What do you do with unripe mangoes?

Still with my stinking morning breath, unwashed body and scattered hair, I got on a bus. As I sat, I let the tears flow freely causing stares from my fellow passengers.

It was not the bruises or the pain on my body that made me shed tears. It was the pain in my heart. 'When will this end God?', I asked my maker. I was tired of feeling the way I did. I needed for my heart to be unburdened. Even if it was just for a second.

The tears stopped flowing while we journeyed but my heart continued to break inside. I wanted to go very far away. Why do bad things happen to good people? Why are tares sowed among the wheat? Doesn't God have the power to take away the pain? To remove the the tares?

He does. But there's sometime dangerous about using a shortcut to your destiny. If you refuse to endure the process of maturity, you will come out undone. Thereby being useless to yourself and the world at large and ending up being destroyed. Imagine plucking mango from the tree and discovering it is not yet ripe. What would you do? Throw it away!

In the parable of the wheat and tares, when the servants asked the master to uproot the weed, He said ‘...No; because as you pull out the weeds, you may uproot the wheat with them...let them grow together...at harvest time the weeds will be burned' MATTHEW 13:29 AMP.

As you pull out of the process, no matter how much you had endured before, you may also be pulling out of the goodness and harvest that was to follow.

Go through your pain and during harvest, you would see that the tares helped you to be stronger. I went through mine and came out standing. I'm grateful for that pain, it birthed purpose. Don't give up. Harvest is around the corner. Soon you will see all that had persecuted you burn to the ground.

Peace, love and sunshine.

Your favourite writer girl,

Love.

How I fell in Lagos

On a beautiful rainy Friday morning, the squad decided we would go shopping. It was our only free day and we had to explore Nigeria's London. It was fun. The rain, the street food, the danfos, the messy hair, the razz nature of Lagos. Everything. But being an ambivert, the joy of socializing soon began to fade and I desperately needed me time.

After 2 shops, I just wanted to be home. But nope! The guys were still moving from store to store. We needed to climb one rickety iron staircase to get to another shop. I refused to hold on to the rail because of the fear of germs. But it was all good, there was someone in front and behind me, I was covered. Then they started to haggle with the store owner. Gosh! I was tired. Just pay already! They finally paid and went on to re-try the shoes they had tried before paying.🙄

At this point, I got up and began to descend the staircase so they would hurry. I was 3 steps away from the ground when I slipped because I was not holding the rail and there was no protection in front or behind me.

Asides the embarrassment, I thought I was fine until I tried to walk. An iron rod had pierced through toes. It was a very deep cut. I slightly lifted my toes and it was a blood bath!!! I cried hot tears as it was being cleaned up and I thought of how things would have been different had I not left the group. If I had just waited 2 minutes more. It's been over a week and I'm still walking funny.😑

It taught me a valuable lesson - Never leave your cover. God goes before you, behind you and makes all crooked paths straight just so you don't slip. Stick with Him. Don't be in a hurry.

Peace, love and a stack of patience.

Your favourite writer girl,
Love.

Just show up

Gun shots blasting!!!! I dived into a nearby bush. My heart was pounding. I could feel the bullet coming towards my direction. I can't survive this.

Chileeeee! This was how I felt the first time I appeared in court. Feet shaking even though I was on flats and head pounding, I walked into the dreaded room. It felt like a war zone.

Family and friends had offered to go with me but I declined. Some battles you have to confront by yourself with God while the village stays back covering you in prayers.

The fight for your sanity, to get over depression, for your life, for your freedom, for your deliverance, for addiction, for your academics, for your purpose requires that YOU face it headlong. And God has promised that if you show up ready for war, then He will be right by your side to help you. Trust me, you won't have to go through it alone.

I showed up -Shaken. I showed up -Afraid. I showed up -Weak. I showed up - Vulnerable. What mattered was that I showed up and then He too showed up.

"There is nothing to fear, for I am with you; do not look around you in terror and be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen and harden you to difficulties, Yes, I will help you..." Isaiah 41:10 Joyce Meyer Amp Bible.

Can I join my faith to yours and trust that you will show up ready to confront those demons?

You will never walk alone.

Your favourite writer girl,

Peace, love and war ammunition,

Love.

Bitter water

Wham! I felt the punch thrust through my abdomen, pushing out a torrent of blood through my mouth. It splattered across the floor. I scrambled through the rough pile but it delivered yet another punch. Its bloodshot gaze caused me to tremble. It stifled a laugh as though mocking me and said 'No one is coming!'. But I wasn't ready to give up so easily, so I let out the last scream I could mutter and passed out. 3, 2, 1...My eyes opened. I was alive. I am alive.

