Favvy_Okwans🖤

I read somewhere that the people who get their happily ever after are not the ones who sit around waiting for life to hand them things. Today was one of those days. Busy, stressful, annoying… just everything at once. And my final task for the day was to attend to a particular business owner, then finally head home. When I got to her place, it was drizzling outside. She welcomed me in, and I immediately started doing what I came there for. But you know the relationship between rain and network, right? Exactly. Network became frustrating, and what was supposed to take just 20 minutes stretched into something way longer. Now guess what. This woman didn’t offer me a chair. She was sitting comfortably, while I stood there trying to sort out the work I came for. And I hate standing for too long, so in my head I kept hoping she would say, “lemme get you a sit.” She didn’t. I stood there for a long time, until I genuinely felt like I might faint if I kept standing. That was when I finally aske...

There are three women I greatly admire: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Huwa, and Esther Paul. For me, it’s how they stand out in what they do, how they carry themselves with grace, and how you can tell they’re intentional about growth. I love several fragments of them. I am fortunate to have direct access to one of these great women, and that is Esther Paul. So, somewhere last week, Esther Paul posted someone on her status and the caption was really heartfelt. It was about a certain woman who was a role model to her while she was growing up. And the key things she mentioned in describing that woman were the exact same things I would use to describe Esther Paul herself. And that’s when it dawned on me. That my Esther Paul has an “Esther Paul.” In the sense that, the same way she has been an inspiration to me, she also has someone that is an inspiration to her. Someone she looks up to. Someone who helped shape her mindset and her values. Isn’t that cliché? But it makes so much sense. And it f...

“Who are you?” He asked. No, not your name. Not your hustle. Not your profession you wear like perfume to make people respect you. I mean you, beyond the certificates. Beyond the applause, Beyond what you own. Who are you.when every title is peeled off like skin? And I swear, I almost answered fast. “I’m Favour Okwanyionu.” I’m a writer and a lover. A girl with dream the size of the sun, and ink-stained fingers. But the question sat heavier than my mouth could carry. Because really who am I without all the things I do? Who am I when life strips me clean and leaves me with nothing but breath? And right there it dawned on me. My identity was never in my name. Never in my work, Never in my gifts. My identity is in Him. So if you ask me again, who I am? I am what remains when life undresses me I am His. I AM I AM’S. Dearest reader, merry Sunday  @favvy_Okwans🖤.

Gist from my day!! So today, I met up with an old time kiddo from my secondary school days. Funny story of how we even became close sef. Embarrassing actually, but we learn everyday abi not? Back then, I was in SS1 and he was in JSS2. There was a debate competition and I entered so last minute. The organisers already knew my sisters, and the Okwanyionus had this reputation for being good at debates. And to be fair, I really was. The topic was simple, so I didn’t even sweat it. I only started panicking and preparing on the actual day of the competition. But even at that, I wasn’t panicking too much because… come on, it was a JSS student jhor. Ladies and gentlemen. This child beat me. Yes o. He literally washed me down. Clean. Thoroughly. It was so embarrassing. Now, I wasn’t the only reason my team lost the debate, but as chief speaker, I did a very poor job preparing the team, and I underestimated my audience a little too much. After that event, somehow, this boy and I became quite clo...

Who else has had a long week? Because me? Omor, I’ve had an exhaustmutating week (yes, a collab of exhausted and overstimulated). The kind of week that will make you almost crash out, but you don’t even have the energy to crash out properly. Yesterday, I was this close, but I just ended up watching movies because that was all my body could handle. But today, being the last work day, I was in the mood to loosen up small. And having my two powerhouse sisters around? Ah. It started as us casually singing old songs we grew up listening to, shouting lyrics like we wrote them ourselves. Next thing, it turned into real dancing. Now let me not lie, I have two left legs when it comes to dancing. But with my sisters? Will I not dance? I danced my heart out and it was honestly so much fun. We were literally soaked in sweat at the end, like we just finished a concert. After everything, I had my bath and the relief I felt was like a heavy burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I just felt, light....

You guyssssssss. I’m horrible at taking negative feedback. I take it oo, but I don’t take it gracefully. I won’t thank you and be sunny about it. I’ll sulk. Yes, I’ll be silly. However, I’ll never forget feedback or throw it under the bus. So, knowing me is knowing that I won’t be excited about the helpful feedback you give me, but I’ll take it. In the long run, I’ll be eternally grateful, and you’ll see that I’ve made the necessary adjustments. It’s not my finest attribute, but well… it’s there. Sooo, that was exactly how my boss complained yesterday about a PowerPoint presentation slide I’ve been preparing for him for a while now. He had some issues with it and omor, I was honestly pained and hurt. What do you mean my efforts are “basic” and “not giving”? And being Favour Okwanyionu, I was pissed. Livid, in fact. I went home angry, but in that anger, I visited YouTube, watched what others were doing, and even though I still won’t fully agree that my own was lacking, I pic...