WHEN THE VOICELESS SINGS...

... When the voiceless sings,
Know that he sings from the heart.
When the blind sees,
Know that he sees with the mind.

Those with ears are deaf to the rythm,
But strength would be given to the feeble.
The mind becomes an earing organ,
Silence would become the trending slogan.

...When the voiceless sings,
The wise would be drenched by the unspoken lyrics
The heart would skip at the sound of the silence
Only to the wise would it all make sense.

If the voiceless could sing,
Then the mind could see.
If melody comes from the heart,
Then insight would come from the mind...

See beyond your horizon!!!

THE WIFE I WISH I HAD episode (II)

I went straight into the room as soon as we got back home. She came into the room too a few minutes later with sluggish steps. Leaning on the door post, she just stared at me.

"Why are u staring at me like that?" I asked as I pulled off my shirt and singlet.

"You are so handsome." Her answer came a few seconds later. She said in a very soft and sexy tone.
 That's one appraisal I hear from her alone that blows away my sorrows. And I'm sure she knew the effect her sexiness had on me.
 
I smiled as I looked into her beautiful eyes that were running through my body lustfully. Then when she got closer, about three steps away, she fixed her eyes on mine.
 
"And that's why I'm proud that you are mine."
 
"I'm so privilege to have u as my girlfriend." My handsy hands were wide opened.
 
She came closer and we hugged. She leaned her left ear on my chest, and gently rubbed my back.
After about a minute or two of hugging and remaining still, my body chemistry changed drastically. She knew it too. Though I suspected hers too changed, but how would I know when no clear physical evidence could show it in ladies.
 
"Baby, we need to eat now, let me prepare something for us to eat okay?" She said, and gently pulled herself away from me.
She looked down on me to see my evidence. She smiled and gave me a sweet peck on my lips.
 
"I love you." She said as she slowly drifted farther away still looking at me. When she got close to the door post, she stopped and said, "baby, I will make the food snappy but first you need to relax, okay?"
I just nodded my head to admit to her opinion.
 
"Good boy."

I manage to smile because whenever she called me that, it always got me in a sweet spot in my heart. She left for the kitchen.
 
About two weeks later, we went to see my mum. She was happy seeing that my wife-to-be was so beautiful. She couldn't help but larvish praises on her. I just smiled feeling like the boss. I was happy that my mum liked her at first sight. She helped my mum in the kitchen, while myself and my two younger brothers sat in parlour, cracking jokes and laughing.
 
We all matched slowly outside when our stay was due. I walked with my mum, and my two brothers with Christie, I mean my wife-to-be.
 
"She is a good girl and will make a good wife too. Please make sure you marry her o nwa m." My mum said in a low tone as we got close to my jeep.
I smiled and nodded my head to assure her that I would do like she said.
Just then, my phone rang. It was my pastor...
 
Next episode here, stay tuned.

20 THINGS ABOUT INTROVERTS

 
I listed 20 things that I think people should know about introverts. These might just help you to truly understand your less talky colleague or friend.
But before I list the things, let me tell you who an introvert is.  Introversion is one of the major personality traits identified in many theories of personality. People who are introverted tend to be inward turning, or focused more on internal thoughts, feelings and moods rather than seeking out external stimulation. Now, sit tight and see the list.

