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They can be original post, new or ones you have done before. If you are lucky, your post will be read out as a video for post of the week.You can write about whatever you want could be a poem, story, opinions etc…. There is no word limit as well just send in your stories and I shall look forward to reading them and putting them on my blog 📚.
We all can run the world💪
Faithful C. C👥

Building Bridges

Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch.

Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.
One morning there was a knock on John’s door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s toolbox. “I’m looking for a few days work,” he said.
“Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?”
“Yes,” said the older brother. “I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That’s my neighbor, in fact, it’s my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I’ll go him one better. See that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence – an 8-foot fence – so I won’t need to see his place anymore. Cool him down, anyhow.”
The carpenter said, “I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I’ll be able to do a job that pleases you.”
The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day.
The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing.
About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer’s eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped.
There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge… a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work handrails and all – and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand outstretched.
“You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I’ve said and done.”
The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other’s hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. “No, wait! Stay a few days. I’ve a lot of other projects for you,” said the older brother.
“I’d love to stay on,” the carpenter said, “but, I have many more bridges to build.”

We should help angered people build bridges and not fences. We shouldn’t be so fast to tear down relationships and disembody careers and future aspirations.

My dear reader, I would want you to remember this, building fences give limit and restraints to Love, but the thinnest bridge reminds those that once passes through of the help and unity of yesterday, the joy of today and the hope of tomorrow.A broken bridge can make a FRIEND become FOE

Let us build bridges and not fences

Faithful C. C👥           Elaborated this📚🔒

​LESSONS FROM A DONKEY



My mum sent me this article on one of the social platforms, she had me read this aloud to her hearing not because she hasn’t read it, but because she wanted to make sure I read it and made meaning out of it, I read it out while she listened, I needed no Councillor or interpreter to make me understand, it was clear and concise, it touched my very soul, it beat my imagination, though it could  be a fiction I loved it and I enjoy  getting the best out of every thing motivating and Inspiring, so I thought within myself  “If a donkey could resist defeat, I am far more better and smarter than that donkey”, and from that moment I got a whole new perspective towards life.

Stand on your problems, when darkness and challenges hit your back and hits you hard in the head, you should shake it off and stand taller. Read the article below and speak life to your self. 

One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well.

The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway;

it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.

They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.

At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well.

He was astonished at what he saw.

With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.

He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

MORAL :

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.

The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up.

Each of our troubles is a steppingstone.

We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up!

Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred – Forgive.

2. Free your mind from worries – Most never happens.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less from people but -more from God. “Being happy doesn’t mean everything’s perfect. It means you’ve decided to see beyond the imperfections🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴. Have a nice day!
Faithful C. C👥          Expounded this 📚👌

Under this sky with me

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In one week, I’ve probably gone through all the stages of grief, although I don’t remember what they are exactly, so I can’t say for sure. Denial, anger, and something else…
Oh yes, acceptance.
So I take that back, I haven’t moved through all the stages because I am not in acceptance. I don’t mean I’m in rejection, either. I won’t be protesting or writing angry yet inspiring blog posts. All are tempting, but they only serve to distract, appease our collective guilt, make us feel powerful when we are not.
I’m too pragmatic for that. Perhaps it’s because I’ve seen this before. Had it look me up and down. Learned to live with it.
Hate, fear and ignorance have always been with us. They are as old as the sun and the moon and the stars.
I got my first piece of hate mail when I was seventeen years old. For writing about my grandparents who were sent to Japanese internment camps. This was before email and Facebook, so the letter came in an envelope addressed specifically to me.
Hate knew where I lived. Like the sun, it burned my skin, forcing me to the shadows.
My uncle grew up in the south where they turned fire hoses and dogs on his people. Lynched boys not much older than him. Some fifty years later, he receives anonymous notes saying he’s not wanted here. In Colorado, not Alabama.
Fear walks down his street. Like the moon, it rises every night in the darkness.
This week, my son overheard kids yell down the hall, “Goodbye, Juan. Maybe we’ll see you on the other side.” Because being brown means you’re not an American. They do not know his ancestors settled here more than 150 years ago.
Ignorance echoes in our schools. Like the stars, it is everywhere.
Hate, fear and ignorance have always been with us. They are as old as the sun and the moon and the stars.
For those who have never been forced to look up at the sky, I’m sorry. I know it hurts to lose what you thought to be true. But now you are closer to truth than before.
For those who have always known this truth, I’m sorry. The sun is burning brighter, the moon is glowing colder, and the stars are so close they can almost touch you. I hope they recede, move away and go back up into the sky.
But I hope they stay close enough.
Because now everyone can see them. Not just the Asian people or Black people or Latino people. Not just women. Not just gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender people. Not just people with disabilities.
All people.
For those who are looking up at the sky for the first time, blinking back tears in its brightness, know this.
I will comfort you. Sing the same lullabies my Japanese grandmother sang to me, when I first looked up. Songs of empathy for those who suffer, and for those who hate. They are not so different from us.
I will teach you to be safe. Because someone might hurt you for marching in a protest, someone might terrorize you for writing on Facebook. You must learn to be thoughtful about the risk you bring to yourselves and those you love.
I will show you what it means to be brave. To know that love does not always win, good does not always beat evil. And yet, we must live as though they do. Otherwise, we surrender, and this fight must go on.
In return, I ask you one thing. Do not move into acceptance with grief, depression, ills and odds. 
So please. Hold my hand, and I will hold yours. I will comfort you, teach you to be safe, show you what it means to be brave. But I need you stay here. Under this sky with me.
Faithful C. C👥

