When Love means otherwise....

This word is frequently used by all and sundry. The oldest book we all run to for meaning defines it as a lot of things. First Love is defined as a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person, 2nd a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend and on and on until this one that caught my attention, i just had to laugh before typing it: a sexual intercourse; copulation. Wikipedia defines it as any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection. The bible in 2 Corinthians defines it as love is kind, love is patient, love endures, love is to lay down one’s life for another.

The whole genesis of this gist started when I was mentoring some pre-teens, and I was giving an example to one of the boys about telling a fellow boy you love him as a friend oh and would not let him get involve in some wrong stuffs, innocent advise oh and the boy within seconds stopped me and said “Aunty please can you use a different noun/word, that word sounds kinda creepy” I was beyond shocked. Even in the bible, Paul said greet your fellow person with a kiss, not kiss kiss oh, but show agape love to people. That was the kind of love I was referring to and the poor child took it otherwise.

Come to think of it, what truly is love? Is it just a noun and verb, that people use all in the name of sexual intercourse, deceit or just a common word like hello, hi, dude, etc? I’ve asked two friends now what love is, but they couldn’t convince me otherwise, to think they have boyfriends oh, lol, but i ve come see lots of battered women who suffer in the hands of their husbands, guys/ladies that cheat on one another and I’m baffled. Please oh, someone please unsolve this puzzle. Why aint we satisfied with what we have, that we keep going out to look for more? Why are women still constantly staying in a marriage where the husband practices Bash Alli and Mike Tyson on her? Why are we still in a relationship where we are not appreciated? Or why do little kids thinks telling someone you love them is yucky or nasty or creepy, lol....I know black people don’t blush, but you need to see these kids when i tell them i love them, the girls will blush and the guys would hide their faces and tell you to stop it. I just love them, they are soooooo cute.

Anyhoos, so what’s you take on this? We are currently working on our new logo, the old one we started with is too plain and common, so we're working on something unique, will put the pictures up when we are through for a final pick.
Xoxo.....

MAMA....

First and foremost, I just want to say thank you for not aborting me or dumping me after birth.

Thank you for being with me all through my growing years.

Thank you for the tears you shed when i was sick or when things were just not right.

Thank you being a friend i could talk to and the wonderful advise you always gave me.

Thank you for spanking me when i was being very rude and naughty.

Thank you for teaching me about God, how to love and care for others without expecting back.

Thank you for the woman you have made me to become today.

Thank you for all those things you have being and done for me and my siblings that i cant remeber.

You are a wonderful gift to us, you a joy to behold, you are a real mother where mothers stand.

Though you are not educated, I'm am more than proud to have you as my sweet mother

like you always say to us: dont look down on me cos i'm not educated, cos what the educated ones dont have, God has richly blessed me with.

You beautiful smile that reveals your dimple i'll never forget and get tired of.

I love you mom, more than gold and silver, more than rubies, fame and fortune.

I haven't seen you in years and i miss you badly.

Today, as we celebrate mother's day,

I just want to wish you the best of mother's day and let the world know i treasure YOU.

Happy mother's day.....

Ok, guys i just had to dedicate today to my mother and happy mother's day to all your moms and to all mothers who come across this page today.

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The baby in the box

Ok, so i was doing aproko surfing the net looking for sales and gist and i stumbled across this story.

A box was buried amid a pile of rubbish waiting to be burned in the incinerator. It was a worn gray card- board shirt box, there was nothing to draw the attention of the people passing by or throwing their gabbage, even the woman who just got to the place. Except that something moved. And moved again. And when the woman poked her toe at the pile, a tiny pink hand rose into the air. The infant girl was no more than 72 hours old. She had been wrapped in a filthy blue blanket and abandoned on the fifth-floor landing of some old building where gabbage are dumped.

Seriously, after i read this story, i was almost in tears. There are millions of couples out there looking for these children but they dont have it, how can one nonesense person wake up one day and not only decided to dump the precious child but in a gabbage home to be burnt. Thank God for using that woman to save the life of that child.

Many of these children if lucky are adopted by kind hearted people who have enough resources to bring them up and for others, their faith lies in hawking, sleeping under the bridge, growing up to be violent etc.

Psalm 127 vs 3 says children are an heritage of the LORD and the fruit of the womb is his reward. vs 4 says Children are like arrows in the hands of a worrior and a man whose quiver is full of them is a blessed man. Common ladies, this word should at least waken your senses to the fact that God that gave you that child will take care of him/her....

I've got some ideas in my tiny head for the end of this year, i'll let you in on the gist very soon.

XoXo....

The birth of bigheart-lff

Hmmmm, how do i start.....
ok, so lets do it the "uncle Jimi Sholanke's storyline" kinda thin.
I grew up in a very big home with 7 kids and i'm the last. no step bros or sis, at least dat i know of. My dad was in d Navy for 34 or more yrs and mom was a full time hardworkin housewife but as una no say country bad dat time, thins were kinda tight growin up, so dere was no luxury of 3 sq meals, 2 self was war, but thank God for Ijebu garri n d farm at d back of my house. It was so bad that when i went to my friend's house and they complain of small meat or fish in their food, i would ask if xmas had come early, cos even my dad hardly use meat to eat eba(his favorite) not to talk of rice n all....
We didnt know what pocket money was and never got one. As university students, all we got was school fees and house rent after plenty prayer n fastin n fight self.
Today, I'm in a beautiful place in Canada and i'm loving every moment of it. I eat what I want, I try to never disapoint with my dressing (a sis has got to be on point), i'm working and I love my job and I try to send some change home every now and then to help those that dont have.
All of these would not have being possible for me and my silblings without that foot print that was left in our lives. A sister, a friend, an angel with the little she had touched our lives and today I am standing up determined with a big help from God to help me leave a footprint in the lives of hungry kids on the street, disabled and even people from poor homes with the little I have.
That's where you all come in.
This blog is going to be about kids in need, a little bit of here and there gist of happenings around the globe and how all of this will end up helping Naija kids.
Comments, suggestions, donations, gists, stories are all welcomed.
Welcome to bigheart-leave a footprint foundation(l.f.f)
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