Jessy J Who you are with lyrics.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror:
"Why am I doing this to myself?"
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.
No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
(who you are [x11])

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mold, yeah!
The more I try the less it's working, yeah
'Cause everything inside me screams
No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
There's nothing wrong with who you are!

Yes, no's, egos, fake shows, like WHOA!
Just go, and leave me alone!
Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight,
With a smile, that's my home!
That's my home, no...

No, no, no, no, no...
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay...
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
Yeah yeah yeah

What I'm Thankful for

  Gratitude is something that I’ve overlooked my entire life; I’ve always wanted more than I’ve had, and I’ve always strived to be my best in everything that I’ve ever done. However, I’ve always ended up being grateful for the small things that I have the pleasure of enjoying when I’m feeling my best. As they say – you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, and I certainly have learnt to appreciate the good times more and more.  I am thankful for so many things and have lived what I consider a very blessed life. It’s just that sometimes I never really have the words. I guess I’m not good at sentiment fortunately I have written another thanksgiving note this year stating few of all those things I’m thankful for but never get to chance to say because people think they fall below the threshold of things that are really important in life. Hopefully your Thanksgiving holiday is spent celebrating those more important things, but now you can join me in being thankful for everything else that we might otherwise take for granted.
I’m thankful
Ø  To God for the Gift of life, and how far he has brought me. I couldn’t just do it on my own.
Ø  I’m grateful that I can hear well and see well. Most of all for great health .
Ø   My Family, for encouraging me all through the year.  
Ø  I’m grateful that I was raised right and am a good person because of it.
Ø  A wonderful Flat mate who has made living here feel like home
Ø  For friends and acquaintances who have stuck by me and giving me good counsel when I needed it.
Ø  I’m grateful that I’ve made the right decision hundreds of times. I’m grateful that I’ve made the wrong decision thousands of times, and learned from them. 
Ø  I’m grateful that I know I’ll be able to make my dreams come true… It’s only a matter of ‘when’, not ‘if’. 
Ø  That I have everything I need – food, clothes, shelter…
Ø  That I’m a thinker at heart.
Ø  That I have not had a major tragedy strike me or my family.
Ø  For all the things I want to say but too much to say.
Ø  I’m actually thankful for these things every day. I know I missed things. That’s the point. There’s no end to our giving of thanks to such a giving God! So may God help us be more thankful and more giving all year long!

Perfect Proposal

After 2 Years of dating Jake completely surprised Nichole with a bunch of "what if" questions one morning. One of those being "What if I asked you to marry me?" Nichole said "of course I would"...Jake then said "Good because I want you to be my wife...will you marry me?"


Well My absolute favourite part about proposal stories is “the moment” - he asks you to marry him and you find out those words couldn’t stay locked in his head any more. I love it! I think every proposal has its whimsical dream.

What if you have always dreamt of that fairytale proposal...romantic setting, gorgeous ring.... and then one day you were watching tv and he asked you to marry him. He didn't even get down on one knee! WHAT WOULD YOU DO?? DISAPPOINTED MAYBE? Well I strongly think your happiness should come above all and I believe if you truely love him, and all other issues aside, you would be happy and glow in the excitement of planning your upcoming wedding....

As for me I don't exactly have a "dream" proposal

God is my Boss

God is my real Boss, and I shall not want.
He gives me peace, when chaos is all around me.
He gently reminds me to pray before I speak
And to do all things without murmuring and complaining.
He reminds me that He is my Source and not my job.
He restores my sanity every day and guides my decisions
That I might honor Him in everything I do.
Even though I face absurd amounts of emails, system crashes,
Unrealistic deadlines, budget cutbacks, gossiping friends,
Discriminating people and a body that does not
Every morning, I will not stop for He is with me!
His presence, His peace, and His power will see me through.
He raises me up, even when they fail to promote me.
He claims me as His own, even when the company
Threatens to let me go.
His faithfulness and love are better then any bonus checks.
His retirement plan beats every 401K there is.
When it is all said and done, I will be working for Him
A whole lot longer, and for that,
I bless His name.


Maybe. . .we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

Maybe . . . when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don’t even see the new one which has been opened for us.

Maybe . . . it is true that we don’t know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives.

