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  Photo Credits: @KilographyKe at Qontent Studios One thing ‘independence’ teaches you, is how you never want to be alone. I shared this sentiments with a good friend of mine a couple of weeks ago, after my move out of home. It was supposed to be an exciting period for me, but incidences and circumstances can take a tremendous turn sometimes. Your introspection somewhat feels like an emergency surgery from discovery of ‘internal bleeding.’ That’s how I’ve felt for a while, like I was to be worked on or else I’d lose my mind or eventually myself. And so I wrote to a dear friend who out of the usual did something for me that to date remains priceless. Something that reminded me, why I call a countable few, my friends. It wasn’t almost 10 minutes later, that she rang me. I couldn’t respond because I was held up in a meeting. So when I got home, with a smile managing to form on my face knowing it took a lot of courage to face the day, she called me back. Frankly speaking, I had

It is not every day that you will walk in victory. With progress comes new opportunities to confront truth. Truth is not always sweet; it can be painful. I find that boldness teaches you not only to live in your truth but confront and deal with the painful parts too. It is the only way progress is actualized; when you are transformed and when you’re able to step up and step out in God. An inventory on my life brought to the surface that I suffer from an interesting type of insecurity; it is insecurity in my relationship with God. Perhaps you do too and didn’t know until you finish this post so please keep reading. Friendship with Lord, just as friendship with any human being is a privilege. A friend, according to the Webster Dictionary is defined as “a person you know, like, and trust; an acquaintance, an associate, one allied with you in a struggle, a comrade, a supporter, and one fighting on your side.” God is, or I should say ought to be our friend for life. The one pers

  July 22 nd 2017… I am zoning in and out of reality that yet another chapter is coming to an end in my life. This chapter had as many episodes that I noticed would culminate to the end of a season. It had been a winter-a cold, dark and restless one at that. I wanted it that way for a bit-to be able to feel everything that came and articulate it all to a God I felt had abandoned me by allowing such treachery to happen to my presumptuous “good self.” I am shut in a lovely en-suite room, preparing myself to give a grand speech at an invite only event for my exit from the place I called home. My soul however, is restless; there is a tag of war for an unknown release. Whether it was of something or someone, I was yet to find out. This release I would later in life come to find out would be the launching pad to the best days of my life. I knew it was restlessness, but in God’s eyes it was a prompting. A prompting to make room for Him to do His good work first and foremost in