There is no such thing as “little.” It’s only our perspective that makes it seem so. The little prayers whispered before sleep.The little gifts given with love.The little text message.The little act of checking in.The little encouragement offered at the…
April felt like a quiet storm.It was my birth month, and I’m a year older now, deeply grateful to God for life and growth, but beyond the celebrations, it carried a weight I didn’t quite anticipate. The kind of weight…
Oh Winnies, I’ve missed you so much 🤍 (Yes… winnies from winners 😉) Today, I’m doing something different. My past posts have been prose….emotion, faith, love, growth…but today, I’m letting you into my mind in a different way. This poem…
We’ve all been there. The calendar flips to the final day of the month, and suddenly, the weight of every “I’ll do it tomorrow” hits all at once. For me, that day is today, February 28th. I promised myself I…
Not all Januaries begin with fire. Some begin with silence, questions, and quiet survival. Winnies, how are you really doing? I’ve missed you so much. A quick introduction wouldn’t hurt, you know. My name is Oshodin Favour, a 600-level medical…
Recently, I’ve become more intentional about this thing called “gratitude.” Before now, I was that girl who felt grateful but didn’t always know how to express it well. My heart would be full, but my expression would barely reach 50%.…
“Oga, you wan kpai yourself abi? How you wan take pay the money wey you dey owe? ”That question sounds harsh until you understand when and why it was asked. A young man was drowning in pressure, debts, shame, fear,…
“November was a crazy month.Not just busy – chaotic. ●School exams. ●Business. ●Responsibilities. And activities popping up from every corner. It felt like the kind of month that didn’t even give me room to breathe, talk less of think. There…
I racked my head so hard I felt like hitting it on a stone, maybe something good would come out of it. But I wouldn’t dare. It would hurt too much. October has been a month of too many new…
Never have I been this lazy. If I were to plot a graph, September would be the peak of it. I think I know why-but what’s the essence of giving excuses? Now, let me describe this laziness. I’d love to…