via The thought catalog 1....
View original post 134 more words
Reblogging it as a dedication to my mom… it
My mom is always my best friend. She was my mother till I reached my high school. After that, she made a point to be my friend first. I shared everything with her, like every single thing.
I was one of the weirdos of my class but she always boosted my morale by saying that I was different enough not to fall for the teenage peer pressures and tantrums. I was a quiet introvert.
She gave the greatest gift I could ask for. She always believed in me and my caliber. She was that mother who always tied my hair to school till I graduated, the mother who made a point to listen to every single story of mine.
Every evening after school, I used to sit in my favorite spot in the kitchen and tell all that happened in school. She hugged me tight when I cried and she…
View original post 421 more words
Guess I should get over with my coffee addiction too.. What an irony!! My blog is named Coffee…
There are early birds who have no bigger problems with waking up in the morning and there are night owls who struggle to keep their eyes opened after they wake up (that’s me).
No matter which one you are, there are some drinks which help you get through the morning in the healthiest way.
View original post 592 more words
Wowo!! Lots of feel.. Loved it.. So reblogging this..
You took my breath away
With your eyes so blue
Shining against the light of day!
All I could do was stand still
Coz you got me astound
My veins had a rush of chill
Couldn’t move, was stuck to the ground!
You caught me looking
And walked towards me
Couldn’t help, you were alluring
I was nervous and you could see!
Tried not to, but in vain
I fell for you, so hard
Even though I knew it would end in bane
And I would be miserably marred!
Wow!! this is was so good that I couldn’t help but reblog…
As a child, growing up was my worst nightmare. I believed adults were terribly unfortunate people because the adults around me always seemed to have issues that made them unable to smile or love.
I wanted a pet cat, but my parents said no because it’s a popular (and quite silly) belief among Nigerians that cats are possessed. And so are the kids next door. And all of our relatives in the village.
And my mum kept trying to make me into an adult as soon as possible. I wasn’t allowed to play like the other kids, or watch cartoons or do kids stuff. I didn’t want to be her- I didn’t want to be any one of them. They were always complaining, everything made them angry, the government, a superior at work, their spouse.
I’m an adult now. I got home really really tired today and tried to watch…
View original post 76 more words