Elizabeth Diaries

Dear Diary, I would like to let you know that being single is not a day's job. Being single is one thing, having a great guiltless moan is another thing. I love sex, the reason I would love to settle down. I get horny during my period. At this time, it get to the climax. And staying idle means succumbing to the pleasure. Sex is a good thing, but isn't pleasurable while in fear, in a rush or with guilt. One has to be fully relaxed while at it. Dear friend, did I tell you that I got a job? Yes, I got a job to work as a Home Teacher in my neighborhood. I got the job through recommendation. No applying, no writing of letters. I just got the job. I would be teaching and taking care of a six years old boy. Smart, lively and playful. I hope to have a good time with him. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

Dear Diary, There is a distinct similarity between the chirp of a bird and the cry of a baby. These two don't care if they would be disturbing anyone. They stop only when they wish to stop, you just can't force them to stop. Some people are this way. My mother loves marriage, even when she had gone through a lot in her marriage, she still loves, adores and wants marriage for all her children. I don't love her for that. She caused all the problems we went through in her marriage. If she had gone, we probably won't have fought traumas. We would have just had peace. But, no! She choosed to stay and we suffered everything. Every damn abuse in her bad marriage and loveless home. It pains me each time I recall that she spent twenty six years in a loveless and unhappy marriage. She never went to school, she was just there wasting her youth and her life building with a man who never loved her. Who saw her as a burden. My mother too was a lazy woman. Her family too couldn

Dear Diary, Our boys were not taught how to handle rejections in school. I mean, a girl's rejection. They take and bottle it up with all forms of anger and furiousness. They approach you, you decide to reject them for personal reasons. They get angry and gives you a label. No, a price tag. Material things don't get my attention. Not when a boy with no good manners or character uses a big car to come ask me out on a date. A big car is nothing without a good character. I go for the priceless qualities. Those qualities money can never buy. I go for humility. Not the poverty humility, the real humility. I go for simplicity. Not the boy who uses up all his savings to buy an expensive car then sleeps in a rented house hungry. I don't go for handsomeness. I go for a full grown up man with sense. Sense is everything, without it a home breaks. I don't want a Daddy or Mommy's boy. I go for an adult who is ready to leave his parents to cling to a woman, his wife. Many reas

Dear Diary, I had loved my mother for one thing. Throwing away Nkoriko that has egg inside it shell to go reproduce and multiple. She believed that eating all of it will make Nkoriko scarce. That is, not reproducing again. A blood tonic that can be cooked for anyone that lacks blood. Besides writing, I love eating Nkoriko, especially during rainy season. I like it when it is well spiced with seasoning and much of pepper. Taking it during the cold weather drives away cold and keeps one warm and alive. Just like any other thing, it has its season. Favourite of Calabar people, Cross River State, Nigeria. Sometimes when I feel horny and just can't commit fornication due to my singleness, I take all my energies into eating Nkoriko and trust me, I eat it with all my heart. I hope my future husband will love it too. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

Dear Diary, I so love you and I can't thank you enough for what you have done for me. I am grateful to God for His sufficient grace and mercies upon my life. I am grateful for all good things, what I have now and those yet to come. I'm just thankful for all the things life has taught me. At 24, I have gain experience bigger than my age. Through writing, seeing life, traveling, learning from others, I am able to shape my life to what I want and love. Only what I love. I learnt sometime ago the importance of having a private life. I learnt how to solve my personal problems and life problems without rubbing it on people's faces. Not when some people had mocked me for complaining so much concerning my situations then. I searched out for my growth and development without telling anyone I was actually building myself. Some people were surprised when I told them, I had graduated from the University. They were surprised because I never told them I was going to school. Only my f

Dear Diary, I thought of her. Those days, crazy in all forms of awesomeness. She was my Lecturer. The Lecturer who told us to have as many plans as possible as a young girl. Plan A, plan B, C, D, E and Z. A widow, her husband died when she was 19. At 19, so young, fragile and naive. She told us those crazy things she did during adolescent. How she followed her boyfriend, traveled overseas with him without telling her parents. She told us how she dealt with life after her husband's death. She held the hospital bed, shaking her husband many times so he could wake up for her. She cried and she was tired of weeping. She told us how devastated she was as everything was gone. She was left with two male children to take care of. She also said she took up a teaching job. She furthered her studies through part time programme. She got her Masters, then her PhD. She survived all of these and still came out stronger and better. Each time I search the word crazy, I could picture her in my m

