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March 06, 2010
19:09
Happy Independence Day!!!!
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wwwghana.wikispaces.com/file/view/Ghana.jpg/31807867/Ghana.jpg"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 507px;" src="http://wwwghana.wikispaces.com/file/view/Ghana.jpg/31807867/Ghana.jpg" border="0" alt="" //abr /div style="text-align: center;"br //divI have been strangely busy and thus a bit M.I.A. the past couple of months but I could not let today go by without a little message to wish my country, Ghana, and it's people a Happy Independence Day. However you chose to celebrate, please just remember that a struggle happened and some 53 years ago today Ghana, led by Osagyefo Kwame Nkrumah, become the first sub-Saharan African country to gain her independence.divbr //divdivAnd whatever our problems and difficulties, trials and under achievements we have come far, and have much to be proud of! And it is up to us Ghanaians now at home and throughout the diaspora to carry the baton and move us on./divdivbr //divdivGOD BLESS OUR HOMELAND GHANA,/divdivAND MAKE OUR NATION GREAT AND STRONG./divdivBOLD TO DEFEND FOREVER,/divdivTHE CAUSE OF FREEDOM AND OF RIGHT./divdivFILL OUR HEARTS WITH TRUE HUMILITY/divdivMAKE US CHERISH FEARLESS HONESTY/divdivAND HELP US TO RESIST OPPRESSORS RULE/divdivWITH ALL OUR WILL AND MIGHT FOREVER MORE./divdivbr //divdivAmen./divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-3642963304682942105?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
January 20, 2010
17:43
The Dead Flower of Friendship
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kuruvikal.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/dead-rose.jpg?w=284amp;h=226"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 227px;" src="http://kuruvikal.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/dead-rose.jpg?w=284amp;h=226" border="0" alt="" //adiv style="text-align: center;"br //divdiv style="text-align: center;"We stare at its beauty/divdiv style="text-align: center;"Its lingering haunting essence;/divdiv style="text-align: center;"It consumes us./divdiv style="text-align: center;"But then suddenly in what feels like a flash/divdiv style="text-align: center;"There is a jarring movement--/divdiv style="text-align: center;"And all that remains in the surrounding grass/divdiv style="text-align: center;"Is a sad lone stalk./divdiv style="text-align: center;"This pitiful headless flower,/divdiv style="text-align: center;"Which once resided, peacefully,/divdiv style="text-align: center;"Beautifully,/divdiv style="text-align: center;"Effortless in its grace;/divdiv style="text-align: center;"A head of perfect petals/divdiv style="text-align: center;"With a core which links them companionably/divdiv style="text-align: center;"And emits a sweet fragrance/divdiv style="text-align: center;"Which we trust./divdiv style="text-align: center;"A few minutes ago I stroked those petals/divdiv style="text-align: center;"And smelt that familiar smell/divdiv style="text-align: center;"As i marvelled at its apparently solid core/divdiv style="text-align: center;"Then you pushed past and snatched it away/divdiv style="text-align: center;"In your eagerness to cherish it/divdiv style="text-align: center;"You pulled too tight/divdiv style="text-align: center;"And headless, its beauty fades./divdiv style="text-align: center;"You crushed its pretty petals brutally/divdiv style="text-align: center;"What was sweet is now cloying./divdiv style="text-align: center;"I watch aghast, tears streaming/divdiv style="text-align: center;"While you gaze at a neighbouring flower./divdiv style="text-align: center;"A different flower;/divdiv style="text-align: center;"A pretty little daisy./divdiv style="text-align: center;"So enraptured are you with the new;/divdiv style="text-align: center;"Not realising that many of the same are around;/divdiv style="text-align: center;"You do not even notice/divdiv style="text-align: center;"The crushed petals of our friendship/divdiv style="text-align: center;"In the dead rose on the floor./divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-8412587097602809783?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
January 14, 2010
15:34
A Devastated Nation: A Word On Haiti
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01558/HAITI-QUAKE_1558608c.jpg"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 288px;" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01558/HAITI-QUAKE_1558608c.jpg" border="0" alt="" //abr /div style="text-align: left;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"Say a prayer for Haiti please!/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"br //span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"What this one country has had to endure by itself is outside of enough. Since the 1990's and a whole heap of man-made problems, it seems every few years the country has to suffer some type of devastation. I'm watching the news and just crying. God, please help the people of Haiti!/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"br //span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"I have never fully understood the wonder of social networking until now, seriously thank God, for Twitter, Facebook and Skype! Unlike what happened in New Orleans which still saddens me, it is at times like this that I am proud of the entire human race because there has been such an outpouring for these people even in these cash-strapped times. They need our prayer and our financial support too.../span/divdivbr //divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"Prayers are free, but financially you can help in the following ways:/span/divdivollia href="https://secure.unicefusa.org/site/Donation2?df_id=6680amp;6680.donation=form1"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"Donate to UNICEF/span/a/lilia href="https://my.care.org/site/Donation2?5000.donation=form1amp;df_id=5000"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"Donate to CARE/span/a/lilia href="http://www.christianaid.org.uk/emergencies/current/haiti-earthquake-appeal/index.aspx?gclid=COOcyJybpJ8CFUwA4wodU1z6Hw"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"Donate to Christian Aid/span/a/lilispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"US ONLY - Donate to 'Red Cross' via sms, text 'HAITI' to the International Red Cross @ 90999/span/lilispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"US ONLY - Donate to 'Yele Haiti' via sms, text 'YELE' to Yele Haiti's Earthquake Relief @ 501501/span/li/ol/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"Other ways of helping found of facebook.../span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"br //span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{quot;typequot;:quot;msgquot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"American Airlines taking doctors and nurses to Haiti for free!! Please call 212-697-9767 i /UPS IS SHIPPING ANYTHING TO HAITI UNDER 50LBS FOR FREE, PLEASE REPOST AND PASS THIS ON... / Plz help Haiti and pass this along...Red Cross needs CREOLE speaking volunteers for a 24-hr Phone Bank! Br. Wilford @ (305) 776-6900......./span/span/h3divbspan class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"br //span/span/b/divdivbspan class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"LADIES, if you would like a MAKE FUFU NOT WAR T-shirt, hit up my boy a href="http://kayobi.bigcartel.com/product/make-fufu-not-war-womens-t-shirt-pre-order"Kayobi/a and 100% of proceeds go the help the relief effort in Haiti./span/span/b/divdivbr //divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small; "This song just reminded me that we need each other and where we can we should help one another./span/div/span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"'And the only thing that can save us now, is sensitivity, and compassion'...help us to help each other.../span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"br //span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqsks58j7Bwamp;hl=en_GBamp;fs=1amp;rel=0amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqsks58j7Bwamp;hl=en_GBamp;fs=1amp;rel=0amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/span/divdivbr //divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"divspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"Thank you and God Bless xXx Nsoromma/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:UHuybkw4zhhhJM [i.telegraph.co.uk] credits/a/span/div/span/span/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-4596495783995939707?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
January 13, 2010
0:43
Project 2010
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:uCJJqvNb5_zkLM [4.bp.blogspot.com] style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 77px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:uCJJqvNb5_zkLM [4.bp.blogspot.com] border="0" alt="" //abr /span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"This refers to my goals for the year, I'm not really into resolutions as they are all a bit wishy-washy. But goals, goals indicate a real agenda, and when backed by vision and a plan, they make a brilliant combination. I dunno about you guys, but I always find New Year's goals particularly difficult to stick to as I loose impetus by mid-January, lol.br /br /To combat my general lethergy /spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(read: laziness)/span/spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;" I started to make a plan and I intend to stick to it. Note to self: I really do need a diary for once in my life. So here are my goals and a little into my plans to achieve them./spandivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"br /bA. Project debt-reduction/bbr /I have about £2600 in overdrafts, £250 in credit cards and £10,000 in Career Development Loan debt. I could go find my Student Loans Company and add that too but firstly, I do not earn enough for my deductions to have started yet. Secondly, in terms of looking at sorting myself this year this would be way down on the list, somwhere between 'impossible', 'I have run quite mad' and 'why should I give a hoot anyway?!'