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The sweetest kind of romance is one you get from a bowl of sumptuous meal carefully tabled before you alongside exotic drinks to accompany it's digestion. O! How I love food. Any foodie in the house... Say Hi. What kind of location would you have preferred to do justice to this kind of meal? I'd preferred the table set on a boat cruising the carribean on a soft tide in the deep blue night skies, candlelights and pure scents of lilies vaporizing the air and just a seat for two. A tingling sensation from the saxophone of Kenny G and clanging sounds from the cutleries. How would you have preferred yours? Kindly drop a comment. EYEBLOGGZ!!!......

Growing up, I had an aunt who writes the details of all those who did her wrong in her Diary and the measures she'll take in dealing with them. She had a list for her enemies, friends, debtors, boyfriends who broke her heart and her  secret admirers and crushers.....Lol! Her Diary was her most prized possession and as youngsters then, we were always curious about reading her secret book. She carried it everywhere she went, hides it under her pillow at night to sleep and takes it along to the restroom. Her sacred attachment to that book almost gave me a wrong idea about the use of a Diary. So many of us are as ignorant as my aunt way back. What do you keep in your Diary? A Diary is a dated handful copies of sheets which purpose is to help the owner plan an efficient daily itinerary. A man who just wake up in the morning  and set out without a proper plan of what to do with his day is 50% a failure already. Never stumble on your day.... Have a detailed analysis of how your 24 hou

The title of my post seems funny right? Since we ain't all farmers, how and why should we grow something.  The goodnews is, even farmers can learn one or two things from this post. What are you growing in 2017.…...Alot of people live with this believe that 'the year brings good tidings' , do we then relax and fold our hands. What do you do to make the new year a better year than it was last year? In your growing, are you ready to sow new seeds or willing to prune the older trees to allow it flourish more in the new year? Don't wait till it get to the middle of the year before you start planting your seeds if you want to reap bountifully harvest at the end of the year. Let the race for success begins now. Start strong and start smart. EYEBLOGGZ!!!.....

A NO  could in turn be interpreted into a million YES if you'd only be Patient and be Positive irrespective of how disappointed you were about such response when you've given all your best to Prepare for..... An Interview, A Proposal, A Project, An Assignment, An Idea, A Dream, A Decision......E.t.c A life changing event can be birthed from receiving NOs and most successful people in the world today are testimonies of such. I'll like to give you several meaning of NO. NO............Not over. It could mean it's not over yet. Keep trying to excel. Maybe you just need to adopt a new method. A new strategy. A new tactics or a new direction, a new location, a new idea, a new business associate, a new boss, a new girlfriend, a new boyfriend, a new friend, a new neighbor, a new customer, a new belief, a new car, a new house or a new location. Whatever new thing that'll change that particular situation in your life. There's a Law called " The Law of Mad

It's another 365 days tick tock today for me and I'm so grateful for all I have achieved for the last 3 decades. Grace found me, lifted me and prospered me. I chose that funny title for this post because a dear friend wished me a Happy womb escape. Well, she never meant no harm but the quidnunc inside me just went 'whaaaaat, hell no! I can't be a womb escapee". Womb Escape....Is that a new line. I guess so. Literally this shouldn't mean anything. I just feel like making a sensible issue of it. No one whether planned or unplanned should be a womb escapee. God's got plans for all mankind irrespective of how your conception took place. I'll let you into my own life a little to explain what I mean. Precisely 3 Jan three decades ago my mother was terribly sick and had me in her tummy. She was diagnosed with jaundice and the doctors said her only option was to allow them terminate the child so she could live. My dad had no choice but signed the papers. T

     It wasn’t business as usual today at the ikeja new garage as a female bus driver ceremoniously joined the drivers plying the Ikeja/Ojodu Berger route. I got to the garage as usual and found people gathering, there was such much euphoria in the air as I fastened my steps just to get a glimpse of the cause. Everyone was staring in awe to see a young lady in her early thirties drive a 17 seater bus into the garage. She was welcomed with noise from the garage boys and from what I could gather, she had been around since last week getting herself familiarize with garage rules and to pay obeisance to her formers. To my amazement, she had with her a female conductor also to help with obtaining fares and settling transactions with commuters. The reason I decided to write this is actually because of the support and cooperation she got from other male bus drivers and conductors. We live in a society where men look down on women who tend to compete in masculine professions so to say,