1. I must have time to myself to get refreshed.
2. I like being around people, just not all the time.
3. I don’t talk much. But whenever I speak, I’m careful enough to select my words.
4. I’m a great listener. You can come up to speak to me anytime.
5. I enjoy being around outgoing people. It shows how social I can be at times.
6. I’m a likable person if you give some time for me to get comfortable around you.
7. Big groups are too much for me. I like being a part of smaller groups of people.
8. I like being with myself but I don’t want to be lonely.
9. I like deep conversations. Chit-chat is not my thing.
10. Since I’m a quiet person, I observe everything. I’ve seen and heard it all.
11. Weirdly enough, I work much better when I’m around people.
12. I don’t have enough courage to seek help. So, if I do, you know I genuinely need it.
13. Health, self-care and proper sleep are of big importance to me.
14. Saying yes to trying new things, without overthinking, is hard for me.
15. Parties and meetings tire me out. It needs maximum social interaction. Thus, I need extra time to regain my energy.
16. I like identifying as an introvert. But at times I do envy the friendlier people who can be the star of the party.
17. I try staying away from people I do not connect with. So, if I do give you my time, know that you’re special to me.
18. I’m actually not the most quiet person ever. I just speak when I feel like I have something to talk about.
19. Instead of having lots of people I do not like being with, I like having fewer friends who are special to me.
20. If you manage to gain my trust, I will support you forever. I’m one of the most loyal people you will ever meet.

Introverts are self-sufficient. But they do like being around people who are important to them. Instead of pushing them away, you can try to understand who they really are.

written by Anonymous

LIFE AND IT'S TWIST

I keep saying it and have even written things about it (the hustling and bustling of almost every Lagosian on a daily basis). Lagos is a very tough ground, I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your feet and leave you there if you let it.
A guy yesterday used himself as a case study to prove that most Lagosians are older than their ages because of stress. This stress goes on to everything we do. It was through God's intervention that we didn't start paying "owo-iri"(money for walking) because the rate at which area boys were going before Fashola gave them a sized coat, an average Lagosiian would have been paying dues daily.
The evening was cool yesterday as I hit the road to go back home. As usual, my struggling mode to fight for a space in the bus or keke was activated, and I was exercising my muscles like how wrestlers do to theirs before any wrestle..
I made a quick observation as soon as I got to the bus-stop to check if any fine babe was there so I could re-adjust my mode to a gentleman's 😁😁😁, but lucky me, the atmosphere was clear. Most people at the bus-stop were elderly women with big butt, and I knew I had to be swift to outsmart them.
Not more than three minutes into my exercise that a mini-bus of 7seaters arrived. That was the first test to know if I had exercised enough. Unfortunately for me, The bus stopped right in front of those women. I knew deep within me that my chances to become one of the the driver's passengers was very slim, but I made advancement towards the bus. As I stood behind the heavy butted women who were finding it difficult to get in, I observed one small creature's hand on my waist. I was shocked even before I looked to know who or what was that. Lo and behold, it was a man. I thought It was a little boy who was trying to secure at least a space for himself and his mum. I wanted to rebuke him, but then he spoke up. Omo! I looked again to see this time.

The man wasn't tall enough to get to the women's butts, and to worsen his plight, he was small. So I chuckled within me. "This man go see motor enter this night so?" Obviously, people will use his size against him. I didn't even know when I laugh out. Before I finished laughing, I noticed some people behind varnish with the speed of light; a keke had arrived. It was too late again for me to make a move because the keke was full even before I noticed his presence.

As I stood with a niggling wish that I was one of those passengers, I saw the small man sitting close to the driver. I didn't believe my eyes. How and why? I focused my sight on the man to be sure he was truly the one. it was him; the only small man with us at the bus-stop.
You see the twist of life? It happens every time!

Hey, do you see yourself as a small man/woman? Please don't anymore. Just like me, so many people who are big are full of themselves, but the only thing they have to offer is their size. Always stay alert and use swiftness against the big ones to utilize opportunities which surface every second.

TWISTS ARE PART OF LIFE!!!

I remain your creative writer, PensWorld!!!

