Happy new year.Lmao, Some people are like “com’on its february”.Well i know but the last time we spent some time was last year and i only wonna break the silence in a very appropriate way.
Long Story short.After my Conversion on AUG 19th 2012, I not long after answered the call to serve in the Ministry.If God ever Speaks to you den u sure get it.He told me what he had called me to do ~Preach.I do so on Facebook atleast 4times a week.We taking over Social Networks too. 🙂
Above is a Fbook Message i recieved from an old friend staying somwer in Europe.For the first 2 seconds i CRIED.Astrid? Who would have thought? Im indeed blessed to be a Blessing and i’m glad i make impact in my own little way.Feel free to get in touch with me If you wonna Walk with Christ.Believe me its
Awesome . Sorry , Amazing. See, im still looking a better word.Its SWEET.You are not for 1 second regretting it believe me you.
We would hqve time to talk about every challenge and how u can COME OUT.Oh yes u will.Waiting to hearing from you.
All my Love
Seems like forever (i know).I trust every one is doing OK.Despite the “no post” period,i noticed after checking the page’s stats this morning that a lot of you have been checking the page.Thanks for you loyalty.And for the silence,i can explain.Who want’s to listen?? Thing is after my B-day i struggled from one struggle to the other.Then i met a man who restored my energy,peace ,in fact,He restored all i ever lost.Especially my thoughts.My life became NEW.”I MET JESUS” Yes I’m now “BORN AGAIN” You know how it is when u find somebody so sweet. I completely forgot i had people who love to read from me at least twice a week.I’m sorry.It would not happen again.*crosses her heart* seriously!
Hence forth,I’d be feeding you with the word.When the word comes out,you would find peace ,have hope,courage and strength to carry on.Remember,society today,has a way of exhausting and stressing us out.We need God,to help us through.That said,stay blessed and pray always.
News Flash ,i’m 23 today lol.Today is my birthday.Aug 18.Hummmm.Honestly i’m very happy.Everything seems to be going my way.The heavens know it’s my day.Super stress free.It’s not like i ran outta quality time ideas but this year has to be different.No clubbing.Lunch with a few friends,photo shoot and that’s it.The text messages i received are awesome and the ones still coming as always is the case,would just complete my day.I had text messages from pple telling me,”Astrid ur’e a star.If only you can listen to ur dreams and follow them then history would have u in it’s records” Damnn my cheeks are pink,orange….u name it.The bad thing is ive never physically seen my birthday partner.Never.One day i will.I’m not giving up on the search.
Another one said “you are a beautiful person with an amazing heart,pls stay the same” (i’m staying the same darling).Pheeewww i’m stunned.Too many pple are expecting much from me.You know it’s hard don’t you.But for sure i would deliver.I have already taken my resolutions ,as i do er year and this year i’m staying positive,strong,loving and special.I’d invest more in ma relationships(not love relationships oh abeg) as a lot of them are healthy.I’m a big woman and for sure i should be acting as such.I need more time for me.I still need to discover me.People seem to be seeing those things i don’t see abt me.lol Funny!
Loving the tiny bow
Each time my bday comes up,i strive to be the first to give maself a birthday Gift.And this year,i left my university area(village) and went to town (Yaounde) for some shoe shopping.I got myself 3 pairs of flats.If you know me,u would agree,”heels don’t love me”.My large feet just don’t co-operate.Lol.Please don’t laf.Allow me to wallow in self pity(for the last time tho’)
These are actually my best of them all. 🙂 (blue and tiger skin bow)
And that’s my orange bed sheet,where i placed the flats to take shots of them.I dressed my bed with it today for a reason.I wonna keep shinning like a star.
And then i had a surprise from my sister’s boo.I was hoping to spend my bday with them in the Uk but 😦 plans failed.He sent me this lovely Louis Vuitton hand bag.I wasn’t surprised (he has a huge taste for female fashion)Over all,i’m veryy happy.Please pray for me to be a better person .And yea if you find my bday partner please put me through such a person.
“I was in a Mall shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy who couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.. The Cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ”Uncle, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” I counted his cash and replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.” The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister…” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, “I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me.” “I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy, “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” ‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough.’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to but a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.” I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever… The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.”
