Tell Me (Life test questions)

Grade yourself -___-

19th Street

Life sets the test questions, I sit back and grade your scores

There’s the test of money. How long does money stay in your hand? Does it flee or does it come to you?

There’s the test of caring. Yes you care for me but is that your nature or you just doing a business transaction?

There’s the test of we against the world. If everyone in the world was against me and I was honestly innocent, would you stand by me?

There’s the test of physical attraction. Can your body talk to my body and we have an organic interaction full of soul?

There’s the test of maturity. What does external pressure do to you? Bring out the best or the worst?

There’s the test of stayability and finishability. Do you finish your long term projects or you keep finding new short term ones? Cos we in this for…

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Do You Know Me?

DISCLAIMER: NOT HUMAN

BLACK HISTORY MONTH

Poem/SpokenWord -Do You Know Me

We’re in the UK

& That Weather Shii Cray

So I’ve slipped a couple times today

But that’s ok

I…*laughs*…I got you

Weather is not the subject today.

Let’s focus on less sunny issues.

 

Like:

 

Do you know what it means to be Chinese

Walk alone and you won’t feel at ease

Never get a mere ‘Ní hâo’ except when they need help with Math

I study art & music but no one bothered to ask

*scoff* How stereotypical I say in my mind

But deep down I don’t really mind

So I go ahead & help anyway

I’m ecstatic for the little interaction any day

Even though… its momentary

& friendship is..well..a phenomenon that tarry

I am more things than my language or appearance

Do you know me? I am my likes, dislikes. I love culture

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Do you…

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Hmmmmm.

Panacea!

Its a rainy night and the heavenly clouds fall down in broken streaks. They remind me of tears these drops and I wish heaven would bless my cheeks with torrents like these.
The way the moon defies the clouds and paints a contrasting picture of silver and grey on the eastern horizon reminds me of his eyes.
His wise brown eyes set in deep sockets that eclipse the colour of his brown skin. He loves the moon almost as much as I love those eyes and their glint in the darkness that was my life. The way they lit up as his words washed away the soot coating my heart much like the rain does the dust on my windows now.
I marvel at the clarity of this rainy night and the irony of the raging storm within me;a stark painful contrast.
There’s a tornado within me churning my insides…

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The Unseen…..

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We see you. You intrigue us, to no end, the lot of you. From the moment you open your eyes to the world onto the moment Azaril comes to escort your soul out of it. You are a lot like us, but at the same time, we are far removed. Daily, do we give thanks for our separation. You are the ones most favored by the Almighty; without a doubt, you are special. Even though you were the last to be created, you were made to be second to none in peerage. All were made to bow before you, including our ancestors. We had no choice but to obey the Creator, although one of us dared to refuse Him. Iblis, he was called then… Through the centuries, we have watched you. From the downfall at the garden, past the great flood, the Tower of Babel, down to the time of the crossing of the Red Sea. We were there when the ground swallowed Korab and all his treasures. Frankly, we are staggered by your limitless arrogance. The Almighty has raised you above us all, and loves you unconditionally. We do not understand it, and therefore try to understand you. We must admit, you are an enigma. You are physically weak, but make up for it in intelligence. You are also blessed with the ability to adapt. You are fertile, and spread bountifully across the earth. With the backing of the Omnipotent, no living thing is spiritually superior to you. You happen to be the only animals who walk upright. You have also been given knowledge, and what have you done with it? You are capable of great evil. We tire of how you lie to, steal from, hurt, oppress and murder each other in your greed and selfishness. In your self-aggrandisement, you forget that your mortal lives are but a collective grain of sand in the beach that is the hereafter. In your folly, you have begun to delude yourselves that you are gods. You forget your place! You have even corrupted some among our kind into imbibing your behaviour. You worship false gods and go as far as worshipping some among us. You bribe them with red mercury, all to persuade them into overhearing the daily announcements of destiny in heaven. More perplexing is the fact that they actually do it, even though it is suicidal. None but the malaika are allowed in heaven before their time, and any who dares to cross the boundary faces instant death. To our eternal shame, we have enabled some of you to be misled by false prophets, proclaiming stolen words, belonging to the Almighty. It is no wonder why He, in His boundless wisdom, keeps us unseen to you. It is for our safety. We will be fair- you are also capable of great acts of kindness. From the charity that is a simple smile, to the selfless philanthropy of giving all of one’s wealth to the needy. The unconditional love a parent has for a child. When we see the pious among you, we are reminded as to why The Lord loves you. The ones who submit to his mercy, and remember the hereafter: they may be your salvation. In retrospect, you are probably our salvation as well. We would be as arrogant as you are if we were to believe ourselves better than you. We still do not understand you, but we have learned by watching you. Despite the urge to put you down, we recognize your potential. We will continue to watch you, unseen. We are Jinn.