TOUCH MY SOUL
It's being a while since I felt it this strong.
When my mind was a virgin and bore the mark of Christ.
I was advised to join the foundational school
To become one of the candidates of Heaven to know basis of our doctrine,
But I saw it as a privilege to
Be smart,
And have more reasons to play pranks
while being Blank
in my head.
All I knew was the letters
Since it was all I needed to pass the written examination.
Never did I bring the spirit close.
Didn't I?
YES!
It was just my emotions playing me
Especially when everyone was speaking in tongues.
For fear of being wrong
I always acted it up to feel among
And always recited those sweet words
I had written for that little damsel down the street.
Innocence left me that moment I was immersed in the water for baptism,
It was assumed that everyone was a Christian to have gotten to that stage.
Maybe the bible teachers weren't spiritual enough to have noticed my pretense,
Or they were filled with sentiments
to know that I had no predicate to make a complete sentence.
Or didn't they read about Lucifer?
I don't want to and won't blame anyone,
For not choosing my right.
But the bible teacher would have been truthful
To make bible
Their base even if the class was one soul full.
But they wanted multitude.
I started making researches on how to be un-baptized
But the flowing river
Had swept my innocence away.
Then I became like the head which wanted to cry
When it has already been cut off.
My quest to know what my dad knew as a man grew,
I mined it like it was the key to Heaven's gate
That I became a lad who became a man only on his waist.
Just days back
I felt innocent again.
That was when I knew that I really missed INNOCENCE.
I missed days when I could communicate with my soul
Which was the only thing that always made me whole.
But now my soul,
Do I even have one?
Maybe, Maybe not.
Having one makes me human
Heading towards damnation if I gat not Christ.
All I need is a touch to my soul.

TEARS IN MY DAUGHTER’S EYES XIII (THE END).

“…Your daughter’s illness is psychological. Her brain is really over working, she is simply not settled.” The doctor looked at us suspiciously after analyzing what was wrong with Kamsi. Neche obviously gave him a clue with her gestures that we weren’t having a peaceful home.

“…Our daughter is in this condition because of us. What don’t you understand baby, I’m a changed man. I swear with everything I am that I am truly! Believe me, please!...” I was talking right behind her as she walking as fast as she could in tears to the car. I was still talking when we got to where I parked. As soon as we got to the car, she pulled out the hook on her hair and pierced my left wrist with it. It was so painful that a sharp painful shout escaped my throat and then I gnashed my teeth as I watched how blood began to flow out. Everything happened within a blink of an eye. The whole of my body vibrated in fear after a cold vibe ran through it.

“Apart from this instant pain, there will be a scar. This scar is what I see when I see you, and I feel the pains the more when you ask for a come-back!” She screamed at the top of her voice in tears. ”Buchi, I hate you! And nothing will ever make me stay with you!”

Those were the words that broke the camel’s back. I stood brainwashed, frustrated, demoralized and condemned at a time coupled with the pain on my bloody wrist. Before my brain started analyzing what just happened, she was gone. I admitted that she didn’t just leave the clinic; she had also left my life. That was when I started feeling the real pain on my wrist. I looked around to check if anyone saw what happened. It was almost cleared but then I saw an old woman at a corner behind some flowers that pulled her eyes away when my gaze met hers. It was too late; she already saw the tears in my eyes. I zoomed off immediately I ignited the car engine.

Two days later, we signed the divorce document, and three days later, Kamsi was discharged from the hospital. I wasn’t a good father obviously, so we agreed that she would stay with Neche, her mother.

The sudden twist of life pushed me to hell. My house became a very large world that deep within my heart, a word thought of could echo. I had to face my fate. We all make mistakes; some are fatal like mine, while some could even be over-looked.

The tears in my daughter’s eyes brought me back to sanity, but wasn’t strong enough to erase the scars I crested in her mother’s heart. I actually repented too late. I became a single again; the worst

thing that could have ever happened to me.

My promotion was due after a month. I called Neche almost immediately the letter was given to me. She showed less concern unlike her usual self I used to know who would be so happy for my progress. Her act alone drained everything positive in me. My daughter became the only source of my happiness especially when we had the time to spend together. During one of the days when we should spend time together, she was moody as she stepped out of Neche’s apartment. I was confused and anxious at a time to know what was wrong.

“Is it true that you and mum have divorced?” Kamsi asked as she approached me.

