<?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-8400650687344092529</id><updated>2011-12-21T12:07:52.247-08:00</updated><category term='revelations'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='poem'/><category term='from the heart'/><category term='journal'/><category term='the heart'/><category term='Love'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='poems'/><category term='stuff'/><title type='text'>CURVY'S HAVEN!</title><subtitle type='html'>Wealth of Inspiration from My Inside as Directed by Life and Its GIVER!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-8488322894760401904</id><published>2011-12-12T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:57:18.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, so much more to go...</title><content type='html'>Its been ages since i last wrote anything, it sucks though cos i really want to get back to that place of inspiration. Some fun stuff have been going on my life, for one i got into medical school and just got done with my first term, im so grateful. So in light of that, i moved to the UK for one year, its been over four months already, Phew! time sure flies, cos it was just yesterday when i had my friends escort me to the George Bush international airport onboard a BA flight enroute heathrow airport, London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i am now a nerd, studying is my life, almost don't have time to do the things i love to do, whats that again? see i cant even remember what i like any more...but on a lighter note: i am on holiday from tomorrow, home to Nigeria and a coupla days in Ghana as well.....i feel very blessed that i get to enjoy all of this and to also say i am in second term of medical school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jinx is broken, and now i have more time so i will be writting often....interesting topics coming soon. Cheerios y'all, plus countdown to Christmas....YAY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later my friends.....&lt;br /&gt;Selakobs:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-8488322894760401904?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/8488322894760401904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=8488322894760401904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/8488322894760401904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/8488322894760401904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-down-so-much-more-to-go.html' title='One down, so much more to go...'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-5830981986382084892</id><published>2011-04-24T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:50:38.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>The encounter at the tomb</title><content type='html'>The lamb of God he was&lt;br /&gt;broken but yet precious&lt;br /&gt;Soft spoken but his words brought life&lt;br /&gt;In love he died so we have life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in time just as he said&lt;br /&gt;with quakes and light he came&lt;br /&gt;shutters torn apart like in a frenzy&lt;br /&gt;Peace as promised brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize he paid through shame and pain&lt;br /&gt;inferior he became though superior he was&lt;br /&gt;his hands tied and pierced by nails&lt;br /&gt;our ransom paid through tears and praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts Hallelujah sing&lt;br /&gt;An echo of what his life was&lt;br /&gt;Today a thunderous roar we raise&lt;br /&gt;through the encounter at the tomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-5830981986382084892?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/5830981986382084892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=5830981986382084892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5830981986382084892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5830981986382084892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2011/04/encounter-at-tomb.html' title='The encounter at the tomb'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-4153456063720191255</id><published>2011-04-23T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:23:13.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blood that saves</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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his Ascension&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He is awake, his tomb empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Death gave him up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A reason to sing aloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He is risen, yes he is risen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The power of the New Testament revealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;By his death, access granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To the holy of holies we now enter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bloodlike tears the penance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-4153456063720191255?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/4153456063720191255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=4153456063720191255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4153456063720191255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4153456063720191255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2011/04/blood-that-saves.html' title='The Blood that saves'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-8666454537067664900</id><published>2011-02-14T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:52:11.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Choice or a Command?</title><content type='html'>So I wake up with Haddaway’s lyrics on my mind: “what is love? Baby don’t hurt me; don’t hurt me, no more”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could not help but ruminate on 1 Corinthians 13 and all the good stuff its postulates about love. I also found myself wincing at how much pettiness have been attributed and associated with this great verb as can be seen with its commercialization on February 14th. Love speaks volumes; it tells a story of selflessness, devotion and a commitment to a higher realm of expression that surpasses death. It is a place of total surrender to a command from God, who wasn’t shy about showing the extent of his love for us when he freely gave us his only Son to die, Yes to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a folk make sentiments and emotions synonymous with love, but Love transcends a feeling, its full display and disclosure is in our actions. Our brittle egos and prideful estates tell us we can’t show love until someone else shows it first, our corrupt society attaches parameters to the measure of love, when truly it’s the lust that guides and blinds our hearts that is been benchmarked; we miss out on the most grandiose and elating experience that our hearts and minds could ever fathom, because we are myopic in our view of life and its givings. Who are we that God is mindful of us, who are we that even in our distasteful states, he still cares and reaches out to us? The flowers, chocolates and diamonds are not significant enough to showcase this idiosyncrasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bask in the euphoria of a tit-for –tat attitude; we are excited at the tot of getting paid for our services: be it an act of kindness, a smile or sharing an encouraging word at work or on the subway. Our lives are cluttered with thoughts of the trinity of man (me, myself and I), when in reality our outlook should be about the next person; our neighbor. What is it that brings a smile to our face when we lay our bodies and minds to rest at the end of a busy and tiresome day? For me I think about my actions and how it affected the next person, I wonder about how much relieve I bring the distressed folk as I go about my daily routine. Love does not have to be calculated, it does not need to be wrapped in red nicely decorated boxes, it is in the words we speak, it’s the cry of our heart that reaches out to the poor in our neighborhoods, the prisoners who are locked up in tiny cells and barricaded from the life outside their surroundings, the children who don’t know what it feels to be loved and haven’t heard those words from the people they cherish most because they are either away at war or tucked away in asylums or crack houses due to the poor choices they made as a result of the environment they found themselves. Love is giving of ourselves in all totality, it is the chord that binds people of all creed and works of life, it is the sensitivity that gives to another in their distress. Love is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we celebrate our loved ones today, let that same mind which was in Christ be in us, propelling us unto good works that would bring about a change in societal ideals and the way we relate with and to other people. Share the love people, Happy Valentine’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a Big Smile from a cheerful heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seleipiri Iboroma Akobo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-8666454537067664900?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/8666454537067664900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=8666454537067664900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/8666454537067664900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/8666454537067664900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2011/02/choice-or-command.html' title='A Choice or a Command?'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-8565903056576292614</id><published>2010-07-20T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:52:18.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Your GOD?</title><content type='html'>I sit at work pondering over the events unfolding in my life the last couple of days and weeks, pretty disheartening and hurtful i must say, but in the midst of it all, all i have been able to say is: "Lord show me what route to take and where to go". I broke down on sunday in Gods presence with so many questions as to the reality of his purpose for my life and how I in my present state could achieve it all. I like moses had too many reasons to give why im not good enough and equipped for the task he has placed in front of me. Like Moses, Jacob,David and Saul, i have too many flaws:Anger and Pride being two of many. I was at a place were doubt overtook my ability to seek Gods face, or trust his ability to come through for me at his time.&lt;br /&gt;I waded through storms by his strength, but i was too stuck up in my head to remember to thank him for the little victories, cos thats how they seemed. My eyes were fixed on the "Big things"; they meant the world to me and would make me fulfilled and able to live my life and destiny as purposed by God, or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      However, i was in for a rude awakening, i felt the rug under my feet dessipating quicker than sand dunes in the desert. My gods, the things and persons that took my attention away from God, my tower of refuge and feeling of security and safety soon turned out to be my worst nghtmares. Reality struck, i was all by myself, in the cold i must say, circumstances changed so fast, i couldnt even catch my breath, i did not see it coming, i was blindsided, i was in a delusional state, my head hurt, my heart palpitated, the rush was so hard to handle i was dying in myself. I have suddenly become a recluse, a sadow of my former self. I have lost the ability to focus, anxiety and depression are the order of the day for me. I bask in the doldrums of darkness, a place of no return or so i thought at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       And then the light comes on, and shines through to the deepest core of my existence, i am once again reminded of the reason i am where i was, i had given up looking at God as my source of inspiration and strength and life. My focus was stayed on stuff, they became my god. But how could i give honor to mere things, to things who could not hear me nor come to my rescue when i needed them. They occupied Gods place in my life, thus not leaving room for God to attempt to help me. How do you fill an already filled vessel? The clutter existed and thus God could not come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall not worship them or serve them; for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God” (Exodus 20:4-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the LORD; that is my name! I will not give my glory to another or my praise to idols( Isaiah 42:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the realization came a resolve to change things, I had to declutter my life and let God in,I had to repent for bowing to the idols in my life and surrender afresh to Gods Sovereignty over my life. I learnt anew the consequencies of giving Gods glory to other gods. Now i turned a new leaf, i now am fully enjoying his presence where he and he alone is GOD, and im renewed with fresh oil, my countenance is full of vigor and my focus is returned. I no longer tread paths of confusion and terror but am sure of where i am knowing his thoughts for me are good to bring me to an expected end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people like me treaded this same path, they gave Gods own to other idols, they turned their face to other things and put their faith and belief in things that could have ruined them. But his grace is sufficient and he would take you back if only you ask for forgiveness and are willing to let go of them gods, and choose him today. So many people wonder in their hearts that they have probably gone too far for GOD to show them mercy but its his word: "As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us "(psalm 103:12). Its never too late to surrender to his lordship and make him GOD over your life.