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There’s such a thing as speaking up and not being heard. I had never really thought about it before, but now I get it. Speaking and being heard are completely different things. To speak up is one thing, the one thing we are told we are free to do, the one thing we are encouraged to share, the one thing that is somehow our fundamental human right. But to be heard, actually heard, not just listened to, but intentionally understood in the way you mean to be understood, that is something entirely different. Because you can pour out the entirety of your heart and people would still hear what they want to hear. You could try diplomacy, and somehow rudeness would be picked out from between words you never said, you could explain yourself until you run out of ways to explain, and still walk away knowing nothing you said actually reached them. You learn quickly that talking about it doesn’t necessarily help it. Talking about it doesn’t solve it, talking about it doesn’t make it disappear, talki...
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If you survive a near death experience and afterwards, when you wake up, you feel this surge of courage, like you can do anything, like you've been so close to death that you no longer care what comes next, you'd imagine that's how the rest of your life is going to be. But there's a thing about feelings; they pass. There's even a medical explanation for that sudden rush. When your body believes you're in danger, it activates the sympathetic nervous system, flooding you with stress hormones like adrenaline and noradrenaline. Your heart races, your senses sharpen, your body prepares to fight or flee, and your brain becomes intensely focused on survival. After an extreme experience, that heightened state can sometimes leave you feeling euphoric, fearless or strangely invincible. But the nervous system eventually settles, the chemicals wear off, the intensity fades, and you return to your usual emotional baseline. Essentially, that's the thing about feelings. Th...
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What happened versus your interpretation of what happened?

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On today's episode of Grey's Anatomy, something interesting happened that immediately stood out to me. I literally let out a scream because, God damn it!  So, there was this old intern who came to the hospital, Norman. He was a 63-year-old man who had gone to medical school and somehow chose surgery as his specialty. Now, as a surgical intern, the workload is crazy. The hours are long, the pressure is intense, and apparently, complaining doesn't exactly get you a day off, so imagine a 63-year-old man doing all of that. One day, Norman collapsed in the OR and suffered what could have been a devastating stroke. Thankfully, the best neurosurgeon was on call that day, they operated on him, and he survived. In our usual way of thinking, you would probably say, "Well, he's 63, he has no business being a surgical intern, the workload alone is enough to finish this man. He should have picked another specialty, maybe psychiatry or something less physically demanding." ...
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Have you ever felt so powerless? Like you're in a situation you shouldn't be in, and you can't seem to do anything about it. Like a “my hands are tied” kind of scenario, but not physically. You're free, but you're not, you're indebted, you're going around carrying invisible chains of expectations and obligations around your neck. You want to leave, but you can't, you want to say no, but you feel like you owe them a yes, you want to make a decision for yourself, but then you remember everything they've done for you, everything they've sacrificed, and suddenly your freedom feels like something you have to earn. And the thing is, sometimes nobody is even holding you there. You're the one holding yourself there. Not because you don't know what you want, but because you know what choosing yourself might cost you. You know the disappointment it might bring. The questions, the “after all I've done for you?” The feeling that you're being ...
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“If I love you enough, I’ll let you go.” ~ Burke Sometimes, we do not really love people. We love the idea of them. We love who they could become, or who we want them to be. On today’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy, a character said something that stood out to me. Lemme first give a little background story. Cristina is crazy, the kind of self driven, ambitious woman who doesn’t want marriage. But then she falls in love with another surgeon, Burke. He’s equally ambitious and driven, but he also wants marriage and all that stuff. Because Cristina loves Burke, she is willing to walk down that aisle, even though marriage isn’t really what she wants. And we are often told that love requires us to give up parts of ourselves. That we have to be flexible, bend, compromise, open ourselves up to new ideas. And maybe that’s true, maybe the marriage would have worked, maybe it would have been a disaster. But just before she walked down the aisle, Burke came to a realisation. Nah, she could walk down t...
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I was having a conversation today. It was partly ragebait, I know. I was being ragebaited, and he was playing devil’s advocate. It was about people who are hurting and end up bleeding on innocent people simply because they are hurting. He was of the opinion that it wasn't fair, but it happens. Life isn't fair, and how else is the hurting person supposed to pour out all that hurt and rage? I was so pissed, ehn. Because life is already hard, and when somebody refuses to grow up and heal, they can end up hurting good people who had absolutely nothing to do with what happened to them. Then those people get hurt, they carry that hurt somewhere else, and before you know it, we have the messy society we all complain about today. There is absolutely no excuse for trauma dumping on a real human being. Carry the heartbreak, carry the betrayal, carry the hurt or whatever it is you're going through to the gym. Put it into working on yourself, put it into making more money, put it into ...
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ILLUMINATION.

