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  Hey, you. I’m sure you’re wondering where I’ve been, or what’s been happening. Let’s just say… I’ve been evolving. A lot has happened—some quietly, some loudly. For a while, I lost my spark . Not because the words disappeared, but because I ran into a creative block I didn’t talk about. I kept it to myself, hoping it would pass on its own. It didn’t. It stayed longer than I expected, and recovery took time. Then life began to layer itself on me. Motherhood. Wifehood. Sisterhood. Friendhood. Every hood you can think of (smiles). Looking back now, I realize I needed the space. I needed the silence. I needed the becoming. And honestly, it feels really good to be back here with you. A lot has changed since the last time I wrote. I’m seeing life from a different perspective now. Marriage, they say, is a teacher—and they were right. I came in with assumptions, high expectations, and a fair share of fantasies. Sometimes I had to pause and ask myself, “Am I really okay?” be...

  Hey you, wait! Let me give you a story about waiting . A friend of mine went for an interview in the city of Lagos some years ago. The interview was scheduled for 8:00am on a Monday. She was out of her house before 6:00am in order to get to the venue before the scheduled time. Luckily for her, the traffic she predicted to be a reason for delay was not as bad as she predicted so she got to the venue before 7:00am. To her surprise, she met quite a number of people who came for the same reason. She called me and said, “Babe, people dey para o”, expressing how surprised she was to have met a number of people waiting to gain entrance. According to her, the gate was opened by 8:00am prompt and by the time they were told to come in, the number of people had increased. That threw her off balance in a way. She was almost going to give up on the interview before it started. I disagreed with her and encouraged her to wait. A lady who she called ‘cute’ and suspected to be the HR of the...

We are so excited that you are here to celebrate with us. Thank you so much for stopping by! We are truly blessed to be celebrating our big day and the next chapter in our lives with you.  Much love,    Gbakbol & Ebunoluwa For cash gifts 🎁 :  0139803670 (gtb) Use this hashtag when sharing photos of our big day to help us keep track of all the special moments. #GEinfinity’22 OUR LOVE STORY HOW DID WE MEET? Ebunoluwa: Our love story is one story I love to share and that's because things like this happen in movies but apparently, this happened in real life😉. God works in miraculous way! He is never LATE!   We met on April 3rd,2021 in Lagos at a friend's wedding. He was the best man and I was the maid of honor. We had seen a night before but I didn't give any attention that much plus I didn't know he was the best man. So the D-day I found out he was the best man and ya'll know I came in all my glory😉(don’t be canal dears). A brother couldn't resist not talkin...

  When I've asked and asked again, and my asking runs dry and then my resolve starts to bend, how do I wait when I've been so disappointed? Is my waiting all in vain? Is there a time that is appointed for Him to answer me? …for a yes to my plea? But what's the point of waiting in this instant and fast-paced culture? Why delay? Why abstain? Why the decision to remain content? I mean really, is the wait even worth it? My mind always wanders while waiting, hopefully anticipating the right answer. I am scared of the potential – the constant questioning of why and how, what if and what now.   Our quick-and-grab culture is also fanning the flames of my anxiety. Sometimes, I feel like going into a time machine to fast-track my life. Hey! Just give me a break! It's really not easy to wait on God for things you think you need now.   It is difficult for me to stay with God for even the slightest things. I feel disappointed many times and yes, the why syndrome is always the ...

I don't know if I have my words articulated but just follow me as we journey together.  I have waited all my life, so I know what it means to wait.  Waiting is a patience testing meter and it can be one of the hardest seasons of one's life. Sometimes, we don't know what we are waiting for and other times, we do. The instruction is just WAIT, hmm!  Other times there are no instructions but what you want is not just coming through. I also know that human beings don’t like waiting because waiting makes us feel idle in a way.  During the waiting process, quite a lot of things would happen to you. The cases might just differ.  One thing you must do is work on them because some might be harmful to you while some could help build your strength. Everyone is in their waiting season, experiences might just be different.  Let me share something personal with you. When I become very impatient, panicking or over working myself, I know there's a problem and m...

  Aneakspeaks:  I look forward to a day when evil won't be the order of the day. A day where parents don't have to weep about their children's death caused by a faulty system; A day where bloodshed will stop being a norm Where our schools will be safe for our children Where violence will cease in our streets A day where the people meant to protect us, stops killing us. A day where we would vote and not fight All we hope for is a day. A brand new day deargodsamurai: I long for the day when my hopes will align with my dreams. Days I can easily identify metaphors in sign language.  The days I can tell the difference from light and darkness.  A day when I'm not trying to just survive, Where my loyalty is not tied to the bread crumbs my country provides. I long patiently for the day when my heart won't be a mess.  I long for the day when the judge of my soul will Sing to my ears not guilty. I've encountered several sad low self-esteem days, it's funny how I still...

