Lessons from Nike


My classmate, Nike did something that shocked me. It was the eve of Valentine’s and she gave out presents to every member of the class. What endeared me to her was that these weren’t generic presents. She actually took the time to say something about each person. For me, that was a true expression of love. More


Dealing with Separation



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What is it about separation that seems to tear the soul apart? You meet strangers who become family and friends. And soon you have to bid them goodbye because life beckons. Why is there so much pain in separation?   More

Road to Recovery 2



Hi, everyone!

I’m a recovering anxiety-ridden adult… just like 90%of other young adults who constantly try to figure out what life has in store. You know what? Life’s gonna open that storehouse with or without your over analytical competencies. More

Movie Review: The Shack


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Heaven knows 

The tears you’ve shed 

The words you regret 

The loss that rips your heart 

The smile you can’t remember when last you had  More

Not Just Another Checklist



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In finding our ‘perfect’ or ‘right’ mates, most times we have checklists that give us an idea of what we want and don’t want in a mate. While the idea of having checklists is good, I think it can get shallow at times. And that’s why this post is about a different approach to finding your life partner.

Man is made up of three components – the body, the soul and the spirit. These for me are the three levels of connection one must have.  More

Of Butterflies, Rings and Growth



Hi guys!

I started out this year with a vision of discovery and growth. There’ve been times I pursued after growth and other times when growth pursued me and I ran away. Lol. Ironic isn’t it? Most times we want to grow and become the beautiful butterflies but the process of change can be so painful that you remain content being a caterpillar. More

Night Files: Goodbyes are for losers


Goodbyes are forLosersKaycee clutched the hands that had interwoven themselves with hers. The bus queue was long, typical of the first Friday of the month in Lagos. Buses were usually hired to convey church attendants to the Redemption Camp at the outskirts of Lagos and that left most commuters a little stranded, scrambling for the few buses that came by. None did today and for once, this didn’t bother her. The brisk after rain wind blew across her face sending cold shivers down her spine. She knew it was more than the cold that made her shiver. It had everything to do with Lanny who had said nothing for the past thirty minutes. Not after she told him the news. More

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