<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453</id><updated>2012-02-08T18:26:33.563-08:00</updated><category term='Healing'/><category term='Toddlers'/><category term='God'/><title type='text'>Inscriptions Online</title><subtitle type='html'>Creating indelible memories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-4496746696535933333</id><published>2012-02-01T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T04:41:51.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I 94 Exit  230 - The promise road.</title><content type='html'>On the promise road&lt;br /&gt;At that bridge just before downtown&lt;br /&gt;every face is a semblance of mine&lt;br /&gt;Focused&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen today&lt;br /&gt;On that bridge later&lt;br /&gt;After nothing has happened&lt;br /&gt;The same repeats&lt;br /&gt;Moods change&lt;br /&gt;Faces reflect the uncertainty felt&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When we hope again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-4496746696535933333?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4496746696535933333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-94-exit-230-promise-road.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/4496746696535933333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/4496746696535933333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-94-exit-230-promise-road.html' title='I 94 Exit  230 - The promise road.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-9034597254544313506</id><published>2012-02-01T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T04:37:33.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say?</title><content type='html'>That's the question that mostly kept me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life continues to change in ways I can't quite blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. Should I even try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there or hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back if only for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-9034597254544313506?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/9034597254544313506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-can-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/9034597254544313506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/9034597254544313506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say?'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-3275052746154650169</id><published>2010-09-22T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:28:44.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A colleague at work calls me temptation….well, only because I tend to send out group emails inviting people to my desk for goodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sweet tooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter how much calories a snack has or how deep the cavities I might get, some treats are too good to pass on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up wanting to share some of the chocolate goodness I had been given by awesome friends. I gave one to a lady that rides the bus with me. She accepted with profuse thanks and then said she should not have, since she is slightly diabetic but she wouldn’t return it even though I was ready to have it back. I felt a tinge of guilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, I shared more goodies but you know how it is, every thanks came with a word or two- about healthy eating. My guilt multiplied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several packs of chocolate later and possibly sugar high, I am smiling at the world and their brothers when I hear the word temptation, my colleague is here, I do not hand over any treat instead I offer an orange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I’m guilt-free! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-3275052746154650169?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/3275052746154650169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2010/09/guilty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3275052746154650169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3275052746154650169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2010/09/guilty.html' title='Guilty!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-4207771712714193507</id><published>2010-08-25T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:41:24.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When sleep won't come</title><content type='html'>Stars twinkle from behind pine trees,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone else is watching them&lt;br /&gt;as I am,&lt;br /&gt;through the window pane,&lt;br /&gt;laying in the orange glow of the light bulb,&lt;br /&gt;listening to the hums from a half broken laptop.&lt;br /&gt;A motor-cycle just sped by, interrupting the quiet..&lt;br /&gt;I hear my daughter turn and the drone of a plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm listening for.&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Night owl, early bird, strange but I am both&lt;br /&gt;not one or the other&lt;br /&gt;Another perplexing fun fact about me.&lt;br /&gt;Odd to be the only one enjoying the night&lt;br /&gt;Now having a cold drink under the rays of streetlights that color the kitchen floors&lt;br /&gt;No cheers&lt;br /&gt;Only the gulping sound from my throat as liquid flows down&lt;br /&gt;Good night is what my belch should sound like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-4207771712714193507?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4207771712714193507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-sleep-wont-come.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/4207771712714193507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/4207771712714193507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-sleep-wont-come.html' title='When sleep won&apos;t come'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-2392755310765440321</id><published>2010-03-27T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:50:36.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last summer brought with it a lot of water play, the sun's scorch caused our skin to demand more liquid to bring down our bodies rising temperatures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;People who had those splash and slide things rushed out to the garden and played with them. Other's who didn't, made do with whatever they had. I once saw someone drench a bunch of kids with the water hose in their garden and they loved it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Chez nous, sprinklers and water gun fights were the highlight of my toddler's days.We also had different types of bubble makers in our house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Blowing bubbles is such a simple and effective way of creating FUN time. We watch bubbles of different sizes, float up and down and then burst. Sometimes we pop them ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We even figured out that we get more bubbles when we switch on a fan and made the fan blow out the bubbles for us. We screamed and laughed and enjoye our bubble time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's no wonder why children love bubble baths. There is something about bubbles that scream relaxation and enjoyment. A lot like life to me actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, I sometimes see life like a bubble. The way it begins. Created by a specific mixture of ingredients. Then proppelled into the air by the force of wind; with humans, the force may be different but we all have people in our lives that drive us which is why expressions like " you are the wind beneath my wings" exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The light and floating bubble state reminds me of innocence and transparency. The way bubbles reflect whatever colors that are close to them or just beam like a rainbow when rays of sunlight shine on them mirrors the human ability to act and speak based on whatever we have been exposed to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I see bubbles, I am nudged to be bubbly because I am reminded of the fleetingless of life. The way bubbles pop or get popped which is akin to our very own end, left behind emotions, the only evidence that they were here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-2392755310765440321?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2392755310765440321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2010/03/bubbles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/2392755310765440321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/2392755310765440321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2010/03/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-6158949121010771332</id><published>2010-03-20T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T03:03:24.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am piercing the quietness of the night with hymns and classical music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My new headphones are a delight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;May morning stay away for many more hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When it does come, may it not bring with it the headache from yesterday, the day before and the day before that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Amin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-6158949121010771332?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6158949121010771332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2010/03/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6158949121010771332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6158949121010771332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2010/03/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-5099737591983203126</id><published>2010-03-09T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:41:39.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My blogging life has been on hold for far longer than I expected. That was fine when I had other things that would totally make up for it. However, those things haven't quite made up for it because they didn't really come or rather, I am still waiting for them to show up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Staying away from here therefore no longer makes sense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-5099737591983203126?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/5099737591983203126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-longer-waiting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5099737591983203126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5099737591983203126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-longer-waiting.html' title='No longer waiting'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-4241737400660791349</id><published>2009-09-15T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:35:12.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know about you but sometimes, I find that I am hiding from things that I should be doing like writing, making new budgets, new timetables and all other things that make my life function in an organised way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks, I pretend that these things can wait another day and then another until several weeks have passed and I am still kind of hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of my daughter who absolutely loves hide and seek. It doesn't matter that you can see the bulging duvet and know that she is there. She could care less that she is hiding behind your legs and giggling, or that she is responding to your " where could she be". To her, hide and seek is just a fun thing to do and she does it as often as she can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, I enjoyed playing hide and seek as a child and remember a time I was playing it with my siblings and hid in this "cool" hiding spot ( an empty wardrobe noone was sure to look in). At first, it was kind of nice knowing I would win and stifling giggles as my siblings walked past the wardrobe believing that I couldn't possibly be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they soon got tired of looking for me and began to plead with me to come out but no, I wouldn't listen. So, they stopped calling and went on to do other things. It took me several minutes to realise I had been forgotten about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else would have chosen that moment to come out and join in whatever new game they were playing but not me. I was going to make them find me. Needless to say, I fell asleep in this closet and when I was finally found, everyone's emotions had been stretched and what started off as fun, ended as a big mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we hide from the things we ought to do maybe because it's fun at the beginning, we should keep in mind that only a few minutes separates the 'fun' part from the 'everyone's worked up because of you' part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-4241737400660791349?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4241737400660791349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-hide.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/4241737400660791349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/4241737400660791349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-hide.html' title='Sometimes I hide'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-3190990400055314048</id><published>2009-08-18T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:07:25.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For any wondering if I have abandoned this blog, the answer is no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have some unfinished posts which I might complete sometime...or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one word summary of my silence here would be 'life'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let posting slide as I went about the art of living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back more often from now on. Maybe on a monthly basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-3190990400055314048?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/3190990400055314048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/08/abandoned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3190990400055314048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3190990400055314048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/08/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned?'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-8700728547916806710</id><published>2009-05-28T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:08:24.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Through the eyes of a toddler - Healing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Train a child in the way they should go and he/she will not depart from it'. WORD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rule, when someone is hurt or unwell in the family, we would first of all pray and then rest or take whatever medication is necessary until the virus/ailment disappears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, if my son (Tio) sees me squinting or grimacing, he would ask " Mum, are you okay?" No matter my response, his first response is to pray. Usually one-liners like 'Father God, let my mum's pain go away, amen.' He will then come back repeatedly to ask if whatever ails me is gone and then he tap dances when I eventually say yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, his little sister(Sunshine) had a cut on her finger. It was no big deal but you know, being kids from my loins, there was a lot of drama. Tio, went over to Sunshine and prayed his customary one-liner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Sunshine says to Tio. 'my pain is still here.' Tio replies, 'oh, I forgot to tell you, God will take the pain away when we pray, it's just that it takes a loooooooooong time.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My toddler had learnt something so many of us never learn; sometimes it takes a while but it will come. Wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-8700728547916806710?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8700728547916806710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/05/through-eyes-of-toddler-healing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8700728547916806710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8700728547916806710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/05/through-eyes-of-toddler-healing.html' title='Through the eyes of a toddler - Healing.