And after His death, we saw how wicked we had been. The death of Jesus gave us a true reflection of our own wickedness. So that many realised that truly Jesus whom they had killed was truly the son of God. “Indeed, God sent His son to teach and bless us, and in return, we killed Him!”
My Covenant with Jesus
My own source is Jesus. I recently forgot about Him. But he has recently reminded me that I am nothing without him. And he has shown me the wonderful gifts he promises to grant me in his own time.
The gifts of 2022
This year I lived, I explored, I confidently trusted, and I am proud of myself for all of that.
Fake it to Thrive
I’m now learning their ways. Learning to tell white lies, and to pretend to be who I’m not. Just so that I can thrive.
Traumatised By Friendship
I was best friends with a snake and didn’t realise it; or I knew it but I was so invested in the friendship that I ignored the red flags. After I got thoroughly bitten, I eventually learned.
I Wish I had a Best Friend
I wish I had a friend who loved me and loved my company. Someone I confided in all the time. Someone I could trust.
Stay Wicked
Look around you, the successful countries today have built their wealth on the back of the weak countries. Stay wicked my people. The most feared countries today are the wicked and intolerant ones. You gain nothing from being weak and kind. Unless it’s all a facade.
The Switch
It’s 23:09 on the 31st of Dec 2021 and I can’t help but reminisce about how my life has changed in the past couple of years. I can’t help thinking about how broke my family was between 2011 to 2013,
Life, A Deck of Cards
Confident People Who Take Full Charge Of Their Life Dear organised people, you confuse me. Teach me how to exude confidence in this fickle uncertain life. Please tell me what fuels your confidence. How are you so sure about what
My Tribute To Mrs Ayankoya-Beauty
Mrs Ayankoya Beauty was like a mother to me and there was so much I admired about her. Her Excellent Parenting She had such an amazing relationship with her daughter; my friend Bisola, I couldn’t understand it. She was so