THIS WOMAN OF FAITH

I Dare you to Praise! The wait was the hardest part, each passing day brought with it a certain kind of dread,What would the outcome be? What would be our fate?All sorts of scenarios played out in my mind, and time seemed to have come to a halt, it  was a nerve wracking wait.I would catch myself staring into thin air as the days leading up to the fateful day went by in a blur. It took forever before the result of our daughter's diagnosis was finally released and I can still remember sitting in front of the consultant as He looked at my husband and I and told us our daughter was not going to be ok, He said it with no display of emotion, perhaps years of delivering bad news to people must have hardened him up, I couldn’t blame him. I cannot remember the wave of emotions and thoughts that ran through my mind but the ride back from the hospital is one I can never forget.We sat in total silence for that hour long ride home, everyone consumed with their own thoughts, trying to ma...

Distraction! What do you do when you have exhausted all options humanly possible? When it feels like you have hit a brick wall and there is no way to surmount it? What do you do when You just don’t know what to do? This past week, I have literally felt this way.. I have worried much, I have been so bothered about How and when the answers to my most pressing needs were going to come that it had left me feeling dispassionate about the things and people that God has placed in my care. A certain lady who I check up on regularly came to mind and I Sighed; I should check up on her, Maybe later came my reply, I was so consumed by what I was going through and I honestly didn’t feel like encouraging someone else. Days ago I was chatting with a dear friend of mine and she said something to me and I knew it was God speaking, She said; Stella, Do not let anything distract you from your purpose. As I thought about what she said, I could hear God loudly. I could see how crafty and s...

There was so much noise coming from the back… And it was distracting the others close by It was a large hall and the speaker addressing the students was having a hard time Projecting her voice. A few of the students were listening keenly but the back benchers were being entertained By a fine young chap… He was the ring leader; the chief noisemaker. As I made my way to the back,I made eye contact with him and He looked back at me with a daring stare as if to say; What are you going to do to me. I smiled at him and asked him to walk with me. with him out of the way, perhaps the other boys might gain from the speaker. He stood up with a pompous air about him.. His friends cheered and hailed With his hands in his pocket and some major swagger, he strutted towards me. Oh dear I thought, this was going to be interesting. I took Dan outside and we began talking. I asked him a lot of questions; his best food, favourite music and a lot of stuff I cannot remember now. We ch...

So early last year I joined the sea of people commuting into the city of london every day for work. It was such an exciting feeling. The morning rush, the fast paced shuffle of feet approaching from all directions, the well tailored suits and starched shirts, the air heavy with scents and perfumes and many unfamiliar faces. Wow Stella you are now a City Girl😁😁😁 I wasn't used to the hassle at all. Having only ever worked within a half hour drive from home, this was in itself an adventure. Then I met him...A bulky guy with a funny looking face. His loud sonorous voice immediately made me feel at ease. He was the newspaper man..but he was no regular newspaper guy.. He stood in the midst of the crowd outside Bank station with a loud voice greeting all who could hear, with the words;Good morning City, have a lovely day. Wow I thought to myself, how spectacular Every morning he was there greeting, smiling and handing out newspapers. His chant was the same as it was the...

My African Broom. I have so many fond memories of growing up and lately It has been the little things that have left me feeling nostalgic, let’s attribute it to missing my native home.So when I found some bunches of broom at my local African shop a year ago it triggered a whole range of emotions. I am so sure I had seen those bunches of brooms before that day and never took notice of them, But on this particular day,I felt drawn to them and So I bought one. I can’t explain how it made me feel, there was just something so comforting and familiar about holding a broom in my hands It evoked so many memories. I remember as a junior in secondary school, my daily morning duty was to sweep the entrance into our dormitory and you were considered lucky if that was your lot.lol I remembered the huge palm tree that sat in our front yard in our old house and how my mother would make my brother and I serve punishment making brooms from the palm leaves for being naughty...

It was 6.45pm....my brain was doing a slow dance It couldn’t quite figure out what to make for dinner It had been an emotionally draining day.. As I stood by the counter top my thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell How strange..I thought. We were new in town and we had no friends or acquaintances, who Could be visiting so late?  it was definitely not a delivery. I looked at my husband in wonder as the buzzer kept going. It is Dr So and So...came his reply as he dropped the intercom, Really, what does he want? Why is he here? Bidemi looked as perturbed as I was You see  earlier in the day..we had had a consultation with Dr So and So to discuss the findings of the genetic test bidemi and I had done.The hospital had insisted following the death of our daughter. We sat through that rather heart breaking meeting as the Dr looked at the paper which held our  fate and told us empathetically that we were both carries of a gene that made our chances of having h...

My little man loves the barbershop Right from the very day he had his first haircut. I still remember the video his dad made on his first visit when he turned 1. Little Zaine in a big swivel chair covered in a cutting gown; No tears, no fuss.... just pure excitement.. He totally loved it and it has now become a routine he shares with his dad every fortnight. So few weeks back,When I asked if I could take him to the barbershop because his hair was overgrown, he blatantly refused;I want dad to take me not you! Well, daddy was away and mummy would have to do came my reply,after promising that I would make his favourite meal of okra and Amama(Amala ; a western Nigerian meal) he obliged,So off we went.(The joys of parenthood 🤣🤣😂) As we awaited our turn,I couldn’t help but notice a tearful little boy in One of the barber’s chair... His doting dad was trying to console him to no avail as the barber struggled to finish the cut. He was a new guy and I could tell he was having...