. Soooo, no. I think the best part of 13,000 is more than enough of a target.br /br /I know compared to some, my debts are not that great and I am quite glad that I do not have loads of petty niggling debts but for me, this is a bloody mountain. Albeit it a surmountable one.br /br //span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"To get me started on my way to debt recovery a week ago I began to construct an excel spreadsheet which documents my current income and expenditure as well as my projected for the month. I'm quite proud of myself actually as it includes a weekly breakdown of expenses and it is quite realistic, including space for food, travel, bills, clothes and savings. As a politics and public policy graduate I spend my life writing and it is quite carthatic to complete a spreadsheet of calculations, while reminding myself I am not totally mathematically illiterate.br /br /bB. Project Re-employed/bbr /This title sounds slightly misleading since I am actually working. But to be perfectly honest I hate my job. Occasionally, I think I would rather sign on, they require the same amount of brain power. Until last year I could never understand how, or rather, why people get so upset about their jobs. You see up until last year I had only really suffered the pains of unemployment. But I discovered this past year what it feels like to be over-qualified and under-employed. It feels like crap. I think I spent a good chunk of last year being miserable about my employment status, so much so it came to a point where I said I was unemployed or refused to disclose the name of the company who happen to pay my wages. Lol.br /br /But at church last week Pastor reminded my congregation to be thankful and basically actually recognise the blessings we have. Therefore, I recognise that I am blessed to be employed and able to pay my bills. biHOWEVER/i/b, this year I am determined to progress from this point. By February I must have a new job and in order to get there I must be doing at least one application form and two CV/Cover letter applications a week. This is where the diary comes in handy. I need to break this down into a day-to-day thing in order to get this done. Also, my debt-free plan will work better in a high paid job, that gives me even more of an impetus.br /br /bC. Project Settle-Down/bbr /Lol! Interesting title, right? Well anyone who knows Nsoromma well will know that I am looking forward to being someone's missus someday in the not to distant future. However, that is not really what I am referring to! So don't get excited!br /br /Whether I have a man in the picture or not, I am looking to round out my life in ways that I did not previously find interesting. I wanna really learn how to cook. Like a pro. Not just a Ghanaian pro, either. I wanna throwdown like a native Asian/African/European, whatever. I just now feel the need to get homely like that. I need to take better care of myself and think more about what I do so that when I am a wife and mother these things are not a burden.br /br /It all links with my being eager to get a handle on my finances. It's mature and very necessary.br /br /bD. Project Volunteer/bbr /I've always had a soft spot for the idea of volunteering. I've basically been doing it since I was 16 in various ways. I believe you should give back to the community you came from in order to help improve your society. After all, you can't expect things to improve if ibYOU/b/i never do things to improve it. Last week I began to volunteer a few hours of my week to help with the admin work of my church office. Also, I am about to embark on a volunteering role for a young charity for asylum-seekers in a role I love. It's policy related!br /br /bE. Project Travel (like Ms. Lawyerlady!)/bbr /I do love Ms. Lawyerlady, even as she makes me sick! She's just about back after swanning off to Zimbabwe for a friends' wedding. In fact, my girl collects visas in her little red book like they are going for cheap. A little hobby of hers. But 2010 is my time to shine! Lol. I've not been out of the country at all in 6 years now. This must be rectified! Firstly, I know for certain that I'll be in Ghana this summer for my sisters' upcoming nuptuals. While there the ex wants mebr /to hop on over to Naija to visit. And just might do it. I'm going on a mini-break in February and my girl is arranging to go to Vegas in September. My deposit is already ready! Exciting days are ahead!br /br /bF. Project Get On The Road/bbr /Recently, I have been lamenting the fact that I cannot drive and do not have a car. So at the end of the month/early February I am booking a bulk of driving lessons. The sooner the better, having friends who live in the sticks in the opposite side of London is giving me a running cold and a serious lack of sleep. Transport links in Southbr /London are soooo bad /spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(I.e. We have no London Underground in SE!)/span/spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;" And I'm fed up of being the last to get to places, late, and first to leave, last to arrive home. I spend half my life in the frigging cold. And in this Siberian weather I am distinctly unimpressed.br /br /To work towards this I have begun a fund for a new car which either Foneshop boy or Dodgy boy are going to help me choose as I have zero useful knowledge of cars. Foneshop boy offered to help me save too but right now I'm not too impressed with him. But we'll save that for another post...br /br /bG. Project Stay Content/bbr /This is perhaps the most important project of all. While striving to improve my life I need to be positive and content. And the best way for me to do this has always been to stay close to my God. So that's what I'll do.br /br /This year is gonna be a great guys. I hope it'll be as good for you.br /I'll keep you updated on my goals periodically, so stay tuned.br /br /Love ya!br /Nsoromma...COTH xXx/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-x1ZAcG0zU/SWfsoIbqMqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YMJ3kAhiV1M/s400/focus-concentrate.jpg"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"Image credits/span/a/span/span/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-8464298793069384947?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
December 31, 2009
16:35
If You See Me On The Game With My Crew Believe I’m On My P’s Q’s...
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div style="text-align: left;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"I was listening to a playlist I have named Uni Days and this Kano song popped up.../span/span/divspan xmlns=""pspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2VFF4_tto0amp;hl=en_GBamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2VFF4_tto0amp;hl=en_GBamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/span/ppspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"/spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"I thought ok my life aint like that of the talented Mr. Robinson but I can relate to having to be on my grind in a way dissimilar to many that surround me. You better believe it! Time waits for no (wo)man and I am no exception. Recently, I have been wallowing a bit and revelling in the blah-ness but the year is fast approaching it's climax and I don't want mine to be an anti-climax. I gotsta get back on my grind! So in the past week I have revamped the CV /spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"(yet again)/spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" to take account of my new activities, details of which will drop in 2010. I am so excited and absorbed in the new direction of my life, thank you God. I'm getting in contact with people I have met networking which is a bit scary but I am thinking it will certainly be worth it and I am filing out these applications like a pro. I'm not there yet but 2010 promises to be great!/span/span/ppspan style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"Kano's song brings to mind a conversation I had a while back with a guy I know who had a million and one excuses for being a wasteman. These included coming from a deprived area /span/spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"(mate, we come from the same place)/span/spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" and the 'system' being against him. Errr, no. He just needed to get his mind out of the 'hustler', street mentality that was keeping him bound to a life going nowhere, and I told him so. Needless to say, that did not go down too well but he needed to hear it. His bad attitude will never get him anywhere. You work /spanstrongemspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"with/span/em/strongspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" the system, while understanding it and working within it, often you can change it and in the process /spanstrongemspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"become master of your own situation/span/em/strongspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;". Say your P's amp; Q's...pay your dues...do what you gotsta do.br //span/span/span/ppspan style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"Simples./span/span/span/ppspan style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;" /span/ppspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/SzzWtBdh06I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gzs8N9E3Bk0/s1600-h/simples.jpg"img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/SzzWtBdh06I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gzs8N9E3Bk0/s320/simples.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421444120421979042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " //a/span/span/ppspan style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"And my posse of good mates work with this attitude too, we got goals and places to be...Ms. Lawyerlady is ever onwards and upward bound...I believe that the house will soon come. My Sister From Another Mother is nearing the end of her degree and I am sooo proud. I think possibly some people have been pleasantly surprise but not I—I always had faith in her to see this through. Love her to bits! Fly-Ass Single Mama is gearing up to begin her master's with or without baby daddy help! And my sis is getting ready to walk down the aisle. Another lil' Mama, Friday's 'Fro is also making tracks and another good friend with a baby will be re-entering education armed with a solid career plan. 2010 should be big for Ms. Design, Sankofa and Afrocentric too.br //span/span/ppspan style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;color:black;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"No time for slacking in 2010. I love the fact that I don't roll with waste when there is honestly so much waste out there! I'm surrounded by a good set of people and we are all on our P's amp; Q's in order to get where we are going, believe that!/spanbr //span/ppspan style="font-family:Verdana;"a href="http://www.koolbadges.co.uk/images/thumbnails/simples-200x200.jpg"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"Image credits/span/a/spanspan style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8pt;color:black;"br //span/ppspan style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"n.b. 'Mind your p's and q's' is an English expression which means mind your manners/says you pleases and thank yous./span/span/p/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-2349079462365223802?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
December 24, 2009
0:00
It Shall, It Shall Come To Pass...
