12th

Happy new month shugars!!

It's December!!

Feel my excitement?  

December always does that to me. No matter how far I've been from my goals for the year , or how crappy I feel the year might have been, something about sniffing the 'December air' takes me to a happy place. 

A happy place. 

A thankful place. 

A thankful heart. 

Counting my physical blessings.  

And the non physical ones. 

Oh Lord I can't explain it but I am so grateful to you!!

I saw the quote below on nikki's blog..

Forgive yourself. When you wake up late.When you procrastinate.When you fail yourself.When you fail others. When you can’t leave the house.When you’re late paying bills. When you don’t have a job. When you’re failing in school.When you’re not pleasing your parents.When you hurt yourself. When you hurt others.When you lie to yourself. When you lie to others. When you love the wrong person.When you make the same mistake.When you feel defeated. When you lose your temper.When the last time turns into a time again. When you cheat yourself. When you’re not good to yourself.When you don’t have a plan. When you feel hopeless. When you hate yourself. When you’re impatient. When you tell yourself to give up. When you stop believing in yourself. When you lose faith. When you doubt yourself. When you forget to say I love you. Forgive yourself. - unknown

And I fell in love with the words. I read it over again, silently then out loud,repeated the words slowly,digesting it. It just feels apt that I stumbled on it at this time of the year and at this point in my life. 

I don't get excited about the end of the year because of the festivities, food, and the usual. Truth sef is ,I hardly do much food wise and 'gallivanting' wise this period. 
I get excited cos like a bursting dam whose doors are suddenly open, I see again how the Lord has been good to me and mine. God's goodness just comes rushing at me .
And it's a time that leads to a fresh start. Each moment is a fresh start,YES.... but there is THE New Year.

Are you excited about the end of the year? Got festive plans? Do share ..


Happy new month again shugars..
Welcome to December ......My month of Thanksgiving!

Xoxo..

Blog Book Tour / Giveaway

Hey everyone , how have you all been?
Is it just me or is this month so fast?! It's half way gone already.
Christmas cometh! :-)

In my last post, Nkem had asked about purpose and like i had said it was something i am working on. So imagine my delight when i read about Frances of Imperfectly Perfect Lives new book - 10 Steps To Walking In Purpose .

The author Frances Okoro is a Lawyer  by profession, a Writer and Christian blogger by passion and calling.

The title of the book is explanatory enough about the focus in the book, but the book actually explores more than just purpose [i picked up some wisdom  nuggets and did some needed reflections].


Intro
There has been an awakening in the hearts of men in recent times-an awakening to the fact that our lives on earth is meant for more- more than having an education- more than the great jobs -more than getting married and having a family.....

Men and women are awakening to the fact that they are not just aimless souls drifting through earth; they are here to fill a niche, manifest their light, give their talents and gifts to those who need them and finally, die empty.  
And this awakening has also found its home in my heart.  

 

Is there an awakening in your heart also?
Wanna continue reading?
I can't tell you about the book and not point you in a direction to get a copy for yourself ...there is love in sharing and i have  love for you reading this.

So there is a chance to get a free .pdf copy of the book, as Frances is graciously having a two weeks giveaway of the book.

Here are just some very simple rules to follow and then it would be emailed to you .

1. Share the book cover on twitter or Instagram ,referencing this blog post and with the hashtag #10stepstowalkinginpurpose .

Eg " Get your free copy of this book from www.itamiie.blogspot.com "
*don't forget to use the hashtag

2. Then leave a comment on this post with your email and Instagram user name/twitter handle used.



Dazall !!
Yes , that simple.
Participants who complied with the rules will be emailed their copies of the book on theMonday November 30th 2015.

I got a fresh understanding of walking in purpose when i read this book and i know you would also benefit from it too like i did....that's why am sharing with y'all .

Have a lovely week ahead shugars ..




Love and Light.
T.

Sisterhood

Hey shugars...yes, you reading this! 

Thank you for stopping by my space....
Tho' I may not see your comments, I 'see' your views...so I recognise your presence or your 'Waka pass'.   

Thanks for reading my lil words and drop your comments when you can.

So I got a blog award from the lovely Nkem of  HOME WORTH INTERIORS...(a cool interior blog).
I love reading blog awards, it's a way to find new blogs and get to know some more about the lovely people behind the blogs. 

I was quite suprised by the  nomination..and actually paused in surprise  for a min or two while I was reading her post lol

Thanks Nkem!!

Buh babe these your queshuns ehhhhh......

Anyway let's get the award rolling.....

So the Rules -
1. Give thanks and link to the blogger who nominated you. *done*

2. Put up the award logo on your blog. *will do*

3. Provide answers to the Jamb  questions asked.

4. Nominate 5 bloggers

5. Make up 10 Questions for your nominees to answer.

Answers to Nkem's Qs:

1.  Have you discovered your purpose in life and what it is. 

Me: At some point I thought I had, but now am not sure anymore. So this is one area am still working on in my life. 

2. Which one of your possessions has the most sentimental value to you. 

Me: My NKJV bible. It was a birthday gift from my mum. I have other bibles and have other gifts from my mum, but there is just something about this one...from the first moment I held it. Can't explain it.

3. If given another chance to come back to earth, what would you become?
Me: What the one who sent me purposed for me to become. 