&lt;br /&gt;For me and for everything that i represent, Jehovah is my GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-8565903056576292614?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/8565903056576292614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=8565903056576292614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/8565903056576292614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/8565903056576292614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-is-your-god.html' title='Who is Your GOD?'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-4048349682796626337</id><published>2010-06-08T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:01:25.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>I work tirelessly&lt;br /&gt;My Head on the trail&lt;br /&gt;my attitude strung wirelessly&lt;br /&gt;never a break in transmission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes fixed on a goal&lt;br /&gt;Full control over my toil&lt;br /&gt;Mind, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Together, an insurmountable host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough as it may,&lt;br /&gt;My gumption ever reflecting&lt;br /&gt;My dreams illuminate the doubts&lt;br /&gt;Always standing encouraged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weakness dessipates&lt;br /&gt;focus returns, my sight re-fixed&lt;br /&gt;like an eagle I soar&lt;br /&gt;the resistance becomes my strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-4048349682796626337?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/4048349682796626337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=4048349682796626337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4048349682796626337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4048349682796626337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2010/06/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-6250912904774504154</id><published>2010-02-17T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:57:29.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice!</title><content type='html'>So Today is ash &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, a realization I came to when I saw my charge nurse emerge with this huge sign of the cross on her forehead. Time flies I thought to myself, remembering not so long ago when we celebrated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;( at least I remember seeing stuffed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs and bunnies at W&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;almart&lt;/span&gt; at this time last year). As I worked, I watched tons of staff and patients alike waltz through the halls of the hospital &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;donning&lt;/span&gt; this sign of the cross, a depiction of the suffering and pain that our Savior and Christ endured so we may be free and that we might Live. As I delved into the chaos and pressure that some days at work bring, I could not help but ponder on the weight of the season, to believers that is; a cognisance of a higher power, a pull towards the core of existence and the true definition of SACRIFICE.&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may, I could not resist the urge to voice out my thoughts, I had to ask:  "Ms G, what are u giving up for lent this year?" and her eyes shone like she had just been granted a visit with the president of the new world, and without quivering she said, "eating too much" and with an undertone she whispered, "coffee". Without thinking I replied and said, '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good for you at least you get to lose some weight', a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;misspeak&lt;/span&gt; on my part I agree but she took it in stride and was not angry or irked by my uneducated remark; The end to our short but meaningful conversation.&lt;br /&gt;As I continued through the day and on my drive back from work, my mind revved, the result being a download of the many opportunities I had had to make things right between me and God, the things I have taken for granted, the people and faces I have looked down on, the times I have scorned people and laughed at their efforts to make decisions that would heavily impact their lives, the many failures I have let bring me down, instead of serving as elevators to take me to my final destination.Likewise, on days such as this, I am reminded of the many times I have forgotten to be grateful for the things I think are my rights, even when they truly are privileges. I am brought back to face the reality that although it seems rosy right now for me, there are people questioning God's authenticity and his power over their lives because of the various crises they are facing. So why then does it seem so big a deal that we have to give up certain mundane stuff(especially eating meat, which for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meat lovers&lt;/span&gt; like myself is a biggie), when he himself gave his best so that we can be at rest knowing he has us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; above and beyond our wildest imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;We however should be awakened from our slumber and be made to understand that its not just in the things we give up that defines us, but in our relationship with God himself. We can join the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bandwagon&lt;/span&gt; of religion or be trendsetters and do things our way but without a true knowledge and understanding of who God truly is and the need to be willing to give up certain things for the greater good and progression of Gods kingdom, we are but a school of clueless fishes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt; in an environment where we have everything but are dying of dehydration and starvation. So welcome to an era where SACRIFICE seizes to be a painful experience, but becomes an act of WORSHIP and THANKS for the even GREATER GIFT that was given for our sake a very long t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ime&lt;/span&gt; ago.&lt;br /&gt;So for those who participate in lent and have decided to give up something, Godspeed and grace to you, and for those like me who do not practice length but believe in the significance and power of Easter, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; forget to stay connected to the source as we trust God for fresh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unction&lt;/span&gt; to not just learn to Sacrifice, but to be the SACRIFICED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-6250912904774504154?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-8782177916292129680</id><published>2009-10-28T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:31:48.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeled in</title><content type='html'>Wool over my eyes removed&lt;br /&gt;Heart hardened as stone&lt;br /&gt;Vascular blood congealed&lt;br /&gt;Chest tightened like a knot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review of time past&lt;br /&gt;Wasted or spent in essence&lt;br /&gt;The pounding of vessels in my head&lt;br /&gt;A conclusion difficult to be drawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken amiss&lt;br /&gt;Untruths told for ulterior motives&lt;br /&gt;Outlandish actions withheld by design&lt;br /&gt;Puzzling realizations unleashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unshed tears rising up like bile&lt;br /&gt;Anxious feelings begging to be free&lt;br /&gt;Anger at appearances of deceit&lt;br /&gt;An appeal made for peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unbridled resolve to abstain&lt;br /&gt;From utterances seemingly unending&lt;br /&gt;Questions resounding from within&lt;br /&gt;Alliances chosen with blood in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences are meant for elucidation&lt;br /&gt;Brooding a thing for weaklings&lt;br /&gt;Undulations a fact of life&lt;br /&gt;Bridging trust a thing for a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-8782177916292129680?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/8782177916292129680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=8782177916292129680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/8782177916292129680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/8782177916292129680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2009/10/reeled-in.html' title='Reeled in'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-7801145571319037942</id><published>2009-09-07T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:28:38.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhetoric</title><content type='html'>Feet cramped...&lt;br /&gt;Muscles stiff...&lt;br /&gt;Joints sore,&lt;br /&gt;Heavy hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension high&lt;br /&gt;Emotions wild&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken,&lt;br /&gt;Retorts made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach growls&lt;br /&gt;Hydrochloric acid spills&lt;br /&gt;Pangs unabating&lt;br /&gt;A bolus fiercely sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold snares,&lt;br /&gt;Biting deep,&lt;br /&gt;Unknown sceneries;&lt;br /&gt;The background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The backdrop; darkness&lt;br /&gt;Trees wave under duress&lt;br /&gt;Great winds activated&lt;br /&gt;Tropical storms unveiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The injury of pride,&lt;br /&gt;A painfully conjured image&lt;br /&gt;Home on the mind,&lt;br /&gt;A place of tranquility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-7801145571319037942?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-4888687875606468033</id><published>2009-08-24T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:43:17.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>They rage&lt;br /&gt;It's excruciating&lt;br /&gt;they burst&lt;br /&gt;I cant breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering...&lt;br /&gt;Vile thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Pondering...&lt;br /&gt;Im riled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back?&lt;br /&gt;No, Act...&lt;br /&gt;Dissappointed?&lt;br /&gt;Keep Striving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write...&lt;br /&gt;Take Stock&lt;br /&gt;Adjust...&lt;br /&gt;Keep FOCUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many faces:&lt;br /&gt;Gauntlet and Asperity,&lt;br /&gt;Strength Emanates&lt;br /&gt;The path to SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on...&lt;br /&gt;Let GO....Let GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing God,&lt;br /&gt;In one word: FAITH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-4888687875606468033?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/4888687875606468033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=4888687875606468033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4888687875606468033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4888687875606468033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-5203611575808118577</id><published>2009-04-30T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:21:01.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>Its a whirlwind&lt;br /&gt;A roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;A heartstring&lt;br /&gt;Its all a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness then happiness&lt;br /&gt;relief and contentment&lt;br /&gt;The lines streaked across the face&lt;br /&gt;A refelction of what was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sigh heaved out loud&lt;br /&gt;A recollection of the many opportunities&lt;br /&gt;SIghts unseen but yet existing&lt;br /&gt;The dawn of lifes many lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are reminded at the aurora&lt;br /&gt;A treaded maze, a thing called LIfE&lt;br /&gt;If only UTOPIA was a reality&lt;br /&gt;Then Doldrums and Languor our companions shall be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-5203611575808118577?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/5203611575808118577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=5203611575808118577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5203611575808118577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5203611575808118577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2009/04/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-7763643780758912726</id><published>2009-04-10T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:26:04.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Love, His Death, Our life!</title><content type='html'>He choose to die so we can live, he bled and bowed so that our rising could be heralded. He wasnt forced, but he knew he had destiny to fulfill and the reason he did was so we could have claim to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont always live like we should, we dont always say the right things, we are selfish beyond human comprehension but he never lets go of usOur every action he calculates, the making of an already soughted puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE is never fazed by out inconsiderate actions, neither is he moved by our obstinacy. He steers us in the right, paving the way for us with almost no effort.He desires that we do greater things than he did, and wants us to live our lives in pleasure and peace..our only Price: acquiescence and faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a time to reflect on the PRIZE...He wasnt compelled, but LOVE drove him to it.The upside of it all though is that in death, he bought life and in his resurrection, he sealed our future.Have a blessed Easter season and always focus on the reason we celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Peace.