Dear Diary, I am grateful for life and all things. I am grateful for the people around me. The great, the good, the bad, the gossips, the monsters, the beautiful. I am grateful for everyone because they all make life meaning in a good or bad way. I am grateful for those things that came through in my life. I am grateful for who I am now and all that I have. I am grateful for making me love myself and taking every moment one day at a time. I am grateful for the life you have given. Not a bad one, but a good one with good health and a sound mind. Where would I have been without God for each passing day, He gives me the grace to overcome all things. I am grateful that I have a roof on my head, a cloth on me and a food on my table. I am grateful you made me overcome the storms, the valley, the mountains of life and I came out stronger. Only God can make all these possible. He gives grace to the lowly. As I begin a new day, I pray it will be bright and beautiful, filled with fun and lau

Dear Diary, I do tell people that there are people and there are PEOPLE. There are people who are people pleasers. There are people who just want to be alone. There are extrovert and there are introvert. Some people just want to be left alone, not that they have a bad character or they're snub. No, they just want to be left alone. A long time ago, I gave up on people. I gave up on people who smiles at my face and talk shit about me behind my back, I keep them far away from me. I gave up on people who can't look me in the eye to tell my weaknesses or correct my wrongs. I never wanted to part of those who gossip others or put people down. I am always away from people that have nothing good to say about others. I never liked people who leaves their own wrongs to talk about another's wrongs. The reason I choose to stay alone. And when I stay alone, people call me snub. They say I am having a bad character. Obviously, staying alone is best for me. It keeps me away from lots

Dear Diary, Few days ago I saw my school mate. Same Secondary School, same University. Then, I remember the name tag I was given in school, ‘old school’ I was called old fashion because I never looked glittering nor wore expensive dresses. I spent money on books and my academics that I had nothing left to look good. I didn't work neither have a job. I depended on my parents, so I had cut my coat according to my cloth. I had known contentment. It wasn't even about looking good. School was life itself. School wasn't a place of fashion or fun. School wasn't a place where a girl could have numerous boyfriends, have lots of great sex, then she forgets to read. I mean fun is great, but we shouldn't forget the essential things while having fun. The essence of school was for learning. All round learning. In learning and in character. School taught me contentment in life, that in life, we can't always have everything. And in all our desires and insatiable wants, we s

Dear Diary, I am happy to be here today, not just being alive but feeling complete. I am glad that each passing day goes well. I haven't forgotten the Rosary and Our Mother of Perpetual help prayers so soon. Everyday, I see the effect of these prayers. Powerful and life changing. I see God performing His miracles in my family. I am grateful for all these things. I won't say my day was bad, for some days are good and other days are the best of the rest. I love and appreciate everyday of my life, truly time reveals all things and everything is for a purpose. I think there are certain things we shouldn't boast of. Our pride and our ego never gave it to us. When you wake up to see yourself complete, in good health and with a sound mind. When you wake up to a loving, peaceful and happy home, seeing your children, wife or husband happy. When you are able to feed yourself and others, having enough money in your bank account. Thank God, be grateful for these things. Don't g

Dear Diary, I realized that to have my peace, to be happy, to be myself, I just needed to do my own thing. I needed to do my own thing to be real, I needed to start my own business, I needed to focus on myself and just build myself. Doing someone else thing means being fired or sacked from work someday, doing someone else thing won't let me be my real self or have an opinion or have a voice. Doing someone else thing means I might be suspended someday for going wrong and I go back home with nothing. If you want peace and happiness, do your own thing. If you wish to have a purpose or know your calling, do your own thing. If you want to have a voice and not get bullied to shutdown, do your own thing. Oftentimes, we succumb to fears, to bullies because we fail to stand up for ourselves. Do your own thing sweetheart, no one will make you broken someday. Focus on yourself, build a brand out of you. Own your happiness. Create things for yourself. Never be totally dependent on anyone,

