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I stand for gender equality and against gender inequality. One particular day, I was sent to buy something and I had to go as far as the junction because many shops didn’t have what I wanted. I got to particular shop and saw this lady, fine lady, fine strong girl though, because all ladies are strong. Her hairstyle attracted me. She plaited her hair to resemble a Mohawk. Well, as usual, they didn’t have what I wanted, so I continue my tour till I got to the last shop at the junction, bought what they had and started returning home. I was about passing that shop when I saw this my Mohawk sister standing opposite her shop, waiting for someone. As I saw her full body, her hair no longer attracted me, her gown did. It was brutally short. I stared continuously at her. What nonsense! Then, I noticed the person she was waiting for had finally come: A guy. Oh, dear prince charming. I was sad, very very sad. I’m sure this girl dressed that way because she was expecting that guy. Thinking a

Psychology and perspective play important roles in our day-to-day life. I decided to clean up my room one particular day, a thorough clean up. I had almost finished cleaning up when I got exhausted, I needed to rest. I was about ‘resting’ when I realized I had no strength at all, ‘I’ll get coke’, I said to myself. So, I went to nearby shop to buy coke to drink. I didn’t even wait till I got to my room, I just opened it and at the first sip, I was like, “Ha, strength”. I psychologically felt strength surging through my body, my bones, my muscles and tissue. “Thank God I bought this coke” After some 2-3 seconds, I realized I was still weak, nothing was surging through my body except the cold liquid that was going down my oesophagus. It was all in my mind. “Chisom, you think too much”, I told myself.  But guess what, something was different. I did feel some strength anyways. Not just from the coke I was drinking, but from the fact that I thought the coke could give me strengt

“We” Ugochi corrected her friend. She folded her legs up and rested her jaw on her knees. If only she had been careful or had minded her business, fetched her water and left immediately, but no; Nneka convinced her to join those girls in their water fight, now they were both leaving without water, not even with the calabash they came with. Nneka’s rants were itching her ears. They should be thinking of what tell their parents, instead of ranting. Anger wouldn’t solve anything now. “Mba. Don’t worry about me. I am going to tell Papa. See ehn, I’m not blaming Chinaza and her friends, that is not what I am doing. What I said is, let allof us look for a way, you know, just a way, I don’t know. They didn’t even wait to sympathize with us, that’s the least could’ve done, instead, they ran away. They think they are smart. They’ll see what Nneka Obichi can do” “Nneka, you know quite alright that this would just make everything complex, ehn!” Ugochi’s eyes didn’t leave the ground “That i

Tosin was calling again. Oh God! She needed to go before he got angry. “…….so, when you get to your room, sit down and make that list. A list will make everything much more organized and functional. Don’t forget o! Our environment is in a big mess, it needs to be cleaned asap! We have a lot of guest ministers coming this month, a more reason why that list must be ready by the end of this week.” Oluchi kept tapping her left foot in impatience. Why can’t he ever talk straight forwardly? Urgh! “Bro Gbenga!!!!!!....” “Yes!!!! Erm, Sister Oluchi, See you on Thursday joor. Don’t forget o!” “Ok sir” Oluchi nodded slightly Phew! She needed to get outta here before anyone calls her again. Tosin would be ready to eat her alive. Too many responsibilities. She signed and rolled her eyes. “Madam” “Babe, I’m so sorry” She ran her hand through her hair. “I can clearly see you’re angry. It’s Bro Gbenga, he didn’t let me leave on time. I’m sorry” “Don’t you think you’re too inv

Stella woke up early in the morning and did her devotion. She later went about doing her normal morning chores, and then realized her siblings were still sleeping. She went to wake her twin brothers first. “Tobi, Toni! Wake up joor. You guys are almost late for school”. Then she opened the door of her sister’s room and made a pitiful face. Mum took her to hospital two days ago. The doctor said she had fever; but she should be okay now, she was jumping up and down yesterday. She left her to continue sleeping though. “Stella!! Stella!!!” Mrs. Johnson was having her breakfast downstairs “I’m coming Ma” Stella replied “I wouldn’t be coming back early today. I have to get some things from the market, so I’d be going straight from work. Make sure Grace finishes her food takes her drugs this morning and afternoon, you hear?” She looked at Stella and Stella nodded. I’m not sure Grace has enough strength to wash up this afternoon, so wash the morning and afternoon plates.” No str

