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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

InspiroLogos Wins Writing Contest

On the 1st of February, a good friend informed me about a writing contest.
Two days later, I entered the Martin Luther King's Day Human Rights Blog Post Competition, set up by Youngstars Foundation (youngstarsfoundation.org)
On Valentine's day I got a call informing me that I WON!

And two days later, myself and the four other winners were warmly hosted at the American Embassy Abuja by the Human Rights Officer - see all of us pictured above (I'm in the ivory dress).

It was indeed an unforgettable event and a wonderful opportunity to meet with great minds and passionate hearts and I am thankful to the Youngstars team and the U.S. Embassy as well for appreciating one of my God-given gifts.

So what did I write about?
The question was thus: "There are 30 Human Rights, which one do you think your society needs the most and why?"
For personal reasons that had and still have me thanking God for the fact that I still have breath in my nostrils, my very passionate answer is the article below:

LET EVERYONE THAT HAS BREATH LIVE!
A time to be born and a time to die … a first breath and a last one… these two breaths are common to all human beings. So also are all granted the time in between these two breaths: the time to live.

Everyone has a time to live and according to article 3 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights everyone has the right to life, liberty and security of person. Furthermore everyone means everyone! “without distinction of any kind, such as race, colour, sex, language, religion … national or social origin, property, birth or other status” – and that includes every member of our society.
This third right is the very one I believe our society needs to preserve the most; because all other rights stem from this one.
We all, without exception, have a right to life. And in the time we live, we also have a right to liberty, i.e. a right to be free; and we have a right to security of person, i.e. a right to be safe. My paraphrase of the third right is thus: everyone has a right to live, free and safe from everything that is a constraint or threat to that life.

- Mrs. Ignorant stays in an abusive marriage, where she has been kept silent by fear of her husband, and remains for fear of the stigma of divorce in an African society, all because she knows not that she has a right to a free and safe life.
- Mr. Indigent, genius-potential, yet can barely construct a sentence in proper English and may end up an ‘area-boy’ living under the bridge, all because poverty afforded him a lousy education on the streets.
- Little baby Ailing, born with the chronic sickle cell disease, because his parents had not the necessary education on genotype testing and life partnerships, may not live to see his 16th birthday, and worse, may live his brief life-span believing himself to be somehow less of human being.

On and on, thousands of sad tales fill our society, of illiteracy, disease, poverty, ignorance and the many other threats to our very lives. We desperately need to build in this society the structures required for our people to live, free and safe. Every Nigerian regardless of age, gender, ethnicity, religion or status should have access to a balanced diet, clothing, safe shelter, healthcare, education, employment and dare I say good governance, these are the basic things that will allow us live, freely and safely. The gross lack of these things for the average member, and the greater majority of our society is what threatens the very lives of our people and thus the very fabric of our society.

In the UNDP 2011 Human Development Report, a comparative measure of life expectancy, literacy, education and standards of living for countries worldwide, Nigeria ranks 156 out of 187!!! Our adult literacy rate is just 70% when there are over 45 countries with a 99% adult literacy rate, our life expectancy is age 47, a whopping 30% below world average2. Based on these statistics it is painfully evident that as Nigerian’s our third right is at stake!

The masses depend daily on hand-outs from the philanthropic few in the wealthy class – they are being given fish instead of being taught how to fish! This is just not good enough. We need the Millennium Development Goals to become Millennium Development Realities – as much to the man in the state house as the man in the mud house in the most remote village in the country; otherwise we are indirectly saying that the man in the mud house is less than a human being. We need to transit from a bare existence to a bountiful life, sadly the majority have a longer way to go in that transition, and this is what adds to the greatness of the need!

If I could shout it from every Nigerian rooftop I would: “Let EVERYONE that has breath, LIVE!!!”
The farmer, the fashion model, the housewife, the student, the rich, the poor, the educated, the illiterate, the good, the bad and the ugly: all have a right to life, liberty and security of person. And it’s your right too, so fight for it!

What is life worth to you? Bearing the components of the third right in mind my estimation of the worth of life is as follows: though I speak the most polished of grammar, and dine at the table of kings, if I be wiser than professors, stronger than athletes, and smarter than geniuses, without liberty, what I have would be acutely insignificant, without safety, what I have would be painfully meaningless, and without breath in my nostrils, all of it would be less than nothing!