Dear Diary, Waking up today to hear the birds of the air sing is a wonderful feeling. Getting up refreshed, doing my chores are those little things I should be thankful for. I am grateful for life and all good things. I am grateful for my quotes that kept me going all the way. Here it goes; Everyday, each passing day, be grateful for life.  Everyday, each passing day, put a smile on someone's face. Be consistent at the little good things you do. Be creative with the little things you have. Do something with your hands. Use your skills, talent, gift, knowledge for something good. Use your space for something good. Don't wait for others to do things for you. Create something.   Love your work with your whole heart, do it with your whole heart. If you don't love it, go for what you love. Some laters may never come. Do things now! We only live once, but while we live, let's take life one day at a time. I expected so much from life and everyone rather

Dear Diary, Amidst the trials of times. Amidst the thorns of life. Amidst the flooding rivers of hopelessness. Amidst the oppression from the powerful and the cries of the powerless. Amidst the sadness, bitterness that life offers everyone at it's time. Let's write. Let's read. Let's keep our diaries. Let's live one day at a time. Soon, I embraced the gift of the day. The good, the bad, the worst, the best, the ugly. I embraced them all. All was life. All was process. You can't have rain without the sun first shinning. You can't have morning without the night before. You must fail to succeed. You must experience life to tell tales and stories. You must be treated badly to know what is better. You must fall to stand up stronger. All is life. Relax. Enjoy every moment while it last. Someday you will look back and have a great laugh. All is process. Those days, I felt so sad. I thought everything was over for me. My life was the last. Pains and lacks held

Dear Diary, I am always thankful I didn't get married early. At twenties, I was yet to discover myself. I didn't have a purpose neither did I have a secured job or business. I am always grateful I went to school and I graduated. I did my best, I had an excellent performances. Twenties are my years of self discovery. I wouldn't like getting married now, my life would be so complicated and difficult. I want to wait a little and discover God's purpose for my life. I want to read good books, have wonderful memories, travel, have fun, go to school, start a business then get married when I want to, so I have wonderful things or stories to tell my children. I don't want to be and live in some form of a cage, getting stuck all my life. I want to be happy. I want to be really happy. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

Dear Diary, Today, I am grateful for life and for all good things. Do you know the one thing I regret? I regret that I never knew online diary writing early. The ones I did in time past, I didn't keep to it. I wrote in books. It is a wonderful feeling coming here to write. I feel relieved, I feel peace and I find comfort here. I wished I had known online diary writing when I had those dark days and when my father was unkind to me. But all the same, I thank God for everything. Now I write daily. I am not in a rushing game. I do little good things everyday and I am consistent at it. Life has taught me many things, the most important is treasuring little things. Little things could grow to bigger, powerful things. Anything you do continuously becomes a habit, then a behaviour and a way of life. Little things matters. I had always wanted to write. At an early age, I had no wish of waking up to write a book. Writing a book is one thing, selling and getting people buy your book is an

Dear Diary, Today is Africa's Day and I wish all African countries the best of it. I am grateful for this day. For life and all good things. Just as normal as any other day, I did my chores. Then went to the saloon to make my hair. I sat for many hours, I was not attended to. The woman in charge abandoned me who came first to make another woman's hair who came many hours away after I came and was already seated. I vexed, I left the saloon for some other saloon. I love myself so much to be used and taken for granted. I am patient. My patience level has a limit. When it gets to the zero limit, I don't tolerate shit any more. I move on. Of recent, I have been wondering how my husband will look like. A typical African man, dark. I really do love dark men especially when they are tall and huge. Playful, caring, loving. He must be learned in taking care of a woman and loving. He must be a chronic gentleman. He must also be good in bed, like really good. 40 seconds man is not