I woke up this morning and didn’t even do my morning devotion.I turn on my laptop and after stumbling on this,I’m asking myself tons of questions.It’s really amazing how kids think these days.Yes he was sending a doll to his sister(dead).He didn’t care she was anyway,all he knew is his mom was going to deliver his parcel safe to his sister thanks to God who made available the money via the good Samaritan he bumped into.Kids have a pure mind,void of all sorts of negativity.Now he lost his mother and sister thanks to a Drunk Truck Driver.Off course he knew the story but he didn’t mention it to the good Samaritan.Most children (well brought up)don’t know how to hate.Their minds are far from that.Exactly how we too should be and the world would be a better place.It had dawned on me many times that hating people only sickens the heart.
By the way,who are we to hate people.My mum always tells me it’s better to say you dislike someone’s attitude and since you have flaws as well ,it’s either you cope with theirs just like they cope with yours or you quit.
However this story has a huge impact on me and i couldn’t resist sharing.KEEP YOUR LOVED ONES CLOSE.DEATH HAS NO ALARM CLOCK.
Have a great day and i hope you learned something.The story is already too long i didn’t want to write much for fear of boring you guys.
God bless you.xx
I know,I know, i have been quiet but u have no idea.I’m preparing for some exams but oh well I’m making all that up in no time.
Ok,if you know me,then you’ll agree i like giving explanation to every “petit” thing.I love fashion.I really do but thing is i’m lazy.I hope i get a stylist and all i have to do is pik up the dress and put it on.However,i can’t afford that now 😦 .Not withstanding,i love very trendy women.I just love to see people looking colourful and super sweet.You don’t have to sweat too much to get Ur desired look,i think all you need is “Technique”.
Sneaking through people’s photos on facebook (lol if u hav a problem with that use the privacy option)is what i do in ma spare time.This however led to me to a lovely young gurl’s photos.I love her sense of style.Good news is she shared some tips with us.And yes i must mention,She’s a
Saker Rat SAKERRETTE.Now read on and enjoy…
ASTRID INSPIRE: Hi gurl,can you pls briefly introduce urself?
MISS YOLANDA: Well I’m Yolanda,i was born and grew up in the SW province in Cameroon but I traveled to the USA and I’ve been here for almost 5years now.No lie i miss home but I stay representing my country. I’m a second year student in Tarrant County College..I’m super friendly and have a great sense of humor but that doesn’t mean i don’t get mad,but when I do, I try to sort it out with the person involved. Last but not least I’m in a serious relationship with…..FASHION !Lol i mean i’m still growing,I’m not perfect with it but I’ve gotten a lot of compliments from people telling me they like my style.Some of my pics have gotten into a few fashion pages such as the fashion bomb & Art becomes you,well I’m humbled.I plan to do a lot with my fashion life but I will end here..
ASTRID INSPIRE: Wow ,so Miss Yolanda,how would you define your style?
MISS YOLANDA: I really don’t have a particular style ehhh,lol but uhmmm let me think, I can go from tomboy look,to classy,to sophisticated,to simple or chic! It all depends on the occasion and the season. I’m also very fun of colors a.k.a (color blocking)! I hate matching stuff it makes the outfit look boring! So I will just tell you I don’t have a particular look I stick with,you can see me wearing anything coz I love to dare and try new things!
ASTRID INSPIRE: Your all time Fashion icon??
MISS YOLANDA: I am my own fashion icon! cocky much ??lol but seriously I look up to lots and lots of fashion pages on facebook for inspiration. Art becomes you was where I got my Camsa dress idea from and now it’s news! Lol big shoutout to Idylle Epangue for the creativity.But most at times I come up with my own fashion ideas though..
ASTRID INSPIRE: Your 5 top fashion designers?
MISS YOLANDA: I really don’t know alot of fashion designers coz I have one at home lol.My mum is my fashion designer! She is a seamstress and has been for over 30years now! she sews some of my dresses like the (black and yellow dress) I wore for Camsa and wouldn’t let me go out looking wack even when I’m going to drop her off to work!Sometimes i think she’s going too far with it*rolls eyes* lol but hey it only makes me want to do better. But fashion pages on Facebook like the Shoe Gawker,Skinny hipster & Art becomes you to name a few helps me too though.
