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When Certainty Meets Failure

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Recently I have been looking forward to something I wanted so badly. I have tried at it a couple of times before and omor it has not been easy. But this time was different, I told myself that I was certain about the success of the outcome. It was finally time, I deserved this, God and I had agreed on this, I had qavah-ed... you know these things naw. Well, long story short, the first wave of disappointment came and boom! It revealed the depth of my certainty. I felt the fear and desperation of each time I had failed at this, and though I was being positive, my certainty was replaced with dread, the panic that history was bound to repeat itself. And this led to a loop of questioning my reality, trying to decipher what I had done wrong this time. With my initial certainty shaking, it had me wonder if truly I was ever certain of the things I spewed. Did it end at the tip of my tongue or did it go further into my heart? Dearest reader, that is the thing about failure, it brings...

When Certainty Meets Failure

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Recently I have been looking forward to something I wanted so badly. I have tried at it a couple of times before and omor it has not been easy. But this time was different, I told myself that I was certain about the success of the outcome. It was finally time, I deserved this, God and I had agreed on this, I had qavah-ed... you know these things naw. Well, long story short, the first wave of disappointment came and boom! It revealed the depth of my certainty. I felt the fear and desperation of each time I had failed at this, and though I was being positive, my certainty was replaced with dread, the panic that history was bound to repeat itself. And this led to a loop of questioning my reality, trying to decipher what I had done wrong this time. With my initial certainty shaking, it had me wonder if truly I was ever certain of the things I spewed. Did it end at the tip of my tongue or did it go further into my heart? Dearest reader, that is the thing about failure, it brings...

Do You Really Know?

You know that thing where you know exactly what you should be doing, what is right, yet you fall short in action? You know the way, but stumble at going the way. You give Stella advice, but you would do so much better if you took your own advice. You should know better, but really you do not. From the layers of your lips there is knowledge, but beyond your lips nothing. Then you do not know. There are levels to this thing called knowing. Hearing is not knowing, learning is not knowing, knowing is not knowing. It takes being and doing to actually know. Emphasis on being. I read somewhere that if you are sure of something then you will practice it. In other words, when you know a thing you do not just say it, you live it. Dearest reader, the insight you share, do you really know it, have you truly learned it, or are you just quoting something whose depth you do not understand? When you say "it is well," are you saying it because you understand and believe it, or are you just re...

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You know that moment when what you dread comes upon you? It feels cruel, like your fear has finally caught up with you, like fearing is somehow deserving, and it is often frustrating. It seems as though we can never run too far from the very things we loathe, fear, or do not want to be associated with. So we go on, hanging on by a thread. We cover our fear with hope, our insecurities with false faith. We chant "it is well" while it is not. We say "I am strong" at our very lowest, hoping it gets better. But saying is not being. And faith is not denial. It is not. Dearest reader, I read somewhere that if you are truly sure of something, you will practice it. Faith is in daily routine, not just in muttering words. When you say things, do they go beyond your lips? Is your supposed faith at the tip of your tongue or rooted deep in your heart? @favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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Growth sometimes is subtle Like today, I had this thing I do on stage every service for this program we have going on. The program comes with quotes, confessions, and poems, all written for each day of the program. It is my duty to read the poems during each service. It is not tasking at all, but my heart would not stop pounding each time I went up, and afterwards I would be shaking for like two minutes outside before getting myself back. But this day was different. My phone, which I usually read from, suddenly seized on stage. Confusion flooded me because I did not know the poem by heart. I tapped and tapped, still nothing. I pressed the off button and turned it back on, and boom it was working, so I continued reading the rest of the poem. Only after getting off stage did I realize how, in that split second of trying to get my phone to work again, instead of wishing the ground would open up and swallow me, I did not even think about how embarrassing it was. Me? Favour Okwanyionu? Lord...

WHAT ARE YOU BELIEVING?

"What you believe you will see, because whatever you believe gains mastery over your life" ~ X Ever noticed how, the moment you get acquainted with a person, suddenly it feels like they are everywhere? You begin to see their face on social media, hear their name in conversations, and even notice people who look like them on the street. It is almost as though your mind has been tuned to pick them out. This is the same way fear works. You begin to experience that which you fear greatly because fear is also a form of belief. The moment you hold it firmly in your heart, it gains power over your life and shapes what you attract. Dearest reader, what are you believing? Because whether you like it or not, what you see as possible is what you attract.  I was having a conversation with a friend today, and we argued that we do not just attract people by chance, we attract the kind of people who mirror our belief system. We attract the energy we give off, the possibilities we see, and t...

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Story Time! A friend I had blocked a couple of months back reached out to me today, apologising for taking me for granted. My first reaction was excitement, that genuine joy that comes with getting a message from a long-time friend you have been disconnected from. Funny thing is, I couldn’t even remember why I was mad at him or what caused our issues in the first place. So while he apologised, I found myself ransacking my brain to recall what had happened. Later in the day, I told my sister about it and she teased me about being too nice. Madam even remembered exactly what the said friend did that offended me. But the highlight of the whole thing for me was not the apology. I didn’t need it, because I had already forgiven and forgotten. What struck me was the act of coming back, the realisation of “I messed up” and then owning up to it by admitting it. I am not saying I am perfect. The point is, it is always grand when people take responsibility for their actions. It speaks of growth, ...