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-7155246437377305961</id><published>2009-05-16T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:22:59.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People are different. Fact. People use different words differently. Fact. People also use the same words a lot if they have kept each other's companies or went to the same school. Fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends from my secondary school days will identify with 'morning shows the day'. It somehow works it's way into our conversations and we do it just like it was done back then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nincompoop' is another word commonly used in a particulary company I keep, a company of people who once knew a certain old French lecturer.Thinking of him alone, elicits a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are however, two words I cannot stand. Really, they just irritate me when used in pleasant speech. The words are, so far. Why do people use so far? You ask how things are going, they reply, 'very well, so far'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are asked to lead a prayer session. They begin, 'thank you Lord because nothing bad has happened to us so far'. Some even update their facebook status with something like 'this year has been good so far.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so far? Do they not know that so far connotes impending doom? Like you are half surprised things are going well or are half expecting things to go sour. So far, reduces the weight of whatever comes before it and I think should not be used in this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-7155246437377305961?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7155246437377305961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-far.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7155246437377305961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7155246437377305961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-far.html' title='So far'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-7067615602569457202</id><published>2009-05-09T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T03:31:55.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes to the A-Z of marriage series.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know, you probably were expecting H. It will come. For now, though, all the A-Z series will be zapping from here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be back one after the other in about 3weeks/month or so after they have been featured on &lt;a href="http://www.234next.com/"&gt;www.234NEXT.com/&lt;/a&gt; so bookmark that site and follow the series from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still be blogging here too so keep checking in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to my first post on NEXT: &lt;a href="http://www.234next.com/csp/cms/sites/Next/Opinion/Blogs/5414341-146/Be_kind_to_everyone__.csp"&gt;Be kind to everyone.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.234next.com/csp/cms/sites/Next/Opinion/Blogs/5414341-146/Be_kind_to_everyone__.csp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-7067615602569457202?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7067615602569457202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes-to-a-z-of-marriage-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7067615602569457202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7067615602569457202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes-to-a-z-of-marriage-series.html' title='Changes to the A-Z of marriage series.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-6081913791853922003</id><published>2009-04-09T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:58:45.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness + Amusement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I am very busy at the moment. Work is leaving me with less time than I thought possible. That was until I remembered my old trick. Back in the day, I used to sleep for only 4 hours. I am trying to get back to that; at least until I am done with this project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up the coffee drinking habit again, black, bitter-sweet, nothing fancy, I just stir in enough determination to fool my brain that I am not sleepy. It's working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to why I came here. I gave myself a break a while ago and was 'im'ing with a friend. Our conversation amused me and led to this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Me: Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: Hey back. 'Was thinking about you earlier today, I saw someone in a movie that reminded me of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Me: Lol. Yay! I have become a movie star - please don't say it's Nollywood though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: It's Nollywood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Me:Oh. 'pop'! You just burst my bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: You will faint when I tell you it's a he. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Me: Oh no. I've been reduced to a man look alike, this can't be good *sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: No seriously he's a very good looking guy. He's got your eyes and your completely mischievous smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Me: Oh, my sobs are down to sniffles, I've just been told 'I could be an handsome man'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;chat box shows friend is typing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Do you really want to dig yourself into a bigger hole? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Friend stops typing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my coffee intoxicated self thought you would find this funny, especially as I am nowhere near writing &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;strong&gt;A-Z of married life&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Stay amused&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-6081913791853922003?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6081913791853922003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomness-amusement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6081913791853922003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6081913791853922003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomness-amusement.html' title='Randomness + Amusement'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-8226572526610681001</id><published>2009-03-19T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:32:09.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E is for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;diting!&lt;/span&gt; Gotcha! I bet you thought I was back with the marriage series. I am afraid not. I have been inundated with editing requests from friends, relatives and paying clients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freelance business was intended to be more writing spiced with some editing but it's turning out to be loads of editing and almost inexistent writing. I am beginning to edit in my sleep and when awake, I am forming new words. I can't complain though, it beats idleness amongst other things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just did not want to leave you all wondering why I zapped. You bet I am working on the real E for the marriage/relationship series and will post it soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, enjoy this quote I like by Blishen Edward, on editing "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The work was like peeling an onion. The outer skin came off with difficulty... but in no time you'd be down to its innards, tears streaming from your eyes as more and more beautiful reductions became possible&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta run, a deadline looms, E is for &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;diting&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-8226572526610681001?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8226572526610681001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-is-for.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8226572526610681001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8226572526610681001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-is-for.html' title='E is for....'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-8251320111048625124</id><published>2009-02-24T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:49:18.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been unwell. Much better now but staring at the computer is making my eyes and head really hurt. As a result, I have to take a break from the A-Z, in fact, from any writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave however, let me share with you that I had some fabulous news last friday of the kind that makes you smile to yourself everytime you remember and makes everyone you tell scream. Rejoice with me people and watch this space. I'll be back as soon as I am able.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-8251320111048625124?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8251320111048625124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/explaining-my-silence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8251320111048625124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8251320111048625124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/explaining-my-silence.html' title='Taking a break'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-8683718154671987570</id><published>2009-02-14T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:34:57.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It worked like magic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SZeUZgTv8lI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4uYXzZ9Jq9k/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302870252142457426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SZeUZgTv8lI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4uYXzZ9Jq9k/s200/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There I was multitasking as usual, writing a blog post, watching some TV show and sending instant messages to some friends. It occured to me to ask what these friends had in mind for Valentine's day and two of the guys came up with nothing since they were somewhat low on cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then suggested a simple low cost idea which they took on board and I have since heard that "it worked like magic". My suggestion was that they should write several meaningful notes to their spouses and hide them in different places in the house for her to find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women generally love to read love notes (ours and other's) besides, hunting for the notes can be thrilling as well as amusing so it's a win win situation. Of course, the flowers chocolate, cake and dining out are also great but showing someone we care really does not have to cost a penny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said to one of the guys later, we women are really little girls at heart especially with the man we love. So the little things count a lot and we can be just as giddy over a hand written note as we can a diamond ring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, in every relationship it would be nice if we remembered this more often and do the little things that count instead of waiting for grand gestures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day people and just incase you also did nothing because of cash flow reasons, it's never too late to write those notes it really does work like magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-8683718154671987570?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8683718154671987570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-worked-like-magic.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8683718154671987570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8683718154671987570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-worked-like-magic.html' title='It worked like magic!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SZeUZgTv8lI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4uYXzZ9Jq9k/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-740049630655313212</id><published>2009-02-13T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:49:04.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, I will do it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For a while, I have been meaning to do an elongated piece on Marriage. Actually, the A-Z of married life is what I had in mind and I even started writing letter A, then I stopped and told myself several reasons why I should not write it including - what qualifies me to write it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long and short of my reluctance however, was not really that I felt unqualified (afterall, I am married and I think that is enough qualification because I'll only be sharing my point of view), it really was my personal struggle with 'labels'. I felt that writing the A-Z of married life would brand me and for some reason I didn't want that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nonetheless, I keep hearing people's stories about things they struggle with in their marriage and some of what I hear just breaks my heart. I look within myself and know that an A-Z might have helped me on my path with the varied experiences being married has brought me. I am also too aware that many people would read a blog post before they finish a book on relationships so I have decided to stop struggling and simple do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that the words that I intend to use for each alphabet are the best possible ones, they certainly are not the only options but I know this for sure, they will be the words that have been laid on my heart explained in my own way with the single goal of helping to reduce the number of 'pretend-good' marriages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The A-Z of married life will begin next week.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-740049630655313212?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/740049630655313212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright-i-will-do-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/740049630655313212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/740049630655313212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright-i-will-do-it.html' title='Alright, I will do it!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-5722576955264683327</id><published>2009-02-12T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:02:47.