HAPPY NEW MONTH FAM :))
I had been waiting for this day for 7 months and 19 days and now it was finally here!
She is a thief,
one who has mastered the art of theft and cares not who her victims will be.
She preys on those you least expect with no remorse, whatever may that be?
She knows no race, color or religion,
no family ties, bonds or friendships.
She cares not anyway, her only purpose, away the ships must sail.
There is something about the fact that, today is the first day of the month that just happens to land on the first working day of the week, that has me in all good spirits and positive vibes. I also have to give it to the weather for sparing us with the cold and just serving us with all kinds of warmth and goodness.
A new month, a new start.
Take the reigns and make the most of it.
This is your moment .
You see the thing about growing up is that the seasons become more apparent, more real. They are noticeable and now all of a sudden carry great meaning. You begin to get invites for different occasions and many a times the invitation is addressed to you and not your parents.
You are well past the age where you attend weddings of your parents’ friends or funerals of third generation uncles and aunts you probably never met. You are past the age where you were dragged to baby showers and 1st year birthday parties of children you don’t even know.
se.cret : Something that is not properly understood; a mystery
: A valid but not commonly known or recognised method of achieving or maintaining something
This definition hits it right smack in the middle.
It captures everything that this is.
It captures exactly what the secret is.
A few weeks ago he asked me whether I had watched the secret and that if I hadn’t I should get right on it.I promised I would watch it soon but life happened and it was not until another two weeks, give or take, had passed that I watched it.
P.s. This post has NOTHING to do with summer, lol!
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