You say you are a Christian and you are shy to preach the gospel??😳
Like you are shy to talk about God?
Like GOD ooo?
Your lover?
But you are not shy to talk about that your boyfriend ooo(Someone that can't give you ⅛ of the love God gives to you?🤣🤣🤣🤣)
There was this woman in our area who stopped going to church.
She said and i quote “Abeg, God dey everywhere. I can pray from my house.”
And truly, she was right. God is everywhere.
But one Sunday, her pastor decided to visit after service to know why she has not been coming to church. He didn’t come with any long talk he just sat with her outside, where she was roasting corn on a sunday morning 😆
After a while, the pastor used a stick to pull one burning charcoal out of the fire and left it on its own. At first, it was still red and hot, but after small time, it went black and cold.
Then the pastor smiled and said,
“That’s how it is when you stay away from other believers. Your fire go slowly die.”
That day, she understood.
Let me tell you, sometimes, it’s not that you don’t love God, your spirit just gets weak because you’ve been alone too long.
When you go to church, it’s not just about hearing a sermon. It’s about catching fire again, through songs, through testimonies, through people who remind you that you’re not alone.
So today, wear that outfit, carry your Bible, and go to church.
Because when believers gather, strength multiplies. 🔥
Controlling yourself from reaching out to someone u deeply want to talk to is a different kind of pain. It takes so much strength to stay distant when every part of you is screaming to break the silence. But what hurts even more is realizing that they’re just doing fine without talking to you too that they’re also choosing not to reach out. Like how you be able to contact other people but not me. So I guess I found my answer already and the half of me cant accept it.
We gotta stop ignoring the signs when somebody’s time is up in our life. The conversations feel forced, the effort ain’t the same, and the same problems keep coming back no matter how many times you try to fix it. At some point you gotta accept when it ain’t meant to keep going. Holding on longer won’t make it right again.
She gave you everything. You gave her anxiety.
She loved you out loud. You loved her when it was convenient.
She made you a priority. You made her an option.
And when she finally stopped trying, you called it giving up. But she didn’t give up. She finally believed you when you showed her she wasn’t wanted.
Every time I spoke up about something that bothered me, I somehow ended up being the problem. Instead of hearing me out, everything turned into my reaction, my tone, or the fact that I even brought it up. That’s when I realized some people don’t want honesty, they want silence. They don’t mind doing things that affect you, they just don’t want to hear about it afterward. Once I saw that pattern, I stopped explaining myself and started keeping my distance.
i'm not interested in complicated relationships... with friends, with family, or lovers. i'm not interested in constantly explaining what i meant. i'm not interested in making sure we're on good terms because you're acting weird. i'm not interested in shrinking myself to make us equal..
i do.
if anything, i believe in love more now than i did a few years ago.
what i no longer believe in is forcing it.
i don’t believe love should require you to abandon your standards, negotiate your values, or constantly beg to be chosen.
love shouldn’t cost you your self-respect.
it should feel like two people moving in the same direction, not one person constantly dragging the relationship forward.
I’ll take you serious when I don’t have to compete for your time, your attention, or my place in your life. Anybody can say all the right things, but I pay attention to what keeps happening. If everybody got the same access to you that I do, then I’m not as important as you claim I am. I realized people make time, make effort, and make room for what they truly want. Now I don’t listen to promises. I watch consistency, and that tells me everything I need to know.
A healthy relationship will test you more than a toxic one. Because it won't let you run. It holds up a mirror and says: Show up. Communicate. Grow. Swallow the pride. It's a repeated choice to stay and work at it together. Even when it's hard and ugly. That's why real love scares people so much in this generation.
Some of you think it’s a compliment when people say, “Ah! Na only you fit do am.”
Let me tell you the truth: that is not always praise.
Sometimes it is an indictment.
Because if you’re leading a team and you are the only competent one, you’re not leading a team.
You are leading spectators.
