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All Comments Are Welcome...,</subtitle><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>336</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-6833939548635998771</id><published>2014-03-21T20:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-03-21T20:52:18.794-04:00</updated><title type="text">This Health Thing</title><content type="html">Since my primary physician has advise me last year to get a "Blood 
Pressure" cuff at home as a parent and adult, i have invested few 
dollars on one and so far i am trying to use as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;
 Funnily, i like using the one at the CVS stores which is five blogs 
from home and whenever i am close by the store. The readings are always 
slight different but i don't really knows more into it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; On one cold evening around &lt;span class="aBn" data-term="goog_136232701" tabindex="0"&gt;&lt;span class="aQJ"&gt;7:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
 after work and working out, i went by the CVS store, just to check my 
BP then i met two other gentlemen there waiting for prescription and 
also checking there BP. It happens that one of the guy is a gentleman 
that i knew years back. I said hello to them and i removed my tick 
winter jacket and sweats in order for me to get my big muscle by-ceps 
through the cuffs. They laugh at me , so i join them laughing at myself 
too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&amp;nbsp; My reading came out 133/83/67. Now remember i just get off from gym 
and it's cold outside, so one of the gym said, "Oh your reading is less,
 meaning that my BP is normal but i then remind them, that the normal 
reading is 120/80 but before i move any further, let's talk about this 
normal reading at current: There's new reading level now, which is 
140/90 for ages in the 40's.&lt;br /&gt;

&amp;nbsp; that's what my Doctor said and also on the Internets and it's a big 
debates because many Doctor preferred the original one of 120/80. The 
juries are still out on that for now. But what really hits me is this. 
The gentleman that i know , said that he normally don't check his BP or 
take care of himself as it supposed to be. That scared me a bit , so i 
asked him , what's going on Bro?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&amp;nbsp; And the flood gates opens . I have learned that it's always good to 
listen and ask and that makes people knows that they can talk to you and
 express there feelings and more. But this evening was a bit different. 
Here we go now. So he decided to test his BP , he get off his jacket, 
fold up his sleeves and get to the BP machine within few minutes, his 
result are out: and is 167/90. That's a bit high, so i asked him to seat
 for awhile and redo it again. I asked him , what's going on in your 
life? Here is our chat: Life is stressful, he is a single man, no kids, 
no wife, no lover. He taught, that will make him happy, yes he is happy 
but he needs companion. Life as not been so kind to him like others, 
life as not shake up so well for him, he has being let down by his 
ex-wife, hurts&amp;nbsp; and down. I can feel those words sometimes too. So 
nothing new , but this guy is down, i can feel his emotions and the way 
he is looking at me as we chat. So i let him finished, and i say to him 
bro , life is never going to be fair or equal. Life is hard , life is 
not a one way stress sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&amp;nbsp; As he took his seat and relaxed back, the other guy with him get to 
the BP machine, in few minutes,his reading was 133/86/57. Now earlier when they arrived his reading was 167/90, that's what they told 
me since i was not around when the arrived, so i told them , see now, 
it's went down after they have relaxed and get there calmness together 
from the cold out but this is the deal about this blog for today: As my 
Doctor said before, stress is not good for you or me or anyone, let's 
try hard to reduce it or work on it. If there's something you want to 
tell someone or want to get done, try hard but don't over do it or hurts 
yourself or anyone on it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&amp;nbsp; No relationship is perfect but try, try and try. Let's all take responsibilities for our short coming, we are human, you know. We all 
have flaws, let's stop pretending that we are perfect . On;y God is 
perfect and no one else, tomorrow will always comes, talk calmly and 
always try to say the truth, it might help heals a broken heart. Don't be
 afraid of the unknown always . There's nothing wrong to fall in love, 
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As
 I was thinking of what to write down this night, I came across this 
article and I am adding my own taught into it. But it's true that 
sometimes we all just have to take a back seat sometimes, just breath, 
calm down, look, listen and appreciates all.&lt;br /&gt;


     &lt;br /&gt;
You probably already know the things that make up a good, healthy, 
happiness-filled life. (And you’re pretty sure it’s not Cheetos, 
checking email in bed, or gossiping.)
&lt;br /&gt;


  But we all need occasional (or even daily) reminders. And the good 
news is: you don’t have to do these things five times a day, every day 
to see a big shift in your life. Even just a few times a week or five 
minutes a day can make a big difference. Promise!
&lt;br /&gt;


  &lt;b&gt;With that in mind, here are 12 things that all of us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;—myself very much included—&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;should be doing more often.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;b&gt;1. Disconnect from technology.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  Let’s turn our phones off, especially at dinner. Institute a "no phones on the table" rule. We don’t need to spend &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;
 our time documenting our lives for social media. Contrary to the 
popular saying, yes it did happen, even if it’s not on Instagram. This 
is hard for me. But in reality it's good for couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;b&gt;2. Spend time in each other's company.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  Physically being with people is the only way to get 
that sense of human connectedness. Yes, it’s lovely to video chat with 
your grandma every weekend, but that’s not the same as standing in her 
kitchen, working through her famous recipe for cinnamon rolls. Commit to
 making more time for in-person interaction with the people you 
love.Spending time with my daughter always makes me feels bless and 
calm, above all the time with me mother was the best. I remember when I 
arrived at Connaught Hospital, she was not expecting me, because I try 
hard for her not to know that I am coming to take care of her, my mom 
eyes was wide open and she smiles and this is what she says to me and 
everyone around her sick bed: This is my son. I know you will definitely
 come to see me and take care of me, despite I didn't tell her, but 
something in her says that I am coming to be with her. Wow. It hits me 
hard. But she's my Mother, and she's my blessings. So please give your 
time generously to your parents and love one. &lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;b&gt;3. Put your well-being first.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  Many of us have a tendency to let our egos and bank 
accounts make decisions for us. If we don’t go to that party, they won’t
 invite us next time. If we say no to that client, they won’t put us on 
retainer. If we don’t order a cocktail and appetizer, they’ll think 
we’re boring or broke.
&lt;br /&gt;


    Our emotional and physical well-being often falls to the wayside. 
Take those personal days, drink water and eat a salad, turn down things 
that feel wrong.Baby, I am not a Party freak, so less stress here. I 
careless what other's will think of me for my Anti-Social life, but it 
takes away lot of stress from me. Yes we all have to give body to each 
other, since no one knows tomorrow, but just parting is not my cut. I 
try, but always fall short of that social scene. &lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;b&gt;4. Call family members just to say hi. &lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  Your mom would love to hear your voice and your 
sister would love to hear all about your trip to Mexico. So call them! 
Don’t save phone calls for those "figuring out travel plans" or "what 
should we get Dad for his birthday" situations. I will confess. I am bad
 when it comes to calling people. I am the guy who text even my lovely 
daughter just to know that she's in school or what's she wants for 
dinner. But slowly I've been doing calls. I normally don't call my 
Aunt's much, now I do once a week, despite talking to Fati daily, 
everyone else I just text to say Hello. But yest it's good to call and 
just hear each other voice. I used to call my Mother daily, that's 
exception above all. May Her Soul rest in perfect peace. Missing you 
Hajja Saliamatu&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;b&gt;5. Read real, actual books.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  I love the feel of books and the smell of the pages. I
 love to write in the margins, fold the pages, and crack the spine when I
 open them for the first time. Books are a treasure box of words in your
 pocket. Spend more time with them. I normally read the QURAN more 
during Ramadan, but recently I've been reading it at work&amp;nbsp; more than at 
home. Since the electronic World has make things much more easier.&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;b&gt;6. Think before responding.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  Since we’re constantly returning texts and replying 
to emails within five minutes, we’ve gotten into the habit of responding
 to situations immediately. And that’s fine when your friend is just 
emailing to say she’ll be 10 minutes late. But when you receive 
important news, good or bad, sit with it for a while.  Give yourself 
time to work through it and feel your feelings. You’ll probably be much 
happier with your response if you give yourself some time. There's a 
jerk who normally e-mails me via Facebook and try to be so rude, now 
this is man, he's story is this: He's after a girl in my home Country 
Sierra Leone, but the girl told her that she prefer me more than any 
man, no listen to this. I don't have no relationship with this girl or 
this man, But the miracle of Facebook again, someone is crazy about me 
that I don't know, so this man is upsets with me for that and starts 
sending e-mails, in the beginning I was getting upsets, but then I 
realized, some people just needs to vents, so&amp;nbsp; let me be. I try&amp;nbsp; not to 
reply him back immediately, maybe a day or two. Slowly, he starts to 
change his manner to me&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;b&gt;7. Get more laughing done in a day.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  The average 4-year-old &lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-possibility-paradigm/201106/are-you-meeting-your-laugh-quota-why-you-should-laugh-5-year-ol" target="_blank"&gt;laughs 300 times a day, the average 40-year-old laughs four&lt;/a&gt;. How can you up your laugh quota? Surround yourself with funny people, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Tell-a-Joke" target="_blank"&gt;learn how to tell a joke&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to some &lt;a href="http://mbmbam.libsyn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;hilarious podcast&lt;/a&gt;, or just search YouTube for funny videos. &lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
I've always like looking at any HAPPY PERSON'S. It's relief stress. I
 know we're not perfect, but some people are just too unhappy to be 
around, they'll drain your positive energy so fast. I feel bless 
whenever I'll talks to Fati, she have that positive energy and smiles 
that will&amp;nbsp; just hits you and make you feel welcome and special

 &lt;b&gt;8. Write by hand.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  Write letters to your family or friends, write notes 
to lovers, lists for the store, goals for the week, or thank you notes. 