William Shakespeare wrote: ‘To be, or not to be: that is the question,’ I beg to differ. For when it comes to life, the question is never ‘to be, or not to be.’ Actually there is no question; because every man, woman, boy, girl and baby that breathes has the God-given, man-declared third right simply TO BE – alive, free and safe!

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Lady InspiroLogos - glad to be alive, free and safe!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

National Hospital or National MORGUE? ... Part 1


February 1, 2012

I requested and was granted discharge yesterday from the female medical ward of national hospital. When I was at the ward entrance preparing to leave a lady walked up to me and said she had lost her mother and was now leaving, and that the mother died because the nurses "did not bring oxygen on time!" I have no reason to doubt her because my own experience was the worst admission experience I have ever had (and as a sickle cell survivor over age 30, who has been hospitalized in several countries on four continents, that's saying a lot!) I decided since my blood transfusion was completed, other discomforts aside I had better leave while I can still walk unassisted!

Here's a little advice from me to anyone going on admission at the National Hospital, Abuja, Nigeria:

National Hospital Admission Requirements by Lady I.:
Kindly take the following or be ready to do without:
1. Bed - (I was kept in a chair at the entrance the emergency area receiving I.V. Fluids (drips) for 6 hours waiting for a bed space, meanwhile a member of staff on admission had a 2-bed room all to herself).
2. Pillows - as many as required
3. Blankets (take two or three, some to place upon the lumpy, torn, poor-excuse for a mattress and on to cover yourself)
4. Fan - the A.C. may not be working.
5. Hand fans - the sockets in which to plug an electric fan may not be working
6. A. C. Remote - there is only one for the entire floor, so you will have to go to the nurses station to borrow it every time u need to regulate to A.C.
7. Bucket - none in the bathroom, upon request the nurse said patients bring their own!
8. Toilet paper - Hello? ... no explanation necessary
9. Kettle - if you need a hot bath, the one available is 'for staff' but a nurse can gladly sell you one for N2,500
10. Mop - you will need it - (the faulty plumbing resulted in water seeping into my room from the bathroom.)
11. Scarves or old clothing - to plug the massive holes in the ancient mosquito net (I had to use my t-shirt!!!)
12. Mosquito repellent and lots of it - nevertheless whatever your ailment be prepared to treat for malaria after admission
13. Magnifying glass - to carefully examine the tablets the nurses administer to you before you swallow them!
14. Ear plugs - the nurses spend hours gisting in unpleasantly loud voices so u will need these if you hope to sleep (I had to use my blackberry earphones)
15. Gloves - Alas, the Dr. cannot examine you without them, though you may purchase a pack of 6 from a willing nurse. (my roommate was approached and declined purchase!)
16 - TV: optional. (a TV stand was present in my room with no TV on it, and the ceiling above the stand had been blackened by smoke from a previous fire, i dared not ask! hmm..)
17. Wheelchair - to take you for x-rays, scans or other procedures (I rode in a creaky, dilapidated one that Mungo Park may have left while exploring the Niger - it had a rope tied across the front instead of foot pedals, and the handle fell off while the attendant was pushing me, no joke!)
18. Lots of cash in small bills - to bribe the sole attendant available to carry out any procedures relating to ur care in a timely manner (Since i did not bribe anyone, it took 3 days to get registered for a scan already paid for on the night of admission!)
19. Bottled water - you will most certainly be given several tablets with not a drop of water to swallow them!
20. Food - suggested (I was not given any meal forms on admission, no one inquired about my meals for the first two days! No matter cos I had no intention of eating the food anyway, however my roommate's exploits with the hospital kitchen staff tell me I wasn't missing anything!)
21. A phone with long-lasting battery and inexhaustible credit and doctors on speed-dial: you will have to personally call the doctors severally to make any progress with your treatment so ensure to get names and numbers of every doctor you meet.
22. Calculator - to keep monetary accounts (an attendant was sent by a nurse to tell me my deposit was exhausted and I should pay for drugs while it turns out I have an outstanding balance yet to be refunded as of today!)
23. At least 1 Able-Bodied relative/friend: this person must be ready to stay with you night and day to serve as a human call-bell for the nurses because the bells do not work and the nurses do not check u on their own; the person must be aggressive and ready to battle the nurses for your medication which is otherwise always late. (My mother, God bless her, had to personally go with a friendly doctor to get the blood for my transfusion because the nurses kept us waiting for hours claiming there was no one to go and get it!)
24. A thorough knowledge of your condition and treatment options or a Doctor friend/relative who has one and can monitor your treatment or else the more you see the less you will understand!!!!!
25. A praying tongue - if you can't pray, recruit people to pray for you, but believe me, you will know how to pray after the first night! As my mother will pray "may God not let any of us see sickness" Amen!!!

