Self worth

In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question:

'What kind of man are you looking for?'

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye asking;
'Do you really want to know?'

Reluctantly, he said, 'Yes.

She began to expound,
As a woman in this day and age,
I am in a position to ask a man what can you do for me that I can't do for myself?

I pay my own bills.
I take care of my household without the help of any man...
or woman for that matter.

I am in the position to ask, 'What can you bring to the table?'

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought and stated;
I am not referring to money.
I need something more.
I need a man who is striving for excellence in every aspect of life.

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms,  asked her to explain.

She said, 'I need someone who is striving for excellence mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man.

I need someone who is striving for excellence spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked...believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.

I need a man who is striving for excellence financially because I don't need a financial burden.

I need someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.

I need someone who has integrity in dealing with relationships. Lies and game-playing are not my idea of a strong man.

I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader, priest and provider to the lives entrusted to him by God.

I need someone whom I can respect... In order to be submissive, I must respect him.

I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy.

And by the way, I am not looking for him...He will find me.
He will recognize himself in me.
He may not be able to explain the connection, but he will always be drawn to me.
God made woman to be a help-mate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself.

When she finished her spill, she looked at him.

He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, 'You are asking a lot.

She replied, "I'm worth a lot".

Disclaimer: I did not write this, just thought it was worth sharing.

♥ Lara  from Incredible India

Giveaway winner

Miss Pweddyface is the lucky winner of Khaled Hosseini's book, the Kite Runner. Guess you got your birthday gift afterall. Congratulations, please email me your contact details.

Don't worry guys, I shall have more book give-aways.

I used the Random Number Generator based on the number of comments on the post.

 

♥ Lara  from Incredible India

Recent Read and Music

Recent Read
I have been too lazy to pick up a book lately, I really cannot even give a reason for this.


The Kite Runner
Khaled Hosseini is a master story-teller, if you have not read his books, please go read it. A Thousand Splendid Suns took my breath away. The Kite-Runner just made be love this man more. The Kite Runner is Khaled's first book and I just found out it has a movie, I must watch it

Synopsis
Khaled Hosseini's stunning debut novel The Kite Runner follows a young boy, Amir, as he faces the challenges that confront him on the path to manhood—testing friendships, finding love, cheating death, accepting faults, and gaining understanding. Living in Afghanistan in the 1960s, Amir enjoys a life of privilege that is shaped by his brotherly friendship with Hassan, his servant's son. Amir lives in constant want of his father's attention, feeling that he is a failure in his father's eyes. Hassan, on the other hand, seems to be able to do no wrong. Their friendship is a complex tapestry of love, loss, privilege, and shame.


Water
The novel is based upon Deepa Mehta's 2006 film, Water. Set in 1938, against the backdrop of Gandhi’s rise to power.

Synopsis
Water follows the life of eight-year-old Chuyia, abandoned at a widow’s ashram after the death of her elderly husband. There, she must live in penitence until her death. Unwilling to accept her fate, she becomes a catalyst for change in the widows’s lives. When her friend Kalyani, a beautiful widow-prostitute, falls in love with a young, upper-class Gandhian idealist, the forbidden affair boldly defies Hindu tradition and threatens to undermine the ashram’s delicate balance of power. This riveting look at the lives of widows in colonial India is ultimately a haunting and lyrical story of love, faith, and redemption.


Music
Aduke is a really talented singer, we all heard the subsidy song, 'Hear the voice'. Here is another one of the songs I found on Youtube, 'Made in Lagos'. She is surely one who would go places with the right management.

Blogoversary Giveaway
So I am having a give-away...giving out a copy of Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner 
All you have to do is follow the blog and comment on this post...watch this space for the lucky winner...


♥ Lara  from Incredible India

Holy cow

This can happen only in India.
It happened in the city of Chennai to be precise.
I guess the cow got tired of the sun and preferred to take a ride in the bus.

Somehow, I missed the anniversary of this blog in January. 5years no be beans oh.

♥ Lara  from Incredible India

Olubukola omo Akintola...Sun re o

You were supposed to come out of that room with your bundle of joy.

To show the world you have become a mother.

But as God would have it, that will be the last room you will see on this earth. 

I remember the days in the Barracks and Command, you were so full of life.

I go to you wall and I read all the nice words everyone had to say about you.

The last time I saw you was at Ikeja, when we went to write the CIPM Certification exam.

I remember our last chat, and you asking to come back to write the rest of the institute's exam.

I was happy when I saw your wedding pictures in Dec, sad I was not there to share your joy with you. 

Memories of those days in Unilag, Makama bida hall and the Faculty of Arts.

Our dreams for the future and how we were supposed to take over the HR world.

The news of your death or that of any one close to me was the last thing on my mind.

February took you away. The Leap day took you away.

2012 is to be your last year on earth.

Even though you are no longer a part of my future bubu. 

I am glad to have known and befriended you in my past.

You live, You loved and You were loved.

We love you but God loves you more.

Bukola omo Akintola...Sun re o.

♥ Lara  from Incredible India