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div style="text-align: left;"Today I spoke to a past love b*sigh*/b and took a well worn trip down memory lane. You see in one of my 'spring clean my life' moments I had deleted him from my phone, facebook, yada-yada, the whole shebang, we're talking the full nine-yards. Me and this dude would just always seem to be having issues, mostly trust issues. There was a time in my life when he was the only person I really depended on emotionally and I think as is usually the case, such relationships eventually become unhealthy in all manner of ways. Anyhoo, he was involved in a lifestyle that I did not agree with. He is a smart and personable man and I just didn't understand why he would stay living the way he was. But he believed it worked for him and made him happy. The whole time I was convinced he was most certainly biNOT/i/b happy and that manifested itself in that he became a more and more ugly human being inside as time went on. I watched my once shy, smart friend and b*sigh*/b lover become a nasty caricature of his former self. Believe me that was painful in more ways than one./divspan xmlns=""pThe one ray of hope I had about his life and the misery it had made of him is that he started to talk to me about church, he was clearly interested but very cynical. Just so he could be happy again and be that guy that I first started talking to, and reach the potential that I always saw. Maaaaan, I used to pray and I do mean pray for this guy to change. I dunno if I can get a witness to the kind of deep heart-wrenching, pleading, promising prayers that I mean. If not I'll just leave you to imagine it. But as time passed, I went from believing so hard, to praying less fervently until one day, I dunno when, I just stopped praying for him altogether.br //ppbr //ppspan class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/SzKzPhECLFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K_eBccCy6Xg/s320/PRAYER.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418590380834827346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " //span/ppNow if you have been keeping up with me you'd know that I've been tryna end my year on a positive note by yet again spring cleaning my life and on a whim I searched his facebook profile span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"(reading this back is soooo making me think, stalker alert! Stalker alert!)/span. Then I decided to poke him and then I pretty much went back to my life and forgot about him. A couple days ago I get a facebook message saying 'hey I lost your number' so I sent the number over and got a call today while at work. Just before I had 'spring-cleaned' him from my life our convo's always decended into bitching fests, either him getting ugly truths out of me about himself or other people or vice versa. So it got to the point where I had once enjoyed speaking to him from 10pm til 7am span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(yes, this really did happen, talk about a couple of jobless students!)/span now a half-an-hour convo would drive me up the wall. It'd go a little like this.../ppstrongNameless:/strong Hey, Nsoromma you monkey wot u doing...br //ppstrongNsoromma:/strong If i'm a monkey why are you calling me? It's 2am ibWHY ARE YOU CALLING ME/b/i. I'm doing nothing, why?br //ppstrongNameless:/strong Are you at home? Come and see me, man. I wanna isee/i you.br //ppstrongNsoromma:/strong Errrrr...IT'S 2 IN THE F***ING MORNING MAN. I'm not leaving my house. Get lost. What do you want?br //ppstrongNameless:/strong Ah, man nothing. You're on a long ting. Just wondering how ur ugly friend is, innit?br //ppstrongNsoromma:/strong Who is ugly? Piss off man.br //ppstrongNameless:/strong So is she still the leader of ur crew? Tehehe.br //ppstrongNsoromma:/strong Huh? Ur chatting rubbish man, ur so dumb. Who talks about crews and stuff? How old are you? You were bullied as a kid, innit?br //ppstrongNameless:/strong U wish u were like me as a kid about, I don't even know why I'm talking to you your so dumb. You got a freshie man yet? Only a freshie ever would want you...br //ppEtc, etc...br //ppYeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, so not so eventually I stopped taking his calls and he stopped calling. But just to remind you trips down memory lane were rosy, there was a time when we could stand each other and that is what probably prompted both the poke from me and the call from him. Here's a snippet of today's convo...br //ppstrongNameless:/strong Hey Nsoromma. How you doing?br //ppstrongNsoromma:/strong I'm alright you know, how are you?br //ppstrongNameless:/strong I'm cool just changing my life, I got savedbr //ppstrongNsoromma:/strong Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Ahhhhhhh! For real? When? Congrats, hun!br //ppstrongNameless:/strong Yeah thanks. Back in October, just tryna get my life on track.br //ppstrongNsoromma:/strong Oh wow!br //ppstrongNameless:/strong I know. But what you been up to man. It's been ages. Been wondering how you are.br //ppstrongNsoromma:/strong I'm good,....br //ppI can see a change even in how he speaks! He's now saved and it shows. I was on break at work when we spoke and I could have exploded with joy at that one statement. 6 years on after my tearfilled prayer. If you don't know, get to know, prayer changes things! Whatever you been praying for, or like me whatever you have prayed for and forgotten...it shall come to pass! P.U.S.H. (pray until something happens) people!/ppspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:TVCm5jKyjOlU7M [columbusbiblechapel.org] credits/a/span/span/span/ppspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:TVCm5jKyjOlU7M [columbusbiblechapel.org] width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaMrCd8w_voamp;hl=en_GBamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaMrCd8w_voamp;hl=en_GBamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/p/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-2943070430145093111?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
December 18, 2009
19:15
I’m Just Tryna Be Me Doing What I Gotta Do, Some People Think That I’m Just Sitting On Top Of The World...
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div style="text-align: left;"Hey! After claiming I wouldn't go MIA again, here I am again having to write yet another apology note for not being here. So sorry, shame on me! Now.../divspan xmlns=""pI love my boy Journey's blog a href="http://thesoulofitall.blogspot.com/2009/12/seeing-moments-of-weakness-in-moment-of.html"The Soul Of It All /aspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(you /spanemspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"bneed/b/span/emspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;" to check it out)/span and reading him got me to thinking about my life and my blog. Recently I spoke to an erhm, friend of mine who really made me feel quite shame. Simply because he says I moan a lot. Actually let me be fair to his speech/lecture, he says in the past two years he cannot remember me not complaining and that is all I ever do. I'd be a liar if I didn't tell you that that convo span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(again, no, it was a lecture, the likes of which I haven't heard since I left uni!)/span bruised my ego and much as I tried to convince him that actually I am well aware of my blessings, he was not having a bar of it. I was branded a moaner and that was that!br //ppFor once, I decided to take on board his comments and use them to really analyse the way I behave. Usually, it takes me a good few days to move past the blind denial and tenderly poke at my superego until I notice what is really going on. But alas, I am way to tired and fed up to be so kind to myself. So I thought, am I a moaner?br //ppbShort answer: yes I am! Oh no!/bbr //ppbbr //b/ppbspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "img src="http://www.wiiwii.tv/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/no-moaning.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 250px; " //span/b/ppLong answer: different people see different sides of me. Generally, I try to show the real me to everyone but different people get different facets of my personality. Some people think I am on such a hype that I may be secretly medicated while my family believe I have severely depressive tendencies. The honest truth is that, like most other people, I occupy that wonderful murky quagmire that we call life in varying shades of grey. I was a bit upset that my erhm friend, could not really understand that the reason he is privy to that side of me is because I consider him to be close to me. I don't moan to all and sundry about my life span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(excluding my Monday Rants to the blogosphere,bi obviously/i/b!)/span. It made me realise two things, one, I need to balance up the many parts of myself to make a less fragmented whole and two, he probably doesn't deserve for me to keep him so close if he doesn't get that.br //ppI have many blessings, some of which I listed as I signed off my last post...I'm not going to list them again as my very English upbringing finds such things more than vaguely embarrassing and slightly distasteful. But I have many things to thank my God for and really I think I will do so more often. iHOWEVER/i,br //ppLife has been hard recently, harder than I expected. But such is life, anaa? I know I don't have half the problems of some other friends and bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"Fly-Ass Single Mama/span/b is such an inspiration to me. She doesn't even know this! I don't know if I have her strength but I'm learning. All I know is I am a work in process. But back to Journey...he was talking about having finally reached a place where he can reflect on his past hurts and be content. I read through a lot of what he was going through. I'm now at that uncomfortable place where I wish I was with someone but I am not so stupid that I don't realise that I am just not ready right now. But something Journey wrote really resonated with me...br //ppstrongspan style="color:black;"'But we were only that tight because we took the time to grow into each other. I knew enough about her to feel comfortable, to trust her and to love freely...Allow yourself to naturally choose her so being with her comes naturally.'/spanbr / /strong/ppPreachhhhhhhhhhhh! Where am I rushing to? I think I span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(was going to say girls and make this general but, no, I'ma finally own my own mistakes)/span am tooooo fast! I mean I jump from potential into a thing without giving it time to grow. So now I'm thinking of a certain bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"Foneshop boy/span/b who is a dear, strongemdear/em/strong friend, with potential, but still only a friend. And I like it that way, who knows where the potential will lead but right about now I need time to myself! In fact, Journey is also an inspiration because I feel like I've seen him come through the pain to a healthier version of himself. I am so excited! Because one day, in the not too distant future, that will be me! But for now, I'm just tryna be me, doing what I gotta do...br //ppspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"a href="http://images.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://www.wiiwii.tv/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/no-moaning.jpgamp;imgrefurl=http://www.wiiwii.tv/2007/10/11/japanese-developers-moan-about-a-wiicession/amp;usg=__cUkZzqSpogMkAll_rIVDOyNSQV8=amp;h=250amp;w=194amp;sz=24amp;hl=enamp;start=8amp;um=1amp;tbnid=3N_VB8JwAQfLrM:amp;tbnh=111amp;tbnw=86amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmoaning%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1C1CHMA_en-GBGB323GB323%26sa%3DX%26um%3D1"Image credits/a/span /p/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-7375636019732285704?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
