Honesty....
I can honestly say I don't know the true meaning of your character
Honestly, have I ever even felt the true presence of your genuine nature in my life?
Honestly, all you do is lie and deceive, so do you honestly expect me to trust when you profess love and truthfulness?
Honesty... The one thing I asked you to provide even when a lie tastes much sweeter in your mouth...
Despite the bitterness it causes to my heart, I honestly prefer the freedom truth will bring
In all honesty, I knew you never loved me from the start, but the same truth I seek is the same one I fled from
Lets be honest, we all know my heart was never your home...
Your kiss is so cold, as vacant as the three little words you utter so half heartily coated in lies
True to myself, is what I choose to be
honesty knows no place in your nature....
It is not your friend, nor is it your neighbor
Honestly, the truth has set me free
What a lonely word
to a lonely girl in a lonely word....
But she is all I have...
And that's what I call honesty...
honesty begets an honest heart, so truthfully are you honest to you?
Tuesday 12 March 2013
Wednesday 6 March 2013
My Best Friend's Wedding
Ever heard the phrase "Always the brides maid, never the bride"?
Well I honestly think this is a statement that has become true to my life.
My best Friend recently got married in an extravagant African wedding and I was so happy when she asked me to be Maid of Honor.
I have never been so happy to see my friend getting married that it actually made me think about my own wedding day.
I knew that it was possible to feel broody when you see babies, but I honestly never thought such could be said about weddings/marriage until I experience it myself. I found myself panicking all of a sudden with a feeling of pressure to settle down and find a husband.
I am the youngest in my group of friends, at 22 I honestly don't think I am ready for marriage, heck I was not even thinking about it until all my friends started getting engaged, pregnant and married. Yes, my friend are older than me, in fact most of them are 27/28 years old which I guess is the standard age to think about marriage and settling down.
The wedding took part in Nigeria, a country I had heard a lot about but never had the pleasure of visiting until now. Initially, I was rather skeptical about going because I'd heard about people getting kidnapped and all sorts of stories.
Upon arriving, I realized that it was EXTREMELY hot and humid!! Unbelievably so for someone who lives in a cold country like the UK.
Another thing that struck me and took me by surprise was the difference in culture. People in Nigeria are so friendly and welcoming, everyone is happy and polite and you are treated like royalty by those around you.
Life is different over there, from how women are expected to behave, to the pressure there is for young girls to settle down, get married and be good wives to their husbands. In other words, European culture and African culture are WORLD apart, which is rather refreshing and eye opening.
The wedding itself was split into two segments, the traditional wedding first, to be then followed by the white wedding one week after.
I got to wear a traditional African dress which I designed myself and it turned out beautifully. I was so nervous about it because I did not get to see it until the day before the wedding,but everything went well.
The Bride had bride-Zilla tendencies (Bless her) and it was my job to ensure she didn't have a nervous break down or in fact, kill somebody as most of us feared she would on a few heated occasions with family members. Moments like this made me realize that I wasn't ready for a wedding, let alone a marriage because that's for life... A VERY VERY long time indeed.
Below are a few pictures I wanted to share that captured the moments and shows how beautiful the wedding was.
It was filled with love and blessing and I was over the moon to be a part of it.
unfortunately, I did not find my groom. Despite the pressure and insisting of nearly every "Aunty" that wanted me to marry her son or Nephew.
Lots of Love
Bree
Well I honestly think this is a statement that has become true to my life.
My best Friend recently got married in an extravagant African wedding and I was so happy when she asked me to be Maid of Honor.
I have never been so happy to see my friend getting married that it actually made me think about my own wedding day.
I knew that it was possible to feel broody when you see babies, but I honestly never thought such could be said about weddings/marriage until I experience it myself. I found myself panicking all of a sudden with a feeling of pressure to settle down and find a husband.