I was speechless because I failed to fulfill my promise. I promised her that I was going to fix everything up so we would live happily again. But obviously, I had failed. She was disappointed; she nodded her head to prove that right before running back inside the house. She ran even past Neche who was at the door watching. That was what she always did whenever I came around to pick Kamsi. Neche and I stood where we were staring at each other for about a minute.

“I’m sorry.” That was all she said before closing the door.

I was shattered and bartered. Few weeks later, I started having traits of brain losses. This effect continued until I started becoming unconscious for days. And before I knew what was happening I saw Neche in tears close to where I was laid. I was shocked and confused. My head ached terribly as I tried to sit up.

“Doctor, he is awake now!...” I heard a voice distinctly, which wasn’t Neche’s, screaming; maybe a nurse.

My eyes were so weak to remain open that I felt like fainting. I noticed a nurse led weeping Neche out of the ward I was. I felt a sharp pain at the back of my palm; that was the last thing I knew happened to me before I became unconscious again.

Kamsi’s beautiful smile was the first I saw when I opened my eyes again. I smiled, although I didn’t know if the smile showed on my face. Before I asked her about Neche, I felt a warm touch on my shoulder.

“Buchi, I still love you. Please get well soon.” I knew that was Neche’s voice, but I didn’t believe she could say those words to me. That was the healing power which got me well faster than the doctors and nurses believed.

Some days later when I could at least sit and talk, Neche and Kamsi walked into my ward with lots of goodies.

“Dad, I chose this for you.” Kamsi pointed her favorite happy hour drink towards me.

“Thank you.” An uplifting smile grazed my face. I took a sip and returned the pack to her but she refused to collect it. She opened her little bag and brought out one and told me the one with me was mine. I laughed loudly but was careful enough not to make my head ache. I felt a soft tight but warm touch on my palm as I laughed. It was Neche’s.

For the first time in years, Neche kissed me. She started with a pecked before making it passionate. That was the peak of revival within me. Everything happened so fast, it was like someone pressed the reset button. I couldn’t believe it, but it happened.

I was stronger the next day which was this morning. Neche walked in alone in the morning. Kamsi had gone to school no doubt. She told me that I was laid from my work place due to my sickness but we are a family now. She has a new job and all their property are back in my house.  I was so happy how everything finally turned out good so fast: so fast I thought not until she told me that I had been unconscious for several weeks. It was strange but I had to believe it because it came from her. When I asked her what happened to me, she told me not to worry about it, and that she would tell me when she comes back with my lunch.

I’ve written this story quickly before my wife comes back with my lunch, although I don’t know why, how or when I got to the hospital, but she will tell me when she comes like she promised. When she does, I will include it in this diary. R. kelly’s “When a woman loves” has been on repeat since I started writing this story till now.

I swear the last the last thing I will ever think of in this life again is to raise my hand on my wife when I'm not crazy. Once bitten, twice shy.

THE END…                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

EVERYONE HAS LOADS EXERTED ON HIM/HER BY LIFE

 

We are all heading towards a destination; a destination that had been predestined before time. We have been given equipments to help us journey through life. But this equipments vary in the hands of their carriers. One might be given a large boat to sail through swampy and oceanic parts of life, but another, maybe no boat at all. He who has a large boat according to life's program is expected to help those who have none, unfortunately, greed and selfishness live inside of us. So most times, you will see a few men amongst millions out there sailing across the stormy seas and oceans alone leaving behind so many people whom they are meant to help. So these people, having no other option, have to try swimming across all by their effort. Needless to say here that most of them drown in the process. The few who made it will have a notion that life is a very hard and tough ground.

Actually, life is a very tough ground, and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to the ground if you let it. Improvision is always allowed in life, and the more flexible one is, the better and easier his journey through life becomes.

Inasmuch as life has its own loads exerted on us, we still bring upon ourselves unnecessary loads that weigh us down the more. We even go as far as being lazy, procastinate, hate, poke our nose into other people's affair, backbite, gossip, etc. Try running as fast as you can with a bag of cement on your head and lets see how far you can run with that. Can a bird fly carrying a load much heavier than it? Even if it claims to be strong, it won't fly to its maximum height. So come on, let them go. They worth nothing. Life has enough load for us to bear. Those things only exist to haunt down our progression,and  make us stagnant and fruitless.

