So I was being hairducated last week, and someone referred to my hair as 'shaggy' yet luxuriant. I thought it was a slang at first, but it turned out it was a real word. Anyways, the main statement that caught my attention reasoning was this: "you are your hair'. Do you agree or nah? I think I'd say yes! I am my hair cos we are both natural, beautiful and strong, we've both suffered from the hands of people who didn't have a clue as to how to treat us well so we could thrive, we are both growing, we are now both a lot more healthy since we eliminated bad treatment...and yeah, we both love to be showered with love, care and appreciation. In light of this, I have put together a little poem expressing my love and appreciation.



In my shaggy luxuriant hair 
exists an exotic energy 
that has been there for centuries,
strengthening me continuously and
allowing me to muster the ability 
to see, act and think clearly. 

In my shaggy luxriant hair,
The soul of Africa lives, giving my spirit culture and foundation, 
Enlightening me on the essence of creation,
Bringing me education and elevation 
of the truth of my beloved Nigerian nation 

In my shaggy luxriant hair are African songs 
that make me STRONG,
that tell me who I am and where I belong. 

In my shaggy luxriant hair,
There are probabilities and positivity in large capacities,
traveling at high velocities,
possessing infinite possibilities 
of peace, progression and prosperity. 

In my shaggy luxriant hair are powerfully 
refined proteins,
packaged with profound principles
which make me such an invincible queen

In my shaggy luxriant hair,
Knowledge, wisdom and insight 
have been unwined to 
form the admirable forces of passion and fire that drive me.

My shaggy luxriant hair 
is natural 
is magical
is original 
is BEAUTIFUL


There was something so different about that particular shot. Whether it was the angle with which it was taken, the background, the pose that was struck, the lighting or just the picture quality,.. I just couldn't explain it!. It was different. Different from the normal smiley, picture perfect portrait. I saw an image..an image that had been refined in the most beautiful way, an image that had been patched and mended from years of brokenness, pain, bitterness,...an image that had stumbled and risen countless times, an image that had known strength through years of struggles, laughter through years of tears and joy through years of pain. An image that pulled up the past and present in one shot, an image that radiated so much glory and transformation at the same time. I saw that image with so much love in my eyes and joy in my heart. I was proud of the lady I had become, thankful for the things God had let me go through, and in that moment, I knew I had been captured. I was captured by grace.



Hey guys,

Its another beautiful Sunday and I hope you had a lovely and well rested weekend like I did.

Two weeks ago, I shared the first lesson gathered from a trip made by a friend to a distant village some weeks back, and I promised I was going to share subsequent ones as time goes on. If you haven't read the first one, it'll be nice to check it out here . There are three main lessons from the trip and I'd be sharing the short second one with you today. I hope you enjoy.

LESSON 2: YOU ARE POOR WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE.


Rich and poor is what I am faced with everyday in Nigeria. It hits me as I look outside in the morning and see people rummaging through the bin.

I feel so sad when I see children with dirty clothes and no shoes come up to ask me for money.

Or when I meet a lady with TB lying in agony on the road to work.

Or when children I know sleep on the floor as there is no space on the single mattress

Or when I get ushered into a private waiting room in the hospital because I can pay, yet on the other side, is a waiting room crowded with people who cannot.

So many situations which actually remind me that I am rich. That life is unfair.

Have you ever learnt a lesson from kids?

I've learnt so much from kids in d past years, and day by day, I keep learning.

I remember a question being asked to a 6 year old boy at my church the other day. The question was simple " What does it mean to be poor"? The boy replied saying "Being poor is when you dont have anything to give".

Everyone can give a smile, a hug, a word of encouragement.

Those were profound insights from a 6 year old. I was indeed touched.

Being rich is not simply about having more things and money. Being rich is seen in the richness of relationships and togetherness in families and societies.

Being rich is in the richness of the faith I see in people who materially have nothing, yet, daily wake up and pray to God whom they trust to provide their needs.

Being rich is the gratitude, love and encouragement we give to our friends who are down and depressed.

Being rich is in the little act of kindness we share and pass on to even those who do not deserve it.

Richness is in the smile this little boy gives even when it seems as tho, there is no reason to smile.


This week, I want to remember that being rich is not simply about material things or having a lot of money. Being rich is about having something to give.

How will I share my wealth this week? How will you share your wealth this week? Give your time, give your love, give hope, give kindness, share a prayer, give a smile.