Digital communication is fantastic and convenient but there’s a huge 
difference between texting someone to say that you love them and writing
 it on a note and leaving it taped to the front door or bathroom mirror.
&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;b&gt;9. Go to sleep one hour earlier.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  When we’re well rested we’re more productive, 
happier, and we make better decisions. Those emails will still be there 
in the morning, as will Netflix. Close the screen and go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;
With
 my age now in the 40's, I am expereiencing some form of sleeping 
problems. I might try to go to sleep bit early most time, since I've to 
wake up at 4:30 am. But most time I just can't sleep. Don't ask me why, 
But I am trying hard.

 &lt;b&gt;10. Make time to do nothing.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  Yes, even if you have to actually schedule it into 
your calendar. Doing nothing could be going for a walk, cuddling your 
pet, taking a long bath, or just laying on the sofa and staring into the
 middle distance. Down time is required if you really want to recharge 
your batteries.
&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;b&gt;11. Get dressed up.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  I know that leggings-as-pants are incredibly 
comfortable. But sometimes we need to take the time to shine our shoes, 
put on some red lipstick, and get out of our yoga clothes. Even if it’s 
for no good reason! Make your own reason—drinks with the girls, a 
gallery opening, dinner at that cool new restaurant.
&lt;br /&gt;


 &lt;b&gt;12. Wander. &lt;/b&gt;W&lt;b&gt;ithout your GPS, without a destination or purpose. &lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


  Take a walk around a new neighborhood, pull over when you see a cute 
shop you’ve never noticed before, let your dog lead the way on his daily
 walk. You never know what you’ll find or who you’ll meet.
&lt;br /&gt;


    Now, I bet that you already know that these simple steps will make 
your life more amazing. Consider this a loving push to really, actually 
do them a little more often.
&lt;/div&gt;
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Fasted for almost eleven hours, wakes up and take Sally to school, I then drives head first to Dr. Moody office.&lt;br /&gt;

It's
 my year&lt;br /&gt;
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​ly​&lt;/div&gt;
physical exams. As the ritual goes, "Blood work first", after 
results are in, the physical &lt;div class="gmail_default" style="color: #000066; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet ms,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
​body works ​&lt;/div&gt;
kicks in. It's a routine that I've done for
 the past several years now, I am &lt;div class="gmail_default" style="color: #000066; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet ms,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
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n my forties now, and more 
considerate than before. I normally don't see doctor's for years in the 
past, that sometimes ago.I find myself now more careful and 
health guru&lt;br /&gt;
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​ kind of guy now (Despite I don't know much about it anyway)​&lt;/div&gt;
, if I may borrow that word. I am not a doctor or health 
personnel,&amp;nbsp; but I have been thinking deeper about health since my mother
 passed away, despite about four years ago when my daughter was diagnose
 with high cholesterol, I tried to starts monitoring things, we start&lt;div class="gmail_default" style="color: #000066; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet ms,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
​ed​&lt;/div&gt;
eating salad instead of fast food, we start&lt;div class="gmail_default" style="color: #000066; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet ms,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
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baking food at home instead 
of eating at restaurants, but it only last for few weeks, we're back to 
our old tricks again.Now, my mom died from "Heart problems". My whole views has changed from that day on about my health and love ones health.&lt;div class="gmail_default" style="color: #000066; display: inline; font-family: trebuchet ms,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
​
 It's get scary sometimes when I imagine me eating all kind of junk food
 that I used to, despite I don't smoke or drinks alcohol, but I do eat 
lot, I mean I really eats lot. I don't think there's anything wrong with
 eating lot, but I am starting to eat more healthy foods than just 
eating all. I am thankful for my faith that taught me not to eat pork or
 drinks alcohol or smokes any kind of thing.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Back
 to my yearly checkup results: After all the tests of this and that, Dr.
 Moody came in and my heart was beating faster. I always tells my Dr to 
give me the bad news first before any good news. He smiles and said to 
me, calm down, I looked away. "Oh well, he took a deep breath and said, 
Man you're in good shape, you're a healthy man, I said oh no Doc, what 
do you mean? I am an older man now in his 40's, he smiles again, and 
starts reading my blood works results, all is good, my Cholesterol is 
down, my total cholesterol is 140, just when I came from Africa last May
 from taking care of my mom, my cholesterol was 198, that's high. He 
asked me to take Crestor, well for many people who knows me, I don't 
like medicines, so the battle started to lower my cholesterol. Despite I
 did pick up the Crestor from the Pharmacy, I was not taking it as he 
asked me to. I will do it maybe twice a week, I starts doing garlic, and
 stop eating salts, lot of Olives oil, fruits, greens, baked all my 
food, that includes fish, chicken and even small amount of beef, I cut 
down lot, I tried to lose more weights and increase my workout. It's not
 easy and it's not getting easy. But wow, I felt a bit relief to lower 
my cholesterol, but that's not the end of the game, I just realized I've
 to be on this for the rest of my life. Can I cry for help? Anyone out 
there to help me? &lt;/div&gt;
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​
As I was telling my Aunt's that evening after my Doctor visit, and by 
the way, my Aunt is an RN, Her first advice was: Don't go on 
medication's, yes Aunty, I hear you loud and clear, she just makes me 
feel good that I can do it better and change my life styles. &lt;/div&gt;
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Did
 I just say changing my life styles? Do I really have any life styles? 
Uhmm, let me see: Work, Workouts, Come home, Wake up again and start the
 routines again, and on Wednesday night, go get Sally, Take her to 
school on Thursday and Friday. Is this all? Wait a minute now. Oh, I 
see. yes that's my life styles for now. I want to spicy this up a bit. 
Any suggestions please? ​&lt;/div&gt;
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some months of not posting.&amp;nbsp; I have so many "THEME" to embark on. This 
time is about my mom, jobs, lifes, Woman, love, familities, life in 
America, the gym , etc.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp; as i was sitting in the steam room just less than an hour ago , 
after my vigorous workout . I was in the steam room with a gym partner, 
though, he's not my friend but we use the same gym, sometimes the same 
equipments, the same pool and now the same steam room. He is a big guy, 
sometimes , he's a show to watch, i mean the way he uses the the gym 
equipments wrongly&amp;nbsp; sometimes but i feel like warning him to be careful 
about the way he uses the equipments but i didn't,&amp;nbsp; i know i can be 
vocal too fast when things are wrong, despite i am not perfect but when 
it comes to gym , my blood always run fast. O Kay!&amp;nbsp; let me go&amp;nbsp; back a 
little bit : &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 I have being trying for the past seven months now to post most of what i
 wrote while i was with my late mother back in freetown. I lost my mom 
on the 8th, may 2013. I was helpless looking at her dieing on my arms 
and i could't do anything, i became so speechless for a while but i 
struggle to wake myself up and say "from God we came and to God we shall
 return", i am a musilm , so i have to accept the reality of life . 
Hmmm... Death is inevitable! My mom died from congestive heart failure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; might write about those sad days or just post those blogs that i 
wrote and never post. December 29th, 2013, few days to new year and i 
know i don't want to be among the people who will always says their new 
year resolutions at the beginning of&amp;nbsp; a new year . Today&amp;nbsp; i am going to 
re- starts my blogging and this time , its forever, God willing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

 Back to the steam room, this Sunday evening the guy i said , is one of 
my gym partner', his name is Derek. He's over weight, and will be 
roughly about 280 Lbs, 6ft, 4in. I am taller than him but i weight less 
than him, i am 239 Lbs.&amp;nbsp; Funnily , we started conversation about level 
of temperature of the heat , in the steam room. Derek says&amp;nbsp; to me , he 
likes it hotter but i like the steam at normal temperature. He was 
showing me how to keep the steam&amp;nbsp; hotter, And he suddenly says to me 
"you are a muscle man" and&amp;nbsp; then i said , oh well, because i hear that 
always from others, so, hearing it , is not a big deal to me. Then i 
asked him , Derek what is your weight? And he said is weighing 280 lbs, 
then i says , Oh wow!&amp;nbsp; Thats a lot. And then we continue talking about 
the important of workout and staying healthy. But then i cant remember 
how we ends up about : health matters". But in our conversation he also 
told me,&amp;nbsp; his blood pressure is very high and he's on medication.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

&amp;nbsp; we stayed in the steam room for about fifteen minutes and its hot but 
this is the deal for the first of my blog this new year. I am going to 
be writing about things that matters to me and to the people closer to 
me but i am going to concentrate and write more on health than ever 
before, also i want us all to know that we're responsible for our life, 
health and how we do things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

 Back to Derek, he keeps talking,&amp;nbsp; while&amp;nbsp; i am sweating and enjoying the
 steam. As he talks , i started realizing or let me say,i learned 
something new about our health. O Kay!&amp;nbsp; Now back to my family,&amp;nbsp; my 
family have the history of obesity and high blood pressure. Sometimes 
it's scared me a lot looking at my daughter who is growing so fast,&amp;nbsp; the 
last time we went to see her doctor, the doctor was telling me that i 
have to help my daughter get in shape. My girl is just a bit above her 
weight and&amp;nbsp; her doctor says she as a cholesterol which i have too and i 
am fighting it hard daily by working out five (5) to six (6) days in a 
week and i sometimes , think i am&amp;nbsp; crazy about my health but i am not 
and i also think i am doing too much but i am not. Our health is the 
most precious thing we need to give more attention to in life, so we all
 have to take care of our health . It's not jokes out there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The
 man who insists upon seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, 
never decides. Accept life, and you must accept regret." - Henri 
Frederic Amiel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's 4:oo am in the morning in DC. My cell&amp;nbsp;phone&amp;nbsp;has been ringing,
 it's a call from home, a call from my mother, she was calling me since&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=9015278"&gt;3:00&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=9015278"&gt;&amp;nbsp;am&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but
 I was&amp;nbsp;sound asleep. I&amp;nbsp;ran to my phone and see my mother missed calls, I
 call her&amp;nbsp;back immediately, I know something is just not right, my heart
 was beating fast and I am worried, is my mother okay? Or something 
worst. After few rings, she answered with a shaking voice and I can feel
 her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Sayid" ( as my mother calls me ) I am sick. I am not feeling good.
