FOOTPRINTS... where does yours lead?   G rowing up as a village boy, I only got to see beaches in text books and mostly in the few movies I was privileged to have seen. Two things always fascinate me about the beach: first is the shore that avail people space to sit and relax. Second is the footprints of people walking around the beach, some are being washed away immediately after the waters surge over it and some stay a bit longer before they get erased in one way or the other. As we journey through life, for the entire brief time allocated to us to live, we are constantly leaving behind us footprints, trails and traces of where we have been, and where we eventually ended in life. Worthy of note here is the truth that regardless of how great or otherwise your footprints were or are, others are planting their feet in them. This is one reality in life that if most people integrate as they daily live, it will largely determine the manner with which they live

    A lmost a month ago I shared on “Things for Life and not Life for things”. The focus of that piece hinged on life coming first before things. It buttressed the fact that technological gadgets are made by us and for us and not us for them. Hence we should not let them be the parameters with which we define and measure life. Rather, we are to make them serve us and not the other way round. This piece will build on “ Things for Life and not Life for things” and take it a bit further, make it a bit specific and more practical. Some of the issues I will raise here may not sit down well with you because they are purely my sentiments and for that, I apologize. I have two very inquisitive and curious cousins, both of them are teenagers. Whenever I am come around, I am sure of Q & As sessions on barrage of issues. Well, sometimes in the first quarter of this year, the youngest had his Facebook account and oh, it became an achievement of the century for him. He

  Put Yourself Out There – You’ve got nothing to lose   I t was December 31 st , 2015, cross-over night into the year 2016. Prior to that, I had been thinking of writing something a bit different from the conventional Happy New Year message to my friends . Hence, I created a broadcast list on my WhatsApp, wrote some few lines that had nothing to do with the Yuletides but will sure help on the journey of the year. Well, that was how it all began for me. True, I have always loved inspiring and motivating people to be their best since I was a teenager, I desire to see that people live life to the fullest, this is why I resolved into writing. What was meant to be just a New Year message, turned out to be a daily broadcast that run for eight months. It was hard, tasking on my writing ability but a worthwhile exercise. 2017 was a decisive year for me, the year I finished my National Youth Service and took some life shaping decisions afterwards such as starting t

NOTE:         This is going to be one of my shortest writings lately, I hope I pass the message with these few words. I t was a praise and worship Sunday, the first Sunday in the month of October, I was not sure if I was ready for the day as I dragged tired unwilling self to church. Well, going to church that day eventually paid. Amidst the rapturous rhythm and melody of the music that overwhelmed the atmosphere, the massive energetic display of youthful dance and the sacred devotion offered to God through all these, my heart was drawn to something. I took notice of an aged woman whom I have known for like nine years now in the church. Yes, it is a student church and you can as well just imagine the kind of strength present in such environment especially on a praise and worship Sunday. However, the strength, determination and concentration the old woman gave into her dance was enchanting and one of a kind. Q uickly, my heart was drawn to

  Disclaimer The message of this piece may or may not be for everybody, however I pray that somehow you relate with these few words and make sense out of it. O ne of the things I have been consistent with this year is “morning runs”; I exercise three times a week, alternating between the week days. The entire experience became more fun when one of my friends became my neighbour few months ago, and we began running together. Well, what we do every day we go running is adding upon the distance we covered previously and no matter how small the addition is, it gives us a sense of improvement. However, lately, we have been overwhelmed with life and personal struggles that we often skip our morning exercise, and prior to now that I am writing this piece, it has been almost two weeks that we have not gone running. W hat we discovered and even talked about while running this morning (5:27am, Saturday October 24 th , 2020)   was that in as much as our body systems have adopted and adjus

E arlier this week, I got chatting with a lady on social and I asked after her wellbeing, she told me that she is not too well. Inquiring further, she promised to tell me what was wrong with her on the condition that I would pray for her; I did agreed to pray with her (not for her) whatever the issue might be. Well, she said what was wrong with her was that she doesn’t has a phone and is making her sick. I did sympathized and empathized with her and in response I gave her my own story.  April 11th 2014, I bought my first android phone (don’t ask me why I still remember the date please), it was a Tecno P5, the ecstasy could not let me sleep on time, I suppose you can relate with that kind of feeling. As time goes on, I became addicted to my phone, so addicted that it was hard for me to stay a moment without my hands being busy touching it. August 2015, I got my laptop, again, it became so dear to me that spending a night without it by my side felt as if something was missing. Those two

  This piece is an aftermath of an online freelance writing application I did few months ago, however, regardless of why I wrote it in the first place, sharing it with you guys is worth it. W inning is one word everyone loves to associate with, but very few people are ever prepared for it. Defeat on the other hand is the antithesis of wining and victory; and the truth is, no one is ever ready to taste defeat in life, yet most people are planning for defeat by not preparing for victory in life. We all live and exist in time and space, what we do with these two largely determine the outcome of our lives at the end of the day as to whether we win or lose, first to ourselves then to our families and our immediate communities. Running down the path of history, it is obvious that those who left a scratch on the sand of time were men and women who were guided by certain principles in life, they fought the battle of life by those guiding rules and their various victories serve as blueprint