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🌻Chapter 19

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Today, I turned 19. Such an odd number abi? Lol  This past year taught me things no textbook ever could. About letting go, about holding on. About trusting God, even when the picture wasn't clear. About loving myself, even when I didn't feel enough. At 19, I’m not trying to have it all figured out. I've come to understand that knowing me, finding me , loving me, is a life long journey. But I know I’m growing. I know I’m healing, I'm learning to forgive myself for all the wrongs I've been through. And I know I’m walking into something beautiful. I'm becoming. This age feels like quiet confidence. Like choosing peace over pressure. Like soft girl era, but rooted in divine strength. I’ve cried, laughed, failed, learned, tried again. I’ve lost people, found myself, and still managed to keep showing up. That alone deserves celebration. So here’s to 19: To loving louder. To praying bolder. To walking into rooms like I belong, because I do. To writing my st...

SHITTY MEASURE!

So recently, I made it a goal to write and post my daily content on time. However, I have not been able to keep up. The major reason is that I often have busy mornings and afternoons most of the time, and it's a hassle to get myself to focus while juggling several other things. Writing in the evenings works for me because I'm well-rested and more focused. Evenings are a time I take a break to evaluate how my day went, cringe at the absurd things I did or said, or scold myself over something. And from this self-evaluation often comes inspiration. The words just flow like water to a stream lol. Now imagine me trying to force myself to write and post before 5 pm. Crazy much, right? Everybody is like, "You can do it," "It's very possible." The truth is, they are right. I could do it. In fact, I did it a couple of times and trust me, I felt fly. However, I realized it wasn't something I could sustain, and this left me feeling defeated. I’d get sad on days...

DO YOU LOVE GOD?

"By living right, you show that you respect the Lord; by being deceitful, you show that you despise him." ~ Proverbs 14:2 (CEV) I feel like King Solomon was stating a hard truth when he wrote the verse above, because at the end of the day, we are more defined by what we do than what we say. We may claim to be something, yet our actions and lifestyle often say otherwise. Take a moment to reflect on what your lifestyle reveals about you. Does it align with who you claim to be, or is it far removed from your words? It's like the proverbial stingy man who says, "Eat and drink," but his heart is not with you. This shows that verbal statements can be empty. We may say one thing but mean another, and words alone carry little weight. Therefore, it's not about what you say, but how you live—your culture, your habits, and your values. When asked if we love God, we are quick to say yes. But do we truly love Him? Do our actions and inactions show respect for Him or cont...

Reality vs Idea

Recently, I took a video editing course. It was fun, and I learned new editing tricks and concepts. But then I had to implement them. So yesterday, I recorded one of my written poems and decided to singlehandedly edit it into something worthy of posting on Instagram. My dear! The next time you see a video editor, please give them a thumbs up. Let’s even leave the editing part first, there was the recording! I wrote this poem, but my facial expressions were giving all the wrong vibes. After shooting over 20 videos, I finally decided to edit one. I did the basic edits. It was stressful but going well. Then boom, I got to the part where I needed a soothing background sound. I searched and searched. It was so frustrating. Nothing was working. I gave up a million and one times. Dearest reader, I won’t lie to you. Till now, I haven’t completed editing the video (I'll share it once I’m done), and it’s not even up to one minute long. This experience has made me appreciate art more. There a...

Anger can be a weapon or a shield.

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Today was a fun one for me. I had a couple of experiences, but the best part was hanging out with my sister. As we chatted, I had to fill her in on everything that had been going on since the last time we had a proper one-on-one conversation. I was sharing a particular incident with her, something that really got me enraged, when she asked a question that took me aback. She said, "Beyond the anger and hate, do you absolutely think nothing else is there?" That question got me thinking. I once read somewhere: "Anger is a potent spice; a pinch wakes you up, but too much dulls your senses." The thing about rage is that it consumes. It consumes you so deeply that all you see is what’s directly in front of you, and to only see what's in front of you is, essentially, to be blind. Sometimes we get angry at things and use that anger as an excuse to shield and hide our true feelings or thought processes about the situation. Dearest reader, remember: a pinch wa...

CHRONICLES OF LADY AVA: It isn’t what it is.

There's this popular phrase we often use casually or without thinking much of it, “It is what it is.” But Ava doesn’t agree with it. One day, she addressed it and said, “It isn’t what it is; instead, it is what we make it.” Saying or believing “it is what it is” is like programming your mind to take things as they come, surrendering your life to chance or luck. Yes, we may be minute in the grand scheme of things, but we are not nothing. Our actions and inactions shape our lives. Let’s not forget that a large percentage of our experiences are consequences of our own decisions. But it's human nature to shrug off the role we played and easily push the blame to someone else, or in this case, the universe. Dearest reader, allow me to resound this: It isn’t what it is, it is what we make it. What we consciously or unconsciously make of our reality, the decisions we take while considering the ripple effects and all that comes with them. We make our reality. We shape our experiences. @...

"How are you handling it?"

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Recently, I was talking to a friend about something tragic I went through, and he asked me, "How's your mental health handling it atm?" Omor, I weak! I hadn’t thought about that before. And it got me thinking about how quickly we want to move on from things, how fast we want to get it over with, which in turn leads us to handle it poorly. In my head, I was like, "Handling it ke?" Me that ran away from the hurt until it circled back to me on a random afternoon at a close-up dead end. I read somewhere that pain demands to be felt. If it doesn’t hurt, then it's not pain. So this running away from confronting hurt is just a delay. Dearest reader, how are you handling things? How did you handle the last time you went through something that could break someone? That thing we do where we avoid, run away, or cover up pain with too much work, it never works. Embrace it! @favvy_Okwans🖤.