Temmydiary

Twinkling my pen over my sleeves as u to my sheet and quietly gazing round like the tick of the clock made a whole note of my devotion in a language church.   Sunday was different, in my dairy it will bare a record of a new experience in worship. Well, will you spend a whole service year and not have a knowledge of what the native Sunday service looks like? Hmm...!, definitely I'm sure you want it. It's interesting, of course new experience should be explore. Waking up early still rapped up trying to beat the cold, I offered my prayers to the father, though I still arrived church minutes late. Stepping foot at the church, it reminded me so much about badagry, a clear picture of it where service is done in two languages, the native and English, but seems I found a slim difference. As I stepped in I quietly found a sit, after all you wouldn't want to attract the crowd when you few minute late. That's Fibian beside me who found a way to church since I wasn't ready by t...

  I couldn't find my note but then a piece was a available for use, After all, a book is not judge by its cover. Guys! I found something beautiful....., A heart warmth felt attraction of happiness on display in a broken screen. Hmm...! It's heart intriguing, meanings and loft with stories. I saw smiles, its captivating. It was intentional, it was true, full of life, a bedrock of confidence and hope. Actions are weighed, of course they're scaled. Hey ma'am! I wonder what you enforced that triggered her joy? She responded "I spread happiness" (smile) See joy contagious, a full portion of it, It buries the winks and smoothen the curves Oh! how you penetrated the aged in ditch of life, It is just your smile, a spread of marvel, marvelous in sight in a stance of light.

I found a child in the institute of destiny, lingering in the path of unknown, ploughing an unpaved space. It was a course for battle and a sheath for "the hammers". In the latch of her quest and sting of fate, A river have flown with habitat of stank. Fate stade in choice, a stub with no option rallying round in disposition of arrogance weighing levies of limp than choicest A Prince in the pinnacle of his chamber. Hmm...! I'm a Face in the shadow of faceless I'm dark yet right in the tunnel of night, I'm stuck in my desert of despondency I'm lost in the track of destiny. Oh! What is hope It said he's liberty of thought than conquest A prisoner's favorite meal, a feeling rather than real . Don't blame me, it's just a mirror of my thought. How long shall I battle, wrestling at a spot I feel my strength fading, roughen in an unending struggle, all spot leading in an unspotted terrain, I'm a long ranger in the quest of life. Oh! When I cry it...

  The prize is worth it, at least you're being compensated , that's the rational response I'd have gotten from almost everyone. Ah! Susan! "I hate teaching" muttered that to a colleague of mine as I left the class after I was done with my period. She smiled "You'll soon round up" What I discovered? Sometimes we don't like something but we just have to do it, and sometimes we push forward on this not because of the compelled, but for the greater benefits. I remember serving a dish of encouragement to my colleagues a day before yesterday as we contemplate on a particular matter... " The only drive I have left is this students and not the management " temmy quote. I think is just it... Yes! sometimes is all about a drive and hanging unto it nothing else. Chai! I think is a force, a magnetic force like an attraction of the rocket to the space. Mehn!  there's satisfaction and convenience in that drive, it surpass a neutral ground abs😉

I only lay my head for nap, seconds later I found out I have transcended into the space of littering thoughts. It was all scattered here and there, It is a true saying that " wahala no dey finish ". I found a liberal thought, a matter of coincide in priority.  My thoughts mingled with pending, which will I opt for? I attest.... jumping up and shaking off a sleepy head, sacrificing a comfort for responsibility, a worthy emulation come in Any weather. Things has not really been rollercoaster to Jupiter, Mars becoming hot than cold. All we'll need is an adjustment in discomfort, cracking our gravels for light, Now it's all smokey but a spark sooner than later as we proceed. CAIO Amigo's😃 Sorry is just coming... Data caused the restriction, thanks to midnight sub😀

  A reserved better for the best, Sunday was a double doze . See!, it only drew a colt between God's revelation and it's mystery. A mystery of revelation in performance. Chai! If you've not tasted God, you've not live a life , all you've ever lived is a mirage. Nothing goes for Nothing right? One of the major reason I can boldly say indeed (God) I'll do a New Thing, that was the theme of January edition of our corpers prayer here in Eket. Chai!, if you've not seen men in the spirit, I think you just miss a scene today. Mehn! Sincerely men rewrote history here, New foundation were laid, Future were secured, even will of God(marriage) matter were settled ❤ Nna ehn...! I no go lie you... I LOVE EKET PLATOON ( family ) If for any reason I forgot NYSC experience, I can't forget this lovely, friendly, cherished lovers of God. I met awesome beautiful souls. Hmm... see ehn! I'm inviting you far and near to attend the month edition... Ciao 😄

And today serves me right,22, Jan happens to be the monthly combine get together of the dlcf corpers fellowship Akwa Ibom state. It has been a ritual from on set that we combine once in a month for this historic event, it has always been a refreshing time, at least if not for anything, the opportunity to see other friends which distance have denied u the opportunity. Today's own a mix of new old experience which I fell in love with. Let's start from the scratch.... "The vigil" Daddy returned back from work the day b4 yesterday (his work has been a month on and a month off) he's been desperate to see his children"corpers" since the holiday, so he fixed Friday to be a family meeting and vigil. Mehn! It was an expensive time in God's presence, and well deserving. See cabashing like no man's business, we rounded up past 1am, sisters went in their masses to their lodge while the big brothers had to crash in the church, the mat and the open space selve...

