Urgh! I used to hate praying a lot. It felt like so much work because of the template we grew up with. That sweet sleep between 5 and 6 a.m especially if I slept late then my mum wakes me up abruptly “Alicia!!!! Wake up, it’s time for morning devotion” It became a chore I dreaded. Sometimes, at the sound of her voice I’d quickly kneel beside my bed, lifting up holy hands to make it seem like I’ve praying before she opens my door.
This is me trying to retrace my roots. I feel I have staggered in the wrong direction and God has a way of bringing it to my attention, HE sure does love me so much to care. I’m tired of staggering to and fro therefore I’d do my best to stay more conscious this time.
Every new month is graced with a Guest Post. So here’s something from one of my favorite people. It took a lot of persuasion to get him to write and eventually birthed this beautiful piece. I hope you love it as much as I do. Oh! he chose to stay anonymous because he’s shy. Lol, just joking.
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First Guest Post officially launched, Whoop! Whoop!!. This post is very timely for me because i feel like there’s something in the air this period that is making people give up on Love. I hope this post changes your mind. My guest writer decided to stay anonymous for now so enjoy the story..
At certain point(s) in the life of a young man, you come across some real-life scenarios that shape your future…and your destiny.
Several months down the line, she concluded her exams and returned home in the same city I lived back in Nigeria. We had frequent outings and more expensive fun times, and then my finances began to dwindle acutely. I had gotten the SOS from my bank statements and so the CVs had to start flying out. There were times I could not afford to buy petrol to enable me drive to her home and take her out to the movies or some fun places. I often used the excuse of tending to my father when I found myself in that acute financial condition. Knowing that I was a great football lover to the point it became an addiction, and that I was a firm supporter of Manchester United Football Club, I often used the excuse of watching football to let her know why I couldn’t come to see her.