Dear Diary, When you see that man called Jesus and His father (God) tell Him that I love Him and that He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He is the best man I have ever known and met. The only man who could make something out of nothing, beauty out of pains and something useful out of a dirt. He gives grace to the humble and made the mighty fallen. When you see Him greet Him for me. Tell Him that I will forever be grateful to Him and all my generation will bow to His reign. He changed my life for good. He gave me peace which flows like a river in my heart. He made my stormy days over and my days of afflictions He made it short. After the one year service to my country, I would be furthering my studies. I loved school. I had always wanted going to school. I found solace in school. So, I would be going back to do my Masters program. I had a B.Ed(Eng.) Also a certified Teacher. It is about time I become a Master. I won't change my field. I still go for Education, an

Dear Diary, I come with so much to tell. I will tell you everything as I am your faithful girlfriend. Growing up, I had trust issues. I barely trusted my parents, so I couldn't trust anyone. I grew up to see the mess my father's bad friends and company brought us into. My father had many frienemies, not friends. They laughed, smiled, ate with him, squandered his money, but said badly of him at his absence. His friends never loved him, he was only used. His frienemies made decisions for him in his own home. My father never took my mother's advice. He said my mother was an illiterate. So, he clinged to his friends. He wasted half of his wealth on his friends and their dubious lives. My father's weakness was trusting people so much and giving his whole life to them. He never loved us, he gave all his love to strangers and neglected his family. They used him, they blackmailed him, they abused him, they messed him up. We as his family were part of the whole mess. This wa

Dear Diary, Do you know that some parents would grow old and not know their children? They may know their negative and bad behaviours, but not their capabilities. I doubted every day if my parents had known me fully. No bond, no love ties that kept us together. I was just there. A lonely thing. I didn't even have good friends, probably because I wasn't good myself or I couldn't sustain the relationship. I heard my father asked of my name each time he was given a form to fill in my school. He didn't even know my name. He never attended my school meetings nor participated in the activities of my life. He doubted my capabilities. Everything I was able to do. He degraded me and he always made me feel useless. They saw me as that innocent virgin girl. They never knew I had been in one bad relationship, going to the second. The second was a good man who loved me so much. I was scared. I feared alot. I was scared of getting pregnant and my father packing me out of his hous

Hi Elizabeth I write a letter to you telling you how life at twenty four is really like and it lessons. Life at mid twenties is very ambitious. Sometimes, you believe in yourself, other times you loose hope and just want to give up. Life at twenty is sometimes shitty and filled with so much mood swings. You are happy at a moment. The next moment, you are sad and want to hang yourself. At 24, God is everything. I never knew God was powerful until I went through some dark days. Friends left me, He stood by my side, guiding me each passing day, one day at a time. You won't have everything, that's okay. Contentment is everything. Greed keeps you in wants, contentment gives you the joy and happiness greed couldn't. It's okay to lack. It's definitely not the end. Tomorrow will come. Love is everything. If you can't love, you are a walking corpse. Love makes pains less. Love heals. Love restores. I gave myself to love and my life changed for good. I had l

Dear Diary Dear Diary, please allow me take a moment to thank God for He is the giver of all good things and to every good thing He had made, He added no sorrow to it. I found a friend in Him, He gives me so much joy and peace which flows like a river in my heart. I survived, I lived, I overcame through Him and everything in me and around me breath of Him and His grace. God over all things. Today, I am grateful for life. I am grateful that the ban that was placed on churches has been lifted. Today, I was in His presence dancing and jubiliating for keeping us all alive in times of COVID-19. I should be grateful more for a colleague of mine whose wedding would be coming up soon. Beautiful, innocent and a nice girl and I pray God blesses and gives her a good, happy, loving home and marriage. I love weddings, especially the moment the Priest or Pastor says, “....You may now kiss your bride." The innocent girl in me will make me close my eyes. Marriage is a thing of joy, especially

Dear Diary First dear diary, I still don't understand why people are ashamed of telling or accepting their stories. I can't understand why people still live in the past and can't accept their past and move on. Once, I was also ashamed until I discovered that everything is a story. I accepted my past, I accepted my story, I moved on and I write on these things. I remember in 2014 when I started sharing my stories on Facebook, people shut me up. I remember complaining of the parenting style in Africa and I was called a disrespectful child. Truly, I am here to write everything. I had said when I get a pen, when I survived, when I am strong, when my world is calm, when the storms are over, I will write everything. For those times I wasn't allowed to speak up. For those times that speaking up was equivalent to insult. For those times I wasn't allowed to express myself. For those times I had lived in a caged, not a home. For those times I depended on a man and he used