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Thanks to Dayo Omidiran (@mromidiran) for sending this in. You can read more from him here http://papyrusczar.wordpress.com.

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Authors Notes: Iblis is also known as Lucifer. Malaika literally means “angels”. Korab was Moses’ major antagonist during the 40 year-long wandering of the Israelites. He was fabulously wealthy, and tried to rebel against Moses, so God swallowed him, his followers and all their possessions in the earth.

Dusk 15: Sa’id

Walks onto podium, shakes @0Toxic vigorously, waves at crowd…………………Hello my name is Sa’id, I am an addict.

*Flashes back to January 2012* Walking the streets of Kaduna, tie half knotted, shirt collar faded, roasted maize grabbed firmly. That was me submitting CVs from office to office, Solicited or Unsolicited.  You see I just quit my job, yes I did. You pay me peanuts and try to dictate my life at the same time, no Boss you don’t get to do that. To cut the long story short, or rather the rant, I left my wacked job with no plans of what to come, amidst all advice from friends and family, they kept saying hang in there things will change, I have been waiting for so long but it won’t, so damn all the advice I am doing this my way.

*January 13, 2013* Exactly a year after, and three promotions later; I sit in my office half the size of a football field, look at the line up of gadgets and the only thing I can whisper is “Alhamdullilah” Thank you Lord.

To the series theme proper: Hopes, dreams, expectations and fears…

Hope
Hmmmmmm, that’s a hard one, given the fact I lost hope a long time ago, *Snickers* throw faith in there somewhere. I can’t stand up to God cause I said some very terrible things to him in my trying times, I cursed, I blamed, I begged and just as I gave up on him, he turned my story around and I am so ashamed of myself I can’t bow to him in prayers. But he is “Allahu gafiru rahim”; the all forgiving. I intend to mend that bridge, I can’t do this alone, but some way somehow, he will come to my rescue as usual.

Dreams
I long for the day I work for fun and not for survival, I long for the day my wage stops being my wedge, the day color, size and taste becomes the reason I didn’t get that suit and not the price tag; dinner in Paris, breakfast in London, luxury cars, private jet etcetera etcetera…… wait!! Can’t a brother just want the simple things of life? -______-

Expectations
I work for a small financial company as an Analyst, I currently work for the Nigerian Sector, but I am hoping and praying that all the hard work I have put in get recognized and I get to work for the Holding, that is the mother company. “Father make board meetings in Paris my portion too”. Amen

Fears
I won’t sugar coat this, I will just go ahead and say it, my greatest fear is dying in the friend zone, imagine her telling me I am annoyingly nice <_<, but that will change very soon, I don’t care if I buy my way into DMs. On a more serious note I fear failure, I can’t afford to not succeed, I have tasted the good life and I am not giving it up for anything.

If you have read this far, I say thank you for listening to (reading) me rant. I am a shy person and can’t imagine writing my ordeal or experiences for others to read, that was why I chickened out from  dropping a piece on @HL_blue ‘s blog. But after reading what a lot of folks out there have to say, I was greatly inspired and decided to do this, this is wishing you all a prosperous and fruitful new year.