ASTRID INSPIRE:(i wish i were ur mom u know,She gets all the credit). What body parts of yours do you admire most?
MISS YOLANDA: I admire every part of my body,it took me a while but i’m growing to love myself more and i expect everyone to do so too
ASTRID INSPIRE: (Phewwww,i love ma bum and my other body parts are noticing and getting jealous lol).So tell us Miss Yolanda what to u,are a gurl’s 3 top must-haves?
MISS YOLANDA:Body fragrance (A girl must look/smell clean at all times),have nice shoes and some good oil for her skin(not a fan of bleaching at all at all) lol
ASTRID INSPIRE:(I hate bleaching too,it’s such an unpleasant transformation) A word to girls who aren’t comfortable in their skin(Pay attention ohhh)
MISS YOLANDA: Sometimes the idea of people can consume you and make you feel worthless but if you know your worth,you wouldn’t let all that get to you. So i always say know your worth and don’t care what anyone thinks of you unless they think you’re pretty lol! but if someone calls you fat or ugly (2 dangerous words you should NEVER call a girl) ,tell them perfect girls aren’t real and real girls aren’t perfect ok?most of these “plum shape & super gorgeous” celebs we see on TV go through needles & plastic surgery to look perfect so be glad you ain’t plastic
ASTRID INSPIRE: (Hehe i’m glad i ain’t plastic.Hope you are tooo 🙂 )Any website,page or blog we can catch u on to view more of you??
MISS YOLANDA: Oh yea ,i have a page, Finest Cameroonians on Facebook,I own it along with my homeboy Luda Ice, so check it and don’t forget to like, lol I mean I try to stay positive and I’m loving the positive feedback from people which means they’re inspired and we’re humbled to know that. Also check out Cathy and Yoyo’s fashion corner.my friend @Cathy Raymond put me into it and we’re working together,you can also add me on my personal facebook page http://www.facebook.com/rkaarings for more of my styles.I really enjoyed the interview hence the reason i wrote a book in the name of responses lol thank you for this and i pray you go higher with it !
I spent all morning wondering if anything like that exists and I came to a conclusion that you could never get a 100 %. Especially when you are looking for a hundred percent in a prospective partner. I’m sure we have once written a list or two, mentally or for real, listing qualities we want “our perfect man” or “perfect woman” to possess. Some physical qualities, some character qualities. My perfect man smiles and laughs alot, he loves to hug, always listens and gives alot of gifts! (might as well be Santa). I’ve written a list too, not once, not twice cos as I grew older I had to edit the list.lol.
I tended to have a different view on things; I began to have different values. I edited “funny” for a “good sense of humor” cos honestly, I don’t want a clown! I took out “playful” and put in “mature”….and I’m sure I added “generous” and “God fearing” about a dozen times.lol. What was this whole list about? Finding the “perfect” man- One of the greatest journey’s on earth. We have so many books on how to find one. We have so many blogs about quickie ways to getting one (10 ways to get a good man, how to spot a good man, how to keep a good man). Your mum and friends might have chipped in a few, but honestly have you found one yet? Perfect man, Perfect woman, Perfect anything???
You are looking for a 100% on whose standards? Yours??? ha ha ha. That makes me LMAO! Cos if u look at yourself, you are nowhere near perfect. Take a good look at yourself, C’mon, don’t be shy…do u see that flabby tummy? or those short stocky legs? Or that big nose that just won’t go away? And here you are with a list from here to there mentioning how cute n handsome u want he/she to be like; d perfect waistline, d perky boobs (pardon me), d straight legs….n d long hair that goes on forever…hmmm?.That’s for chemistry.
How about character? u want someone who is patient, kind, generous, good sense of humour, intelligent, God fearing…..basically, all the things you are not! On your own scale, weigh thyself. Are you perfect yourself? Are u kind? N generous? N understanding? Are u all that and a bag of chips? Even if u seem to be perfect in front of people, what about that great flaw u hide? Doesn’t that dent your sleek perfection? Tut tut!