December 08, 2009
22:40
Life Check
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span xmlns=""pHey people,br //ppSorry that I've been M.I.A. for while I've had a huge emotional and relationship drama recently. I don't intend to give you the full long-ass painful story right here span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"(although that doesn't mean it won't come out anyway)/span. Just know that I actually miss my little blog world, but life has been so hard that something had to give, and virtual friends was it span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"(sorry!)/span.br //ppBut I'm back now, so I'll be posting here and on a href="http://www.lifenlivingit.blogspot.com"Life...and Living It/a regularly again and keeping up with my blog friends, too. However, before I go, a question:br //ppbispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"Why is it that life never hands out to the deserving what they deserve and gives the undeserving waaaay to many chances?/span/i/bbr //ppTo my ex, who I know doesn't read this as he doesn't know it exists(!),br //ppI loved you soooo much that just the thought of possibly being around you filled me with joy unspeakable. No man had ever made me feel so special or opened me up so completely. I trusted you even when everyone warned me not to and offered you my soul. I'm sure people have been hurt before and that I am neither the first nor the last to feel like this. But for some reason I feel so alone, when I think of what you did I feel physically ill. I rarely get through the day without thinking of you and how worthless you made me feel. Whenever I have a happy moment, behind it are shades of misery. I take sharp intakes of breath and double over in private when I remember you. I promised you I will never forget you, and I won't. But I hope to God that something happens to take away the pain I'm living with. You treated me to a life check. You made me pause and re-evaluate my life and myself. At first it was ugly; I hated myself and was willing to do whatever it took to change myself, not to be with you because I would never have you back, but to make myself into the kind of person who would never be treated so shabbily again. I contemplated things that have never even flitted through my mind before because of you and as much as it hurt me, I thank God I did. You treated me to a life check I will never forget. I will never be that girl again because of you.br //ppI will never again be so young, so dumb, so naive, so gullible and so damn stupid. But the life check you gave me meant that I opened myself up to my friends, my true friends and after the self hate I came to appreciate the people I have in my life. You hurting me helped them to help me count my blessings. So I don't hate me anymore, so thank you. After all the crying, and self-loathing, and man-hating, dust and sackcloth music, I thank you. To my girls: Sankofa, Afrocentric and Friday's 'Fro...thank you for your support, my sister, my cousin, Ms. Lawyerlady, Ms. Design, Foneshop Boy, Dodgy Boy, Fly-Ass Single Mamma and everyone else who helped to pick the shattered shards of my self-esteem off the floor, I thank you.br //ppThis is a painful and long-ass process but I can see the other side. Already I have made some positive changes. It's all about perspective. I am a master's holding, house-owning, smart, forward-thinking, sexy, beautiful, blessed young woman with many good years ahead of me. And you just missed out on a DAMN GOOD thing. Keep walking partner, I wish you well. As Dodgy boy said of you, you were just a squatter tryna make a permanent home out of my palace. So now, be gone!br //ppGoodbye,br //ppNsoromma...Child of the Heavensbr //ppNow to the blogosphere...I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! BTW, check out my girl's blog a href="http://www.rantingsofamanhater.blogspot.com"Rantings of a Manhater/a. I'm sure you'll like it!/p/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-5462391124328006796?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
November 17, 2009
1:06
Monday Rant!
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://joshreads.com/images/07/07/i070723ziggy.png"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 405px; height: 400px;" src="http://joshreads.com/images/07/07/i070723ziggy.png" border="0" alt="" //abr /As promised this is you second installment of the silly calamities that befall me on Monday's so here goes...br /br /When I arrived at work I realised that I had somehow managed to set the time on my brand new phone to the wrong time. And since my ibreal/b/i time is unfortunately troubled by GMT (Ghana Man Time), I spend most of my life running late. So today I bolted into work like demons were chasing me, as in, I ran all the way from the evil Jubilee Line platform to my workplace. Huffing and puffing like an old goat only to discover I was bTWO WHOLE HOURS/b early. I could have cried! ibTHEN/b/i on the way home I managed to be the bONLY PERSON/b in a icrowd/i to get splashed when the bus we had waited twenty minutes for decided not to stop. When I finally got to my door I was near tears, such was my happiness just imagining the warmth on the other side, except my mum had left her keys in the door from inside so I couldn't unlock it from the outside. The doorbell is broken so I stood knocking on my own front door for bAN HOUR/b. While my mum enjoyed an hour-long call to Ghana, her mobile was dead and the house phone was obviously engaged. Grrr!br /br /Silver lining: The new fone I got on Sunday means I no longer have to carry a spare battery and a charger everywhere I go. Yay for me!divbr //divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"a href="http://joshreads.com/?p=1174"Image credits/a/span/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-7809190689403130729?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
November 14, 2009
20:12
I Just Don't Have The Words
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I compose stanzas in rhymedivI write verses of sweet prose/divdivI sing lyrics of all genres/divdivI recite and conjure poems/divdivI pronounce decries like a queen/divdivAnd think up complicated solioquies/divdivBut for some reason/divdivI am never eloquent enough/divdivTo get you to understand/divdivWhat my heart is screaming./divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-7803696373763484672?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
November 11, 2009
13:10
What Is The World Coming To?!?!
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/Svq-7UZr8PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jectddZahgw/s1600-h/rape.jpg"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/Svq-7UZr8PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jectddZahgw/s400/rape.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402840629282337010" //adivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"I was doing my daily trawl through BBC News when I came across a story that made me feel genuinely ill. A 16 year old /spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"(yes, remember I said a /spanbispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"16 year-old/span/i/bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"i/i)/spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" boy has been detained to face 3 years in custody for the /spanbspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"kidnap and rape of a 5 year-old child./span/b/divdivdivbr //divdivbispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"But that's not all folks!/span/i/b/divdivbispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"br //span/i/b/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"He committed this offence just 8 days after being released from custody for raping a seven year-old. Seriously, I am aghast! What is the world coming to? /spanbispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"How/span/i/bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" can a teenager rape a child? /spanbispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"How/span/i/bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"i/i can that teenager be allowed to walk free? /spanbispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"How/span/i/bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"i/i can the same said teenage kidnap a child and commit the same offence again? This beggars belief! What are the authorities /spanbispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"doing/span/i/bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"?!?!/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"br //span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"I want to know who was in charge of this teenager. But I don't even know who to be sorry for. Is it those who clearly cannot control this boy, are they afraid or just bad at their jobs? Is it the boy? I mean what kind of twisted, miserable person does such thing, and so young! The boy must have the deepest of issues. It doesn't excuse the behaviour but I cannot help but feel this boy is probably well deserving of my pity./span/divdivbspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"br //span/b/divdivb/bbspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"But most of all my heart goes out to the two children, attacked because of the deranged mind of someone only a little older than them. Rape is a horrible thing to have to deal with. How much more so for children so young? I pray that they get through it./span/b/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"br //span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"An upset Nsoromma xXx/span/divdiva href="http://sableverity.com/2008/05/13/fritzl-was-convicted-served-time-for-1967-rape/"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"Image credits/span/a/div/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-2360152241964539486?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
November 09, 2009
23:29
Monday Rant!
