I remember when I first gained admission into secondary school some years ago. Fun fact: I attended a girls only school.  I also remember my dad branding my textbooks and notes. My uniforms were as long as what you can imagine, Pinafore flowing all the way to my ankles. And my school bag? That one always dragged itself along with me. Needless to say, I was small, smaller than most of my peers. I also got bullied by other students because of my stature. And guess what? Now that I'm grown, I realize it wasn't exactly because of my appearance. It was because I allowed it. My dad didn't want my books to be bullied away from me, so he took extra care, went the extra mile and branded them. Every single one of them. My classmates teased me for a while and I usually caved. Until I was in senior school and one of them confessed that she actually loved how much my dad catered for me then. She said she admired my branded books and all, and there I was cringing and caving, getting int...

Overwhelmed by guilt, with her face deep into her pillow, hands gripping the sheets, she wailed. She cried so hard, she couldn't find a way to stop. This deep seated feeling of pain and shame will not let her be. The tears were on a roll. Nothing mattered right now. She just wanted to be whole. To belong somewhere. To belong to someone who belonged to her. She struggled and searched. Until she found Him. Only for her to realise that she had been wanted from the beginning. The freedom that captured her heart was indescribable.  It was complete. She was complete. She had been looking without instead of looking within and finding all that she needed, to live the life she was made for. She was enough. I am she. She is you. She is us. Last week Monday, 4am to be precise, I got a mail from YouVersion. The first line caught my attention: "Let's talk about Anxiety." See, oftentimes, we are overcome by the imaginable and not the real. Our minds are clouded by the what-if...

 I have a piece of advice for you: Watch your back, you may be wanted!  Maybe the right question now is, why are you wanted? And, who wants you? Criminals who escape prosecution for cases such as rape, murder or other related crimes from one country to another are typically referred to as wanted persons. They are wanted to fulfil the consequences of their actions. Their pictures and names are pasted everywhere, on the walls of streets, on stalls in market places, on packed cars, taped to poles.  And they may become the talk of the town, depending on the gravity of their vices. However, wanted persons are not immune to being found and arrested, regardless of how wide the universe is or how far they choose to run. There is a chance of initiating an international search called Red Notice. This is initiated to locate and provisionally arrest the criminal pending any further legal actions. For the purpose of this search, the country where the crime was carried out will provide...

Yay! It's Freedom o'clock! That doesn't go without saying, happy independence, Nigeria.🥳 Have you ever heard the saying - "Monkey dey work, na baboon dey chop"? This is my reality in Christ. He fights and makes me the winner. Nothing beats being able to gain victory from a place of rest. It is not magic. It is not cheating. Well, maybe I can say Jesus is my cheat code. I mean, how do I explain my life? Full of Grace and miracles per second. No one has lived here before. Forget reincarnation. Psst! We are all finding out our consequences and realities as we go along. Only those who have hacked this faith thing in the finished work of Christ can see the future from the present. And even in cases where they don't see, they are held and led by the hand. This makes it seem they cheat through life. They are only walking with the one who knows the end from the beginning. The One who leads us in His green pastures! I remember once when I was young. We travelled to...