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Hello TTB flowers (yeah I got a cool nick for you).. Welcome to wallflower Wednesdays and I trust you're having a wonderful week. I apologize for my irregularities and I'm going to try as much as possible to ensure my posts are regular from now.. Now where were we? Today, I'm going to go off the charts with this. Do enjoy. 5 Happiness Tips for People Who Have Been Hurt: In life pain is inevitable but suffering is optional. Maybe someone hurt you physically or emotionally. Maybe you’ve survived something traumatic - natural disaster, a fire, an armed robbery. Or maybe you’ve just come out of a trying situation, and though you know you’ll eventually recover, you still feel pain that seems unbearable. Whatever the case may be, you’ve been scarred and you carry it with you through many of your days. You fake a smile that isn't healthy at all and try to love through the day. Well I have some tips for you: 1. Define your pain. It’s not always easy to identif...

Hello TTB followers. Welcome to wallflower and let me officially welcome you to a new week. Today, we'll be doing a bit of this and that with a compilation of quotes that have helped me look on life in a different way this week. So here we go.. I hope you find them useful.     20 quotes to help change your perspective of life 1. “Dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today.” ~James Dean 2. “When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself.” ~Wayne Dyer 3. “A man who won’t die for something is not fit to live.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr. 4. “You’ll never get a Purple Heart hiding in a foxhole! Follow me!” ~Capt. Henry P. Crowe 5. “Mistakes are the portals of discovery.” ~James Joyce 6. “I’m looking California and feeling Minnesota.” ~Chris Cornell 7. “Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying, That’s Goddamn right.” ~Stephen King – The Shawshank Redemption 8. “THE EDGE, there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who re...

Hi TTB followers and welcome to my series. Hope you had a great week? Thanks for your consistency and love.. I am most grateful. Let's get on with this shall we?           Broken      (Episode 11)          (Recap) My life had been complicating enough and I was ready to let go. The day that changed me began like every normal day. The doctor came in, did his routine check up, I had breakfast and lunch. Towards noon, I felt a sudden urge to have a stroll. You see, I had been lying for weeks so I needed to exercise my legs. I called one of the nurses and we set off to stroll around the garden surrounding the hospital. After a fee minutes of walking I decided to sit and just enjoy the scenery (since I was going to die anyway) when I heard the most beautiful melody. I listened carefully and although it was an unfamiliar song I felt shivers all over my body and an urge to go see where this was coming from. Wh...

Hello fans, trust you had  wonderful week? Well, welcome to Wallflower and we'll continue from where we stopped in our series           Broken       (Episode 10) (Recap) The doctor came to serve me lunch. After lunch, the doctor administered some drugs to me after which I felt groggy again and then the memories came back. After the divorce, I lost everything. James made it a point to ruin my life just as he promised. My mum with the money from her proceedings and I set up a new business consultancy office. I struggled to make a name for myself and that's when the tragedy occurred. "After running a series of test ma, we discovered that you actually have Ischaemic heart disease". It kept playing like a broken record over and over again in my head and I couldn't catch a grip of my emotions. According to the pamphlet given to me Ischemia is a condition in which the blood flow (and thus oxygen) is restricted or reduced in a...

Hey! Hey!! Hey!!! TTB followers, how are you all doing? Welcome to Wallflower and as we continue with our series I hope you find it interesting.            BROKEN            Episode 9            (Recap) When I opened the door, I got the shock of my life! My husband, Dennis was kissing James! (his bestfriend and bestman). Yes! You read that right. He was kissing His best friend. I couldn't suppress the gasp that left my lips and I couldn't hold back the tears when he just stared at me for a few seconds and went back to kissing James. This time he even started unbuttoning his shirt. I ran back to my car and while seated, it dawned on me that I had seen the signs but I ignored them. How he would gaze longingly (like a dog deprived of a chew toy) at James whenever he thought I was looking. How he would always spend hours with James instead of me. How he would always call his name even in h...

