I'm grateful...

I thank God for the gift of his son Jesus in my life, I am eternally grateful.
My parents - for giving birth to me. Because if there is no them, there will not be me.
My family – for being my closest kin in the world.
My friends – for being my companions in life.
Sense of sight – for letting me see the colors of life.
Sense of hearing - for letting me hear trickle of rain, the voices of loved ones, and the harmonious chords of music.
Sense of touch - for letting me feel the texture of my clothes, the breeze of the wind, the hands of loved ones.
Sense of smell – for letting me smell the good scents in life
Sense of taste – for letting me savor the sweetness of food and drinks.
My speech – for giving me the outlet to express myself.
My heart – for pumping blood to all the parts of my body every second since I Was born; for giving me the ability to feel.
My lungs – for letting me breathe so I can live.
My immune system – for fighting viruses that enter my body. For keeping me in good health so I can do the things I love.
My hands – so I can type on my computer, flip the pages of books, and hold the hands of loved ones.
My legs - for letting me walk, run, swim, play the sports I love, and curl up in the comfort of my seat.
My mind - for the ability to think, to store memories, and to create new solutions.
Good health – for enabling me to do what I want to do and for what I’m about to do in the future.
Tears – for helping me express my deepest emotions.
Disappointment - so I know the things that matter to me most.
Fears – so I know my opportunities for growth.
Pain – for me to become a stronger person.
Sadness – for me to appreciate the spectrum of human emotions.
Happiness – for me to soak in the beauty of life.
The Sun - for bringing in light and beauty to this world.
Sunset – for a beautiful sight to end the day.
Moon and Stars - for brightening up our night sky.
Sunrise - for a beautiful sight to start the morning.
Rain – for cooling me when it gets too warm and for making it comfy to sleep in on weekends.
Oxygen - for making life possible.
Internet - for connecting me and others despite the physical space between us.
Transport - for making it easier to commute from one place to another.
Mobile phones – for making it easy to stay in touch with others.
Computers – for making our lives more effective and efficient.
Technology – for making impossible things possible.
Movies – for providing a source of entertainment.
Books – for adding wisdom into my life.
Time – for a system to organize myself and keep track of activities.
My job – for giving me a source of living and for being a medium where I can add value to the world.
Music - for lifting my spirits when I’m down and for filling my life with more love.
My bed - for me to sleep comfortably in every night.
My enemies – for helping me uncover my blind spots so I can become a better person.
My mistakes - for helping me to improve and become better.
Heartbreaks - for helping me mature and become a better person.
Laughter - for serenading my life with joy.
Love - for letting me feel what it means to truly be alive.
Life’s challenges - for helping me grow and become who I am.
Life - for giving me the chance to experience all that I am experiencing, and will be experiencing in time to come.

''Bomb scare''

I was at the bank to do a service activation, on a day, the banking hall was so full...I noticed this young lady in white hijab trying to get in, but the door wouldn't open, as the ''Woman inside the door'' would ask her to go drop the metal object she had on, blah blah blah.
Immediately my mind swung into action: ''That lady had explosives strapped to her body, which the door detected, that's why she had difficulties getting in.'' I melted on my seat and literally felt my tummy churn, as I froze in fear. I thought of standing up and dashing upstairs. (At least the impact won't be much,since I won't take a direct hit) She eventually got in on her fourth attempt, and at the same time, the bank staff that was attending to me, got up to leave, making his seat the only available one in the banking hall, and this suspected ''suicide bomber,'' made straight for that seat which was right beside me, sat down, then looked into my face with such a stern look. And the next thing she whispers...''Stupid bank and their stupid door, everytime I come here that door embarasses me.'' I tried to force a smile but my heart was beating too fast out of fear for a smile to pop up. I was trying too hard to douse the now palpable fear. She then dipped her hand into a part of the hijab that looked like a pouch,at that moment, I concluded she was reaching for the detonator. I'm sure I had died even before she would have blown us all to smithereens ...A quick thought came to me suddenly: ''Hold her hand, stop her from pressing the death-button and become a hero'', but before I could do that, she had pulled it out >>> A pack of handbills, for a summer holiday program for children. Handed a copy to me, then shared the rest and made to leave some with the customer-service lady, who directed her to the right spot where she could drop them.

As I stepped out of the bank , I instantly developed this sharp headache, coupled with a mixture of anger and at the same time laughing at myself.
I guess the boko haram scourge has made us all edgy and suspicious.
I REALLY WONDER HOW YOU GUYS THOUGHT IT ENDED!!!