Disclaimer: - You have been advised. Failure to bring any of the above may result in any or all of the following ailments in addition to whatever you already suffer:
A - Neck and body pains from poor sleep positions
B - Red and sore eyes from little or no sleep
C - Sore throat from arguing with nurses over late and/or wrong medications
D - Diarrhoea from strange foods
E - Insomnia from creaking doors, leaking taps, mosquitoes singing and biting and loud chatter of nurses voices
F - Skin irritations, itching and/or body odours from no bathing
G - Malaria, undoubtedly!
H - Any and all other effects of negligence including worsening of your condition, new ailments altogether, and/or untimely death.
Selah!

So, what exactly happened to elicit the above advise from me?
Watch out for the story in detail:
National Hospital or National Morgue … Part 2:
Coming Soon to InspiroLogos World:

Lady InspiroLogos - Alive and Writing, Despite!!!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

My Thoughts on Valentine's Day ...

Just a little something I wrote, as featured in "A Love Story" - Vol. 1 (Magazine)
Enjoy!
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Red. It’s the most popular colour of the day. A dozen red roses, perfectly scented, hand-picked and delivered to your door. Champagne on ice, served with juicy red strawberries. Presents beautifully wrapped with red satin ribbons. The Gucci curve-accentuating gown, the flawlessly-manicured shimmering fingertips, and the oh-so-kissable lips - all flaming hot RED!

Red. It’s the colour he imagines his account will soon become, as he watches his date, whom already took shopping earlier in the day, excitedly order the most expensive items on the exotic menu in rapid succession!!! Ouch.

Red. It’s the colour of her eyes and her tear-stained, flushed cheeks, as she re-reads for the umpteenth time, the text message he sent minutes before their big date: “It’s over, I’m in love with someone else ... I’m sorry.” Double-ouch.

My thoughts on valentine’s day undoubtedly include memories – the fond and the not-so-fond. How could I ever forget excitedly opening one of my very first valentine’s day cards in high school, wondering who on earth it could be from, only to discover it was addressed to one of my classmates and not me! (Apparently, she had also got my card from the same guy! Can we say ‘playa without game?’ ... funny now but believe me I wasn’t laughing then.) Anyway, one of my fondest memories came on a very uneventful valentine’s day when, late in the afternoon, I strolled into the living room and saw a card addressed to me. I carefully read it, absorbing every line and gravity of emotion in every sentence, and reaching the end, I smiled – it was from my mom.

Everyone has thoughts on the subject of valentine’s day, but I think we all agree it’s a day to express love. What that LOVE is exactly, is where we may not all be on the same page. A thousand people could give a thousand definitions, but I get my definition of love from Love itself – God. Love is patient, kind, doesn’t envy or boast, isn’t proud, rude, self-seeking or easily angered, keeps no record of wrongs and doesn’t delight in evil. It rejoices with the truth, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres. (1Corinthians 13).

Well, what are my thoughts on valentine’s day? ... Hmm. I’ve never been one of those people who lament about not having a date on valentine’s day, or who insist on a significant celebration of the day; that is not to say I’m averse to commemorating it. Perhaps it’s because my birthday is four days after valentine’s day, and the anticipation of celebrating my birthday overshadows the valentine’s day fever, or perhaps it’s because I’ve actually never celebrated that day with someone I’m in love with, not yet. Thus Valentine 2011 is particularly special to me because I’m engaged, and looking forward to what in effect will be my first true “Valentine.”

In a nutshell, here’s what I really think about V-day: it should be a day to express true love, especially to the people you so often take for granted throughout the year - the one’s closest to you, those people who you actually love and treasure the most. True love doesn’t seek to receive or insist on getting - it GIVES. V-day should be a day not just to say ‘I love you’ but to show it by giving. Yes, presents are nice, (I’ll take a thoughtfully-chosen gift any day!) but far above those, the most priceless gift you can give is YOU: A listening ear... An insightful compliment... A selfless act... A timeless audience... A soft answer... An unhurried embrace... A heart-warming smile... hmm.