This is a second part of my previous post about God-given talents. As I was posting it, something came to my mind; [Matthew 25:15] To one he gave five bags of gold, to another two bags, and to another one bag, each according to his ability. Then he went on his journey. "According to his ability" In the real sense, nothing God gives you is too much for you or beyond your capability. He sees you, and know you're capable (Of course, He knows you better than yourself). I used to feel all weighed down by the things around me and I'd always say they're too much for me to carry/handle, but God sees me and knows I can do it. The key to waking up from the thought that anything is too much to handle is totally trusting God. Trusting in God gives you confidence, bc you'd feel the coverage and it'd be to your consciousness that you're actually doing nothing at all. All you need to do is let Him flow through you. So, stop complaining about how

I was going through my stuff and I came across a paper. On that paper was a write-up I wrote last year for the Bible study unit in CSF-FOLC (FUTA). I read it, and it ministered to me, so I decided to share. A bit edited though Who doesn't know the parable about the three servants that were given talents by their Master? Even many unbelievers must have heard it one way or the other. So, I believe we all know the story. But then...... Have you ever seen this parable from a different perspective? One day, I was thinking about this parable and I went back to it. The master just gave them the talents, he didn't tell them to double or increase the talents. OK, the idea of burying the talent is pretty annoying. What if the third servant used his own talent to buy clothes and shoes? Afterall, the master didn't tell them anything. Or rather, since his fellow servants were increasing their talents, he could have gone to split his into pieces. That would've been better

I got an inspiration last week from the burglary that was fixed by our kitchen door. I was inside the kitchen, preparing dinner when my sisters started playing with the burglary. After so much play, they locked it. I looked at it, felt locked. I went ahead to rest on the burglary. "Mehn, they look like prison bars" I thought. But then, I moved back to the middle of the kitchen, at that time, they were resting on the burglary, talking to themselves. I noticed something. I was n't looking like I was the one behind bars anymore, they were. It felt like they were in prison and I came to visit. I saw them putting their fingers around the bars and trying to put their heads through the spaces. Then it hit me. I saw something different when I looked at the situation from a different "perspective". Your life is being played out from your perspective. Nobody is supposed to play out your life for you. If you choose to see yourself as a victor, then you're one

"Funke! Funke!!". Is there anytime she's not shouting my name? Ha! "Ma, I'm coming." Funke answered "Why haven't you eaten your breakfast?" "I'm not eating, I don't like the vegetable sauce" "Ok, just make sure you don't eat anything else" "But Ma..........." "Shut-up, I don't want to come back and still meet that sauce there." Mrs Adegoke pulled her right earlobe. "Mummy, veggies give me heart burn" "All of you are spoilt. Very spoilt." She shook her head. "When I was your age, I ate every food I was given." She murmured as she left the kitchen. "JJ, I hope you're ready. You're almost running late" "I am" he chuckled and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Your daughter doesn't want to eat the food her mother cooked oo" "Ah ahn, Keke, Why now?" Mr Adegoke squeezed his face in disappointment. "Daddy, vegg

So you grew up at the west and didn't use the word "kani", are you sure you grew up at the west? Before I proceed, "kani" means "let's say" Especially the film producers. "Oya, let's act play. Kani I'm your mother" or "Kani I'm a doctor" or "Kani I'm in my office, you'll now come and see me". Hehehe, those days Mummy's shoes were number one costumes. "Kani ayam selling onions, Oya come and buy". Then we packed all the onions at home. "How much?" "Ten ten naira." Or is it when we visit Grandpa and Grandma and then Temiloluwa and Tosin wouldn't let us rest. "Kani I'm Superman" "No, I'm Superman, you yaa Batman" "No I'm Superman joor" Hehehe, brothers war (I've lost count) would start. The one that marveled me the most was, "Kani I aff die". Some people will even secure themselves and say, "God f

