2015

In March 2015 I made a few poor choices and ended up suspended from school, you add we although I made a poor choice my punishment was far too grave and so I was pained, I was hurt and very angry.

But in my pain I decided that I had to return to school way better than I left, there was no way I was staying home for an entire year and returning to school the same, so strong was my drive to make the most of my suspension I started taking fashion classes again and in a month I was making dresses, my father trying to help me got me a sewing machine and like that in the midst of a seemingly bad season I got the one thing I had desired all my life: a sewing machine and I learned to sew. If there's anything I have learned from my life it's that you can't stop God from blessing you, the blessing just don't care if it's meant to come to you it will come to you even in your low estate.

As though that was not enough I recalled to school before my suspension was over and took my exams over the summer of 2015 and by October 2015 I resumed my final year at school with my mates. And so continued my sewing journey, I'd continually document my dresses, my inspirations as time goes.

Love,
Yellow peppermint

Details.
Skirt and crop top: yellow peppermint
Sandals: My sister's

LETS START AT THE VERY BEGINNING

When you read you begin with ABC, when you sing you begin with Do, re, mi
And when you sew you begin with China White(insert laughing emoticon here)

Let's start at the actual beginning, right from when I was a child creating things always meant a lot to me, I excelled the most at creative writing, and then I was found decorating my house with paper or ribbon decorations, so it's no shock to many that I make dresses now or that I write, the shock however is the fact that I have a B.sc in economics and not mass communication or some other creativity inclined course.

I have a lot of sewing tales I remember mutilating a dress that was made for me because I wanted to make it look a certain way, I and then I saw high school Musical and loved this white dress Gabriella wore and decided I was going to make it for myself so little brave me picked up a China white fabric, and this fabric wasn't even mine it was for my sister's home economics practical but who cares anyway I had a dream an nothing was going to destroy my dream, I couldn't lay my hands on scissors so I used razor blade to cut the fabric (I feel you judging me), well after cutting I couldn't find a white thread and I couldn't ask my mommy (if it's you will you ask?) so I picked a blue thread I found and used blue thread to sew a white dress because I could have needless to say my experiment didn't turn out as I envisaged but I couldnt be deterred I moved right ahead to cutting my mommy's wrappers into dresses that just never turned out right.

I continued with my experiments until the summer after my first year in university when I decided to begin sewing classes, but my instructor was rude and I was(keyword:WAS) proud so I stopped attending after one week. Before you judge me she was always sending me on ridiculous errands like "go and buy me blade" "Go and buy lining" e.t.c and then I looked at the people she had been teaching for months they were clueless about sewing and she was always sending them to cook for her and stuff I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me I was going to graduate to cook all because I wanted to learn sewing, also she wasn't educated so her English was a mess and unfortunately I'm not really comfortable with poor English (I have stopped chatting with people on several occasions simply because they said "where do you base") so I with shoulders held high left the place and continued my second class sewing in my father's house.

And so it was, I continued with my hand sewing and hilarious cutting practice until 2015, the year everything changed.

Love,
Yellow peppermint

BEFORE THE MINERS INTERRUPTED

Almost two weeks ago I decided to begin blogging on this page again, you see the last time I was here I was an undergrad trying to find a safe spot for my inexperienced feet however right here now everything has changed I'm in a truly blissful season I'm running a growing women's ministry called the unspoken women, I'm making dresses under the name "Yellow peppermint" and I'm currently serving as well. Its my intention to use this blog to share my journey as a writer, a tailor, an economist and every other thing God graces me to do.

Now about the 'goldminers' they aren't really gold miners they are armed robbers they visited my house on the 23rd of February I call them gold miners as they kept asking for gold and diamond when they came. They made away with my laptop, prior to that day I had created two posts for this blog but then they disrupted my plans. My heart is broken over my lost laptop but my Anchor holds and I'm convinced that all is well that the dreams that the laptop carried will still be realized, like my friend Sintiki said to me yesterday "you wrote everything on that laptop you will get more inspiration out of you shall flow rivers of living waters" I'm strongly holding on to that word it's hard but God's got this.

Just incase you're wondering why a lost laptop should hurt thud much here's a clue I have spent the last two months putting together my first novel it was almost completed that evening and would have been sent to my cloud but I got tired and decided to sleep for a few hours and wake up to work but I was awaken rudely hours later by the gold miners.

Now the interruption is over I present to you a new and happier meshelemiah writes now called yellow peppermint. I hope you come back I hope you smile I hope you are inspired.

Love
Yellow peppermint.

I DARE TO DREAM

Yesterday afternoon a friend walked in on me taking my routine drugs and using my inhaler and for some reason she goes “why do you care for yourself so? Now innocent me who couldn’t understand what was being said to me responded “I don’t get you” she’s like “every other asthmatic person or persons with health conditions I know don’t care for themselves or take their pills like you do” without giving it any thought I responded “I have a dream” lol trust me I’m no martin Luther king but baby I do have a dream. Funny thing is I’ve never thought of it but my dream has always being an anchor when the storms of life is strongly against me and pain seems to come in torrents coming against me and it feels like I’m drowning. My dream has always been that anchor I hold on to with a death grip, when pain overwhelms me and the struggle gets real, I want to live out my dreams so I’ll take care of my body because I need my life to fulfill purpose, until the day God heals me I’ll take all the drugs I’m given not because I like them but because I have a dream and I need strength to live my dream.
 I want to write, not just blog and tell little stories, I want to write, write books that people who go through similar things can find comfort and know they are not alone in whatever it is they are going through, I want to write so everyone knows the about the God who loves me and they too and gave himself for us, I want to write about my love for God, and to write you need to be breathing so each time I feel the pain overwhelmingly my dream comes to mind and it makes me fight for my life. Severally I’ve had attacks and just lay down not trying to help myself out of the crises, tired of the seemingly endless pricks of needles, sometimes my sinuses get infected and the pain seems like I'd die, several times I'd lie on my sick bed and ask God to take me home to be with him and free from the pain However every time this happens I get a firm grip on my dream, my books unwritten and unpublished, stories within yet unshared. This dream gets the power over the pain and yes it gives me strength to fight, I fight for my dream and in the process of fighting for my dream I fight for my life.
 Here’s the thing I’ve learnt; we all should dare to dream regardless. sometimes your dream might be the anchor, the driving force, the wind breath you wings when things get overwhelming and there is seemingly nothing you can do. You dreams hope and aspirations and most of all your purpose could be you anchor. We all need something stronger than the pain to conquer the pain, your dream, your purpose is that something!!
Xoxo
Mish!

