Ever had one of those dialogues whereby you try to express to someone what’s going on with you and they kind of tell you how worse theirs is compared to you? Before you nod your head in agreement … you guilty of this too ... I do it, you do it, we all do it Alright now that you are pissed at me... please read on … That whole “yeah I hear you, but have you had so and so and mine is worse outlook on life” Where do we get the God complex that makes us feel like we are the only o

I come from a rich culture where, when one is getting married, elders or people that have been married before them, give them advice to live by. I was so privileged to have so many advice during mine, But there is still one that rings a bell in my head every now and then. It was delivered in a form of a story so Hopefully, I don’t bore your away One elder said; “ A man was ready to get married so he found himself a wife. He wanted to provide her with everything life had to of

In this present day and time where everyone’s is carrying the busy torch, we barely stop to ask the most fundamental question … Hey, how are you doing? Often in my day job, I have people who approach my desk and go straight to the point, “Hey Grace, can you do this ... or that …?” Majority of the time, I am swamped with lots of work and sometimes, all I wish is for someone to ask. “Hey Grace, how are you doing? If you are busy now, I can come back later...” Easier said when y

I work downtown Toronto during the day, I am usually commuting during rush hour both to work and from work. you can add me to the 99% of people joining the robotic dance of the rush game. you know, bobbing and weaving through people just so I can get to work on time. What I absolutely hated were slow pokes as I used to called them. People in front of me walking slowly or looking displaced.That 1% of people that i thought were either useless, purposeless and just... annoying!

Before you exit out of this blog post because you think I am finger pointing, please Please hear me out. I see a lot of post on social media platforms that goes like this... " I asked God to watch over me and I started losing friends"... or " I prayed God should protect me from my enemies and my number of friends decreased" ... you can add on to the likes of these kind of comment. I woke up this morning to a weird thought.. What if I was the one that needed to be uprooted fro

Art has always been a means of escape for me . Ever since I was young, I enjoyed painting for others and painting for myself. It gives me a sense of power that i feel cant be taken away from me unless i take it away from myself. Its my escape, my choice of drug, my means of communication and making a point , it is my voice and i will be heard through this mode . Through art , i hope to say that i cam e, i lived , i painted , i made a difference .. yours Paintfully, G the arti