An Afro First Lady

When I saw this picture, my first reaction was to jump for joy! Then..I realised..it was just a photoshopped image. How cool would it have been if this was a real picture? 

Broody!

Recently I have been feeling increasingly broody. INCREASINGLY! I cry when I see babies. I cry when I hear a baby crying. I sigh at the sight of baby clothes. The other day, I downloaded a "Baby names" App. Sad right!? Miserable even!

According to my concerned friends, it is my body telling me that I am ready to finally use my uterus. Unfortunately the rest of my life doesn't agree. Such as the fact that my finances and career are not where I want them at yet. Especially the fact that my mother has not decided to retire yet from her job or wearing skinny jeans. Thus I won't have a free live in babysitter until she is ready to mature and accept Grandma-ship.

Finding a suitable sperm donor would also be pleasant as impossible as it starting to seem.

Till then I will just swoon over these super cute pics!

Food for Fort: 57

The thing that you are waiting for to succeed. The thing you feel you need most to fulfil your lifes purpose. It is already within you. You were made equipped and ready from conception.

Now that you know this, what will you do now?

Food for Fort: 56

Make the decision today! Quit cheating on your future with your past. It ain't healthy yo!

The Heart Still Broken

Words do still falter at ones' lips
despite the time passed
Emotions still raw on events passed
yet present within mind and heart.
A heart not yet healed from previous wound.

Love still softens chest with kind memories.
And so it shall remain until
the gods take sword and remove such from chest.
No ill word or slander shall ever take leave from lips,
For fear it would bring rise to vengeful serpent,
quenched only by despair and blood.
This heart not yet turned from previous call.

Though cast from presence and affections without remorse,
Not once has name been far from heart.
Comfort taken only by the prayer that, kindred spirits
will one day be bonded in love and purpose once again.
All ill intent voided by the gods' lesson of the truest love.
the heart not yet risen from previous fall.

Food for fort: 55

Things can be hard to let go off at times. God can be trying to remove a bad thing from your life but you are still trying to hold on by your nails....It is not cool. Like trying to put eyeliner on during an earthquake. Not cool yo!
Don't try to stabilise what God is shaking..ever.

Food for fort: 54

Things can be hard to let go off at times. God can be trying to remove a bad thing from your life but you are still trying to hold on by your nails....It is not cool. Like trying to put eyeliner on during an earthquake. Not cool yo!
Don't try to stabilise what God is shaking..ever.

Food for fort.53

Turn your wounds not into medals but into wisdom.

Food for fort..52

A proud person has no friends. But a wise person but a very few.

Food for Fort: 51

There is a difference between being celibate and being happily single. Learn the difference and you learn to stop wasting your time and that of others around you.

1+1=3

I love you, at least, I desire to love you.

I am in love with the possibility of love,

The ability to love and the emotions

The electrically charged touches,

synchronised stolen gazes and glances

The warmth of your arm over my shoulders

The feel of your strong back as I push you,

I am in love with the devotion, my devotion

The passion only our love can unlock

The tears on my face as I pledge it all,

I am in love with you before we've meet,

The sound of God's voice as it unfolds

The humming birds reside in my stomach
Forget the butterflies, this stuff is real!

The earthly voice I am bound to follow

till the day I no longer breathe and exhale

The promise of your future on my left hand,

Fouth finger.

The mere thoughts of our life ahead.
Our hearts entwined in purpose and  rhyme
Conversations untiring unaware of flying time

When my genes finally and expectantly meet yours
And we create God's most amazing miracle
Life!

A little me mixed with a whole lot of you
Our night vigils of passion turned to nurturing
But each moment concludes with joy untold
Our eternity is too short, lets ask God for more