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“Your word is a lamp for my feet, and a light for my path.” ~ Psalm 119:105 I'm sure you most definitely know the above verse of Scripture. You must've even recited it during childhood in children's section. It's one of those verses we've quoted so much that we don't really pay attention to the poetry in it. Lol Let's take the verse apart, shall we? If it were translated more closely to the original Hebrew, it would read something like: “A lamp to my feet is Your word, and a light for my path.” Now, a lamp in the ancient world generally illuminated the immediate area around you. It wasn't necessarily a floodlight showing you everything that was ahead. It gave you enough light to see where you were and where to place your next step. And I was in service today when I was used to illustrate the above verse, and it completely changed my understanding of it. In the illustration, I had a goal. The goal was to find Uncle Ade, our protocol head. Now, I was asked...
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“The way we love God should reflect in the way we love people.” ~ X You can't say you love God and not love people, because God is love. Our love for people should flow from our love for God. The more we understand how deeply God loves us, the more that love should begin to shape the way we treat the people around us. And no, I don't mean that loving people means you'll always like them, agree with them, or enjoy being around them. People can be difficult, they can hurt us, disappoint us, misunderstand us, and sometimes, they can make loving them feel like serious spiritual warfare.  But love isn't always a feeling, I like to say, love is a decision, we get to decide to love with intentions, It's giving people grace because you remember how much grace you've received. It's seeing someone else's humanity even when they're getting on your last nerve. Jesus didn't tell us to love only the people who love us back. He told us to love our neighbours, l...
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Talking is easy when we feel comfortable and safe, words flow, sentences come with ease. There are people we can easily yap around, tell our random thoughts to, share our stories with, and somehow, talking to them never feels like work. Then there are people we don't share things with. Talking about our feelings feels difficult, and sometimes, we don't even know how to begin. But maybe instead of asking, "Why doesn't this person talk to me?" we should sometimes ask, "What kind of environment have I created for this person to feel safe enough to talk?" Because vulnerability isn't something you can demand from people, it is something you create room for. If every time someone opens up, we judge them, dismiss their feelings, interrupt them, or use what they told us against them later, why would they feel safe enough to come back? The funny thing is, most times, people don't need you to have the perfect response. They just need to know that their hon...
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"Yeah me too" .

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Pastor Dolapo once gave a definition of friendship that I really loved. He said friendship is when one person becomes vulnerable and reaches out to the next person, and the other person is equally vulnerable and says, “You too?” And the first person reaches back and says, “Me too.” There’s something so beautiful about that. The idea that friendship is not just about having someone who celebrates with you when things are good, but having someone who can sit with you in the places you don’t always know how to explain. Someone who can hear your “I’m struggling” and say, “Me too.”  And I think it becomes even more beautiful when he related it to our relationship with Jesus. Scripture says we do not have a High Priest who is unable to sympathize with the feelings of our infirmities. Jesus understands. There is literally nothing you will ever feel that Christ hasn’t felt in some way. Nothing you will ever walk through that makes Him look at you and say, “I don’t understand.” So when I co...
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A BAD DAY

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In this life, you will have days that test your patience, stretch your strength and make you wonder how much more you can possibly take. But it is important to remember that a bad day is not a bad life. Yes, your day may suck, but it doesn't mean your life does. A project may fail, a plan may fall apart, someone may disappoint you, and you may even disappoint yourself. But none of these things automatically make you a failure. I think there is an art to separating the problem from the person. Sometimes, we forget that there is a thin line between what happened and who we are. A project can fail without the person in charge being a failure. You can make a bad decision without being a bad person, you can have a terrible day without having a terrible life. Dearest reader, the point is, it is okay to fail as long as you do not make failure your identity. It is okay to have crappy days, the kind that leave you questioning your very essence, wondering if any of it is worth it. Just remem...
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WHEN IT COMES TOO EASY

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Have you ever noticed how when something comes too easily to someone, they sometimes struggle to see its value? It’s almost crazy when you think about it. Give someone something without making them work for it, and there’s a higher chance they’ll treat it carelessly. But let that same person struggle for it, sacrifice for it, wait for it, and suddenly, they know exactly how valuable it is. Maybe that’s why we sometimes value the things we had to fight for more than the things we received effortlessly. And honestly, I think this applies to more than just material things. Friendships, opportunities, money, knowledge and even people. Sometimes, when we become too comfortable with having something, we forget that it is a privilege to have it at all. But here’s the part that gets me: something being easy does not mean it is worthless, not everything valuable has to come with pain attached to it. Sometimes, God gives us things through grace, not because we suffered enough to deserve them. De...
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PAIN IS THERE FOR A REASON

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On today’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy, there was one particular case that stood out to me. The patient was a 12 year old girl who believed she had superpowers because she couldn’t feel pain. She went around carelessly because, whether she stumbled, got punched in the stomach, or even put her hands in boiling water, she wouldn’t feel a thing. But here’s the crazy part: even though she couldn’t feel the pain, her body still registered the damage. She would even tell people to punch her in the stomach because, well, what could possibly go wrong? At one point, someone beat her with a baseball bat, and because she didn’t feel any pain, everyone assumed she was fine. She wasn’t. She had internal bleeding and was close to dying. They only discovered it because they took her for an X ray despite the fact that she insisted she was okay. And that got me thinking about pain. Dearest reader, without pain, we might never truly understand the extent of our wounds. Pain may be frustrating, uncomfortab...
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I have had one of those crazy days, the kind that leaves you pissed about something that happened hours ago. By the time I got home, all I wanted to do was watch Grey’s Anatomy and sleep. I was ready to be done with the day. But well, today had other plans. Turns out I hadn’t downloaded the next episode, and there was the usual network struggle. Somehow, in between trying to write my content and get the episode downloaded, Kingatha opened her old notepad from 2022 and 2023. And suddenly, I wasn't so interested in Grey’s Anatomy anymore. The first time I discovered writing was through her notebooks. Sometimes, we would write poems together, she could start something, leave it halfway, and I would pick it up from where she stopped. Other times, I would start and she would continue. It was our thing, like I could complete her sentences and she could complete mine, except our sentences came in verses. So discovering that old notepad after all these years was beautiful. We read poems th...
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A BALANCING ACT.