Red... It IS the most popular colour of the day... It’s the colour he imagines... It’s the colour of her eyes... But it’s also the colour of the fluid running in the veins of every man, woman, boy and girl – blood. Your life is in your blood; and the laying down of one’s life for another is the ultimate display of true love. Permit me to share here, an excerpt from one of my poems, titled “What’s the colour of love?

What’s the colour of a starving family, getting a hot meal from a stranger?
Of nakedness clothed in beauty, or being rescued from intense danger?
What’s the colour of complete guilt deserving of judgement, instead receiving mercy and grace
You’re dreading disdain, but receive honour; you expect a cold shoulder, but get a warm embrace
Tell me the colour of a man laying down his life for another
One that’s neither father, nor mother, not sister or brother
Tell me that, and then my friend, the colour of love I need not name
For THAT colour and Love’s hue are one and the same!


Bottom line, I must say I do believe we should show true love to one another on every one of the other 364 days of the year; but on Valentine’s Day, it wouldn’t hurt go the extra mile, and give the ones you love, and perhaps those who have no loved ones, just a little-bit-more of YOU!


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Lady I. - Wishing you and yours an unforgettably beautiful Valentine's Day!

Monday, January 10, 2011

THROUGH MY EYES: THEN AND NOW!


Through My Eyes: Then and Now! takes you on an inspiring journey of loss, loneliness, laughter and love! As the author shares true stories from her personal battle with sickle cell disease, her honesty, quick wit and conversational style will get your attention from touching start to triumphant finish. Furthermore, no matter who you are and/or what challenge you face, the author's surprising survival strategy is sure to inspire you!


REVIEWERS' PRAISE FOR THE BOOK ...
… an awesome book about pain, and the triumph of faith … the author is at once teacher, preacher, pain-bearer and friend… AN INCREDIBLE READ. A REAL PAGE-TURNER. EUGENIA ABU – award-winning essayist, broadcaster and author of ‘In the Blink of an Eye.’

… [this book] has positively influenced my care for patients with Sickle Cell Disease. A MUST READ. DR. OCHE OGBE – Chief Consultant Haematologist, National Hospital, Abuja, Nigeria.

… I propose this book and the wealth of experience of the writer to every reader … A MASTERPIECE … TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT! REV. GOODHEART O. EKWUEME - Visionary: National JAM Praise Festival & Winning Today Broadcast; Senior Pastor: The REFUGE, House on The Rock, Abuja, Nigeria.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ifueko Fex Ogbomo (a.k.a. Lady InspiroLogos) is a multi-talented writer, performance poet, voice-artist and speaker. She focuses on inspiring people to achieve fulfilling lives regardless of background, race, gender, age and physical challenges. She resides in Abuja, Nigeria. This is her first book.


A GLIMPSE INSIDE THE BOOK
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Foreword........................................8
From the Author................................12
PART 1: THEN...................................14
Chapter 1: In a World of Pain..................15
Chapter 2: It’s a Girl!........................23
Chapter 3: In English, Please!.................29
Chapter 4: Growing Pains.......................39
Chapter 5: My Brother, My Friend - A Tribute...55
Chapter 6: A Miraculous Recovery...............67
Chapter 7: Afflictions Arise Again.............79
Chapter 8: The ‘Real’ World....................87
PART 2: NOW!...................................102
Chapter 9: A New Friend, and My Secret Medicine...103
Chapter 10: Diagnosis Y-O-U!......................123
Chapter 11: Impossible is Nothing!................141
Chapter 12: My Hall of Fame.......................157


EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOK...
Chapter 1: In a World of Pain
Thursday, January 4th 2007 - I’ve been staring at the same spot on the ceiling for the last three HOURS. I can almost hear each hurried beat of my overworked heart, and I count each one. I’m just waiting … I lay down, motionless, except for the intermittent rise and fall of my chest. As I draw in each excruciating breath, I feel as though a hundred knives are being driven through my entire chest and back, only to be viciously ripped out and mercilessly driven in again, and again, and again… I’m just waiting… if I had to qualify what I feel right now, the words excruciating, agonizing and tormenting come to mind ... A lone tear slowly makes its way down my face as I remember the countless times I’ve been in similar situations over the years ... Oh God, I really don’t know how much more of this I can take ...

