Remember this post where I grumbled about not being promoted at work....on Dec 31, 2013 at about 7pm...I got promoted......it was so long awaited that I didn’t react. I guess, I was numb from realising that Aunty Flo was visiting on New Year’s Day. I got home, went on my knees and thanked God for closing the year with an increase...he has increased my tithe.
Did I ever tell you guys that my petite size 8 frame comes with a sharp mouth? My mouth can run for Africa with retorts...it’s just so freaking amazing the things that spew out of this my tiny frame-cum-big mouth. I never seem to be short of a comeback to anyone....now I understand why Mama Sykik never stopped slapping me. I intend to zip my mouth, keep my mouth under lock and key....I need to start behaving my age.....the first thing that came to mind after the New Year greeting was .....”wow, Sykik, you don old finish oh”.........where did the years go?.......
I hate wall geckos....it’s called “omonile” translated “child of the house owner”..... I can’t remember where I heard the fable from but the story is that any house that has children must have “omonile”......see me see trouble,...#operation-kill-all-wall-gecko# is forever activated in my home. Hubby is the “omonile killer”in our house.....he has mastered the skills over the years ...I don’t envy him at all..... not with a drama queen like moi for a wife.
I don’t do New Year resolutions, but I believe God for directions in this New Year..... I need to run my vision; I need to pursue my calling. God, I ask for a confirmation ...am just been like Gideon, Thomas...don’t vex.... Sykik also wants to be doubly sure.
“And your ears will hear a word behind you, saying, this is the way; walk in it, when you turn to the right hand and when you turn to the left” Isaiah 30:21, AMP
I always feel sleepy right after church on Sundays. However, there’s lunch to be made after Sunday service, so, I start lunch half sleepy and jealous that Hubby gets to put his feet up and watch TV after church. I console myself while cooking with the fact that shebi he drove us to and from church. My mind replies me, “church is just 5mins drive away”. I continue cooking and find myself smiling as Hubby often times comes in to help by bringing his plate so his food can be dished.
Is this post making sense sef....