Memoirs

How 2016 Was A Good Year Around Here

Hi Fam! Happy new year! I have missed being here and missed you all. I hope you all had an awesome holiday. Some of you are still flexing somewhere and I envy you. Bring back chin-chin for us oo. So erm…first of all, my Christmas was half-lit, half messed up. On the 28th, I got up and couldn’t move. My waist was on fire and I have been bedridden until then. Even as I type this, I still can’t sit up for more than five minutes or so. Awful pain. If you are passing by my house when my husband is trying to get me to stand straight, you’d think he’s beating me. Yes, the pain is so bad I cry like a baby. But hey, forget all that. God has healed me and I can’t shout. I am fine. Let’s talk about 2016. For almost everyone in Nigeria, it was…

When God Overdoes…

This story is gotten from mamalette. If you’re down in the dumps and you think God has abandoned you, read this and renew your faith today. I hope this uplifts someone. When God does, he overdoes it. Good morning! . . . . My husband and I have been married close to 3 years. We live in the US and I have the best health insurance plan there is, my doctors are one of the best at Kaiser, yet no child. I wondered why I couldn’t get pregnant as I remembered how I would get pregnant for my ex boyfriends with ease and I did abort those precious babies with ease as well. I prayed for forgiveness everyday and I promised God that I would never abort a baby again. My pet daughters and family friends would call and say “Aunt I am pregnant and I don’t know what to do”,…

You Don’t Believe In The Supernatural? This True Story Will Change Your Thinking

This is a true life narration from a wonderful friend and fan of this blog. She has always been here, reading and commenting but I knew nothing of her ordeal until she shared this with me. She has been gracious enough to share it with you guys as well. It takes strength extraordinary and courage to open up this way. She wants to encourage anyone going through similar struggle or any type of struggle at all, and let them know that God is always there for them. She wishes to remain anonymous. I joined the LTFR club in the last quarter of 2011 to horn my poetry skill and network. Another essential reason is also to find a place where I can temporarily escape from the trauma I was experiencing. Participating in club activities, interacting with poets alike was therapeutic for me. I was dealing with a spiritual ailment. Struck with multiple…

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