My name is Sa’id and I am addicted to success. *drops mic*

FWB

#NP How do I tell her ► R.Kelly, something must be wrong with my music player, it’s like the fourth time this song is playing….it’s either i set it on repeat unknowingly or I have got a shitty playlist…..#shikenan, but the dreadful part is me relating to the song or vice versa. How do you tell someone you don’t love them anymore…. love is a feeling u can’t quantify….things would have been a lot easier. If it goes like;’ hey, I am outta love’ just like your gas or DSTV subscription….but as it is with everything human……….. Complications d(0_0)b…….Don’t get me wrong , I am not going to do the whole cliché thing…..’It aint you but me’

 

 I met oluchi at a fast food joint, as usual I was in company of friends and of course they are girls. There she was looking so sweet with a confused look on her face, I prolly figured her guy stood her up…….how do I up my game? No asking for digits of course or else Tinam will have my balls for dinner….yels oh she is mother Hen like that. So I waited for the time-window frame, all ya physicist know what I am talking about – Schrödinger Eqn, she just won’t stop staring at the door, picked up her phone and hit speed dial……a ten seconds conversation ensured and she cursed out openly….such vulgarities from such a small mouth….and of course that gave me a solution to my Time- space conundrum. I quickly wrote on the paper napkin ‘if he makes u curse then he aint worth it…add me 31E2***’ walked up to her and said ‘this napkin is for your tears but read the message before soiling it’. She read it….nah no guy is worth my tears……..but thanks all the same was her response……for a VGBG that was all I needed, a convo starter….and I said not even tears of joy, I bet u aint shed those in a while….. She looked up and smiled….I see you don’t give up easily….my name is Lizzy but Oluchi to strangers, have a seat pls.

My name is Kelvin, and Kelvin it is to strangers too, too bad I can’t take up your offer…..see that feisty girl over there…the one in the pink gown, that’s my girlfriend and she is pretty furious……call me I said to her as I mouthed out my digits.   Back to my table, Tinam was all over me with her look of disgust and of course the mandatory EFCC questions…who was that? I feigned ignorance and ask if she was ready to leave….was kinda mad at her, not for the whole personal bodyguard role she likes to play but for the hole her friend was about to put in my pocket with her take away request.

 

It was a week after the whole debacle at the joint that I received a call from a strange number. Just closed from work and dead tired, can’t wait to get home to my warm bed. I picked the phone and at once I knew who the caller was…..Lisa, Linda, Lydia……just can’t remember her name (yes I am bad with names like that). I am ready to take you up on your offer….the tears of joy stuff…..and I went…. excuse me, who am I speaking with?  For a while I thought I hit the end button cause of the silence. Then I heard the voice….so you forget easily, never mind I called, take care….and I was like…..you wish!!! Wats up oluchi? Hope u good? Where u @?

 

I am on seventh street, opposite that MTN billboard, can you come pick me? I heard desperation in  her voice……and as a gentleman, the first rule is never to ignore a damsel in distress. Did a sharp u-turn without regard for the traffic lights but who cares, this is Naija.

Hello Chic where are you, I am parked across the street, Blue car, white neon Headlights

 

Dunno if it’s you I see, but…….did you just put off your headlights? okay I see you.

 

Few minutes later she was in my car looking all hawt and sexy……..hello there stranger?

And she goes is it ok if I sleep at your place tonight?

 

Erm Erm……you want to sleep at my place? You don’t even know me?

 

Never mind i knew it was the wrong move, just drop me off at the next stop.

 

Okay Okay, my God you are Feisty!!!!!! You want to sleep over, then sleep it is.

 

Hope i am not getting in the way of anything?

 

Nah, not to worry, nothing i can’t handle.

 

Here i am with a strange lady, not thinking of anything but the show down………men agro na bastard sha, since i aint getting any from Tinam at the moment, then this must be manna from heaven.

We barely made it to my place before she jumped on me, she was all over me, kissing and fondling………chai, this is the life (Rick Ross’s voice)………

I didn’t even bother taking off my clothes. As soon as the bedroom door was shut, i drew her forcefully to myself. She felt my member against her thigh and fought hard to hide her delight. She wondered if i was getting it from my woman…….

As i stroked her breasts through her shirt i whispered, “No bra. You came prepared.” She had obviously.No panties either, she said.