Maybe . . . the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Maybe . . . the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can’t go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.

Maybe . . . you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.

Maybe . . . there are moments in life when you miss someone — a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child — so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.

Maybe . . . the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.

Maybe . . you should always try to put yourself in others’ shoes. If you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.

Maybe . . you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.

Maybe . . . giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don’t expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn’t, be content that it grew in yours.

Maybe . . . happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.

Maybe . . . you shouldn’t go for looks; they can deceive; don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

Maybe . . you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.

Maybe . . . you should try to live your life to the fullest because when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling but when you die, you can be the one who is smiling and everyone around you crying.

Maybe this message is for those who mean something to you,those who have touched your life,those who can and do make you smile when you really need it, those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down, and to all those whom you want to know that you appreciate them and their friendship.

N.B: This is a message that a friend sent to me, just decided to post on my blog, I don't get the credit :)


Years ago when I met you
I was thinking all about me
Months apart you showed me
Why it has to be about us
I still did not comprehend
You were willing to apprehend
My human self felt limited
Your spirit made me rooted

Years ago as I moved on
I was thinking how I got here
Moments apart you told me
I was here because I chose you
People might not understand
How he took me from quicksand
My inner self thus appreciate
How your embrace made me great

Years ago I read about me
I was thinking all these is you
Seconds apart you said to me
If I abide in you then I will see more
I continued in your glory
And dwelled in you daily
My life spawned up mysteries
That made the world’s history

Years ago was halfway through time
I’m here still thinking it through
Blinks apart you made me know
With you I’ll thresh more mountains
I am living this life of joy
And soaking with peace I enjoy
My soul’s fulfillment is been foretold
And years to come it will be unfold


Still straying in the dark I ponder
I was just a renegade in wonder
All was wrong, and time in haste
Life was stuck and all a waste

Still fuming in my thoughts, I hurt
I was just another soul that’s lost
Now I’m in harm and tears have come
The soul will calm then peace will horn

The wind will blow as strong as storm
And thunder rolls as lion in roar
Now sun abounds with much delight
The dark absconds like fall of night

Grace now drops like rain in spring
Mercy now soars like eagles with wing
Angels rejoice like a mother with child
Spirit abides like the ocean with tide

The awakening

Many times the clock goes round, sometimes the world hold still
She can hear the tiny little drops coming out of the rusted tap
Blood rushing down her cheeks as it does every cloudy Friday
Popping veins throbbing like the anger of a fiery eyed monster
Something he had never seen before, His heart pounded fast
He knew this was the time; he could do nothing about it now
She eagerly pounds on the cage waiting to see the bright light
Awaiting her at the other end, she doesn’t belong in this place
He pondered on what to do, to die by the sword of his creation
Or to have his hand stained by the dark red blood of his very love
Feet growing bigger than her head, she was so thirsty for life
Before he could even think twice she was standing all over him
Shoulders pinned to the ground he could feel her very claws
Clasped to his shoulder blade, he knew this was the very end
He could feel the chills as blood soaked his Milky white coat
She couldn’t stop herself; some part of her knew him so well
But another part just wanted to smell the stench of his death
One more glance at it, he smiled as life sipped out of him
Then came a new being, one who rattled with great wrath
This is the predicted time, the awakening of a new being.


Warmth blew in with the icy cold winter wind
It smelt like the bitter taste of brown honey
Stinging feeling that felt extremely pleasant
Something’s are worth looking at
Through a rose colored glasses.


Oh gracious mother of waters
beautiful woman has come
queen of joy pleasing to thy king
Oh green eyed silent beauty
Voice as sweet as a kind heart
Eye brows as straight as an arrow
Oh great mediator of divine
Fingers coated with melted gold
Shaped with a swan like neck
Oh princess among many others
Resolute cheeks steady as gaze
Gleaming hair with black locks
Oh goddess as capable as a king
lips as bright as berry fondant
Eyes outlined with silver glimmer
Oh daughter dark and comely
Legs long like the harvestman
Waist as round as a circle
Oh queen of beauty and devotion
Won respect in history of goddess
As most beautiful in your time
Remembered for beauty and power