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oc.smugmug.com/Bloggers/Ali-Hallabrin/130024080029020863c/211520527_BzEiv-O-1.jpg"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 266px;" src="http://oc.smugmug.com/Bloggers/Ali-Hallabrin/130024080029020863c/211520527_BzEiv-O-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" //abr /This is going to be a new and somewhat bizarre feature to my blog...I'm calling it my Monday rant. Just because Monday's are the crappiest days ever. It's always the day work feels agonisingly horrible or the day you go out without an umbrella and get caught in a downpour or something. So here goes my first span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(of many)/span Monday rant.divbr //divdivToday was abysmally crap. As in I woke up late, my bus was late my Train cancelled and the tube seriously delayed. bALSO/b, it's so frigging cold and true to form I lost bone/b glove so one hand froze. Oh joy! bTHEN/b, I was speaking to a cute guy flashing him all of my pearly whites, only to release when I looked down that my fly was open...Lordy! Man....I hate Mondays!/divdivbr //divdivN.B. But one a much, imuch/i brighter note I just checked my mail and I have a job interview on Friday! Woo-hoo!/divdivbr //divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"a href="blogs.oc.edu/ahallabrin/2007/10/"Image credits/a/span/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-7735720115152873645?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
November 05, 2009
10:52
Book Review: ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ by Khaled Hosseini
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:gyubw62TlfghgM [www.abdebs.com] style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 135px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:gyubw62TlfghgM [www.abdebs.com] border="0" alt="" //aspan xmlns=""pRecently I have been in a bit of a reading frenzy to alleviate some of the current boredom and drudgery of the life of a job hunter. I had almost forgotten how much I enjoy reading, but it's all come back now. So much so that I have read 4 books in two weeks! I reviewed one of them over on my other blog, a href="http://lifenlivingit.blogspot.com/"Life...and Living It/a, which you can check out here. So here comes my second book review since I was, like 13 or something. Lol. Hope you like it!br //ppbbr //b/ppstrongTitle: /strongA Thousand Splendid Sunsstrongbr / /strong/ppstrongAuthor: /strongKhaled Hosseinistrongbr / /strong/ppstrongFirst published:/strong 2007br //ppstrongStory: /strongThe book set, in Afghanistan, starts with Mariam, who is a emharami/em (tr. Bastard, illegitimate child) living an isolated life in a hut on the outskirts of a small village with her sick mother. Mariam and her mother are outcasts due to her mother's illness and Mariam's illegitimacy and this has left her mother a bitter, spiteful old woman. Mariam's father is a wealthy man of Herat with three wives and ten legitimate children who comes to visit his daughter once a week. Despite her mother's disapproval, Mariam builds a strong relationship with her father. Following a broken promise from her father for Mariam's fourteenth birthday, the child sets out to find her dad. With her mother's threats and pleadings that she cannot survive even a day without her daughter ringing in her ears, Mariam leaves the village, somehow making her way to her father's house in Herat. She refuses to leave until she sees him but he will not see her. The following day, after spending the night sleeping in front of his house, she is chauffeured home, where she is met with the suicide of her mother. In the midst of Mariam's blame-filled mourning her father and his wives arrange for her to marry a widower many years her senior and be hurriedly moved to Kabul to keep her emharami/em shame from them. Married life starts off relatively well for her and her husband, Rasheed, who is kind and caring towards her. He is especially attentive when she falls pregnant and eager for a boy to replace the one who died from his first wife. Mariam miscarries and suddenly Rasheed changes towards her. He becomes brutal and harsh, and this worsens with the passage of time and each of her six further miscarriages.br //ppThe story then cuts to the life of Laila, an outstandingly beautiful and intelligent girl born to a teacher and his wife who live on the same street as Rasheed and Mariam. She was born amid political changes in Afghanistan when the Soviet's took over and many Afghan men go to emjihad /em(tr. Holy war) against the new Soviet order including her two older brothers when she is just two years old. Under the Soviet's women, particularly in metropolitan areas like Kabul, have many freedoms to teach and to learn and Laila's dad encourages his daughter to take advantage of this. By the time she is nine, her mother resents her father for allowing the boys to go fight emjihad/em while he stayed home. She pays Laila no attention, instead keeping vigil for her sons. So Laila grows up with the love of her father and Tariq, her childhood friend. When word reaches them that the boys have died, Laila's mother falls apart and tells her daughter the only reason she has not killed herself is so she can stay in Kabul to see the day when her son's enemies are defeated. Eventually the day comes that the Soviet's are pushed out of Afghanistan the emMujahideen /emmany factions that fought against them come together to form an interim government. This does not last and soon they are fighting amongst themselves along ethnic lines. This fighting ravages Kabul and people close to Laila and Tariq are killed or run to neighbouring Pakistan for safety. When Tariq comes to Laila to tell her that his family are also about to leave, things become emotional and end up sleeping together. He asks her to marry and come with him but she cannot leave her father alone with her bitter, resentful mother because she is all he has left. So he leaves and she is shattered. Then after Laila is almost shot a few weeks later her mother decides that she can reluctantly leave Kabul and the family plan to go the same route as Tariq's did. Laila is estatic, believing that she will be able to find Tariq but in the middle of leaving, a rocket falls on their house and her parents are killed.br //ppThe orphaned fifteen year-old and now partially deaf Laila, comes to live in the household of Mariam and Rasheed. Rasheed decides that he will take Laila as a second wife and after a visitor come to tell Laila that Tariq died in a rocket explosion. Despite Mariam's pleas to her husband and anger at Laila, the girl agrees to the marriage immediately as she has realised that she is pregnant. Rasheed is as loving and caring to Laila as he was to Mariam in her first pregnancy, even more so in fact due to her outstanding beauty. However, Laila gives birth to a girl, Aziza, and Rasheed is furious and turns against Laila just as he did to Mariam. Over time Mariam begins to bond with the Aziza and in this way to two wives become close. They plan to run away but are caught in the process and returned to Rasheed who beats them senseless. Meanwhile the political situation is Afghanistan is charged because a generation of religious Afghan's raised in Pakistan have come together to put an end to the emMujahideen/em infighting and put Afghanistan back together, they are the emTaliban/em. When the Taliban finally arrive in Kabul people are happy and hopeful that the fortunes of Afghanistan are finally turning. The emTaliban/em rule turns out to be worse than that of the emMujahideen/em warlords, there are massive restrictions on freedom such as having to practise Islam or face death, and no frivolous activities such as singing, dancing or watching TV are allowed. Women specifically had even further restrictions, they were forbidden to work, must wear a emburqa/em (tr: full body covering, showing only the eyes) as opposed to a emhijab/em (tr. Headscarf), forbidden to go to school, to leave the house without familial male escort and are even forbidden to laugh in public. In this context the unhappy Laila falls pregnant again and this time bares him his longed-for son, Zalmai, after this he has no further interest in her. But the country is facing a three-year draught induced famine and when Rasheed's shop burns down the family are soon fighting starvation. The situation gets so bad that Laila is forced to send Aziza to an orphanage and when Rasheed will not take her she has to sneak her way there often beaten badly for being out without a male escort.br //ppA man comes to visit when Rasheed is out at work and Zalmai immediately takes a disliking to him. When Laila turns to see who it is, she realises it Tariq. Rasheed had paid a man to come and tell Laila Tariq was dead because he had wanted to marry her. When Rasheed returns from work Zalmai tells his father about Tariq showing up at which point Rasheed locks his son in a room and proceeds to beat Laila with the buckle side of his belt but Mariam jumps on him raining punches. When he turns to fight her, Laila smashes something into his head so he turns to strangle her, even with Mariam punching him from behind he keeps on, even when Laila's face turns blue. So Mariam gets a shovel and hits him hard once and then again when she realises that he will kill them all. The second blow is fatal. Mariam tells Laila that she and the children must run away with Tariq to Pakistan but she must stay behind and own up to Rasheed's murder or else they will all be hunted down and killed. Laila is distraught but Mariam is okay because she did it for Laila and the children to be free. Laila and her children leave with Tariq and Mariam is executed for her crime. Laila and Tariq marry when the reach Pakistan and live there until the emTaliban/em is beaten by the allied forces. Following this they return to help rebuild their country.br //ppstrongReview: /strongI do not have the tendency to cry when I read a book or watch a film that is sad but with this book I was sorely tempted. It is a beautifully crafted tale, complexly and expertly written. It tells a political history, a societal history, and a love story all at the same time but amazingly I feel that no one story loses out. By the end of this book I understood a bit more the political complexities that exist in Afghanistan and how and why the ordinary Afghan may feel conflicted over what is happening there. This side is told in a non-judgemental way that does not feel as though it is trying to make excuses for people it just explains and leaves me to come to my own conclusions. The social history of women in Afghanistan is also well chronicled in this book and Hosseini makes a good case in this book for the plight of women in his country. And although I do not disagree with what his book is saying about the maltreatment of women I feel it is slightly preachy on this. Or perhaps it is the way is should seem in the context of the story of two women? Nonetheless, I stand by my view that on this issue the book is a bit preachy and I must admit that if I had read the book without knowing the author I would have immediately guessed it was written by a man. The accounts are as honest as they can be but the complaint of how women were treated seems to more like those that would come from a man who empathises with their position then from a woman who lived it. The love story too is complex. Laila's story shows how love for your family and your children interplays with the way people are allowed to live their life and can constrain them from the most direct route to the happiness that is staring them in the face. I emlike/em that. It makes the love story real somehow. It's not just a case of star-crossed lovers overcoming their obstacles and love wins out in the end, or they die heroically for their love. Instead once they finally get together, Laila and Tariq still have to deal with the losses that brought them to that point. The death of their parents, the effects of Tariq's troubles on his health, the pain of guilt for lying to Zalmai about the truth of his father's death and the guilt for the sacrifice Mariam made for them all, all of these things make their love story more real and beautiful in the context of the world they lived in. I applaud Hosseini for this book which is a good way to make the average 'westerner' open his eyes and mind to what actually happened to Afghanistan, telling him things about the conflict that he otherwise would not have known. It is so unfortunate that this book will forever be compared to Hosseini's first book because I think it comes second to it. I prefer his first book, emThe Kite Runner, /emif I am honest, but nevertheless this is a thoroughly uncomfortable but damn good read. I put it down only to sleep or go to work and read the 360+ pages in less than two days!br //ppstrongRatings:/strong I give this book four little nsoromma's out of five. (4/5 stars)/ppspan style="color:red;"img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:PaOAtIqnvbeLBM [www.cynirje.com] //spanspan style="color:red;"img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:PaOAtIqnvbeLBM [www.cynirje.com] //spanspan style="color:red;"img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:PaOAtIqnvbeLBM [www.cynirje.com] //spanspan style="color:red;"img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:PaOAtIqnvbeLBM [www.cynirje.com] //span/p/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-7610161498537566321?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