&lt;br /&gt;SISZA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-7763643780758912726?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/7763643780758912726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-639083679343898424</id><published>2009-02-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:36:12.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Love is a bug&lt;br /&gt;Just like the avian flu&lt;br /&gt;Creeps up on you&lt;br /&gt;It takes you unawares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms are sickening&lt;br /&gt;You wish for a script&lt;br /&gt;That can be purchased&lt;br /&gt;Measured in milligrams or in fluid ounces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder how and where&lt;br /&gt;You let yourself get caught&lt;br /&gt;How low could your immune system get?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was a mutation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You needed rescued by this feeling&lt;br /&gt;To know that you are truly human:&lt;br /&gt;A labyrinth of emotions and reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth however remains&lt;br /&gt;You have a choice to make&lt;br /&gt;To self-restrain or enjoy the ride into bliss or discontent:&lt;br /&gt;Your judgment the sole determinant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-639083679343898424?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/639083679343898424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=639083679343898424' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/639083679343898424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/639083679343898424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2009/02/luv.html' title='LUV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-2324868400106569691</id><published>2009-02-11T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:27:15.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Matrix of Successful People</title><content type='html'>Our inabilities stare in our faces&lt;br /&gt;Strangling our innate quest to succeed&lt;br /&gt;We let our frailties envelope us&lt;br /&gt;Our lives lived in self pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our strength is lost to insecurity&lt;br /&gt;Negativities are our constant musing&lt;br /&gt;We neglect our many capabilities;&lt;br /&gt;A pluviousity of achievement enhancing potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are failures, a constant lie we believe&lt;br /&gt;Or just maybe our make-up is short of being a maverick&lt;br /&gt;We can, no we cannot&lt;br /&gt;A constant struggle: our daily routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are survivors: our lexicon excludes impossibilities&lt;br /&gt;Our genotypes reflective of an untamed pedigree&lt;br /&gt;Our fragility encases our resilience&lt;br /&gt;The reason time and time again, still we rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our challenges are the bedrock of our resistance to extinction&lt;br /&gt;Our passion an upheaval of ignition&lt;br /&gt;Our immeasurable power: our greatest impediment&lt;br /&gt;Who are we not to succeed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-2324868400106569691?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-2412393022661727763</id><published>2008-11-12T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:27:17.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sufficiency of Love</title><content type='html'>Love celebrates than it suffocates&lt;br /&gt;It encourages strength that surpasses vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;It teaches sensitivity and compassion&lt;br /&gt;It adds spice to live and relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an embodiment of grace,&lt;br /&gt;Patience and goodness in action&lt;br /&gt;Does not signify weakness of person&lt;br /&gt;But reveals the beauty of the inner soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love generates an aura of peace&lt;br /&gt;Creates an atmosphere of praise&lt;br /&gt;Serves as a vehicle of worship&lt;br /&gt;It affords us a glimpse of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is love, and we are Gods’&lt;br /&gt;Love is thus embedded in the matrix of our being&lt;br /&gt;Our sole purpose for existence remains:&lt;br /&gt;To create a home away from home for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-2412393022661727763?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/2412393022661727763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=2412393022661727763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/2412393022661727763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/2412393022661727763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2008/11/sufficiency-of-love_12.html' title='The Sufficiency of Love'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-980729556665143885</id><published>2008-11-04T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:59:37.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We CAN and Yes we DID</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged in a while, but i could not have let today pass without saying nothing about it. I was up early this morning and got glued to my television at 8am. I knew Barack, my choice was going to Barack the votes, but i was still shaky and scared about what the true verdict would be.At the close of ballots in Indiana and Kentucky, i remember seeing 8 for Mccain and 3 for President Barack. I told myself to hang in there...I did. the President Barack kept racking in the elect. votes and i was so proud of him. Then i heard he clinched PA,NH,NYthen Ohio.. at that point i was rest assured that it was done. and then it 207/109 and then Mccain kept climbing while BO stayed still..i prayed, i shook, i wondered, wished......i had the shakes etc. and then California came in and it was done...I was part of history: the Very First BLACK PRESIDENT of the United States of America, 227 years later........is that a FIT OR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Join me as we welcome to the future the 44th President of the United States of America: PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-980729556665143885?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/980729556665143885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=980729556665143885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/980729556665143885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/980729556665143885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can-and-yes-we-did.html' title='Yes We CAN and Yes we DID'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-5763780926906514573</id><published>2008-10-01T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:22:37.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigerians For change</title><content type='html'>This is something i wrote in the spirit of independence for my Country Nigeria on the commemoration of her Independence(Oct 1st).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We desire an appraisal&lt;br /&gt;Of the past systems that be&lt;br /&gt;The many failures we have seen&lt;br /&gt;Our intrinsic Motivation Ignited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many parts working as one&lt;br /&gt;The Goal is To bring about change&lt;br /&gt;Forging through debris and clutter&lt;br /&gt;A ray of hope in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a people vowed to a new dawn&lt;br /&gt;Our voices and gifts our major weapons&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are tied to the plight of the majority&lt;br /&gt;A new NIgeria the reality of Change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-5763780926906514573?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/5763780926906514573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=5763780926906514573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5763780926906514573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5763780926906514573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2008/10/nigerians-for-change.html' title='Nigerians For change'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-4677275713142028184</id><published>2008-09-28T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:57:41.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back For Good</title><content type='html'>I have been gone for like eternity.Most of it was me getting back to were i first started and the other was me trying to reach out and listen for what i had to do next. I did move from Minnesota to Iowa for a while. Its been a journey worth taking. I can't say much right now, but i see God working through and in me and i sure have a lot to say but till then, I just want to scream from the roof-tops that GOD is good and he never ceases to be GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week all of you and please post something encouraging about what GOD has done for and through you to bless the life of people who would come on here.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and i am looking forward to everything that would go on here on Curvys haven.&lt;br /&gt;Grace and peace......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-4677275713142028184?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/4677275713142028184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=4677275713142028184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4677275713142028184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4677275713142028184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-for-good.html' title='Back For Good'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-5899204696894364132</id><published>2008-04-28T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T02:28:23.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For too long we have taken many things for granted. we hear the word go but we try not to go and when we are asked to stay then we want to go. We have been asked by GOD to TRUST HIM in all totality but many a times we fret and question his words concerning us. i have been through a very tough five months, i had to make decisions that would affect my life for good. most of these decisions hurt so bad, i felt like a whole chapter of my life was been closed and i wanted to beat my self for it. i cried for days, i couldnt even pray. my mind was a constant battle field. i had to make an effort to stay happy. each time i prayed, i felt GOD telling me it is well and that everything was as it was meant to be but offcourse i was too bent on looking at stuff in the physical hence it was hard to see the big picture at that point. Job offers turned down, and then school deferred for another year, a licensing exam failed, relationship in jeopardy..............it seemed like everything was caving in, i almost diid not ahve anything to wake up to, my family are miles and miles away and it just looked like i was treading this dark road all by myself and the dawn was not going to come. but i kept on trudging as GOD planted people at strategic positions in my life at strategic times.At first i was too involved with what i was going through that i didi not appreciate GOD nor these people for what they diid, but with time it became clear as to what role each of them had to play at the time. Thank GOD for a praying family too. i had to re write this exam that was standing in my way of getting a job, but i was so scared of failing. i had never really failed anything so it was hard to accept this one, and it felt like there was so much pressure on me to get it right this time, i wanted to get it right, i wanted to prove to my self that irrespective of what was going on that i was not a failure. i prayed and thanked and asked and worshipped............i did everything to secure a slot of success and i also studied but as the time drew nearer, i got more scared. That brings me to the real battle of the mind. Most of us are oblivious of the battles that go on in our minds. the devil is so corny and cunny at the same time. he knows just how to capture our minds and crumble our defences. its scriptures, As a man thinketh in his heart, so he is. the actual occurences of our physical man is an outright manifestation of our minds artistic capability. and the devil knows this so well so he camps in our minds, paralyses our positive thinking and leads us down the path of self destruction. we see ourselves as no bodys, failures, incapacitated persons, delinquents, irrepairable merchandise etc and hence we cannot strive to become something no matter how hard we try. our spirit man is detached from our soul(which has been poisoned by the devil)and our body is controlled by our malperforming mind. As a result, we see ourselves making a 360 degree turn for the worse going down a steep slope of progressive decline. At this point, no matter what word we recieve from GOD, our hearts are but soils of thorns and hard rock. we are so non-receptive and doubting thomas' that we in our subconcious call GOD a liar by not believing what he says concerning our situations. i for one had this battle going on for three weeks. i had to take this exam that i kept moving each time it came closer. i knew GOD wanted me to go ahead and take it, but i was bellowing in the defeat of my mind. all i saw each time i slept and awoke was failure, i recieved GODS word that i was the head and not the tail and that i was above only and not beneath and i thought i beleived him, but each time i had to prove that i believed him, i chickened out. it kept on like this until i had to make a conscious deliberate effort, at that point i threw it all on him and told him, if i failed this time, then he had to take the fall for it, not me.I went ahead and took the exam, but i still diid not stop doubting him. i did not sleep for three nights in a row but then when the results were in and i passed, i couldnt help but repent for even thinking about doubting GOD especially when he has sent his word to make all things beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;its not enough to believe GOD, but we have to put into actions our believe by living it and stop the devil from taking over our minds, making us less than we are suppose to be. So join me as we ask GOD for forgiveness with regards to our doubting his ability to seeing us through all hard times and going forth according to his word and not questioning his every word with our wordly rationales.Join the bandwagon and be a Godgetter and not just a go getter.