We all had one event that changed our lives, when we look back sometimes we've got mixed feelings.  That phase birthed a process in US because that was the beginning of change in our lives.  What's next after the pain? it's a question most of us ask ourselves. what happens when the refining and pruning process is ongoing? What results am I expected to get? What challenges would I encounter?  How will people perceive the changed me? Will I still be me? Who really am I? After publishing my story last year on my birthday,  I felt relieved because having to tell my parents physically wasn't something I could handle.  Well, people got to know the part of the story I was willing to tell.  So what happened after you told your story Ebun? Well they say time heals pain yeah!  Lets just say there is a price for the next level. Hmmm! Maybe someday I would share that story, *smiles*.  Just as I am writing this,  I have got tears in my eyes.  After s...

“You’ve never lived my life" My line of defense every time I felt a conviction. It was proof that I saw conviction as accusation - Something incessantly telling me I was in the wrong And that was the last thing I needed to hear Because no one had ever lived my life. The arrogance I must have wallowed in, My conversations with divinity varied depending on whose personality I was trying to connect with I made small talks forgetting that He had no ego I could stroke Nonetheless, I moved with my tears, sighed and cried for help ‘You’ve never lived my life’ I unleashed my disappointment at the life I lived Salvation promised me newness, freshness and a blank page Remember that ‘your sins He would remember no more' line? Well, all my life gave off was a hint of constant failures and a huge splash of imposter syndrome I didn’t fit into the commonwealth of the saints with the life I was now living. Still I lied Still I held back the truth Still I allowed myse...

Like a stray dog on a winter night, I walked by all the places I used to get wasted, Hoping for some kind of redemption and reconciliation from the idol I once worshipped, Broken and un-healed From all the sticks and stones hauled at me By the mouths I fed from my fingers. It was daylight, but the sun refused to shine. The air only spread forlorn hope So deeply that my fate was devoid of Faith. If I rise and go to my father, Would he in open arms blot out my transgressions? Like a damned worshipper of my idol, I allowed in the sins of my flesh . My mind shattered into pieces of broken dreams And reality posing as a toothless masquerade. Where was my faith? I took a walk along the lonely narrow path To find redemption in the woods so dark. A cry for help, my soul to heal From all that separated me from my creator. I wandered off in oblivion Till my feet refused to carry on. I looked up and there he stood on the hilltop, Amidst the darkness glimmering light...

All I heard was the hooting sound of the train. And my flesh crawled to life. Everything I desired was in this train My will was mine and my lust was fine. I cared less about who drove the train I was having the time of my life This way seemed right to me But the driver never mentioned that it was a dead-end I was heading for the walls that Pharoah hit The walls that Herod hit That has death graffitied on it. Littered with other pleasure-trains Piled up into a mountain of mangled flesh and metal How could such pleasurable place Be a one-way trip to death’s feet? I was going to get my answer from the driver But he lied to my face. Claiming all I heard about the walls was a lie Lo, I went back to my fun Until I saw it The wall The mountain of mangled flesh and metal! The grafitti I had been deceived by the king of all liars. Debauchery never tasted more bitter Literally, I was at my end My strength had become weak I could only cry to the one I ran...

Woke up in the middle of the night So many thoughts popping through my head I can barely keep up My hearts starts to race as always Beside me is a bottle of wine and a old journal drowned with my pain, Watching as the stars are born, waiting for the whisky to whisk me away. Years keep on slipping away Sitting here wishing I got a chance to express how I really feel My silence is getting louder while my hearts screams voiceless The air is getting crisps, My eyelids has refused to bend to my will, I feel a change in me but I ask myself Is this a night of confusion  or  a ride to the truth Freedom is good but freedom is never free. Freedom is confined in the creators book I learnt Maybe I have lost myself within my past Just maybe I have lost track of the journey Is there a way back from this? Maybe I do need a fresh start, I overplayed my cards this time I really went astray This is not how I want to be remembered Lord knows have been around in my...

Life is white and could be black But the larger part is grey 25 has been a journey To becoming a sharpened spear Every experience is an abrasion Wearing me out by sharpening my end Some times it feels like I have lived an eternity and other times I am reminded at I still have a long way to go. My love with 25 was short but I will love to describe  it with three words I. Grew. Up. My thought pattern changed, my priorities shifted and my ideology is being constantly  stretched, twisted, and redefined through experiences and the people I meet. Black and white are not the same thing so also people are different My journey with 25 taught  alot of things and I will love to share it with you. This is my own 25 things I learnt at age 25 1. Life does not revolve around you; I mean life has a principle. Do well and follow through, So stop making excuses and find out what life wants to teach you. After all, life also knows what you have planned to achieve, t...

SHE: Waking up grumpy and sleepy I stepped out of my abode to hear croak voice of the frog trying to tell me how beautiful life is and the melodious song of the birds Just as l walked pass the fields l felt the tickling of breeze on my face and l tired holding on it but couldn't It tousled the lock of my hair I could hear the whisper of the wind in my ear and down to my soul. Just then l remembered how my lover cuddles me. The luscious scent of the Rose tickled my nose Just then my face lighten up and l looked up to see the sun smiling at me I delight to sit under the shade of the tree who is dancing shamelessly not minding who is underneath it The rain are over and gone The awakening of the flowers on the earth, the season of singing has come. The Fig tree forms its early fruit the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Oh my lover when would you be back, the night is drawing near. When would l embrace your soft spoken words. HE: I took an...