November 04, 2009
13:57
The Obama Silence Is Deafening
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.portlandart.net/archives/barack-obama-bw.png"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 402px; height: 477px;" src="http://www.portlandart.net/archives/barack-obama-bw.png" border="0" alt="" //abr /divMy girl a href="http://agnesagyepong.blogspot.com/"Agnes Agyapong/a has reminded me of something which had slipped my mind today, shockingly.../divdivbr //divToday marks a year since Barack Obama came to office and the world went collectively mad. I think I should remind people of the fever pitch that had spread from America and affected the world. Liberal American's seemed to think that the Democrats had somehow got a black Jesus running for them, African's claimed him as one of their own because he is half-Kenyan and therefore about to drag the continent out of it's abject poverty and us Brits...well I don't really know iwhy/i but Obamamania had us to in it's clutches and refused to let go. People were hosting Obama parties, in fact I have never seen Brits embrace American's in quite this way, we don't tend to respect American's, at least not so effusively in the open. But here it was! The Obama, 'Yes we can' magic was breathtaking in that manner.divbr //divdivNow a year on...all I hear is deafening silence. Agnes argues that the silence is because people have realised that Obama is not God come to save us all. I must say I tend to agree, but also I think people being bipeople/i/b are always circling like sharks after building up someone so high. On the one hand, there are those who always detested him and that rose as his popularity did. Then on the other hand, there were people who were so ibso/b/i influenced by the hype they really did believe he would be some single-handed world messiah. There were so many people in each camp that a year on there are enough of the unrealistic and disappointed to mingle with those who never liked Obama and what results is this resounding and sullen silence and disinterest. All I can say as a mild supporter is that I am glad of the silence because now people might leave him some space to do what he wanted to do so now 'yes bWE/b span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"(as in everyone)/span can'! /divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-3513639573227052486?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
November 03, 2009
23:12
Disappointment, and other stories
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span xmlns=""pSo Sunday was my boyfriend's birthday and they day I lost my mind. It's been a long time since I've been so thoroughly disappointed. I planned to spend the day with him and he told me that he would be at home all day so that was cool. Yay. I was ecstatic, as in strongpure euphoria/strong. I've never been so damn happy to spend time with another human being strongemIN MY LIFE/em/strong. Like ever. Well as I say this I'm sure that I've probably felt close to this before. Really close but emthis was different/em. strongThis was amazing/strong, my heart was doing little running leaps and skipping every so often just thinking about this amazing quality time we were strongemfinally/em/strong going to have together. My planning and preparation for this day had been in a word, crap. I mean end of the month/beginning of the month time is when all the direct debits come out and you realise that you must really get out of debt span style="font-size:8pt;"(this is emnot /emmy portion, I am in the middle of sorting out my debt-free plan thanx to a href="http://www.fabulouslybroke.com/"this /aspan style="color:red;"a href="http://www.fabulouslybroke.com/"blog/a/span)/span. Nonetheless I gathered as much money span style="font-size:8pt;"(that I do not have)/span together as I could to try a give this boy something that shows how much I care.br //ppAt first I was gonna get him this really nice scarf span style="font-size:8pt;"(that a mate could get emwith /ema discount for me, can I get a hallelujah!)/span, but then I realised he has something very similar. Darn it! Then I decided that I would send him a poem that I saw on a href="http://singordinarywords.blogspot.com/"Love Affair with Words/a which shows just how I feel sometimes when I'm with him but can't explain even half as eloquently. BTW, if you haven't please check out her blog, chick is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Honest. Anyway, I'm running around like a headless chicken finding a beautiful frame to put this amazing poem in. Then I find it, perfect size and everything! So i'm in my happy glow when I call strongemAfrocentric/em/strong and tell her a little bit of my plans for the day and generally give her my love as she's been feeling poorly span style="font-size:8pt;"(get well soon my sugar banana!)/span. So I had texted him earlier to say I'd call after church so I call and get no response. Ok cool. I rush home and check what I have at home to cook, oh dear, nothing. So I make a reservation at a nearbyspan style="font-size:8pt;"(ish)/span restaurant that I can span style="font-size:8pt;"(just about)/span afford. I'm tidying up my house and singing along to Christiana Love and Kwaku Gyasi and miss his call by about 15 minutes. I call back. No response. Ok cool, turn my music back up and continue my happy caterwauling then my mum tells me she's off to work a night shift and I'll see her tomorrow morning. So I check my clock, an hour has passed since my call back. I call again, no response. *sigh* I'm starting to get a little irritated, I hate waiting. Plus he strongemsaid /em/stronghe had nothing doing today so what the hell?!br //ppTo cut a long-ass story short, the little prick doesn't show and doesn't call either, even though my calls continue. No longer am I just seeing what's up, by the end of the night I'm just pissed off and upset and confused. Oh and did I mentioned, I'm seriously pissed off. His ass is soo lucky he never turned his phone off or cancelled a call or full scale war would have broken out.br //ppNow I'm not (well at least I don't think I am) an unreasonable lass, sure on your birthday you are free to do as you wish. strongBUT/strong, if you say you are going to see someone then the least you can do is let them know you can't make it. And if that someone is your girlfriend then it should be a call, an apology and an explanation. In that order. And to add some context for those of you who are still insisting I am being unreasonable, a href="http://lifenlivingit.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-evil.html"read this post/a add to that the fact that I haven't seen him in strongA MONTH /strongeven though we live pretty much in the same areastrongem. Now tell me I'm being unreasonable./em/strongbr / /ppHerein lays stories of disappointment, embarrassment, confusion, self-loathing, pain and anger.br //ppI haven't explained the self-loathing have I? Well put it this way...After all of that emstrongstill/strongbr / /emI love him. Fuckeries./p/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-1167846273936272574?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
October 27, 2009
10:11
Ensuro Dɛn Ɔtamfo Bɛ Yɛ...
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(tr: Do not fear what the enemy will do)divbr //divdivThis morning I woke up feeling good with songs of praises and encouragement on my lips African (GH) stylie..../divdivbr //divdivdivbChristiana Love and Kwaku Gyasi - Mesuafre Awurade/b/divdivI'm loving this song at the moment introduced to me by my girl bia href="http://altiustendo.blogspot.com/"Sankofa/a. /i/b/divdivbispan class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hv8zG6zdJP8amp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hv8zG6zdJP8amp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/i/b/divdivbbr //b/divdivbChristiana Love - Memma Me Wirenfi/b/divdivThis is also another current fav./divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gqb2QXv1QRIamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gqb2QXv1QRIamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/divdivbbr //b/divdivbAma Boahemaa - Awurade Woba Eko/b/divdivThe first (and so far only) time I went to GH, this was one of the gospel songs that was everywhere! I went out and bought the album I was so in love but Aunty Adwoa 'borrowed' it so all I have left is to listen to it on YouTube..../divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EIgcJXx7KWEamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EIgcJXx7KWEamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/div/divdivbr //divdivbEsther Smith - Ensuro/b/divdivI'm an Esther Smith fan for days!!!! This woman produces songs that call out to me. Love this one./divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dnQOmR5Yuwamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dnQOmR5Yuwamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/divdivbbr //b/divdivbEsther Smith - Gye No Di/b/divdiv...And an-o-ther one! Great for worship time./divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRD5Zhv2xnEamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRD5Zhv2xnEamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/divdivbr //divdivbspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"Esther Smith - Agyidif/span/bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"ɔ/span/b/spanbspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;" Ataban/span/b/divdivI told you I istan/i for this lady, this is my fav of all time!/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HaN5E07FjUoamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HaN5E07FjUoamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/divdivbbr //b/divdivbCindy Thompson - Awurade Kasa/b/divdivThis is a general Ghana gospel great song. You can feel the emotion in this song...she is singing speak to me Lord so my heart can be at rest..../divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JqE7-SzUasamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JqE7-SzUasamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/span/divdivbbr //b/divdivbDiana Antwi-Hamilton - Ensi Wo Yie/b/divspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "h1 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 19px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; background-position: initial initial; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "This is the Diana Hamilton who was my youth choir leader for a lil' while (when I used to inflict my voice on the poor people at FGT!). This was a wonderful day, Diana we need another one!/span/h1/spandivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4mKFgt61MEamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"/paramparam name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/paramparam name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/paramembed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4mKFgt61MEamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"br //span/span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; "Kwaku Gyasi - Onyame Aseda Yebebree/span/span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"This song is so upbeat...enjoy!/span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"bspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZhHN-vxLAQamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZhHN-vxLAQamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/b/span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"bbr //b/span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"bMidnight Crew - Igwe/b/span/span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"Now for a little Naija flavour, to leave you on a high...you know ur lying if you don't like this song!/span/span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7DzwmlGpboamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7DzwmlGpboamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"br //span/span/divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"divHave a blessed day people/divdivbr //divdivxXx NsorommaCOTH/div/span/span/span/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-1804884195511872963?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