Rape, molestation, abuse, joblessness, poverty, heartbreak, divorce, miscarriage, barrenness, depression, wrong accusations, sickness, sadness!!! At some points in our lives, we have or will encounter some of these bitter experiences. Like Marah~ bitter water, nobody would deliberately choose this path. It may not be because of your sin too, sometimes it is predestined.

Life will try to squeeze out everything in you. You will hear voices that will try to keep you down but you must not give up. Because after Marah, comes Elim where there are springs of water. A place of rest. Don't stop at Marah. If He helped you through one, He will help you again.

God took the Israelites to Marah to teach them to wholly depend on Him. After the lessons were learnt, He took them to Elim. (Exo 15: 1-27)
Don't stop at Marah!

Peace, love and a fighting spirit,

Your favourite writer girl,

Love.

*This article was inspired by a message titled 'When you get to Marah' delivered by Rev. Joshua Omoraiyewa and can be listened to here https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=213280219545635&id=338084476605547

He will pay

I heard my daughter's name called as the 'Overall best in Pre-Nursery' and I can't begin to explain the pride that enveloped my heart. She had made me ridiculously proud and happy. I must have almost suffocated her with my hugs and I finally gave in. Nifemi has asked for a Tablet for the longest time possible. I always said 'No.' Yes, I've always known she is technologically savvy and I can use parental control but I never considered it important enough to fit into my budget. This month however, I threw my budget out the window and my baby has her tab. She deserves it.

God never forgets our requests. He will answer when He will answer. However you are more likely to get answers to your prayers in the place of service. One day; the tears, pains, and sacrifices will be all worth it. God is not a debtor. He pays. Seek Him first. Make Him proud with your choices and watch Him swing into action and bring the world to your feet.

God is always faithful. ❤

Peace, love and pleasant surprises.

Your favourite writer girl,
Love.

P.s. Nifemi has called me like 100 times to ask me to get her 'bobo' drink and I have been sitting right across her. Help!!!

Roar baby

If your childhood involved watching Lion King, raise your hand.🙋‍♂️🙋‍♀️

Simba ran for his dear life after he had being manipulated into thinking he killed his father. He ran from purpose. From his assignment. From his legacy. It was an easier life there in the jungle. He sang Hakuna Matata all day, everyday. No pressures, yes but no fulfilment of purpose too.

He was meant for more. His father, Mufasa's spirit lived in him and he gave him no rest till he went back to Pride Rock to confront Scar, his enemy. The strength of his roar was unprecedented. His beautiful defeat of Scar was too sweet to watch. Small Simba of yesterday was now a LION. A big boy so to speak. The grounds shook. They knew the King indeed had just introduced himself. Now he meant serious business- no more hakuna matata-ing all over the place. That fierceness had always been in him, he just needed a situation to push it out.

You are the miracle you are looking for. You are the one thousands of souls are waiting on- to hear your songs, to read your books, to buy your products. It is inside of you. It is in you. You carry your healing, your deliverance, your greatness. The world is waiting on your roar. God your father lives inside of you, you carry Him. Therefore, you are not restricted to a particular location. Believe that wherever you are, you must thrive. Get up, pick up your things and walk, King. Enough of the pity parties. Enough of the fun times. May you not use your destiny to play. Your kingdom is waiting on you.

Speak to the King in you- Tell him to get up and walk.

Roar baby, roar.

Peace, love and sunshine,

Your favourite writer girl,
Love.

My fallen fish

Sometimes, it happens that you do all you can and it still doesn't work out as you had hoped for. It sucks. It happens to the best of us. Life is tougher for some than others. It's not fair. But it's how life operates.

For me personally in dealing with situations like this, I try to remember the other things that could have gone wrong and didn't. It helps me stay sane and grateful. I also move on quickly from anything that has the slightest suggestion of negativity. Negativity is ugly. If you let it, it will breed.

I lost one of my fish last week (Fish farming is one my investments this year). This particular one was from a new stock and was growing so fast. They call them 'shooters'. I've planned how much I will collect for it🤣. Suddenly we noticed it had been bitten. We immediately took it out from the midst of the 'vultures.' It was being nursed back to health and it seemed it would survive. One week later, it gave up. We did all we could, it still died.

I had a moment of sadness, but then I immediately brushed it off else my entire day would have been ruined. I was immediately grateful I had hundreds left that were thriving. I also remembered a day that I lost about 80 fish when I first started. It could have been worse. So I'm grateful.

Your attitude to life determines the hand that it deals you. Always remember 'It could have been worse'. To someone somewhere you are GOALS.

In everything, God has your back. ❤ Have a positive outlook in this new week.

P.s A minute of silence for my fallen fish😂

Peace, love and fish peppersoup.

Your favourite writer girl,

Love.