&lt;br /&gt;Grace and peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-5899204696894364132?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/5899204696894364132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=5899204696894364132' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5899204696894364132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5899204696894364132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/11/lessons-from-past.html' title='lessons from the past'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-2074214706792096736</id><published>2008-03-17T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:30:09.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday note</title><content type='html'>I know i havent blogged in ages but oh wlel what can a sister do, when she has lost interest in the things she used to find pleasure in. A part of the stress we go through in life right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary though, its my birthday today so i have something to be thankful for. looking back at the last year, i can say off a truth that GOD loves me and has always come through for me. I had lots of decisions to make, some life changing and other career driving, but at every point, i saw a revelation that took me through it. I do not regret any decisions i made in the past and i would not trade the experiences for any other, cos i am way stronger than i ever was before i went through them. I appreciate GOD for all he has done and still is doing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my inside, with all gratitude, i say a big Thankyou to GOD and my family and friends for the prayers, the best wishes, the words of encouragement, he gifts............everything i recieved this last year and i pray that 2008 brings greater things than i ever envisaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Peace,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-2074214706792096736?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/2074214706792096736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=2074214706792096736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/2074214706792096736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/2074214706792096736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-note.html' title='Birthday note'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-4809674554728533924</id><published>2008-02-09T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T10:20:39.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electra</title><content type='html'>her name signifies fieriness&lt;br /&gt;her laughter has a rippling effect&lt;br /&gt;her zeal pushes through obstacles&lt;br /&gt;her naughtiness always makes me tickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doubts her prowess&lt;br /&gt;hidden deep within her being&lt;br /&gt;the way she does her thing&lt;br /&gt;gives me something to laugh about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gives me a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;And a person to argue with&lt;br /&gt;its hard to reach a compromise&lt;br /&gt;of where we would be on holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont love me she says&lt;br /&gt;you dont want to spend time with me she muses&lt;br /&gt;but deep down she knows i care&lt;br /&gt;cos i would walk a thousand miles for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one heck of a lady&lt;br /&gt;stronger than the status quo&lt;br /&gt;proud of whatever she does&lt;br /&gt;she strives to be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a friend that sticks closer than a brother&lt;br /&gt;out of her exudes grace and grandoisity&lt;br /&gt;yet humility is her footstool&lt;br /&gt;and a true VIRTUOSO she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-4809674554728533924?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/4809674554728533924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=4809674554728533924' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4809674554728533924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4809674554728533924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/11/electra.html' title='Electra'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-3965103906472647673</id><published>2008-01-19T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:01:53.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greater things</title><content type='html'>Its high time i said happy new year evn though the year is speeding way faster than one would have expected. Been so busy, not had time for me, hence my long absence from this beautiful world of blogging. Amidst my busy schedule, i have had time to think and talk to GOD about certain things this year would offer and i bet you i see a great year of glorious upliftment in every aspect of my life and for all my peeps that believe. For one he has given me strength to carry on even when i am weak. i cannot express how great he has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an idea, i want to know whats going on ion your lives so if you are reading this, post as a comment one great thing and better still your expectations for the year and together we can faith it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget, you can only experience what you can faithfully see......&lt;br /&gt;One love y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-3965103906472647673?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/3965103906472647673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=3965103906472647673' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/3965103906472647673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/3965103906472647673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2008/01/greater-things.html' title='Greater things'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-982096193809265284</id><published>2007-12-24T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:09:06.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Two Very Important People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This post is meant for the 25th but since i would be too busy to be online i figured i should put it up a lil earlier. so straddle yourselves and enjoy my lil christmas gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From being born some twenty something years ago, the 25th of december represents two big celebrations of life. One for a gift that remitts my spoiled image, irrespective of how damaged it may be and for all other believers, and the other for the one that brought me to earth(my mum). These people have impacted me with lots of great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jesus for one taught me to love irrespective of the state of my heart, he showed me a whole different level of reverence that i thought never existed, he teaches me the right path to walk and the way that would bring me to an expected end. and what more can i do but to be happy that i can share in the celebration of a very significant day as this. Most times around xmas i take time out to search my heart as to what gift i can give, last year i wrote him a poem and this year what to get or offer seems to elude me. well for the longest time i have been asking him to restore me back to himself so yea my heart once again to him is a good enough gift, dont y'all think so? well well well................... i actually diid another peom for him this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrappings of gifts with high price tags&lt;br /&gt;fragrances and designer names that come with them&lt;br /&gt;huge credit card bills after the season&lt;br /&gt;a cliche for what the season has become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;commercialisation is the order of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;the colors obviously green and red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ferrero rochers and scandinivian nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;highlights every dinner table around the block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken and turned into cards&lt;br /&gt;poetry written about the beauty of the season&lt;br /&gt;stamps on envelopes in various shapes and colors&lt;br /&gt;accompanying messages of glad tidings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i may try so hard to get one across to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but how exactly can that be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but from a heart of pureness and truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in sincerity i come led by the northern star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is poured out in reverence&lt;br /&gt;My pride bowed in obeisance to your deity&lt;br /&gt;My being acknowledging your superiority&lt;br /&gt;My soul responding to your humility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Its another time to say happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;even though you're grown but yet celebrating&lt;br /&gt;another chance at a better life for someone&lt;br /&gt;cos sometime in over two milleniums you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy Birthday lord Jesus, Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then to my best friend, one from whose mouth flows wisdom as from a virtuous woman, she taught me the first things i kow about christ. she worked hard at making me the young woman i see myself becoming each new day, she opened my heart to accepting the things i cannot change but yet coming out of it with memories that would last me a lifetime. i love you mum and even though i dont get to spend this xmas and birthday with you, i know that this year would be greater than you ahve ever experienced. thanks for loving me, biobele,josiah,esther,deborah and tamk. thanks for being a wife,sister, partner and lover to our dad.I would not trade you for nuin cos u have undoubtedly shown the beauty that reside on ur inside. i love ya ma and on another birthday i want to scream a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to YOU MII. Love ya tonnes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to errone of my family, friends, acquaintances and blogville fam. this is to you a wonderful season of joy and kindness. may teh reason for the season dwell in ur hearts granting you a reason to smile and be happy cos its all about the love people. so spread the goodnews and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all that believe and happy holidays to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Grace and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-982096193809265284?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/982096193809265284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=982096193809265284' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/982096193809265284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/982096193809265284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-important-people.html' title='To Two Very Important People'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-6860560472716233902</id><published>2007-12-08T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T14:39:50.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Weird Things Bout Moi</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; dont know that i can actually say i am weird, rather i would say i am unique you know and some of these things make me even more Unique.cos i am TOO VINTAGE FOR DESIGNERS......