CALL TO SERVICE

Its another call to service.

Her name is Ishola Badrat. She had an accident sometime around August last year and her left hand was broken, but she couldn't get a proper treatment since then due to financial difficulties. She tried local healers which only made it worse. Right now, the hand is infected and is badly swollen.

She was advised to go to Ladoke Akintola Univerdity of Technology Teaching Hosipital, Osogbo for medical examination, which she did. Now she needs at least 170,000 naira for the operation and other medical expenses like blood, drugs, bedding and so on.

All efforts made was able to. Raise 70,000 naira. That's progress.

I beg us to once again come to the aid of a desperately needy lady. Llet's think of how much we use in for our own entertainment. This is our own little service to humanity. May God bless you as head to the bank, or better still we could make e-transactions. If 20 people can drop 5000 naira each. This girls story might be history.

Please share this to people

Because she doesn't have the capacity to move around, her friend's account number is being used.

These are the bank details:

Account Name: Haleemot A.Ganiyu

Account Number: 1017326881

Bank sort Code: 254

Bank: Skye

"The likeness of those who spend their wealth in Allah's way is as the likeness of a grain which grows seven ears, in every ear a hundred grains. Allah gives increase manifold to whom He will. And Allah is All-Sufficient for His creatures' needs, the All-Knower." -Surah al-Baqarah, 261

"Blessed is he that considerth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies." - Psalm 41:1, 2

There is no loss for he who spends in charity.

She missed her first date for surgery due to lack of funds. You won't let that happen again, or would you?

Make a pledge to do something now and act fast. Please!

BROTHER

I have a brother,

I was born in the quiet of dawn,

My cry breaking the quiet.

He was born in the chaos of a bright, dark night,

A night lit by bombs of dark knights,

His cries drowned by louder cries,

While my cries drowned the other cries,

He grew in this chaos

I threw rocks as pranks,

He threw them at tanks.

My friends, who pranked at the wrong places, got shouted at,

His friends, who played at the wrong places got shot at,

He lived his everyday like my movie, action packed.

And as we hit puberty,

My dream was to ditch the rocks and be the cool boy on the block,

His dream was to ditch the rocks and own his glock,

To stalk, dock behind blocks, and hit them in flocks like 2010 Bangkok.

And as we grew hairs on our faces,

His war bore two faces.

It was against the uniformed thugs on the streets,

And nagging of family critics.

And one day,

Struggling like every other,

The thugs struck, and my brother hit the ground...

My brother hit the the ground,

Never to feel or hear any sound, anymore.

I had a brother

I loved my brother,

I wish he heard me,

And if he heard me,

I wish I could prove how much I love him.

My brother is from Palestine,

My brother is from Afghanistan,

My brother is from Iraq,

My brother is from Somalia,

I love my brother.

And even though distance seperates us,

Our love bridges the gap between us.

I have a sister...

...I had a sister...

Hey Barbie!

Hey barbie,

I'd love to have a word or two with you,

She said, "who do you think you are talking to?"

I said, "please barbie,

Don't treat me like a poor old cabbie,

I don't know what you call fresh, but my clothes ain't shabby.

Lemme get this over with before you think me creepy."

I asked her name and she answered 'Abby'.

Abby, I'd like to tell u a thing or two about 'barbieness',

And please don't take this with carelessness,

Cuz I'm not here due to idleness.

I said, "what do u think of all your plastic,

Do u think it makes you look fantastic?"

She asked me, "what do you mean by plastic?"

I mean your plastic hairs and lens,

Scary eyelashes and plastic nails.

She tried to speak, but her tongue felt nailed.

I said, "hold on, I haven't nailed it yet".

I said, "are your eyebrows naturally bare,

Or did you escape from a government research lair?"

I know this might sound offensive,

But I really don't know a better way to make this comprehensive.

I know you miss ur dolly friend,

Who back then, was there when there was no friend,

But years have gone by and you need to let go,

I mean, how would you get inspiration,

From a doll, in your mode of expression?

I mean a barbie is a creation from a person's imagination.

I mean, its like telling your Creator He is terrible in creation.

You say its an expression of your taste in fashion,

And making boys drool gives u satisfaction.

But seriously, this assault on their senses is making you look senseless.

And you think you have fans in guys with Henessey tendencies?

This is how they see you,

Like the cheap weed they buy in the corner,

Smoke you to pieces and dump your ashes in a corner.

Or Let me tell you something which should go well with common sense.

When a barbie becomes worthless,

It is thrown into the trash, recycled into trash bags,

And used to pack more trash.

As much as u look like a barbie,

I hope u don't end up like one.

Just know that we humans care about you,

Or at least what's left of you.

So please, stick to the real you, not plastic.

Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone provided by Airtel Nigeria.