The Thoughts Of Yimika Adeniyi.

My old ways call me, It looks glamorous, beautiful and incredibly attractive. And now I wonder,  am I missing out on something? Does this new life pay afterall? The ride isn't the easiest, The road,  not the smoothest, And so I ponder,  is it really worth it? Then He spoke to me,  he reminded me, About my wretchedness, My filth and dirt Do I want to go back to that life? No,  I decide, For a little time in thoughts Has exposed me to the truth. 

I have decided to write about you. I have found writing to be a valuable way of venting my emotions,  and so,  today,  I write this. I was going to say it all started on... But I realized how cliché that was,  and I'd rather be different,  original like I feel.  So I'll start this way.  I think you are bad for me.  Plain and simple.  It's the truth, Because I need control,  I earned it,  I worked my entire life for it and I hate you for messing with that.  How dare you think you can come around and crumble walls? I want to see you though, Talk to you, I miss you, Oh but I will never say it.  I will avoid you though it hurts me to.  The truth is, I am scared.  I can't afford to go back there, Go back to being powerless, I don't want to do no wrong. But recently I think about you a lot, I wonder how you're holding up, How life is from your point of view, Oh how I wonder what you th...

People define beauty as makeup, nice hair, well shaped brows, pretty eyes and much more.  I define it,  as ME. 

Today I feel alive, Awake, A lot more than other days, Today, I am encouraged, Strengthened, Surprisingly, Because most times,  All I do is whine, Whine in the sadness and cry, Bathe myself in sorrow, Soak in the well of pain, But today, I have a different view, The reason is simple, I had a meeting with Jesus, He really does make everything better.  I woke up feeling different, I sensed a great togetherness, I am in awe, This is unusual, I force myself out of bed, Wriggle through the sheets, The wet iced sheets, Cold, with my unending tears, Iced with the snow, And brace up for another torture, Another day in the land of the living, That's why I say it's unusual, Because today, Nothing like that happened, I didn't cry,  I didn't feel sad, What's more weird? I laughed.  I never laugh, But today, I did. This God is real, An encounter, And my life turned around.

"You don't have to be successful to blog,  you can blog about your failures " -Tolu Ogunlesi.  I went to a good secondary school. Thinking about it now,  one of the best in Nigeria.  The environment was beautiful and the staff put their best into everything they did. This is why,  I wonder why I even have to write this blog post.  I was not the bad academically, being very well above average.  But,  I had one problem;  the one that took the devil 7 days and 7 nights to gather its ingredients, 11 to study it's recipe and 29 more to cook it;  Mathematics.  This has to be the worst subject in the whole world.  I don't remember having problems with Maths until I got to  SS1(Year 10) and got an F9 in the first term examination. I was surprised, I knew I did not like the subject but I did not expect to fail so woefully in it.  I just could not comprehend it.  My mother was worried,  she immediately offered...

I write and write and write.  Sometimes because of pain, Other times because of anger, Some other days I'm happy, Which sadly is rarely, But the beauty of it is, I write.  -Yimika Adeniyi.