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THE MOROCCAN LOVE POT: Couscous

" Can I call you on Saturday ?", he asked. That sounded like a good idea that no matter what, I had no tangible reason to turn it down — it's the weekend! This was the first time I actually got an open invitation to a Moroccan home to taste Moroccan cuisine, home-prepared  with lots of love.  (who doesn't love some  " home cho "? ) . I thought to myself that it was a good opportunity for me to immerse myself in the culture, at the very least reveling in it. It's  11 o'clock in the morning,  I'm still in bed half-awake when the call from an unknown number came through. I figured it might be Marwan since I hardly receive phone calls from my number. This was not far from truth as the person at the other end of the phone bellowed " weeeesh ". " Oh yeah what's up ? How's it going ? You already had breakfast ? " Breakfast you said?  I don't recall the very last time I made time to eat a hearty breakfast; It's just...

The Beauty Of Misfortune

BEAUTY IN MISFORTUNE
Many a time 🕐, life hits us  very hard in the face and feel all hope is gone. We go through certain circumstances, Mostly unforeseen, that makes us doubt our worth in this existence. Anyone here who has never encountered a misfortune? How was the feeling? Misfortune knocks on our door 🚪 each and every day but what have we to do or say?

Misfortune could be any unfortunate condition or events, bad luck, generally something and please send or unlucky that happens to someone.

However, not all misfortunes at unfortunate.  Just as every cloud🌥 has a silver lining, ever misfortune they say is a blessing in disguise.(Chinese idiom) They are very tricky to spot at times and even more difficult to accept but the factors  is that some of these worst experience in our lives and blessings that change our lives for the better.  If we can find a strained with been to see our misfortunes as opportunities we can open the door 🚪 into possibility of greatness.


We dream of getting ideal jobs but life throws the harsh reality into our faces and we are heartbroken 😭. Bear in mind that as one door 🚪 shuts another door 🚪 opens what is your precious self to the limits tell you lay your hands on the dream job only to realise you are opening a Pandora's box ? Sometime at your new job you will enjoy 😊 it and all that is Sweetside— it's a bittersweet experience. Occupational hazards are real . You lose a  limb or both. What's the doing job then? We do tend to curse asked us when we miss our flights even if it's for a save.

More often than not we realise our best isn't enough. We are not good 😊 enough to do or accomplish certain things. We believe in our talents, the more talented we are the less effort we are likely to put into our work when in reality, hard work 😓 and perseverance pays off. You know , curiosity didn't kill the cat 🐈; complacency will kill him. Personally, failure has a two-word meaning : TRY AGAIN. It's always a lesson you should heed; TRY AGAIN. If at first, you don't succeed —TRY AGAIN. There perseverance comes into the picture. And one ☝️ more thing is that you need learn to do your own dance and dance 💃 to the tune of your own music 🎶 .

You failed and SO WHAT? Remember you are not the first nor the last to do so . It's about picking yourself up from the ashes and starting from scratch to perfect 👌🏾 your mistakes. We shouldn't fear to fail. 


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