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I dance anywhere i hear music.my mum used to wonder what it was about. its so bad that i might be walking down the street and i hear this music i like and im in a world of my own, rocking to the beat and stuff. the other day i went to bebe in the mall of america and i got jiggy with it and the ladies there stopped what they were doing and were looking and i was so oblivious of it until i looked up at the mirrow and noticed some stares .........lol and i was wishing that errone else would join me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rice. i was just reading this thing about how much sugar you get from rice and how much similarities exist between white rice and brown rice. to think i was killing myself with that tastelessness and awkward consistensy of the brown rice thinking it was better than white rice. and hey we medicos i wonder why we dont know much about what we eat.....lol dont even mind me. any ways, i cannot stay a day without tasting rice its that bad. somebody please pray for me. its an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me like looking at me in the mirror. me friends think im too vain cos of that. im not i just like the reflection i see in the mirror. and i feel like whatever the mirrior tells me is true. peeps would lie to you about what ure wearing, how your hair looks and how much weight you gained form lack of activity. But my friend mr whiteglass(mirror) never lies he tells me even if i dont want to hear it. its funny cos yesterday while at work i went into one of my patients room and was talking to her but all the while my eyes were fixed on me thru mr whiteglass and she said i like it wen u come in here and look at your self in the mirror.............does that sound weird? i figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone and computer are like my life......something about that statement does not sound right. well im so addicted to my phone and laptop that i feel like i am done without them. i would drive back 40 minutes to pick up my cell fone if i figure i left it at home. and i deprive my self much needed sleep and rest just to be in contact with my beloved mr black and rimaz crew( the names for my phone and my laptop): can you imagine they even have names. i thought i told you i was weird?.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I love to sing. every and anything i hear even when i dont know the lyrics. and its worse when my voice gets croaky from the effects of negative degree weather. those in canada and minnesota know what i am talking about....lol. okay anyone with such a voice should shut up right but sele has gat to sing. its her love and then she tries and she doesnt hear nuin but mr whiteglass breaking .............lol. i cant keep count of how many ive had to replace over the years but oh well. a gurls gotta do what a girls gotta do.........lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to my self alot. like holding a whole converstaion with meself. it happens most when i am having to make a decison that is stumping me. i take long walks and talk to myself like im having a conference with other people. i ask questions and i get answers. sometimes our answers lie within but we are too shallow to reach it and desperate times call for desperate measures. so i do that alot to help me make decisons and to also help me destress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I love disney channel and lifetime tv too much. peeps would expect me to watch bet and vh1 and all that good stuff but i would rather be watching animated stuff. plus sound of music is the best movie ever made. i would watch that movie three times a day and never get tired of it. plus i love older songs and movies than all these things they release now and call it music and movies....whew.now i got that out of my chest it feels way better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag tuch, allied,nilla, mack and any other three bloggers to talk about the weirdness that resides inside of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-6860560472716233902?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/6860560472716233902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=6860560472716233902' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/6860560472716233902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/6860560472716233902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/12/seven-weird-things-bout-moi.html' title='Seven Weird Things Bout Moi'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-859225970335484490</id><published>2007-12-03T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:41:56.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the heart'/><title type='text'>GO FOR IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;What i want to be is who GOD wants me to be. my desire to be that hurts so much that i feel sick. every day questions abound in my heart, what other way could i have tread but this one. What other route would have taken me to the purpose of GOD for my life. i wouldn't Say i haven't strayed and i would not say mercy and grace haven't been there for me, but each time i look back , all i see is GOD, his Love, his Arms, his Smile, his Favor; everything about him encompasses my daily life. He drives my passion, he drives my needs, he drives my very being. Amidst the turmoil and turbulence that i feel, i see direction, i see a path, i see everything taking shape......and its all cos of HIM. i cant say he has not been good cos my life is a testimony of how great he is and always will be. My life is on course,even though it may not seem like it . i see him shining his face on me telling me "hold on, don't let go. it is i who have called you from your mothers womb, it is i who has given you every dream and aspiration". " it is i who has made everything they were they are, better than they would have been. So just hang in there". Don't fret and be discouraged. don't think about what the world would say about you. Don't worry yourself about the daily vices, let your heart be fixed on more important things- the things of the spirit, the things that give you life. let your days be spent living a purpose filled life. let your years be focused around the things that make you you(GOD n his Purpose). let your goal be driven by his will and purpose.let everything you live for be what he wants them to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Focus on the things above , on thing that are immaterial, on the things that transcend human calculation. the things men cannot take from you even when they try so hard. But focus on GODS undying and never decomposing love. focus on the word that became flesh. dwell on the powerful and all knowing intelligence(power) of GOD. center your self around the indefatigable spirit that comforts and guides, even when we are not receptive. reflect on the positivity of the situation at hand, cos they only make you stronger. God never gives us more than we can bear, he never carves out a destiny we cannot fulfill, he never gives us shoes we cannot fill. he has written the pages of our lives as he knows us to be able to live it. he never goes wrong on his word. So then hang in there and never let go of life. Live, cos in him, we gat ALL things; life, peace, wealth, prosperity, self actualization etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-859225970335484490?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/859225970335484490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=859225970335484490' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/859225970335484490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/859225970335484490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/11/go-for-it.html' title='GO FOR IT'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-5945639567533176200</id><published>2007-11-26T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:14:47.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith As A Vessel To Recieve</title><content type='html'>We could go on and on talking about the concept of faith but the truth is, we cannot overemphasize its importance.&lt;br /&gt;You can agree with me that most times we are as strong as whatver we might be facing at the time, cos we can only talk about it if we come through it standing. that is when we can truly say we faithed that situation and yea we came out strong. i am a testimony that faith works and talking about it, stirs something inside of me ,simply put, my heart is leaping out for joy at the mention of been able to believe irrespective of where i am and what i am faced with.&lt;br /&gt;Faith transcends just pleasing God, which is a very important aspect of our lives and duty for us to uphold as humans. The power of faith also releases our blessings from GODS throne. sometimes we sit down in whatever situation we find ourselves. we grovel and shudder and go through so many different forms of reverence in other that we may recieve, but truth is without faith, we might as well get a mattress and chill cos that situation is there to stay.&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite verses of scripture, heb 11:11 helps me thru anything i call a situation.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now sarah even though she had passed her time to concieve ,was able to have a child because she judged him faithful who had promised&lt;/span&gt;".Sarahs' faith manifested in her being able to be a vessel that produced a child nine months later. she too in the books of mothers was reckoned at age 90 cos she believed. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We look too much at our physical embodiments and we tend to dwell on our abilities. the truth remains that when GOD says a thing, he automaticlaly puts into action a plan to bring it to pass. so when he has spoken concerning us, he is already working on it to make sure we get that job, that admission, that citizenship that money we need for tuition, the money for a new car and that apartment that seems elusive........the list is endless but we have to do something to unlock these good things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Faiths enables us recieve from God and our ability to receive, determines how much God will give us....."hence our Faith is our vessel to recieving from God, our currency with which we get stuff from GOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;most of us think we can recah out for faith whenever we find ourselves in positions where we would need it, but like it is in scripture, "&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the just shall live by faith&lt;/span&gt;", faith is a condiment of day to day living.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If your faith cannot carry it, your life cannot experience it&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and like deutronomy 8:18 puts it,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Believe(have Faith) in the Lord your God, so shall ye be established&lt;/span&gt;". what more can a person ask of God when he already established you, the truth is nothing, cos you would have had everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Faith has no substitute in the realm of the spirit, so put on your armour of faith and recieve of GOD even as you please him in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;Grace and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-5945639567533176200?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/5945639567533176200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=5945639567533176200' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5945639567533176200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5945639567533176200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/11/faith-as-vessel-to-recieve.html' title='Faith As A Vessel To Recieve'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-4617708191667974032</id><published>2007-11-25T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:17:18.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying No to Violence against women and children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6nh5h-ByC4/R0oQf3f7b6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EwnFs9J5qoM/s1600-h/VIOLENCE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136936464629329826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6nh5h-ByC4/R0oQf3f7b6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EwnFs9J5qoM/s320/VIOLENCE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today November the 25th is a day set aside to acknowledge the ills done against women and children around the world. many people are apt to take this forgranted but women are hurt each second of the minute some sexually and other both physically and emotionally. But the truth is we al have families, friends and acquaintances who might just be unlucky victims and be part of the growing number. Thus we need to take a stand and join these people to RAISE OUR VOICE against Violence Against Women and Children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-4617708191667974032?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/4617708191667974032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=4617708191667974032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4617708191667974032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/4617708191667974032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/11/saying-no-to-violence-against-women-and.html' title='Saying No to Violence against women and children'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6nh5h-ByC4/R0oQf3f7b6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EwnFs9J5qoM/s72-c/VIOLENCE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-1390686845887974874</id><published>2007-11-21T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:02:22.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the heart'/><title type='text'>The ATTITUDE of Giving Thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6nh5h-ByC4/R0TRj3f7b4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eKzXItQ_5Jc/s1600-h/giving+thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135459889232703362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6nh5h-ByC4/R0TRj3f7b4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eKzXItQ_5Jc/s320/giving+thanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Im home sitting in front of the computer and watching tv at the same time while thinking about the many reasons i need to be thankful and then it dawns on me that there exist thousand and one things that GOD has down and even if i try, i would not be able to fully express mii gratitude for all he has done, but in my lil way.