THE GIFT OF MEN STORY SPEAKS A very long time ago, there existed two men; one who was rich and influential and the other who was poor. They both lived in a street with their houses adjacent to each other. The rich man was well known for his big businesses and Mansion but, he was never at any point in his life associated himself with other people especially, less privileged. The other man who was poor took serious the importance of relating with people and caring for them, though he was poor. Then came this very fearful day; the house of the rich man and the house of the poor man were on fire. These two men were not at home and to everyone’s surprise, people rushed down to the house of the poor man to safe his house from burning down completely, while the house of the rich man was left uncared for and was destroyed. Thank God there was no one in the rich man’s house at the time of the incidence. This taught him a great lesson that, it’s not enough to have all the money alone, the ...
The Best Gift So, I am always very happy when someone promises to give me a gift(s). It elevates me and leaves me looking forward to receiving that package. Though not all are substantial which could at times bring disappointment or sadness due to the investment of trust vested in the person making the promise. Different Kinds of Gifts There are different kinds of gifts which could be gifts of kindness, gifts of words, gifts of love, gifts of time, gifts of material things, gifts of relationship (friends and family), but not all receive a solid compliment especially when it is not given with a genuine heart. People make gifts to suit different occasions, however, no gift can suit the preciousness of a heart. In other words, a precious heart can not be bought with gifts, only that, it can change it. A quick notice here; is your heart precious to you, then don't sell it cheap! Because you may have to pay double to get it back. What's the best Gift and who gives it? Yes! The gre...
MY DREAMS One of the abilities that's being lost in this season is the ability to see greatness in yourself. We just want to live the passing days. No more inspiration for aspiration. We are clouded by the moment each moment. To think of the future you once always think of is now a once in a while. God, how did I get here. I've lost my taste to tasteless stuff. I no longer desire the food for the king, the scrumps is what I'm running after. When did I forget the unforgettable experience of my imaginary mind. My explosive mind has now gone on a sabbatically explosive leave. When will I wake up! My mind when will you wake up! I am a son not slave to forget where I'm coming from. How did I get here. Could it be adulthood? Abi, is it trying to meet up with the standards? Wait, could it be that, I no longer want my dream?! No! My dreams are all I wanted! They make me live each day like a King. They make me want to wake up every day! Where did I get lost?! God pl...
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