I understand when they say you can be in a room full of friends and still feel incredibly lonely. Does that mean they aren’t your friends? Or are you going to self-diagnose yourself as depressed? What about crying uncontrollably and feeling like you’re losing everything, but you can’t identify one exact reason why? Are you
Every year around my birthday, I like to create something meaningful. This year, I decided I wanted to paint. I didn’t have a plan or a theme. I simply wanted to create something random, abstract, and beautiful. I spent days searching for inspiration, but nothing felt right. Then, just a few days before my birthday,
I dont know if holding unto the memories and gifts is an act of faith or fear Oh brutal heart, just like my wrist, I’m holding too tight What if I unclench my hands to let go only to find out it has always been inside me Sometimes I wonder if holding on to memories
26th June 2015. I remember the night sky filling with paper lanterns, each of us holding a flame in our hands as though we were cradling the future itself. I let mine go with a silent prayer, a dream too big for words; a life beyond the borders I knew, a career that mattered, a
I carry my scars. As a child, I wore them painfully visible for anyone to see. I invented excuses for why I was different, but they clung to me like shadows, inseparable, reminding me of every flaw whenever the mirror stared back. But I grew. And with growth came choice. I chose to rewrite the
If I could sum up May in a single word, it would be: abundant. Not just in material things, but in love, experiences, celebrations, and meaningful moments. From the start, I knew May would be special—it was my birthday month, after all—but I don’t think I realized just how full it would be. It turned
You have a reason— A reason why I stand here recounting my steps. You definitely thought it through: my being born to my parents, Me with my siblings. You planned that, I am sure of this. So if You had a reason for the good, You have a reason for the bad. And since You
January began with me writing down my goals and New Year’s resolutions. I know—it’s cliché—but it had been so long since I last did it. On December 31st, as I prayed, I felt an overwhelming certainty that 2025 would be different. It was as if I heard a voice telling me so. I got everything
After two decades of living life smoothly, I realized that Plan B was a thing. God had a way of answering my prayers just in time, preventing me from considering other options. My 20th birthday began with a Plan B: NYSC or a Master’s degree? Naturally, I tried both at the same time, unconsciously making
Days First were the days that were part of me; There were days when I didn’t feel alone. There were days when all I could feel was the warmth of the Holy Spirit. There were days when all I wanted to do was pray. There were days when worship was my language. There were days