    BURIED HOPES 😢

             A Very interesting Story!!!


 A pretty and wealthy woman was serving life sentence in prison.
Angry and resentful about her plight she had

decided that she would rather die than to live

another year in prison.

Over the years she had become good friends with one of the prison caretakers. His job, among others, was to bury those prisoners who died in a graveyard

just outside the prison walls.

When a prisoner died, the caretaker rang a bell,

which was heard by everyone. 

The caretaker then

got the body and put it in a casket. Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he

put the casket on a wagon to take it to the graveyard and bury it.

Knowing this routine, the woman devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker;
The next time

the bell rang, the woman would leave her cell and

sneak into the dark room where the coffins were

kept. She would slip into the coffin with the dead

body while the caretaker was filling out the death

certificate..

When the care-taker returned, he would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the woman in the coffin along with the dead body. 

He would then bury the coffin. The woman having pre-arranged with the caretaker for special vents in the coffin knew there

would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under the cover of darkness, dig up the coffin, open it, and set her free. 

She wld also carry along a small flashlight to cope with the darkness beneath until the hour of expected freedom.
The caretaker was reluctant to go along with this plan, but since he and the woman had become good

friends over the years, and knowing dat he stands to gain a lot from this pretty and wealthy woman, he more than agreed to do it.
The woman waited several weeks before someone in the prison died. She was asleep in her cell when she

heard the death bell ring.

She got up and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple of times. Her heart was

beating fast. She opened the door to the darkened

room where the coffins were kept. Quietly in the

dark, she found the coffin that contained the dead body, carefully climbed into the coffin and pulled the lid shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid shut.
Soon she heard footsteps and the pounding of the

hammer and nails.

Even though she was very uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body, she knew that with each nail she was one step closer to freedom.

The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into the ground. She didn’t make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave with

a thud.

Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top  of

the wooden coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time and she would be free at last.

After several minutes of absolute silence, she began to laugh…happily feeling free already and chanting she was free! she was free! 

Feeling curious, she decided to light the flashlight to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside her.
To her horror, she discovered that she was lying next

to the CARETAKER….her only hope to freedom.
Many people believe they have life all figured

out…that they are well connected and can arrange and pre-arrange things to their favour… but sometimes it just doesn’t turn out the

way they planned it.

Think of a ‘Plan B’!!!
“I don’t know what

 tomorrow holds, but I know WHO

holds tomorrow.”
The Happiest People Don’t Have the Best of

Everything,

They Just Make The Best Of What They Have…But at times even the BEST FAILS…

Only one thing never fails…GOD.

May he never fail you.
I would want you to read 1Corinthians15:12~19
If only in life we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.
Faithful C. C👥

Bound to Succeed

                    A short story

A jobless man applied for the position of ‘office boy’ at a very big company.


The employer interviewed him, then a test: clean the floor.“You are hired.” – the employer said. “Give me your email address, and I’ll send you the application to fill, as well as when you will start.”


The man replied, “I don’t have a computer, neither an email.” 

“I’m sorry,” said the employer, “if you don’t have an email that means you do not exist. And who doesn’t exist, cannot have the job.”

The man left with no hope. He didn’t know what to do, with only $10 USD in his pocket.


