WHO IS SHE?

WHO IS SHE?

·         She is A FRIEND with natural beauty; she is beautiful in her own way, she needs no weavon or wig to make her a queen, she needs no make-ups to beautify her or make her bright, her natural skin tone beautifies her and radiates her, she is not artificial , just herself.

·         She is A FRIEND who is talented; she is gifted and, she gives her best in all she does, she is ready to explore her God given talent.

·         She is A FRIEND who is humble; she is well known, famous in her own little way, it has no influence on her humble personality

·         She is A FRIEND who is caring; she is generous, she is charitable, she gives willingly, she does this without conditions. She is helpful and always wants to know about your worries; she never wants to see you sadden your face, a friend whom you can confide in.

·         She is A FRIEND who doesn’t compromise; she is straight forward, when you are doing the wrong thing she never fails to correct you and she accepts correction on her part, she corrects mistakes knowing full well that she too can make mistakes.

·         She is A FRIEND with encouragement; she is always there to encourage you; she remembers that a problem shared is half solved.

·         Let us try to emulate her , a PERFECT friend

written by @MC_CHIMEFFRANCIS

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MY MUM AND I (PART I)

MY MUM AND I (PART1)                                    

I have decided to let out some nasty stuffs I did as a small boy, virtually everyone has a story to tell from their childhood days but I think mine is unique and also comic.

Ok (clears throat), on that fateful evening, I was coming back from block rosary (if you know what I mean) with a friend of mine, block rosary closes by 8pm and my parents were expecting me to be back 8.20pm as usual, which wasn’t going to be the case that day.

On my way back home, my friend and I decided to stop along the way and  watch a champions league football game, my team (Chelsea) was playing that very day and I had to watch it because I knew on getting home I wouldn’t be able to watch the game. We kept watching till it was very dark then I told him it was time to leave for home, we lived close to each other, we left the match viewing center immediately, we kept on playing around on getting close to our gate, something spoke to me, ‘Chime Francis, are you sure your mum won’t hit on you for the second time?, she could be standing behind the gate. Immediately, I told my friend to run and check if anyone was standing behind the gate. Immediately, my friend rushed to our gate, on opening the gate, he received three very hot slaps, behold it was my mum, I smiled, mum you can’t get me again, when she noticed it wasn’t me that she slapped she apologized to my friend, at that moment I ran away as fast as I could, if I had ran a 100m dash with Tyson gay of then, I am sure I would have beaten him to the finish line.

(You wouldn’t want to know what happened next…)

I better stop here, please don’t tell my Mum.

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