The Way My Heart Beats (Part 1)

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I like simple and natural things. Very uncomfortable with artificial and complicated stuff like  fake eye lashes,artificial nails,pencil heels etc.

Why, the first time I ventured eye lashes, I was so uncomfortable that I pulled them off after a few hours. Lol.


Back then, it used to be "give me a pair of jeans and a tee and I'm off". It took me a long time to wear leggings because I was too conscious of my bow legs, but a couple of my friends convinced me that it was good, so I started wearing them. It took a while for me to wear human hair because I thought it was overrated so didn't really care, but when I wore it, I looked so good that I accepted it.

#Note# Guys, human hair is not overrated and there's a great difference between Brazilian hair and darling yaki. A woman will always be a woman. Lol.

I'm what some people would call a tomboy. I grew up with eight brothers and their male antics were a great appeal to me. I loved climbing trees and doing acrobatics. When I was a little girl, my nickname was "Cheetah", (Tarzan's monkey) because I was always climbing stuff. Lol.

I don't talk much. I write more than I talk. And I hate using big words when I write. I just want it to be simple so everyone can understand what I'm talking about.


I get hurt often because I never heed the advice "Don't expect anything from people". I expect kindness, consideration, respect, affection, attention etc from people. I've been disappointed lots of times. I've also been pleasantly surprised lots of times too. I don't stop expecting. I don't stop believing.

I don't believe anyone should die for their sins/crimes. I believe every soul should be saved. I was robbed last year and if I happen to meet those guys face to face today, all I would say to them is "Guy, why una do me like that now. Una no know say me sef get issues?"

I'm not perfect at aaaaaaaall. Not by a long shot, but my heart is good and I think good thoughts about people. I'm passionate about the people and things that I truly care about. I make mistakes but I quickly repent of them and TRY not to allow it happen again. I don't like being around hostile and negative people and places. I don't like pot-stirrers except when everyone is kidding around. Whenever I sense trouble I withdraw and hope for the best.

I forgive easily and quickly and most times without any apology. My offender may not even know I've forgiven them. Lol. I can't keep grudges in me. That's downright impossible for me to do. There's no bile in me at all. I'm not saying I love my offenders but there's always room for reconciliation here.

I love deeply and passionately. I'm effusive in my display of affection and I try to see love to the end.

All this may be difficult for some people to contain; I know this but hey, that's just the way my heart beats............ 

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