Have a blessed and Rich week ahead:)




Hey guys

How's the week coming up? I hope you enjoyed your weekend? I was going through my blog posts and realized how much I have derailed in being consistent as I should or rather, do I say, like I used to. I guess it isn't unusual especially when you have a job that is pretty much time consuming and a blog theme which requires you coming up with creative contents. A couple of times, I will reach a point where I cannot think of any new blog post ideas. Its like they just stop flowing, and the inspiration is gone. Its such a bummer when this happens and it really throws me off my game. So I've decided to draw my inspiration from pretty much anything. For the weekend, it was from my outfit.


So I've had this beautiful multicolored dress for a while and I particularly love it because, not only does it bring back memories, it also tells a beautiful story. I hope you enjoy it.


Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel.
All claimed that they were the best.
The most important.
The most useful.
The favorite.



Green said:
"Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."


Blue interrupted:
"You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing."


Yellow chuckled:
"You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun."


Orange started next to blow her trumpet:
"I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you."


Red could stand it no longer he shouted out:
"I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy."


Purple rose up to his full height:
He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey."


Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination: "Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace."

And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.

In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak:
"You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don't you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me."

Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.

The rain continued:
"From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of colour as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The rainbow is a sigh of hope for tommorow. And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a rainbow appears in the sky, let us remember to appreciate one another.

Enjoy the rest of the week :)




Hey guys,

Happy beautiful Sunday to you. I hope you all had a great weekend and a blessed Sunday?

So a friend of mine recently travelled to the East on a mission trip through his school to reach out to a community. Specifically, he travelled to the state of Imo, into the village of orlu, outside the capital city of Owerri, where he was opportuned to witness the way people lived in the deepest part of the village. It's amazing how there were loads of lessons to be learnt from the people he saw and the life they lived. A couple of pictures were also taken to depict the lifestyles and situations he experienced whilst on his trip, and in light of that, he has decided to kick start a project which I'd be sharing with you soon .

In the mean time, I'd be sharing (subsequently), the lessons from the memories gathered from his trip. The first would be the most important.

BE THANKFUL: YOUR COMPLAINTS ARE SIMPLY BLESSINGS TO OTHERS. 


A few days ago, I remember complaining to a friend about my job and how time demanding it is. I remember saying " I work over 40 hours a week, place over 20 calls a day, attend endless briefs and meetings, visit sites upon sites, run office errands, attend to clients,:- the good, bad and ugly.. You name it!". I remember having this look on my face which pretty much read "TIRED" and then she goes "At least, you have a job". Nigerians will say " your own better pass". Many of us may have gotten responses like this, may be with regards to grades, marriage, possessions and many more.

 I have come to realise that one of the hardest things to do is to be greatful. I think at times, it's just human nature for people to take things for granted. I'm guilty of this I must confess. In some instances, its not intentional. We take our jobs for granted, our friends and family for granted, our health for granted, our mate for granted....the list could go on. We often assume that we will always have what we currently have. We forget how blessed we are. We go to our jobs everyday with no thought about the number of people who need a job and are unable to get one. We go to sleep in our nice comfy beds, with no thought about the number of people who are homeless. We complain about the food we eat, with no thought about the number of people begging on the streets. We wake up everyday healthy, with no thought about the number of people dealing with life threatening diseases. We are in relationships with people who love us and value us, with no thought about the people who may have lost the ones they loved to death or no thought about the people who have a broken heart or are in an abusive relationship. Many of us are blessed beyond measure, yet we still don't appreciate it..we want something different or we want something more, forgetting that the only way to get more is to be greatful for what we've been given first.

Be greatful for what you have. There is always someone, somewhere, wishing they had what you have. What you take for granted, someone else is praying for. Happiness never comes to those who don't appreciate what they already have. Always remember that your complaints are simply blessings to others. Be Thankful.

Ps: This post was inspired by the talented Joshua Jacobs of Jacob's craft photography. Look out for his project and the subsequent lessons learnt from his trip.

Have a blessed week ahead.

Hey guys,

Welcome to the beautiful month of May. We have now began the second quarter of the year and I must say, I am really thankful for the previous months, and hopeful that this month would be even better.

I'm pretty sure most of you would be wondering what this post is all about, as the media has now been infested with the recent release "Lemonade".

Well, let's just say I chose to focus on the "lemon" bit of the "lemonade" which most of us, I admittedly, fail to recognise.


