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For how long will you keep falling into the same pit?. “You are tired of guys and their tricks. It seems right at first but the ending is nothing to write about. Guys and their ways of getting things for their benefits is amazing and funny. Do not get me wrong, I don't mean all guys but there are some that are tarnishing the image of innocent guys. Who am i  to judge?”. Bola said, as she was discussing with her friend about her experience with guys. It all started on social media.  He was discussing some things with me and I felt it was important and needed to be dealt with. So I gave him my number with the aim of helping out, not quite long he messaged me and I was eager to reply him, to hear more of what he has to say. After a long time of chat, I discover he was a Christian and he was struggling with something, as he needed my help. I gave him my advice and I noticed he was not ready to comply with them, instead he was asking me to help him to satisfy his Se...

It was a sunny day at the ATM stand, the sun was scorching.“I felt like sitting down.” Hannah said, but she could not as she was the next person at the queue so she just had to endure. After collecting the money, she moved out of the bank and immediately, a guy from the queue followed her. She perceived someone was following her. Then she turned back and she met a tall, handsome, black man with a great sense of dressing. In short, he was her type. He was looking and walking towards her direction. She tried hiding her smiles and behaved well but before she could say anything, he said “Hello , how are you doing? My name is David”. Then he stretched forth his hand. She received it and she said her name was Hannah. They had a brief discussion about each other. Also,they exchanged contacts and boarded the same bus. Arriving home, Hannah could not stop thinking about him. She was moving happily around the her room until something on the wall brought her back. They a...

What are you planning of receiving as a gift? What is the gift you are giving out? Like every other lady, Jadesola was happy to have a man in her life, at least someone she can share things. Also, someone she could go out with on the Valentine's day for celebration and for the gift she cannot wait to have. This, for every happening ladies in our time, Valentine's Day was a dream come true. And I look forward to the day with lots of positivity and hope. Little did Jade know that it was a day that would always haunt her, anytime Valentine day is being celebrated. It was a day she kept reminding herself that she could have avoided the celebration. Jade and Daniel had been together for two years. He asked her about her plans for the day and she told him that she none. So, he said, “We would go out.” “Thank God I will spend this year's Valentine with him ” she muttered to herself. Her plans was to have a fun day with him and nothing more. She woke up earlier than ...

These are my pieces, for they are not my whole. I am more than this flesh and blood. My skin does not portray who lies beneath and my expressions do not necessarily show how I feel. I no longer become someone else's will, I am not a prisoner of my mind or body. They no longer rule me, I no longer allow my senses to control the new me. I now feel comfortable in the embrace of the ones, where before I felt shame and fear. I am a collage of many pieces. Separating the pieces has no meaning or worth but together, it forms a beautiful representation and example of something bigger and greater. These pieces has slowly come together to create a greater picture of who I am. The pieces can't be changed but I can become a new being. The picture of my past, will always be the same. The differences now lies on how you view the past and the future. THE PIECES WAS THE PAST AND WHOLENESS IS THE THE PRESENT (new being in Christ). 2cor 15:17.

“Truly, your scars has a story but what would it be?. This is the question Gbemisola asked the congregation as she was preaching to them. These were women who had been abused, came from broken homes, had heartbreaks, Health issues, etc. And some are still struggling with them. She asked the congregation again, and they were all silent. She touched the voice of their minds by asking such question because they are women whose scar has dictated how they should live their lives. They do not even know they are anymore because they were ruled by the mentality of their scars. Gbemisola broke the silence by saying, “Every scars has a story, what would yours tell?. What will become of the scars”. She continued. “I want the scars to tell of how you have overcomed, of how you made it through, of where you have come from. I want your scars to whisper about the pain you failed, about this very hard time, about the marathon you raced”. She was not through talking bef...

Tola was a man who works as a private lesson teacher. He has a friend who he lives with and they work together. Although he was not really happy with the work he does because he still rides a bicycle and sometimes the doors are not been opened to him but he hopes for the best. Often they send mails to their box for any new job. His alarm bell rang at 6:30am. He stumbled to his feet, grab his friend's bedding and pulled off his sheets. He groaned asking,  “Is it already time to arise?”. It seems just like a second ago, I was able to close my eyes. Tola ignoring his question, urged him to stand up. The morning activities follows with study, prayer, worship and every other things. When it was time to leave the apartment, Tola felt he could not accomplish more even though he was more committed than his friend. As they stepped out of the house, his friend said with a smile, “We have a super day planned”, he lowly utter a faithless breath yes, If anyone let us in. They took their bicyc...

Chioma was a beautiful woman, beautiful in and out.She was the kind of woman every man would love to have as a wife. But there's something she has been struggling with; her past. It kept hunting her. Many year ago, she had lived and dined in the pain of love. She was a woman who gives her undeniable love to men,  but what did she get? Heartbreaks!. Yet, she still finds herself believing men again and it was as if she was charmed. Gradually did she know her love was abused. Love is abused; the thoughts that keeps flowing in her mind, and she believed it. She never saw herself valuable and worthy of love. Even when it seems like everything is going to be okay, she constantly reminds herself that she,however  deserves everything that is happening to her and it was all her fault. She easily shifts blames and constantly reminds herself that she was not worthy to be loved. She refused to believe that love is respectable for it has lost value in her sight. But all of her thoughts...