Blogging, Musings, Writing

Things That Have Made Me Happy This Month.

As most of you know, I just started blogging again. So blogging is definitely on the list of things that have made me very happy this month and I can’t wait to share more of myself, lessons learned, crafts, stories,  tips, DIY,  lifestyle and relationship tips to help you grow as an individual, blogger or business.

1.My Marriage.

A lot of people wonder how my husband and I do it, they always ask me questions on how we manage or cope with the distance and time apart. There are a ton of Ldr tips and advice that I have shared on my blog and that others have shared, but as with everything in life, you need to find what works for you. And that’s what my husband and I have done.  Anyone who knows my husband or I, knows that we spend a lot of time in communication. We call one another several times in a day, text, chat, email, video call one another and support one another with work and business also. It’s very important to keep up with your spouse and communicate effectively, plus you need a large dose of patience to be in a relationship and drum ”fulls” to be in an LDR.

Below are links to some tips, experiences, growth  and struggles that can help you in your LDR.

Ldr posts

sometimes it hurts and I write about it also. can you?

Some Poetry I wrote to help me cope and they might help you too or encourage you to write about it. ldr poems  A couple more ldr poems .

2.Family.

It’s been a joy visiting with family this month. I am one of those people who love seeing new places but never actually likes the process of going there. Well this applies to old places too. I love the idea of being somewhere, but I don’t actually want to get off my behind, sit in a car, train, ship, plane or even bike to get there. But if you ask me if I love to travel I would say yes! because my brain is interpreting it as an opportunity to see or be in a different or new place. So yes going to visit my family makes me very happy.

  1. Being part of a healthy discussion.

I love stimulating conversations and this month I have enjoyed being part of various such discussions. Because of a game I play, I have gotten to meet and enjoy chatting with a group of really awesome ladies and a young man. They are funny, smart, amazing and magical in their own way. Though a game brought us together, It’s grown to something resembling sisterhood instead. I am grateful for them and they make me happy too.

4.New Projects.

My friend and I are currently working on something that I shall be introducing you all to very soon, and working on this has got me all shades of emotional lol; Joy, laughter, annoyance, frustration (new things and the frustrations they bring) , happiness etc. This project has taught me a lot about myself and I am happy with the results. I have learned that I am patient, resourceful, resilient and very smart.

  1. Running My Business.

Making money isnt always easy or direct. It can be a rollercoaster of disappointments, hurt, anger, loss, gain and other things especially when you are just starting out. So be patient and keep moving because quitting isnt going to take you to your desired goal. And yet running my own business albiet very small and not always rewarding financially has its perks and I am enjoying them immensely. This makes me happy.

Through out the Month of February, there are so many experiences that I can draw on that have made me happy, but this will do for now. I just wanted to share a little part of my month with you and how some of these things have changed my life. This month might have not seemed all that great to you, but if you also take some time out to make a list of the good and happy times, you’ll be surprised to find out that its not as short as you think.

Take a moment to share the things that made you happy with me in the comment section below  😁☺😁

 

 

Musings, Writing

Honest To God Writing.

As I type in this title, all I can think about is take me back!

Take me back to a time my thoughts did not need ink to flow inebriated, when it just flowed down in a rush like a broken faucet.

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Take me back to the time of deep depths and bottomless wells. where my words would race down on paper leaving me baffled as to their origin.

I wanna swim the un-clogged pipe where my poetry stroked and backstroke(d) diving unhinged and unapologetic into the minds of those who dared to read my nakedness.

Take me to a time where I cared so much about not caring what you thought of my broken silence, where my words were unashamed and fiercely present.

I miss the intimate sharing

the mind sharpening

The exposing of souls through more than ”just words”.

Take me back.

 

 

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Inspired, Musings, The Journey

Let’s Get Personal 😎 ( I think my feature image is hilarious)

Hey guys!

So I am not one to get personal about myself/life/relationship etc on social media. I share and all, but I like to keep that side of me private (as much as I can).

But recently I have been feeling the urge to share and find people who are like me and going through the same things.

So this is sort of weird but we’ll see where it takes us. So a bunch of topics you will be seeing on this page henceforth along with everything else will be as diverse and sometimes unrelated as you can possibly imagine.

