Grey Stripes Of Sarah

 Hello everyone, my name is Ubulaba and I am just a Sunday Christian who tours round churches every Sunday and hope to settle down soon. Nothing to be proud of, someday, I hope to change.  ******* Dear Dairy, It's another beautiful Sunday and I woke up with a lot of beautiful ideas of clothes to wear.  I laid them all out!  First outfit:  I didn't have the right shoes to wear with it, Second outfit:  the top looked somehow on my body Third outfit: Hmm...it didn't reflect my personality. Finally, I brought down my entire wardrobe.  I began another search for a church outfit.  By the time I finished ,bathed  and  dressed up, I looked like a model - just the way I desired but I was extra late. I decided to visit one of the churches I used to frequently visit. I was a worker there for two weeks before I resumed wandering.   I was so ashamed entering the church . The shame was more overwhelming than the pride in took in my outfit....

                              INA SONKI                              (Episode 4) In death, there is the power to love and to hate. Oh! The cost of service to one's country who pays for it, the Corper or the government? ***** 'Màatáa! Màatáa! Màatáaaaa!!!'  Musa yelled at his wife. He had never raised his voice on his wife until that moment. He has been talking. He has been calm. He has endured but no one seemed to be listening to him anymore. Now, it's time to yell, time to repeat his words over and over again. Maybe this time, there could be a difference. He was tired of his son Abubakar. He was tired of seeing him sad over a stranger. He was tired of watching him lose interest over his multimillion company he would one day leave for him to inherit. He was tired that a mere woman, not even a northern woman, got his son'...

Let God take charge! Calm down 'your mumu button dey God hand' Hahaha! Take a moment and look through these verses. The king's heart is in the hand of the Lord, as the rivers of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will. (Proverbs 21:1 KJV) Another version says; The king's heart is in the hand of the LORD, He directs it like a watercourse wherever he pleases (NIV) And another says; The king's heart is in the hand of the LORD like the rivers of water, He turns it wherever He wishes. (NKJV) Take another moment, think of the most powerful man alive; President Donald Trump, Xi Jinping, Pope Francis, President Vladimir Putin, Lionel Andrés Messi Cuccittini, Cristiano Ronaldo, Mark Zuckerberg, YOU! These very powerful men and all others are in God's hands. In Nigeria slang 'Their Mumu button dey God hand'. Like the Rivers....he is in control of them. He's like wind, no matter the depth or width of the sea, he controls them. This is q...

                                                                          BUCKET LIST: PLANS VERSES REALITIES Happy new month, new week, new Monday, new newness dear readers. I am super duper excited and expectant about this month. Are you? Well, let me show you something to start the month. Seat belt on, car starts,  are you ready!!! Before I show you, let us talk about this bucket list thingy first.  Just so you know, a bucket list is a list that contains some necessary stuff you are crazy about doing within a specific time. Some experts say it's a list of things you want to do before you kick the bucket (die), seriously, I am not ready ...

                               WHO STOLE THE MEAT FROM THE COOKING POT   Does this remind you of a childhood game? Very well, I suppose. It was a childhood game where we never saw who stole the meat from the cooking pot. Everyone kept passing the blame. ‘Oh me!’ ‘Yes, you’ ‘It couldn’t be, number 5 stole the meat from the cooking pot.’ On and on the search or interrogation for who stole the meat continues as different numbers are accused of it.  Who actually stole the meat from the cooking meat? It is not surprising that this question grew up with us into adulthood. We hardly admit our faults.  'Who did this?' 'Not me oh!' with our two hands raised in the air. 'It can be Nonso oh, go and ask him'.  This reminds me of what happened in my friend's offic some weeks ago. It was a very ...

What really makes me beautiful? They've told me so many times that I'm beautiful that I've lost counts. I also know that most times these compliments are borne from sincere hearts and honest lips. To be honest, I have put a lot of efforts to ensure I am always beautiful. I have read glossy fashion and beauty magazines and I have applied all I read to my life. I hired the best of make-up artists to put the best touches to my face. I have even put half of my fortune into buying the best body creams, shoes and my die to have clothes. The best to me is my JAR Bolt of lightening perfume, I call it my charm. It beckons everyone to my beauty. He tells I'm beautiful each time he sees me. He tells me he can't wait to marry me, to be the mother of his beautiful children. He shows me off to his friends like 24 karat gold trophy. Little Sis aspires to be like me. She will do anything to be like me.  For every beauty tip I give her, she pays a fortune in g...