Productivity | Christian Lifestyle | Relationships
Are you sending mixed signals, saying yes when you really mean no (and vice versa)? Are you quick to deflect questions, giving non-committal answers? You probably are…it has become much harder, than at any other time I can remember, at least in my 30 odd years on earth, to say something and stick with it. This is even more obvious… Read More
I will start by saying I love love, well not the kind you’re thinking, I mean the other kind.? While reading Everybody Always by Bob Goff(which I also loved), I was struck by how he examined love and life. This was the second book I’ve read from the author. The first was Love Does, which I read last February. Love… Read More
That moment when you tell yourself you need to pray but you procrastinate. That time when you promised you will pray first thing in the morning but deep down you know you never have time in the mornings. Sound familiar? You’re in good company. Most of us want to pray. We want to commune with God. There are even times… Read More
I think it’s a given that none of us has life all figured out. We are often grasping at straws trying to connect the dots and fix the square pegs in a round hole(or however the saying goes). Recently, I was in a shuttling quagmire (please forgive my English, not sure what’s going on). I had some group work and… Read More
I had poured out my heart, bared my soul … my words were emphatic, persistent. I had highlighted salient points, starting from the very beginning, all the way to the end. It was a message that had it all. And after I sent it… *crickets* Not a single response. No one said anything. Not even an acknowledgement that a message… Read More
There are a few things I haven’t said about justice. For one thing, justice is often elusive. It is the farthest thing in some trials, like the proverbial fountain we all long for but can never reach. And then comes the hopelessness, the loss of faith in a system that should uphold truth and ensure fairness. Over the past… Read More
The skin on me has nothing to do with you, it is not yours to play with or redesign. The skin on me has never been black, a medley of browns, blues and dark chocolate. With each layer against the blistering rays, like a pigment of life steeped in the sand. But the eyes roamed through me and saw –… Read More
Read Part One of the story here… Driving back home, Seun is torn. She had promised God that she would tell her parents about her plans if she got accepted into any of the schools. She could no longer keep it from them, but she also wondered if it would be worth the drama. She could hear the laughter… Read More
“I’m not doing it”. Seun says curtly refusing to look at Ify. “What do you mean you’re not doing it?” “Ify, I just can’t. I will be 30 in a few months. How will it look if I say I’m going back to school? Who goes back to school at 30?” Seun turns from her view of the bustling Lagos… Read More