October 26, 2009
23:45
My Silence
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asjarra.com/files/tig/updates/silence.jpg"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 525px;" src="http://www.asjarra.com/files/tig/updates/silence.jpg" border="0" alt="" //abr /div style="text-align: center;"br //divdiv style="text-align: left;"span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"Here's some badly written poetry from my uni days....I'm feeling it today. Whaddya think?/span/divspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"div style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); min-height: 1100px; counter-reset: __goog_page__ 0; line-height: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"div class="Section1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"br //span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"It’s funny but I can’t even talk these days/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"All I do day by day is hide away/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"Inside I’m so withdrawn from things./span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"It’s the only way to stay safe from what life brings./span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"Something is broken deep down inside/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"Will it ever fix so I can fling my arms wide?/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"I want so badly to participate again/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"But if I’m hurt again will I recover from the pain?/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"Right now I feel like I’m barely able to breathe./span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"In this state mere tears is more than I can hope to achieve./span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"Am I weak Lord to feel like this,/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"When Jesus, the only righteous Lamb was betrayed with a kiss?/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"So is this my turn, my betrayal, from one I love?/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"To hurt me so true when I though he was the hand to my glove?/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"Or is it more like the trials of your servant Job,/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"His faith so strong the enemy though he tried couldn’t make him sob./span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"But am I failing because I weep within?/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"Is it the trials of faith or penance for sin?/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"I feel so low and unworthy before you,/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"Always you loved me but forever I couldn’t stay true./span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"I’m a failure Lord please forgive your child,/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"I’ve lost all urges I once had to be wild./span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"I pray that you’ll grant me your perfect peace,/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"So the pa/span/span/span/spanspanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"in will go; and the numbness cease./span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"By your side and in your will, I aim to depart never,/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"Because through you alone can I be a happy child forever./span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"I thank you for all you’ve done for me,/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "spanspanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"I’m so lucky that my Father you’ll always be!/span/span/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:WR1SxXq9mGzoCM [www.asjarra.com] credits/a/span/p/div/div/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-7761547324409714911?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
October 25, 2009
18:11
Being A Mate
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a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/SuSTSw3FRMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FvhACIUgaSo/s1600-h/BFF.jpg"img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396600204059559106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/SuSTSw3FRMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FvhACIUgaSo/s400/BFF.jpg" border="0" //a divdivdivRecently I have been a tad worried about the kind of friend I am. Situations and life in general have got me so that many people have been left behind and out of my life.br /divdivbr /divI read the article a href="http://deliciouslysunsational.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-better-friend-3.html"How to be a better friend/a on Deliciously Sunsational and it really set my mind to work. Am iI/i the kind of friend I would want? I mean I'm far from perfect and striving to get there everyday but am I really doing enough? So I decided to look at what iI/i want in a friend and see if I fit my own criteria../divbr /divb1. Trustworthy/b - This is key...I mean who want's a friend that they can't trust. If I tell you something and I hear about it from someone else then obviously I am going to question our friendship span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(cue cries of 'how could she ibdo/b/i that to me?')/span. It's a simple enough request but how many of us do this in reality. Sometimes we want perspective on something we have been told by our friend in order to give them better responses which is a fair point, but as a friend should you really be doing that? Other times, people use their 'friendship' with one person as gossip fodder and ibthat/i/b can never be right./divbr /pb2. Honest/b - I guess this goes hand in hand with being trustworthy, in that a dishonest person is never trustworthy but an honest one might be. Hmmmm...let's take a moment to ponder...A honest person can be untrustworthy??? biOh yes!!/b/i For instance I could tell you something which I would rather you didn't share but not put that stipulation on youspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;" (because I am assuming you have the common sense to know that I bdo not/b want you telling Sarah that I think her boyfriend is an ass even though he is )/span. When I later ask if it was you who told Sarah my view and you tell me yes then you're honest but cannot keep my business to yourself. Now before people get up in arms, I will happily say I have friends in this category. I prefer the honesty about an inability to keep your mouth shut to the staring deep into my eyes to tell me you would never do such a thing when you have. I have evidence on tape./ppb3. Available/b - Now call me needy, self-absorbed, whatever, but if you are supposed to be imy/i friend then when I am rushed to hospital/lost my cat/broke up with my boyfriend/bored or otherwise need you, you don't just become unavailable. Hold on a sec, I'm not a brat, you have a life, I have a life and we both need to live them but the girl who never makes it out to my birthday, never come to see me in hospital and refused to hold my hand when my cat died is biNOT/i/b my friend. Busy is understandable, permanently unavailable is not./ppstrong4. Supportive/strong - Again ties in with emotional availability, I have friends who have been in different continents who have supported me through life better than those who live up the road and round the corner. Being supportive is knowing I have exams sending me an encouraging text and promising to see me for post-exams tears/drinks. The unsupportive friend demands that I come out to the rave her ex-boyfriend's, younger sister's, bestfriend's boyfriend is throwing and saying that failure to attend means the end of our friendship./ppb5. Brutal/b - Now that sounds plain wrong! But if my supposed best mate is sleeping with my man, my uncle is hitting on you or you know why my lecturer keeps failing me because my work sucks you imust/i tell me. It's imperative and very, bvery/b scary but it has to be done. The people who have kindly and tactful told me the painful brutal truth are people who mean the world to me. Better put, the people who have withheld this kind of information are generally considered scum of the earth material./ppNow do I fit these categories? True question, iam I/i? I mean I iwant/i to be the model friend and I'd like to tell you that I am. But honestly, I don't believe that to be the case at all. I do fail at each of the stages I am afraid to say but to all myb firneds out there, old and new, I pray that I can work on this part of myself and become the best friend I can be./ppLove you all,/ppNsoromma...Child of the Heavens xXx/ppspan style="font-size:78%;"a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/bff/commentcherry/cherrytap/comment_graphics/bff/images/bff10.gif"Image Credits/a/span/p/div/div/div/div/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-5908557101248454157?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
October 16, 2009
23:51
Something To Relieve the Blah-ness...
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Hey people,divbr //divdivI know it's been a span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"lil/span' while. I biam/i/b still here with a million and one half finished blog posts to my name. I really must finish some of them but I'm feeling a bit...well...blah, for want of a better word. You know the feeling, where you have things to do, don't want to do them, generally melancholy for no genuine definable reason...it's just...blah. You know? span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"Anyhoo/span, I've been jamming a lot to my music in this introverted period span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(which may in some part contribute to the blah-span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"ness/span)/spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;" /spanand here's one from my span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"cheerie/span 'summer' pile to keep you span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(and I)/span going and away from the blahs until I get on a finish these darn posts./divdivbr //divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"object width="445" height="364"param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpkFcrkYNREamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1"param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpkFcrkYNREamp;hl=enamp;fs=1amp;color1=0x402061amp;color2=0x9461caamp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"/embed/object/span/divdivbr //divdivSee ya soon,/divdivN span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"xXx/span/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-1917095740941564731?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
October 10, 2009
17:05
Jokes!!!!!!!!!
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divBefore you look at this, I biknow/i/b i'm wrong but last year on the way to church span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(OMD on the way to ichurch/i not less...)/span I was sitting next to a lady and I caught a glimpse of her feet. Lordy, iLORDY/i, would you cop a look at these bad boys! Her toes were hanging over the edge and talk about hard, dry flakes around her toes...ewwwwww! I resolved to myself then and there as I looked the other way and popped my phone out to take a silence snap that a footfile will be my BFF until I die!/divdivbr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/StC-5zfKwvI/AAAAAAAAADY/5XxzLew0x5I/s1600-h/fone+001.jpg"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/StC-5zfKwvI/AAAAAAAAADY/5XxzLew0x5I/s400/fone+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391018654245241586" //abr //divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-8450521844201892400?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
October 08, 2009
11:40
A Change Is Gon' Come...