Chapter 3: In English, Please!
Actually, I’m not a doctor, and while I can give you my definition based on more than a quarter-of-a-century of personal experience, permit me to give the medical explanation instead: Sickle Cell Disease (SCD) is a genetic, hereditary, chronic, life-long blood disease, with several short and long-term complications; most common of which are bouts of pain that last for hours, days or even weeks at a time; anaemia or low blood counts, and chronic tissue/organ damage
... in sickle cell patients, the bone marrow produces red blood cells whose lifespan is only 12 to 17 days instead of the usual 90 - 120 days. These short-lived red cells frequently change shape from the normal round (discoid) into the abnormal ‘sickle’ shape, and clump together forming blood clots, which block the tiny vessels that supply blood to various parts of the body, therefore leading to the bouts of pain that range from mild to excruciating. This disease is not a respecter of race, as it can affect persons of ANY race. However research shows it is more prevalent in persons with ancestors from the following places: Africa, India, Southern Greece, Southern Italy, and the Middle East...
...over 4 million out of the total estimated 150 million Nigerians have SCD.

A Word to the Wise ...
If you are a single adult, in fact, if you are a human being and you have reached puberty ... then read the following carefully: If you don’t know your genotype, put this book down right now and go to the nearest hospital or genotype-testing centre and get yourself tested (then come back and finish the book ☺). I’m serious! ... when you meet someone of the opposite sex who you think you even remotely like, believe me, the first question you should ask, after ‘what’s your name?’ is not ‘where are you from?’ but ‘what’s your genotype?’ ... ‘Oh come on’ you might be saying, ‘SCD can’t be that bad!’ Really? Please, permit me to enlighten you ...

Chapter 4: Growing Pains
Being a regular teenage girl is difficult enough what with having to juggle parents, periods, pimples and of course peer-pressure, but in my case I had one more ‘P’ thrown into that mix - you got it: PAIN! One particular experience comes to mind at this point in time. I forget the exact date, but the happenings I remember quite vividly …
I wake up mid-morning on a cold October day and I can tell this is going to be a loooong day. ‘Rise and Shine!’ … Let me rephrase that - in this case its ‘Rise and Whine!’ Oh my goodness, I feel as though every last bone in my hips and legs has just been shattered.
The year: 1994.
The Place: My mom’s bedroom.
The event: You got it - Another Crisis.
Clenching my teeth in order not to scream the house down, I slowly pull my legs up so my knees are bent and my feet are flat on the bed and then I discover it. At first I think I’m seeing things (which wouldn’t surprise me, this level of pain could send anyone insane) so I close my eyes and re-open them. Nope, it’s still there - unbelievable. So I yell “Mo-mmy!” and immediately my mom comes dashing into the room. I promptly inform her the following: “Mommy look, one leg has grown longer than the other.” At first I’m quite certain she thinks I’m suffering from pain-induced dementia, (who could blame her) but indulging me she takes a closer look and after a thorough inspection confirms my suspicions. In fact, believe it or not, the femur or thigh bone in my left thigh had ‘grown’ an inch and a half longer than that of my right thigh, overnight. ... Incredible.
So what happened next? Of course we were off to the hospital where I was promptly hooked up to ‘drip’ (intravenous fluids) and given very strong pain-relievers. For 2 weeks my legs felt like they belonged to someone or something else and after the pain was gone, there was the process of learning to walk properly all over again. (Needless to say all this time as is usual in crises, I’m missing school, which means TONS of make-up assignments and tests waiting for me when I return.) By the time I was able to return to school, I began to have severe backaches because I was now walking on un-even legs. This led to my having to carry a special chair with me to school in order to give my back proper support - as if I didn’t already have enough reasons for my schoolmates to make fun of me...


Chapter 9: A New Friend… and My Secret Medicine
My life was like a continuous series of wanderings through deep, damp, dark and seemingly unending tunnels. That was then, this is now! ... “What’s life like for me NOW?” Well, it’s just that – Life! I’m alive! I’m happy, and I don’t mean ‘lounging-around-eating-grapes-and-listening-to-the-birds-sing-while-staring-at-a-rainbow-in-the-beautiful-blue-skies’ kind of happy, I’m talking about real joy ... I’m optimistic, I’m full of hope and I’m not afraid of anything anymore ... I Am Free ... Well, what happened? I’m glad you asked. It’s simple really - I made a friend ...

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Thursday, January 6, 2011

JEHOVAH IS HIS NAME!