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If i had words as.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wide as the desertland of Saudi Arabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As deep as the deepening effect of global warming on our oceans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;High as the commulative zeniths of the alps and kilimanjaro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i would have used them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If i had money..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As clean as spring Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As pure as Chastity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As uncountable as Abrahams assignment(the stars),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i would have offered it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If i had daisies.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As curt as nice words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As scenty as the mingling of alamander and roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As blemishless as a young lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would have given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But all these i do not have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;To express my fondest thoughts and gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;to SOMEONE so KIND and WORTH it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;As you ahve shown in your Actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For salvation and ability to visit with you,&lt;br /&gt;For a FAMILY so loving and endearing&lt;br /&gt;For friends and other abezrites&lt;br /&gt;All i want to say is thank You Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the times you kept calling me back&lt;br /&gt;For the healing of my spirit, mind and body&lt;br /&gt;For an opportunity to be resourceful&lt;br /&gt;All i want to say is thank you lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a job i did not thank you for&lt;br /&gt;for dreams that would never perish&lt;br /&gt;For the hurts you kept me from&lt;br /&gt;ALL i want to say is thank you lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;That i was sent back from flamingo airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On the continental 1860 flight on 09/01/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But then you let me back into houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;with a visa expired for over three years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;lord you saw my substance, and have continually led me in the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You have made me a testimony in the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You never failed to encourage my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Cos each day your mercies become new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You stir GREATNESS within the confines of my being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My strength is renewed with each challenge i am faced with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The horrendous tumults only came to make me stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My joy came at the break of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Even when i cried and wept for fear that you were far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and my daily routine done in a pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My heart sought solace in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and you came just at the niche of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I ponder and wonder at who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the fact that you never LET ME GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And at a time such as this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BOWING IN OBEISANCE, LORD I SAY THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-1390686845887974874?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/1390686845887974874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=1390686845887974874' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/1390686845887974874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/1390686845887974874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/11/attitude-of-giving-thanks.html' title='The ATTITUDE of Giving Thanks.'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6nh5h-ByC4/R0TRj3f7b4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eKzXItQ_5Jc/s72-c/giving+thanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-1782389208599265189</id><published>2007-11-10T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:02:18.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its dark</title><content type='html'>Tires Screeching,&lt;br /&gt;Metals clanging,&lt;br /&gt;engines idling,&lt;br /&gt;curses and prayers resounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bags and pockets reached&lt;br /&gt;cellphones and data packs retrieved&lt;br /&gt;calls are made from across town&lt;br /&gt;answers very swift and rapid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirens blaring in response&lt;br /&gt;gurnets and drip pumps rushed out&lt;br /&gt;pulses taken and compressions done&lt;br /&gt;fluids rushed into blood vessels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triages done at the dock&lt;br /&gt;straps loosened and assessments done&lt;br /&gt;diagnosis made by those assigned&lt;br /&gt;tears and sorrows may abound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of good and not of evil&lt;br /&gt;many at the chapel or wherever they believe&lt;br /&gt;songs of praises song in anticipation&lt;br /&gt;of the best that could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i personally do not like how gloomy this is. so if you read this pray that the best comes out of it. not the worse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-1782389208599265189?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/1782389208599265189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=1782389208599265189' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/1782389208599265189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/1782389208599265189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-dark.html' title='its dark'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-2283632803890119154</id><published>2007-10-28T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:04:10.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am wonderfully, purposefully, fearfully and conscientiously made. my life has been written and planned by GOD. i am my name," A chosen One". i have been called by GOD. my thirst is quenched by GOD and parched fields watered. GODs spirit is upon my descendants and my children are blessed. Gods purpose has already been procliamed and i am a withness that GOD lives and that i can face tomorrow. My lines are fallen in pleasant places, lo i have a goodly heritage. He has it all figured out. i just ahve to follow cos " I AM A CHOSEN ONE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Have you ever wondered why your are you? ever pondered the things that you cnat understand? Ever analysed the happenings around you? Well, all these things are GODs own plan for your life. His love for you surpasses anything you can think.You were not created for situations, situations were created for for you. your mind tries to fathom happenings around, tangibility seems to be attached to everything, but the truth is: certain things are GODS design to prove his love and care towards us. As untoward as that may sound, the brick walls just wnat to test how badly we truly want what we say we want. hurdles are there to break the mediocre and grant the price to the perseverer, the one that goes for it and dares to be different.For me, i am GODS favored and loved. i am his favorite child, i am Gods focus. He made me, not by accident, but because he had a purpose for my life. One that the nations would celebrate. my hands would create peace, health and happiness for the world. My Heart would bring life to people. I would be a difference and make a difference in this world. "He made me for a reason and my life has profound meaning". irrespective of what we may think, everything he has done so far, is to benefit us and bring us to an expected end. His thoughts for us are thoughts of good and perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And in turn may our hearts say this to him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Lord may you be my focus point just as i am your focus. may my life never seize to bring you Joy. may i never drift away from your Grace and Mercy". I Love you lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-2283632803890119154?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/2283632803890119154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=2283632803890119154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/2283632803890119154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/2283632803890119154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-meant-to-be.html' title='I was meant to be'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-1483562028938316177</id><published>2007-10-27T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:03:51.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the heart'/><title type='text'>All about Him</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we get carried away by the stuff around us. we get engrossed in "our" abilities and we think its all about what we do, how we do it,to or for whom we do it and who we know. But the reality of it all is that If &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GOD is not in it,then we are headed for disaster. it is all about what he directs and commands that we do,the way he says it. Sometimes, we tend to go so fast and we dont listen for his voice but the truth remains that if he has not given his blessing,then we may as well not delve into it cos it might have us devastated. Sometimes he stops us cos he has our lives written, so he noes what we need wen we need it. He makes all things beautiful in his time."ITS" all about "HIM".Before we were born he knew us and his purpose for our lives are hidden in his word concerning us. all we need to do is take hold of his words and live our lives knowing that he gat our backs.His purpose dates back to a long time so he knows that we sometimes may think: " oh he doesnt understand", but the truth is he "Really Does". some obstacles are meant to make us even better, so we can come out of it all "On Top", with our heads held high.&lt;br /&gt;'No eye has seen, nor ears heard or thoughts ever imagined what GOD has prepared for US, his Kids that Love HIM.&lt;br /&gt;So as we go on living each day like we got it figured out, we should try having it at teh back of our minds that wkaing up, was and is a luxury that he gave us . so we need to acknowledge the fact that he would not afford us that if he would'nt see us through it.&lt;br /&gt;Its all done in love people, its with much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-1483562028938316177?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/1483562028938316177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=1483562028938316177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/1483562028938316177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/1483562028938316177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-about-him.html' title='All about Him'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-3128216012971274014</id><published>2007-10-23T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:35:30.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the heart'/><title type='text'>the prize of royalty</title><content type='html'>The pain sometimes tugs at our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than just the superficial&lt;br /&gt;The knowing that our pride cannot redeem&lt;br /&gt;Ourselfs' from our straying actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question why is so loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes its more rhetorical than literal&lt;br /&gt;The very answer lies within us&lt;br /&gt;From years of evolution still evolving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always nice to be on top&lt;br /&gt;But hurts when we have to bow&lt;br /&gt;To things that go beyond our reasoning&lt;br /&gt;We hardly could tell them from reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life takes different turns&lt;br /&gt;Some more elating than deflating&lt;br /&gt;The true lessons takes a while to be learnt&lt;br /&gt;The mundane but bitter truth be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh life is beautiful and great&lt;br /&gt;So much more than the present can reveal&lt;br /&gt;Joys of bliss yet to be found&lt;br /&gt;A life of fullness gruefully sought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-3128216012971274014?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/3128216012971274014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=3128216012971274014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/3128216012971274014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/3128216012971274014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/10/prize-of-royalty.html' title='the prize of royalty'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-5992232266122935638</id><published>2007-10-13T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:11:03.