 I can't walk right and I want to go to the hospital, I don't mind to 
admit. But I am sick".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;fight back my fears and I ask, &amp;nbsp;"Mummy,&amp;nbsp;what's the&amp;nbsp;problem? What's wrong? Are you okay?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My mother said, "No, I am not alright".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;With all Allah courage and grace in me, I broke down. I know my 
mother as very strong lady and she's not emotional of a lady. But to 
sense that my mother is crying, hits me hard and makes me more worried 
and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;
 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Just a week before this, I lost my Cousin Abdulia. May his Soul 
rest in perfect peace.&amp;nbsp;We were close, I always look up to him and he's a
 wonderful family man. I remember all the good times we&amp;nbsp;spent together 
with my main Uncle Sallieu. Oh God. Life....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Doctor's have told my mother many years ago that she needs to slow
 down and stop doing hard work and just relaxed, she didn't. My mother 
still wash her clothes, cook and goes to the market her self,&amp;nbsp;fetch 
water, and walks under the rain.&amp;nbsp;Three of my brothers are there who can 
do it all for her, but my mother don't allow them to do&amp;nbsp;things for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;My mother was born with heart problems, she's a blessings. My mother is in her 60's now.God heals my mother.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;
 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Back to the phone call, I don't know&amp;nbsp;who to call or where to 
starts, but I only know my mother needs help right away and it's 
serious.&amp;nbsp;I send message to my loved one who has dumped me for good now 
since my mother fall ill, but we'll&amp;nbsp;go back to my loved one later,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I
 then called my Aunt, my mother&amp;nbsp;younger sister who lives in Maryland.We 
both&amp;nbsp;are panicking&amp;nbsp;and action needs to be taken right away. To make the 
story short, my aunt and I mobilized&amp;nbsp;the other family's in Freetown&amp;nbsp;to 
get my mother to the hospital immediately. God bless my Aunt. I know 
family's are the best always in life, no matter how much we all see 
thing differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="im"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My mother has been in hospital for almost a week now and slowly 
getting back to herself.&amp;nbsp;Several X-rays and medications and family 
physical supports are flowing. (I'll keep my mother updates as she get 
better on my blogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Did I just say family's supports are flowing? Yes, I mean it and
 outside physical supports too. I realized that if you're good to people
 and open and talk&amp;nbsp;with clear and genuineness, one can always have 
someone who'll listen and surprise you, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Facebook),
 few of&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;FB &amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;who sometimes say hello to me and live in 
Freetown, went to see my mother at the hospital. They kept asking me why
 I am down and not chatting much on Facebook. As open as I am always, I 
let them know my mother is sick in the hospital. Many went and&amp;nbsp;visited 
with my mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I let them contact my younger 
brother first before they can see my mother. To my surprise, my mother 
told me that she's amazed by the visits and support&amp;nbsp;and she&amp;nbsp;got 
&amp;nbsp;emotional. Well those friends are just people who I'll say hello to and
 one&amp;nbsp; particular guy, (Won't mentioned his name).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He went and ask if he
 can wash my mother clothes and provide her&amp;nbsp;medicines&amp;nbsp;and other stuff, 
my brother said NO, "Sayed is doing all for her mom". Wow. Thanks Bro 
for your kindness, despite you only knew me on Facebook, but you went 
above and&amp;nbsp;beyond&amp;nbsp;all means. I might be slowing down on Facebook to pay 
more attentions now to my mother and family and good people who cares 
about me, but I learn something&amp;nbsp;new&amp;nbsp;lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the 
supports I have here in the States, special one's who asked if they can 
get my mother medications and prayers. Words can't tell my state of 
mind.&amp;nbsp;I was way down when you guys were asking me to just tell how&amp;nbsp;each 
one of you can help my mother. Tears was in my eyes but I've to hide 
them and just be this super man that I always imagine to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="im"&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;But
 with all that, I've to say this and I know it will take awhile&amp;nbsp;to 
get&amp;nbsp;it off&amp;nbsp;my mind and I'll write more on this topic&amp;nbsp;on many more blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I
 &amp;nbsp;was cut off by someone I love, admire and have always long for and 
wish to spend my life with. I got dumped during the hardest time of my 
life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;My
 mother&amp;nbsp;is sick and she turned her back on &amp;nbsp;me and she is gone for good.
 I will not , say or try to condemn anyone on my blogs.&amp;nbsp;True love is 
more than words and sometimes more than actions. But yes. I am all alone
 again in my life. In&amp;nbsp;my 40's, no one to call my partner, my lover, my 
wife or my fiancee or sweetie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I
 don't care; what is &amp;nbsp;the point or excuse you were trying to find in me 
to&amp;nbsp;abandon&amp;nbsp;me, you could have or should have waited till my mother got 
better before you dumped me or walked away. Not at this&amp;nbsp;sad time in my 
life. You can tell me that I am not for you, and your family pressure is
 more than you can handle and I am not from your side or part of the 
World, or qualify for you or too old for you or too&amp;nbsp;ugly&amp;nbsp;for you, you 
could have waited&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;for my mother to get well or better 
before you say goodbye. You &amp;nbsp;could have stood by me and just tell me all
 will be fine despite you're not interested in me, you could have care 
for me and show that we're Muslim's and human and God creations. You 
could have kept your peace and just hold on to me while I&amp;nbsp;wiped&amp;nbsp;my tears
 for my mother's health.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You
 could have told me how you felt about &amp;nbsp;me and what you wanted from&amp;nbsp;me 
and why you waited for an excuse to dump &amp;nbsp;me. You could have&amp;nbsp;told me 
that all will be fine and I am here for you no matter what. You could 
have prayed for my mother's health; you could have have wished &amp;nbsp;me well 
before you dumped me. Not after you've dumped me and now you're gone and
 you're now telling me that God will help us all. I know God will. But 
don't&amp;nbsp;think I am in a sad position? Do you have a heart or do you feel 
good by just&amp;nbsp;dumping&amp;nbsp;me and gone forever? Do you/ Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/3289921389835266895/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-mother-illness.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/3289921389835266895" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/3289921389835266895" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-mother-illness.html" rel="alternate" title="My MOTHER Illness..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-8421033609438382967</id><published>2013-01-26T09:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-26T09:01:52.433-05:00</updated><title type="text">Stories From The Heart</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.heart.org/HEARTORG/General/Stories-From-The-Heart_UCM_001809_Article.jsp#.UQPhx76xlek.blogger"&gt;Stories From The Heart&lt;/a&gt;</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/8421033609438382967/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2013/01/stories-from-heart.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/8421033609438382967" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/8421033609438382967" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2013/01/stories-from-heart.html" rel="alternate" title="Stories From The Heart" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-1871546934174703699</id><published>2012-12-20T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-20T22:27:41.606-05:00</updated><title type="text">What's Going On?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have 
the power to make me happy or unhappy today."&lt;/i&gt; - Groucho Marx&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The end of a year, the end of many things, the end of some routines. But wait, it's always a new &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;of something, that's always going to happen in daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chatting with friends about t&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he "Mayan" calender and there belief. Desp&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ite my faith and way of life, I am quite sure that December 21 is not the end of this World, it might be the end of the "M&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ayan" calender alone. Only GOD knows when this World will end. As some will say &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"your World ends when one expires this life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking&lt;/span&gt; back this past few days, I have been sad and feel lonely, despite I was down with "&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;respiratory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Virus"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;as my doctors calls it, I've been down feeling sad&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Not for all what this year has been for me and my family's and friends and other people that I know, but I just can't get few im&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;portant points to someone I loves and wants to be with and cares for deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know love don't comes easy or can't be buy with money, understanding that sometimes we all can't do all we wants at the time we wish for or hope for or wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's something that's eating me up a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have to travel, this is a trip I've to get done, this is an important trip i&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;n my life, this is about me settling down and complete my FAITH as a Muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sometimes wish I've the magic one's always and I can just &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;play with it, but is not like that always. Trying to understand someone who's far away from each other can't always work smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've no one to blame but me and me alone. At my age now, I don't want to be alone always, I've been alone for too long and it's not an easy life, despite it's cool and calm and no one can tell you what to do &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; how to live your life, but this life needs changes and needs body. No one can be an Island forever, I pray God. &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God I wish I can get my points across and make someone to see and understand my cry, but I've come to realized that no one cares but there own points that's all that matters now. Is this love or lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trust me, I know what I wants in life, I know I can't be with anyone that I've to go o&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ut for party each and every week&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. I know what I want, I know that there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are someone out there who ca&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;n feel for me &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;or just understand my pains or cry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After all, this is not a bad World you know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/1871546934174703699/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/12/whats-going-on.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/1871546934174703699" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/1871546934174703699" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/12/whats-going-on.html" rel="alternate" title="What's Going On?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-3810945236434358835</id><published>2012-11-22T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-22T21:34:45.129-05:00</updated><title type="text">Thanksgiving Day In The USA.</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Groucho Marx &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since September to now, my family has seen few sad times, dealing with death, illness and other matters. As things happens I start to see how much one can handles when the challenges raised.