I am ill

So today, I remember the first time I laid eyes on him... He was wearing a black prada shirt and jeans. Omo, He looked like one ajebo and was complaining that my room door had a made a hole in his shirt. If you see the hole sef,over tiny was doing it. Anywaz, my point is I remember the first day, cause I think I feel in love. Poor Me. If I knew 9 years down the line I would be complaining or writing stories of my life based on that meeting.. I would have forced my eyes closed or slept off while he gisted with my room-mate and neighbours. Still, I enjoy how my life is unfolding. Everyday I see reasons why I am grateful to God for allowing me thread this path.

But seriously ,I am really ill. Down with the flue and self medicating for malaria. I know,I know, its bad practice, but still am doing it.

My reading for today is

Psalm 107:3(ESV) He turns a desert into pools of water  a parched land into springs of water.