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I've had one of the most hectic days ever and as I think back to how it went, I'm impressed. I was literally doing so much at the same time and I couldn't understand how I do it, but I just do. There are days where you literally outdo yourself and the reward is being properly tired. Oh, how nice it is to be tired from doing what we once could only imagine, hope for, or pray about. Sometimes we get so caught up in the exhaustion that we forget to acknowledge the growth. We forget that there was a version of us that wished for opportunities, responsibilities and experiences that now make up our everyday lives. Today was stressful. It was demanding, it stretched me in ways I didn't expect, but it also reminded me that I am capable of more than I often give myself credit for. So dearest reader, I am allowing myself to be tired. Not frustrated or defeated. Just tired. The kind of tired that comes from showing up, giving your best and getting things done. And for that, I am g...

In a world where almost everybody is so careful about giving love, showing affection, and being all in, I genuinely feel that you can't fully experience the best of life if you don't give yourself to the risky business of being all in. You can't be too careful. If you're skeptical about people and scared of loving deeply and truly, how then will you discern the genuine from the fake? Someone once said so brilliantly, "You haven't found real love because you haven't given it." Have you genuinely gone all out? Or do you flee before it gets real enough to hurt you? Do you take the experiences of others as your truth and, in doing so, deny yourself depth? I read somewhere that when we stop walking in love, we begin walking out of depth. Everything becomes surface level, all topsoil and shallow layers that never truly stick. You're unable to be authentically yourself because you're scared. That's not even cowardice; it's simply being cruel t...

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm in pain. But first, from where to where? Since when did Favour Okwanyionu start liking football? And not just liking it, but passionately supporting a club? Alright,,, let's go back to the beginning. I didn't care about football. Not because there was anything remotely wrong with the sport, but because it simply wasn't interesting enough for me. I would often ask, "Why are 22 grown adults running around after one ball?" It seemed laughable. However, I have this friend who talks about football all the time on his status. Every major match, every football season, I wouldn't have peace. His status would be packed full of memes, updates, predictions, and banter. Over time, after constantly seeing his posts, I got used to them. I might not have watched a single match, but I usually knew what was happening because of his status updates and his very cruel memes. Now, sometime in early May, I came across a particular video on ...

How do you see your adversary? Sometimes, we make the mistake of either overestimating or underestimating our adversary. Not only is it unwise, but it is also a dangerous move that could cost you greatly in the long run. My coach would say, “Life is like a coin, and a coin has three sides; the head, the tail, and the edge.” The head side of this coin is this: when you see your opponent as superior, you unconsciously begin to see yourself as inferior, and that is such a limiting mindset. Because as a man thinks, so he is. Then there is the tail side of the coin: when you see your opponent as inferior or beneath you, you become vulnerable to mistakes because you overrate yourself and underrate them. And as King Solomon said, “Pride goes before destruction.” It is pride to assume another person is incapable of thinking deeply or seeing things from angles you have not considered. Finally, there is the edge of the coin. The unusual side where both extremes meet. The wisdom of the edge is ba...

We oftentimes forget to do the simple thing of standing up for ourselves. I know you're good at defending others. I know you'll go to war for the people you love, but would you go to war for you? Would you fight for yourself the way you fight for others? I read somewhere and I'll quote, “the love you so desperately crave, why don't you give it to yourself?” Allow me paraphrase; the love you so freely give others, would it kill you to give some to yourself too? Dearest reader, there was this popular meme I saw recently, it read, “Since consideration is the highest form of love, how come you don't consider yourself?” And truly, how come? How come you're patient with everyone else but harsh on yourself? How come you forgive others for making mistakes but punish yourself for every little thing? How come you constantly pour into people and still leave yourself empty? You deserve softness too. You deserve grace too. You deserve the same kindness you hand out so freely...

How do you keep on keeping on? A friend of mine reached out to me yesterday, commending how well I’m holding up given that it’s been a week since I lost my phone and I’ve still been showing up and carrying on like nothing happened. Omor, I didn’t even know what to say because really, how was I holding up? I was just going through each day and deciding to be happy. I remember spending a whole day crying and that didn’t bring back my phone. Me that does not like stress, anything that’s way out of my control, I won’t even allow it stress me. Being sad wasn’t going to fix it, so I chose not to drown in it. I chose to show up for me and still do what I normally do because I have a system that supports that. I hold myself to a certain standard, a certain routine and like the words from a poem I like say, “even if the light’s turned off and my fears are not gone, I’ll give it my best shot because the show must go on.” Dearest reader, I read somewhere that the world doesn’t stop for broken peo...