&amp;#160; I see more of what people means to each other than just what one person wants for themself alone and no one else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finished my tax issues with the IRS, which was a bit pain in the rear. The stress of getting things while you might not want to always explain your case to the World, it can get a bit hard, and sometimes people will just thinks all is well with you or you’re too calm and don’t want to cry out for help or mental supports, at the same times, crying out doesn’t always solves one problems, instead they’ll look at you as weak, lazy, careless, a pain or even worst, more unknown assumptions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a single father and someone who’s taking great care of his mother and other’s, it’s seems cool when everyone can cry on you but there’s no one you can cry upon, oh well except GOD, Who can be the right one to cry upon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve blog many stories in the past months while I just don’t have the courage to post them, reasons? None, I am not going to make fancy excuses here and try to feel sorry for myself. Sure enough I can do better, I can write and post things, it does helps me and the few people that might come across it, but more important, it’s get the attention of my baby Fati. God bless her heart for me always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve past the elections, we’re now putting Thanksgiving behind us, despite it’s good to be thankful daily, now what next? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took my over due Sea trip, which was way over due, it was kind enough for me to just relaxed for three days and get couple hundreds of nature photos, despite I am still uploading them, lazy? yes that’s what I’ll call my big head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am very thankful for life, family’s, job, health, good friends, and Fatima.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God help us all and help us makes the changes we’re fighting within ourselves daily. God help us to keep our health, family and love one and make our faith stronger and grant us our daily requests, whatever that might be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s Thanksgiving Thursday people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/3810945236434358835/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/11/thanksgiving-day-in-usa.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/3810945236434358835" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/3810945236434358835" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/11/thanksgiving-day-in-usa.html" rel="alternate" title="Thanksgiving Day In The USA." type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-7468585534663885396</id><published>2012-07-04T10:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-04T10:48:36.386-04:00</updated><title type="text">Dreams..</title><content type="html">&lt;font color="#000066"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms,sans-serif"&gt;  &lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM:medium none;TEXT-ALIGN:left;BORDER-LEFT:medium none;BACKGROUND-COLOR:transparent;COLOR:#000000;OVERFLOW:hidden;BORDER-TOP:medium none;BORDER-RIGHT:medium none;TEXT-DECORATION:none"&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Dream and give yourself permission to envision a You that you choose to be.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM:medium none;TEXT-ALIGN:left;BORDER-LEFT:medium none;BACKGROUND-COLOR:transparent;COLOR:#000000;OVERFLOW:hidden;BORDER-TOP:medium none;BORDER-RIGHT:medium none;TEXT-DECORATION:none"&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know why I&amp;#39;ve to talks about dreams this morning, but I thinks I might as well go on it. Nathaniah, a long time friend of mine visited me at work yesterday afternoon, I&amp;#39;ve not seen her for years, last year she sent me e-mail checking on me after she dreamt of me, she was so afraid of my healths and life, I don&amp;#39;t know what she means by that, but she says that what&amp;#39;s her dreams tells her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;So her visit yesterday was the same thing again, she dreamt of me and she thinks something might be wrong with me or my health or well being. Don&amp;#39;t ask me why. It&amp;#39;s a bit confusing to me why she&amp;#39;s dreaming about me and her concern is my health or well being. The last time I checked, I am a healthy man in his 40&amp;#39;s. I try my best to stay healthy despite nothing is guarantee in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;She says she&amp;#39;s good with her dreams and so on. As my parents have always says: Always pray for the best and imagine the best on yourself and others always. I don&amp;#39;t know what&amp;#39;s ahead of me, only GOD knows, but I&amp;#39;ve to try my best and do better as the advice  always goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;I&amp;#39;ve seen many people in many different ways and attitudes, sometimes I&amp;#39;ve asked myself why people are always in a bad mood? Sometimes you see one who looks as if the whole World is falling down on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;Have you ever meets anyone who seems so extra ordinary? Thinks they know more or they&amp;#39;re so special and they can see the World much better than you can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;Going back to my long time friend: She has put on lot of weights and heavier than before, I was a bit concern about her weights and as a gentleman, I can&amp;#39;t tell a lady that she&amp;#39;s over weight, but I also remember that she was seriously ill many years ago and went through surgery, and she get much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;I&amp;#39;ve always wish a World where we all can wish good things for others. If we can just dream that we ourselves have problems to work on first, our healths, our daily life, our family&amp;#39;s, our jobs, our friend&amp;#39;s and our faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;I pray for all dreams to be good and joyful and brings us peace of mind and a better World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM:medium none;TEXT-ALIGN:left;BORDER-LEFT:medium none;BACKGROUND-COLOR:transparent;COLOR:#000000;OVERFLOW:hidden;BORDER-TOP:medium none;BORDER-RIGHT:medium none;TEXT-DECORATION:none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  </content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/7468585534663885396/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/07/dreams.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/7468585534663885396" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/7468585534663885396" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/07/dreams.html" rel="alternate" title="Dreams.." type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-633062037912582827</id><published>2012-04-21T15:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-21T15:10:02.754-04:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;quot;It turns out that no one can imagine what's really coming in our lives. We can plan, and do what we enjoy, but we can't expect our plans to work out. Some of them might, while most probably won't. Inventions and ideas will appear, and events will occur, that we could never foresee. That's neither bad nor good, but it is real.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt; -Pen Machine.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;I attended a friend or let's me say an extended family member funeral today in Richmond. A 40 years old young man, I always called him Uncle Man, as his family nickname. I've known him many years back through his sister. He was a good man, and respectful young man. Yes, in life I've learn many things and some of them is &amp;quot;No one knows tomorrow&amp;quot;. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;While at the funeral service, I listen to all the sermons, they're all emotional, heart felts, moving and some fun memories too. But one of the sermon's that hits me and stays with me is when they were talking about Uncle man and the loves he always have for his family's and wife. He treats his wife like the most important treasure in this World. He calls his mother daily and makes sure his mom is at home and well feed. He will go out shopping for his wife and surprised her always and he will talks about his wife and he says: how much understanding and caring she is to him always, how much his wife will do anything in the World to makes him happy and appreciating.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;Despite I am not married right now, but I feel that connections when someone is in love or let me say &amp;quot;When two hearts beats as one&amp;quot; I mean true love, when one can just looks at each other and feels for each other, how one always wants to runs home to his or her loves one and just be there for one another.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;I called my mother after the funeral and I was telling her where I was, and I remember how bless it is to have mother, despite I can't see my mother as I wants to, but talking to my mom always helps a bit. Is not that life have to be perfect always, but we've to learn from our daily encounters and change things for the better. Yes, I still believes we can love, and be love at the same time. I don't know if it's that hard to get a serious and devout life partner. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;For many of times, we all takes things for granted in our life, i.e.: family's, love, friends, jobs, health, money, opportunities and many other things, but if we think again and look the other side and see what others wish they could have or wish for, we have to be thankful for all. Appreciating the gift from God, no matter what kind of gifts we've in our life, we've to think again and think more and be thankful always, no matter what&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  </content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/633062037912582827/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/04/turns-out-that-no-one-can-imagine-whats.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/633062037912582827" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/633062037912582827" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/04/turns-out-that-no-one-can-imagine-whats.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-5746885613216268361</id><published>2012-04-17T20:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-17T20:00:31.159-04:00</updated><title type="text">Letter To Life # 3</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry. Worry never fixes anything.&amp;quot; - Mary Hemingway&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Just so you know, I started this letter to Life last year and I’ve been a bit slow on writing it, when I started, I posted two now and I say to myself that I’ll write one every two or three weeks, I didn’t do as I told myself, and guess what? I am not going to make any excuses, May be I am lazy, or may be too much on my plates, i.e: Trip to Africa, (Home and Kaduna), or let me say, too much work since I’ve to take cares of personal responsibilities and it’s a must to do. Or, let me say too much thinking about my future. Oh, did I just say my FUTURE?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Yes, my future, my life plans in my 40’s, my expectations, my desires, my feelings, my way of life. But wait, did all those things I just stated matters much? I don’t thinks all of them do matters, but some are, yes, they are.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;God always have plans for all of us and we just have to be determine and keep our shoulder to the wheels while we keep pushing and turning those wheels of life.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Marriage: Yes, I just say it, It’s time, God help me through, despite I am wondering and keep on asking for your directions and soft wind behind my back and the wide clear, blue sky up top me and the means and ways to get through it all.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;As no man is complete in life without a life partner, so I do believes that we all have to try and try more to fulfill that part of our life journey, I know it’s never going to be always easy in life or anything we do. We or let me just say: I have never see or heard that life will be easy always, so why can’t I or we all try a bit harder to push it to the max and see what next.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Life, I know you can here me as you read my third letter, I am not a complainer, I am not perfect, I am not a free loader, I am just a regular and hoping for the better. God hear my prayers and make things easy for us.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;As I concludes this letter, I’ll try to do better on my letter writing next time and write more frequently, even if it’s just a paragraph. but for now, I’ve other blogs to post.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;So long. God you’re always good and help us and hear our voices and help us all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/5746885613216268361/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/04/letter-to-life-3.