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does one fall in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SZTGXaewDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xQmny48-GfU/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302080766869507522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SZTGXaewDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xQmny48-GfU/s200/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I get asked many questions. Some I am more than amply prepared for and I fire off my answers immediately and there are others that quite simply stump me. The title of my post falls within the latter category. Honestly how do you answer that? &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One could say it depends on who is asking. Is it a single or married person, a child or an adult etc. Well I was being asked by a married person. Knowing the way people's mind work, I bet some of you reading this are already thinking uhmm what's up with that? Is an affair brewing? The answers you seek would be No and for those of you who are now thinking how do you know? Come on, cut me some slack! I know. This person was asking only out of a desire to rekindle the love in their marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, how does one fall in love? In the few minutes of confusion that elapsed before I gave an answer, I hoped that this person's spouse would make use of Valentine's day which is in a few days and go out of their way to plan a suprise big enough to keep that question at bay. By the way, if you are reading this and intend to do nothing for your spouse this weekend think again because for all you know they too are asking this very question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, my answer in the end was another question, would it be okay to do a post about it? I figured it would do me some good to think about it some more and then give an answer which would be available to more people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have thought about it all day and think I should first of all say how one does not fall in love again. One does not fall in love again by:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Denying the issues that exist - this only widens the gulf &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Doing insensitive things - this show a lack of grip on one's emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slamming doors and hurling words a.k.a drama, drama, drama, - this is just aggravating because when all is said and done, not only are you still not in love, you become exhausted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hopefully, those 3 points serve as a guide and to be frank doing their opposite would help to reignite the love flame. To fall in love again one needs to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;ind and focus on the good parts of the other person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ccept that both of you will have differences and agree to identify, discuss and resolve issues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;isten to yourself and communicate properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;isten to the other person and strive to make them happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;ndulge one another, give gifts for no reason, write notes, send texts (whatever works for you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;urture your relationship, hang out together a lot, go to the movies again, whatever works well for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ove first, people respond to love, so love, love love basically act out what you will like to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;penly commit to making your relationship the best possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;igorously pray and set goals together, vision always helps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;rase all previous hurts thereby giving love a real chance to blossom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;* If your relationship is so bad that you can not even be bothered with these steps, I suggest you seek professional help with a third party whom you both trust and respect. If you also have any additional tips on how to fall in love, feel free to leave a comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-5722576955264683327?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/5722576955264683327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-does-one-fall-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5722576955264683327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5722576955264683327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-does-one-fall-in-love.html' title='How does one fall in love?'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SZTGXaewDcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xQmny48-GfU/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-5142097167898834010</id><published>2009-02-06T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:10:32.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corresponding Actions (C.A)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever met a pregnant woman who is suprised when she delivers a baby? Or a farmer who is suprised that his crops grow? Do you know any baker who adds yeast to a dough and then marvels that it rises? Or anyone flip a switch on and then exclaim when light comes on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless in circumstances where there is something already faulty or it's a first experience, the answer would be 'no'. Why? Corresponding actions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, there are corresponding actions to things, expectations and beliefs. If we hear good news, the C.A would be to rejoice, likewise if we hear sad news the C.A will be that we also feel sad. We expect the C.A of becoming full when we have eaten and that our thirst is quenched when we drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the time I have been aware of C.A and how real it is in our daily living, when it comes to our faith it seems to me that it does become almost inexistent. Take prayer for example. I personally believe that when we pray, if we are really expecting our prayers to be answered, we would show corresponding actions to that prayer. I think that there is an element of doubt (for lack of a better word) which prevents us from demonstrating 100% C.A where we believe our faith is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason, I was suprised only last week when something pleasant and prayed for happpened to me. Indeed, I believed every word I had prayed and I expected the answer daily yet when I did hear the news I was suprised almost as if I was not truly expecting it and it brought C.A back to my mind. Can you recall a time when you have been just like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be corresponding actions to our faith as there is for everyday things. I could hazard guesses as to why we lack C.As but I think it is different for every individual and my aim with this post is simply to serve as a reminder that if we believe something truly, we act. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Corresponding actions to faith is possible and powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-5142097167898834010?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/5142097167898834010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/corresponding-actions-ca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5142097167898834010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5142097167898834010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/corresponding-actions-ca.html' title='Corresponding Actions (C.A)'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-3882024046347354952</id><published>2009-02-01T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:54:45.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now the challenge is over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am feeling quite chuffed that I completed my 30-day challenge, there were days when I thought I wouldn't finish but eh that is all in the past now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going forward, I'll still be writing regularly on this blog but not on a daily basis. It'll be more like 2ce a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as gratitude goes today, I am thankful for a new month, things I have crossed off my to-do list and new challenges I am embarking on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-3882024046347354952?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/3882024046347354952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-challenge-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3882024046347354952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3882024046347354952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-challenge-is-over.html' title='Now the challenge is over.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-2080252689516758408</id><published>2009-01-30T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:09:02.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way we win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It may be the voice of toddlers calling, oblivious to your deadline or friends who think they should hold more priority; it may be a pounding headache or the food from that new restaurant which kept you 'to'ing and 'fro'ing to the loo the night before a big presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be incessant phone calls when you are trying to get an extra hour's sleep or the enticing piece of chocolate cake your colleague offers you the day you began your diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be you yourself questioning your goals or that a change of routine is desired or you suddenly hear news that you can't stop thinking about. The fact is, for every set goal, there are things from within and without that work against acheiving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Giving these things more than the split seconds of thought they deserve, may result in being side-tracked and we may never get to our desired goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will help at times like that, is to think about people who have won competitions, races and other challenges in the past. How did they do it? They probably had gazzillion legitimate reasons to have given up but they did not, instead they remained focused until they got where they wanted to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Focus, the concentration of attention into something, is what gets people to the finish line. It maximises time and shuts out the noises. Keeping in mind the big picture, a clear image of the desired end result inspite of distractions is the way we win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-2080252689516758408?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2080252689516758408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-we-win.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/2080252689516758408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/2080252689516758408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-we-win.html' title='The way we win'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-4754189659715774187</id><published>2009-01-29T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:25:50.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He will not give us more than we can bear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was my normal routine email. I sent it out to friends that had not been in touch in 4weeks or more. I personalised it, making sure I asked the right questions and sent my regards to the right names. I then waited for responses to flood in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the replies were like what I sent out, pleasantries and a short update of how things were going. One was however, just a sentence: &lt;em&gt;Our baby went to be with the Lord but we are fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole day I could not answer back. Paralysed as we often are when we hear of tragedies but I knew that I had to get in touch as one should, no matter how sad the news, no matter how engulfed with grief the friend may be, they remember those who get in touch and they value them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally made the call, we chatted, we laughed, we had that painful throat feeling when the tears refuse to fall. I learnt about the day when the 4month old left. The week that followed I got another email, another sentence: Our baby's short but amazing life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still check those emails off and on perhaps I expect it to read differently. When I called back after viewing the pictures, one thing stood out in our conversation " He will not give us more than we can bear." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder, how much can anyone bear? I may never get an answer to that question but I know that my friends lives have a pattern once again and those words played a huge part in getting them there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-4754189659715774187?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4754189659715774187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-will-not-give-us-more-than-we-can.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/4754189659715774187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/4754189659715774187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-will-not-give-us-more-than-we-can.html' title='He will not give us more than we can bear.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-6476960491576916900</id><published>2009-01-28T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:58:32.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was our first time worshipping in this big church. We had never seen anything like it. Her magnificence, displayed in an architectural wonder that spanned several acres and took ones breathe away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massive lobby with pictures of angels against cream coloured tall walls greeted us on the inside; chandeliers and mirrors which added to the natural light caused us to blink a few times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a seating area somewhere in the middle, fresh plants, with green leaves adorned the sides of the settees projecting a homely feel. Paintings that take one far far away hang on some walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerised, we manage to find our way into the sanctuary where we were once again spell bound. Something about the equipment and effects reminded us of an entertainment centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the choir sang what happen to be one of our favourite songs a little while later, it was impossible to believe it was not the actual CD that we were listening to, except they sounded even better than the CD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explored the grounds some more when the service was over. Impressed, does not do justice to how we felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later however, we hardly see the plants, we do not notice the cream coloured walls except when they have a yellow plastic sign that read ‘fresh paint’ in front of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen it all before and although the building is still as breathtaking as ever, we no longer see it quite like that anymore. Our eyes have grown accustomed to seeing it so we sort of take it for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we invited a friend whose marvels took us back to that first day. It made us see the need to look at things with fresh eyes, even our relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if your man always gives good presentations, praise the next one as if it’s his first one. What does it matter that your woman always makes great dishes? Compliment her all the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Must it take an outsider to draw our attention to the excellence and beauty in one another, the very things that drew us to them in the first place which we now consider ‘normal’?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take another look, this time with fresh eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-6476960491576916900?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6476960491576916900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/fresh-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6476960491576916900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6476960491576916900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/fresh-eyes.html' title='Fresh Eyes'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-7402815904517557910</id><published>2009-01-27T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:26:47.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust like a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In this time of uncertainties, where some of our friends go out in the morning to a job without being totally convinced that the job will still be their's next week, where there is hardly anyone who does not know someone somewhere who has been made redundant. It is easy to despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial difficulties have largely increased and people are tightening their budget strings. Brand name cereals are being replaced with generic ones with mothers picking Coco -rounds instead of Coco Pops. That difference alone makes some of us freak out. We don't remember that children are really less concerned about brand names and status symbols as they are about being loved and having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety seems normal. We are tempted to turn away from the one thing that can help us. We recoil and hide because that gives us temporary comfort especially after listening to the news and hearing more depressing information which makes our stomach turn. Yet we make the unfavourable exchange rates the subject of conversations with our peers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our subconcious nudge us off and on but we neglect to do what we ought, we just can't deal with that right now. We are well aware that people have been known to turn away from God when things are not going quite as they would like but that is not us we reason after all we pray daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might as well be us though, if we do not learn to trust God like a child. Do we even trust Him at all? If we do why would we toss and turn in the bed? If we truly believe in the words we pray and expect answers, we would trust, wouldn't we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephews  recently asked for toys which I have bought and will be sending off to them soon. As we live in different countries, it takes a while before I get things across to them but they never once doubt that the things will arrive. Not once, since I gave my word did they question my sister about if I would change my mind or forget. Instead they eagerly await their presents. To them, it's all about when and never if. It is a done deal not a probability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise with God. If He said it, we can go to sleep on it. If we trust him, we will relax knowing He's got our back and we need not second guess Him. Whatever you are going through today and however dire the situation is, you will do well to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;trust like a child&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-7402815904517557910?