The problem of "seeming" versus "being" isn't a particulaly new one when it comes to social media. We find people aspiring to create an image of who they are not, just to portray some sort of lifestyle. In other cases, we find it easy to read meanings into almost everthing we come across on the media, and even get very judgemental with regards to other people and their businesses. More worse, we start to kill our self esteems by comparing ourselves with others, forgetting that the juice (lemonade) is what they give and not the chaff (lemon). In essence, we don't know the real deal. We only see what they want us to see and based on that, we begin to asses ourselves, compare and possibly pass our endless judgements.

Speaking of judgments particularly,  we can't change the way we appear to others, it is something we aren't in total control of. But we can change the way we look at other people.

Everyone goes through challenges in life and we need to remind ourselves that in other to know the full story, we have to give others the chance to tell it. We cant make our own assumptions based on the little we see. It all begins with having empathy.

Dont judge the young mother who can't calm her child down at the mall, it doesn't mean she is not a good mother. Empathise with the fact that her child might just be grumpy that day. Don't judge the couple arguing at the shops, it doesn't mean they are in an abusive relationship. Empathise with how all relationships go through difficult times. Dont judge a friend for how they express their emotions, it doesn't mean they are cold hearted. Empathise with the troubled childhood that led them to feel that way. Dont judge someone on their past alone, it doesn't mean they can't change. Empathise with the fact that even good people make mistakes.

Always remember that the "cover" that we see is only a part of the book itself. Let's not be too quick to judge without turning the pages first.

Have a blessed week ahead.:) 
Hey guys,

Its been exactly a month since I got on here and as I write this down, I officially put an end to my long hiatus. I must say, it was a much needed break. 



Asides being literally fagged out from work almost every night, I had to deal with a few personal issues, travelled a couple of times for different reasons and ofcos, had a couple of responsibilities to take care of. I did however, find time to respond to the few emails that were sent in with regards to my absence and a few previous posts. Thank you again to those who emailed and sent in their messages. I really do appreciate you all. 

The very typical me would have struggled to put up a post or more in the past month, despite the number of things I had to deal with, the stress from work and the responsibilities I was faced with. But for once, I decided to take a break. And guess what!..I learnt 5 things from taking the break. 

EVERYONE NEEDS A BREAK

Most people think taking a break is wasteful but in actual sense, it is very useful. Sometimes we get so consumed trying to do a whole lot at the same time, and then, we end up not getting the best results. Blogging is lots of fun I must agree, but it can also be pretty time consuming sometimes. From writing new posts to engaging with readers, it sometimes feels like there aren't enough hours in the day. Taking a break sometimes can help boost your enthusiasm, increase your creativity, that way quality is placed over quantity with regards to your posts. 

THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN WORK

Family bonds, elusive love, friendships, fellowship, proper exercise, self improvement, healthy diet, adventure..the list could go on when it comes to life but guess what? We focus on one thing because we feel every other thing would certainly come through it. I usually find myself getting so consumed with work sometimes, that it feels like all I live to do is work. And though I need to earn a living, I never really get the time to live in the first place. During the break however, I decided to take time out to travel, spent some time with family and friends, did some exercises and more fellowship. It felt really different, and that made me realise how much I had neglected the most important things in life - Joy and fufilment which can never really be bought with money. 



YOU REMEMBER YOUR ROOTS


Your WHY in life. Your ultimate purpose. Your deepest love that drives you. All of these are important as they inspire you all the time.
Sadly, a lot of us forget about them all the time as we get caught up in life. Shit is always getting in the way.
You’ll need to take a break and remember your roots 

PERFECTION DOESN'T EXIST

Confession: I have 5 posts sitting in my drafts now that I need to edit and I am dreading it because once I start, I sometimes cant stop. I'll agonise over a sentence for longer than necessary, re-read it until I am sure I haven't offended anyone, worry so much about what people will think about the post, that I end up not publishing it. Sometimes, it could be that I am not as inspired or motivated to start or complete a post but yet, I spend so much time trying to come up with something just to be consistent and on time with my posts. My point is, no matter how good you think you are at something, you can never be perfect. And sometimes, you need to understand that a little break could help inspire you or rekindle your creative spark, that way, you'll be able to come up with a better content.

PEOPLE DO LOVE YOU


I have nothing but heartfelt thanks to my readers who bothered to write in and give me their well wishes when they noticed my unannounced absence. Thank you so much, for real.
The people who care will be the same ones who wonder where you’ve gone.
Don’t lose these people.

Have you ever taken a break from blogging?


Hey guys,

Welcome to another episode of my random Sunday rants. I actually said that to a friend of mine one time, and she said your random Sunday rants are what I always look forward to every weekend. Did that make me feel good? Sure as hell!..even though I felt washed and clean lol.