Hello TTB followers, it feels so good to be back and I have missed you all. Today's episode is going to be an interesting one. So, sit tight and enjoy.          BROKEN           Episode 8           (Recap) I never saw any dark storms brewing. I was satisfied and fulfilled. But you know that calmness that comes before a storm strikes? I should have known better. It all started on the first day of my job (after graduating), while I was hurrying to photocopy a file that was urgently needed for the meeting to continue, I saw him. He was all sunshine and rainbows. He was wearing a ref suit that sat well with his tan skin, a haircut that screams "look at me", well trimmed beards that looked as dark as coal and shiny. I imagined myself touching and feeling them. For the first time in my life, I was dumbstruck! " Hello " he said. I had to shake myself out of my reverie and even though I couldn't find my v...

Hey TTB followers. So sorry for the delay, I've been very busy. Do read and make sure you remember that this isn't just a story but also a lesson. Have fun Broken (RECAP) " Ahhh"!! I exclaimed  out of shock and I quickly scurried away so nobody would see me. I went into my room At first all I could hear was "Mummy! Mummy!! Johnny!!! Reuben!!!! (My uncles) Help! Help!! That's when I blacked out. When I woke up the next morning  I was all alone and I couldn't quite remember how I got there. The door opened and my grandma walked in and that's when It hit me that I must have blacked out. The incident of the previous day came running back and I couldn't help but cry. After series of rocking from my grandma I felt a little bit better and ate the food she had prepared for me. I got discharged pretty fast and went on to school the next day (Monday) hoping to continue life as usual. After the normal morning drill my vice principal came ...

Hello TTB followers and welcome to another exciting episode of #BROKEN. Hope you had a lovely week. Have fun reading!!            BROKEN        (Episode 5) (Recap) I vividly remember that day like yesterday. It was a very gloomy day. You see, it was the rainy seasons and so everywhere was quite dull and gloomy but something set that particular day apart. Maybe it was because I woke having the feeling that something bad was going to happen that day but I shrugged it off as one of my crazy moments (we all have them). Now, back to that day. One thing I noticed when I woke up was that everyone was wearing a long face and trying to cover it up with a fake smile. (NOTE: it was a holiday season and I was at my grandpa's house since my dad was equally ill) Nobody was bothered with breakfast and my uncles were just coming into the house and leaving abruptly, not to talk about the whispers and side looks that were being passed t...

Hello TTB readers.. Hope you are having a fun day/week? What are your thoughts as regards the previous episode? Hope you're ready for a new one.. Well, Here we go...           BROKEN (Recap) I never knew that was just a preparation for more tears to come. Life gradually got back to normal after a few months.. Mum came back to the house and resumed her job. I became the centre of attention once more.. Few years later (I was about 7) I came home from school only to find mum packing our bags. She'd told me earlier that we would be going to stay with my dad. I can vividly remember how I threw a tantrum until my grandma scolded me. I continued calling my Dad "Brother" and my mum "Aunty" even after lots of persuasion from my dad to get me to call him Dad. When he asked for kisses and hugs I would refuse and no matter how heartbroken he looked, I didn't seem to care. One day, while reading a book by the side of my house, a neighbours...

Hello followers.. How are you enjoying the week so far? Ready for the elections?? I hope you have your PVC though.. Well let's see what we have here...           BROKEN (Recap) I was the kid parents used as an example of intelligence, calmness and beauty all in one, but still... I wasn't a happy child. It all started when I was actually able to decipher between right and wrong (which was quite early though).. I remember my Mama (as I usually called my granny) calling me into her room one day. I think I was about 5 years old. It wasn't an unusual thing but one major factor that stood out was how furious she was looking that day (I was a very perceptive child). I hugged her but she side stepped and that's when I knew something wasn't right. She started "Mummy, who's your father?" I replied "Papa" (as per my grandpa). She smiled in that smug way of hers and told me to never ever forget "Papa is the only father you have...