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy Said No</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Was home chilling like errone does on a weekend. diid not have any thing to do other than study for an exam slated for the 22nd, i hope this is the last i get to write that exam(it will be in Jesus Name..AMEN). and i strolled into my room and did some singing along. just kept singing along with my ares playlist. each song i sang, had its own meaning and ministered to me, i was getting on my knees, only imagining what it would be like to be standing face to face with GOD and knowing that my redeemer lives......and as i was listening i knew that only GOD and he alone takes care of our fragile hearts. I am no saint, i have had to question GODS love for me many times. some times i ask him why he doesnt give up on me, especially when i think about the many things i do, and how i forget to appreciate his grace over my life and how i run away from the ministry he has given me.amidst all that he stilll cares. his grace and mercy remains and he deals with me in love, thats why when i get on my knees all i feel is love and power. i can hate that he loves me so, but one thing im sure of, is that he would never give up on me. join me and thank him for he never gives up on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;grace and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-5992232266122935638?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/5992232266122935638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=5992232266122935638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5992232266122935638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5992232266122935638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/10/mercy-said-no.html' title='Mercy Said No'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-6658362350773192463</id><published>2007-10-08T03:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T04:05:17.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of numbers</title><content type='html'>Time flies by when we dont ahve nothing to do. we sit indoors wondering about our next move and then it hits, just maybe we were menat to be where we are. just maybe its part of a divine plan that we be where we are. For a while all i ahve done is find reasons not to be happy, all i do is ask questions i already have answers to. if he brought us to it, he would take us through it. i bet i have heard that over a thousand timnes and its one of my favorite phrases, so why cnat i take heed to that now when i truly need it. pain is almost a constant comapanion these days. my once dashing smile seems scarser than fuel in NIGERIA. Its been so hard to sit still and think of all the many plans i had and that seem to be changing concomitantly with the IMMIGRATION LAWS in the US. basically i wish GOD was standing before me telling me just what i wnat to hear, but then i know i have herad that small stil voice overe and over again, telling me just how much he has me taken care of in his own plan and purpose. he tells me how everything that happens in my life has been specially orchestrated by him for my sole good. sometimes i feel like i am selfish and other times i feel justified at my anger at GOD and the world. but then reality strikes and as i read Jaycees post on lifting up bloody hands and some otehr stuff, it occurs to me that his word had been confirmed over and over again, but i am so dogged and am slefish and unheeding and all i want to do is listen to my orgulous self. i dont know if i am making sense but sometimes the so called negative things may just be our lever of elevation. we need the valley experience to stay prudently when we get to the mountain top. so just maybe sometimes we would make greater leeway if we would stop complaining and actually do what we have been asked to do.so sometimes we need to listen to teh birds chirping, the winds gustling by our windows and the rain drumming on our window panes cos jus maybe those are answers to our many prayers. So hop on the bandwagon, let go of your pain and anguish, and live life to the fullest, it might be all you gat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-6658362350773192463?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/6658362350773192463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=6658362350773192463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/6658362350773192463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/6658362350773192463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/10/beauty-of-numbers.html' title='Beauty of numbers'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-5598797948124407237</id><published>2007-10-08T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T03:46:54.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revelations'/><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>speaker A&lt;br /&gt;I want to run&lt;br /&gt;As far as i can&lt;br /&gt;from the voices i hear&lt;br /&gt;the right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaker B&lt;br /&gt;is that all u can do&lt;br /&gt;to retreat in cowardice&lt;br /&gt;and run from yourself&lt;br /&gt;to a land of demise and scum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaker A&lt;br /&gt;My dreams seem thwarted&lt;br /&gt;i long for peace and rest&lt;br /&gt;thousands of questions abound&lt;br /&gt;exactly how far can i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaker B&lt;br /&gt;You can go just as afr as you want&lt;br /&gt;your strength lies within&lt;br /&gt;use it as you please&lt;br /&gt;for good or bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaker A&lt;br /&gt;thats not much much help&lt;br /&gt;i want a plan, a way out&lt;br /&gt;a blueprint of revelations&lt;br /&gt;a lodestone to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaker B&lt;br /&gt;you have that already&lt;br /&gt;the smile that creases your face&lt;br /&gt;the shimmer in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you gat hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaker A&lt;br /&gt;i know i have hope&lt;br /&gt;the paradoxical movements i feel&lt;br /&gt;the flickering of my lashes&lt;br /&gt;thats hope right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaker B&lt;br /&gt;laugh it out dude&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the sights of autumn&lt;br /&gt;the chills are inevitable&lt;br /&gt;its part of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life deals us blows&lt;br /&gt;all we need do is rise and flow&lt;br /&gt;believing in our soul&lt;br /&gt;the power to restore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-5598797948124407237?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/5598797948124407237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=5598797948124407237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5598797948124407237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/5598797948124407237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/10/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-2380604254492484702</id><published>2007-08-19T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:57:19.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Back for good!!!!</title><content type='html'>someone left me a message asking me to update my blog that it been four months, never knew time have flewn by so fast and lotta stuff has happened in the time past. for the people that used to read my blog, i do apologise for been gone, it would not happen cos there are lots to talk about as the day goes by and i see my life unfolding in teh direction that GOD wants and has destined it to go. i do am very greatful for many things. it would be me going back in time andtelling all that has happened and still is happening, thanks for reading my blogs i do appreciate it and would make your time worth the while,&lt;br /&gt;grace and peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-2380604254492484702?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/2380604254492484702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=2380604254492484702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/2380604254492484702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/2380604254492484702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-for-good.html' title='Back for good!!!!'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-3108368994129016482</id><published>2007-03-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:03:07.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Web are humans and as such we have certain attributes that are undeniably present even though we try to subdue them sometimes. it takes years to know people and to build relationships with them. we sometimes are in oblivion as to how well we know these people or better still how far they have seeped into our beings. now the hard part would be to say goodbye when reality hits and they have to go, not like its bad, but then the thought of realligning your way of life and changing certain things about you that already was present just makes it all teh more difficult. i may not be making sence, but i feel like the unemotional person that i am can actually show emotions at this point in time when someone dear to be is gonna be gone a while, who am i kidding, it might actually be the last time i get to spend a weekend with the person for a pretty long time. what can i do but to pray that the future comes with many goodness for us all and that i can actually live knowing that the person is okay and having what they have desired for a pretty long time. peace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-3108368994129016482?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/3108368994129016482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=3108368994129016482' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/3108368994129016482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/3108368994129016482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/03/overwhelmed.html' title='overwhelmed'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-6959293720380395674</id><published>2007-03-03T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:50:45.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Pressures</title><content type='html'>Shrugs at our shoulders&lt;br /&gt;tugs at our hearts&lt;br /&gt;compromises we made&lt;br /&gt;trying to fit a facade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are hard to make&lt;br /&gt;to bite or not to taste&lt;br /&gt;to wait or just give in&lt;br /&gt;the bitter sweet truth be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pace and race in riverie&lt;br /&gt;my ego and superego in rivalry&lt;br /&gt;a tug of war-a balance not yet struck&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons from long ago&lt;br /&gt;gifts are meant to be preserved&lt;br /&gt;till its ripe to be upheld in full&lt;br /&gt;the beauty and quality still assured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a societal  epidemic&lt;br /&gt;a fad but yet devastating&lt;br /&gt;paths are tread with cher regrets&lt;br /&gt;hopes that lines are pleasantly drawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-6959293720380395674?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/6959293720380395674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=6959293720380395674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/6959293720380395674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/6959293720380395674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/03/pressures.html' title='Pressures'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-1982754108778104945</id><published>2007-02-15T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:56:08.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>EA</title><content type='html'>Friends forever she said we are&lt;br /&gt;but then i said i miss ya much&lt;br /&gt;in answer she said its hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;cos its been s log since we last talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so a popular saying goes&lt;br /&gt;but its effects on people cannot be undermined&lt;br /&gt;oceans and elevations stand as a barrier&lt;br /&gt;keeping people from seeing eachother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was i to know how u felt?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a sorcerer at the very least&lt;br /&gt;feelings are known only if spoken of&lt;br /&gt;and this one a little difficult to detect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misconceptions about my personality&lt;br /&gt;am in a snort or am i an extrovert&lt;br /&gt;too loud for comfort or just as should be&lt;br /&gt;its not my fault that i am "liked by many"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i cant deny the vacuum i feel&lt;br /&gt;of loosing one so dear and special&lt;br /&gt;years gone by and al so fast&lt;br /&gt;wishing that things could be as they once were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-1982754108778104945?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/1982754108778104945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=1982754108778104945' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/1982754108778104945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/1982754108778104945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/02/ea.html' title='EA'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-3061309724717750838</id><published>2007-01-26T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:33:59.