I was in junior secondary school, living with my parents. I had done something wrong, and as was common in many Nigerian homes at the time, discipline often came with a serious consequence. The mere thought of my father’s belt was enough to inspire what I believed was a brilliant plan…
Social media isn’t just something we consume — it’s also consuming us. Psychologically, emotionally, even spiritually. What feels like harmless scrolling is often a silent exchange… and what you think you’re feeding on may also be feeding on you, unconsciously.
I checked my phone expecting an ordinary morning, but what I heard instead was a cry that changed everything. Someone had died.
Look at you. Life has been so kind to you. You get things easily. Work, funds… everything. That was what someone said to me one day. And when the words landed, there was this awkward pause. Because… what do you even say to something like that?
I didn’t plan to write about courage this week.
But Lagos transport reminded me that Nigerians don’t always suffer because we have no power… sometimes we suffer because we keep quiet.
I almost didn’t write today. My bed and I had a serious meeting this morning… and I was losing. It said: “Come closer.” I said: “Lord, help me.” Pillow ministry almost won. I’m tired—the kind of tired that makes responsibility feel like noise. Even my Easter break tried… but I still came out needing rest from my rest. And I think a lot of us are on 2% pretending we’re fine.
I can imagine Apostle Paul writing to us today… and bro would not be smiling. He’d be thinking: ‘Flashlights on phones in worship? The Holy Ghost didn’t RSVP for a photo shoot…’ But hey—new generation, right?
At what point does helping someone become disobedience to something greater?
I was faced with that question over something as simple as water.
Fear doesn’t always come from our own experiences. Sometimes it comes from the stories we inherit from others.
One day, the people who held us steady as children will move slower than we do.
One day, the voices that once called us every hour will wait for us to call back.
Have you ever wondered what life really looks like when those we love begin to age?
Let’s talk about it.
