Not much has been shared about the challenges that new immigrants face in the workplace, but they’re definitely there. A lot of these challenges come from cultural differences and culture shocks that both sides struggle to get past.
As I grew older, well into childhood and teenagehood, although I no longer screamed at the top of my lungs, I learnt to act withdrawn or totally ignore people I didn’t feel safe around. This bought me the title of a proud snob, and attracted the anger of bullies who couldn’t stand that I thought I was special and wouldn’t behave like everyone else. What they didnt realise at the time, was that as weird as it sounds, I could sense the spirit within them, whether it was good or bad.
This level of restlessness. Fear, uncertainty—fear again. The utterances of faith don’t seem to allay the fears. Or maybe they do at first, but the fear always comes back. That sinking feeling, the crappy weight of it. I find myself
I grew up in a Catholic family with a strict father who taught me about the big man in the sky. This big man keeps a record of all my wrongs and I must remember these wrongs so that I
How I went from being unable to speak up at meetings to hosting a networking session is beyond me. For years I had struggled with symptoms of anxiety but it hardly affected my work because I was very good at
Here are a few things I struggled with when I newly came to the United Kingdom from Nigeria. The coldnesss of my neighbours. Why wouldn’t they say hi to me even after I knocked at their door to introduce myself?
I feel hugged by you Lord. Thank you for bringing me into your fold. I feel loved and welcome. I feel special. I am certain that you will never abandon me and you will do everything in your power to find me should I ever get lost.
It is our duty as believers to seek God’s face. After God calls us and reveals himself to us, it is our duty to keep that flame of love alive.
This is a story about my recent conversion and repentance from a lukewarm eye-service christianity to a new-found love and devotion to God.
I tell people that there’s no perfect marriage. You can either bask in the goodness of it, or cry over the bits of imperfection.