  • I will be talking about the current recession that Nigeria is going through,
  • My long distance relationship and Marriage,
  • Dating (my limited experience lol)
  • The pitfalls and iOS of log distance relationship and how to make it work
  • Poetry and the need to find release
  • Impending Immigrations,
  • My need to have Yam when I move to be with my husband.                                         (not sweet potato, YAM!!!)
  • The hope and fear of the big move (please feel free to share your immigration stories with me. Please 😥😥:'(😰😧 :mrgreen:)
  • My NGO (the Dilemma of the  lost documents)
  • Work and the search for greater things (is this all there is to life?)
  • Weight loss and gain (the struggle.   with-in and with-out),
  • Lessons
  • Healthy eating and the temptation of late night eating.

Just generally my everyday life.

what I hope to gain and achieve is a better rapport with my followers and friends on the blogosphere.

Those with advice,questions or just interest in the topic or story of the day please so not hesitate to indicate by commenting.

Please read and comment. Ask questions and  help me on this journey of unburdening and growing through writing and sharing.

Thanks guys and don’t forget to connect on social media!!  😁:):):):).

Instagram-:- shulaices

Twitter-:- Sunes_is

Facebook-:- Sunesis Shuaibu

I look forward to meeting and connecting with everyone.

And please feel free to send me questions and issues you would like addressed.

Cheers!  😁

Musings, The Journey

It’s a new week Fam!

Happy Sunday and welcome to the new week. It’s technically still the first seven days in September and already Monday for me.

It’s already the 5th here and I am already torn about work. Excited and somewhat dreading it. I am sort of restless (that’s stating it mildly, ask my husband lol).

Everyone who knows me knows I am in need of constant stimulation and ways to keep entertained or just generally to stop my mind from wandering or me from day dreaming. 

This brings us back to work! I am a builder. I work construction(in a supervisory and Consulting capacity) as a boss lol. 

 I get excited going to site and being part of the bevy of activity but it is short lived because after a while it seems like just boring routine to me.

The problem with the office is that I have to sit still for long periods and behave myself and not move or fidget. Therein lies the issue. At this stage I want to blog or read or write or just plain move!! Even if it’s just a little bit (who I’m I kidding?! I want to move a whole lot lol!). 

I enjoy conversing with people that I like (lol who doesn’t?) I love books and generally entertainment. I like the outdoors in doses. And believe me I enjoy watching a building go up. You know, from concept to completion. it’s an amazing feeling.

But sometimes I end up wandering  if I chose the wrong career and studied the wrong thing?

Did I miss it somewhere? Or is it still going to make sense? 

Anyway I am definitely in for a short night. It’s already 1:10am.

Thank you blogosphere for letting me rant and think it out. 

Have an amazing week ahead!!! 😎😎😎😘

Guest posts, Impromptu, Inspired, Musings

Building Of A Community. Drop your Links..

So this sort of happened to me. I am usually reblogging other love, sharing and meet and greet posts.

Until Today when i started recieving links of my own to share.

So if you would like for me to share or reblog your posts, please drop your links in the comments section below.

And in the spirit of community and growth, dont hesistate to click on a link and drop a friendly hello on someone elses blog.

I hope to connect with you all and looking forward to sharing and reading your posts!

Cheers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

 

Guest posts, Guests posts

Guest Post. THE DEMON-POSSESED CHICKEN. By Queen .F. Photizo.

