Mama Rita

“I do not fix problems. I fix my thinking. Then problems fix themselves.”  ~  Louise Hay Looking back on my life, I came to understand that perfection was my worst enemy. I was raised in an environment of high expectation, and every day in school felt like I was competing with others and fighting to be the best in class. At the age of ten I believed I was stupid just because my brain couldn’t work out physics and math. I was good with literature, arts, and foreign languages, but that wasn’t a sign of brilliance in the Eastern-European culture that shaped me. Much later, as a grown-up woman, I didn’t see myself as good enough, beautiful enough, smart enough, or successful enough. I felt unworthy of being loved by a wonderful man, unworthy of getting a good paycheck to reflect my skills and talents, too unworthy to apply for a tempting position at work. My life looks completely different today, and I embrace the new me with much gratitude and j...

   “I began masturbating when I was eight years old. Later I learned God’s view of the matter. I felt terrible every time I gave in. ‘How could God love someone like me?’ I asked myself.”​—Luiz. WHEN you reach puberty, sexual desires can become particularly strong. As a result, you might fall into a habit of masturbation. *  Many would say that it’s not a big deal. “No one gets hurt,” they argue. However, there’s good reason to avoid the practice. The apostle Paul wrote: “Deaden, therefore, your body members . . . as respects . . . sexual appetite.” ( Colossians 3:5 ) Masturbation does not deaden sexual appetite but  fuels  it. In addition, consider the following: ● Masturbation instills attitudes that are totally self-centered. For example, when masturbating, a person is immersed in his or her own body sensations. ● Masturbation causes one to view those of the opposite sex as mere objects, or tools, for self-gratification. ● The ...

Last  year christmas, i had a strange dream. My father and i went to the market in reminiscent of   bus drivers and troublesome conductors, as thousands of   thousands of   people flood the market, we went to the fishmonger to buy native chicken( ‘Okuko’ in igbo language). The fowls crowded, slimy, around our legs, and I knew (in the way that one knows in a dream) that they thought, as they ate from the ground, that they were going to be killed—that they had to experience death before entering adulthood. The next day, I told my father about the dream. He revealed that, when I was three, when we were living in Ajegunle( A neighbourhood located in the heart of lagos ),   he took me to see a truckful of poultry being pumped into an artificial house. I was too young to remember this. But somewhere in my mind the vision of chickens being butchered and spewed into less breathing had lodged itself, resurfacing more than 10 years later. These days, it’s common to...

  Beautiful African woman  Beautiful African woman Precious daughter of our land Through thee I saw daylight Under thy shield I learned to fight Against the threats of life You laid down the foundation On which I’ve built my life You taught me to be strong when strength in life is needed You taught me to be wise when the day calls for wisdom You taught me to smile as it is the spice of life With thee I learned to love Unconditional love Tears of joy and happiness Tears of sorrow and sadness With tender words you wiped them up Each time they wet my cheeks Now, as I roam the world I carry with me the tools You crafted for my success Love, hard work and respect Are always by my side They fend away the thorns That life throws at me It is true what they say A man never grows too old To be his mother’s son I still yearn for your cuisine With food so succulent That my stomach cries for more With tastes so uni...