Tell me something about our angel hmm... Our angel! Well, Not all angels are on white, some are on a beautiful golden attire, putting on heels and clothe with a gown of distinction. Tell me about their heart, their heart! chuckle... Their heart is soft, with muscle walls and artery pumping blood, the central of life with intent clear as crystal, Their garment speaks about them, it is beauty for beauty, their gown, royalty for royals their heels, an elevation little higher than man, thou hast made him a little lower than the angels Oh! Our angel is beautiful she's full of life and strength, sacrificial and humble Her smile, the dew of morning charming and bright as Lucifer 😄 Little wonder her golden garment fits in the white Only for our dearest Angel 😍

 It's too early for a nap here right...? But sometimes it can almost be an unnoticed leave with no formal request. I stumbled on something that serves me a boost to my pen, and a reserve to my strength. * Expect the best and get it * Believe in yourself and in everything you do * Develop the Power to reach your goal * Break the worry habit and achieve a relaxed life * Improve your personal and professional relationship * Assume control over your circumstances * Be kind to yourself(NVP). This are piece of cake on a plate. It serves me right, I felt this pushed. One of the thing I've discovered even long before now that has caused a seasonal writing is... It is spirited and more contingent. Well that about that, I brought my attention into the jingoistic of today. Thursdays for CDS as usual, it only took another dimension, L.I on his seat, that calls authority as he dished and conclude on what he called "you do anyhow you see anyhow" (lol)  such statement could only com...

Hmm... Sigh!   I'm still trying to wake up from what will have been, "Oh boy! You screwed it up" Screwed up!? Yea... my screwed up. Slating a personal principle can become a foundation of a consequence you may want to live with forever. What was mine? OK, here we go. Stepping into the class and meeting your students for the first time, everyone will want to own a document of your assertion. Mine was brief not up to 20lines😁 What was the note on the line today? No use of cane in my class. Really, I almost screwed it up(smile) well, can that be a big deal as a corper teacher?  Not at all, my personal assertion made the big deal. " Get out of my class now, and for the next three weeks you're ban from entering my class"😬😦 Woa! so this reserve guy gat balls?(laugh) I think everyone does though, hitting the wall only let it spark. What could have really happen? Banking on my disposition fueled anger. " what are you still doing outside, I told you to report...

  Hey sane!, master of normalcy You say, I lost sane But this stay, and that I'll say I'm not insane I'm just a happy wanderer hey sane!, pageant of beauty You say I lost smell  And don't deserve the aisle But my aisle have been the highway I'm just a happy wanderer hey sane!, panel of judges Liberals of justice  But no man fight my cause I've been defenseless in city of sane for, I'm just a happy wanderer hey sane!, architect of home maestro de la comodidad You built your five star But I lodge the street for, I'm just a happy wanderer hey sane! how do you conclude insanity is it by the pageant of beauty your panel of judges the luxuries of your home? I'm just a happy wanderer If is beauty, polish my fragrance if is Justice, fight my cause if luxuries, furnish me a comfort For in sane, sanity knows equality for, I'm just a happy wanderer😄

  Waking up in a spotlight of a conceded concluded thought...  I just followed suit, placing every tice in the appropriate box. It will fit in right...? My day will decide that, although I feel more in charge than ever before. It's a more deliberate action rather than chance. A champ asked me something this morning... "Were you down"? (lol) I naively comply... I was, still wiping my ass but me this morning in my shinny shoe 😂 Hmm! What with the shinny shoe? Chuckle... metaphoric. Oops! 10:05am, I gat to go I'll be right back 😀 ........................ A basic class can't last up to 4 hours, tidying other matters kept me till now 1:27pm. You know, Sometimes, taking charge is usually deliberate. Last note last night labelled colourful blazing, Hmm....! It was more an intentional conceit, its like changing a formation in the break of halftime Jolable will still remember my chant of colourful slitting gator and a shinny shoe😂, a intentional cohere of stand for a b...

  Isn't it the first day of the week Oh! I remember keep the Sabbath day holy It was not much my colourful Sunday as my room retained me and my mobile hooked the sermon Though it didn't hinder a sacred commitment and a open countenance, as the humane still connect divinity in a cube box abode. " Launch out into the deep, and let down your net for a draught" (Luke 6:4)  Wasn't just a statement in red, it was more than just an instruction from the master to his disciples at that time It was all I needed for an exposure of an after act, a reward for a sacrificial service. Words are weighty right? No wonder my subconscious still retain equivalent in diminishing return  and this just fit in the pegbox as the launch broke nets with employed hands Hmm...! I got a sign Tell me about it, I see HOPE in bold letter A sign of a shower 💦because tomorrow I wanna look colourfully blazing✌

