A word for someone!
You have prayed and sowed… you are wondering what’s going on…
I’m led to tell you; THE LORD IS AT HAND! The Lord is near!
Meditate on Philippians 4’4-6
Blessings
I used to criticize people who were devoted to their Christian faith.
Those who never wanted anything to do with secular music, random relationships and so many "normal" things an average human does all the time.
I thought they weren't free, that they are living in set out rules that are complicating their lives.
Not until i fell into deep struggles and was looking out for hope. That is when i encountered Jesus Christ.
I was lost, empty and wandering down a terrible path society told me to follow. I thought i was living in freedom, but my life was heading to death.
I was deep in lust and addictions, it almost ruined my life, but Jesus pulled me out of that pit.
Now i understand why they had to live that way. This is a life of peace and not every human can boast of it. Knowing Jesus is like holding an answer sheet next to your question paper.
My life changed entirely, and now I'm living clean with peace and understanding. Now all i want to do is protect my peace by all means, by rejecting whatever society presents.
I'm afraid I've become what i once criticized 😩
Maturity taught me that not every woman is a Proverbs 31 woman. And that’s okay!
Some are Deborahs: Called to lead, to speak boldly, and to stand on the front lines.
Some are Ruths: Faithful in quiet places, steady when no one is watching.
Some are Esthers: Positioned for influence, courage rising at the exact moment it’s needed.
Some are Marys: Chosen for surrender, carrying purpose before understanding.
Some are Hannahs: Shaped by prayer, strengthened through waiting and tears.
My American colleagues laughed when I brought jollof rice to the office potluck.
I was the only Nigerian in a team of 25 in California. Someone whispered
“Is that spicy ketchup rice?”
I smiled and kept quiet, but inside I was embarrassed.
By lunchtime the entire tray was gone.
People kept coming back for seconds, asking for the recipe, and one girl said
“This is better than my grandma’s jambalaya!”
My boss even joked that we should make it a monthly thing.
That day taught me something powerful… what feels too different or too much in our culture is often what people love most about us.
Stop shrinking your flavor to fit in.
A moving woman (me) will have it all. The career that fulfills her. The love that steadies her. The properties in her name. The passport full of stamps. 🤞
A moving woman will eventually understand feminism.
It is sacrosanct to your self actualisation that you see yourself worthy of the highest form of respect as a human being and not anything less because you’re a woman.
Again, a moving woman WILL learn feminism.
You hear feminism and think “Anti-men” because your entitled mind thinks a woman should exist for you. You do not see her an entity deserving of autonomy as you do. May God open your eyes.
School of Nursing (RN)
School of Midwifery (RM)
Postgraduate Diploma in Education (PGCert)
BSc in Nursing
MSc Healthcare Management and Leadership
PhD in Nursing
Lecturer, Nursing Education and Administration
Associate Professor of Nursing
Dean, College of Nursing Science
Things that don't mix.
1. Water & oil
2. Water and electricity
3. Me and Nonsense.
4. Me and Competition.
5. Me and Disrespect
6. Me and Ungrateful people.
We cannot possibly be okay with the fact that there are still children waiting to be rescued. We cannot be comfortable with that knowledge. We cannot scroll past it, discuss it for a moment, and move on as though it is normal. It is not normal. It should never become normal.
As someone who worked out all through my pregnancy and saw my BFF struggle all through hers with a short cervix diagnosis and had to undergo cervical cerclage surgery to avoid preterm birth, I can say that pregnancies are different for every woman.
My friend couldn’t even climb stairs during pregnancy because of the risk of losing her baby, while I, on the other hand, was completely fine and could work out.
Others are asked to be on bed rest, while others are only advised to take walks and get enough rest.
Some women can’t retain food due to hyperemesis gravidarum; others are fortunate enough to eat.
You can’t use someone else’s body, symptoms, or experiences as a standard for others. It’s not only insensitive; it shows a lack of knowledge, empathy, and respect!
Women go through a lot during pregnancy. For a whole bunch of you to be comparing them to one person!
Lastly, these men just showed a lack of awareness, and it’s truly disappointing to say the least.
Anytime there’s a conversation about women & pregnancy, the unkindness some of you men display is quite appalling.
I hope women are taking note, because you may suffer if you choose to look away.
Every pregnancy is unique.
You never know what struggles you might face.
Pastor Adeboye emptied the infrastructures of their fellowships in the North East campuses into the IDPs in Borno, Yobe and Adamawa.
When we got to Borno in 2017, we met empty spaces. I wrote a letter to him from Maiduguri, I told him all we needed, running into millions of naira. He sent the money to us. Everything I wrote in the letter was sent. I would write to him every quarter giving him update about all of us in the fellowship and request additional money. He will still send it.😅
I coordinated one of his largest intervention program in Maiduguri. A training and certification course for students in Architecture, Urban planning etc… thousands of students from Ramat Polytechnic, University of Maiduguri etc… it was one of his programs to uplift a society battered by insurgencies and the economy of the state crashed. A program meant to give a future to them by upgrading their skillset.
His greatest strength of not showing off is the reason many people, even his church members do not know 2% of his works.
If I can’t afford you, I simply can’t and I’ll find someone within my price range but for me to be saying, “is it not just to do this small thing”. God forbid.
It’s okay if you can’t afford a creative but don’t talk down on their work.
I was born with sickle cell disease.
I had Crisis after crisis, constant pain, multiple organ damage by age 28. Doctors said I wouldn’t see 35.
During one brutal episode, I prayed like never before while hooked up to morphine. The pain vanished overnight.
Follow up tests showed my hemoglobin was normal. No sickle cells. Geneticists ran every test, markers for the disease had disappeared. I haven’t had a crisis in 4 years.
My hematologist calls me the walking miracle file.
You have to believe that there is God.
After giving birth, a woman's internal wounds take six months to heal, 12 months for physical recovery, two years for hormonal balance, and up to five years to rediscover her identity. Relationships frequently fail during this time due to a lack of understanding. Be kind and patient with new mothers; they are facing more challenges than it appears.