Her Emotions❤️

 Chapter 1 My life has been evolved around Nigeria.  From music and movies. I loved Nigerians from snake girl movie and blood sisters.  I've watched other movies as well but those were the main movies that made me love Nigeria. My Playlist after matric was full of Nigerian music then one day I got an inbox on my Facebook from this cute black guy I checked his profile and and there was no way such person could text me  For what? To play me,yeah. Well, we started chatting and it was late around 9pm and we ended up exchanging contacts. He texted me on whatsapp and that moment we were chatting he was driving from airport ,To where?I don't, which airport?I don't know.  The guy looked very cute.A dark hunk man.He's the first Igwe I ever talked to.A descent, gentle,respectful and with great sense of humor.  The love is galore here.I'm not going anywhere.  We only met once and I already love him but he's not up for a relationship with me.  "Wtf" I gave y...

 “A place called here, is somewhere I don’t know very well. Here is the place between the past and the present. Here is the place where the memories are. But I don’t love them until later,  When I am looking for their pieces between the seats in my car On the way to the next I wish I knew more about here. I look far into tomorrow--far ahead in this flat desert Waiting for an echo back, and proof that there is something up there Something worth wearing myself out for.  But here I am in this desert Between two oases Thirsty, but not realizing that here is somewhere worth being Somewhere worth seeing I have lived my life climbing this rope Waiting for the top of this cliff And when I finally reach it,  I will miss the climb.” “A place called here” by NIGHTBIRDE RIP Jane 🤗 💧    Posted by: NIGHTBIRDE Family and Team

 “I am God’s downstairs neighbor, banging on the ceiling with a broomstick. I show up at His door every day. Sometimes with songs, sometimes with curses. Sometimes apologies, gifts, questions, demands. Sometimes I use my key under the mat to let myself in. Other times, I sulk outside until He opens the door to me Himself.  I have called Him a cheat and a liar, and I meant it. I have told Him I wanted to die, and I meant it. Tears have become the only prayer I know. Prayers roll over my nostrils and drip down my forearms. They fall to the ground as I reach for Him. These are the prayers I repeat night and day; sunrise, sunset. Call me bitter if you want to—that’s fair. Count me among the angry, the cynical, the offended, the hardened. But count me also among the friends of God. For I have seen Him in rare form. I have felt His exhale, laid in His shadow, squinted to read the message He wrote for me in the grout: “I’m sad too.”  If an explanation would help, He would write ...

 Do heavens treat you Like earth when you depart? Special place for queens  And kings in heaven? Or we're all gon'  Wear white clothes? No crowns? No majesty treatment? How is it like to die? They say rest in peace But you're an angel now You have to work overtime Look after the people You left behind That you loved And promised To die for them. Dead people don't rest in peace. They begin their restless journey Of looking after You and Me  To keep us away from evil spirits. There's no rest even after You stop breathing.

 Nomatter how much you fear death It is the only fear that We're assured we'll get over. Pity None of us on earth know The experience of death. Nomatter how much you can put Yourself in shoes of the dead You're not the one who's dead. None of living things Can ever know how it feels like To be dead. And maybe we're using the wrong term To define situation Of not breathing again Maybe these people we say they're dead They're not. Maybe they've just lost in a game called life And they're kept in a room -Heaven For those who played according To the creator of life game. But why is there hell? How can you give life to human being Then love it, And give it an evil heart so that It goes to hell!? So much confusion I pray and hope to tell you All about my death experience In the next life.

 If you quit No one will take over from where You've put a stop. This is your life. Do not crave for others success If you're not willing to put in work. Success is not an overnight progress. Of course you'll be tested along the way. More fails each day But do not seat back and lay down Keep going And carry discipline with you. You'll need it more than anything Though everything you need is God's guidence. Soldier on. Move on. Make you proud. You're all you've got.