I once worked with an engineering firm which rented an apartment for staff like me who lived miles away from the office. We were on our way back to the rented apartment from the office when the taxi we boarded broke down. After spending abour thirty minutes trying to fix his car, the driver was getting more confused. Some of us started losing our patience. And when almost all of us were done losing ours, the driver had no choice than to flag down any of his colleagues who could be of help. But unfortunately, all of them had no empty seat in their taxi. One of us who was conversant with the road said boldly that it would be difficult to get cab in that long lonely road, and besides it was around 6pm, most drivers would think it was a prank to get them robbed. He advised us to collect a little refund from the driver and trek it back home. Some of us negated his idea on the basis that the apartment wasn't close by. He collected his refund, so did I, and off we went. 

P.S: That guy and I embraced our fate and faced it.

We cracked jokes, laughed and played on our way. Sooner than we knew it, we were home. After about two hours, the other guys came back home one after the other, some were murmuring as they entered their rooms; they trekked home eventually.

One problem with those guys was that they decided wrongly, and actually got to their destination hour later.

I know people who dissappointed me after promising to make life easier for me, some debtors, haters, competitors etc. One thing I can never do is to be angry at them. Why should I be when life has on me enough loads to bear. Why punish, enslave and delay my movement with extra loads? I have simply learnt to keep burning like fire despite several attempts by fire fighters to quench me.

This life is no more a bed of roses like it was programmed to be. I saw an inscription on a bus, "cry your own cry." Contextually, it means everyone should deal with his/her fate, face your giant all by yourself. And when you get stung, shed a tear, it is allowed, but do not dwell on that mountain for long. Always learn to pick yourself up, fix yourself up, and push on. That is life.

PANT RULE

I need the mothers in the church to handle this.
Every parents/guardians should teach their children/wards, especially toddlers, very early on about PANTS rule.

Times have changed and the world has become a very sick place to live.
There are many paedophiles and rapist out there.
We can protect our children by arming them with the right information.

*PANTS*
*P* - Private parts are private. Nobody is permitted to touch it
*A* - Always remember that your body is yours and yours only.
*N* - No means no. Never yield to pressure.
*T* -  There are no secrets from Mummy/Daddy. If there is any attempt on you, please report it.
*S* - Say something, so we can do something about it.

Print out the PANTS rule, paste it on a wall in your house, recite it to your kids always until it becomes registered in their hearts.
#copied.
DEAR  PARENTS  &  GUARDIANS:  SEX ABUSE  IS  REAL.  LET'S  EDUCATE  OUR  CHILDREN  ABOUT  IT.

1. Daddy Chinedu will ask me to off my pant whenever I go to help him on errand. He is our family friend. His wife and children are no longer with him. I have not told my Mummy. I am 10.

2. Aunty Sade use to suck my penis and my little brother's own. I am 9, my brother is 6. Though we have packed out of the place.

3. I am 6, my brother use to have sex with me. I did not tell my Mum when I returned home. He did it four times.

4.  I am 10, my Daddy use to have sex with me anytime my mummy is not around. I have told my Mum, but she want to keep her home. One night I cried so much, because I don't like it. My mum packed to my grandma's place with me and my two siblings.
My father is pestering her to come back with us and if she refuses, he will come and take his children. Should we go?

5. At 13, I was introduced to lesbianism by my church member, she was 15, we we're both in a dance group. At 14 I gave myself to a dance group mate because I was drunk at his birthday party.
I am 15 now, I have two boy friends, they both have sex with me anytime they are in need or I am in need.
I took in but I aborted with a mixture of codine+water+ Chelsea+alabukun powder.
I had given my life to Jesus many times, but the desire for sex and the group of friends I keep has kept me out. Though I am not a cultist but 80% of my friends belong to one cult or the other.
Finally, my lesson teacher want me to use sex to make up for my lesson fee.