Is it true? Creative spiritual thinking has amazing power to give "right" answers. One a phrase I stumbled on trying to arrange my little collections. (The power of Positive thinking) NVC Was it spiritually connected? Well, I can't make a conclusion as my cold bath at noon also offered me a song... Jesus your word is true and I put my trust in you to make me  more than a conqueror more than a conqueror more than a conqueror And I know that I can't loose I found my strength in you to make me more than a conqueror more than a conqueror more than a conqueror.... Hmm...! this found a way of escaping my mouth, in the battle between the tide of defeat and courage Apparently, words are weighty with more or no diminishing return, But here I'll go after the aforementioned It is weighty with equivalent diminishing return as well as,   spiritual thinking, an amazing power to give "right" answers☺

  Friday always ring a chorus "Thank God is Friday" Its recommended though, a reward for hectic week days In burden and ease the chorus rings different tone What was it at your end How was mine? Well (shrugs) It was Tòpē in the most retarded tone of the natives gnashing right?(lol) Didn't sound nice as the language though... Well!, a singular expression of a dissatisfied thought Hmm...! My status holds a "disparage of sanity" It can be a bilingual in my expression "menosprecio de la cordura" A ticktock of a bamboozle bemuse, I thought "tòpē" in the loudest was the loudest not until minor click 9o'clock, "tòmitópè was bleep hierarchically  as I shiver with no compensation of grace Sigh! Pardon me...  I lost my grips here I'm looking stale, frozen... Loopholes!

Oops! Coming in late right? Yea... CDS days can play twist of fate Some days you're a fan, saving you the stress of a teacher, Other days a rival, as the whole PA lava can draw a fight. On the majority I've been a fan, that feelings when you know you will put on a corper identity (khaki), out of the other days of the week. Hmm... Temmy!, does it worth it? Chuckle's... Well!, let me shed more light, Precious early hour time ironing a jacket(khaki) I seldom put on just to fulfill NYSC mandate! NO, It fetch me something more... It is a symbol of CONFIDENCE, ATTRACTION & RESPECT. Confidence!? Mr Principal would have questioned my absence on session but my khaki has always spoken on Thursday... In fact selfie at his door post that moment is a compliment Laugh... Attraction!? Beauty! Oh natural, but khaki buys that artificial attraction. Little wonder it bought me 85% free ride to and fro for CDS. smile... how beautiful I am(laugh) Here's the Respect, We close from CDS on...

 Stepping into the hall, opening the locker and that bookworm smell... Staying a metre away observing quietly the new girl taking the role of a news caster... Hovering around with your batch streams mate whom NYSC made colleagues... All this resurrect thoughts and conclusion in one note. Hmm...! Tell us about it (Smile) It is CONCESSION. Huh... Opps! CONCESSION!? Yea CONCESSION! OK! this is it. As at yesterday I reminded a colleague that I hate school settings... Why? (Smile) To me it is a worn out idea, why and how? OK! It's all the same curriculum vitae, A repetition of same line of activities week in week out I don't think it should be, I think it should be like a spirited writing, where inspiration is not clove on one pattern, A steady flow of ideas and connived thought as the wind and dance of the wave, To me I think I will have invested on a unique curriculum (Smile) Now here is the CONCESSION, I only stepped into this hall because week in week out I must be here, dazzlin...

 A lot runs through the head and mind Sometimes neutral and some a reflex of happenings, It's a suggestive bang with no willing permission.  Have you experience this clamour within you? Its like the whole organs within on a campaign Echo of echoes Big bang match Loud thundering exclamations Raft studded feet  chin clove fist Grasp muscle and gnashed tooth in the most commanding utterance but you on the outside composed like a song on five lines and four spaces Hmm...! Pendulum A ding dong of what a chaos can be In which your appearance contradict at the moment. sigh! Have you breathe foiled air? You inhale, Yes! respiration for living, the spaces between the now and then offers you a life but in contrast. A fight for survival amidst the gasp for oxygen and the diffuse of carbon dioxide. My week one, day 2 A string proportion of my comfort, Can't really dictate what my Fight Back should be...

 It feels great starting new but not much more like it as a corp member resuming back to your PPA. Much more candid when one has to leave the comfort of his home for the monthly clearance. The day breaks breaks brought cold and fog here in ss Peter & Paul comprehensive college, it looks like those morning where kettle should be heated and your mug with a rising steam. Dashing out of the room, my wristwatch my police indicating 5 more minute, I wouldn't want to start a tale behind on a fresh page. Hmm.....! The shot was just the right one, how satisfactory my pen was swift register my name first on the list. Walking down the lane to the staff room, it was all chorus in unison "good morning sir and happy new year" from both your most favorite and loggerhead students as it seems their new year revolution still on their artery(smile) Being in a private school where it is believe every penny paid should be amounted in your entire service holds a brighter bigger picture ser...

 Hey guys!  I'm picking up my virgin blog up this year "temmydiary" will be taking you on a journey of thoughts and spirited exposure of minds in dynamics. I hope you take your sit and fasten your sit belt and remain calm.  I'll pilot you in comfort and satisfaction beyond your imagination.