Hey guys!! Had a lovely week? Cos I sure did (grins) I know you probably want to chop my head off so let's get straight down to business then..               BROKEN (Recap) "After running a series of test Ma, we discovered that you actually have Ischaemic heart disease". I felt my world spinning and people screaming but I was far too gone to listen. I woke up to the sound of the heart machine whirring again and someone clutching my hand. When I looked it was my mum.. One major thing I noticed was that lots of pipes were connected to my body. My mum awoke with a start (thanks to that crazy heart machine) and immediately she started with "how are you feeling? Why didn't you tell me? Do you want to leave me?" All I could do was stare at her not even knowing where to start answering the questions. The Doctor rushed in and let out a sigh of relief and started asking his own questions "How are you feeling? What's your name" (I persona...

Hello Everyone and welcome to another wonderful day here on TTB.. I do hope I didn't keep you on your toes and if I did I'm sorry (not) haha. OK let's get down to business shall we?          BROKEN (Recap) I was talking to a client when I felt dizzy and when I woke up I found myself in the hospital. My client had rushed me down there. First thing I noticed was the empty room and the crazy smell of antiseptics not to mention the whirring of the heart monitor. The Nurse rushed into my room to check up on me (I guess she heard the sound of the heart monitor). She looked at me with an emotion I'd beat describe as Pity and rushed out to call the doctor. I was still trying to figure out what was actually going on until he (the doctor) poked my arm. I guess he'd been asking me a question. "Do you have any family around? Anyone we can call I mean?" I thought of my mum but I knew she'd have a pressure seeing me here. So I told him to call my P...

PAIN I've felt it TEARS I've shed them SCARS I have them EMOTIONS I've lost them DRUGS I've used them WHO I AM?? THATS FOR ME TO KNOW.. AND FOR YOU NEVER TO FIND OUT Hello readers and permit me to officially welcome you to the new year.. This year I'll be going all the way with lots and lots and lots of stories and poems.. Now, for every story or poem (non-fictional and vice versa) there will be a lesson attached to it and at the end of each story or poem, I get to hear from you! Sounds fun right?? Great! Tittle of the first story is (drum roll)           BROKEN It’s December 25th, but today isn’t Christmas, at least not for me. Christmas doesn’t come when you’re in a hospital bed sick with Ischaemic heart disease. I vividly remember the day the doctor announced that i was sick. I was talking to a client when I felt dizzy and when I woke up I found myself in the hospital. My client had rushed me down there. What happened next? ...

I'M SORRY Good day everybody and welcome to another interesting Monday in your #1 blog.. I hope you are not mad at me for leaving you in suspense? (Winks).. Without further ado let's look at the complete content of Tammy's letter.. (If you missed the previous episode, do well to go back and check.. Thanks)            TAMMY'S LETTER "Hello Dad, mum or anyone who cares. By the time this letter gets to you I'd be long gone.. But I hope this conveys all my feelings to you.. To my mum: Thanks a lot for giving birth to me.. Thanks for watching me grow and teaching me the right principles. But mum, why didn't you teach me not to die in silence? Why didn't you tell me to always air out my opinions? Why'd you always shut me out whenever I had something to tell you? Remember that day I came back crying and you told me you were too tired to listen to me? Well I was crying because Uncle Sam touched me (sexually) and when I told him I'd tell o...

I'M SORRY Hello everyone and welcome to another wonderful Monday in your #1 blog... This week we'll try something different.. You ready?? Wait for it (drum roll) We'll be looking at an Anthology on the topic "I'M SORRY" I hope you enjoy it... Have fun reading..                   TAMMY'S LETTER Tammy was a very brilliant boy. Even when we were in secondary school, he still somehow made us all look inferior (dude was too good).. First position in class, S.P, Valedictorian, School Legend.. The titles were too numerous to mention.. We'd never attend a competition without him (NO MATTER WHAT!). Now fast forward it to a few years later... We were all chilling at the reunion when the Principal walked in and dropped the bomb that Tammy (Our Tammy) committed suicide two days before our reunion (Shocked face).. We were flabbergasted but then the hmms began.. "That's impossible", "What killed him", "Ah his village p...