thRVN3OZ8W This is a guest post.
My childhood was really interesting and full of fun. I was born into a large family. My father had married and divorced several women before he met my mother and as a result, I had a few older half siblings. This made growing up a lot of fun for me because it was always a full house and there was never a dull moment. We lived in a very big building with lots of flats, a few of which my father leased out to tenants. The compound was also very large with plenty of space for playing around. Another factor that contributed to the fun was the presence of domestic helps. We had different maids come and go, each with a different cultural background. This gave us the opportunity to be exposed to different games and folktales from all over the country. Some of those maids were stern and unfriendly but most of them were very relaxed and loved to play as much as we kids did. My early years were filled with funny events and occurrences due to all the influences around. I am going to share a story about one of such occurrences. I call it “chicken drama”.
I have already stated that my mother was not the first and only woman my father married. This always put her on edge because in this part of the world, if you had step-children, that could mean serious trouble for you. Nothing you ever do will be right in the eyes of your neighbours and acquintances. Every little act of discipline would be perceived as maltreatment of the children and you could easily be branded a wicked step-mother; like the one in Cinderella. Anyway I digress. Back to the story. The main issue that made my mother uneasy was the fact that the mothers of those children, although they were not living in the same house with us,  might want to harm her and her kids. That is also a common occurrence in this part of the world. This fear of being harmed made my mother to become very prayerful and “spiritual”. This spirituality was further fueled by the church we attended then. We were made to believe that the devil had so much power and we had to stay awake and pray in the middle of the night or witches would kill us in our sleep. My mother was always alert and concious of the fact that there were demons everywhere. Every unusual occurrence was caused by demonic activity. She was what we Nigerians call a “prayer warrior”.
This chicken drama began when one of our tenants started rearing chickens in the backyard. The hens laid some eggs which later hatched into really cute chicks. I was nine years old at the time and my baby brother must have been around four. We were really taken with the cute chicks. They were so fluffy and yellow, we decided that we simply must have them as pets; at least one of them. Our maid at the time, Fatima, was the most exciting, adventurous and mischievous help we ever had. She was very playful and was ready to go along with every silly idea I had so I approached her with a new one; to steal the tenant’s chicks. She eagerly agreed of course and reappeared shortly with a very cute chick in her hand, apologetic for being able to catch just one. We set up living quarters for the chick immediately. After pondering for a few minutes I decided to create a home for it in the top drawer of my dresser. That was one place I was sure my mother would never look. We made the chick comfortable in the drawer and left it open just a little bit, for some air to go in. I made sure the space wasn’t large enough for it to get out. I was so happy with our new pet and I  actually thought we would be able to take care of it till it grew and was able to lay eggs. We fed it whatever we ate; we obviously didn’t have the slightest clue on how to rear chickens. My top drawer was filled with biscuits, strands of spaghetti, grains of rice and whatever food you can think of.
Our “pet” didn’t last with us for up to one week before the “chicken drama” occurred. It was a Saturday evening. We had just come back from a visit to the amusement park; mother, Fatima, baby brother and I. Someone foolishly left the drawer open, wider than usual, before we left for the park. The poor chick, after being locked up for so long, found it’s chance at freedom and jumped out. At that same moment, for some reason which I can’t remember now, my mother followed Fatima and I to my room and saw our wonderful pet. Now my mother is someone that overreacts a lot; she’s known to make a mountain out of a molehill and this made us to lie about a lot of things while growing up. As soon as she saw the chick she screamed, ‘Jesus! Who brought this chick here?’ The little person in my mind was running around frantically, thinking of what to do because I was so scared of what my mother would do to me if she found out we had stolen the tenant’s chick. However, on the outside I maintained my composure and calmly told her that I didn’t know who brought it. ‘So how did it get here?’, she asked. Again, I replied that I didn’t know. She immediately started binding and casting evil forces. She then called the errand boy, Patrick and asked him to take the chick outside and set it ablaze. The rationale for this was that if the chick was indeed a witch that changed her form, she would die in a very horrible way; being burnt alive.
Fatima and I looked on in dismay as Patrick took the chick, poured some kerosene on it and set it ablaze. I felt terrible as I watched the chick burn and I was convinced God was going to punish me for what I had done. It took me years to get over that incident and I eventually told my mother about it. She laughed and said she couldn’t even remember burning a chick. It’s something I laugh about now when I remember it but it wasn’t in the least bit funny then. I couldn’t sleep that night. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about what a terrible person I was. I had caused the execution of an innocent chicken.

Inspired, LDR, love, poems

When I woke up.

I woke up to find you near

Standing by the head board grinning

Smiling that smile I love

Wearing your heart in your eyes, lips and essence.

 

I froze, not believing you are finally here

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Screeching I jump into the embrace that’s all mine.

A scent that comes only in my dreams.

A hug I feel through the miles.

A look I’ve mastered between screens and wavelengths is mine for the taking here and now; by my head board.

 

A jolt of electricity from a touch I’ve come to forget sizzles and zaps me

My closed eyes startle open in shock and the only thing by my head board is the shadow of the moon and the harmattan that zapped me awake when my frozen fingers slid against the bed sheet.

This has become a habit but I am ever hopeful for the reality.

 

Hey guys if you are currently in an Ldr (long distance relationship) and would like to join Ldrbn which is for bloggers in ldr and blog about is, then click the link below to join/apply. Don’t forget to put me down as you referral (Sunesis).

https://www.ldrblogs.com

Let me know how it goes.😊😉

 

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Challenges and Awards.

Quote Challenge.

Since I started my blog in 2012 I have managed to wiggle out of most challenges till an ordinary girl Found me out.

Thank you so much dear.

DAY 1.

My nominees.

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