6. I am 11, my 15 years old cousin in college use to have sex with me. Something like pap use to come out of my penis. I don't know what it is.

7. My elder brother and I use to have sex with our cousin staying with us. I am 9, he is 12, she is 10. Our parent are traders, they always return late.

8. My elder sister did it twice with me and something like
Pap came out of my penis. I am 13, she is 15 in Jss 1.

These eight stories ain't fiction. As a matter of fact, they are true life experiences discovered on the field these past two weeks.

Please, let your children be aware of their BODIES and the implication of any VIOLATIONS or ABUSE on them. Ask them questions and be their friend.

I am too heartbroken for words right now !!!. I can't do this alone. We all must be passionate about EDUCATING our Children about SEX ABUSE. Let's join hands together to SAVE our children &  the younger generation.

*THIS  IS   TRUE  &  VERY  REAL !!!!*

Hey you there,
Why are you here,
In this trapped cell,
A place of rottenness,
A place of bitterness.
Let go of unforgiveness.

Is a cage of destiny,
Is a barrier of progress,
Is a destroyer of beauty,
Is the grandeur of loveless.
Let go of unforgiveness.
This disease smells,
It sickens the spirit,
The soul repels
The love's validity.
Let go of unforgiveness.
This disease is no respecter
Of colours nor races,
Is a trap of the devil.
Why are you still robe in it,
Is not a garment of praise,
Is a garment of sorrow,
Don't wear it friends,
Let it go...
The remedy for this disease,
Is to love your neighbours,
As yourself as commanded.

written by David Chukwudi Njoku

IN THIS LIBRARY

In this library,
All passages leads
To depth of discoveries.
Each of the passages has
Its potency for much growths
And reductions-
According your quest.

In this library,
Whether ancient or modern,
Major purpose is the search
For knowledge.
Some come for ancient Greek mythology,
Archeological while some scientific research.
In this library,
Untold mysteries are yet to be discovered,
Many seekers come with much inquisitions;
Some end up become scholars
While others become academic'Radicals.'
In this very library,
Lie our Salvation-
Buried, hidden and starched
Away in a Book so close...
Yet we languish in pain,
Make sorrow our relations,
Dine with impoverishment,
Not knowing that our liberation
Is before us.
In this library,
Have we all the answers
To stop war and violence,
Right there in homes,
Our personal libraries are trodden,
Kept like refuse bin
While we refuse to search out
For remedies to end the war and violence.
In this library,
Have we the rudiments
To live a glorious life
As it was in the garden of Eden.
But we neglect the Book of the Law
That gives life eternal
And choose to speak guile of it.
In this library,
Are found books of all kinds
That emanated from the Book of the Law,
They mend and destroys,
But the Book of the Law
Speak life eternal
With every good that life gives.
Only the wise and pure in heart
Can search out the glory in it.
All Rights Reserved
May 3, 2018

written by David Chukwudi Njoku

*THINGS THAT CAUSE REGRET AT OLD AGE*

When younger we make various choices without the future in mind. Sometimes those choices bite us in our mid-life. These are some of the things one might regret when they're older.

  

1. *Marrying the wrong person*

When you're young, check your motives for marrying. Don't marry to copy your peers, or for social standing or out of pressure. Marry for love and companionship, marry the right person, marry your best friend. For if you marry the wrong person or for the wrong reasons, you will have to put up with that person the rest of your life. Things might get worse between you two; then depression, physical abuse, affairs, pain, shame, court cases, bitterness will define your mid-life years all because you chose the wrong one. Things will get worse when children are involved. Make the right choice of a spouse when you are young.

2. *The opportunities you did not seize*

When you are younger many doors will open, you will get many chances. Many young people let these opportunities go because of fear, laziness, or pride; yet well younger and with more energy is

the best time to start a venture and a name for yourself. Some think the opportunities are too big for them. Take advantage of them or one day when you're older you will want to go back and grab those missed chances.