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7402815904517557910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/trust-like-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7402815904517557910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7402815904517557910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/trust-like-child.html' title='Trust like a child'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-5760761373851862152</id><published>2009-01-26T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:21:18.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we speak different languages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SX4aJjhyK9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_p_LnJH3K0E/s1600-h/languages.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295698963292367826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SX4aJjhyK9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_p_LnJH3K0E/s200/languages.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not many things beat the frustration and anger accompanied with not being understood. The way we react in situations like that is a language in itself speaking out clearly about how we communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In particular, when the communication gap is within a marital relationship, the negative feelings multiply. Spouses are quick to bring to mind the million and one times they have experienced similar scenarios thereby getting more vexed. Questions like how can he not get it? Why is she playing dumb? run around in their heads heightening the irritation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who get furious and draw battle lines usually recognized by their rising voices, clenched fists, revealing white knuckles and increasing beads of sweat around the brows. There are others who throw their hands up in the air and give up, choosing to shut down in other to avoid a melt-down and there are also those rare ones, who stay calm until they find a way to get their message across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to that calm level where something aggravating us can be resolved without burst arteries, streaming eyes and all the drama is not easy, but it is possible and achievable by everyone, if we desire it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you are visiting a new country, say Spain for example. You do not speak a word of Spanish but you are looking forward to your vacation. Would you not invest in either learning basic Spanish, buy some of those ‘what you need to know about’ books or get a tour guide? Whatever the cost, you would not mind, because you know it will go a long way to enhance your whole trip making it that much more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it then that we hardly employ this mindset to life, our most important journey of all? Ask yourself when was the last time you tried to see things from your spouse’s perspective? Or bought a book that will help you understand him/her better? Why neglect to equip ourselves with aids that will make our lives more interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man speaks a different language to every woman. Fact! That person you walked down the aisle with has whatever many years of various experiences that make him communicate the way he does. Add to that his inherent tendencies and you will see that perhaps instead of an anger outburst or a name calling exercise, a calm and solutions focused approach will make more difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we speak different languages, normally, we try to learn each other’s language, we are more tolerant of errors, we show more patience, we sharpen our non-verbal cues, we practice a lot, we show rather than tell and we do not give up. Should we not lend one another the courtesy that we do where real languages are concerned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-5760761373851862152?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/5760761373851862152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-we-speak-different-languages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5760761373851862152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5760761373851862152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-we-speak-different-languages.html' title='When we speak different languages.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SX4aJjhyK9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_p_LnJH3K0E/s72-c/languages.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-4774182318116102721</id><published>2009-01-25T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:30:21.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SX4cbU_gf9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/2zRUUidBUtw/s1600-h/destiny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295701467651407826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SX4cbU_gf9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/2zRUUidBUtw/s200/destiny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My euphoria about the historic event we witnessed last Tuesday has not completely waned. It is probably the same for you and I doubt there is anyone who was not touched one way or another by that making of history. It's such a rarely thing and all I can do is give thanks to Him who thanks is due.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So today, I thank God for history that has been made, for people who never give up until they fulfill their destinies and for a brighter tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not find either songs I wanted to share so I'll post part of the lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mark Altrogge's Destiny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a destiny I know I shall fulfil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a destiny in that city on a hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a destiny and it's not an empty wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I know I was born for such a time as this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Donnie McClurkin's Yes We Can (no, it wasn't just recently released)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make this land a better land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the world in which we live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We gotta help each man and each woman be better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the kindness that we give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we can make it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know real well We can make it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes we can, can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-4774182318116102721?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4774182318116102721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/gratitude_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/4774182318116102721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/4774182318116102721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/gratitude_25.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SX4cbU_gf9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/2zRUUidBUtw/s72-c/destiny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-8865290706375625301</id><published>2009-01-24T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:28:07.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mile-takers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are people who seem to enjoy taking others for a ride. You give them an inch, they take several miles. I doubt that anyone enjoys being cheated. Not even con artists. Why these people can't see that baffles me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How do they even decide who to mess with? Is it that they have a radar that alerts them to their victims? Or do they not realise when they cross the line between asking for a favour and 'using' someone? Whatever happened to doing as you would like to be done to? Are people from particular countries prone to behaving this way than others?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At at a function the other day, I sat with a group of people from different African countries. Ever so often, the subject will touch on Nigerians and it appeared that the table were in agreement that Nigerians are arrogant and expert mile-takers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tried to understand the rationale behind it and attempted to make a case against generalisation quelling examples that flooded to my mind of when my fellow country men had taken miles instead of the inch on offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the time I was making an international trip, back when one was allowed 32kg per bag excluding hand luggage. All I had was a tiny bag and so when someone asked if I could help her take a few things I readily agreed. Well, she turned up to my house with 2 suitcases weighing 30kg each. Imagine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also that person who expected me to ship a box of clothes for her when she learnt I was relocating and would be shipping some stuff. Arghh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back at this event, the people on my table readily backed their consensus with examples which led to this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who recently began my writing business which includes rendering services like proof-reading/editing documents, typing,transcribing etc, I advertise myself everytime I have the opportunity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wide target including schools, students and specific organisations. I would usually cite past projects as well as the cost implications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my suprise, a few days ago, a Nigerian woman I know well, breezed into my house textbooks in hand with a college assignment brief, asking me not only to answer the questions for her, to type it including references as soon as possible and at no cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what disgusted me more. The fact that I had been asked or that I did not immediately decline. It took me the better part of a day to form my words of rejection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder, what drives these people? How come they have the audacity to make the requests? Why do we their victims grant any of them? Could it be the radar thing? Or that we, the victims, have the inability to say no in common? Are Nigerian expert mile-takers? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-8865290706375625301?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8865290706375625301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/mile-takers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8865290706375625301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8865290706375625301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/mile-takers.html' title='Mile-takers.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-9070231629886590062</id><published>2009-01-23T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:22:15.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a change party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What with the historic day we had on Tuesday, change is still very much on my mind. So it occured to me to make a party out of it and maybe you too will enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any kind of party rings 'fun' the only difference is this one, you should only invite your close friends or people you would not mind being accountable to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck in, drink and dance but before the party ends slot in a few minutes when you all make a change statement to one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not suggesting unrealistic or big changes. Anything will do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my change statement is simple " I will change my writing time so it no longer interferes with other activities".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the sort of thing I mean. Something small but needful, commit to it and remember one step at a time. Have a fun filled change making weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-9070231629886590062?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/9070231629886590062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-change-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/9070231629886590062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/9070231629886590062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-change-party.html' title='Have a change party!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-7727306757917105751</id><published>2009-01-22T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:30:35.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing is the key!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;For the things we have to learn before we can do them, we learn by doing them.”&lt;/em&gt; Hannah Arendt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of us can identify with the frustration of a new graduate who job hunts for months on end without getting hired because he lacks experience and yet the only way he can get experience is when someone gives him the chance and hires him. Hannah probably had this sort of scenario in mind when she made the statement above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar quotes are rife when studying a second language. In French, we have ‘en parlant qu’on parle’ meaning ‘practice makes perfect’. Teachers realizing the all important truth; to learn or excel in anything, you have to be doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough but we hardly live by it. How often have you had your bubble burst when you attempted to do something? Bubble bursters will always be there; lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce at you, your ideas and ultimately stop you from doing. It hurts especially when a close friend or spouse is the face behind the ‘pop’ but isn’t it much worse when we burst our own bubbles ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people we admire most, certainly the ones that make impact are those ones that kept on ‘doing’ they prove the pessimists wrong as James Baldwin clearly put it ‘&lt;em&gt;those who say it can't be done are usually interrupted by others doing it’&lt;/em&gt;. Take a hint from that and keep on doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have talents and gifts that we need to develop and use. Skill sets that will take us to places we have only ever been in our dreams. A sage like no other put it this way “&lt;em&gt;A man’s gift makes room for him and brings him before great men&lt;/em&gt;”. Proverbs 18:16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that a man's gift does not just make room for him? He has to do alot of things first. If it was a physical gift, he would have thought about it, chose it, wrapped it and all of that. If as I would like to think, it was a talent, he would have honed it to the point where he stood out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to be the best that there is? Excel in a field? Experience fulfillment? Thrive regardless of the economic situation where you live? Learn new things?  