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/5746885613216268361" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/5746885613216268361" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/04/letter-to-life-3.html" rel="alternate" title="Letter To Life # 3" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-6067582349558912731</id><published>2012-03-21T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-03-21T21:54:03.120-04:00</updated><title type="text">TIME We Wasted</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Our lives improve only when we take chances - and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - Walter Anderson&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Life lessons seems to never slow down, but it's always good to learn more and hang in there daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But as I've always say's: It always worth living it daily. I've learn to be thankful and&amp;nbsp;obedient&amp;nbsp;always, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But for now, let's jump to another topics: TIME and the way we waste it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Talking from my views: We all waste times on things that will never benefit us or make us good. We procrastinate and judge others and condemn others for reasons only best known to us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We cry to gain attentions or sympathy or sometimes to get our way around things, but how far will that takes us? Not far enough. Because I've started to realize that, whatever we do to each other, will always comes back to bite us more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;TIME: We run after others and we let them control our&amp;nbsp;life's&amp;nbsp;and our day to day schedules, we change our ways of doing things just to seek others&amp;nbsp;approval. Is that how life can be? No, I thinks we've to compromises for others, but we also have to learn that, others have there plans and things to do, they might not change there time for you, but they'll expect you to mess your whole day life just for them. Is that human or using others? But whatever one might calls it, we do waste our own time and we do it for people who don't cares much for you or wants you in there life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you think about how wonderful life will be if one can just stay calm and smile more and help the people who really needs help and the lonesome who needs all the hugs and&amp;nbsp;kisses? I know we're all not the same and we'll never be. But we can help each other and learn more and stop using others for our own gains. &amp;nbsp;I still know that Life is a wonderful thing and no amounts of money or goods will replace it. So while we're living it to the fullest, let's always takes time or just pose and think otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/6067582349558912731/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/03/time-we-wasted.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/6067582349558912731" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/6067582349558912731" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/03/time-we-wasted.html" rel="alternate" title="TIME We Wasted" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-290345931507949297</id><published>2012-03-02T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T21:06:43.724-05:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- George Washington Carver.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I promised you after we talked this evening with your wife, the three of us, I will draft this blog and publish it on FRIDAY. It's the Friday TALKS.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for the company this evening, your wife is always a calm and nice lady to be in her company, and I'm glad we all listen to each other, thanks for reading my post over and over again, I mean the both of you. I am not a marriage adviser, I am not a teacher, I am not someone who knows it all. I am human like you both, we're not perfect and we'll never be. Many people have sent me e-mails about the post, I felt fine and think I am making a huge&amp;nbsp;differences, despite I don't know what kind..&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm glad you listen and listen deep and give your whole being into this progress to make your marriage works. Listen is a big thing for me, I likes to listen and I likes to follow up and ask if I'm in doubt, I learn and we both learn from each other when we do listen. Even wild animals in the jungle do listen to each other and to there&amp;nbsp;predators&amp;nbsp;too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brother, your wife loves you and she's sincere with you the same way you too loves, cares and sincere to her. It's a blessings and please don't forget to counts on those blessings always. See, I am an emotional man and looking into her eyes as she talks to us both, do you listen when she says: Brother Sayed, I wants to call you and talks to you about our marriage bumps, but I loves my husband and respect him so much, I don't want to calls outsiders to&amp;nbsp;complain&amp;nbsp;or show them messages of our problems. Hey Bro, that's the point here, let me tell you something: I know many people who will forward text messages or makes complains to outsiders or complete&amp;nbsp;strangers&amp;nbsp;about anything in between there partners, I know so and I've seen it many times and it's will always happens. Is that true love? I don't thinks so Sir. If there's true love, you two can always talks about things, in bed, in the car, in the movie room, anywhere, everywhere. If you two can't communicates well, who else will? Your pillow can be the only&amp;nbsp;wittiness&amp;nbsp;between you two. Many people will asked there friends, family's or anyone how to solves there&amp;nbsp;problems, some will make up stories that don't even exist. But let's lean to forgives too, always.&lt;br /&gt;
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My daughter is always a good example: Her Mom thinks my little girl likes me &amp;nbsp;than her, I always tells her that's not true, but you know what? I listen to my little girl talks, I makes sure no one else matters when she wants to talks, I don't answer phone calls sometimes, just for her to get all my attentions, and guess what? It always works, she will tell me lot and I ask questions and sometimes try to makes jokes just to lighten her up. I've to do it for her, or else she will look out there for someone who will give her ears, fatherly figure and that will be disaster and deadly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brother, marriage is not easy and nothing in life is easy, and no matter how good you thinks you might be, there are others out there who thinks you worth nothing, nothing at all. So don't think otherwise, just be strong and devout all your might to GOD and your family's and love one's. True love to the bone is not easy, you might hurts others, not that you mean to hurts anyone, but it will always&amp;nbsp;happened&amp;nbsp;and you have to watch for signs of misunderstandings, we all mis-reads each other and we all pretends we know what&amp;nbsp;otherwise&amp;nbsp;fells and we tends to correct others than we corrects ourselves. &amp;nbsp;We tends to looks at other as problems and makes others look bad. It's human nature right? But why can't we uplift others with the little gifts we all have in us? Yes, we can make changes in others life by starting with us first.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brother, God is good, no matter how things goes south, we must always keep our FAITH and stay away from negatives intends. The World is full of wonders and there's always a catch and we're living in&amp;nbsp;limbos sometimes. I've learn&amp;nbsp;never&amp;nbsp;to be&amp;nbsp;afraid&amp;nbsp;of the unknown, I mean all of the unknown, and there's lot of it. Accept others always for who they're, we all can't be the same always, even our kids are not always like us,&amp;nbsp; We have to stand up when we fall, cause we will always falls, but we just have to pick up ourselves and brush off the dust and look up for morrow. All our little actions counts daily. Be strong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love is a gift from God, yes I mean it. True love is real, it all depends how much we puts into it. Listen to your hearts and sometimes just don't do things because it's the only way out, think again and ask questions. We're in our 40's now, we're no kids anymore, we don't have to acts like one, despite we feels like one sometimes, I do always, but I shakes it off. Be calm. I won't ask you to put your foot in someone&amp;nbsp;else&amp;nbsp;shoes, &amp;nbsp;some shoes are too big or small for us, but think about what others are going through sometimes and imagine you in it.&lt;br /&gt;
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If a woman loves you for who you're and what you're not, don't hurts her, as long as she won't hurts you. We all falls short always, but accepts your mistakes, don't make up stories, say the truth always. Talks more to your love one, play more with your loves one. Ask more from your loves one, support each other. Every one falls in LOVES sometimes, I don't who will resists it when it's real love.&lt;br /&gt;
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I respect your wife in so many ways Brother, God bless your UNION. What a woman? She don't call the outside into your marriage like so many others will do in a heart beats? Let's keep this chat going and I'll have another post sometimes soon, but I've to address this&amp;nbsp;slaughter&amp;nbsp;of innocent people in Syria, as a blogger, I enjoys my right to run my mouth on anything. Is that for real?</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/290345931507949297/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/03/how-far-you-go-in-life-depends-on-your.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/290345931507949297" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/290345931507949297" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/03/how-far-you-go-in-life-depends-on-your.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-6599569653948227834</id><published>2012-02-25T21:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T21:37:59.249-05:00</updated><title type="text">The Friday Talk I promised.</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Katherine Mansfield &lt;br /&gt;
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It's the Friday ritual, as a Muslim, I tried my best to observes my Friday's as the Jews or Christians will do there's on Saturday or Sunday. I always looks forward to it like &amp;nbsp;little babies wait for there parents or love one to come home from wherever.&lt;br /&gt;
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This Friday, was just like every other one, except when one of my friends, who we sometimes hangs out after prayers for few minutes of chats and check on how each other doing and family's well being. My friend is married and I always say to him: You're a good man, I've to seeks some knowledge from you and your wife, I admires at you and the way you devout to your Faith and family's and friends. Sometimes he will say to me, no, I admire at you Brother Sayed, you're my hero. Your HERO? I will asked with my little eyes wide open. I know I am not a hero, I thinks I am just a regular guy who's not perfect but try to do the best one can. Been perfect is a whole different stories. Like another friend of mine will say's: "Show me a&amp;nbsp;PERFECT&amp;nbsp;person, I'll show you the worst and&amp;nbsp;hypocritical&amp;nbsp;person in this World". I thinks I've to go with his idea some how.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend wants to talk to me about something, as I can see in his face, something is&amp;nbsp;troubling&amp;nbsp;him, he sometimes says to me, why do you always looks people directly in there eyes as if you can see there SOUL? Wow, I'll say, there SOUL? He will say's yes, you don't takes your eyes off anyone you're talking to. You don't blinks, I'll smile and say's, if I blinks, I'll missed out, We'll laugh and just be men, since we're no more boys, we're old folks now, as my daughter will tells me.&lt;br /&gt;
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O Kay, enough of blah blah now, let's get to the chase. My friend wants to talks to me about his "House Hold", I mean marriage problems, in my case, I don't thinks it's a problem, but yet it can be. It all depends. I said to him " Brother, come on, there's nothing in your house hold you can't handle, you're the best guy I've seen out here, you're the man, the real deal. O kay brother Sayed, just listen to me now. Sayed is the name my beloved Grand mother gave me and it's special to me always and many friends calls me by that name. It makes me calm down some how, (I just want you to laugh). My friend is a good man, full of kindness and gentle, he talks less and always ask questions in order for him to learn and understand, that's the way I try to be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend loves his family's and everyone around him and his family's. But sometimes life gives us "Curve Ball", we might not picture it right, but we've to accepts somethings and try to change some other things that we can. Love is love, despite love can be hurtful sometimes and mimic us or drag us to our feet and makes one surrender his whole being for the pursuit of it. I know I've said lot in just this one sentence. To cut to this chase, my friend is seeking my&amp;nbsp;advice's&amp;nbsp;or just looking for someone to listen to him while he vents or express his pains. So I calm myself down and let him talks, he talks for 30 minutes or more, during this period, I says nothing, but listen and give him all my attentions. It's feels good. By the time he finished, tears in his eyes, but not crying, as the saying goes" Big boys don't cries". Now in this blog, I will not mention what my friend told me, but I promised him that I'll blog about it and let him ask his wife to read this particular blog and I am dedicating it to them: So, take this: What can I call those words below?&lt;br /&gt;