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"What is too soon and what is soon enough?" One of the ways I'm spending my holiday is watching Grey's Anatomy with Kingatha. It's a medical drama where every episode comes with a different set of patients, and somehow, each story is packed with so many things happening at once. That's what makes it so interesting to watch. So, in today's episode, one case stood out to me. A woman had been in an accident and needed multiple surgeries, so many that almost all the top surgeons in the hospital were in the OR, operating on her. However, it got to a point where they had to stop. Her body had become too weak, and if they continued operating, she could die. So they connected her to some machines and left her for a while. It was strange to watch because her body was still open. They hadn't even sewn her up yet, but they weren't operating either. They had to wait a few hours before they could go back in. When they explained the situation to her parents, the...
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A BALANCING ACT.

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"What is too soon and what is soon enough?" One of the ways I'm spending my holiday is watching Grey's Anatomy with Kingatha. It's a medical drama where every episode comes with a different set of patients, and somehow, each story is packed with so many things happening at once. That's what makes it so interesting to watch. So, in today's episode, one case stood out to me. A woman had been in an accident and needed multiple surgeries, so many that almost all the top surgeons in the hospital were in the OR, operating on her. However, it got to a point where they had to stop. Her body had become too weak, and if they continued operating, she could die. So they connected her to some machines and left her for a while. It was strange to watch because her body was still open. They hadn't even sewn her up yet, but they weren't operating either. They had to wait a few hours before they could go back in. When they explained the situation to her parents, the...
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“I want for my life at this time what God wants for me.” ~ X What do you want? You and I want a billion things. Literally. Give us a blank sheet and ask that question again, and we probably would not have enough space to write down every single thing we want. It was Lionel Robbins, an economist, who said that human wants are insatiable. The more you have, the more you want. It is almost like a carousel that keeps moving. Now imagine trying to fulfil every single one of your wants. It would be utterly exhausting Abi not? So I came across this concept of bigger than me, and I was intrigued. What if my life is not just about what I want? What if I can take my hands off the wheel and trust that there is Someone who sees further than I do? For me, that is God. Can we come to the point where we're simply being able to say, “God, I have things I want, but I want what You want for me more important” And honestly, there is something deeply comforting about that. Dearest reader, ...
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So my church has this really cool program we do yearly. It’s called the Feast of Horns (FOH), and it’s beautiful in so many ways. For starters, it’s a 50 day program where we get to write prayer requests, which are submitted at the altar and prayed over each day for the entire 50 days. Then, on the last day of the feast, the prayer requests are burnt. How cool is that? Now, the fun thing about the prayer cards is that you get two. You submit one and keep the duplicate, so when God starts answering your prayers, you have evidence. It’s FOH season, and I was given my prayer cards today. While writing my requests for this year, I decided to check my card from last year. And honestly, I had no idea just how much of it had been answered. Dearest reader, why am I telling you this? One of two things. First, the importance of keeping track. You have no idea how much you’ve grown because you’re not tracking your goals, your prayers, your little wins, or even the things you once desperately want...
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I was having a conversation with someone today, and somehow we got into this interesting argument about how we define things. My position was simple: if you really want to understand the essence of something, shouldn't you go back to where it began? The origin of the word, the reason it was created, what it was originally intended to mean. I tend to think this way naturally. Whenever I come across a word I don't fully understand, one of the first things I want to know is its etymology. Where did this word come from? What did it originally mean? What was happening when it was coined? Well, he his debate he used cultism as a example, a bases for his point. The earliest Nigerian confraternities weren't created with the exact meaning we attach to “cultism” today. The Pyrates Confraternity, for instance, began as a student movement concerned with things like tribalism, oppression, corruption and social inequality. But somewhere along the line, however, confraternities evolved, a...
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There's someone I love, and she always says, “Whatever you are doing at the moment may not be what you want to do, but it's preparing you for where you are going.” She tells a story about a sister of hers who had a really crappy job, the kind of job you go home from complaining about every single day. And each time she'd tell her sister not to quit, to hold on a little longer, because the version of herself she was growing into during that crappy job season would be needed when she finally landed her dream job. And she did. She landed her dream job, and guess what? There was a need for a particular skill set she had developed while working that crappy job. Dearest reader, I'm always intrigued whenever she retells this story because it's pretty simple, yet profound. Sometimes, we are so focused on getting out of a season that we fail to ask what the season is trying to grow in us. We call it a detour because it doesn't look like the destination, we call it a crap...
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