Posts

I Missed It But God Didn't

Image
“Treasure of my heart and of my soul… In my weakness You are merciful. Redeemer of my past and present wrongs, Holder of my future years to come…” Tears were all the expression I could give that day as I sat in my room, my guitar resting in my hands. That one language only Abba could fully understand was, surprisingly, the only one I could speak in that moment- tears. I had shed more tears in the last three months than I had in a very long time- tears of shame, of feeling overwhelmed, of helplessness. But this time, the tears seemed to speak a different language. _______________________________________________ Uche- my close friend and brother- had just walked me to my house, hugged me, and turned to go. But somehow this hug felt abnormal today. It seemed to awaken all the “good feeling” hormones in my body, and I suddenly realised: I was a woman. We had hugged countless times before, but this one felt different. What had changed? Probably my physiological cycle, I...
5 comments
Read more

LIGHT? T'WAS LOVE

Image
I remember that day vividly: Walking through that path with my hand tucked into His - my Elder. Yes, my Elder. The possessive pronoun wasn’t careless; it meant something deeper. It spoke of years of consistency, love, and the quiet comfort of knowing someone who always came back for me. He had visited me since I was a child, and though His visits weren’t daily, each one left marks in my spirit. This time, however, felt different. It felt heavier. The world around us was cloaked in darkness so thick it felt alive. Only the light radiating from Him kept me from stumbling. As we walked, I noticed a pillar of light far off - a destination, maybe, or a promise waiting to be fulfilled. Then, I saw her. A young woman walking along the path, bruises on her skin, a golden badge on her shoulder hiding an old scar that seemed to heal by secondary intention. She moved slowly, cautiously, the scar still part of her story. My Elder saw my questioning eyes and spoke gently:  “ She got that deep c...
5 comments
Read more

GIVE ME THE SPRINGS ALSO

Image
Eight months ago, I received what I believed was a dream come true - an answered prayer. I was elected as the Sisters’ Coordinator in my campus fellowship, and it felt like destiny unfolding before my eyes. This wasn’t a random appointment. In my second year, God had already whispered the possibility to my heart. And for two years, I prayed almost daily for my sisters. Their pain pierced me. Their stories stirred something deep within me - a burden, a call, and a compassion so raw that I often found myself dreaming of a women’s foundation where I could listen, counsel, and heal. Even before the office came, many sisters trusted me. They came to me with their wounds, and I knew I carried grace for this. But I also believed the influence would be more potent if it flowed through the structure of leadership. So when the interview came, I boldly declared, "I’d gladly serve my sisters." I had my vision clear, my plans outlined, and the love of my sisters - what could go wrong? I s...
7 comments
Read more

SHOULD WE EXPECT ANOTHER?

Image
There I was again - fasting, praying, crying. It was the sixth day. My lips were dry from tongues unceasing, and my eyes sore from tears that had no timetable. Yet, the heavens remained quiet. No answer. No shift. Just silence. “For how much longer will you accuse Me of unfaithfulness when you've not asked the right question? For how much longer will those tears linger when you're not praying aright? ” His voice interrupted my grief. “What? But Lord... I pray long in tongues over this matter. I cry. I wait. What else should I be doing?” He replied with a gentleness that pierced deeper than any rebuke: “ Yes, you pray in tongues... but you're not letting Me pray through you. You come with your script. You refuse to yield. You do the tongues and walk away unchanged. Unbroken.” Unbroken. That word lingered like a verdict. You see, I wasn’t battling an infirmity like Paul nor facing barrenness like Hannah. I was stuck. Desperately stuck. And what made it worse was that I was st...
5 comments
Read more

OUTDATED

Image
Sophie sat on the metal bench just outside the ICT office. Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed in the 9-digit code on her student ID card for the fifth time. The screen blinked. Access denied. She exhaled hard, gripping the card as if squeezing it could force the system to respond differently. She knew the number by heart. She had carried that identity for five long years—lectures, exams, clinicals, even student dues. So why wasn’t it working? She stood up and approached Deji, the ICT personnel seated in the corner. He looked up, unconcerned, and asked for her details again. He barely glanced at the ID card before shaking his head. “This number is outdated.” Sophie’s face twisted in disbelief. “Outdated? What do you mean? I’m a 500-level medical student. I’m not just enrolled—I’m active. How can my ID be outdated?” Her voice rose with each word. A mix of confusion and insult. She paced the room, anger in her steps. What kind of system erases a student who’s still breathing withi...
6 comments
Read more

THE MYOPE

Image
Chidi, my childhood friend and best friend, held my hand gently as we walked toward his room. It was my 25th birthday, and if there’s one thing Chidi had mastered over the years, it was giving me the most timely, uncanny, and precise gifts. Many times, I hadn’t even known what I needed—until he gave it. This year, I was curious, expectant. What could top all the previous gifts? Chidi: "Just a little bit more..." Me: "I can't wait abeg. Where's the long-awaited gift?" Chidi: "Yeahhhh... Here we go... Have it." I took the small box from his hands, opening it with anticipation. Inside was… a pair of medicated eyeglasses. Thick-lensed. Heavy. Possibly around -6.25OD. Me: "I... I don't understand. Why are you gifting me this? Was this the surprise? How?" Chidi: "Yes, Sandra. This is the gift I was setting up for you. The best gift for a MYOPE." Me: "Me? Myope? But I never said I had problems with my eyes..." I looked ba...
7 comments
Read more

HE SMILED

Image
The doctor’s voice cracked like glass in the silence. “I’m sorry… we lost her.” The air shifted in the room. Her mother’s scream split through it—raw, primal. Her father stood frozen, eyes glassy, the weight of years collapsing on his shoulders. The world dimmed. Treasure couldn't die. She just couldn't die. Not now! Not after living so painful a life! Wasted 24 years! Goddddd! _______________________________________________ Treasure walked a lonely, unfamiliar path. There was no pain in her bones anymore, no needles in her veins. But her heart... oh, her heart carried a heaviness words couldn’t hold. She whispered into the wind, “So… this is it? My life—over, and I’ve told no one of You? Your victories left untold. Your melodies left unsung. All our encounters ended with no ears hearing them. Was this all I was capable of?” Tears spilled freely. “I thought I would do more,” she said. “I thought I would be more.” She remembered the prophecy her dad had told her abou...
4 comments
Read more