Category: Celebrations

Have a beautiful Christmas celebration

Last week, I attended a friend’s party and I can’t begin to tell you how much joy and happiness I perceived from various guests.

It reminded me of the essence of leaving out work to simply make merry with colleagues and friend. It was so much fun and I’m glad I attended it.

On that same good spirit, I sincerely thank you for being with me in this blog, so far.

I wish you greater milestones.

Happy Christmas 🎄 to you and all that are dear to you

May your joy be countless

May you be celebrated

May God meet you at the point of your needs

May He provide solutions to your desires

May God comfort you

May Your joy know no bounds.

Have a blessed Christmas 🎄 celebration.

Last year, I participated in blogmas, my posts can be found here.

Lots of Love,

Viviensvoice

Black History Month

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It is black history month. Luckily, I’ve been able to attend a few events to mark it. I’m black and proud. Looking back from where we started, we have come a long way.

I’ve decided to share with you a popular poem by a rare gem 💎 Maya Angelou(1924- 2014).

Still I rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

One Love

Viviensvoice

Happy Mothers Day

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It’s Mothering Sunday again. Each year is so special. I am grateful to God for His love and mercies. For me, mother is synonymous to women. I can tell you that women are one of the most powerful creatures I have come across or have read about😄

On that note, my post today is applicable to all women. According to studies, women are more prone to stress yet they cope better with stress when compared with men.

Happy Mothering Sunday to you. You are amazing, I mean each and every single mother out there. Your work might not be appreciated that much but you’ve got to give yourself a big pat on the back because you are irreplaceable. The work we do in our various homes are overwhelming and underrated.

Well done to all mothers out there, the world 🌍 won’t be the same without you. I got a flower 💐 from the church today😄

May God continue to supply you with all the love, knowledge, patience and all that you need to build your home.

Happy Mothering Sunday to you.

I will leave with the song below.

My Mother by Ann Taylor (1782-1866)

Who sat and watched my infant head

When sleeping on my cradle bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed?

My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,

Who gazed upon my heavy eye,

And wept for fear that I should die?

My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray

And love God’s holy book and day,

And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?

My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be

Affectionate and kind to thee,

Who was so very kind to me,

My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,

And if God please my life to spare

I hope I shall reward they care,

My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,

My healthy arm shall be thy stay,

And I will soothe thy pains away,

My Mother.

“A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.” Princess Diana

Lots of Love,

Viviensvoice.