My Dirty Boxers

  Meet Milan, the brave boy that keeps winning! (Photo credit: His mom's WhatsApp status) I knew at some points I’d have to bring this back. I certainly can’t survive without writing but it’s been a topsy turvy year. I am grateful because it’s better than I feared on all fronts, but health can be better and mom can be healthier too; again, I am grateful. I was going to restart on mom’s birthday but that’s not how to reward her for all the panic attacks she gave me, then I considered Valentine’s Day, oh… that was even few days before Mamma’s birthday but the drama that happened at my office would make the post end up getting me dragged. What better way is there to bring back my dirty boxers if not for someone I desperately cherish and it’s strange how I might never get the relationship I want from him at least until he’s 18 and gets to decide for himself. I also have to be clear with this because I have people that know how to read something and interpret rubbish. His name is ...

  My own Valentine's Day gift was the loss of amazingrambo.blogspot.com but we move. Show some love regardless and remember in all you do, let love lead. (Photo credit: Google) I lost my blog today, hurtful but I have not lost my will to continue on this journey. The email I used was a particular work email, the job has ended and the email was taken down, that affected my sign-in privileges to the blog but we move here. Love is beautiful. Pure like rain and soothing like deep tissue massage. Love is one of the relevant pillars of life, have you been deeply loved by someone else apart from your mother or I should put you in my prayers? Lol I remember secondary school days, when the ultimate goal was to study hard, considering the ever existing agenda of being compared to someone else as our parents were known to do, I still found a way to squeeze a certain Kemi Adeniji into my thoughts, I laugh at myself at things I did then. Mhen, I wasn’t helped by the fact that we saw almos...