I'm thankful that people actually look forward to reading my posts even when I feel like I make no sense some times. Thanks to you my readers for sticking around with me. Much love from a heart of gratitude.

I don't know if you've ever been around an elderly woman for a while but women do have a high tresh hold for pain I must say. It is no wonder they are classified 'weak but yet strong'.



I was in the kitchen yesterday evening with my mum and macho of a brother when something amazing happened. My mum decided to make a large pot of zobo, being that we haven't had some in a while, and my brother decided to join us in the kitchen. Half way through the preparation, my mum decided to reduce the water from the boiling pot, hence, she lifted the pot from the fire with her bare hands, took it towards the sink which was a distance away and returned the pot back on fire after reducing the water.

A few minutes later, the zobo was ready and she needed to transfer it into another pot. My brother decided to be of use to her by lifting the pot off the fire and taking it towards the sink like she did. Half way through, he already started reacting to the pain from the hotness of the pot and he dropped it rashly on the table close to the sink which resulted in a splash on his body. Luckily, it wasn't anything major.

I found it amazing that my mum could lift off the hot pot, walk to the sink and back, without reacting to the pain or dropping the pot, wherass, my brother couldn't. What was the difference? One was strong, the other was tough.

TOUGHNESS IS A SKILL BUILT OVER TIME, CIRCUMSTANCES AND EXPERIENCES.

Most people, often confuse toughesss with strength, thinking that being strong is automatically the same as being tough, when in fact, they are two distinct qualities.

Someone is tough when he/she has been through several challenges and obstacles, and has been able to overcome over time. You find out that for each pain you bare, your threshold towards pain increases. You become stronger, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. A strength from within, which is constantly renewed, is the strength we need. It is no wonder that God puts us through tests and series of challenges to toughen us up.

Life is a journey full of obstacles and only the strong in heart can overcome. Never shy away from little discomforts cause they are necessary to keep you moving through the storms when they finally come. And if you ever need to hit the gym for a body build up, never forget to take your mind and spirit along with you cause truely, it's not about the muscles.

Have a blessed week ahead!..:)






Hey guys,

I hope you had a great week and a restful weekend?

Being that Sundays are my favourite days to blog, I usually prefer sharing articles that would encourage and motivate us to kick start the new week on these days. Two weekends ago, I shared a couple of quotes in a post titled 'Life on the tracks' so if you haven't read that, I suggest you check it out here.

One of the articles I prepared earlier for this week, was a poem about life on the track, and this one is by Marv Hardin, titled: 'The train of life'. It basically tells us that life is a train. Some ride with regrets, being stuck in the past, some ride with joy, being hopeful and optimistic towards their future. It all depends on you. How would you ride your train hence forth? I hope this poem inspires and encourages you to take a different turn/bend today if you have been living life stuck in the past. Enjoy.



The Train of Life


Some folks ride the train of life,
looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
and marking every year.

They sit in sad remembrance,
of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
and hang their head and cry. 

But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different bend,
I look forward to what life holds,
and not what has been spent.

So strap me to the engine,
as securely as i can be,
I want to be out on the front,
to see what I can see. 

I want to feel the winds of change,
blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
as I move from place to place.

I want to see what's coming up,
not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
it moves along too fast.

So if the ride gets bumpy,
while you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
your life has jumped the track.

It's alright to remember,
that's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
there's so much mystery. 

The enjoyment of living,
is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
to another year and ten.

It's searching all the byways,
never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
you gotta drive the train.


Hey guys,

Happy new month and happy Sunday.

I believe you've had a great week past, and a very blessed Sunday like mine. :)

Its the month of March again, and with it comes the long rainy season. Anyone a fan of this season? Well, I guess not!..Especially if you are a Nigerian. You know, most Nigerians have many reasons to wish the rain away. From messy environments owing to bad roads and bad drainage systems, to getting stuck in traffic on a raining week day,..the list could go on.

The one thing I love about the rainy season however, is the goodness it brings by the basketful. Yes! The green palatable fruits.


I'm not sure anyone gets as excited as I do when its mango season. I like to think that mangoes are pretty much one, if not the
best fruits.

In march, the trees get heavily pregnant with green mangoes and the rains gradually turn them yellow over time, giving me the pleasure I desire.

People however, do not find the need in observing the transformation of this irresistable fruit, due to the viciousness to make money. And so, they result in spending time and energy, using sticks to bring them down by force, and hot water to ripen them by fire. A process I'd normally call "by fire by force".