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My advice: Oh hell no, it's not&amp;nbsp;advice's, by the way, who is me to advice any one? But let me start by saying this:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Try to understand how other people feel through&amp;nbsp;emphatic&amp;nbsp;listening, and observing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Be open and sincere with everyone in your life. Don't hide things in your life from love one's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Don't take yourself too seriously, No one else does. Be calm, smile, play more and&amp;nbsp;devout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Be content with where you are, who you are, and what you have always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Do the right thing, always, it doesn't matter how small that is. Try to learn from our daily mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Find ways to release your stress often. Exercises, May be that's why I've crush on workouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Do more of the things that gives you pleasure, I've few that real gives me lot of pleasure, can I say them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Find your passion, and&amp;nbsp;create&amp;nbsp;your life based on this passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*You don't have to win every arguments, But be able to agree to disagree. Let others wins sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Don't always look out for fights, or be-little your mates, or talks down on anyone, but uplift others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Stop the drama, it breaks up happy home. Be real with love one. Talks and talks to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Don't blame others, accept mistakes, say I'm sorry and be sincere about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Look your love in the eyes always, anyone who can't do that, they're not real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Call your love one by there names always, it's a big crush on both side. I loves my name, I&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;loves my name and it makes me attach to anyone faster and makes me know if that person is real or just breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Put your partner first always, show your partner that they do matter, no matter what. Smile more to each other and don't go to bed unhappy while you can seat and talks. Hold hands and talks more. Feel each other heart beats, and talks more, if nothing to talks, just hold hands and looks each other in the&amp;nbsp;eyes, don't blinks. (lol) You've to blinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*If the house is quite, just the two of you: Pls. pop in a CD and dance slowly, I mean closer and just dance, you might not know how to dance, but try and hold each other closer and closer. Oh yeah, I mean closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Remember this: Life have no promise for&amp;nbsp;morrow, today is our's and morrow is in the future, who knows what will happened? Only GOD knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey brother, I do have more to say, but this is part one to my promise to you and your lovely wife, tell me what happens and I'll post part two, It's lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love don't have to be pain or sad or expensive, love is to the bone when both sides can put the odd or bad things aside and look at the good of life and love it self. Please don't try to be perfect or pretends, just be you and be respectful. No needs for story telling or jumping the high ropes, you're bless to be here and to be born. So let makes sure we make the good of&amp;nbsp;ourselves&amp;nbsp;always&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people will be confused and they'll try to get you confused and make stories against you that you don't even aware of. Don't hate them, but accept them and let them be. In many cases, they might change for the better if they&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;loves you. I am a big believer in that, people will change for the better if you gives them the opportunity to. So don't close your doors. Open up and lighting you. As&amp;nbsp;Louis&amp;nbsp;Armstrong&amp;nbsp;sangs: "What a wonderful World". And yes, I thinks so too. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll see you on Friday, GOD willing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/6599569653948227834/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/02/friday-talk-i-promised.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/6599569653948227834" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/6599569653948227834" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/02/friday-talk-i-promised.html" rel="alternate" title="The Friday Talk I promised." type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-3176813630819175926</id><published>2012-02-13T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:19:41.906-05:00</updated><title type="text">For Love</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Love, laughter, joy, fun, passion and all the good things we long for or share are GOD blessings to us and we've to always make use of them. For many of us who have loved and been loved or been hurts or kicked around like football, we just know that tomorrow might be better than today or worst, it all depends how we takes it or wants to look at things. But I always prefers to look at all as blessings and it will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know sometimes we all wants to ask why loves hurts or misunderstood. I thinks sometimes we assumed that our mates have to know us all in details and we're so perfect and we're like book, well printed and neatly puts. But that's not how life itself is. No one is perfect and we'll never be, so don't even try to, if you do, you might be a fool to thinks so. So wake up and be real about it in the first place. O&amp;nbsp;Kay, let's move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've learnt to compromised and not to blames&amp;nbsp;others&amp;nbsp;for anything that happened in our life, &amp;nbsp;I thinks if you or someone loves you, there have to be good communications, compromises, respect and nothing to fear or hides. When those&amp;nbsp;above&amp;nbsp;things are&amp;nbsp;missing, that's not a relationship but drama. There's nothing sweet or good like talking to your love one and looking at each other in the eyes and giving your heart out, asking questions to make sure each one understand one and other is a most, but don't prejudge or talking down on your partner, is not right, we don't have to always wins or pick a fights, but asking simple questions will&amp;nbsp;yield&amp;nbsp;lot of good fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As I listen to others talks about daily life and struggles and&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;fun, I always comes to realised we're all one, we might looks and talks&amp;nbsp;different, but we're one in sight of GOD always. And our struggles continues, but we can do something about our daily&amp;nbsp;life's&amp;nbsp;and how we treats others in our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Like a friend asked me sometimes ago, why do love ones always fights or talks bad to each other? Instead of caring and support one and other? Oh well, I says, it's just&amp;nbsp;part&amp;nbsp;of life, he says: Part of Life? Yes it is. But in &amp;nbsp;few seconds, I said to myself, no, it's not part of life. We've to do better and supports each other and go the extra miles for each other and stand up right for each other and loves each other more and make each and everyday the best not the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I sometimes imagine or let me say dreams to be in this place where we can: Talks, Hold hands, smiles, listen to each other heart beats, cries together, share good or bad news together, wear same T-shirts, cooks together, lay calm and give all our best to the one we loves and don't thinks about any negatives or wrongs about our love ones. We always have to pay attentions to one another and makes sure we're on the same page sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Is not good when a love one is crying his or her hearts out to you and you're fighting them or assuming otherwise. I've learn to listen more and always give 100% attentions to love ones, it pays back millions. Despite we might always be &amp;nbsp;corrects, but let's learn to cares deeply for each other. Life have no promise for morrow, so why hurts others or fights others or put down others? No, we can do better, Oh yes we can.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's Valentine's Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/3176813630819175926/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-love.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/3176813630819175926" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/3176813630819175926" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-love.html" rel="alternate" title="For Love" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqhqvpZ6dkQ/SW4dzwCLG1I/AAAAAAAADtg/SVvJxLTzmG0/s72-c/Photo_110108_001.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-6571446701050599319</id><published>2012-02-05T22:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:22:11.515-05:00</updated><title type="text">The WORLD, May be?</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it." - Lou Holtz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Word, the whole World, what’s gone wrong? It’s becoming so hard for people to understand each other or even show respect or concerns for each other feelings or way of life, seriously speaking.&lt;br /&gt;
Despite I likes doing my blogs and so on, I sometimes just want to use a microphone and speaker's and just say something's I sees or learn that I’ll like to share to the World, despite they might not make sense or matter to anyone, but I just wish me or others can have that opportunity to say or just talks to others about, let me say LIFE, THE WORLD, PEOPLE, FAMILIES.&lt;br /&gt;
You know, how you meet people each and everyday and you just like talking to them and exchanging ideas or few family stuffs and so on, but at the sometimes, you seems that you might be over doing things and you try to learn how to deal with things and by the time you figure things out, you’re still confused.&lt;br /&gt;
O Kay, let me use another scenario, Have you ever try to just be an easy going person and try to stay away from the spotlights, no socializing, no fighting, no pushing, no stepping on anyone toes? Yes, I do know few friends who are just like that and the World, or let me say Society, or let me just say People finds it un-acceptable to go along with such individuals, &lt;br /&gt;
But hey, God makes us all and we all came in different shapes and sizes and colors and features. There is nothing wrong for us to be different and still surviving in this God giving earth. Yes we can disagrees and learn how to respect our taught. But we as human have to accepts each other or help each other in this earth. No needs to be-little others or make ups stories against others, just be real and be taught full&amp;nbsp; always, show your true self and show that others matters in this World even if they don’t matters in your life. Let’s learn to love and be loved and be faithful and truthful.</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/6571446701050599319/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/02/world-may-be.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/6571446701050599319" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/6571446701050599319" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/02/world-may-be.html" rel="alternate" title="The WORLD, May be?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-5022662254734308853</id><published>2012-02-05T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:31:37.936-05:00</updated><title type="text">I Skipped…</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly.&amp;quot; - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;I checked myself into the gym this afternoon on :Four Square”, despite I didn’t workout as I want to due to a bit of headache, but I ends up in the steam room, and I enjoys it while pondering on few taught. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;The atmosphere seems subdues and calmer. Afternoon like this I just wants to stay in deep taught, but wait, deep taught? No.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;I’ve blogs to finish and post, but some&amp;#160; needs rewriting , as I’ve a short story to blog about.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Why life is so complicating sometimes? I know we’ve no control about certain things in our life, but sometimes we as people or let me say humans, we tends to make life so difficult for others and at the end, nothing good is done or fruitful for either party. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;I pray that I never makes things hard for anyone, it just don’t worth it, I don’t care who we are or you’re, just keep things simple and clear and above all, open with LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/5022662254734308853/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-skipped.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/5022662254734308853" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/5022662254734308853" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-skipped.html" rel="alternate" title="I Skipped…" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-3932309708691861333</id><published>2012-01-20T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:55:02.957-05:00</updated><title type="text">Oh Love Why?