Dear Diary I want to tell you a story of a girl who had everything, except love. I had known that love was beautiful. But, only a few had it. Those who were raised in love were true love and they alone knew what love was. Born in tropical West Africa, Nigeria. A daughter of strict and religious parents. Not just strict, more than the word strict. I grew up feeling unloved, rejected and abused. I was never my mother's favorite. The more I tried loving her, the more she hated me most. She criticised, judged so much. This attitude of hers made me feel so empty. Even when I was given everything, I had felt empty. I was emotionally, physically and financially abused. I never had parental love. The only thing they could remind me of every morning was that I was been fed by them, I was been sheltered and clothed by them. My father oftentimes yelled at me like I was an enemy. He never loved us, so I was struggling with two issues. Abuse from my father and hate from my mother. They ne

Dear Diary Dear diary, it is such an early morning writing this and such demands that I thank God for life. I am grateful for all good things, for all good things comes from Him and by His power He made all things possible. I am grateful to God for this day. Dear diary, I come to you again like a child who needs the warmth and comfort of her mother. I hope we grow together as I write everything, one day at a time. Lets grow together in happiness, joy, peace, sorrow, pains and frustrations. I won't leave you alone, for after God, here is my comfort. In the next ten years, I still want to come in here and write. The wonderful memories, the growth, the process, the pains, the goodness, the kindness and everything life has to offer me. You are my boyfriend and I want a long relationship with you. I will be committed, I hope you will too. I will be faithful. Every girl's dreams is to look good, eat well, get laid properly and be the best woman she could ever be. During rainy se

I found comfort in this song, THE PRAYER by Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli during those hard times. Each lyrics of the song was a comfort to me and still is especially in this time of uncertainty. I love this song. It heals. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

Dear Diary, I am so sorry for disturbing. I really want to pen down everything as thoughts keep flowing. I hope you endure with me as I write everything one day at a time. Dear diary, I would love to have a website. Since, I am an Educationist and a Writer, I want to make use of technology. I want to be an online Teacher, teaching through diaries and blogs. I want to inspire people around me, in my community and my world. Soon, I discovered that I enjoy writing and the wonderful feelings that goes with it. I love my privacy, especially on Blogger. I think this is a safe place for anyone to write. No competitions, no comparison, no criticism. It is only me, my computer and my space. Here is peace, confidence and truth. While on Facebook, I got a lot of criticism and people who never shared my mindset judging me. Here is sanity. I will always choose Blogger anytime, any day. I love expressing myself and this affords me the opportunity to do that. Here is safe. No one uses anything ag

Dear Diary, Today, I am just confused. Confused of what decisions to make and which way to go. I want to choose between getting married and the religious life (becoming a Nun). But, I am so scared. I don't want to get married, then have a failed marriage and a broken home or go into the Convent, then leave later. I want to stay forever in the direction I chose. I want a place that will be good for me. I truly want happiness. I don't want to get stuck in a place I won't find happiness or regret all my life. I don't want to cry and regret all my life for the decisions I made years ago. Now that I am in my 20s and still young, I want to make good decisions. I am done with school and I am thinking of what next. Sometimes, I wish to get a job for myself or start a business that can give me money. I had said long ago that I don't want to depend on anyone anymore. My mother totally dependency on my father made us loose our life. We depended on him for money and every d

I learnt this sometime ago, I hope you learn too. If you are always complaining, blaming, picking faults, giving excuses. Soon, your life would be full of blames, fault and excuses. I took responsibility for my life. My happiness was in my hands. I didn't put this on anyone else. It was my sole responsibility to make myself happy, to love myself first. Then, I had blamed people for being the reason for my sadness, bitterness and unhappiness. I was crying of abuse and had a victim mentality, until I stopped, as blaming never changed anything. Soon, I realized that this people were not my problem. I was my own problem. My happiness and freedom were in my hands. When I knew that, my life changed for good. Blaming does not change anything, it only stops us from taking necessary actions. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

