When people talk about serving God or their journey with God, I can't help but to wonder about their relationship with God and if He actually answers their prayers or not. I also wonder if they feel as if their life is on hold. On a normal day my relationship with God is uaually a 7 out of 10 but it seems like these days when I need God the most i'm so far away from Him.When people say it's hard serving God, I used to wonder how is that even possible? I mean we do live in a free world it's not like the bible times when people were being persecuted for serving God. But truth be told it is hard: it's hard to be regular with God and it's even harder to have faith in God. Some nights ago I was having the time of my life singing my ass off to a bunch of Bob Marley songs, the way I was singing you'd think I was the guy's music partner from back in the day, I put so much soul into the whole thing. Hours later it was time for bed and we had to do our usual night prayers, for me to sing even one praise and worship song was a task it felt as if my throat had nails in it, I was so nonchalant and highly annoyed about the whole thing. Later as I was trying to sleep I thought to myself why was it so easy for me to sing those Bob marley songs but so difficult for me to sing the gospel songs later on. The thing is that I'm not the only victim of such, this happens to quite alot of people and the sole reason behind why this happens is eight letters only: the devil.
Worshiping God shouldn't be an assingment or a routine, it should be something that excites you like shopping or buying a new Kendrick Lamar album. God is the reason why you're still alive and He's going to be the reason why you succed (well unless you enter a cult..) but God is God. I'm not trying to preach the "good news" to you guys, believe me that's the last thing on my mind but I do want y'all to know that in order for things to move along for you in life without facing consequences you should Let Go: of your worries,doubts and negativity and Let God: take over every aspect of your life. Serving God doesn't mean you should become "Mary Amaka" or "ndi deeper life", serving God should be fun and done with all your heart.
Let's not allow room for the devil to take us away from someone who truly loves us flaws and all, lets improve our relationship with God so that in due time we'll see what the big deal is about God and see that serving Him is most definitely worth it.

Surrounded by Disney princesses and nothing but the color pink. A twin bed that felt like a California king bed, a wall full of memories, desires and the people i admire.A huge spray paint tag of my sister's name and I that almost earned me a slap from papa dearest lol. A closet full of colorful clothes and shoes that i'd either end up loving or hating , my favorite jeans and tons of shoe boxes that housed various accessories. A basket full of teddy bears that i'd hide at night thinking they used to watch me sleep, a stand with my trusted lamp for the dark nights and my radio/iPod deck that always filled my room with life. Across my twin bed was another twin bed with a human being i call my sister aka the bearer of my deepest darkest secrets. On my bed was various sizes and shapes of pillows and my green velvety bible. A cold wood floor that accumulated clothes tags, receipts, buttons and long forgotten pens. Near the door was a tall bookshelf full of books: mostly romance and anime, never cared for textbooks. Separating the two beds was a long dresser filled with clothes and beauty/sanitary products that were laid out on top of it.
Although it was small it was jam packed with sweet items, sweet memories, pure laughter, tears, fights and genuine happiness.
This used to be my room and i couldn't have asked for a better room to grow up in..

Dear Mr. President, 

  We're from different generations so I doubt you were a rebellious teenager who felt like your parents didnt give you enough freedom, BUT I do know you were a prisoner of poverty(after all the poster outside the PDP office says you walked to school without shoes.) I know although now you live a rather lavish life, you still remmeber how it feels to be poor. Now lets take a trip down memory lane, as a kid you only want the good things never the bad but in your case unfortuantely you were forced to experience the latter. For the fact that you were forced your freedom to enjoy good things in life was prevented by the bastard we call poverty.
Now Mr. President think about the 234 girls who were taken from their school, imagine how they feel to have their freedom taken away from them within the blink of an eye. Their freedom to see their loved ones, their freedom to movement and their freedom to life has all been taken away from them just like that..i know you at least experienced these freedoms but imagine if you didn't.. Sure you keep telling the nation that you're doing your best towards the situation,but your best isn't good enough and your wife crying "chai chai there is God ooo" won't help us find where these poor girls are..Yes there are 1000+ more girls in this country but these 234 girls that are missing are also the future of this country.. Mr. President you're a man, I think it's about time you do what every man does when problems arise: take charge and let these evil men know that enough is enough.

                                                                                          Sincerly,
                                                                                            A Very Concerned & Annoyed  Citizen

Do you ever wonder what would happen if a crises was to happen in your country?
What would you do? How would you react to the situation at hand?
Would you pack up and leave your family behind if you had the opportunity or stay back with them and prepare yourselves for the possible outcomes?
I've always thought about the situation in my country and I've always worried for the future of my country, but lately im a little more concerned with the issues that my country is facing at the moment.
I'm a really big fan of Chimamanda Adichie and recently I decided to re-read "Half of a Yellow Sun"(one of my favorite books from her) and I asked myself what would happen if I was in Olanna or anyone of the characters shoes during the crises that arose in the story and I didn't know how to answer it truthfully especially since you cant lie to yourself. I then asked myself another question what if another war was to happen in Nigeria what would I do or how would I react? Well my rational answer would be to stay of course, what about my other family members who don't have the same opportunity as I have to leave the country? It wouldn't be right to just leave them and let them face whatever the outcome may be alone. Then my irrational answer would be to go back to America where I know I'd be safe. But in all honesty I'm a Nigerian not an American and as a citizen and indigen of Nigeria I think it's only fair to stick by your country's side during the good, the bad and the ugly.
 What the country needs aren't a bunch of old almost dying grandfathers who call themselves politicians but a new set of young, fresh -faced people who have the motive of doing whats truly right for this country. The funny thing is that these "young fresh-faced" people we are looking for are among us we just don't know who they are..yet. It could be that girl that you can't stand or that guy you just can't quite get along with..it can even be that "Mary Amaka" that's always over hyping Jesus..it could even be me haha..you just never know these things..
Bottom line is that something is happening in our country and it needs to stop but who will have the courage to stand up and fight?

"Oh you're Nigerian!? " -  A question that was so frequently asked when I was in 6th through 9th grade. I used to think it was a good thing that I didnt look like "those other africans" because I wanted to look like a fellow American especially since i grew up around mostly white kids and for them to say my name was always a mouthful. What I didn't know was that both the people who asked me those questions and even myself were full of sheer ignorance.
I wonder if there is any book, handbook, or rule book that says Africans or Nigerians are supposed to look a certain way? Maybe these books are installed into the minds of the non-africans. The world's idea of a fellow african is that africans are all black,uneducated,maltreated beings who cant depend on themselves and are nothing but corrupt.I figured out that the worlds idea of Africans was completely wrong when my family and I moved back to Nigeria.
My first week there I was shocked shitless, at the time there was a particular shoe brand that was popular in the U.S  called "Toms". The day I saw it on someones feet in Nigeria I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, i was still in my ignorant stage. The people I came across were far from the igbotic images I was expecting to see. I saw people of different colours with all sorts of beauty and unique structures. As I started to get to know the country i realized that it was truly a wonderful place to live in, not because every road is perfect or because there are white people every corner you turn (well these days they are frequently spotted either accompanied by an igbotic looking girl or accompanied by two mopols)  but because the people who I believed were barbaric in nature were cultured, even more cultured than myself in things I liked such as music(good music at that), art, fashion and so much more.
I started to realize that I was the barbaric one for being so myopic towards my own race. I then told myself that the next time someone asks "are you really Nigerian?" That I would ask "are you really (inputs ethnicity)?" Trace your roots folks, it'll not only let you know who you are but it'll also give you the power to never lose yourself in the crowd.