Yes it may require some time, going back to school, money, whatever. The answer lies in your doing, doing and doing alone.  Take a step. You have what it takes, so do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-7727306757917105751?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7727306757917105751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/doing-is-key.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7727306757917105751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7727306757917105751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/doing-is-key.html' title='Doing is the key!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-976225464136196368</id><published>2009-01-21T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:23:56.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What every man should know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Every woman loves receiving compliments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so do not neglect giving loads to yours. On the other hand, a party of three or more, do not want to hear that you think your &lt;em&gt;woman is hot under the covers&lt;/em&gt; or any intimate details you feel like divulging. That is just plain embarrassing for all of you. Have the decorum to know what should be said, how it should be said and where. There is a time and place for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Every woman has an opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Even the mousey type ones who begin every sentence with ‘my husband said’ when you pause and ask them a direct question, they tend to find words to convey their thoughts so if you are fond of making unilateral decisions rethink this and consider carrying your wife along. The saying two heads are better than one did not just come to be; besides you and her, are meant to be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Every woman is not your wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You will think that this is common knowledge but honestly there are some men out there who just don’t know when to stop. They make unwelcome advances. Crack dry jokes and sometimes make uncomplimentary remarks about other people’s wives. Come on. Have some decency. Take your bullshit home to someone who signed up for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every woman has a flaw&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Don’t kid yourself. There is no perfect woman. She knows it. You know it. The whole world knows it, so get real. Stop the highfaluting. We know. This is not to say however, that you should never sing your woman’s praises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Every woman deserves respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Quit dressing her down in front of your Bozo mates. Don’t go groping her boobs when all she’s offering is a hug and stop the public bum slapping whilst you are at it. It demonstrates nothing but crudeness drenched in major disrespect! Even if that’s how you get your kicks, spare others and keep it in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every woman has a fear&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Acknowledge it. Assuage it. Whatever you do, don’t ever make light of it. To her it’s real and that should be enough for you. Work with her to overcome it if she can, in the meantime let her know with you, her monsters won’t catch up with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every woman has venom&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; You read right. Push her to the wall or press her buttons one time too many and it will come spewing out. Toy with her emotions and break her heart and you will see there is truth in the saying ‘hell hath no fury than a woman scorned.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Every woman desires a break&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Take the odd day off and relieve her of the daily routine. Let your kids spend the weekend with some friends or family every once in a while. She will appreciate you that much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Every woman needs attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Deny her and she will resent you along with those things in your tow, that receive the attention. Ignore her and you push her away. Better you give her lots of attention or she will seek and find it elsewhere. Remember boredom messes with the brain but loneliness is the real killer. A word is enough for the wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every woman deserves a regular thank you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Again another easy one you will think; but men tend to forget. There is not enough ‘thank you’s to thank a woman for her varied roles. Thank her, thank her and when you are done, thank her again. It will bring out the sweetest parts of her I assure you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-976225464136196368?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/976225464136196368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-every-man-should-know.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/976225464136196368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/976225464136196368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-every-man-should-know.html' title='What every man should know.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-6833772938874303896</id><published>2009-01-20T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:16:23.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May we dare to be different as we celebrate change today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;History is made when someone dares to be different and refuses to let anything stand in the way of what they seek to achieve. From today, the Unites States of America and in fact the world will never be the same because the words ‘all things are possible’ came alive as we saw the First African American President take office in the US of A. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change black people all over have been waiting for came with Obama and today at least, the feeling that blacks will always be underdogs or weak links evaporates largely. It however does not end here. Many mindsets still need to be shifted so that in time discrimination can be laid to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be many celebrating this historic day. As we pop open the wine bottles, cheer and make merry, our thoughts should go beyond today, beyond Obama to ways we as individuals can be better than our previous best in our vicinity. Obama’s victory does not only mean ‘Yes we can’ it also means excuses are no longer permissible, playing the race card will now be comical and we too can be instruments of change in our own countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May African leaders see this as a chance to do right by their citizens. May citizens see this as an opportunity to fight for the Nation they would like to have. May injustice, genocide and other such evil give way to tolerance, peace and understanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we believe in ourselves like never before. May people ask in the near future where has corruption gone in our countries? May we dream new dreams and accomplish them. May we dare to be different and in our lifetime make history too. Yes we can! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-6833772938874303896?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6833772938874303896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/may-we-dare-to-be-different-as-we.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6833772938874303896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6833772938874303896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/may-we-dare-to-be-different-as-we.html' title='May we dare to be different as we celebrate change today.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-1371999209962047197</id><published>2009-01-19T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:39:44.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion sets us apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SXSP70eVukI/AAAAAAAAADo/IOppTyujitE/s1600-h/passion+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293013719928126018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SXSP70eVukI/AAAAAAAAADo/IOppTyujitE/s200/passion+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever met someone whose energy was enough to light a room, whose face flushed with colour as they spoke about a subject, whose eyes sparkled and body moved with every enthused word they uttered?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering a person like that would be easy. Describing them would be even easier. We will say they are passionate as a person or about their subject matter. Their passion would have set them apart, etching them in our memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all can be like that; leaving lasting impressions in people’s minds however fleeting our encounter, if we find something we are passionate about. Personally, I believe that everyone has a passion and that it will gear them forward like nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes we meet people who we connect with because we have similar passions and there are those we meet who tell us to be ‘less’ or ‘more’ passionate. Personally, I doubt that passion is something we can turn down or up as we wish or that we can be too passionate. The meaning of passion confirms it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion is the soul’s hunger. It cannot be ignored and has to be filled. With physical hunger, the choice of food does not matter as much as the need to be full because &lt;em&gt;a person who is full refuses honey but even bitter food tastes sweet to the hungry (Proverbs 27:7).&lt;/em&gt; Similarly with passion a large or small audience, support or lack of makes no difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passion is the fire in our bones that keep us walking on when our feet want to cave in. Passion is tied to our hearts and will drive us no matter what. Passion is personal, mostly innate yet visible, tangible and real. Passion may be overwhelmed but never dies. Passion motivates and ultimately makes us succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you to look inside you, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;find your passion and let it set you apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-1371999209962047197?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1371999209962047197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/passion-sets-us-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/1371999209962047197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/1371999209962047197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/passion-sets-us-apart.html' title='Passion sets us apart.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SXSP70eVukI/AAAAAAAAADo/IOppTyujitE/s72-c/passion+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-5845473477378881894</id><published>2009-01-18T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:46:56.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend, I was torn inside because I struggled to write. Continuing the challenge seemed slim not to mention completing it. Who would blame me if I quit I thought I set it myself didn’t I? I despaired because I knew that quitting was not an option for me yet I had reached a point where I was not satisfied with my posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This may seem odd to any who is reading my writing for the first time. So I will illustrate it. Imagine if you were a Medical Doctor who relocated to another country where you had to work as a nurse. Imagine the frustration you will feel when people praise your work. It will be at the tip of your tongue to say ''I can do so much more" That’s similar to how I felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some of the stuff I posted in this challenge were just... 'I could have done better'. Thankfully, those who know me did not stop chiding me. Someone advised that I took a break from the daily posts, others encouraged me saying at least I was writing and I said to myself something has to give. Time in the prescence of the giver of talents revealed how to fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So today, I am letting God's praises ring for His never ending faithfulness, for getting my groove back, for friends and family who made good points and an invaluable lesson I have learnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIg6RIbLz1c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIg6RIbLz1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-5845473477378881894?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/5845473477378881894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5845473477378881894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5845473477378881894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-575049917245295527</id><published>2009-01-17T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:25:23.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favourite cities!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SXIPiYNwSYI/AAAAAAAAADg/0-uISQfPgRQ/s1600-h/roundabout+ilorin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292309595403864450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SXIPiYNwSYI/AAAAAAAAADg/0-uISQfPgRQ/s200/roundabout+ilorin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not many people reading this would have ever visited one of my favourite cities.  I love it because so many 'first' memories were made for me there. It is the city where I first learnt about diversity, love, and tolerance to mention a few. It's the city where I grew up and some of her lingo continue to graze my lips; Ilorin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilorin is the capital of Kwara State ( the State of Harmony) in the south west region of Nigeria. Growing up there was fabulous. Many of those living there were not indigenes of the state but it did not make a difference. Diversity was celebrated and there was a huge sense of community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilorin has 2 Universities, a Polytechnic, a College of Education and several schools within her walls. There are also some religious educational institutions like the United Missionary Theological Seminary and the College of Arabic and Islamic legal studies. Needless to say, it is very much a student's city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can cover the length and breadth of Ilorin, visit tourist places and entertainment venues in less than 3days. If a place that is free from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities appeals to you, Ilorin is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post office is one of the hubs of the city. All roads pretty much lead there and you can get a taxi to anywhere from the post office. It is also a good spot to hang about and get a real feel of the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, if you boarded a taxi, you were more than likely to know someone in it and if you did, more often than not they would cover your fare. It was the way things were. People looked after one another. The taxi drivers were super kind too an extra 10 bucks could usually get you to your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also could be damned sure if you were caught behaving badly in a public place your parents would have caught wind of it before you even arrived home. To think there were no cell/mobile phones then. Really, how did they do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is something about living in a place like Ilorin. It could be the sense of contentment in the air, the tangible tranquility, low cost of everything or the fact that people are never too busy to say hello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever it is and no matter where you are from, Ilorin  my childhood city begins to feel like home so much so that when you leave, you carry with you her calmness, you sometimes long to return and you miss the harmony that you experienced there in ways you can not possibly imagine fa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fa - is an Ilorin expression that is used for emphasis or sometimes just for the fun of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-575049917245295527?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/575049917245295527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-my-favourite-cities.