I am the youngest in my group of friends, at 22 I honestly don't think I am ready for marriage, heck I was not even thinking about it until all my friends started getting engaged, pregnant and married. Yes, my friend are older than me, in fact most of them are 27/28 years old which I guess is the standard age to think about marriage and settling down.
The wedding took part in Nigeria, a country I had heard a lot about but never had the pleasure of visiting until now. Initially, I was rather skeptical about going because I'd heard about people getting kidnapped and all sorts of stories.
Upon arriving, I realized that it was EXTREMELY hot and humid!! Unbelievably so for someone who lives in a cold country like the UK.
Another thing that struck me and took me by surprise was the difference in culture. People in Nigeria are so friendly and welcoming, everyone is happy and polite and you are treated like royalty by those around you.
Life is different over there, from how women are expected to behave, to the pressure there is for young girls to settle down, get married and be good wives to their husbands. In other words, European culture and African culture are WORLD apart, which is rather refreshing and eye opening.
The wedding itself was split into two segments, the traditional wedding first, to be then followed by the white wedding one week after.
I got to wear a traditional African dress which I designed myself and it turned out beautifully. I was so nervous about it because I did not get to see it until the day before the wedding,but everything went well.
The Bride had bride-Zilla tendencies (Bless her) and it was my job to ensure she didn't have a nervous break down or in fact, kill somebody as most of us feared she would on a few heated occasions with family members. Moments like this made me realize that I wasn't ready for a wedding, let alone a marriage because that's for life... A VERY VERY long time indeed.
Below are a few pictures I wanted to share that captured the moments and shows how beautiful the wedding was.
It was filled with love and blessing and I was over the moon to be a part of it.
unfortunately, I did not find my groom. Despite the pressure and insisting of nearly every "Aunty" that wanted me to marry her son or Nephew.
Lots of Love
Bree
Sunday 3 March 2013
Breathe... Until it all stops
Disappointment and sorrow have always dominated her life...
Distraught and confused, wondering when luck will strike...
A girl so lost, a girl so wounded...
yet she's strong enough to smile and laugh out loud.
Engulfed in misery, surrounded by failure from the world's perspective
When will she win? When will she rest from the pain that knocks on every corner of a damaged heart?
Like a deserted island, she possesses a beauty that nobody can see.
Her eyes as blue as the ocean and clear seas
But what she has seen, nobody can know what it means....
A girl who's soul is so much in fire, she screams out for The Lord to save her
She lays at night, praying to escape from the hell she calls life.
All she wants is the heaven she used to know...
The heaven that was ripped away from her when he went laying in her arms....
When kissed her red lips of dishonesty
When he ripped off her garments of disloyalty...
She was the devil in a black dress, the perfect representation of the soul that lived in a body filled with deceit
Her two pieces of heaven came together, to perfectly create a world of hell for her...
She can not escape, she can not breathe...
For the devil in the black dress.... birthed her 24 years ago
She can not escape...
Breathe... Focus... Breathe.....
Until it all stops.
Distraught and confused, wondering when luck will strike...
A girl so lost, a girl so wounded...
yet she's strong enough to smile and laugh out loud.
Engulfed in misery, surrounded by failure from the world's perspective
When will she win? When will she rest from the pain that knocks on every corner of a damaged heart?
Like a deserted island, she possesses a beauty that nobody can see.
Her eyes as blue as the ocean and clear seas
But what she has seen, nobody can know what it means....
A girl who's soul is so much in fire, she screams out for The Lord to save her
She lays at night, praying to escape from the hell she calls life.
All she wants is the heaven she used to know...
The heaven that was ripped away from her when he went laying in her arms....
When kissed her red lips of dishonesty
When he ripped off her garments of disloyalty...
She was the devil in a black dress, the perfect representation of the soul that lived in a body filled with deceit
Her two pieces of heaven came together, to perfectly create a world of hell for her...
She can not escape, she can not breathe...
For the devil in the black dress.... birthed her 24 years ago
She can not escape...
Breathe... Focus... Breathe.....
Until it all stops.
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