If I had the man I listed in my diary, id be single till eternity, and posterity will never forgive me! That list was an error. Kind of. If I had THE PERFECT MAN, I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I wouldn’t appreciate it and my self esteem would plummet. Imagine someone who never goes wrong! Who u can never quarrel with? Who never annoys u? I’d go bonkers! Someone who is 100%? Oh no. That I do not need. I’ve looked at my flaws and all; I honestly cannot measure up to a 100% man. And I doubt that anyone is a 100%, not to talk of measuring up to one.
So I ditched perfect and went for the IDEAL man! N I feel like he is 150% cos he makes me feel like im 150% too. He doesn’t do all the right things, NEWSFLASH! I don’t either. He has given me a new list to work on. He made my list seem incomplete cos there were qualities I didn’t know I wanted from a partner that I cannot live without and he does have flaws that I can live with, and I have some quirks that he can tolerate. Together we can create the perfect 100%!
If u feel u find someone that makes u happy but 80%? or 95.2%, go for it. You can get on your knees and ask God to help you add the remaining that isn’t there. And while u are at that, Pray for yourself too, for God to add your remaining (???) percentage.
PS :The question isn’t whether you or he/she is perfect. The true question which you should be asking is, “Are we perfect for each other?
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Hi Blog Fam, So how’s every one’s week end coming/going?Good i presume.It shouldn’t start off like mine.Read on:
Happy me this morning.That’s my Lil niece(baby Daniela).I manged to get her open her eyes.She hates camera flash.
So i left Douala today for Yaounde.Took a taxi to Douche.After queuing for a whole hour just to get myself a ticket(ticket i would pay for oh,nobi dash/free),smashed by very impatient people(like it was a flight they wanted to catch),sweating like from a race and u name it..
I normally travel with Buca voyage but till now i can’t account for the sudden mind change.Talking about the journey…hum mm.I’ve never seen a “tight” VIP Bus and there i was sited next to a man(in his late 40s) by my calculation,but I’m quite certain he wasn’t any less than that.He spent his time sleeping on my soft shoulder,i was practically unable to move,as earlier said,the bus was TIGHT.OH well that’s that.Finex,it wasn’t good doing business with you so you shall see no more of me.Good thing is i had a safe,wonderful trip.And i saw my elder brother 🙂 after …what??Yes 3months(even though we school in the same town).We are busy handling our different businesses.
Thinking that was good bye to my wahala of a trip,at MVAN i start flagging cabs/taxis “300 camair”,”camair 300″,hehehhe they just passed like i was an oyibo/sara/whitewoman.Since they always expect them to bid higher.Talking to myself “so this people want me to pay 500??lie lie,my back nover start hot”(pidgin English),Plus my shoes were so comfy,as I’m always in flats.However i gave up the “300fcfa” bid and finally sat my big “nyash” comfortably at the front sit of a bamileke man’s taxi.I could tell his tribe from his phone conversation in his mother tongue.Don’t ask if I’m bamileke.I’m not,*covers face*I’ve dated two bamileke guys.Only for the driver to say “madam s’il vous plais je porte deux personnes devant”,meaning i should rather sit behind as he wouldn’t comfortably carry two people at the front sit,in fact meaning I’m fat(as though it was right to do so)SMH.Do you think after all my day’s stress i answered him??Hell yes you’re right i didn’t even blink.
Finally i get to camair.Journey hasn’t ended.I need to take a bus to SOA(where my university is found) and just as i approach the loading bus,the “motor boy”/”chargeur”/”convoyeur”,rudely and harshly interrupts me,”Hey madame plus 100franc sur ton tarrif pour ta valise”(plus 100frs added to my fair for my traveling bag/box).Chaii God did i argue?Couldn’t he be more polite?However ,”na them get park”.I kept my calm,and mounted the even very dirty as usual bus.Approaching soa,sonel has done their usual,total black out,it’s been like that since 2pm,testified a fellow passenger.Today nobi my day i concluded.I live on the last floor of a four story-building hostel.How do i start climbing in darkness,approximately 50stairs??These landlords too should be considerate ah ah.With all this weight??By now u should be pitying me isn’t it?Don’t worry,it’s sweet to be a lady.My neighbor was downstairs at the time of my arrival and he helped me up.”box heavy soteh,e no fit talk(if you know me,then you would agree,i like cargo.weti be my own,nebi u want woman??lol i didn’t say anything.