I swiftly pulled her shirt over her head, freeing her dainty breasts and sunk my lips onto them, biting her nipples. Hard!!!

From the response i got i knew she liked it……..Hmmmm, rough sex, i haven’t had that in a while.

 She noticed the slippery, sticky feeling between her upper thighs……..

Putting my arms around her waist, i lifted her onto the bed. She spread her legs and looked at me invitingly…

 

…she hadn’t expected me to go down on her or for it to be that good. My tongue bedazzled her and felt like it had always been a part of her, her lips welcomed me, she coated my face with…….

……I stopped just as suddenly as I’d started. Without further ado I unzipped my pants, brought out the thing and started the ride. Grabbing her arse and pulling her in one direction, i thrust fervidly in the other. I slammed myself into her groin harder and deeper, It was brutal. It was intense. It was painful. It was paradise.

 

The next time she was on top, dictating the tempo……

 

This of course was 6 months ago…..now i have had enough of the ‘fuckbuddy’ thing, she misunderstood SEX for BONDING and LUST for LOVE, i am done and out but how do i tell her? Honestly i have grown fond of her, the calmness, the petite shape, spotless set of teeth and a stride that could break necks…………..

I tried, trust me, i tried so hard but i just can’t replicate that feeling, she should have known better than to cross the line…you don’t mix business with pleasure.

How do you know when’s the right time to throw in the towel? What do you say when it’s all said and done? Where do you go to sort out your feelings? When nothing is like it was

There’s no easy way to break somebody’s heart, I couldn’t keep this thing from falling a part

  

“Let He without Sin Cast the First Stone”

The Getting To know Me

So here we have a guest blogger who chooses to remain anonymous for *insert appropriate word* here. Read and comment, see ya on the flip side.

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Didn’t gain admission into the university immediately i finished secondary school, so i was home for a bit. Always used to complain to the Mother about the fact that i didn’t have friends. Well, i did, just that the ones that mattered were in school and i wasn’t. And she’d always tell me that it’ll get to a point in my life where i’ll have so many friends, i’ll be tired. Wise woman, my ma. So i finally started this predegree course and i did have friends and i was happy…for a while.

Who are friends? Or more to the point, what exactly is friendship? I don’t have the answer to this questions and i doubt i ever will. All i know is that more times often than not, i am discontented with me ‘social’ life. Friends are supposed to just take me as i am, so why is that so hard? I know what acquaintances are and i hardly expect anything from those people, but friends? Nah…

‘Aren’t you tired of complaining about me? Because i’m tired of you complaining about me’. I hate it when i feel like i’m stuck in a friendship that i know i’m not happy in. I mean, seriously, i’m beginning to disgust myself; complaining every single time and still not able to do anything about it. I know somehow i’m learning something, but what?

What brought this out of me is the fact that i was chatting with an old friend and i swear, i wanted to cry. I miss us. I miss what we were. She really accepted me, and that is rare. I don’t know exactly what her feelings are/were but i felt really good when i was with her. I could talk to her about stuff and trust that she would listen and i won’t be scared that she would judge me or something. We’ve been through our ups and downs and still i love her. I doubt if we would’ve still been friends if she didn’t leave; the distance is both a blessing and a curse. I could go on and on about this friend that i miss so much, but i’m already crying.

Sometimes i feel so alone in the midst of people and that is the worst kind. Run to and from God so many times, i’m always scared to go back. I don’t mean to blaspheme but there are things God can’t directly do and i’m too stupid to notice when he does it indirectly. I’ve prayed, read my Bible, sang…i’ve done a lot but those can only go as far.

I have this friend and he’s always complaining about how i’m not ‘deep’ with anybody. Don’t know how else to tell him i don’t see the point in that. I mean, how am i supposed to be ‘deep’ when i don’t feel comfortable enough with you? Everybody says people don’t understand them and i hate to be a clichè but it’s true.

Sometimes i feel like i’m some sort of freak show. Some weird twisted sort of entertainment. ‘Isn’t she so funny? She reacts in the strangest of ways’. I figured if i was there for people when they needed me, they would do the same for me. I’m pathetic. They don’t even know how to be there for me…i don’t know myself. I’m that ‘friend in need’, not good enough for fair weatherness.

