The scenery moon!

Today, during the day of amusement and serenity,

With you, my angel and jewel of my soul,

You manifest the power and divinity of thy love,

And the day is your birthday!!

To love and give my love to you is what I owe,

Your beauty and charming smile best suits you,

The precious gems and value gold – may not shower like rain,

Since I am a poor boy but I value you the most.

For you to be free from illness and live prosperous life

Is what I pray for you, my sweetheart!

Crossing skye!

The prettiness of cheery moon,

Is the merit of the sky and you - my life!

And please gorgeous moon please!

Remain always there serenely.

Or else I will be saddest person this Earth.

My eyes won’t stop to shed ocean of tears.

In the world of uncertainty life,

With you, my dear feeling the merit,

Disappearance of thy presence,

Shall distinguish me worthless!

It's not the end of Road

No matter how sensitive and conflict-ridden the consequences, failure in exams don’t spell the end of the road in a student's life. Success is not destiny. Failure is not fatal.  Evaluation is an important part of an education system, and failing is a part of it.

Failures at times can bring about an attitudinal change in life. Many students try to change their ways after they experience failure. The guilt of letting the parents and teachers down brings about a major change in their personality.

Exams are benchmark for judging a student. It is true that failure is not the end of the world but teachers are the ones who have made the student believe in this. The student cannot escape this pressure because the entire education system is geared around exams.

When failure isn’t expected, students get severely tensed and devastated.

When we fall short, experience a setback, or things just don’t go our way, we have two choices: give – up or regroup. One of the biggest problems with failure is when we think it means something to our worth or our value. If we can frame failure differently instead see it as an opportunity to learn and grow, then it stops being a source of self – criticism and self-doubt, and becomes a tool for self- improvement. And we can do it.  

CST, College of Science and Technology is only college in the country that offers various engineering degree courses. When it produces maximum engineers for it is sure the quality isn’t compromise. For that matter failure is guaranteed. 

Is it Genuine? II

This is my second email from same country. Ms. Juliana Kelvin from Senegal commented on my post in pureblogger.com and I emailed her as:

Thank you for your message on pureblogger!!

Tell me more about you!!

Hope to hear from u more!!

Sangay

Juliana Kelvin

Bhutan

Her reply was curious and alarming!

Juliana Kelvin

My Dearest One,

I am more than happy in your urgent email to my email. How was your day today? Mine a little cold over here in Dakar Senegal. My name is Juliana Kelvin (24) single and never married, I am from Rwanda in Central Africa and presently I am residing in the camp here in Dakar Senegal as a result of the civil war that was fought in my country some years ago.

My late father Dr Jack Kelvin was chairman managing  director ( JACKSON INDUSTRIAL COMPANY LTD) in KIGALI the capital of my Country, and he was also the personal adviser to our former head of state before the rebels attacked our house one early morning and killed him  with my mother in cold blood.
It's only me that is alive now and I managed to make my way to a West African country Senegal where i am living now as a refugee.

My day is very boring over here in Dakar Senegal. ln this camp we find it hard to go out because we are not allowed to do so, it’s just like one staying in the prison and l hope by God's grace l will come out here soon. I don't have any relatives now that i can go to, all my relatives ran away in the middle of the war the only person I have now is Rev.Patrick who is the Reverend pastor of the
(Christ the king of Churches) here in the camp he has been very good  to me since l came here but l am not living with him rather  l am living in the women hostel because the camp have  two hostels one for men the other for women.

As a refugee here I don't have any right or privilege to anything be it money or whatever because it is against the law of this country. I want to go back to my studies because i only attended my first year before the tragic incident that lead to my being in this situation now took place. Honey, please l would like you to know that l have my late father's statement of account and death certificate here with me which l will like to send to you to assist me, because when he was alive he deposited some amount of money in the Bank which he used my name as the next of kin.

The amount in question is $4.5(Four Million Five Hundred Thousand US Dollars).
So l will like you to assist me transfer this money to your account and also assist me to get my traveling documents and air ticket to come over to meet with you in your country as soon as the bank transfer the money to your account. I can't withdraw the money myself due to my refugee statues here in this country which does not permit me to, I want you to send me your contact or you can reach me true this telephone number( +221-768-641-696) please this telephone number belongs to the reverend father that is in charge of this church here in the camp, please call me by 9am till 6pm London GMT time that is our free time over here in the camp, if you call please tell the reverend that you want to speak with me so that he will send for me to come and answer your call.

Darling, Please call or send me your information such as your

Names ..................................
Age  .....................................
Address or county ................................
Telephone ................................
Occupation,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

I have got in touch with the bank  and made them to know about my plans to withdraw this money, l also got them aware of the death of my father and they have acknowledged it with all their confirmation. However, they advise me to get in touch with a very responsible person who will stand on my behalf and my trustee as regards to this money since l am presently of refugee status over here and wouldn't be permitted to handle this amount of money, they also let me know about the bond which they signed with my father that they money will be handled to me in bulk amount which means that l should decide on if l should continue with the bank or not.

I just have to let you know about this so that you can assist me to be my trustee on this money. like l said l want you to call me.l kept this secret to people in the camp here the only person that knows about it is the Reverend because he is like a father to me. Have a nice time and think about me. l hope to hear from you soonest. l love you.

