<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2210692256672753702</id><updated>2014-06-15T13:20:38.337-07:00</updated><category term="life"/><category term="love"/><category term="moving forward"/><category term="orthodontic braces"/><title type='text'>life and things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2210692256672753702/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' 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their ice walls and facades.you will see it.a haunted look.a cry from a soul languishing in a myriad of problems.we all have them in our irises.blue black,brown.i looked inside me and it made so much sense.the futilty of it all.vanity of vanity says the ecclesiastecal preacher.all is vanity.from the rising of the sun,all you put an effort to,all you work to accumulate.vanity.the friends you strive to do for in a bid to keep.the love that seems far beyond reach.i have seen this lonliness.i have experienced it.at every point,i feel one more thing i add to myself will cause happiness to abound.but no.it does nothing to solve it.is it  lack of someone to share with?that special someone who shares ur breaths,to whom u are most important in the world?have u found him?pray tell me where.and how does it feel?for after u find that person.they become a possession.sooner than one fall out,you search for more fulfilm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2210692256672753702.post-2326500044191172276</id><published>2014-06-15T03:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-15T13:04:13.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The marriage problem in Nigeria</title><content type='html'>No kidding.&lt;br&gt;Are they actually giving presents to men who gave children out in marriage this year ?&lt;br&gt;This is how we are celebrating fathers day?&lt;br&gt;I absolutely cannot believe this.&lt;br&gt;I am almost in tears.&lt;br&gt;So this means I have to marry fast so my father can be given a gift in church.&lt;p&gt;How bad can this really get ?&lt;br&gt;I mean, the pressure from outsiders is not enough but now we have to deal with pressure in church ?&lt;br&gt;I feel like a failure sometimes&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m not going to lie about this.&lt;br&gt;Somehow despite all I&amp;#39;ve achieved I feel like I haven&amp;#39;t done a thing because I&amp;#39;m not married.&lt;br&gt;In my heart, I know God&amp;#39;s time is definitely coming for me but I don&amp;#39;t understand how this has become such an issue that the church has started doing things like this.&lt;p&gt;Once you appear to be of reproductive age, you are besieged with all sorts of questions about when you are getting married.&lt;p&gt;Varied forms like-&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Where is he&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;When are we coming to eat rice ?&lt;br&gt;When will we eat cake&lt;br&gt;We want to dance&lt;br&gt;Ah, when are you giving us asoebi&lt;br&gt;THEN,&lt;br&gt;Why are you driving all the men away?&lt;br&gt;So you mean to tell me you have no boyfriend?&lt;p&gt;People look at your fingers before addressing you.&lt;br&gt;At work people feel they can talk to you anyway they choose because you are single.&lt;br&gt;Yesterday at work a nurse said this to me-&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39; You are a small child&lt;br&gt;I have a child older than you so you listen to me when I&amp;#39;m talking &amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;She came into my call room to say this.&lt;br&gt;And I&amp;#39;m wondering ???&lt;br&gt;They snort behind your back, make faces and say all sorts of things.&lt;br&gt;If I&amp;#39; had grown up or schooled here they would be peddling stories by now.&lt;p&gt;My parents pray day and night for a husband for me it sometimes irks me&lt;br&gt;I have no other desire save to be married and successful but the way they are probably embarrassed daily has pushed them to continuously push at heavens gate asking for a life partner.&lt;p&gt;Someday I&amp;#39;ll get married but until then,&lt;br&gt;What really is this embarrassment in church ?&lt;br&gt;This is why I always sit behind at the back of the church and keep a low profile.&lt;br&gt;Marry I will, when the time comes by the Grace of God. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/feeds/2326500044191172276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2210692256672753702&amp;postID=2326500044191172276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2210692256672753702/posts/default/2326500044191172276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2210692256672753702/posts/default/2326500044191172276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-marriage-problem-in-nigeria.html' title='The marriage problem in Nigeria'/><author><name>life and things</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03310404280010802104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2210692256672753702.post-5185444724923454593</id><published>2014-06-15T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-15T13:04:31.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you miss ?</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve often spoken about things people miss when relationships end or friendships have gone awry. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve often wondered about it far more than I&amp;#39;ve spoken about it. &lt;br&gt;If you&amp;#39;ve ever really gotten along well with someone and experienced that bond you&amp;#39;ll understand this. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Friendship&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How it feels when someone understands you &lt;br&gt;Completes you. &lt;br&gt;Converses for hours &lt;br&gt;Never judges &lt;br&gt;Never undermines &lt;br&gt;Always has your best interests at heart. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Friendship is what I miss most. &lt;br&gt;Knowing you&amp;#39;ve got my back. &lt;br&gt;Talking endlessly about meaningful and meaningless &lt;br&gt;Sharing stories &lt;br&gt;Judging the world but not ourselves. &lt;br&gt;Thoughtful actions. &lt;br&gt;Yes, I miss our friendship. &lt;br&gt;The longest I&amp;#39;ve had. &lt;br&gt;The most insightful &lt;br&gt;The ways I learnt &lt;br&gt;That this indeed is how God loves. &lt;br&gt;Yes, I miss friendship. &lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s what matters most. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Xoxo </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/feeds/5185444724923454593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2210692256672753702&amp;postID=5185444724923454593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2210692256672753702/posts/default/5185444724923454593'/><link rel='self' 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have reaLly perfect teeth. &lt;br&gt;Even those with seemingly perfect whites when close up have some sort of malocclusion or the other ? &lt;br&gt;Who really has it going I&amp;#39;m wondering ? &lt;br&gt;So you know they say when you lose something big like maybe you go through a major breakup those are the times when you sit back and do stuff you&amp;#39;ve always wanted to. &lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s something inside us all that makes us want to better ourselves when life hits us with a situation that makes us doubt the very essence of what or whom we are. &lt;br&gt;This is probably why people lose weight when they end a relationship. &lt;br&gt;Or gain weight &lt;br&gt;Take up a new habit &lt;br&gt;Start some new business &lt;br&gt;Start blogging  &lt;br&gt;And so on and so forth. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I was looking on instagram today and saw this beautiful lady who got maRried and her makeup was done by jideofstola. &lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s what spurred the malocclusion story. &lt;br&gt;She had perfect white teeth. &lt;br&gt;Then I noticed the slight overbite on the right. &lt;br&gt;Wearing these braces has somewhat made me into an orthodontist of some sort. &lt;br&gt;Anyway, she&amp;#39;s a pretty girl and that just got me thinking overbites, underbites. &lt;br&gt;This is just the life I&amp;#39;m living now. &lt;br&gt;Today I wear my class 3 elastics, tomorrow I don&amp;#39;t. &lt;br&gt;The pain is awesome when I do. &lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s no space on my bottom jaw for the teeth to go anywhere so they are pushing my 2nd molars into a buccal rotation. &lt;br&gt;I forsee a tooth extraction in my near future &lt;br&gt;I had one before and it was excruciatingly painful. &lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s see what the future really does hold. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/feeds/3974484998419474832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2210692256672753702.post-2099653098819954156</id><published>2014-06-13T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-15T13:05:41.215-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="orthodontic braces"/><title type='text'>Braces and orthodontics</title><content type='html'>I started wearing braces in 2013 december. &lt;br&gt;I woke up and realised I could actually do it. &lt;br&gt;So I decided to go do something about my malocclusion. &lt;br&gt;Yes I was pretty with it but it was getting worse. &lt;br&gt;Off I went to LUTH. &lt;br&gt;I was introduced to a fine intelligent dentist who got me on my way to a beautiful set of pearly whites. &lt;br&gt;We aren&amp;#39;t there yet but it&amp;#39;s frustrating in it&amp;#39;s own way. &lt;br&gt;Nothing good comes easy they say. &lt;br&gt;One thing I didn&amp;#39;t anticipate was all the pain I would have to bear. &lt;br&gt;Imagine having that pain of a toothache every other week. &lt;br&gt;Complete with headaches and what not. &lt;br&gt;Sometimes I feel frustrated like I&amp;#39;m probably not going to end up with what I desire but somehow I keep encouraging myself to trudge on. &lt;br&gt;People ask me questions all the time. &lt;br&gt;From the very ignorant most especially &lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Aren&amp;#39;t you slim enough ? Why have you tied your teeth&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;What&amp;#39;s wrong with you, why are you talking somehow&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;I like your teeth, they&amp;#39;re so fashionable, you don&amp;#39;t have anything to do with money again&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;I feel sorry for you. You are really suffering&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m more likely to sympathise with the last lot than all the others. &lt;br&gt;Yes. &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s like a punishment. &lt;br&gt;But it&amp;#39;s working. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m six months in and sometimes I really want to yank everything off. &lt;br&gt;Just that I&amp;#39;ve invested a lot and I don&amp;#39;t want to give up so easily. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/feeds/2099653098819954156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2210692256672753702&amp;postID=2099653098819954156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2210692256672753702/posts/default/2099653098819954156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2210692256672753702/posts/default/2099653098819954156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/2014/06/braces-and-orthodontics.html' title='Braces and orthodontics'/><author><name>life and things</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03310404280010802104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2210692256672753702.post-1164309735775260865</id><published>2012-03-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-15T13:06:09.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I have learnt about marriage-&lt;br /&gt;It is not about how fast but that good things will always come to those who wait and do so patiently.&lt;br /&gt;I will never want to end up with someone I am not comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy and I want God to be the king of my home&lt;br /&gt;I must must must marry someone who loves God.&lt;br /&gt;The things of my past should never be allowed to affect my future&lt;br /&gt;I must always give people time to show how much they really care about me in order to avoid doubt in future&lt;br /&gt;because i will never stop doubting.&lt;br /&gt;people always claim to love u and then do the most horrid and hurtful things u could ever imagine.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/feeds/1164309735775260865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2210692256672753702&amp;postID=1164309735775260865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2210692256672753702/posts/default/1164309735775260865'/><link rel='self' 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have to add you before you can read anything here im preparing for my 4th west africa primaries and my 3rd attempt at national. i certainly am more clever now although i get tired very often and im thinking a lot more about what i&#39;m doing with the  my life right now.love wise, work wise i shall pass. this too, shall pass. cheers</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/feeds/255156464363388289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2210692256672753702&amp;postID=255156464363388289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2210692256672753702/posts/default/255156464363388289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2210692256672753702/posts/default/255156464363388289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;It wouldn&#39;t be bad if so and so and I were together it could work &lt;br /&gt;And those same so so don&#39;t think same about u&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely horrid condition.&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t think it best for anyone least of all me &lt;br /&gt;But it so happens that people like that still exist in my life &lt;br /&gt;People like P who has a girlfriend but I barely speak with him anymore &lt;br /&gt; So it just gets me thinking sometimes &lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking to these guys completely ?&lt;br /&gt;Continue in a facade &lt;br /&gt;And so on I continued when I would rather be in the true arms of someone who really wanted to be with me &lt;br /&gt;Love and cherish me &lt;br /&gt;Each passing day makes it seem so unattainable and so surreal &lt;br /&gt;Like something bound for everyone but not me &lt;br /&gt;Somehow I still believe God..&lt;br /&gt;If only I could make my belief stronger &lt;br /&gt;My resolve firmer and stay strong and certain that it would happen for me &lt;br /&gt;Yes..sometimes it just seems that whatever it is that gets other people married and stuff is just lacking in me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean,I haven&#39;t a boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;Is there a problem or just a situation of plain missed opportunity &lt;br /&gt;I know there are people who are willing to be with me but they just don&#39;t cut it &lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t want them or attempt to be with them &lt;br /&gt;Tried dating O..we went on two dates.&lt;br /&gt;It was just way off.&lt;br /&gt;Didn&#39;t fit in &lt;br /&gt;Didn&#39;t gel.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/feeds/1491174873124233543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2210692256672753702&amp;postID=1491174873124233543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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everything.&lt;br /&gt;anyone looking to find a reason to live,ask me...&lt;br /&gt;i got all the answers or i&#39;ll at least try figure it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah.....where do we start out?&lt;br /&gt;our fav topic shall be the humans who make up this existence in which we all are.&lt;br /&gt;then we shall reverence the one and only almighty maker.&lt;br /&gt;so ,i shall tell you a thing or two today....&lt;br /&gt;one-before u trust somone,let there be some evidence in your heart of a thing done to deserve that trust&lt;br /&gt;two-a person who does no talking may not be so dumb after all.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loisssssss.blogspot.com/feeds/6539698393068028314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2210692256672753702&amp;postID=6539698393068028314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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