I remember back at school when we had a big mango tree in the middle of the assembly ground, it was strictly out of bound to be seen around the tree at anytime other than the assembly time, not to talk of plucking mangoes off the tree. Being the stubborn child and a tom boy that I was, I decided to go against the rules with a gang of fellow boys in girl's skin, by mapping out a plan, and volunteering to take the lead by climbing, in other to get the largest amount of mangoes, all things going as planned.

Shortly after I climbed and had succeeded in plucking a few mangoes, a staff on duty approached and everyone dispatched quickly with the little we were able to gather, except for me, who was ofcos, stuck on the tree.

Eventually, I was asked to come down, and in the process, came in contact with some sharp branches, leading to some injuries. I got detained for a while, and even got more injuries after being whipped messlessly by the staff on duty. To cut the long story short, I got lashed, got injured, missed dinner, got in the black book and by time I went back for my share of the mangoes, they were very sour. So much for the stress. There is really no satisfaction in eating green unripe mangoes for me.

I was in my room one morning and I heard thudding sounds. I peeped out of my window and smiled at the sight. The mangoes I was struggling to pluck a few weeks ago, were falling like leaves. Yellow succulent looking mangoes covered the ground and all we had to do, was bend down and pick. No fire, no force, no stress, no injuries..and I mused at the wonders of God.

"To everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven..." Ecclesiastes 3:1


When we force a thing to happen before its season, we don't enjoy the fullness of it. We miss out on the sweetness, and set our teeth on edge. We labour so hard for it, get bruised/scared in the process, and still end up not getting the best. Some even loose their lives in the process just because we refuse to wait for the right time.

We serve a God of seasons and every man has his season. Just because we don't see a person blossoming, doesn't mean his life is cursed or the fact that his business isn't going well, then he's a lazy man or a loser. The fact that he is not in his season doesn't make him useless. As a matter of fact, his roots are only generating and anchoring firmly underground in preparation for his sprout.

Time will come. And while we wait, let's not forget to prepare ourselves. No one cuts down a mango tree just because its out of season. Dont bring your life to a hault because you don't see immediate results. There is a season, and who knows, it might just be around the corner.

Have a blessed week ahead!..:)
Hey guys,

So I noticed that, the blog gets more veiws each time I put up a post full of pictures..especially that of myself lol..

I'm not one to be really into trends and fashion, but I do love taking pictures, especially when I feel like I put in some effort into getting my acts essembles and make up together.

In light of this, I decided to share a few pictures showing how I rocked my denim dress on Sunday.

I don't know why, but my sudden love for denim is becoming a bit awkward. I dont understand the sudden crave popping out from no where. I guess its because of it's uniqueness, durability, colours and shades, plus the fact that, you can pretty much do anything with it.


I  particularly love this shade of denim because you can use different colours on it and they would still blend in perfectly.

For me, I just decided to keep it really simple.















I'm sure there are better ways to rock a denim dress but this was how I rocked mine. What are your thoughts?

Hey guys,

I hope the week started off great? I did have one of the most beautiful weekends last week, and as much as I'd like to gist you guys, I'd rather save it for later. Or better still, talk about something different today.

So I wrote a poem a few weeks back, but I had no tittle for it. Two days ago, I stumbled on this picture amongst the ones I took on my day out to the park, and it inspired the tittle of this post. I hope you enjoy it. Please also let me know what you think.


If wishes were horses,
I'd have the best stories,
Some of those fairy.....
Tales with a happy ending.

If wishes were horses,
The moon would be blue
Then I'd find me a boo..
With just the perfect bloom

If wishes were horses,
There would be no pain
And the world would be,
Just a better place.

If wishes were horses
I'd give some pennies
In exchange for the worries
Or a sudden burry..

But wishes aren't horses.
So tales aren't fairy,
Happy endings do happen
But once in a blue moon.

But wishes aren't horses
So pain would be in cursive
life would be no bed..
Certainly not of roses

But wishes aren't horses
So worries have no boundaries
A penny can get you berries
But certainly not the merry.


- poem by Sophie Audu.




Hey guys,

Its been a while I must say. These days, all I keep asking my self is 'Where did my childhood go'? Honestly, I'm not about this adult life:- new day, new challenges and responsibilities. To make matters worse, the economy isn't even helping lol.

I don't know if it's just me but everyone seems to be facing difficult times right now in one way or another, and the road to recovery is long- very long, feeling longer everyday. You keep striving to move forward, but the path seems endless. The farther you go, the more it looks like the journey is stretching out longer ahead of you. Every time you think you've caught a break, something new comes along to challenge your progress.