</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't forget me, I begged, I remember you said       &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead        &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: By Adele. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*This is an older blog I let seats in my drafts for over two years now.&amp;#160; And here it is: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes I am not loud or perfect I just wants a quite life styles and peaceful. Despite I don’t go out to parties or popular but I am happy with my life style. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;TM, you did make a huge different in my life despite you’ve told me that you don’t belief or look at life as anything happy about it. But this blog is for you and all those words are coming from my mind. I know you’re moving on now and you have someone new or old one you’re going back to. But just take a minutes and read this and this is all I’ve to say. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love is sweet despite we might twist it around to hurt others, you’re always unhappy as you said that’s how you’re. But you’re burning me deep down. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am going to counts on the happy days no negative things here. I likes when you just wants us to stay home and cooks and watch TV and pray together after you became a Muslim. Words can’t express that feelings of you been a Muslims after you was a free thinker, I likes the times we always hold hands and you looks at me way up and says “Sayed” so and so…&amp;#160; do you know my biggest turn on and closeness TM? Is when you calls my name and hold me and smile and lean on me and hold me so close and says, you can’t go anywhere without me, Oh GOD, I likes that so much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Remember when I want us to go out for dinner and you says, NO? You prefer to eat at home and sleep on my laps? Yes TM You was a God sent till you walked out of my life, I think I shouldn't I ‘ve told you that I don’t have large or strong family connections and despite you accepts me as single father, but it was eating you up and I realized it late. But guess what? I’ve kids and I can’t change that and it’s my responsibilities. I am not going to apologize for that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, a dream comes true was what I taught with you till you walked out of my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But this is me and this is Life. Tears done and gone, I am who I am, God makes us all different and sometimes we live to learn and surge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I likes an easy going lady, a lady who don’t takes the World before me, a lady who puts God first, family's and me or kids if we’ll have one or some, that was what I saw first in you. Awwh TM, you was so cool and calm with me. Your smile and the way I makes you laugh hard and our jokes and body moves. Oh yes you’re a real clean lady, very precious and smooth TM.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I never sees myself as man who wants to stay home while my life time partner is out and about. Oh God I likes a real woman who calls my name and real and no fighting or shouting or dogging me out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;TM, I’ll never judge you and no one have the right to judge others we can only judge ourselves. But let me say this, you have all the really quality of a good person, you’re real. you talks to me about life, you talks about your feelings, you don’t likes to fight with me, instead you ask me things and listen more despite you talks and talks more, and I likes that. I can see in your heart always.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;True love don’t ask for much, true loves don’t push us off the cliff but shelter us and makes us one. Yes, we used to be one despite the distance sometimes, but we both conquer that and we made it work for awhile. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Enough of this. Do I’ve to right all this? Oh well, one of my co-workers says I blow my mind more on my blogs than talking in person. I hope not so.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/3932309708691861333/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-love-why.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/3932309708691861333" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/3932309708691861333" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-love-why.html" rel="alternate" title="Oh Love Why?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-9152048484741832257</id><published>2012-01-20T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:33:16.783-05:00</updated><title type="text">Today I watched and wake up…</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly.&amp;quot; - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As my little girl always tells me that watching TV is good sometimes, I don’t like the Tele (TV) much. I thinks it’s waste of time always and I can always use those hours doing something much better and fruitful. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But, I was off work last week and drop off my daughter and home alone, I turn on the Tele and I was watch the “Current TV channel”, the show was “World Deadliest Journeys” . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I watched both episodes: Miners in Java, Indonesia digging Sulfur in an active Volcano mines and the second episode is frights trip on the Congo river in Congo (Africa). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know this might be so simple and someone might just ask: So what? Why writing about such thing? Hey, I get the answer why. Are you ready? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let’s starts with the first episode with the Sulfur miners in Java, Indonesia, if you or anyone knows how toxic and dangerous a Volcano can be, think about the lava or the waste products that the Volcano gave out, it produces Sulfur, just one of the waste products, but the miners have to go deep down to the crater sides of the Volcano and digs up the sulfur very early in the morning while the temperature is cool and the toxic smokes from the volcano is less, those miners will then carry the sulfur rocks on there shoulder for about three miles and sell it to a special company. The company will then turn that sulfur to soap, sugar and even explosions after heavy processes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The miners can only carry about 180 lbs. and the amounts they will earn is equivalents to $20 a day, while they’re down on those volcanoes craters, they’re breathing the sulfur smoke which is burning they’re lungs and sometimes, some miners will fall off the cliff and dies. These miners never visited the hospital while the sulfur is eating up there lungs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next episode is about the river Congo, despite I am from Africa and very proud to be, I am not trying to make this dramatic. But conditions are hard and only GOD will help. Since Congo is one of the largest countries in Africa, it always have one of the&amp;#160; largest water ways, from Kisangani to Kinshasa. It’s a thousand mile long, since road conditions are worst and flight on planes is for&amp;#160; the richest people, the rest of the population depends on&amp;#160; ships or ferries for the long ride between those cities.&amp;#160; Now imagine those ships or ferries are not well kept or maintains also thinks about one in the middle of the deep river and the ships just break down or collides and starts to sinks and no life boats or life jackets, also thinks about no navy ships around or rescue planes or helicopter to rescue those stranded people. Just think and look at yourself and see how bless or lucky or the wonders of life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My points here is simple and clear We’ve to be thankful daily for the abundant opportunity God is giving us here in the advance World. Let’s don’t make life hard for others let’s help anyone we can and do so with all our heaths and guts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, the World is round and morrow can be better than today always.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/9152048484741832257/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-i-watched-and-wake-up.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/9152048484741832257" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/9152048484741832257" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-i-watched-and-wake-up.html" rel="alternate" title="Today I watched and wake up…" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-4813625135496681516</id><published>2012-01-15T21:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:04:24.613-05:00</updated><title type="text">GOD Have Mercy On Us All....</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.&amp;quot; - Groucho Marx &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;A Saturday morning I pray not to repeat or imagine or even accepts. But who&amp;#39;s me to say all that? I am at work, as I always works on weekends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;&amp;quot;Hajj is me, I always know all my main Muslim&amp;#39;s  friends calls me Hajj as I always called them Hajj too (I likes calling everyone with a name, it makes people knows that you cares for them and you&amp;#39;re genuine too). It&amp;#39;s Mohamed, one of my friend and co-worker, he just went back home (Freetown) to see his mother, after 18 years of not seeing his  relatives. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;Few days ago, we talked and he told me his younger brother is sick and admitted at one of the main hospital in Freetown , but he prefer to transfer him to Bo town, there own province in the Country side, I was a bit shocked, but I can understand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;He passed away this morning, as a Muslim, they&amp;#39;re washing the body as I talk to my friend and getting ready for burial. My mouth was full and heart heavy, I said a prayer too as I hold on to the phone, I told him I&amp;#39;ll call him after the burial and God will make things easy and God knows best.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;As I was about to hanged up the phone, there&amp;#39;s another call on the other line, this one is from my other friend Clifford Smith, some of us call him &amp;quot;The Boss&amp;quot;, I&amp;#39;ve took Clifford and his wife on many road trips and his wife always tells me that is because of me, they travel lot now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;I was a bit busy now by this time at work when Clifford calls me, I was about to tell him about Mohamed Suliaman brother passing, when Clifford said to me that he&amp;#39;s in trouble and his burned down, I said what are you talking about Clifford?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;He said, his daughter, and his daughter two children (Clifford Grand Kids) and his niece just died by road accident by Okra Hill as they&amp;#39;re travelling to Freetown. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;Oh GOD, I screamed, I am in state of shock and words can&amp;#39;t come out right, I hold on to the phone for some minutes and I promised to call back in few minutes. As I pray for God mercy and pardon for all of us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="&amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, sans-serif" color="#000066"&gt;God, only you knows best and only you can do things or anything and no one can ask you why. I know we all going to pass on and life moves on one day, I know that non of us knows morrow or what&amp;#39;s ahead of us. But God please help us and makes life easy for us and sympathize with the ones that are going through the pain of losing there love ones and show mercy on us all. I know that the World, this whole World that we&amp;#39;re living in right now is not perfect and it will never be, but help us God to live and guide us on the right path, as you&amp;#39;re the only One who can do so. God drives Satan far away from us all and make us a good believers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   </content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/4813625135496681516/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/01/god-have-mercy-on-us-all.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/4813625135496681516" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/4813625135496681516" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/01/god-have-mercy-on-us-all.html" rel="alternate" title="GOD Have Mercy On Us All...." type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-1009376994044106562</id><published>2012-01-01T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:51:29.281-05:00</updated><title type="text">Happy New Year 2012.....</title><content type="html">It's a new beginning as the words always goes when we starts a new year. I see it as a continuation of life. &lt;br /&gt;
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But I know that few things are going to change in my life, God willing. I try not to make those new year resolutions anymore, most time it's just waste of time and derailments. As such, I'm looking at things as a commitments and most do from now on. &lt;br /&gt;
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I know that I'm human just like anyone else, but I'm gong to do better now and I'm asking for God help and protections always. &lt;br /&gt;