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/575049917245295527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/575049917245295527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-my-favourite-cities.html' title='One of my favourite cities!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SXIPiYNwSYI/AAAAAAAAADg/0-uISQfPgRQ/s72-c/roundabout+ilorin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-3430583053543387894</id><published>2009-01-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:17:30.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy a picnic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SXDbydj2zfI/AAAAAAAAADY/E_vZD18wH08/s1600-h/picnic.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291971222135295474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SXDbydj2zfI/AAAAAAAAADY/E_vZD18wH08/s200/picnic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Alright I admit the weather where I am is not one for having a picnic ideally. The word cold is being redefined daily as I experience newer low temperatures. However, seeing that we do not really live in an ideal world, I'll say the cold is not enough reason to rule out a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you turn up the heat a little or light up the fire place then set up your picnic mat and food on the floor in front of the fire and have some fun. I have a feeling your family will love you for it and for what it's worth, you will for that period forget how freezing cold it is outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you who live in warmer climates, your picnic does not have to be indoors. Grab a big hamper, fill it with sandwiches, fruits and other finger food (whatever works for you), invite some friends and go on to that park near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Whatever you choose to do, have fun this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-3430583053543387894?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/3430583053543387894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/fancy-picnic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3430583053543387894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3430583053543387894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/fancy-picnic.html' title='Fancy a picnic?'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SXDbydj2zfI/AAAAAAAAADY/E_vZD18wH08/s72-c/picnic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-8653318545878559606</id><published>2009-01-15T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:08:08.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women @ different stages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The single girl says, 'I am tired'. 'I just want to meet him; get married and have children'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;'Is it not enough Mister that I said and meant my vows? Why do I have to change my name?' asks the newlywed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavily pregnant one (whose maternal instincts refuse to kick in) moans: 'Why can’t we just adopt? Why go through all this stress?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The new mum after countless sleepless nights tearfully mutters, 'I am overwhelmed!' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jeez! What was that pain?' gasps the breast feeding mum, as her womb contracts for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;'Arghhhhhhhh! Keep quiet'! screams the mother of toddlers running riot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The married lonely whose husband is home late again wonders, 'how did I get here?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The mature woman who has experienced all the above advices, “You have to take care of yourself&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows this for sure, that life is in  stages and you will do well to look after yourself at every stage or you may not get past it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-8653318545878559606?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8653318545878559606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/women-different-stages.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8653318545878559606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8653318545878559606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/women-different-stages.html' title='Women @ different stages.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-3245407609281193589</id><published>2009-01-14T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:57:16.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace your future today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes we wonder why things are not changing for us. Everyone else seem to be moving forward but we are stuck in a rut. It may be a dead-end job like the one I once had where it was clear that promotion was inconceivable in the organization, despicable did not even begin to describe the conditions of work and the environment yet I stayed at the job for a few years before moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It may be a desire to achieve something more but life, procrastination, and doubts flood in and before we know it, several years have gone and not a lot has happened in our lives. Zero difference and we are hit by the blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Often the reasons we stay static is because we dread leaving our comfort zone. The frustrations of stagnancy not quite overpowering our fear of the unknown. We hide under sayings like ‘the devil you know is better than the angel you do not know’ in desperate attempts to justify our current state. We blame it on people or things not wanting to take responsibility but as Shakespeare recognised " the fault is not in the stars, but in ourselves."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We can make a decision to stop the current cycle,make a move and change. That word change, how we fail to adequately grasp its importance. It is what separates the successful from the failures. It differentiates the goal getters from the back benchers. It is the reason why the past becomes present, the present becomes past and the future the present. Any day we choose we can begin the process of change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing ever just happens. We make things happen by doing something. So if that situation you are in seems to be more than you can bear. Change it! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Embrace your future today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-3245407609281193589?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/3245407609281193589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/embrace-your-future-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3245407609281193589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3245407609281193589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/embrace-your-future-today.html' title='Embrace your future today!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-2185616539622811628</id><published>2009-01-13T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:35:59.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What no one ever says about marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SWzrbdRYSFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ScQZDbCsDag/s1600-h/marriage.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290862519200008274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SWzrbdRYSFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ScQZDbCsDag/s200/marriage.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love is not enough!&lt;/span&gt; It may sound impossible to believe but it is true. Many married people will attest to the fact that sometimes there just isn’t any love in the mix and by the way, it is absolutely normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it will be hard to feel love that moment your man announces that he will be wiping out your joint savings account to fund his sister’s 5th business idea seeing that the 4th one just failed. It will be all you can do not to have an anger outburst at what you know will certainly be a disaster but experience tells you to keep mute even as adrenaline rushes through your body. You know his mind is made up. You’ve seen the glint of determination that appears in his eyes when he makes these kind of decisions. You immediately start planning how to botch the plan but you feel no love that very minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may even feel something close to dislike when he offers no emotional support during painfully difficult times. A husband once said to his wife as she cried during what transpired to be a miscarriage; “water is just coming out of your eyes right? You are not crying.” Try that for insensitivity and crudeness and tell me how love can be felt at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Men possibly have their moments too when they feel no love but dare I say women have it more perhaps because somewhere in the men’s gene is the &lt;em&gt;insensitive and coming up with wacky ideas&lt;/em&gt; trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it ever so amusing is when one sees engaged couples, newly-weds or those who have been married for a few odd years. You can tell that they have not yet come across the trait, nor experienced any real challenges or struggles. Their marriage is yet to be tested and tried so they feel the love all the time. You smile because you know they will soon have their very own rude awakening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best part of all however, is that moment when it dawns on you that &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;even though love is never enough in any marriage, it is also indispensable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-2185616539622811628?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2185616539622811628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-no-one-ever-says-about-marriage.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/2185616539622811628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/2185616539622811628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-no-one-ever-says-about-marriage.html' title='What no one ever says about marriage.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SWzrbdRYSFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ScQZDbCsDag/s72-c/marriage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-2871678501337044804</id><published>2009-01-12T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:29:56.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save more time: plan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time. There never seems to be enough of it. From the moment the alarm clock rouses us from sleep until we again shut our eyes  again at night, we are racing against time.   We try to fit in as much as we can in our day and find several unfinished tasks that we carry forward to the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps an obvious time saving tip, but think how much we would accomplish if we plan ahead. There are so many quotes about planning out there. The first that comes to mind is "he who fails to plan; plans to fail." This could not be truer or over stressed yet many people still neglect to take time out and make realistic time saving plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Though it initially takes time to make a plan. If it is a realistic one, it goes a long way because not only does it guide us as we go through our day, we can at a glance know where we need to put more energy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It does not have to be an elaborate step by step of what you plan to do all day. Simple bullet points with approximate timescale work for many and there are no rules that say you must adhere to the plan dogmatically. As with most things, flexibility is important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A few other things planning ahead would save you include: late submissions on deadlines, money, sleep and angry outbursts from people who have to over stretch themselves picking up on the mess that our lack of planning creates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Only the person who thinks the hours of the day are more than enough to finish his/her daily task will continue to say, ' planning, I'm just not cut out for it.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-2871678501337044804?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2871678501337044804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-more-time-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/2871678501337044804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/2871678501337044804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-more-time-plan.html' title='Save more time: plan!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-41241049498469682</id><published>2009-01-11T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:24:54.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving back to the Giver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bread, Banana, Chocolate, Chips, Eggs, Fish, Fried plantain, Grilled Chicken, Jollof Rice, Pistachio nuts, Sloppy Joe and Yoghurt are only a few of the different things I have eaten this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried out a new restaurant and thoroughly enjoyed the meal there. Obviously, I enjoy eating but more than that, this week, I am giving back my gratitude to my Maker for the different kind of food that exsist; their flavour, aroma, texture, taste and the nourishment they bring to our bodies. I am thankful that food is available and affordable to us and that we can eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This transports me right back to the 80's when I first learnt the lyrics of this short song that says it best:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some have food but can not eat, some can eat but have no food; we have food and we can eat, glory be to God on high."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-41241049498469682?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/41241049498469682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/giving-back-to-giver_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/41241049498469682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/41241049498469682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/giving-back-to-giver_11.html' title='Giving back to the Giver'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-3626334988735448620</id><published>2009-01-10T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:41:18.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we rekindle the flame? Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SWn28eHWbyI/AAAAAAAAADI/wSh9FnWiH5A/s1600-h/flames.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290030756059836194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SWn28eHWbyI/AAAAAAAAADI/wSh9FnWiH5A/s200/flames.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hardly can one attend a gathering of more than 2 Nigerians without the topic of our Nation being broached. One then wonders that with the amount of conversations, the fact that we are all agreed that there is a lot to be done, why is it not being done then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have heard it said that ‘your today is a reflection of your yesterday’ hence our today is also a reflection of our tomorrow. Does it then mean that the generations before us inflicted us with this expert ability to theorize but not practicalize? When will the veil separating these be torn? Or shall we ourselves breed a generation that would be afraid to even broach theories?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most developed nations had citizens who lost their lives along the way for what they believed in. Many lives are already being lost in our Nation to crime and other evil perpetrations. Yet we shy away from noble causes. Playing the ‘we were colonized’ card would no longer wash either. Were we the only ones? How come some of the other colonies have advanced more than us in spite of our Nation being one of the most richly endowed country with natural resources in the World. Besides, whilst still on colonization, it has been 48 years since we became independent and that’s 2 years more than the years we were colonized so there really is no excuse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that change is in the works in Nigeria. But is it? Not unless we get back to being passionate and determined to make good our childhood desires of making Nigeria better. It is all in our hands; every single one of us and there is no escaping from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us make it our priority to rekindle the flame. If we all put in our best then at least, we will be able to say like Abraham Lincoln ‘ I do the very best I can, the very best I know how, if the end brings me out right then good, if not, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-3626334988735448620?