Every post is rooted in scripture, inspired by real life experiences.

 Awake… for the Sake of Tomorrow One quiet evening, my two daughters and I were singing a song by TY Bello — “Awake sleeping soldiers, for the sake of the children…” It was one of those moments that felt ordinary at first, yet carried a weight I didn’t immediately recognize. As we sang, my first daughter playfully replaced the lyrics with my younger daughter’s name and sang: “Awake oh Aliza, for the sake of tomorrow, for the sake of the school…” We laughed. It sounded innocent, lighthearted. But long after the song faded, the words stayed with me. They echoed in my thoughts. I kept returning to them, quietly pondering, until I realized they were more than playful words — they were a message speaking directly to me. And slowly, a truth dawned. Every one of us wakes up each day for a reason. Sometimes that reason is survival. Sometimes responsibility. Sometimes obligation. Sometimes hope. Even on days when it is inconvenient, even when strength feels thin, we still rise. We wake ev...

The Goodness of God in Rejection  All Things Are Working for Good Dear Reader, For a long time, I believed that the goodness of God was only visible in acceptance—in open doors, answered prayers, applause, and clear yeses. I thought God’s goodness looked like things working out smoothly, like being chosen, understood, celebrated, and affirmed by people. In my mind, favor meant ease, and blessing meant approval. But life has a way of teaching us deeper truths , truths that cannot be learned in comfort. I have learned that the goodness of God is also found in rejection. Rejection has a way of shaking the foundations of our faith. It makes us question everything, our worth, our calling, our prayers, even our ability to hear God clearly. Sometimes it comes quietly, through silence and neglect. Other times, it comes loudly, through disappointment and painful no’s. Either way, it leaves wounds, confusion, and unanswered questions. It can feel like abandonment. It can feel like God has st...

🗻Mountains  And Prophecies 🎤 This article is not written to bring down any faith, ministry, or to discourage anyone from listening to God’s prophets. Rather, it is written to encourage discernment, healing, and a deeper dependence on God. Not all prophecies are from God. Some are spoken out of selfish motives, some out of fear, and some truly come from God. This particular experience, though painful, helped my faith and drew me closer to God. There is a Yoruba proverb that says, “Ori tó máa jẹ́ ìkọ́,”  meaning "the head destined to take a knock will always find it".  Looking back, I understand that God was teaching me discernment through my journey. The Fear That Followed Prophecies After my earlier experience with a prophetess  as shared in a previous article titled - Breaking Free From Mind Slavery,       I encountered another prophetess , one who claimed to see visions and give prophecies. The things she said were frightening 😰. I succumbed ...

⛓️Breaking Free From Mind Slavery ⛓️ A Phase, Not a Forgetting This write-up is not to cause violence, offend anyone, or bring down any faith. It is written to encourage anyone walking through a difficult season to understand this truth: you have not been forgotten; you are only in a phase of life. 📖 Habakkuk 2:3 “For the vision is yet for an appointed time… though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come.” Often as Christians, we drift , not always out of rebellion, but out of pressure, fear, and the desire to survive. Scripture gently warns us: 📖 1 Corinthians 10:12 “Therefore let him who thinks he stands take heed lest he fall.” When Things Looked Good but Felt Empty Immediately after leaving technical school, I opened a shop, and business was booming. Customers came in, work increased, and money flowed. Yet with growth came responsibility. People depended on me, and the pressure became heavy. Even though income increased, it never felt enough to meet all the needs stari...

👂Listening To Him in Quiet and Unexpected Ways👂 Most times,  God speaks to us in ways that are gentle and unexpected. We hear Him through dreams, conversations, strong inner promptings , which I later understood to be the voice of the Holy Spirit , and sometimes through activities we never imagined could carry divine meaning. 📖 Job 33:14–15 “For God may speak in one way, or in another, yet man does not perceive it. In a dream, in a vision of the night…” My first clear encounter with hearing from God began when I was about ten years old. The First Dream I had a dream in the afternoon , not scary at first, but it gradually became unsettling. In the dream, I saw my mother standing beside an unidentified woman. They were both dressed in white, and there was an atmosphere of mourning around them. At that age, I didn’t know what to make of it. I didn’t pray about it or try to cancel it. I only assumed it was a nightmare , or perhaps an afternoon dream. A week later, I jokingly asked m...

Beyond Beauty:The Measure Of Life What Will Remain When You Are Gone? Some years ago, I attended two burial ceremonies , two women, two different days, two very different legacies. What stayed with me was not their ages, their outfits, or the size of the crowd. It was what people could , or could not , say when given the chance to speak. At the first burial, only four people were invited to share. The first speaker cried deeply and said, “I will miss mummy.” Then she struggled, paused, and added that the woman was beautiful… and that people should avoid making her angry because she could be destructive. That was all. The next speaker stood up, clearly overwhelmed, but words failed her. She repeated that she would miss her. The third spoke about appearance, how the woman dressed well, matched her clothes from head to toe, and looked elegant. Then she ended with, “I will miss her.” And that was it. A month later, I attended another burial. Again, the anchor invited people to speak—but th...

Was It Coincidence… or Grace? There are moments in life that quietly interrupt our routines,  moments that do not come with loud announcements or dramatic signs, yet leave a lasting imprint on the heart.  They are not immediately labeled as miracles. They don’t feel extraordinary in the moment. But long after they pass, they return to us as questions we cannot ignore. Moments that make you pause and wonder. Moments that ask gently, Was that coincidence… or grace? One morning, I was on my way to work and boarded a bus as usual. Nothing felt unusual. My thoughts were ordinary, my movements familiar. There was no sense of danger, no spiritual alert, no internal warning. Then suddenly , without deep thought or urgency,   I remembered I needed to get some drugs. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t something I had been thinking about earlier. I simply stood up and alighted at a bus stop just before my usual stop. I got what I needed and decided to trek home since it wasn’t far. M...