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First, I've o go See my MOTHER and starts from there God willing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lot to write and I'm looking forwards to anyone critics and suggestions. I'll try to keep my emotions aside and just be a simple blogger or want to be. So help my GOD....</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/1009376994044106562/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/1009376994044106562" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/1009376994044106562" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html" rel="alternate" title="Happy New Year 2012....." type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-1584097377239619280</id><published>2011-10-29T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:52:59.815-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freetown"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saidu. Yusuf"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sierra leone"/><title type="text">My Daughter Was In Grief.</title><content type="html">"Ya see, in life I know there's lots of grief" Bob Marley.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I always picked up my little girl on Wednesday's evening from the babysitter and she'll stays with me till Friday's evening. We talks about school, work and things in general. I always encourage my kids to have an open chat with me and I likes when we talks about things, I now thinks that she always looks up to that moments with me when I let her talks and I listen to her with all my being. I realized she like that more since she can't get that attentions from anyone else but from her father.&lt;br /&gt;
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This evening was a bit different, I can feels some stress on her and as I always asked her: Sally, how's school today? How many homework's do you have to turn in morrow morning? Do you needs help with them? What are we eating for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;
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But this Wednesday evening, she says, dad, my best friend at school lost her mom and the funeral is on Thursday and it will take place in Pennsylvania, I wish I can go, but I can't. If the funeral was taking place here, I'll attend it if you can take me there. I took a deep breath and says, what happened with her? And do you know her?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes dad, I know her and I've been to there house before, she's one of the nice person I've seen. I get more concerns now. So what happened with her? She died from her sleep, She went to bed and never wakes up. How old was her? She's just 34 years. Oh yes, I repeats, 34 years old? &lt;br /&gt;
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Her name Diron, she's survives by two girls, 15 and 13 years old, the 13 years old is in the same grade as my daughter Sally, they're best friends at school and on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I told my girl, If this was here, I'll go with you to the funeral service so you'll pay  respects and sympathize with your friend and her family's.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day, which was Friday, after  Jummah prayers, I picked up my girl from school, as we're driving to the public library, she received a text message from one of the friends who attended the funeral, I heard my little girls says: Oh, she don't looks the same, I asked who? She say's the lady who passed. Despite I was driving and I don't need no distraction on the road, I asked to take a look at the photo. There she was in her coffin, resting in peace, despite I don't know her, she looks calm, relax and beautiful. And then Sally showed me her photo when she was alive. Oh God, a beautiful and warm smile, she looks so friendly and her classes sparkles. I can't help it, but choked up a bit. I took a deep breath and say May God rest her Soul in peace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life lessons: No one knows tomorrow. No one can be guarantee anything. No one wants to dies, no one wants to abandon there child in this World all by themselves and pass away without knowing who will be there for them. I am an emotional person, I know how deep it hits me by looking at the lady photos: Dead or Alive. But now she's gone. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now her two girls going to lives in California with family members, who knows  what can happens in there future? Yes the good LORD will surely takes care of them and see them through life ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;
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I ask God to help them and help us all. I ask God to make life simple and make us succeeds in whatever good we plans or going after. I ask God to pardon Diron and grant her Heaven. May her Soul rest in perfect peace...</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/1584097377239619280/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-daughter-was-in-grief.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/1584097377239619280" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/1584097377239619280" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-daughter-was-in-grief.html" rel="alternate" title="My Daughter Was In Grief." type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-832715742419125660</id><published>2011-10-15T21:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T21:05:23.445-04:00</updated><title type="text">Wedding And Family's:</title><content type="html">&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt;There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.  ~Martin Luther&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms,sans-serif"&gt;I received a call this morning from my Aunt&amp;#39;s who lives in New Jersey: It goes like this: &amp;quot;Hi Saidu, it&amp;#39;s Hajja, We came down to Maryland for the wedding, please don&amp;#39;t be mad at me for coming. I&amp;#39;ll talks to you later. O kay, I came to take the bad name away from me. this is Hajja.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;The wedding? It&amp;#39;s the wedding of my daughter mother, the lady I thinks I wasted my time behind and never loves me. But no complaining here. Today she&amp;#39;s married in an open ceremony, lot of my family member&amp;#39;s are invited, it&amp;#39;s a bit crazy for her to invites all my family&amp;#39;s. I thinks she&amp;#39;s trying to send me some message. But I didn&amp;#39;t get it yet.&lt;br&gt;  So all my family&amp;#39;s are in the wedding and they&amp;#39;re saying it&amp;#39;s the wedding of the year for them. I am still lost here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;O Kay, let&amp;#39;s me be serious again. Marriage is a blessings and I always wishes for all to be in it for the good or the bad, I loves my daughter mom and have great respect for her. I wish her the best in this union and I wish her nothing less than total happiness, she&amp;#39;s married to my Aunt cousin-in-law. My Aunt and husband are super happy and see there wishes comes true.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve a great and large family here and back home, despite we&amp;#39;re not that united or functions well, but we&amp;#39;re always there sometimes for each other, I am the only black sheep, maybe I am just one of the black sheep. I loves my family and cares deeply for them. I am not the social kind of man or the man who jumps on every parties just to fit in. I likes fun or good times, but I likes to stay home and just be calm.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Marriage is a duty on me as a Muslim and as a human, we all needs someone special in our life, despite we might not always have our dreams or heart desires, but we try to make things work some how.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I might not know the reasons for the invitations of all my family member&amp;#39;s to the wedding of the year, but they&amp;#39;re my family&amp;#39;s and I supports them some how. I don&amp;#39;t know how things will turn out morrow, but I am sure if I am getting marry, I don&amp;#39;t know if any of my family members will come there except one, my uncle Sallu, he cares and supports my efforts, no matter how life bangs me, he always stand by me, no one in my family is like that for now,but no bad blood, I have to realized that &amp;quot;It is what it is&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Before I get marry, I&amp;#39;ve to let my life time partner knows this: I don&amp;#39;t have a strong or supportive family&amp;#39;s likes I wish I&amp;#39;ll have, I don&amp;#39;t have a large family to come to our wedding, I don&amp;#39;t have much to show for my family. But this is me and I&amp;#39;ve ALLAH and me to show to my fiancee, may be she will take that offer,but if not, Love is there forever.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;We all wants happy life styles or comfy one, we all wants the best for ourselves, we all wants to be up top. God help us all, God help us make it. I loves my life and the love of my life, despite I don&amp;#39;t know what&amp;#39;s she&amp;#39;s up, but love is real always. Help us GOD.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; </content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/832715742419125660/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2011/10/wedding-and-familys.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/832715742419125660" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/832715742419125660" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2011/10/wedding-and-familys.html" rel="alternate" title="Wedding And Family's:" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9015278.post-3549203421588903722</id><published>2011-09-11T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:21:00.263-04:00</updated><title type="text">A Letter To Life (Part 2)</title><content type="html">"The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want." - Ben Stein &lt;br /&gt;
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In my last letter to you, I didn't get out all what I've to say, as such I've to write you another one. I promised to keep it simple and no need to reply my letters, I just want someone to talk to, since no one else cares or can give me the real attentions I'm always longing for, I realized you'll be the better option for now or always.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the past weeks towards the end of Ramadan, I've made up my mind and I know what I wants in terms of mate, God willing, I'm settling down. The time is now, I can't fool myself always that I'm doomed and no love out there for me, even if that's the case, I've to wake up and smell the coffee burning. I've to give love a try and put all I can in it, whatever comes out of it is up to God, but I am going for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, by the way Life, few things have been going on lately, I recieved several mails from my former partner's, some are sad, some are breath taking, some are just cold cuts. But such is life right? I just wish we all can see how life worth the best of us and how we might have change each other or make each other happier or better, but sometimes it is what it is...&lt;br /&gt;
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We all don't know morrow, for now, no one knows morrow. But we all are responsible for our morrow may be. So help us God. Help us uplift  ourselves and make us stronger in our faith and courage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, I've also realized that no one can waste your time if you don't allow them, looking back to my past, I'm sure I'll not do things as I used to, sometimes ladies will call you and asking for rides, they want to go places and they needs ride or just to hangouts, by the time all that said and done, it's late at night and nothing else to do, what a waste of time?&lt;br /&gt;
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I think this way now: I'll prefer to stay home, spend time with families and love one, stay home and cook if I can, and I do like eating good food, I pray my life time partner will cook good, Pls,GOD help her to cook good, take a walk at the park or looking at natures or other things that's matters. I am sure that's not making me mean or hard, just change of life or styles now. After all those running around, pushing and pulling, what else? Nothing good but sometimes regrets and nothing to show for.&lt;br /&gt;
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O kay Life, this all for now, I'll send you another letter in few days time. This week started a bit hectic, but I'll be fine and I'm sure things will be in order. I don't likes to be lazy always, I have to beat myself harder in the gym for this week and months to come. &lt;br /&gt;
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Be cool Life, it worth living it always.</content><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/feeds/3549203421588903722/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2011/09/letter-to-life-part-2.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/3549203421588903722" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9015278/posts/default/3549203421588903722" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://yusufa95.blogspot.com/2011/09/letter-to-life-part-2.html" rel="alternate" title="A Letter To Life (Part 2)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Saidu Yusuf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14155923710542864349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>