BECOMING

Rock bottom is where she’s come from
One careless act by a man, who knew no better,
And her life was turned away,
Years after that came the infirmity
In one fell swoop her health was taken away from her
Her physical strength left
There was no inner strength to tap into
The inner strength had been long gone
The physical had covered
And suddenly she was weak
Asthma wouldn’t allow her catch a breath
Sinusitis would trigger attacks
Her heart’s pain twisted her heart
Until it was like a metal hanger after kids on the streets are done playing with it
And nothing could be done
Routine drugs made her feel like a failure
Frequent check up made her feel defeated
And treatments left her traumatized
Some days she wanted it to be over
She wanted to go and be with Jesus
Far away from the pain
But this God’s princess loves to write
So write was all she did
God had placed so much in this his child
She had to share it all,
So when the pain became too much,
She’ll pray to be fine
When she wasn’t fine;
She’d ask for relief;
Just relief so she could write
So everyone could know about the God
The God who is her father,
Writing was her anchor in the storm
She held on to it with death’s grip
She needed life to write
And there was so much she had to write
So when the pain was too much she simply wrote
And when there was little relief she wrote
And when she was strong she wrote
Writing was her escape
Writing was where she found her strength
Now where is this God’s princess?
She’s miles away from rock bottom
Rebuilding with blocks of forgiveness
Forgiving those who called her frigid when she seemed unlovable;
Pain had tortured her emotions she was only learning to love again.
Forgiving those who didn’t understand and called her unserious
When she had to skip school and all; they had no idea what she was going through.
Forgiving those who walked out on her because she missed dates severally;
They didn’t know how unpredictable her life was
Forgiving those who had no idea why she had to cancel plans;
They didn’t understand she wasn’t just a natural plan stabber
Forgiving those who tagged her snobbish;
They couldn’t understand how pain had slit her throat left her unable to speak
Forgiving the young man who didn’t know any better and molested her;
He didn’t know any better he was a child of perdition
Forgiving the man who promised her cheese balls as a child but gave her his balls instead;
He was confused and tormented, he needed escape
Forgiving those who yelled because she didn’t wear a turtle neck and had an attack:
They have no idea that she doesn’t dictate the fragrance those around her wear
Forgetting that there is a lot she has no control over.
She’s forgiving because she’s growing
Growing today cannot happen with baggage from yesterday
She’s dropping the rots by forgiving
She’s living, learning loving, becoming and waiting
Living the life her God wants her to
Learning the complicated lessons in life
Loving the woman she’s becoming
Becoming everything God planned for his princess to be
And she’s waiting to see what the lord has planned
Because she knows he has good planned

AND TROUBLE CAME

In the beginning was the world
The world was God and the world was God
God looked at the world and it was beautiful
God made it perfect
Then trouble started
Trouble started when we decided to look less to the creator
And look more to the created
Trouble started when as mere men
We thought we could be God
Trouble started when we heard the word of God
But we edited it to suit our purpose
Trouble started when we decide to listen to the wrong voice
When we decided to bite into deception
Trouble started when we stopped walking the path God had mapped out for us
And began walking the path of another individual.
Trouble started when we decide to awaken love
Long before love should be awoken.
Trouble started when we thought we’d won
With the things we ought not to have done
Forgetting there’s time for everything, regrets included.
Trouble started when we started to live our lives
Based on what we saw as opposed to Gods truth.
Trouble started when we started to look at our lives
Through the eyes of other men.
Trouble started when we became ultimate over our lives
As opposed to the supreme one.

I FOUND YAHWEH

I found him,
Not in the expected of places
I found him,
In the piercing innocent eyes of a year old baby.
I found him,
In the gentle troubled gasps of a day old baby struggling for a chance at life.
I found him,
Not sitting in the front pew of a sacred building
I found him,
In the recovery room of the hospital surrounded by mourning relatives and dying patients
I found him,
In the eyes of a 28 year old young man sticking needles up his veins craving relief
I found him,
Not in the eloquent speech of Mr. Preacher man
I found him
In the mumble of words spoken by the uneducated man who sits on the corner of the street
I found him,
Not in the spirit filled prayer of the pastor
I found him,
In the gentle praying arms of grandmother
I found him,
In the little loving gifts of an uneducated grandfather
I found him,
Not on the crusade ground
I found him,
In the danfo bus seated between the thankful unemployed graduate and the smelly fufu seller and her kids
I found him,
Just like the prophet Elijah
I found him,
Not in the earthquake or fire
I found him,
In the gentle whispers
I found him,
In daily seemingly meaningless activities
Screaming with the loudest of whispers!!!!