I have so much to thank God for. I can't tell all His goodness, I could write a whole book from it. If I tell it all, it will be a story for another day and a day after the next. My life is truly a story to tell. God saved me and healed me from the trauma of my mother's bad marriage. I am a child of a terrible marriage. I never wanted marriage at an early age, but I had thought of choosing between marriage and the religious life. Many times, I had thought of the religious life. I was totally bruised and broken for any man. I accepted God and He loved me unconditionally, He gave me the fatherly love I never had and He healed me one day at a time. The tales of a bad marriage and it trauma is not a nice story to tell. But, I thank God everyday because he saw me through it all. And I became a survivor. The story of a bad and unhappy marriage is not a nice story to write about. Let's keep it for another day, for some stories are hard to tell. While we are alive, let's take

Part of me feels peace. A peace that flows like a river in my soul. Now, I am the happiest person so far. Few days ago, I had quit Facebook and I have got the peace of mind I ever craved for. No competitions, no frequent checking of phone, no reading of depressing stuff or some sub posts and writings. I have totally been set free. Free from my Facebook addictions. Free from social media that was draining me. Now, I sleep well, I eat well and I have enough time for myself. The stress and anxiety is gone. I can truly be myself without seeking anyone's validations. I can truly have a life without making it public. I love myself more than ever. I love every moment of the days. I write my diaries and journal every morning and before going to bed. Now, I have enough time to say my prayers. I am grateful for this day and the better days to come. Let's be grateful one day at a time. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

Love is the only thing that can heal the world. Love is the only thing I have for the world. An unconditional love to everyone. Some time ago, I caved out twenty four circles words of love out of a cardboard. For me, this is what love is all about. 🖋️ Love is peace       Love is calm       Love is pure bliss       Love is timeless       Love is patient       Love is happy       Love gives       Love is loyal       Love saves       Love admires       Love restores       Love moves       Love is a feeling       Love cares       Love is beauty in pains       Love blesses       Love is kind       Love is gentle       Love is beautiful       Love smiles       Love is friendly       Love is free       Love is wonderful       Love is good Elizabeth Diaries ❤️      

Everyday, each passing day, be grateful for life.  Everyday, each passing day, put a smile on someone's face.❤️  I am grateful for being alive today, though I am not in a good frame of mind this morning. I woke up to a bright new day, after my morning duties, I picked up my phone and scrolled through it to read News. I read a particular News which made me cry like a baby. A News about how a Catholic Priest in Zambia slept with a married woman and the married woman died during the process. He was suspended. News like this makes me sad to how unkind and mean people are, especially the religious. Major issues like this should be handled with care and love. It shouldn't make headline News or read by the world. Such News can make anyone go crazy, depressed and commit suicide. You know, life experiences taught me to be more loving, less judging and more forgiving. I stopped judging people unnecessarily because I knew I am human with flaws and mistakes. And very faulty. I am hum

Everyday, each passing day, be grateful for life.❤️ This evening, my heart is glad and so full of joy. I had a good day beginning from the early hours of the morning and until now. I woke up early, started my day with praying the rosary, then moved on to do house duties. I washed dishes and made sure everywhere was clean. At moon, I took a walk to the market to get some fruit. I journaled and rested. That's was all about today and I thank God for life, praying for a better tomorrow. I am grateful for seeing my lost phone. Last week, I kept my phone somewhere and I couldn't find it. I searched and looked for it to no avail. I never had hope of seeing the phone again. Later on after searching and being tired, I relaxed and accepted my fate of getting a new phone. Not quite long, I saw the phone again.  

Live, love, be happy.❤️ Years ago, happiness was far beyond me, until I started living. I loved my whole being. I accepted my flaws, mistakes and imperfections. I accepted it all with both hands. I forgave myself for not loving myself enough, then when I started living, I was happy with myself. I was happy for who I was irrespective of people's opinions or what they all have to say. I first made myself happy because if I don't, no one else will. I took good care of myself. I was contented with the little I had while praying to God to add some more. I believed in myself, I built myself, I encouraged myself.