He then decided to go to the supermarket, bought a 10kg tomato crate, then sold the tomatoes door to door. In less than two hours, he succeeded and doubled his capital.


He repeated the operation 3 times and returned home with $60 USD. The man realized that he could survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and returned late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled everyday. Shortly later, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.


Five years later, the man’s company was one of the biggest food retailers. He started to plan his family’s future, and decided to have a life insurance.


He called an insurance broker and chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man replied: “I don’t have an email.”


The broker replied curiously, “You don’t have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Do you imagine what you could have done if you had an email?”


The man paused for a while, and replied: 

                     “An office boy!”


Don’t be discouraged if something is not in your favor today. Better opportunities are waiting ahead. Broken bridges does not mean we cannot swim the ocean, we beat the current, flow with the tide and conquer her waves, because greater is he that is in us than he that is in them, giving heed to our inner spirit yields the best fruits most especially when we are in friendship with God. If God be for us who can be against us.


Lack of material things, lack of comfort, finance, gadgets and etcetera does not determine our future. Not everyone that has an email is successful, yet there are uneducated people that rule the elites. 


Believe in yourself today, don’t give up, I expounded this from my heart of hearts to tell you that you too can be the Greatest. Faithful Loves you. 


Faithful C.C👥

​What Innovation Can Do to Your Life

 

It’s a talent that everyone has, yet they think they don’t. The power of innovation. If you’ve ever marvelled at somebody’s creative prowess, guess what, you can create and innovate too. It just takes time. Everyone is born creative. The box of crayons in kindergarten were not limited to those who possessed potential; because the truth is, everybody has potential.
You know how long it took to learn to ride a bike or drive or to never commit the same mistake again? It’s the same with innovation. It takes a bit of practice and a lot of time before this mind function comes easily when called. This article will teach you a few tips on how to bring innovation into your life.
Don’t listen to what other people say. Follow the beat of your own drum. Allowing for the input of other people will only bring cacophony to the music you are trying to make. If you have an original idea, don’t waste your time and effort trying to make people understand. They won’t. And the help you will probably get comes in the form of negative feedback. If all those geniuses listened to their peers, we would probably still be living in the middle ages.
Spend time on it. I cannot stress that enough, although, please do not mistake this tip to tell you to quit your day job entirely. Do not. This involves some tricky time management but with a little discipline you’ll be able to squeeze both in. 
Exercise. Take a walk. Run a mile or two. Send all those endorphins coursing through your veins. Exercising certainly clears and relaxes your mind and allows for anything to pop up. 
Record your dreams. Aren’t some of them just the craziest things that your conscious mind would never have thought of? If you’ve had these dreams before, and I’m sure have, this only shows you the untapped innovative power you have lying within. So jot down those notes. Those dreams may just create an innovative spark in you.
Find your own style. You can always tell a Van Gogh from a Matisse. You’ll know Hemingway wrote something by the choice of words on the paper. So it is the same with you. People will appreciate your innovation more because it is uniquely yours and that no one else would have thought of what you were thinking. That will let people see how valuable an asset you are. 
Don’t hide behind nifty gadgets or tools. You don’t need the most expensive set of paints to produce a masterpiece. The same way with writing. You don’t need some expensive fountain pen and really smooth paper for a bestseller. In fact, J.K. Rowling wrote the first book of the Harry Potter Series on bits of tissue. So what if you’ve got an expensive SLR camera if you’re a crappy photographer? Who cares if you’ve got a blinging laptop if you can’t write at all? The artist actually reduces the number of tools he has as he gets better at his craft: he knows what works and what doesn’t. 
Nothing will work without passion. What wakes you up in the mornings? What keeps the flame burning? What is the one thing that you’ll die if you don’t do? Sometimes people with talent are overtaken by the people who want it more. Think the hare and the tortoise. Ellen Degeneres once said that if you’re not doing something that you want to do, then you don’t really want to do it. And that’s true. Sometimes you just want something so bad you become a virtual unstoppable. And that is passion. Passion will keep you going. 
Don’t worry about inspiration. You can’t force it; inspiration hits when you least expect it to, for those unpredictable yet inevitable moments you should prepare. An idea could strike you on the subway, yet alas, you poor unfortunate soul; you have no sheet of paper to scribble down a thought that could change the world. Avoid these disasters. Have a pen and paper within your arm’s reach at all times.
I hope this article has helped you bring more innovation into your life. Keep in mind that you’re doing these things for your own satisfaction and not anybody else’s.
Faithful C. C👥