Something very strange has been happening and I can't keep it to myself anymore. When I was younger it was very easy to kill ants, cockroaches, flies and even mosquitoes. They were very meek and would wait for you to kill them, end of story. These days, insects no wan die. Their speed the moment you try to kill them leaves you wondering if they have been to hell and back.

Growing up was fun. It had its high and low points, but today I thank God for lessons learnt. One thing was stable though; My family. Back then, a friend of mine complained about how her parents would argue and fight in front of them. Her dad would slap his mum and mum would insult his whole generation. It was terrible and rubbed off badly on my friend who was always ready to fight even my wars. I did not understand what she was saying because my parents never fought nor yelled. I never saw them argue instead couples with problems always came to the house to settle their issues. In my young mind, my parents were perfect. As an adult I have realized that every marriage, relationship or union has it's rocky side. Life is not always sweet and rosy and being a parent is the hardest job ever. I have also realized that my parents like every other couple must have had their differences. However, whatever issue they had was settled in the bedroom and definitely never in front of their...

When I was a kid, we had this cute little puppy. It was so cute we would cuddle and carry him around. I loved showing him off to friends and our puppy loved us so much he felt he was no longer a dog. He was happy. It happened that my dad came home one nice day with a kitten. This kitty was so cute and adorable that we forgot our cute little puppy. We could not drop kitty, started showing him off and forgot to make out time for puppy. Kitty loved to be cuddled. We noticed Puppy was sad and would yelp at kitty, but we ignored him. Besides we always fed him so what is he complaining about?

Culled from Breaking Soul Ties by Olusola Adio. Please do not stop until you get to the end... 1. I want to state that we are not here to condemn anyone or stigmatize anyone who has repeatedly fallen into sin due to #SoulTies 2. We are here to expose #SoulTies as the works of the enemy that the blood of Jesus has been shed to purge us from. 3. We are also not here to provide excuses and reasons for Christians to continue in sin due to a misunderstanding of grace. #SoulTies 4. The Bible states clearly in Romans 6:23 that “the wages of sin is death” #SoulTies is no excuse for us to continue in sin. 5. We are here to work out our salvation (that Jesus already paid with His blood) from #SoulTies according to God’s word. 6. We start with the scriptures as is our usual practice by reading from Eph 2:3. #SoulTies 7.Ephesians2:3 Among whom also we all had our conversation in times past in the lusts of our flesh. Conversation there means our behavioral patterns ...

Hmmm things happen in Naija sha. On the other News, our beloved and renowned Senator who recently acquired a 2015 beautiful red car estimated to cost $24,000 (about N4.78 million) was involved in a mudslinging session at the floor of the Nigerian Senate where he allegedly accused our very own Governor of Edo State, Adams Oshiomole, of preferring 'imported' ladies to 'made in Nigeria' (home grown) women. I no fit shout ooo!!! If you ask me, I think this is a case of the pot calling the kettle black. History will prove that most of our Senators, Governors and top government officials have been and are still in love with imported and foreign products. If it is not a car, na house or apparels. Going for Medical checkup abroad is now like going to the bank or better still going to your backyard. If you can import luxury cars because you love them, why badmouth me for importing a beautiful wife because I love her? All na imported things na (clearing my throat) .  ...

Google defines Anxiety as a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome. Image credit - amarudontv.com That definition clearly defined the young lady I met some weeks back. Mirabel is a hardworking and zealous staff of a popular company who has passed up promotions at work simply because it would expose her to public speaking and attending of meetings on behalf of the organization. According to her, she has run out of excuses for rejecting her merited promotion, so her next plan is to find another job that would not put her anywhere in front of a crowd. Her words reminded me of how I used to be. 

sir James Olusola Adesida, KSM 1952 - 2016 Great men are hard to come by, but I must confess that I met one. A man who derived joy from putting smiles on sad faces. A man who would gladly put the needs of others above his. A real man and a true Christian.

Find CONFESSIONS III   I was still trying to reactivate my brain when the crashing sound became louder and chaotic. The sound was  from the bathroom and it suddenly dawned on me that someone had broken into my mansion! Hastily pulling off the heavy duvet, I decided to get my bride to safety before accosting whoever the intruder was. Instinctively, I reached out beside me to wake her up, but her side was empty. I was alone in bed. Nikky, it is not a secret to my friends and family, even my foes that I had a violent teenage life. At a time, I hustled hard drugs; guns; girls and ended up in a rehab center. At those times, I had intense fears and got to face many demons. But that night, the moment I felt the absence of my new bride in the semi darkness, a strange panic seized my soul. Numerous crazy questions ran through my bewildered head as I pulled out my Full Metal Pump Action Shotgun and advanced towards the bathroom door.  

I want to say thank you to all the lovers who willingly shared their stories with me and to God for guidance. I enjoyed writing your stories and I am also very grateful to you all for making out time to read them. May this Valentine's day bless you with true love and the warmth of romance... Happy Valentine's Day To You All!

photo credit: movemag.co.za I have never celebrated Vals day with any special man before. Vals day for me always  started and ended either with destitutes, motherless children or prayer sessions in church. I am what people call a church girl. My friends would drag me to events in the hope that I would get a suitor, but it never worked out. I was never relaxed at such events. Many tried to arrange men for me, but somehow these men had different values from mine. Don't get me wrong dear, you know I am sociable and not ugly nor deformed. I am a very active, fun loving, beautiful and resourceful woman. But all I ever wanted was a man who would lead me to God and not away from him.Years sped by and yet nothing happened. I got tired of sewing asoebi for others. I would wet my pillows at night with my tears, it was as if God had forgotten me. I was not getting younger and somehow my body was beginning to yearn for things only a man could give.

Nikky mine is not a long story, but a testimony. Some years back, I went on an outing with my girlfriends. It was a public holiday and we hung out at many places. Finally we decided to end the day at the pool side of a popular guest house. I knew next to nothing about swimming but they convinced me to hire a bikini and chill beside the pool. There was a small pool party going on that day and being girls, we were invited to join the party. The music was loud, the party was rocking and before long my girls were whisked away by some guys.The pool was empty as everybody was dancing and singing along to the latest beat. I didn't feel like dancing.  My legs were in the water, I was having fun videoing with my phone, splashing water and sipping from a bottle I was offered. I didn't know what was inside, but I liked how the liquid made me feel. Till today, I still have no idea what

photo credit - www.african-sweetheart.com My fiancee met me nine months ago near my family house. I had hit my mid-thirties and my whole family was on my case. All they wanted was for me to get married before it was too late. My friends and relations had introduced me to various girls, in fact at a point I had to travel to another state just to meet up with a girl, but none appealed to me. My case was near hopeless and I also gave up on finding a nice and decent girl to marry. I was almost frustrated by the whole marriage issue and to make matters worse, I got a call from my parents summoning me home to discuss a critical family matter. Reluctantly and with a heavy heart, I traveled home. As expected, my case was the basis for the family meeting. As the eldest, everybody wanted to hear a date from me. Tired of the whole drama, I decided to spend the whole day at my friend’s house.