It was only a matter of time… #blog #blogging

Shock! How could I have missed this? I chided myself so strongly. Morning could not come fast enough at 9, I was emailing and phoning them to say I would send the signed documents back ASAP. I could not give up now. It was already 15 days past notification date but I managed to get it in even though the phone, internet and circumstances refused to line up.

Relief came when an email reply said they had been in meetings… but it was the next day, today as I write, when I finally got to speak to someone. So after phone calls, voicemails, emails it took another 24 hours to get confirmation of receipt of my forms. Then they added they were just compiling the final list TODAY!!! Friday. An announcement was planned for Monday.

So what if I had not found those documents in the deleted folder, or responded yesterday? We would have been talking a different story.

What God has ordained for you cannot be snatched away… it may take time or do the rounds but it will still come back home… to you!

Another suddenly #blog #blogging

Regretting the fact that I had neglected to follow the instruction to send ahead to the participants, some documents to read, I slightly asked Daddy to intervene. Hence the need to access the email on my phone so I could ask someone in our destination’s support team to print some copies for the meeting. One of our team brought a copy and Coulter too. Thank Daddy for his sense of humour.

During this meeting, I heard myself begin to say things I had no prior planning to utter, but seemed to meet the need at the time. Many questions and demonstrations later we were out.

Arguing with God #blog

Did Daddy’s book not say, “Gods ways are past finding out…”. God can DO and UNDO anything, anytime, anywhere, anyhow. Isn’t that why He is God? I can’t help thinking that this encounter was in direct response to my plea and prayer the night before.

Daddy’s book tips rule #blog

How many times do we get approached about a business opportunity with slated prices, quotes and terms that we feel are good? But after agreeing to it, we hear of someone else’s deal and feel we should have negotiated for more?

A story in my life comes to mind. I had applied twice for a role, same documents and all before I was called to an interview. To get the best chance I had answered every question, written verifiable completed examples of the tasks listed in job description to show my eligibility for the role. At the interview I was pretty confident about getting the position until one question ‘threw’ me! Undaunted but a little lacking in that confidence I had at the start, I offered an answer…

Looking for a p! #blog

Looking for a p! #blog

When a woman’s role is misplaced, a man’s is displaced and replaced!

Why in the world is a woman looking for a penis? (The latter will be referred to as ‘the p’)

A very strange request. I think but maybe not so strange in a world of increasingly domineering women and feminist enthusiasts.

I am not sure I even know what that word means.

What is wrong with men and women accepting that we are physically, emotionally and somewhat intellectually uniquely designed, each one? (I accept there are physical ‘hermaphrodites’ – inter sex individuals)

Has the women empowerment movement gone mad?

Do we need men empowerment now too? We all need to be empowered. Yes. We need to recognise that we have power. Choice. Purpose. Passion. And can do ‘great things’ to change the world but power in the wrong hands leads to chaos.

So back to my question. Why does a woman need the p? Because Maybe she has accepted that the role a p carrier is no longer useful, beneficial, value adding or essential. When God said ‘it’s not good for a man to be alone, I will make him a helper meet for him’ I think He had a plan. Why do we constantly fight against that plan so natural, so evident, so real?

A quick shopping glance for the p’s Online (for a relative) revealed a whole range of sizes, shapes, texture, calibre, accessories and more. I was given some measurements to follow at 2 and a half by 6 inches whatever that means. Now imagine my confusion when medical knowledge and experience displays a wide opening for a baby to be born. (You know what I mean by opening, right – vagina =v).

Finding the right size

Ma’am my friend asks, “do we have measurements for the v?”

A crucial question when you understand the background of the request. Anyway I was charged with finding a p for a relative because a previous purchase proved too large and caused bruising.

Why?

It didn’t fit. It was too big so we had to find the right fitting p.

And my response was, why not do it the natural way and find a man? The response men were going to take control and take advantage of her.

What does that even mean?

A friend’s response to that was, “why does she not sign a contract with a man for just that?” And the reply, the last time that offer was on the plate, the man said “I will sign but you will also buy me a house for my wife and Kids!”

Are things this bad?

What has material wealth or possessions got to do with sex? Apparently almost everything in today’s world. Forgive me for being so naive as First Lady always says to me.

I brought the problem to a team of women friends. Laughter and disbelief and Maybe scorn greeted my utterance.

We still had a job to do.
So we had to find the right p with exact fitting and measurements. Aside from laughter, we decided that it was probably best to browse online, rather than visit a sex shop.

How would I explain to anyone who mattered what I was doing with those gadgets if I run into someone who knew me? I was reluctant to pursue that angle so one of my friends had to go it alone.

Armed with her hubby who was so embarrassed he stopped halfway down the track to the shop, and with children going off for ice cream she marched into the shop with a certain air of ‘I don’t care what people think’ in her walk.

“ I’m looking for a p!” she informed the sales lady who confused, asked “a p?” and looks to her manager for support in a quizzical way. “Do you mean a …”. Sorry can’t remember what it’s called. So my friend says “yes.”

Now there was laughter and more of the disbelieving type when she proceeds to explain , “no it’s not for me, it’s for a friend’s…” She was interrupted by a laughing bunch of sales people as other shoppers joined in to come to the rescue to explain what she was looking for and how to use it.

It’s who you know! #blog

Women have a role

To play here and away

And given the opportunity

People can easily see

That policies hostile, it’s unreal

Can get a second review

Cos where it’s so hard to see

That people are suffering

A change of hands

May be just the thing

To expose reality.

A bend in the road…

What I didn’t know was that Daddy was working behind the scenes to find a solution to my travel to London. Expected monies had not come through so it would take a miracle to get funds for my next city journey. Well Daddy changed the narrative shortly after, when a miracle text message confirmed that there were some funds added to my account – God!!! He came through again. Thanks Daddy This time there were tears of joy.

Making hay in the rain

It’s was just another morning! You appreciate by now that I refer to God as my daddy and He’s my best friend. Without getting into too much debate about his gender in a world where this issue evokes a variety of emotions for both sides, let me tell you more about Him. Well, I refer…

Phew!

Phew! A few crazy days with late nights at the office meant I was getting a little tired and needed a good night’s rest. I simply said ‘Lord you need to wake me up in time for the Schools session tomorrow” You see I have come to depend on Him for everything including being my…

All in a morning…

“It’s my birthday” says the honourable lady. “Let’s have breakfast at the inn” I was so excited. It’s easier to get-up-and-go now, because the children are older and more independent. Did I say that I’m a single mum to 3 young adults, 18, 20 and 21? I’ll leave it with you to work out my…

I may have minor trust issues 

On occasion, during half-terms, when we’re staying at with my dad we would go to up north to church and east, up until they moved venues to make room for the Olympics I wouldn’t ever spot the youth. When they moved to the east, every time I was there, on my way to a seat, I…