And if you’re building a system where everything collapses when you’re not present, you haven’t built excellence, you’ve built dependence.
It’s like NEPA: One transformer fails and the whole street is in darkness.
No built-in redundancy.
No backup.
That’s not mastery.
That’s fragility dressed as competence.
I saw a woman on TikTok say she was a "good girl" her whole life. Did everything the "right" way. Followed the rules. Kept the peace. Put everyone else first. Now she's in her 40s and said all she feels like she has to show for it is grief and a lot of built-up anger. And honestly, as a woman, I felt that deeply. Because nobody really talks about how being the "good girl" often benefits everyone around you except the actual good girl. Everyone else gets the patience, the understanding, the sacrifice. And she's the one left realizing she spent years shrinking herself just to keep everyone else comfortable.
I will shamelessly simp for the person I love . If they serve me breakfast , I will move on . If I meet someone else love , I will simp for them again 😂 ❤️
I will heal in heaven
There is this idea floating around that if someone truly loves you, they should just know how to love you. They should intuitively understand your needs, anticipate your feelings, and speak your love language fluently from day one. And while that sounds beautiful in theory, it is not how real life works. Love is not telepathy. It is not mind reading. It is translation. It is two people from different emotional backgrounds, different upbringings, different wound patterns, learning to speak a language neither of them was born speaking.
Some people were raised in homes where love was loud and demonstrative. Some were raised in homes where love was quiet and shown through acts of service. Some learned that love meant sacrifice. Some learned that love meant presence. Some were taught to express affection openly. Some were taught to keep it close to the chest. None of these are wrong. They are just different. And when two different people come together, there is inevitably a gap between how they give love and how they receive it. That gap is not a sign of incompatibility. It is an invitation to teach.
And the beautiful thing is, when someone truly loves you, they want to learn. They want to know what makes you feel cherished. They want to get it right. They may stumble. They may forget. They may need reminders. But their willingness to try is the proof of their love. The person who says, tell me what you need, and then actually does it, that is the person worth keeping. The person who listens when you say, this hurt me, and then adjusts their behavior, that is the person who is invested.
Anxious & Avoidant Attachment Dynamic❤️🩹
Nothing new to see there. Just the classic dance between the anxiously attached and their avoidant partner. Same topic I have been touching on for weeks now.
The anxiously attached person is insatiable. Because their nervous system is wired to scan for threat constantly. They need reassurance the way a plant needs water. It is not a preference. It is survival. They ask questions not to annoy, but to soothe. They seek closeness not to suffocate, but to feel safe. And when they do not get the response they need, they ask again, louder, more urgently, hoping that this time the answer will finally calm the alarm bells ringing in their chest.
They will ask things like, are we okay? Did I do something wrong? Why are you being quiet? Do you still love me? Are you sure? Why have not you replied? Are you mad at me? What are you thinking? Tell me what is going on in your head. Is there someone else? Am I too much? Do you need space? How much space? When will you come back? Do you actually want to be with me? Are you just tolerating me?
And each question feels valid in the moment. Each question feels like the one that will finally unlock the peace they are desperate for. But the answer never fully satisfies, because the anxiety is not really about the answer. It is about the fear behind the question. The fear of abandonment. The fear of not being enough. The fear that this person they love will eventually realize they are too much and leave.
On the other side, the avoidant partner hears these questions and feels suffocated. They experience them not as bids for connection, but as demands, as criticism, as evidence that they are failing. Their instinct is to retreat, to shut down, to create distance so they can breathe. They love their partner, but the intensity feels overwhelming.
When you hurt someone and maintain a relationship with that person, they may bring it up again. They may need more clarity. Even if you have apologized, they may bring it up. And when that happens, it is on YOU to be patient and have a discussion about it. If you hurt that person, it's not up to you to tell them when and how to heal. If you are truly sorry and care about them, you gotta deal with those uncomfortable feelings about how they're still hurting over something. These are the consequences of your actions.