I’m dark. Pardon me for not being ‘sunshiney’. I don’t just want to be that person. I have come to like myself but i get so much ‘hatred’ i can’t help but hate myself sometimes.

Why i like christianity? This God has been presented to me as someone who accepts me no matter what. No matter how many times i fall or mess up, He is always there ready to take me back as long as i mean it. There are no ‘special conditions’ for being in His presence. Yes, He is sovereign but He made me, not to be a subordinate but to be loved…by Him.

Maybe this loneliness is just in my head. Maybe i do have friends that love me as much as i love them or can love them; but i don’t feel it and therein lies the problem.

Some people wonder why i love to be alone, it’s just a classic case of a girl who feels she isn’t understood by most people.

I feel like i am floating through existence;
i feel like i am living after time;
i feel like i am forced to break the silence…..is that a crime?
I feel like we are all following shadows and shadows that don’t know where to go.
I feel like i am waiting for tomorrow while today waste away!
Its just the way i feel

Asa – the way I feel

Words Unspoken……

Hmmmm……*Loud Sigh* its been a while; every where is so dusty *clears cobwebs*! So why is he writing today you may wonder? *Shrugs* I can’t answer that myself either…….the question at hand is one I try to brush off of my mind whenever the thought crosses, though it is inevitable…..I try to deny it.

Death!!! the term used to describe the cessation of all biological functions that sustain a living organism.

*Can we please have a moment of silence*

Cessation science says, but what happen to emotions and memories, the pain and anguish that lingers? How does your heart forget the irreplaceable love? Mother’s Love……love so real it hurts, of sleepless nights and hunger pangs? Of naked fear and worry for your well being?

Like morning dawn chased by the rising sun; she left without a chance to say goodbye.

Dreams and memories channels of communication left to explore….to say out loud words unspoken!

Grief embodied in tears and heavy sigh, questions unanswered, puzzle unsolved yet another candle burnt in the wind

She passed the baton to you knowing fully well you aint prepared to carry on with her legacy, dreams unfulfilled.

Broken promises and words unspoken….the silent wishes of just one reunion to make everything right, take back words said but not meant….. To say words meant but not spoken!

If she could read this then I ‘d write…………

What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch, we may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before she was ready to say good-bye, but little by little, we begin to remember not just that you died, but that you lived. And that your life gave her memories too beautiful to forget.

The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land. The music stops, and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains…….

If she could hear me then I’d say……………

I never got the chance to meet you though through pictures I got to see where she inherited her smile ……the radiant beauty!!

The confident stride and determination so strong….. Ma’am I am happy to say you raised an exceptional woman you’d be so proud of.
The pain lingers on memories triggered…..she seeks solace in family and comfort in the hug of strangers…….

For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains; Sadly missed along life’s way, quietly remembered every day…..No longer in our life to share,but in our hearts, you’re always there.

As day comes and night falls
For the rest of our life we’ll miss you
And even though life must go on, we’ll still mourn While wishing you were home.

Take a moment outside the day to day struggle
To let the ones you really care about know that you love and cherish them, tomorrow aint guaranteed.

Lost a loved one? How did you deal with the loss? Pls share in the comment box:

FIRST LOVE

so today’s Post is a lovely one that i personally like

This isn’t the typical boy meet girl, boy likes girl and girl likes him back, music in the background as they kiss under the pouring rain kind of story. To me, it’s more than that; it’s about two boys who showed me what love really is about, in its purest form.

Meet David and Joseph.

 

David was brought into this world with no love talk more of a silver spoon. His first cradle was a polythene bag with which his mother dumped him in and left him to face the intricacies of this onerous world alone in the discomfort of the bush. By a stroke of luck, he was found by a Good Samaritan who took him to an orphanage home. Growing up, he became close friends with Joseph another child in the home whose story isn’t far off from his.