4. Being rich or being fulfilled?  

Me: Both!!

5. If you could have a second home, where would it be and why
Me: I feel I haven't been to that many places to choose where I might like as a second home....
In Nigeria..maybe Jos, Outside Nigeria..maybe Canada .

6. Who is your mentor and why did you choose him/her? 

Me: Sincerely I don't have anyone specific,  I just have a number of people I really admire and learn from their lives as I see it.

7. Aside blogging, what do you do for a living and why did you choose that path?
Me: Am a medical doctor.
Hmn, the why- just because.
Unlike the typical med student story, I wasn't forced by my parents, I didn't have a dream where I was saving humanity from some plague..i actually had the chance to walk away, but still came back to it.
The why is kinda tied to Q1.

8. Criticism or Praise
Me : Both 

9. Where are you from and how did that shape your personality?
Me: Okrika in Rivers State in Nigeria.
Not sure of how that shaped my personality...I have one or two ideas on that but...let's leave it at Not sure. 

10. What three things would you like to change about blogging? (I assume mine, right?)
Me: 

. Consistent
.  Consistent
. Consistent.....and Bind Procrastination 

Nominate 5 bloggers..

1. Funmi

2. Juditherese

Her evening tale

Here's a continuation of the last blog post .
I didn't plan to keep the update this long.
Life happened.
Sorry guys.

So back to our tale.
******


I came up to see the parents 'from the dead'.
The couple came with the wife's sister.
Without asking any questions initially I needed no one telling me they were her parents.
The girl was a replica of her mum.
We asked her,babe who are these people to you.
And she said "my mummy and my daddy and my aunty"

At this point I didn't know whether I was angry, confused or...really I just didn't know. kinda felt like I was in a life nollywood studio.
Nurse B had already plucked a long cane on our way up.

I asked the mother for her side of the story.
She said the girl was playing out side, and she went o call her to get ready to go to church. She had a recital in church the next day and needed to practise. Little babe wasn't happy to have her play interrupted and said she wasn't going to church. Her mum went in to get her bag and when she came out,she didn't see her daughter.
She searched high and low around the neighborhood, walked down to the road, alerted her husband who was in the house too...they kept searching all afternoon till they got the call from their elder daughter.
Their eldest called asking of her younger sister, and was told about the search going on. She went on to tell her parents about the call she got, that her sister was in our facility.
That's how they came to us, to meet their daughter sitting comfortably with the nurses.

Then we told them her tale.
Gift's tale.
Yeah, her name was Gift.
How a pretty little girl spurn such tale still amazes. me.
The father just starred at her with disbelief and shock (I believe) over his face.
The mother looked like she would break her into two.
The Aunty raked and ranted and panted. She was so pissed at the girl.

Okay, so Gift, why did you tell such a story.?
Oh..she didn't want to go to church for the recital..
..her mum blamed her if anything got spoilt or broken in the house
..her mum flogged her is she made a mistake or did something wrong
"Did your dad also blame or beat you?"
"No, I like my daddy very well..he doesn't shout at me or beat me " Gift said

Short story....there was some making up, contacts taken and the family left.
And they lived just a street away, not the Jerusalem madam Gift had said.

********End


Two days ago a driver ran a tyre across the leg of a boy and they came our place. On asking some questions, he said he was a 17yr old orphan and hustler...he gave a tale..it reminded me so much of a recent tale.
And his name was Gift.

Weird coincidence or not...

An evening tale

I was lying down, willing my lazy self to go wash my hair and do some other things I wanted to do when Nurse B's call came in.  She said a little girl came to the facility and wanted to go to an orphanage. She wanted to take the girl to the nearby Wazobia FM but thought to call me first.
The gist sounded 'one kind' so I told her to chill, lemmi come meet them and hear it well.
I swung outta bed, put a jacket on and went out.

I walked into where they were and saw her.
She was seated in a white plastic chair, calm and all.
Being that I had heard orphanage, I had kinda thought I will see a scraggly looking kid, looking malnourished or with some physical evidences of maltreatment .
It was the opposite. She was clean, well dressed, neatly made hair, spoke sharp English, was smart!

I sat down and asked her story.
And the evening tale began.

She said she was a 10year old orphan.
That her parents had died in a car accident on the 28th of march 2015  and she now lived with an Aunty in a place called eliparanwo. She had run away three
days ago cos the said Aunty didn't treat her well. She had a sister who was 20 years old but had not seen the sister nor any of her relatives since after the parents died. She was also in the car when the accident happened but she survived and the parents died on the spot.
After she ran away, she met another Aunty close to her school (which she said she had stopped since march).   The Aunty took her in these past three days.. this new Aunty lived a close distance from our facility so she came to see/find out if it was an orphanage cos she remembered passing in front of it with her parents and seeing children in the compound.

I asked more about her sister. And she went on to tell us her profession and where she worked.
At this point Dr K a friend of the facility walked in and we summarized the story  for him. Fortunately he said he knew the owner of the establishment the elder sister worked and called him to contact her to come down to where we were.

I sat churning all she had said in my mind but there were still some holes and patches which didn't add up for me.

So we sat waiting for the elder sister to come.
I decided to leave and go do some stuff.
It wasn't quite 10 mins I left, nurse B was calling again.
That the parents of the girl were around.
My reply...
You say??


TBC..