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Cant tell it all</title><content type='html'>yesterday was just like everyother. went to bed at 3am when i have a class at 9 its a bad habit i need to stop, still working on it. went about my business, gave credit to whom it was due and headed for class cursing at the cold weather and wishing i didnt ahve to wince in pain from the cold stumping against my sides and chest. i slipped and almost fell like three times before i got into class. im in class and its all nice and dandy cos thank goodness i dont ahve to leave the building till 4pm so i dont ahve to risk getting back into the cold. well my fone rang while i wa sin class and it was some person who was looking for a place to stay. it so happened that i had been without a roomamte for two months and i have been footing teh bills all the while and for a person with no job, it comes at a bigger price than i am willing to pay. yes i get to live in peace and without interference from no body but then on the other ahnd i lack the wherewithal to live like that just yet. i walked out into the cold went tup to meet this person and talked about the possibilities of having to withstand this person for as needed. well it so happened that as i went with this person to pick teh persons bags and stuff and help the person settle in, i walked to pick my mails and what i saw made me so stupefied that for the next ten minutes i didi not say a word, i was aphasic  and thought i probably had had a right sided strong or something. i had prayed for certain things to fall through for a pretty long time, and it ahd to do with the uscis, for you interbnational students that have had to do a change of status or the sought of thing, u would know what i am talking about, ithas drained me physically, finanacially, emotionally and u name it, at a point i began to question the reason i made a step but well it so happened that at a point all i did was faith it. i prayed, asked, sougth, knocked, offered offerings and i just let it go, i told my self that i was done fretting or worrying about what will be. it was time i just sat and let things happen. well things actually ahappened. i got the letter yesterday and they approved my change of status and now i can feel normal again. i am at a loss at what to say, i feel liike GOD just goes out of his way to embarass us. isnt he just wonderfully great. i have been feeling so full of praise and thanks for teh hours after that encounter so hey if u ever read this, all i ask is a few word of thanks with me to GOD.&lt;br /&gt;GRACE AND PEACE Y'ALL and a very wonderfull weekend too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-3061309724717750838?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/3061309724717750838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=3061309724717750838' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/3061309724717750838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/3061309724717750838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-tell-it-all.html' title='Cant tell it all'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-1829294327723941154</id><published>2007-01-23T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:43:41.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>GRATEFUL?</title><content type='html'>i was up as early as could be since i had to be at clinicals very early in the morning. i said a hurried prayer and headed in the shower. i was done and ready for my 54 minute drive when my phone rang and it was my mum. she called to say hello and as usual my day was made. i drove as fast as i could cos i already was late. i was stuck behind the train tracks,50minutes of my day gone, and all i wanted to do was appear to my preceptors as serious. i walked into the office my head held high in anticipation of what my day would be like;full of mysteries and a day of achievement.patients came in one after another, diagosis made and medications given, off they went in another 10-15 mins. As i went through the day, it became clear that we humans are ungrateful at how much we have,yet we keep complaining of the litlle things we think we dont have. along came a father with his two sons, one almost a teenager and the other a six year old. A CpK protein test was ordered and for you medicals you know what that means, this little boy had a strange waddle in his gait, he could not stand up from a squat without using accessory muscles: he probably has Duchenne muscular dystrophy. this dude may not live to his 12th birthday, the reason been that he may loose every single muscle tone in his body that he might end up in a wheelchair. this disease is an X-linked one it is a mutation on the number one band of the small arm of the x chromosome(X2p.1)literally his mum passed it on to him. it hurts to know that that poor woman will live her life guilt tripping when it was not her fault she was just a carrier. As i exchanged my views with the Doctor, i thought about my three brothers, how much i loved them and never want to see them hurt. But then i felt a thug at my heart, a feeling of ungratefulness. who told me i had a right to whine wen all i have is an occasional back ache and tension down my neck, who told me i had the right to whine when i can actually afford buying gas for my car who told me i had the right to whine when friends come to my house cos its warmer than theirs, who told me i have not been ungrateful when i go through the day not thanking GOD enough. i definitely would not want to be a 12 year old asthmatic that goes through his inhalers in less than 10days, definitely not a cancer survivor who now has a nerve defect from her chemo and a paraplegic for a son, definitely not a guy whose lungs are so fibrosed that he is a medical simulator for students. people we need to get on our knees and thank GOD. through our highs and lows he still sees us through. we are hail and hearty and our loved ones are doing great , we do good in school and others in our classes need stimulators to concentrate, we can afford to waste food and others go through months uncertain about what they would eat. we live in peace and kids in certain places have to fight for survival, living for them is a daily struggle. do i need to say more, the thanks need to keep going up, we need to thank the man upstairs for all the little perks that go unnoticed in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 66: 1-3a; 8-9;10-12;13-20&lt;br /&gt;Make a joyful shout to the GOD ,all the earth ......make his presence glorious.......oh bless our GOD, you peoples! and make the voice of his praise heard, who keeps our soul among the living and does not allow our feet to be moved. verse 10- 12 talks about GOD testing us and refining us in the process just like silver, he lets affliction on us just to see how faithful we can be but amidst all he brings us to sweet FULFILLMENT. peeps we need to be grateful for everything.&lt;br /&gt;it is my desire that i be like david and be grateful even when i have my face to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;grace and peace and have a great rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-1829294327723941154?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/1829294327723941154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=1829294327723941154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/1829294327723941154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/1829294327723941154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/01/grateful.html' title='GRATEFUL?'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-2008433335722149583</id><published>2007-01-23T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:42:30.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>katy clinic</title><content type='html'>Dings and Chimes you hear as you go&lt;br /&gt;Stethoscopes straped around necks&lt;br /&gt;Cuffs and wires streaking around&lt;br /&gt;welcomes you to the doctors office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions and answers go back and forth&lt;br /&gt;worries aggravate as anxiety mounts&lt;br /&gt;everyone that comes in wants to know&lt;br /&gt;what exactly is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids and Adults walk hand-in-hand&lt;br /&gt;Parents in oblivion as to what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;soreness, restlessness and whining abound&lt;br /&gt;boo-hoo and puking the order of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels in human form introduce themselves&lt;br /&gt;vital signs are taken and recorded as well&lt;br /&gt;reports are made to whom it concerns&lt;br /&gt;shots and pills are given as thus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by and people await their fates&lt;br /&gt;some so good and others dissappointing&lt;br /&gt;questions abound in the minds of the learned&lt;br /&gt;what else is there to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physicians work so hard that it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Nurses assist with passion and dligence&lt;br /&gt;but all the do is treat the pain&lt;br /&gt;only GOD heals and makes a person whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-2008433335722149583?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/2008433335722149583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=2008433335722149583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/2008433335722149583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/2008433335722149583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/01/katy-clinic.html' title='katy clinic'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-8497940358753893078</id><published>2007-01-22T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:58:20.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life is a stage&lt;br /&gt;living in this age&lt;br /&gt;looks like a mirage&lt;br /&gt;builds up like a rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you got it all&lt;br /&gt;and then its all at a stall&lt;br /&gt;you wonder why its all gone&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of being on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned a lot in life&lt;br /&gt;the harsh and bitter sweet&lt;br /&gt;the truth of it  all remains&lt;br /&gt;life is not a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cry and smile at life&lt;br /&gt;happy to be alive&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the beauties&lt;br /&gt;that reside around our cities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We yearn and long for good things&lt;br /&gt;in all that life brings our way&lt;br /&gt;to be the one in charge,&lt;br /&gt;and have the best thereof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-8497940358753893078?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/8497940358753893078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400650687344092529&amp;postID=8497940358753893078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/8497940358753893078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400650687344092529/posts/default/8497940358753893078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/2007/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Sele Akobo(curvyice)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14986067701347294316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-3279314646650721664</id><published>2007-01-22T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:41:21.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>FALL</title><content type='html'>what then is there to be said,&lt;br /&gt;that it is bright or it is plain&lt;br /&gt;the roads cry to be cleared&lt;br /&gt;and people sniff for the stench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not the best of seasons;&lt;br /&gt;not as nice as summer&lt;br /&gt;nor nearly as beautiful as spring&lt;br /&gt;it indeed does not speak for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it cries to be loved&lt;br /&gt;but offcourse goes unheeded&lt;br /&gt;as questions abide in the hearts of many&lt;br /&gt;why do you litter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it replies thus:&lt;br /&gt;i am what nature made me&lt;br /&gt;i stand to complete the cycle&lt;br /&gt;of what begins in january&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would you not care about me&lt;br /&gt;and look beyond beyond my physical beauty,&lt;br /&gt;i have more than is seen&lt;br /&gt;all it takes is a little more concentration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400650687344092529-3279314646650721664?l=curvyice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curvyice.blogspot.com/feeds/3279314646650721664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400650687344092529.post-3169745864276625300</id><published>2007-01-13T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:43:17.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>joy</title><content type='html'>Much more than a cheer in mood,&lt;br /&gt;more than offering a smile&lt;br /&gt;not sown from thoughts alone&lt;br /&gt;but comes from deep within the soul&lt;br /&gt;its more of contentment of heart&lt;br /&gt;than singing songs on a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;it propels the hidden treasures&lt;br /&gt;that rest beyond the bedrocks of man&lt;br /&gt;it is a  necessary condiment&lt;br /&gt;for sweetness and rest of the mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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