I can’t put in plain words the beauty that transcends just watching this two together…

I think it was those little things they did for each other, the sharing of biscuit that was never enough or the cheese balls they shared?, or when Joseph hugged David when he was sad, or sipping from the same drink, or the little pranks they played? I don’t know where I saw it because it’s unseen yet so visible.

They aren’t blood brothers although they bear the same surname with the other 160 children in the home; I believe they could discern that they weren’t actually bonded by blood. The admirable fact is that they are bonded by the one word I have not come to entirely comprehend – Love.

Today, I’m not here to preach, give this or give that, because you can give all of those without truly loving. Today, I ask you to take off your shoes and step into the worn out pair my friends wear.

Now, take a second and figure where it hurts, is it the used clothes you have to wear? Is the fact that your biological parents left you all alone? No one to come for your Open day at school, or is it the countless uncelebrated birthdays? Or the fact you don’t even know the actual date when you were born?

Have you ever taken a second to think if we “the so called privileged” ever actually show love? Just maybe you have an imperative role in an all-encompassing plot? Maybe it isn’t just about you? Maybe there’s a child out there, a homeless person down the road losing hope and it’s our task to restore just that?

You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you – John Bunyan

Never deprive someone of hope; it may be all they have…. It’s time we made a difference, it’s time we stopped the show of pity and celebrate love, and it’s time we act, true love is always backed up by actions, spare some time to birth a smile. Let there be a festival, a Festival of Love.

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Life isn’t just about you or me; it’s also about the role we have to play in the story of others, the smiles we leave eternally on the faces of people we meet.

Now, here is an opportunity to act, this April 7,2012 , join hands with Project One Million Souls as we celebrate love, it’s going to be a festival, a Festival of Love with the Children from orphanages, Adults from the Aged Homes, The Blinds and Disabled, Boys and Girls From Remand Homes .

Love comes first.

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” – Margaret Mead.

But then, this is what I think, what do I know?

Written by : Funto Ayinoluwa (@ObaFuntAy )

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Project One Million Souls is Covenant University’s charity organization that operates with the aim of touching 1 Million souls annually. The organization is poised at bettering the cause of the needy and helpless in Africa. Click http://projectonemillionsouls.org/about/ to find out more information.

Also their known annual program called ‘Festival Of Love’ would be happening soon!

Festival Of Love (Season 3)

Theme: The Greatest Gift “1cor 13:13″

Venue: Covenant University….Old Football Field in front of Peter Hall

Date: April 7th 2012

Time:10am

Highlights: Last Year’s Festival Of Love

Let’s pray toward the Success and also come around to support this event and let’s touch A Million Souls

Donate/Support

* Account Number:

Bank: Oceanic Bank, Nigeria.

Account Number: 0039794821

Address of Project One Millon Souls
* Hall 104, Covenant University Chapel, CanaanLand, Ota, Ogun State
* Email: info@projectonemillionsouls.org
* Website: http://projectonemillionsouls.org/

Peace and Stay Blessed J

 

 

Day 240: How Does your heart Forget!!!

Never in my wildest imagination did I think I’ll write these lines on paper, its 240 days and love’s turned sour already? WHY?

They say you only ask why when you know the answer……I beg to differ….giving reasons will only take me (US) back into the vicious cycle of hate and resentment!

BUT………………………………………………………………….

When you’ve got to let go
of the one that you’ve held so close,
When you know it’s time
to turn and walk away!
There’s nothing left to say,
you know it’s for the best,
Your mind knows it’s over

You know it’s all wrong
To try to hold on,
And you know there’s nothing
left to hold on to,
And nothing you can do,
will bring it back again, no!

THE QUESTION REMAINS;

How does your heart forget?
How does it ever find
a way to get over, babe?
How do you leave behind
the best days of your life?
It might take some tears
(yes, seize my G card now),
it might take some time!

TIME…………………………………………………………………

Time will bring the real end of our trials
One day they’ll be no remnants;
No trace, no residual feelings within you
One day you won’t remember me

Your face will be the reason I smile
But I will not see what I cannot have forever
I’ll always love you, I hope you feel the same?

Goodbye my lover, Welcome my friend !!!