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“Hi, Good afternoon” “Good afternoon” She replied, adjusting her straight face. “Are you Deborah?” “Yes” “Nice to meet you roomie” “Your name?” She managed a smile with her mouth full of biscuits. “Oluwafeyikemi” “God use this one to take care of me, right?” Feyikemi smiled in amazement. She dragged her box from the door, took a deep breath, tried to get a grasp of the room to stay comfort related. “Are you Yoruba?” “No, I’m Akwa Ibom” “How come you fearlessly understand Yoruba like this? You’re so confident with the language” “Somehow, all my friends are and I found myself in a very funny secondary school. Nice to meet you Feyikemi, have a Good night.” Feyi smirked, “all this Mrs. Principle sef ” she thought to herself. The Holy Spirit nudged her to caution. “Just like that! You’re off to sleep?” A part of Feyi liked to know why people acted the way they did or see the why behind people’s insecurities, it paved ways for understanding. God was teaching her to imb

A question had long hanged around her mind, sprouting diverse branches. There in her melancholic attitude lied no one to run to plus everyone seemed perfect and without fears. She had grown up with lots of guilt and fear ruling her. “Will God be so good to me here on earth and cast me away on the final day?” She laid on her bed contemplating life. She was 21 and uncertain; uncertain about eternity, uncertain about being loved by God, trying to figure out what next? NYSC was over and nothing seemed to show up except apologies from diverse firms; the polite ones.  A mail dropped in her inbox; “Dear Candidate, Thanks for taking our online aptitude test and interview. We looked through your online assessment, CV, interview processes and concluded that you are a good match to our team.” “Ye! Me!” She didn’t see it coming- It was too big a dream to happen. She had assessed her approach to the interview and canceled her possibility of being selected. The mail had more in store, it

  I only practiced my imaginations with my paper, pen and mirror.   I had a lot to say, write and act to ME. That Mr. Taiwo suffered in my mind; he fainted because I flogged him. I casted out demons from our CRK teacher! I needed to. What he thought was the Spirit of God in him was a familiar spirit. The teacher I had a soft spot for came to know Jesus. She said, “Here in the love of Christ, I stand.”   Her intonation and gesture had the stamina that my pastor taught us to have.   I cried while she projected her smile. It stopped flowing: my imaginations. They stopped at the one I had a soft spot for.   I tried to make it flow, but they did not. The reverse was usually the case. I wondered what came up. I knew it would come back, it did.   When it did, it went round and round, fighting to purge out creativity; creativity to discuss with the teacher I had a soft spot for. I really wanted my imaginations to beat that Mr. Taiwo very well - he had been a bad instructor. Instead, it saw

Photo credit: https://www.challies.com  “Your friend, the tall one, someone I know likes him” He laughed. “Who?” They gathered in same office battling same purpose – Research. His supervisor was for some reason scarce to see; he often had to wait. The two friends habitually had their stay in one of their lecturer’s office. She was the one students often flocked around. She shared same office with his ‘scare’ lecturer. She smiled, processing how thoughtless she sounded. The words fell; may be to satisfy a dare. He probed further. This time, whole-heartedly. She laughed in return, trying to buy time for the best retort. Nothing happened. No words. No thoughts. Just blank. She turned to steal a look at her friend whose eyes now sent the expression of that painful act: betrayed! She had turned white or pale. I think pale. He could decipher who and what she meant. Perhaps, who and what they now meant but he needed clarity. He laughed to buy relaxation. He pitched his last prob

                                                            Photo credit: faithis.com On that day she said “I believe” love began to live in her. A love that had the security she once longed for from humans. She couldn’t explain it – His love spurred up a passion for love unto others too. Though some circumstances of life made it seem like being loving was not the correct dispensation but on those times, she would recall who she was and who she had become; her transformation spelt out GRACE. Plain and simple – Grace in Jesus. It allowed her give people time to mature. There were days she would cry, laugh, smile or just stay silent, wondering what manner of love he continually bestowed upon her. It was real. Though invisible yet real. “Hey! Where have you been?” The chat stated.   She woke up to it.   “How far?” she replied, communicating a familiarity that didn’t exist. She couldn’t wait for the team work to be over. She needed to get done with the guy. He resembled unres

While In school, I believed one lie – that I wasn’t good enough to be a bright student. To crown it all, while my new friend and I were conversing on our first day at school, our conversation was cut short by a statement made from a 200 level student “Ah! you are a mass comm student, mass comm is not simple o! Your lectures are wicked and you people don’t use to have first class”. I really didn’t know what a first class was at that time, but I knew it had something to do with a student being at the top. Fear gripped me, then my fears inspired a prayer – “God, let me just pass and go”. God showed me I could be more than the prayer. I hate failing and I’m certain everyone does. Some people have just given up on themselves or have allowed their environment/people define them. Regardless of which position you find yourself, I will like to tell you to take off all preconceived notions (those thoughts in your mind that makes you feel like you are not good enough) as we journey on 7