I wish I had met you when the skies where blue
I wish I wasn’t healing from the bleeding scars
I wish I waited when I knew I started too early
I wish I waited a while, and then I would have met you
I wish I had the courage to face my feelings earlier
I wish I never had to make you shed those tears
I wish I never told you to love me just as a friend
I wish I had waited; maybe you will be right here
I wish you could see through my very white soul
I wish you were mine just like the sun in the sky

I pray you get to see the brightness in my love
I pray you forgive me for the silence in my heart
I pray you see we are two roads that never end
I pray you see we will make it through the storm
I pray you grow into me as I draw into your world
I pray you see that I will love you even when wrong
I pray you see that loving you is the perfect hope
I pray you hear the throbbing whispers in your heart
I pray this story ends with the blessings of heaven
I pray for forever as not just as a friend but my love


It was another beautiful morning in the city, Workers looking radiant as always
People strolling, Cars horning as pedestrians throttled along the Zebra crossing
The subway was crowded with the smell of early morning rush and sweat
Little did they know that there was a shadow lurking behind the bright sun?

The announcer’s voice towered over sound of luggage’s being dragged
Flight attendants smartly dressed hurried towards the boarding gates
Passengers sat patiently at the lounge, awaiting the call of the day
How could they have known that today will change their very lives?

Nineteen bearded men dressed in polo shirts scattered amidst the crowd
Each missing the silky feel of their long white robes and heavily woven turban
As they try to fit in with their newly bought Jeans and Sky blue snickers
They knew what was about to happen, their lives was fading as the clock ticked

People going about their work and children being dragged to school
It was the ninth hour of the Mane, The plane heading for a wrong land
Passengers struggled for their lives, calling their loved ones for the last time
They saw the rage in lurking in their eyes; the clothing couldn’t hide the evil

A Woman standing in the office, talking to her fiancé on the phone
As she stared out the spotless white glass, she saw it heading her way
She couldn’t mutter a word as her fiancé called out on the other end
Not a step could she take as the wall crashed on her, it was clearly too late

Buildings tumbling down the great heights, fire flying through the sky
Bodies rolling through the sky like the brutal fall of strong rain in spring
Oh what a sorry sight for a blind man, oh what a poison for the soul
Some watched with great tears, they could do nothing to save a life

Deadly cry of babies filled everywhere, smell of blood saturating the air
Heads missing the body buried under the crumbs of the fallen bricks
Some puffing out the last breath in them, hanging on for the very last time
Thunders of sadness roared everywhere, mourning voices everywhere

So many lives were lost along with nineteen men who thought it as fate
Not a year passes that we do not weep, for the lost souls of this day
The brave hearts that left us, even at the face of death some struggled
They linger forever in our hearts, as their thoughts dwell within us.

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Master's Touch

She was all alone, a dream again .But this time it was for real.
Struggling with bleeding hands, filled with painful hurts
Bounded by the rope of deceit, as it slits through her pounding vein
Stabbed by the steel of guilt, calling out with a soundless plea
An empty heart as dark as coal, with no rhythm to go with it
Stillness came upon her, wishing she had one more chance
To touch the hands at the other side, reaching out since she was born
Now she’s lost and battered, with filth over her head.

He watched as she wept, her grieve was like the fall of spring
Peaceful heart rejoiced for her, while lost she has found a way
Wasn’t it just like yesterday, when he took all the sufferings?
With a thin pointed piece, dealt to his spotless palms
Yielding up the ghost, while being hanged on a cross
If only she knew the marked scars, that he had for her sake
If only she looked deeper, to see his outstretched arms
As it longed to show her the way, and loving her despite all.

His head down and hers’ up, eyes collided with piercing burn
She knew she was home, but still couldn’t phantom it
He knew she was his, ready to change her down to the heart
There was a pleasant union, with both minds smiling anew
The dawn of a new rebirth, the come of a new sunshine
Who would have known, that freedom comes this easily
Who would have known, that she would be smiling again
He is the way, truth and life, she is the one he calls his own

I tell a tale of One

I tell a tale of one
Oh what a brave soldier
In thrall all she saw was hope
Struggling for the wings to fly
While bonded with chains of pains
The world very calm for her
Seeing what the future would be
She waited while depressed
What madness beheld her?
Why wouldn’t she take defeat?

