Showing posts with label Diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Diary. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 January 2019

How Do I Get Myself To Canada / Australia / New Zealand?




How Do I Get Myself To Canada / Australia New  zealand is not the first thing that should come to your mind but what are you coming  to do,  is your skill needed etc ?

Do a proper research about your plans,  weather, jobs before starting your application.
 All information needed can be found here :
www.canada.ca
www.australia.gov.au
https://www.immigration.govt.nz

If you have any questions,  I'm here for you🤗

Wednesday, 2 January 2019

Reason For My Absent...



Good morning dearies!

I'm so sorry for the long silence,
I can't say it was intentional, i went back to school plus work and my young family.
That`s why I have to stay low in other to find myself. But I'm back now!  🤗

Sunday, 15 December 2013

I was Poor, a Prostitute but God showed me love - Faith 3

                                               

Years past , we got use to our life, I was in school, so were my brothers, my mum was doing good in her business... The DPO was extremely good to us, visits us from time to time, pays my school fees as promised, He became part of us.

On my 16th birthday, He (DPO)visited, after the party, he asked for my mum's permission to take me out, my mum accepted, we left, He took me to a gift shop, bought somethings for me, I felt soo special. He said he wanted to change his clothes so from there we went to his house, I wanted to wait in his car, but he said I should come inside the house and wait as he changes his clothes, I accepted, we went inside (It wasn't my first time of coming to his house).

Saturday, 14 December 2013

Faith's journey continues.... part 2

                                                    
Days after my mum was bailed, the DPO visited us, He met my mum outside in her shop, my mum gave him some plantain, he was eating and talking with my mum when i came out of our house, i greeted him, he answered and asked me where i was coming from, i told him that i was inside the house changing my school uniform, he looked surprised and ask where is your house, i replied behind you Sir, he said, in that zinc, i said yes Sir, that's our house,  he didn't say anything, after eating the plantain, he asked my mum, how much , my mum smiled and said, do you think that i will ever collect money from you even if you eat plantain here throughout this year, we all laughed and he left...

For many weeks, we didn't see him, my mum saw him in a dream and in the morning, she was telling us about her dream (can't remember what it was all about), when i came back from school that day, she sent me to his office, she gave me some plantain to give him, she said i should ask him if all is well with him because she saw him in her dream that day. I went to his office, he was very excited to see me, he asked me about my brothers and mum, i told him what my mum said and all, He smiled and said that he is fine, that its just that he has been busy. After some minutes, I left, got to the house, i told my money what he said. She said OK.

I was Poor, a Prostitute but God showed me love - Faith 1

                                       
A blog reader sent me this to share with you guys, its very long but you will enjoy it...

Hi Juliet,

Good day, how have you been, I love your blog and i have been following you for sometime now, I just wanna share this story with your readers because i believe it will motivate someone...


My name is Faith, I am 35years, I lost my dad at the age of 3years, as at that time my mum had just 3kids.
After my dad was buried, his people made away with everything he had, nothing was left for us, we moved to the village cos our house was sold by my uncles.
We got to the village, my dad younger brother, wanted to marry my mum, at the initial stage but my mum refused but after much pressure from his relations, she accepted and they got married, she became my uncles second wife, the first wife , had 2girls as at that time, and my mum came in and had 2boys(twin), that was when the real battle started, by then , i was 7, my step mother didn't wanna ever see us , she will always accuse of one thing or the other, that was how they were (step-mum and my mum) living like cat and rat until my uncle also died(by Accident)

Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Diary of Erika... (A Sweeper)...

   
J - what is your name?

E - Erika

J - What do you do?

E - Am a sweeper...

J - Why choose such a job?