The lady is a fertile field; a garden. A place where hunger will be quenched, a place where rich soil will produce fertile food. She is a field of love and potentials; that is to be carefully planted and nurtured.

I warn, be careful what you grow in your garden or better still, be careful who you let sow in your field.

How does your garden grow from where cometh the things that have grown in your personality and corrupted the integrity of your intended purpose? Have you ever looked at yourself and thought how in the world you got to this situation? Have you ever seen a part of our personality get covered by weeds of bad experiences?

The seeds you see growing in the garden of your life have been planted either by circumstances or by person who have spoken things in your life. Every affair, relationship and involvement you have experienced as a woman leaves something’s behind. You are a garden, but only time will tell what your harvest will yield.

Be careful of what you are growing in your garden and look at what was sown in the past in same garden. If you want to change what is growing,you need to change what is being sown or at least who is sowing it. Guard with all diligence; your soil from all corrupt seeds; be careful whom you allow to speak or walk into your life.

Also, a truly good lady is a wife before she is married. Every woman is not a wife, no one needs to look far to find a woman. It is the pursuit of a wife that is a challenge, as challenging as digging through a mountain to find a diamond. A good wife is a diamond, a treasure waiting for the one who will make her life complete; she has hidden treasures which maybe hidden beneath pains, secrets, scars, and fears but this surely is her treasure.

Do you know your worth oh woman of virtue? If you do not know what you have, you will not know when you lose it.

You are rich, loaded with wonders, filled with splendour, you are as hard as a diamond and as soft as the black velvet that enhances the brilliance of the jewel, you are ci woman of virtue.

My darling bride is like a private garden, a spring that no one else can have, a fountain of my own. She is the wind I feel under me wherever I spread my winds. On my lady because of you, I believe I can fly.

By Miss Charity

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