I went to work late only to realise that I missed a staff meeting. There was a prayer session going on for Onika Bostic and a few other people.
After that, I went with a friend of mine to run an errand. Then we went back to school. The meeting for 12:30pm was cancelled and that means that I have to reach for 9am. STEUPS.
I got a drop from my friend home and that was my day.

At the end of my last post, my editor-in-chief said that the last line 'I hate this' doesnt make any sense.
What I was referring was the tragedies that have happened of late. I really hate that. I am trying not to let fear grip me as it has been for the past couple of weeks. I need have faith.
Life is a precious thing and I am not going to waste it.