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ronmartin.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/choices.jpg"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 384px;" src="http://www.ronmartin.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/choices.jpg" border="0" alt="" //abr /div style="text-align: left;"Why is it people always try to convince you that a wealth of choices is a bigood/i/b thing. It is not! It is bNOT/b! I feel like I've reached span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(yet another) /spancritical juncture in my life, with many many choices and I don't know what to do! Here's what I ibdo/b/i know span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(short list)/span:/divdivollibI know I need a job/bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;" (as in a iproper/i one, the one I have at the moment sooooo doesn't count)/span. I know I need to keep sending CV's and covering letters, filling out evil application forms and being open about networking my way into a job, but honestly I'm bisick/i/b of it! I feel like I'm turning circles and getting nowhere./lilibI know that I need to better organise my time/b. I never seem to have enough of it, I'm sick of forever running late iand/i forever running low on the energy required to speed me up to catch-up in my own life!/lilibI know that I want to be with this dude/b. However, I'm not sure if it wise and I don't know biibhow in HELL/bspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"/span/i/i/bii/i/ib. /bI'm going to cope with the BMD span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(baby-mama drama) /spanwhich seems sure to follow./liblibI know that I need to work on my finances/b.span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;" But than /spanithat/i span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"just sends me back into a stress about job hunting....pleeeeeeeeeease let's not go there again, yeah?/span/lilibI know that I want to work on my relationship with God/b. span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"This is a no brainer for me I guess because I just have to do it...but then comes up the genuine, /spani'I have no time'/ispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;" which for some reason always sounds insincere. And I /spanispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"guess/span/ispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;" if I could become a little more organised.../span/li/b/oldivCome to think of it if I sort out my relationship with God I'd probably be able to sort out all the rest, right? But honestly, it's all so very frustrating! I keep thinking that whatever decision I do make may end up shaping me for life. And ithat's/i a scary thought!/divdivbr //divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"a href="http://www.ronmartin.net/blog/archives/date/2007/12"Image credits/a/span/div/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-3488361025697331053?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
October 06, 2009
0:37
Happy!
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divbr //divdiva onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:faJCf3R3vtf0fM [www.truthbehindmysmile.co.uk] src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:faJCf3R3vtf0fM [www.truthbehindmysmile.co.uk] border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 90px; " //abr /I'm such a saddo! Why? Because right now I'm just so darn happy. I mean as I sit here writing this, it's funny because I'm in a room with two other people watching BBC News 24, I'm doing exactly what I spent my 4-hour-shift doing....fantasising about HIM. I can't help it, maaaaaaaaan, I bican't /i/bhelp it. But just thinking about him is making me smile. I feel relieved that I'm feeling something again. It's soooo sad but I feel hopeful, and happy again!/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-4911840265940579822?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
October 03, 2009
23:34
A Day of Epic Proportions
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.retroclipart.com/catalog/images/OhMyGosh.jpg"img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.retroclipart.com/catalog/images/OhMyGosh.jpg" border="0" alt="" //abr /Today was a spectacular day. I bidid/i/bi/i see this boy who had me all shaky. We spoke and cried and kissed and for the first time since we split up well over a year ago I realised what I had missed about him. He makes me laugh. He's sweet and caring and oh-so considerate when he's near me. Ok, ok, ok...let me stop there because I am well aware that I am waxing lyrical about this guy. Let me put my feet back on the ground and remember, he is a man and much as I care for him he is still fallable. But right now it's really hard for me to remember that. So bare with me.divbr //divdivBut going back a bit in the day, he called me straight out of work and was like 'baby, I know how long it takes you to get ready sometimes so I'm giving you a head start. I'll be at yours to see you in about 20 minutes'. Ok, cool. ibThat/b/ib/b sent me into a full whirring mess, my room was a tip within 5 minutes trying to figure out what to wear and trying not to have my broad grin develop into a headache later on. My gosh, I was grinning bHARD/b!/divdivbr //divdivSo in the middle of this my girl gives me her phone telling me someone wants to talk to me. bWHO/b? I hear you cry. ibAnother/b/ib ex, /b in fact, the very one I was with between now and this first guy. iIt get's better/i. He tells me after approximately a minute-and-a-half of small talk that he wants my address as he is coming over so I should text it to him bNOW/b. Before I can respond all I hear is a dial tone..../divdivbr //divdivbiOH SHEEEEEEEEEEEEET!/i/bi/i Tried calling back to convince him to reconsider his timing but I get a big fat no. He's coming with his mate who is close to my girl and they are determined. span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"But...WAIT.../spanbspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"it's get's /span/bibspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"even/span/b/ibspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;" better/spani./i/b Both ex's arrive at approximately bTHE SAME TIME/b. I thought I was going to faint. I managed to keep them apart with quick thinking but now ex no. 2 is ialso/i in my head because I still like him and I missed him. But ihe/i seemed to miss me more and wants to 'reconnect', oh dear. But iI/i want to see him too, oh dear. But I don't want him back but I'm not even sure that 'friendship' would iwork/i. But i'm in love with the first dude...grrrrrrrrrr./divdivbr //divdivFunnily enough, it's not like i'm confused about who I want to be with. It's just the timing of it all, it's kind of sad. Ex no. 2 may have had a chance on any other day and I don't even want to go through it with him as to why it's not going to happen again. I don't know how I would explain it. I never even explained why we broke up ifirst/i time round and I'm pretty certain he doesn't know and wants an explanation./divdivbr //divdivTake it from me people, don't avoid these hard topics, they balways/b come back to bite you! Pheeeeeeeew! What a day!/divdivbr //divdivxXx Nsoromma...COTH/divdivbr //divdivIf you want to know more about the background of my love fiasco's both guys here are mentioned in this a href="http://lifenlivingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/drama-wahala-asem.html"Life...and Living It/a post, can you work out which one is which?/divdivbr //divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"Image credits: /spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;" /spanspan style=" ;color:green;"span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"www.retroclipart.com//spanspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"wbrcatalog/images/OhMyGosh.jpg/span/span/span/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-3102885631794539365?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
11:43
The Saga Continues...
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:aNaPE1bQu1wLSM [supersquadra.net] style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:aNaPE1bQu1wLSM [supersquadra.net] border="0" alt="" //abr /Has anyone else ever thought that their life is just one great big saga of drama? No? biNO?!/i/bi/i So it's just me then? Oh dear, well if you follow or have had a look at a href="http://lifenlivingit.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-it-die.html"Life...and Living It /ayou will know that my love life is something pretty amazing! To cut a long tired story short my ex has recently had a baby with some chick span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(got her pregnant while we were broken up, grrrrrrrrrrr)/span and then even more recently sent me miserable by declaring his undying love span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"(thoughts such as knife...pain...and heart come to mind)/span,i /iithenspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;" even more recently he told me that he really wants to try again and I should think about it./spandivbr //divdivspan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"Hmmm...well I've thought and I decide that, yeah, I do want to be with him. I'm so scared though, I know everyone makes mistakes but I really hope this isn't one. So I'm meant to be seeing him this weekend...feeling nauseous, my heart is racing and my hand shake a bit every now and then...oooh wish me luck people!/span/div/idiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-5617278736772563056?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
1:14
Change Today
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span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"Here's a little something I wrote a couple years ago which is so relevant right now. I feel like my life was just at a cross roads but I've finally chosen a direction. Praise God!/span/pp style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; "span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"br //span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"Today, is the beginning of the rest of my life,/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"Today, is the day for change/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"No more wallowing in struggle and strife/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"My life I shall rearrange./span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"I’m not putting it off no more/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"TODAY! I shall begin/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"My ambition is not to be poor/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"I’ll be a wealthy woman within/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"To do this I need to fulfil myself/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"With deeper things than I do/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"I’m ready and willing and able to shelf/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"The silly things I go through/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"TODAY! I shall spring clean my mind/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"Changing my number without delay/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"No more uselessness in my life you’ll find/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"'Cuz my life re-starts today!/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"Today, is the beginning of the rest of my life/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"Today, is the day for change/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"No more wallowing in struggle and strife/span/span/pp style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0pt; text-align: center; "span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "span style="font-size:6;"My life I shall rearrange!/span/span/p/spandiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-6559455202838271102?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
October 02, 2009
23:55
Allow Me To Introduce Myself....
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/SsaVg10gRWI/AAAAAAAAADM/X0VDgru9LZM/s1600-h/WeeMee_16182778_for_ghanatricia.jpg"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1Y4MCYQFDs/SsaVg10gRWI/AAAAAAAAADM/X0VDgru9LZM/s400/WeeMee_16182778_for_ghanatricia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388158395631027554" //abr /div style="text-align: justify;"Hi there, with some encouragement from my friends I've decided to embark on my first individual blog. For those of you who don't know mespan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;" (and even those who do!)/span, I'll just introduce myself.../divdivbr //divdivI'm Nsoromma...Child of the Heavens a.k.a. Nsoromma...COTH a.k.a. Nsoromma and on lazy days just N. A twenty-something, graduate, UK born, of Ghanaian heritage, female potential world changer I guess I'm just adjusting into my place in this world and growing up span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"(in my head I don't /spanispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"feel/span/ispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;" like my teens were that long ago!)/span. I'll just be blogging about what I like to talk about sometimes that's relationships, sometimes politics, my faith, music, sports, tv, fashion and anything else that springs to mind. Looking for a forum on which I can express myself, seek, and offer advice. So I hope you enjoy my ramblings and get to know me span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"(just a little, I'm not advertising for stalkers here-oo!)/span./divdivbr //divdivNsoromma...Child of the Heavens xXx/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335076084601632458-3757899787678662700?l=baringtestament.blogspot.com' alt='' //div

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