At an early age, I had known contentment. I had known greed and it consequences, so I cut my coat according to my cloth. I did things my age. I acted my age. Contentment gave me the joy and happiness I couldn't get from greed. Greed kept me in debt to keep buying what I never needed, what I never used. I embraced contentment, it saved me from debt. A much deeper debt that could get me into crimes. I could wear one cloth until I had enough money to buy another. I wore one shoe and I was comfortable in it. I warned my eyes early enough to stop envying my neighbor's property. I do admire them, then that was it. I only got what I needed because I knew how debt and greed can turn one's life around. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

I want to wake up to a loving home, a happy family. I want to be the best wife and best mother to my children. Someday, I want my grandchildren to write that I was a great woman. I want to wake up to a good loving husband who treats me right, making tasty meals for him and our children. I want to be a happy woman. I want to take responsibility for my life, not to be slave again to fear and abuse. I want to smile and laugh wide enough while stretching my hands over to help someone in need. I don't want to be selfish. I want to care. I want to be desired by many. I want nations to read me and the many stories I have to tell. I want to be good in all angles. A career woman, the best mother and a good wife. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

Be consistent at the little good things you do. Be creative with the little things you have. Start small, you may not have it mighty. Since 2015, I have been consistent at writing. From using Blogger to Facebooking. I try to solve the little problems of people around and in my community through my writings. I love writing and I won't stop anytime soon. Through writing I had a voice, I had my space, I said my mind and I discovered those skills hidden inside of me. Through writing I belong, I inspire, I teach, I motivate. Through writing I survived and had my being. Through writing I left my country to some other country. I got a lot of positive energies through writing positive things. Let's write one day at a time. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

While in school, a Teacher once said: You may have a failed marriage. Your husband might leave you for another woman. You move on. It's nobody's fault or blame. Everything may fall apart and collapse. Your education forever stays with you. You carry your brain everyway you go. Your minds and ideas should be rich. Education is the greatest empowerment of any woman. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

A book like, “Think Big and Gifted Hands" by Ben Carson is a great book everyone young person should have handy. It tells a story of a young boy(Ben Carson) who overcame a difficult childhood and became a renowned Doctor in a certain hospital. It exposes the fact that all dreams are real and can be achievable. During those times, I read these books a lot of times. Especially those times I thought I was incapable. Especially those times my fears stared at me in the eyes. I got strength from reading these books. These books are really inspirations and I am happy these books made a part of my library. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

Tell your friend to tell a friend that love is real and it comes in due season. Just like any other thing, it has it time too. Love is perfect, it sees no wrong or fault. Wait for your time for there is time for everything. Be single, find yourself, discover who you are, heal from past hurt, love yourself first. Your love is on it way. Don't try to force it. Don't beg to be loved. You are special, unique and wonderfully created, love will find you soon. Get a pen if you can, be single and enjoy life while it last. Explore the wonders of nature. Let love finds you doing something. Let love finds you being busy with your life. Love yourself first, for it is through loving ourselves that we can love others. Let's love one day at a time. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

We live, one day at a time. We survive, one day at a time. We impact, one day at a time. We overcome, one day at a time. We learn, one day at a time. We adapt, one day at a time. We breath, one day at a time. We touch lives, one day at a time. We teach, one day at a time. We write, one day at a time. We do things, one day at a time. Do things now! Some laters may never come. We only live once, but while we live, let's live life, one day at a time. Elizabeth Diaries ❤️

I have so much to be thankful for. For life, for love, for kindness, for endurance and the breathe I take one day at a time. If I should start listing the things I am grateful for, Blogger and Google won't contain it all. It will be a story for another day and a day after the next. I am grateful for the good people I embraced and the bad side of life I experienced which serves as a lesson to me. I am grateful for the good times people showed love to me. I am grateful for the family I have. I am always happy that I went to school. Not just for my parents, but first for me. Without education, I wouldn't be here. Without education I wouldn't even be able to construct sentences or even have a voice. I am grateful that I am a Teacher. I am grateful for the little things life gave to me and the big ones still. I am grateful that during those difficult times I called on God and He never left me. Everyday and each passing day I am always grateful to Him because He gave me the sw