Last Sunday in church, the priest called two people to the altar for a birthday blessing, 10 and 18-year-old girls, respectively. While he was blessing them, the 18-year-old was standing, crossing her legs and looking at him. The 10-year-old was putting her hands in the pocket of her jacket, also looking at him. None of […]
FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY 👇👇👇 POEM 94 𝗔𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗔𝘀 𝗜 𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 […]
FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY 👇👇👇 POEM 93 𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗮𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗽𝘁𝗼𝗿, 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱,𝗔𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽 […]
I remember one day when a client at Chykeann Consults had an urgent need to travel and needed to retrieve his passport from our office. The passport was at the head office on the Island but he came to the Festac office. I had to call for his passport to be sent immediately to Festac […]
FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY 👇👇👇 Once upon a time, in a world not so different from our own, there was a small village nestled between rolling hills and shimmering rivers. The villagers believed that every person was a canvas, and their appearance told stories of their lives, their dreams, and their personalities. In this village, people […]
FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY 👇👇👇 POEM 91 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙚, 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙄𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙏𝙤 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝘼 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙, 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙃𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙛 […]
FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY 👇👇👇 POEM 90 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺’𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗔 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺, 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗡𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗡𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, “𝗛𝘂𝘀𝗵, 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗵, 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗵!” 𝗣𝘆𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘀 ‘𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗠𝘂𝗺 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 ‘𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝘄𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 […]