The most important lesson I have learned from this practice is that when we pray for others to change, sometimes, God changes them. Other times, he changes our ability to notice or bear it.
Then there are times heaven is more interested in something else.
I don’t know how many people found God through one of DMX’s prayers, verses, or interviews, but I hope someone did. I believe that would be an eternal source of joy for him.
One of the things I love the most is having a realization out of the blue. Like I’m seated, working on “K”, and then “C⁷⁹¹” from ten years ago pops up in my mind, but not as a problem, but as a solution.
Hannah too, someone that never wants any PDA, now she is asking for a kiss in front of company.
My village people are working on my case overtime. This is the worst setup of the century.
If what we desire in any endeavor is to be successful, then what does it mean to peak too soon? If what I desire is to succeed, why should I be worried about the success coming too early?
Who would have thought that my parents would ever ask me about my boyfriend when they had spent their whole life ensuring no man comes near me?
The time has come for me to take my “toasters” seriously.
The benefits of having a routine are such that many creatives are yet to understand. Looking at creatives around me, we tend to be disorganized, yet do not understand the correlation between being organized and being creative.
In a bid to act fast, we leave behind messes that in the future hamper our creation process.
As with my Candy Crush saga, many people are stuck in different situations in life because they believe it is impossible to get past it, or they believe they lack the wherewithal to get past it.
I have always been reluctant about changing my keyboard app. I consider it an essential commodity. That isn’t something I’m open to experimenting with.
Immediately she was done, the D.J started his main duty. P-square’s busy body was the hit song of the moment. There was no better song with which to start the party.
Whenever I go through my timeline in the app, I am always startled by the number of highlights I see some people make.
Sometimes, I’m left wondering, if you spend this much time highlighting, how much time do you have left to read?
As much as I enjoy listening to expository sermons in Church, reading devotionals from Life Church’s Bible, and studying the Bible on my own, there is another source of Bible teaching I think many people underrate.
If Christ’s death assures you of salvation, what does His resurrection has to offer? If “it is finished” at His death, then of what use is His resurrection?
He could have gone from the grave to heaven, why was He resurrected instead?
These witches have succeeded. The Coven have had their way. How in the world did Tomi and Hannah get home before me?
Why do they look content? Who cooked? Why are they eating together?
My enemies have finally gotten me.
At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what your name is or what you are called. What matters is what you answer to.
More importantly, if you don’t like what you are being called, insist that it be changed. Or just stop responding to the wrong one.
We the International Association of Backstabbers want to solemnly remember one of our patriarchs this Easter season.
Our hearts and minds go out to Mr. Judas, the son of Iscariot.
It is weird what my brain chooses to remember, and when. It is so bad, that it is disgraceful.
I’m talking disgraceful on a facepalm level. Like, “let this ground open up and swallow me” level of disgraceful.
I can remember when Laycon met Don Jazzy. I believe Laycon was suppressing a lot of excitement at that moment. He is expected to hug or shake hands with Don Jazzy. That is pop culture etiquette. But this is Don Jazzy.
As the underdog, you need to understand why people support you. Investors expect a return on investment. But at least, they have put their money, or time, or other resources where their mouth is.
Students from other schools must be wondering, “what is an SSS1 student doing being the quizmaster?” While my schoolmates would be asking, “why is this boy who isn’t in our club the quizmaster?”
It is like wanting to touch the fire because you don’t trust other’s account of how hot it is. Or trying to taste every food to know which is sweet and which is not.
At the end of the day, you would eventually learn your lessons, but how long will it take? More importantly, what would it cost you to learn?
The church next repainted their whole premises. They also did a new billboard at their entrance.
This time around though, instead of a promise of miracles, signs, and wonders, the payoff at the bottom of the signboard was “there can be fake miracles, but there is no fake teaching.”
I never thought about something. What happens if Hannah and Tomi got home before me?
No way! Heavens forbid bad thing. Those two girls should never be left alone together.
A vital lesson that has stuck with me over the years is that the distance from admiration to jealousy is shorter than the distance from my thumb to my pinkie finger.
In my opinion, they are two sides of the same coin.
They say assumption is the lowest form of information. It should also be on the tombstone of lots of relationships.
As much as some people would say “I’m not the talking type”, having a chat is the only way we can express, address, and fix the many sticky points in relationships.
This is not an attempt to stigmatize any foodie out there. Keep flying your flag. Just make sure you only eat what you can afford before someone insults you as a parriolodo.
As for the way ojukokoro has been rebranded as cravings, we will visit that some other day.
A common complaint I keep receiving among a large circle of friends is how people type in abbreviations, rather than spell each word out.
Going through some people’s chat, it takes me longer to decipher what is written, than it would have taken to read it if had been spelled out in full.
We the family of late Mr. Sale would like to thank the writer of last week’s PSA for their kind concern.
What you did is something no one has bothered with in the last couple of decades. From the bottom of our hearts, we say a big thank you.
On some days, I can relate with how Caleb felt when he told Joshua (not actually me), “give me this mountain”.
On those days, I wake up extra strong. Ready to face any challenge. A hundred ideas running through my mind at once.
If these boys won’t let me in, I might as well accept my loss and leave now. They better hope they never cross my path in this school.
If I ever get a chance to exact my revenge on them though, it would be excruciating.