Homecoming

Chuks hadn't been home in ten years. He had a serious case of home sickness. He had left just after high school to further his education. Ask any medical student,in-between studying and paying bills there really hadn't been much time or money to allow him the luxury of coming home.
He had taken a direct flight from Atlanta to Lagos and was now eagerly awaiting his connecting flight to Abuja. It had been so long, but with the help of the Internet and Facebook he had been kept in the loop and up to date. Although it still wasn't the same as being around. He knew his family was proud of the doctor he had become. He was now a consultant in the renowned Reginald Cook Hospital.
He usually wasn't the friendly sort but there's something about knowing that in a matter of minutes, you'll be re-uniting with your family, that makes any man become friendly. He found himself talking and exchanging pleasantries with an elderly lady in the waiting lounge. She was like most grandmothers, happy to tell the world about their adorable grand children with pictures to validate their claims.

      This is to announce the boarding of Nigerian Airways Flight AK-4799 to Abuja.

He was finally going home. He said goodbye to the elderly lady, she was travelling to Enugu. It was funny how she reminded him so much of his late Granny. He entered the aeroplane and slumped into his seat ready to take a quick nap. His plans of sleeping were quickly replaced as the most beautiful lady he had ever seen sat on the seat beside him. She had an easy smile and no wedding ring. Things were really looking up for him. The next forty-five minutes flew by as they got to know each other. Her gaiety and wit had enchanted him. He was amazed how much they had in common. She intrigued like no one had ever done. Fate had finally smiled on him.
As the pilots voice came on air, telling them they had arrived at Nnamdi Azikwe Airport, Abuja. She smiled at him and in that moment he knew that his journey home held a few delightful and unexpected surprises.

I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.
(Jeremiah 29:11, MSG)

Yours sincerely,
Cee



The Versatile Blogger Awards Nominations

I received a versatile blogger nomination! Thanks alot http://caeblogs.wordpress.com/ :D!!!!
Now I have to follow the rules for the Award which are :
1. Nominate 15 fellow bloggers.
2. Inform the bloggers of their nomination.
3. Share 7 random things about yourself.
4. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
5. Add the Versatile Blogger Award pic on your blog post.

So Random things about me;

• I hate yoghurt
• I'm in love with google (practically google any and every thing)
• I can't dance or carry a tune *covering eyes*
• I love solving puzzles
• I dislike horror and vampire movies
• I wrote a book with three of my friends in secondary school
• I used to be scared of Father Christmas (the Nigerian version of Santa Claus)

My Nominees

• http://naijabankgirl.blogspot.com/
• http://toinlicious.blogspot.com/
• http://triballane.blogspot.com/
• http://thegenevareport.blogspot.com/
• http://lovestolosecontrol.blogspot.com/
• http://maestromedia.blogspot.com/
• http://jbraggs.blogspot.com/
• http://bellezworld4real.blogspot.com/
• http://leggy-freda.blogspot.com/
• http://contentcritique.blogspot.com/
• http://iamnotevensure.blogspot.com/
• http://katlynmoncada.wordpress.com/
• http://etoileoye.blogspot.com/
• http://royremi.blogspot.com/
• http://fleau-funmi.blogspot.com/

Missing In Action!

Blame exams and advance design studio for kidnapping me away from bloggville. I thank God for successful completion of my first semester in grad school. I wrote these two short poems last year but never got round to posting them.  Hope you like them :)!

I don't like meeting strangers

I don't trust them

No one knows who they really are

They could be wolves in sheep clothing

Or Bonnie and Clyde on a mission

But no one can tell

Strangers may become best friends

And best friends may become strangers

Only Time will tell

He thinks he knows me

Or so he claims

He feels he loves me

Or so he says

But what he doesn't know

Is that what he knows and loves

Is simply a figment of his imagination

Yours sincerly,

Cee