You know how it is. Just when you get a bit of money saved, your car breaks down, an eye needs a laser surgery, a tooth needs a root canal, your roof starts to leak, costing pretty much what you've saved.

You get a raise at work and praise at your annual review, then three months later, get laid off because you are a drain on the payroll budget.

Maybe its even more deverstating, you and your children are evicted, you loose your health, a loved one.

Whether its something major that knocks the wind out of your spirit, or dozens of small things that pile on, crushing you under the weight of worry and strife, your energy is gone, your strength gone, your resolve shaken. You just want to sit down and rest physically, emotionally and spiritually. You may not feel as if you're moving forward, but, like the earth that continues to turn in its axis without your feeling it, life is moving on and so must we.


In light of this, here are some quotes to keep you going.


  • Dont give up trying to find your way. But remember, sometimes it takes bending to avoid breaking.



  • Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.


  • Dont go where the road leads rather, go where there is no road and leave a trail




  • Its never too late to be what you might have been



  • If your train of thought is going no where, switchtracks



  • A bend in the road is not the end of the road except you fail to make the turn.
  • Follow your dreams, they know the way.

The most beautiful people I’ve known are those who have known trials, have known struggles, have known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. No matter what you go through on the track of life, stay strong and never give up. Remember, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Have a great weekend.
I dont know about you, but I sure as hell love the Valentine season, especially because, it is a season of love. In light of this, I thought it would be the perfect time to share a story I stumbled upon a few weeks ago. I hope it enlightens your mind on the true definition of love as we celebrate the season.


A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner street, where the people were going in and out of the cold. The little boy was so cold himself that he wasn't really trying to sell many papers.
He walked up to a policeman nearby and said, "Mister, you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight. Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay."
The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "You go down the street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When they come out the door... you just say John 3:16, and they will let you in."
So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door, and a lady answered. He looked up and said, "John 3:16." The lady said, "Come on in, Son." She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went off. The boy sat there for a while and thought to himself: John 3:16.  I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm.
Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry?"
He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food," The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more. Then he thought to himself... John 3:16... Boy, I sure don't understand it but it sure makes a hungry boy full.
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for a while. As he soaked, he thought to himself: John 3:16... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out.
The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room, tucked him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night, he thought to himself: John 3:16... I don't understand it but it sure makes a tired boy rested.
The next morning the lady came back up and took him down again to that same big table full of food. After he ate, she took him back to that same big old split bottom rocker in front of the fireplace and picked up a big old Bible.
She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face. "Do you understand John 3:16?" she asked gently. He replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last night when the policeman told me to use it." She opened the Bible to John 3:16, and began to explain to him about Jesus.
You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either, how God was willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand the agony of the Father and every angel in heaven as they watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't understand the intense love for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till the end. I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth living.
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. -- John 3:16



Earlier this year, I asked God for a testimony(ies) and he gave me one.

Yesterday was a day I saw my life before my eyes, a day I knew what it felt like to have ones heart in her mouth, a day I experienced darkness and light at the same time, a day my father came through for me in the most miraculous way. It was my 'near death experience' day.

I had dismissed from church and was headed for a photoshoot session with my friends Susan and Emeka, when we found ourselves on a one way narrow road. We had driven quite a distance, and had kept to the left end of the road for the most part of the drive while a similar sized car had been driving on the right end of the road. Suddenly, a jeep surfaced behind us, and manueovered its way to the middle of both cars, in attempts to overtake. Having seen the danger, we tried to avoid it by swerving a little towards the left where there was a steep ditch, in hopes that he would adjust and find a balance but the reverse was the case. He lost his balance and swerved speedily into us. Before we knew it, the car began to spin and spin and spin...and all I could hear were driftings and screechings from the breaks of the cars. In that moment, I had lost sight of my environment, as all I could see was dust. I had lost my mind to panic and fear, that all I could utter was 'Jesus!!!' as we kept spinning. I had imagined another car running into us or falling into the steep ditch. I thought about my life, my family.. I remembered my late friend who passed in a similar way as I sobbed and screamed. Miraculously, it finally came to a stop and we found ourselves on the other side of the road, with no injuries at all.



I wept because I knew that was clearly God.

God's love is like an ocean. You can see the beginning but certainly not the end. He loves us endlessly. I'm indeed thankful for his grace, his mercies, love and protection over my life and that of my friends. I'm thankful that I can say:..I survived!!.