I tell a tale of one
Oh victorious and strong
Crashing the foe with steel
Conquering with great ardor
She built her own people
With no enemies to feed on
Filled with joy they lived more
For the end to bondage has come
Who knew what would happen?
What would the future become?

I tell a tale of one
Land now noble and free
Our wings are spread in jubilation
Fifty years ago you soared and flew
Fifty years today we rise in riches
Your children now everywhere
Singing to your golden jubilee
Dancing to the drums of success
Laughing to the healthy rhythm
Oh Nigeria at fifty.

I tell a tale of one
A shore that is full of soil
Beaming like the sun in dawn
Fifty years ago planted a seed
Fifty years today reaping it all
with peaceful practice of love
together we stand as one
happy and fit everywhere
So our land be wealthy
Oh Nigeria at fifty.

Just when you think you are done..

I remember When I was younger, I just had the feeling that I wanted to grow up all fast. I hated high school and everything about it. I wanted to get into life and just enjoy full blown teenage years, it sure came but it wasn't what I expected at all.

I hate University also!! Don't get me all wrong, I love the idea of been educated but this whole process....Nah!0_0 What surprises me daily is the fact that I actually crave for those silly high school pranks and those silly childhood dances( It's so sad to know that they are just memories now), the same way I'm gonna want my University days back...Who Knows..

Just yesterday I remembered the first day I entered F.G.G.C Omu-Aran, I am pretty sure I must have shed enough tears to Flood a room. I merely thought that my Parents where so unfair for sending me to a school far away from home but now I can truly say that F.G.G.C gave me more life experiences than I would have gotten anywhere else(not that I would know though :) )

What is my point exactly? Just when you think you are done with one phase of life that you felt was so boring you get into a harder one that just makes the previous way better. Is it the trend of life or just the way the cookie crumbles? If there is something I have learnt this year, it is to LIVE EVERY MOMENT FULLY.

I am loosing myself in life but not loosing God along the way.

When ?

When the bible said let everything that has breath
It meant every little thing even at the face of death
When the word said ask and it shall be giving to you
It doesn’t matter how much it cost or even the value

When the psalmist sang to the lord a new song
He did it with a pleasant heart all day long
When the Israelites crossed the sparkling red sea
They had no clue of what the future would be

When Virgin Mary conceived of a child
She wondered how come but smiled
When the savior comes for you and me
I tell you no one will be able to foresee


Your clothes are flimsy as rags
With dirt’s that stench the air
Your skin are dry and creaky
Like a bread that lost its touch
Your mouth always quick to speak
With a voice sounding like drums
Despised in the land of everywhere
Wanted in the company of no one
Oh harridan avert from thy ways

Your heart is like the moon
borrowing the light of the sun
You feed on the happiness of men
Just because you hunger for war
You thirst for the blood of a child
So the mother will feel the ache
You wonder in the valley called pain
And find rest in the waters of gyp
Oh harridan repel thy doom to come

Your path leads to a destructive end
That smitten the lives of the innocent
Your thoughts are like soured milk
Leaving a tart taste to the soul of a lass
I cry out to you oh deceitful woman
Your end will be as bitter as gall
I bawl out to you oh vicious one
Your pit is as deep as an abyss
Oh harridan deter for your ruin is near


Oh gracious daughter of Aye
beautiful woman has come
queen of joy pleasing to thy king
Oh green eyed silent beauty
Voice as sweet as a kind heart
Eye brows as straight as an arrow
Oh great beauty of Aton
Fingers coated with melted gold
Shaped with a swarm like neck
Oh princess among many others
Resolute cheeks steady as gaze
Gleaming hair with colored locks
Oh woman as capable as a man
lips as bright as berry fondant
Eyes outlined with silver glimmer
Oh daughter dark and comely
Legs long like the harvestman
Waist as round as a circle
Oh queen of beauty and devotion
Won respect in history of women
As most beautiful in your time
Remembered for beauty and power

Beautiful Rose

Once upon a beautiful rose, a flawless round cherry
Dancing as the wind blows amidst the big white ferry
Something so harmless yet extremely hurtful
Someway so beautiful but still a hurdle
Fallen love, indeed a beautiful rose tale