Times without number I’ve been at death’s door,
My body so sick all I could do was lay on the floor;
As doctor after doctor, perplexed and confused,
Said we’ve tried all we know, you've even been transfused;
But I could hear the tremor in their voices, see the fear in their eyes,
They didn’t believe I’d make it, that’s what I realized;
So I cried out to my God, I said, “If Jehovah is Your name,
Come be Jehovah Rapha, and down He came!”
He picked me up, healed my body and then He set me free,
And I’d just like to tell you why He did this for me:

‘Cos He’s God and He is good, Jehovah Rapha is His name,
Cancer, Anaemia, AIDS, etcetera, to Him they’re all the same;
There’s no disease He cannot cure,
Of this I am certain, I’m absolutely sure;
When I was standing at death’s door, and the devil said “It’s over!”
I said “It's not over till i WIN!" ‘cos I know Jehovah!
Yesterday, today and forever, this God is the same,
He’s the almighty omnipotent King, and Jehovah is His name!

See there’ve been times when I couldn’t pay the rent,
Every dollar, dime and penny had all been spent;
The only food I had was the tears I shed as I lay down at night,
And even though I felt like giving up, I knew I just had to fight;
So I said “Lord, you fed the Israelites, for them you made a way;
You promised to supply all my needs, come be Jehovah Jireh today;”
And just when I thought it was too late, and that I’d lost this war,
You know what my God did? - He sent a check to my door!

‘Cos He’s God and He is good, Jehovah Jireh is His name,
There’s no need He can’t meet, abundant provision’s the ‘name of His game;’
Yes He’s Jehovah, rest assured, there’s no bill He can’t pay,
He’s God and I know, He will always make a way!
So whatever you face, whatever your need, be it great or small,
He’ll be your Jehovah as He is mine, and He’ll cover it all!
Yesterday, today and forever, He’s God, He stays the same,
He’s God all by Himself, and Jehovah is His name!

Friday, October 1, 2010

Time for Celebration or Contemplation?


They say age is just a number, not necessarily reflective of maturity
I say beauty is just an appearance, not necessarily reflective of superiority

I write from a land far away, not my home, I must say
Nevertheless I write about home, for my thoughts lie there, especially on this day
For today, my country celebrates 50 years of independence – it’s our JUBILEE
I can only imagine the celebration – scintillating sights and sounds as far as the eye can see!
So here I sit in a strange land, a beautiful place, my present location
With hours of curious observation resulting in careful retrospection I look around this strange land and can’t help but compare it to my own nation
Inevitably I am left not with joyful thoughts but very sober reflection
For in resources and wealth we are equal, perhaps even greater than they
Yet in productivity, creativity, and beauty we are far less ... so what can I say?
50 years of independence, wow ... Is it just me or do we not seem yet overly dependent?
Relying on others to think for us, create for us, and dictate to us how our wealth should be spent
Our potential exceeds what any mind can imagine – may it no longer remain unrealized
Today many celebrate, a few contemplate, but the truth is all need to ARISE!

Many months ago, I put pen to paper and patriotic poetry was birthed anew
Add a dramatic soundtrack and some nice pictures, and voila! - Nigerians, a special little video for you.

- from Lady InspiroLogos

Visit the following link to View Video 'Nigeria, Arise':
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fARSTg0lJ0

Monday, September 27, 2010

Pretty Little Polka Dot Butterfly

Dedicated to a brilliant and very talented little lady:
Miss Aastha Modi, from New Delhi, India.
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I was hurriedly walking down the street
My brow sweaty from the summer heat
Lo and behold, there came out of the blue
(Really it seemed almost too good to be true)
An enchanting creature I’d never before seen:
A polka dot butterfly - it’s spots black and green!

Of course, I stopped right in my tracks
My jaw instantly dropped quite slack
Watching it’s fluttering, flittering, fluid flight
Wondering at this incredible, inspiring sight
And the question that was foremost in my thoughts:
How could a butterfly have green and black spots?

Alas I’d forgotten that I was in a hurry
Gone was the memory of my hustle, bustle and scurry
In those few moments the butterfly danced around
I felt so light I thought my feet left the ground
The Creator must have the most ingenious mind of all
To put so much beauty and grace in a creature so small

Well, all things that begin, must come to an end
Including those precious moments with my little ‘friend’
As I watched it soar higher and higher in the sky
I admit, I was quite tempted to wave goodbye
I’ll tell you one thing though; believe me, I tell you no lie
I’ll never forget that pretty little green and black polka dot butterfly!
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Take out time to enjoy life's simple pleasures, every day.
InspiroLogos.