Yours for ever in love
Juliana Kelvin 

Then I closed the chapter and there was no more email from her too!

Is it Genuine? I

Is it genuine? Are these people really suffering? Or somebody is trying to cheat someone? Those people have same grievances. Usually they comment on profile and posts of social networks like purelogger.com, nopkin.com etc with their email id. They asked us to reply to the mention email id and to my dismay the reasons for their sufferings are all same.

I have written her reply to my post on pureblogger.com.

I am Sangay that was on pureblogger.com 

Nice to know that you are and doing well!

Ask me more!! I think I don’t how what to share!!

M fine 

Sangay 

Bhutan

And this is her reply.

Photo that she has emailed me!

Hello Dear,

I am very happy to receive your reply

Like I said before my name is Cynthia, 23yrs old, single and never married. I believe that it is important we get to know each other better for trust and confidence which is necessary in any good and lasting relationship built on truth and real love.

I love reading and spots and like to visit parks and garden to be close to nature. I love children too and will like to have many children when I get married. I am from Sudan and I am presently staying in a refugee camp here in Senegal .

I came here because my parents died and our region is not safe at all because of the rebel soldiers who are rapping women everyday and I escaped through the help of the UNICEF and Red Cross and I am now registered with the united nation high commission for refugee.

And I replied to her!

Thank you so much for having introduced urself and it is indeed great to know that you are single and never married!!.. I think you are fresh as ever and bloom like rose to love your dear one. 

I write something that I think and I have my personal blog http://sangaycholdenduba.blogspot.com/ 

I have my details here and hope u won’t mind to go through.. 

You are beautiful and seems sexy.. I like it friend.. 

Thank you

Sangay

This is her reply again!

Dearest one
am happy to read from you once again. I hope you received my pictures.  In this Refugee camp we  can only go out on permission of the camp master Reverend Gabriel Hezekiah who am using his office computer to send you emails,  and it’s like one staying in the prison because you do not have freedom of your own. I hope by Gods grace I will come out of here soon if everything works out well between me and you together. I will like to come over to your country and start a new life and go back to school.

I don't have any relatives now whom I can go to because they all ran away in the middle of the war in my country. The only person I have now is (Rev.Gabriel Hezekiah) who is  in charge of the camp welfare. I stay in the women's hostel because the camps have two hostels and you can reach me on the telephone through this number (+221=773461660). If you call just tell Reverend Gabriel that you want to speak with me, he will send for me in the hostel to come and answer your call,  As a refugee here i don't have any right or privilege to work or engage in any business or financial  matters,  be it money or whatever because it is against the law of this country.

I think the little I have known about you gives me confidence now to give you more information about me with the hope that you will truly help me as promised.  I have my late father's bank account papers  here with me which i will send to you later if you are ready and capable to help me as a trustee to claim the money because the bank has given me a condition to release the money to me as the legal next of kin. When my father was alive he deposited some amount of money in a bank in Scotland and he used my name as the next of kin. The amount is $5.7(Five Million Seven Hundred Thousand US Dollars).So i will like you to help me transfer this money to your account and from it you will send some money for me to get my traveling documents and air ticket to come over to meet with you. I will give all the necessary information about the money and will introduce directly to the bank manager for discussion because the manager is waiting for me now to present my trustee so that they release this money for me.

I am expecting your response and call.

Thanks,
Cynthia +221=7734 61660

Then I stopped replying her!

Plant's Trauma

I rejoice greatly in the environment, for having them encircle us and make us have a wonderful passage about new life. Their suffering and death for the benefit of mankind are incredible.

It is wonderful to see how the plants grow. From the little, cute, heart-shaped seed to the serene, germinating plant that reaches for the sun and creates an environment conducive to romance. Romance for the benefit of ourselves, and we'll be indifferent if they are stepped on and crushed. And as I see the plants not being cared for, I think of them speaking, trying to tell us what we must know.

I am helpless. I can’t speak to defend you. I bloom to beautify thy surroundings. I don’t care what I look like, but you chose me to be here. You watered me when I was young and energetic. You touched me when I was fresh. You sniffed my leaves when it was able to dance to the rhythm of wind that was not frequent. I was overwhelmed when you were happy for me to see me come into buds. And I was overexcited when your little son was smiling when I was decorated with five beautiful little red flowers.

It was my fifth day after I came into the flowering plant. I was lonely from the beginning. I did not have friends to share my smile with or to wave at, especially when you treated me like I was yours as always. But what happened now?

Your little son offers fewer smiles. You never touch and sniff me; instead, you have started giving me less water. I am suffering. I don’t have the strength to hold my leaves. My bark is darkening day by day. My head can’t hold its position. It is under compulsion to bend to see how dry my soil is. Please help me, my lord. Let me live more and have the dignity to be old and taken care of.

The day is uncertain for me when I’ll bear the greatest trauma of no soil to support my roots and no water to support my old leaves, and I’ll be abandoned forever.

Let me face the dignity of returning to where I was grown. Let me give my body parts to future coming plants so that they can grow easily to benefit you as I have done. To let you keep touching and sniffing me. To let your little son constantly smile.