All inhibition taken away Like an excited can of soda Belleza eagerly opens her heart Showing you the fear, insecurities, The real person behind the adamantitanium exterior Belleza senses her vulnerability Belleza ignores her vulnerability Choosing to love you Your vision becomes hers Belleza chases her dreams But keeps your dreams as priority. Her heart yoked to you with the keys thrown into space Forever lost in the darkness and void. She will never remain the same. Belleza might be going out on a limb 'For you it's worth it', her thought. How do I respond Love isn't the butterflies There are butterflies tho Belleza's presence brings Disney to life. Sometimes it seems like Shoel My master says to love Her the way He loved the church The way Hosea loved the hoe Seeing all her flaws and inadequacies He exemplified Christ's interaction with the Church Belleza will anger me but I won't stop loving her. I wil...

There comes a time when it seems all hope is lost. That all you could see is the gloom and not the bloom. That all you could hear is the sadness and not the sweet voices of happiness. That there seems to be no future to feature any further. Sometimes you are in the mountain, you feel you are too high because of the loneliness of being successful. Sometimes you are in the valley, all you feel is to take a sigh from been overburdened with giving cares. It feels like being in a tunnel It feels like being a passage without a channel It feels like been engaged in a shell And it feels like hell At times you see the light a distance With so much fighting resistance That it seems there will not be any change to your circumstance. I am here to tell you that the sunlight is just behind the cloud. I write to inform you that your good news will come loudly. Your darkness will give way to light Your stars will become bright Your problem that seems so big will become slight. T...

Faith in my darkest hour Hmm…my experience through the darkest path of my life streams between taking decisions within thin routes that may never be understood by anyone only if I explain. I believe that’s why someone has to hear this and understand the deepest part in my journey of faith in dark times. I will start by saying that the opportunities I have gained through this journey, where strength had evolved and mistakes were made, was just by a tool called GROWTH. I remember back then when I was in school (university) and I was on a zero point CGPA. I was down, I felt neglected and ashamed of myself amongst others. For the first time I knew what it meant to be depressed, or to feel like being far away from people. On a serious note, all of a sudden the smiles, the opportunities and stage landmarks (as at then lol) I would get were fading off; there was virtually no one to speak to. Any normal parent who has invested so much, will definitely feel bad and highly disappointed. I mean,...

Life is in stages, Every stage is a learning and growing process , Going through the process is not an easy task. The process is not kind , But the result is monumental. We prefer dreams to reality Life isn't easy, The shame, struggle and pain are always there, fears and worries, That plague us everyday. Process births Growth. You grow when you get tested, Your mistakes sharpen and form  you to become wise, humble and focus. The pain changes you. Whenever you going through life's valley stand tall, Stay through it, Don't loose faith, The process will be rough and tough, Be grateful for the process. When the process gets tougher, When the learning gets harder , trust the trainer in charge of the process, The teacher will always be silent during the test but when the student is ready the teacher appears. The process will not kill you but make you stronger. The journey is not to the swift but to the one who grace has been given too. Look beyond the...

My eyes were shut tight, My eyelids, intimate, Close and closed; From the entrance of the rays, I had seen the worst of days There’s no point making hay The sun no longer shone These were dark times. Different hues of colours I could still see, Sometimes black, other times red, I saw a mix of black and red once, It was sharp, intense and furious I was almost forced to open my eyes But I didn’t I tightened my fists As though my eyes were in my hands. No one told me That closed eyes opened up to more reflexes, The ability to hear one’s mind louder than ever, My senses were heightened, I could feel the hope that would strengthen, I heard tongues and voices of men, Who unlike me, had opened their eyes, Opened their minds and felt it all. They spoke of a city I couldn’t imagine They spoke of a time I hadn’t lived in, They spoke of an era of greatness and wisdom Their words resonated with my new powers As truth, as light, as sound and as air, My eyes marked...

This is the story of my life. The tales of the mountains and the valleys that I had to go through to become the woman I am today. All these experiences were, to me, like a purifying fire, burning up—and still burning up—my imperfections and forging me into the woman that God would have me be. Let me welcome you on this journey with me, as I open myself and my life up, under the spotlight, hopeful that you may see something to learn. I was born in Ogun State, Sagamu precisely.   I am the first child of my parents and I have two amazing sisters, who have been a reflection of God’s amazing grace to me. At some point in life, my family moved to Lagos State but later on, we returned to Sagamu. During this time in my childhood, we had people living with us in our home. My father, being a clergyman, had to open the doors of his house and his heart to a lot of people—beautiful people. At age six, I had an experience that drove me wild and left me with an appetite f...