing it beneath his rags.

It is said that there was no end of quarrelling in the hut that night when the pot was lifted from the fire, and nothing found in it except hot water.

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NEVER ALONE

I, came from a we

And lives;

And goes on to a we:

Once more,

On transition.

Let me provoke your thoughts a bit:

Been wondering, WHAT WILL LOVE DO IF GOD HATES YOU? Hit me with what you think fellas?

Hey! For a start I hope this would be seen in its infancy. I got to go. Would write some more soon. Catch y’all!