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/3626334988735448620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/shall-we-rekindle-flame-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3626334988735448620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3626334988735448620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/shall-we-rekindle-flame-part-2.html' title='Shall we rekindle the flame? Part 2'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SWn28eHWbyI/AAAAAAAAADI/wSh9FnWiH5A/s72-c/flames.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-8252577394110052352</id><published>2009-01-09T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:05:45.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider dancing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another fun thing anyone you can do this weekend is dancing.  Before you roll your eyes if you are not a fan, consider this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Dancing provides just about the same effects as aerobic exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It  has numerous health benefits &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It  can help reduce weight if you do it regularly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It reduces stress and improves strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; It increases energy and tones muscles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is a lot of fun  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The best part is, it is quite flexible. Whether  you are  all alone, at a party or hanging out with friends you can always blast some music and sway to the  rhythm. So this weekend, I hope you dance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-8252577394110052352?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/8252577394110052352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/consider-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8252577394110052352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/8252577394110052352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/consider-dancing.html' title='Consider dancing.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-6621506118186620834</id><published>2009-01-08T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:35:24.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a special place...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;‘There is a special place in hell for women who do not help other women’.                                                                                                                  Madeleine K. Albright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Madeleine must have said this in exasperation. She probably could not understand how a woman would choose not to help other women particularly a woman in a position of influence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we see it everyday don't we? It is glimpsed in the sister in-law who refuses to babysit her nephews and says something like "nobody helped me look after my kids, you have to learn to cope by yourself". It is captured in the unspoken words of the work colleague who never shares information and also in the threatening look a female boss gives a subordinate who she perceives as a threat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn to live with it. We may even be the ones that withold our help from others. We think 'it's life, deal with it'. It never seems to cross our minds that we could and should change it or that it goes against how we are defined; as nurturing and loving beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously women, why should anyone have to go through the rigorous motions you endured before you got something or somewhere? Isn't it bad enough that you went through it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one woman to others, shall we stop, think and realise that truly we ought to help one another? It is not at all the end of the world if someone has it easier because of you, it should in fact, be a joy that you made life that much simpler for another and who knows, there may very well be a special place in heaven for women who do help other women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-6621506118186620834?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6621506118186620834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-special-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6621506118186620834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6621506118186620834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-special-place.html' title='There&apos;s a special place...'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-6598471946072941973</id><published>2009-01-07T04:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:09:18.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;First impressions last long we all know, but should they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her first day on the job. She was awfully excited but had woken up so late she could not eat breakfast or pack her lunch. Well, truth be told, she had been exhausted playing with her 15 month old child the night before perhaps in a bid to quell the feelings of guilt she was trying not to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a last lingering look in the fridge trying to see if perhaps a possible lunch idea would form from the Ketchup, Milk and Fruits she had in there. If only her grocery delivery had arrived yesterday as planned she sighed as she slammed the fridge door and donned her coat. She would source out something she thought as she said her goodbye to the childminder and kissed her little boy even as her stomach growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunger pangs still clawed at her inside 20minutes later when she walked into the new Company that would be her workplace from now. She was introduced to her team. They all slapped on bright smiles but she noticed the smiles did not quite reach their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her induction took a full hour but then she got a good tour of the building. So good in fact that she made her way back to the canteen a short while later to see if she could grab a bite. Glad that there was a tuna and sweetcorn sandwich she hurriedly claimed it but, alas, scouting through her handbag revealed she had only had a few pennies. Realising she brought the wrong bag, she quietly walked away from the canteen with tears stinging her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in their open-plan office, she decided to focus on her work for the day. Just at that time, one of the ladies in her team (Lucy) came over and said ' uhm skiving already?' She had no quick retort that could match that so she gave a quarter of a smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few hours went by quickly and it was soon lunch time. She decided to check on the childminder and was speaking to her on her cell phone when her team all stood up to go for lunch. Lucy gave her a quizzical look that asked, 'aren't you coming?' to which she shook her head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lucy smirked back at her, passing a crystal clear message to her, 'she had just crossed a line' but short of humiliating herself and asking them to loan her a fiver, there was no way she could go and have lunch with them. Besides she never had lunch buddies at work, she preferred to sit alone and enjoy a quiet lunch thereby avoiding the gossip that characterised team lunches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, when her team returned, they each asked her if she had worked through lunch. When she responded affirmatively, they chorused 'uuhhh' and Lucy gave her daggers. Evidently, she just stepped further away from the accepted and liked line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years into this job, her team would now like and value her contribution but not before telling her how much they loathed her on that first day and how they had decided to 'show' her during that lunch she opted out of; their first impression of her being that she was a 'skiving, snobbish, working through lunch type' when in fact she was just a 'hungry, cashless, trying to get through the day type'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask again, should first impressions last long? Or should we simply try to get an accurate first impression?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;To 'skive' is British slang for the practice of avoiding responsibilities (particularly work or school) because you want to do something more fun or just don’t want to do what you should be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-6598471946072941973?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6598471946072941973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-impressions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6598471946072941973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6598471946072941973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-2913972734006833876</id><published>2009-01-06T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:39:11.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.inkycircus.com/jargon/images/lightbulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://www.inkycircus.com/jargon/images/lightbulb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That according to some research carried out a few years ago in US and UK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;73% percent of all books in libraries are never checked out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The average American reads only eight hours every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;40% of Britons never read books only newspapers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The average American annually spends 10 times more on what he puts on his head than what he puts into his head&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder what such research if carried out in Nigeria, might reveal. I do know that most Nigerian homes have just about all the electrical gadgets imagineable but lack a library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is not all doom and gloom however, I also found this interesting information in an article by Harvey Mackay :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you read just one book per month for 12 straight months, you will be in the top 25 percentile of all intellectuals in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you read five books on one subject, you are one of the world's foremost leading authorities on that subject!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you read just 15 minutes a day -- every day, for one year -- you can complete 20 books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah - ha! Why not read a book this month? I will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Data for this post was from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.literacytrust.org.uk/Database/Mori.html#never"&gt;http://www.literacytrust.org.uk/Database/Mori.html#never&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heraldextra.com/content/view/205172/"&gt;http://www.heraldextra.com/content/view/205172/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heraldextra.com/content/view/205172/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-2913972734006833876?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2913972734006833876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/2913972734006833876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/2913972734006833876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-3286067838054751461</id><published>2009-01-05T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:59:42.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Job? Not unless employers call you back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is common knowledge that many people are unhappy with their current jobs and are seeking new ones. However, not so many manage to make that job switch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what some might believe, many employers do look at CVs and Cover letters and read through them. So if you fall in the job hunter category and have been at it for a while, unless you are getting interview calls, you need to pause and restrategize. These tips might help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;pply for the the right job - if you don't speak a word of french why are you applying for a job that requires you speak french fluently?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;e concise - make short sensible sentences in your cover letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ompare, compare, compare - by this I mean compare your CV and Cover letter with others before you send them out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;efinitely give examples - so you can do x, y and z how about you cite cases and scenarios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;radicate errors from your CV and Cover letter (nothing shouts incompetent more than those mis-spelt words and grammatically wrong sentences so make your's error-free)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-3286067838054751461?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/3286067838054751461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-job-not-unless-employers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3286067838054751461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/3286067838054751461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-job-not-unless-employers.html' title='New Year, New Job? Not unless employers call you back!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-7911444515523395825</id><published>2009-01-04T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:23:03.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving back to the Giver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I thought of what specific thing to be thankful for this week, this hymn popped back into my head as it has done every now and then since I first heard it. If you ever heard of a small blue book called ‘Songs of Praise’ (SOP) then you more than likely know the Hymn. It is number 444 in SOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me pause and think about things I otherwise take for granted. I take a moment and think of a small creature, usually an ant and then of a big creature, an Elephant. I think about how they were made by God and marvel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I give back to Him who lays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters and walks on the wings of wind, He who laid the foundations of the earth and makes the clouds His chariot, my gratitude for creation, His numerous wonderful works and hymns that help us remember to be thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UdLjQa3as58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UdLjQa3as58&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-7911444515523395825?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7911444515523395825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/giving-back-to-giver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7911444515523395825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7911444515523395825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/giving-back-to-giver.html' title='Giving back to the Giver'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-5500291360348262652</id><published>2009-01-03T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:40:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we rekindle the flame? Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SV9ptVX9XMI/AAAAAAAAADA/-doaBmJudXI/s1600-h/flames.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287060715108916418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 62px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SV9ptVX9XMI/AAAAAAAAADA/-doaBmJudXI/s200/flames.