Have you ever been so thirsty, like soooo thirsty, and you need something to drink? That was the case with this Samaritan woman in John 4(the main ref is verse 7). She had drinksssss, name it! Champagne, Vodka, Whiskey and the likes. For those of us that are quick to judge, she had nonalcoholic drinks too. C'mon, there was Coke, Fanta, Spirite....... As for all those that are watching their weight, she's been there too. She had green tea, Flat tummy tea, iced tea, coffee, name it! She had gone through this deserted side of life, drank everything she had. We all think this woman only had the bad drinks, had bad experiences and went through bad stuff. No! She had the good drinks too, she had good experiences too. Unfortunately, she wasn't still satisfied! The more she drank, the thirstier she was. Funny though! She spent her life buying and drinking, buying and drinking, and the process continued. Yet, no satisfaction! Well, it seemed like she realized she didn't hav

The car was stilly with only hushed sounds from the engine as Madam Kofi drove home. All she could say was "hmm", only that her lips never parted. There were so many questions, so many that she was scared to ask. Each time she took the courage to ask, her mind reminded her of the comfort the tranquility brought. Her lips still never parted. Tears were building up inside her, but she had to stay strong. She made a mental note to talk to her husband when she got home, they'd pray together. She nodded, again in agreement with the quietness. Looking at Anita felt like she was gyming again, but then, there had to be a kickoff. Anita was facing the window, eyes closed. God! She looked pale, but what else should she look like? Fresh? Oh yes! Fresh from..... Anita shifted in her seat and Madam Kofi quickly faced the road. She couldn't catch her staring at her. She looked at Anita from her side eye, Anita's eyes were still closed. "Anita..... Anita". Only the wi

Sweet to the tongue, a very lingering taste. It gets to its destination and it feels like it's all you'd ever want. Makes you get unaddicted to every other thing you've once embraced.  But what can you say? It's selfless aim satisfies the very core of your tongue. Seems to be the sweetest buddy I've ever known, exhibited into different forms, Forever undergoing development, can never go extinct. The more reason why I don't care about the others. I mean, my buddy is here to stay forever. Oh suuuggar, why?? Turned out you weren't selfless at all. You were so selfish you didn't want to share me with anyone, Not even with the owner of the tongue. Now, I'm wrapped in your diabetic arms. I seem to want to trace my way back to "others", But my footprints have all faded away. "No more carbs!" An angelic man in white said. Sweet sugar; the only buddy I have left, deep in the streams of my blood. Pressure! That's all that

I had a very wonderful start this morning and I decided to share it. I was singing this morning, called it worshipping though. Then at some point, I figured I wasn't concentrating. Well, I continued. At some point again, I stopped. "Chisom, what exactly dyu want to focus on?". So I decided to focus on God's love and His grace and all. I tried to sing different songs to describe how wonderful God's love actually is. After several trials and the songs weren't still enough, I broke down. "Why'd he love me so much? I don't understand. What did I do?" I had been a good girl since day 1, Lol, even before I knew ABC. Raised by Christian parents, went to Christian private schools, heard the Word of God everyday, knew a lot of "dos" and "don'ts". But these weren't enough for God. He wanted something deep with me, for some reasons I have no idea about. He made realize that being good wasn't being saved. Being goo

So for the last time, I have to get this off my chest! I just have to. I know, right! When Mummy and Daddy and every other person sees this, they'd be like, "Chai! This her story again!!". But then, I know what I'm saying. It goes thus:- I was sick and normally, when we were small, every sick person had the privilege of sleeping in mummy's room. And daddy traveled, so....greater privilege. Mom and I went to bed, while Chibuokem and Chioma had to wash up. After a while, I woke up and couldn't sleep back. So I got up from the bed, left the room and went to the kitchen to keep the 'washers' company. We were all talking while a heavy rain was falling. At the time Chioma was rinsing a Stainless food dish, a mighty thundersome lightening struck, and the Stainless dish happened to shock Chioma. At the same time the Stainless dish shocked her, something flashed through the window. It was ballish, shape of the moon. It was light itself, shining, and ha