Finally i’m home.The lights just came.I’m all alone and the only person/people i could share this story with is you guys.
PS:The devil you know is better than the angel you just met
Thanks for reading and when you wake up,pray for a “good and stress free” day.I didn’t do so.
A man walks into a pharmacy, buys one condom, then walks out of the
store laughing hysterically. The pharmacist thinks this is weird,
but, hey, there’s no law preventing weird people from buying
condoms. Maybe it’s a good thing.
The next day, the man comes back to the store, purchases another
condom, and once again he leaves the store laughing wildly. This
piques the interest of the pharmacist. What’s so funny about
buying a rubber, anyway? So he tells his clerk “If this guy ever
comes back, I want you to follow him to see where he goes.”
Sure enough, the next day the laughing customer is back. He buys
the condom, starts cracking up, then leaves.
The pharmacist tells his clerk to go follow the guy.
About an hour later, the clerk comes back to the store.
“Did you follow him? Where did he go?” asks the pharmacist.
The clerk replies, “Your house.” *pause* Pharmacist collapses
Lol hahahahah,”curiosity killed the cat”,is all i can say.Thought i should share before going to bed.
One thing i have managed to keep is my sense of humour.I’m not saying i’m super funny oh but atleast i’m fun to be with.I lie?? Alorss, i can hear you scream “nooooooooooo”Ok that’s enough.Moreover , each time i listen to or read an interesting story which cracks me up ,next thing i do is draw a moral lesson.Look what i found.Read this:
A young couple got married and went on a cruise for their honeymoon.
When they got back home the bride immediately called her mom,
who lived three hours away.
“Well, darling,” said her Mom, “How was your honeymoon?”
“It was wonderful, and so romantic. We had a great time,” said
the bride, but as soon as we got home he started using really
horrible language. Words I have never heard before. Really
horrible four-letter words! You’ve got to come get me…PLEASE.”
Then the bride began to sob over the phone. “PLEASE, mom come get
me!” begged the bride.
“But honey what did he say, what 4-letter words, you have to tell
me what’s troubling you,” said her mom.
Still sobbing the bride said to her mother…”Words like….DUST,
IRON, COOK, WASH
Where I’m from ,the man would kindly call his in-laws and ask for a refund of his bride price,Yes,what then is ur marital contribution?All he needs to do is eaves drop(Eavesdropping is the act of secretly listening to the private conversation of others without their consent).No man wants a lazy woman.Women are generally productive beings,since time “ab initio” (from the beginning of time).This civilization which has turned women into “femme d’affaires” is doing more harm than good oh.However nobody is saying you should be a slave ,but the little things you do would consequently keep ur man happy.Did i mention i’m from Manyu Region?And proud to be?How i do forget?That’s my native dish.Water fufu and eru(with sum bush meat) and since i pray i marry a bayangi (my tribe)man,he would definitely enjoy.So who’s brother is the lucky one??lol.No maid can cook for my husband to be,except i’m on a journey.In fact i would stock my fridge BEFORE LEAVING.I shouldn’t contribute to my own husband’s mind drift.lol.I’m not being paranoid,i’ve seen it happen.Ever heard of “LE VENTRE ET LE BAS VENTRE?Go figure.Let alone not wash his clothes?It takes no skin off your nose sweedy.Some very rich women have lost thier husbands simply because they were lacking domestically,and hence lived lonely lives.Money isn’t everything.Some are still even ignorant and don’t know how to keep their men(however ignorance is bliss)lol.I would not breathe in a dirty house because I’m waiting on some maid.Never.Imagine your “Guy” appeared at a common lunch with friends or colleagues with a twisted shirt on.How would you react/feel??(of course he can iron himself),but we know men and their carefree nature,blame falls back on us.I can’t afford to get married and disgrace my mother in my marital home oh,pleasseee she taught me better and you should do same.
You may want to read,this article i found.What’s a woman (married) void of the the ability to cook,dust,iron and wash????My mum always says:It’s my cooking that keeps Him.You should know who “HIM” is of course.So married or unmarried ,what for you,keeps him(boyfriend or husband) coming?
What’s your take on the issue???
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