Today's story is about the second to the last month of my service year...the goodo September! August ended with me being with the Kunhiyops. When I received my NYSC allowance for August, I withdrew a token and took it to my foster mum. I wanted to contribute to whatever she'd be spending for our upkeep; … Continue reading Diary of a Naija Kopa (11)
July is one of my favourite months in this service year. On July 1, I got my sewing machine. I named it Jae; a Korean name which means Wealth. Okay, don't be surprised. Names are a big deal to me, and naming my properties help me connect with them, speak to them, and use them … Continue reading Diary of a Naija Kopa (9)
When I came to Oyo in January, I brought foodstuff from home so I wasn't buying much here. By April ending, my foodstuff was depleted, and there were some things I couldn't readily get in Oyo. I made a list of food items I'll need and sent it to my mum in Zaria, so she … Continue reading Diary of a Naija Kopa (7)
If Mercy was a guy, I think she should have been named Isaac. There's never a time I'm around her that is not filled with laughter. Her laughter is contagious. On Thursday, April 1, I travelled to Ibadan to meet Mercy in order to fulfill our Easter plans. We went to Odogbo barracks to meet … Continue reading Diary of a Naija Kopa (6)
Diary of a Naija Kopa (5) Today, I am thankful for my business, Royaleclothinghub; my customers, both far and near; the patronages, referrals and endorsements.I'm grateful for the helpers God brings my way. I thank God for keeping my family in good health and sound mind since I left home. I can say March was … Continue reading Diary of a Naija Kopa (5)
My Love Note to Abba To the Father who shines from the heavens with no hidden shadow or trace of darkness; the One who is never subject to change. Flawless. Perfect. Spotless. God of inexhaustible depths. The multi-breasted one; El-Shaddai, I call you. The River that never runs dry. Unlimited. Unrestricted. Boundless. Incomparable. Unsurpassed. Matchless. … Continue reading My love note to Abba (2)
Is God even aware of all that you're passing through?
If you were to write a note to God today, what would you say? You don't have to be poetic about it. It could be your most dominant thought about Him. Let's pen down our different but unique notes to Abba
God didn't go through all the trouble of coming just to tell you how bad you are.
How about having a blend Mary's heart and Martha's hands?
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