3. *The bridges you burned*

When we are younger, we care little for relationships, what most think about is getting money and moving up the ladder of success at all cost. Many use and trample on people to progress, they take

relationships for granted, messing up bonds, sleeping with people for personal gain. But these bad actions will catch up with you ahead. When you will realize how empty life is without love and friends. When you will have success but no one around you or no one to trust you.

4. *The child you aborted*

You are a young lady, you get pregnant and you are scared. You take the aborting option quickly thinking of that moment then. But when you are much older, you will look back and wish you kep

t that baby. When you will be rich and successful you will wish that child you gave up on would be around to enjoy the fruits of your hard work. Being a single mother doesn't mean you can't make it in life or you can't find a man in future.

5. *The child you rejected*

Young man, you impregnated a woman, she told you she's pregnant with your child. You rejected her and the baby and ran. But years later when you're 50 something, you will wish you were responsible,

you will wish you manned up and became a father to that child. You will see that child excel and become an adult but will have no claim to that grown child who you rejected from the beginning. You will regret being a Dead Beat Dad by choice

6. *The marriage you destroyed*

So you get married to your good fiance; the first months in marriage were good but shortly after, with

your money and charm, you started having affairs. You became unfaithful. Your spouse begged you to stop, your children started hurting, your marriage was collapsing. One day when you are older, it will hit you how foolish you were to destroy the good marriage you had began to build for mere temporary thrills in affairs that did you no good. You will realize the damage you caused to your children and spouse.

7. *The God you disowned*

When you are much older you become wiser, God becomes more real as you see life in a more meaningful way. But don't wait to get older to start enjoying a relationship with God. Know God

when you are young, build your future with God. Don't be a young rebel who runs back to God when age catches up.

8. *The body you messed*

You have only one body to live with all your life. The cigarettes, the alcohol you are abusing, the drugs you are taking, the unhealthy food you're consuming; all that will destroy you slowly. When you are 50 and lifestyle diseases catch up with you, you will wish you took care of your body when younger, that you exercised more; but now the damage is done.
 

9. *The time you wasted*

The time you are wasting when younger in worry, wrong relationships, laziness, being a couch potato, giving excuses and pursuing meaningless things; you will never get it back.

10. *The dreams and talents you shelved*

Are you talented when young; are there things you love to do and you are good at them? Nurture those talents, exploit them, don't give up even if you encounter set backs, don't give up on your

dreams. If you give up, when you're older you will look at your peers who stuck to what they love and made it and think to self, "That could have been me". Pursue a career, study a course you love. Don't waste years of your life in a field that doesn't fulfill you.

11 *The name you defamed*

When you are older, a legacy is very important, the value of your name is crucial. You will ask yourself what is your reputation, what are you leaving behind? Your legacy is a sum total of your actions since youthful days. We write our biography by how we live life everyday. When you look back your path and you see the mud you threw at your own name, the shame you attracted and the little value you have added to the world; you will regret.

12. *The wealth you threw away*

Are you riding on good money during your productive years? Earning good money? Don't throw away that money in clubs, reckless living and wasteful shopping. Invest with that money, widen your revenue stream, make that money work for you and keep it safe to take care of you in your older years. Leave an inheritance for your loved ones so that you will never say "I wish I knew better"

13. *The good love that got away*

Is there that great person in your life loving you good? Don't push that person away, or else that person will walk out your life and you will never ever find someone that incredible and who connects

with you all your life. It will torment you to grow older with thoughts of "What if I was still with that person?"

14 *The parents you despised*"

When younger, it is easy to show contempt to your parents; what do your parent's know? They are old-fashioned, shady and small -minded. But your parents are still your parents whether you agree with them or not, whatever their style. Don't let your parent die or age separated from you, reconcile and make up. When you get older, you will realize why your parents wanted to be close to you. The older you get, the more you see the value.

Written by Anonymous