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;As an African in the Diaspora, I get questioned a lot about when if ever I intend to return home. My answer in my first year abroad was just as soon as I completed my Masters and maybe worked for a year. That answer has since become a big question mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some months ago I had a conversation with some family members where I was accused of not liking Nigeria and I vehemently defended myself. If I am to have that conversation now, perhaps my defense of myself might not be so strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become accustomed to a way of life and to things ‘working’ that what was once a fiercely burning fire to develop and improve my country is fast becoming ebbing coals. Isn’t this true of many of us? It may even be the reason why often, our elected officials hardly do anything when they assume power. The fact is, it is harder to empathize or feel something as strongly when you are physically removed from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means is this a justification of our leaders, indeed they have failed and continue to fail us on several levels. Anyone who has ever been hungry for a considerable length of time would know that at that time, you remember those who have nothing to eat on a daily basis, images of hunger stricken children who could die of starvation may even flash in your head; but the moment you have eaten to your belly’s satisfaction those reflections and other such images fade away from your memory. This is what I believe happens to our leaders. They know that there are many plagues to get rid of they just are no longer that much afflicted and so things slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having said that, most of us grew up with the desire to make Nigeria a better place; some like me, even took up community development projects during the service year which earned them the State’s recognition and award. So many of us (home and abroad) love Nigeria and desire to see her fulfill her potential or at least provide her people with the basic human needs: constant supply of electricity and water, well maintained good roads and education. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2 will be posted next Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-5500291360348262652?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/5500291360348262652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/shall-we-rekindle-flame-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5500291360348262652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/5500291360348262652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/shall-we-rekindle-flame-part-1.html' title='Shall we rekindle the flame? Part 1'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SV9ptVX9XMI/AAAAAAAAADA/-doaBmJudXI/s72-c/flames.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-7886701874881399692</id><published>2009-01-02T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T05:34:34.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fun thing you can do this weekend @ no cost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SV9o2oaM1iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BUvlMtuDpNM/s1600-h/puddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287059775325787682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SV9o2oaM1iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BUvlMtuDpNM/s200/puddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SV9o2oaM1iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BUvlMtuDpNM/s1600-h/puddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; We can get so caught up in life that we forget to take a break from our routine activities even when it is obvious we need one. Other times when we do remember there are not many fun things we can do that do not involve spending. Well here’s one, do nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can be more fun than doing absolutely nothing? Well by nothing I mean nothing on your ‘to do’ list. Playing hookey has always been a fun thing to do hasn’t it? It is the reason people continue to skip classes in school and pull sickies at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day this weekend, how about you abandon the list and play hookey! Do any one of these things whilst you are at it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• Stay in your pyjamas&lt;br /&gt;• Don’t answer phone calls&lt;br /&gt;• Eat directly from the pot&lt;br /&gt;• Jump in a puddle&lt;br /&gt;• Scribble with a stick on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;• Have a hot-cold shower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these you relished doing as children. Well, I suggest you reconnect with that child still in you. It really doesn’t matter which of these you choose to do or not do just as long as you have fun. You will feel better for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-7886701874881399692?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7886701874881399692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-fun-thing-you-can-do-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7886701874881399692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/7886701874881399692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-fun-thing-you-can-do-this-weekend.html' title='One fun thing you can do this weekend @ no cost.'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SV9o2oaM1iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BUvlMtuDpNM/s72-c/puddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-1095394699896898684</id><published>2009-01-01T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:48:15.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you and where are you from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVzxqg8-6vI/AAAAAAAAACw/9rVwgUGH9xk/s1600-h/flags-world1024+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365775328635634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 61px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVzxqg8-6vI/AAAAAAAAACw/9rVwgUGH9xk/s200/flags-world1024+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this age of virtual what have you and globalization, the world has shrunk and enlarged all for the same reasons. People are now meeting people from all over the world and making friends with people living in countries they have never been and may never visit. Defining ourselves and identity has never been more complex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first encounter with globalization if I don’t count the Indian family in my secondary school, was as a student in Leicester. I was visiting two of my classmates at one of the Halls of residence when one of them said “Wow how much more global can we get?” There we were, the Nigerian, sitting with an American (whose Dad is Polish) and a Chinese eating fried plantain with chopsticks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I further grasped how this globalization affected people on personal levels when I would hear Asian and African looking people response in long winded sentences that began with “I am originally from…’ before they end it with “… but I was born here” when asked where they where from. Although, I also was born in UK, it never seemed right for me to make the ‘originally from’ sentence until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently live in the US and get asked a lot where I am from and I find that responding with a simple ‘Nigeria’ doesn’t suffice as people tend to assume that I had endured some sort of hardship in the process of getting here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, follow up questions often reveal that I have lived in UK and so it has become easier all round for me to say the ‘I am originally from….’ phrase. What I find amusing is the reaction I get when this information comes to light it’s almost as if right there I am transformed into a more interesting person and I get asked even more questions. That really cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how complex this whole concept of identity and defining ourselves has become fazes me. I can’t help thinking what phrase my Nigerian/British/American kids will coin when they are asked these questions in the not so far future. Perhaps then acronyms will be used and they might get away with saying NBA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes one wonder why there appears to be little if any shift in our mindsets as people despite the changes globalization has brought about or isn't &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;who we are and where we are from&lt;/span&gt; not so much about the Nation as it &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;is a product of our cultural and other experiences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-1095394699896898684?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1095394699896898684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-are-you-and-where-are-you-from.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/1095394699896898684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/1095394699896898684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-are-you-and-where-are-you-from.html' title='Who are you and where are you from?'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVzxqg8-6vI/AAAAAAAAACw/9rVwgUGH9xk/s72-c/flags-world1024+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-6397991559072399066</id><published>2008-12-31T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:04:05.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 30 Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVuy0GMBXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/9ToS9seX9KQ/s1600-h/RunningposterBW+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286015195733384546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVuy0GMBXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/9ToS9seX9KQ/s200/RunningposterBW+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I said in my previous post, I am challenging myself to post a newly written article a day on this blog for the next 30 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am interested in a range of subjects so I’ll be bringing you a variety of things on a daily basis (that is the spice of life right?). To make it easy to follow, below is a list of possible subject areas I will write about on each day of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mondays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Finances, saving or general home life tips/Career Cranking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesdays&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– How to…../on marriage and relationships/Did you know....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Wednesdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;– Personal Essays/ Motivational. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Thursdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Articles beginning with a quotation or on Identity/Race/Gender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Fun things you can do or dream about this weekend/relaxing/travel topics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Something about my Fatherland: Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sundays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Giving back to the Giver/ Gratitude/General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see you tomorrow as the countdown begins. Don't forget to leave your comments or tick a reaction box.(wink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Start small, start slow, whatever you do, just start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-6397991559072399066?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/6397991559072399066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-30-day-challenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6397991559072399066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/6397991559072399066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-30-day-challenge.html' title='My 30 Day Challenge'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVuy0GMBXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/9ToS9seX9KQ/s72-c/RunningposterBW+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699320894009143453.post-846139821211478605</id><published>2008-12-31T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:31:27.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just DO it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVusKFO9r_I/AAAAAAAAACI/VL7jcYyJb7M/s1600-h/work-at-sunrise+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286007876853018610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVusKFO9r_I/AAAAAAAAACI/VL7jcYyJb7M/s200/work-at-sunrise+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a sense of satisfaction that doing something brings which is seldom brought by anything else. Perhaps it is because as humans we measure our worth by our activity and achievements, simply put what we can or cannot do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It begins from the moment we are conceived; routine scans check to see that the growing foetus is doing all that it should be doing. When born, the baby takes its first test: the Apgar score another check on the art of doing and thus it continues into adulthood at which point we are hardly aware of it but we continue to relish the feeling we derive from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This desire to ‘do’ becomes even more heightened after we have trained in a particular field or discovered that we have been endowed with a talent or excel in one thing or the other. We often hone these skills and find ourselves driven by it to the extent that every record we set or surpass becomes our motivation to strive harder and do more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative people are worse for it because underneath this act of doing lies the fear that they will cease to exist if they are no longer capable of doing what it is they believe they were born to do. It is even worse when we fail to recognize other things we have achieved in the light of what we have not achieved. I should know after all for several years I was dissatisfied with just about everything else I accomplished because it wasn’t related to what I felt I ought to have been doing which is writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember I have always written. Back in my Secondary School, when I was placed in Science classes because my grades were good enough for that class, I remember going to speak with the authorities and insisting I be put back in the Arts Class (something that rarely happened). It was because like Gertrude Stein, ‘writing and reading to me is synonymous to life’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More than a decade later, I am not quite where I planned to be with my writing but I have come a long way from where I began. Perhaps the most important lessons I have learnt along the way is the importance of appreciating my non-writing related accomplishments whilst not giving up on writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can use learning to appreciate what we have now, those things we have been able to do and as for the dreams, talents or skills that have not yet been realized or are perhaps not being fully utilized, we should never give up on them rather we should continue to challenge ourselves and find new ways to overcome whatever obstacles may be in our way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For this reason, I have started this blog and I am challenging myself to post a newly written article a day on here for the next 30 days. That is sure to knock down obstacles like procrastination, hesitation and good old laziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In what ways can you also challenge yourself where that thing you want to do is concerned? How about you just &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2699320894009143453-846139821211478605?l=inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/846139821211478605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-do-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/846139821211478605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2699320894009143453/posts/default/846139821211478605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inscriptionsonline.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-do-it.html' title='Just DO it!'/><author><name>Ayodele Alofe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919508901255946484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVt_aSJQu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/dg3tgMV9pEY/S220/ayoblo+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMM9yYMkP_0/SVusKFO9r_I/AAAAAAAAACI/VL7jcYyJb7M/s72-c/work-at-sunrise+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