THE BRIDGE BETWEEN 'KNOWING AND DOING' PART 2 Hola everybody... Hope you had a lovely week.. Last week we looked at the first part of these series and today we'll be completing it.. Let's get down to business now, shall we? FEELING POWERLESS The second obstacle is Powerlessness. Powerlessness occurs when you are living in a state of low power. In this state you will find that you generally feel less energetic, blame yourself or others, are judgmental of self and others and at times even angry. The best way I would describe this state is the feeling of having a weight on your shoulder, or a feeling of heaviness in your chest or heart, particularly when you think about your future and your plans. It can be such a drag and every step can take so much effort. Part of the answer to dropping this weight lies in learning to let go of the negative things in your life. Once you do, you are able to move ahead to a state of higher power. When you are in a state of higher...

THIS IS NOT THE END! Hello everyone and welcome to another beautiful Monday .. I hope you applied the principles we looked at in the last series... Today's story is about me.. Enjoy! A couple of days ago, I went through a down time.. I was sick and at the same time I got reminded of certain things and I let it get to me. Trust me it wasn't easy and it even affected my association with people.. Now while I was going through one of those down times, my phone rang ( Lecrae ft Tori Kelly - I'll find you.. Ya'll need to check it out) and I just kept on listening to the tune.. I had to even play it over and over again and that's when I remembered that I wasn't alone.. Now what's my point? I want you to know that, no matter where you are in life… No matter how low you have sunk… No matter how bleak your situation… This is NOT THE END. This is not the end of your story This is not the final chapter of your life. I know it may be hard right now But if y...

THE BRIDGE BETWEEN 'KNOWING AND DOING' PART 1 Hello darlings, welcome to the TellRhodes blog.. And just like every Monday.. I'll start with a story.. There once was lady. She had gone into business several times and nothing seemed to have worked out. During one coaching session she attended, she discovered what was holding her back. You see, this lady’s parents had divorced when she was very young. After the divorce, she lived with her mother who was not wealthy. Her father, on the other hand, was wealthy and would get her expensive gifts and generally provide for her materially. Well, through coaching, she discovered that she was actually sabotaging her chances of success because to her, being wealthy meant being like her Dad. She felt that by being wealthy she would be betraying her mother who was not wealthy. So although outwardly and logically she was in business to make money, inwardly, she was afraid to make money, because she felt it would make her like her l...

WHY NOT TRY ACTIONS!! Hey! Hey!! Hey!!! Señoras and Señoritas.. It's a beautiful Monday on your favourite blog.. Confess it.. You missed me☺ Let's get down to business shall we? 'Words' As a kid, I used to be afraid of the dark. I would cry if left alone in a dark room even if its bright outside. My mum tried all she could but nothing worked. My uncles started making me watch horror movies and yet it made me even worse. One day, I went to urinate and while coming back with my torch, I saw something wearing a mask and looking at me. I shrieked and attacked. Dropped the torch and fought😂 When I unmasked the fellow, it was my uncle. He did it over and over again and then I  learnt that I could actually fight and that was how I overcame. Now this story might sound a little funny. I mean I was a kid right? But then I was afraid of the dark even in the day! You would say "why didn't they just talk to her" but they they did.. But one simple...

YOU ARE THE CHANGE THE WORLD NEEDS!! Hola darlings! Its another Monday and I'm sure you've missed me😉 Well, let's not waste anymore time.. Today's story is titled: 'All the Difference in The World' Every Sunday morning I take a light jog around a park near my home. There’s a lake located in one corner of the park. Each time I jog by this lake, I see the same elderly woman sitting at the water’s edge with a small metal cage sitting beside her. This past Sunday my curiosity got the best of me, so I stopped jogging and walked over to her. As I got closer, I realized that the metal cage was in fact a small trap. There were three turtles, unharmed, slowly walking around the base of the trap. She had a fourth turtle in her lap that she was carefully scrubbing with a spongy brush. “Hello,” I said. “I see you here every Sunday morning. If you don’t mind my nosiness, I’d love to know what you’re doing with these turtles.” She smiled. “I’m cleaning off their ...