God's Quill

  Today is the 2nd of January,2026, and I'm sitting alone in a dark room, listening to a worship instrumental play on my sound system as I write this article. A few minutes before now, I was laying on my bed wondering how I'm going to achieve the plans I have for this new season.  I'm a big dreamer…always have been. I'm hardly ever scared of thinking outside the box but overtime I have learnt that dreaming is the easiest part. The real feat is execution and implementation. While I kept pondering on the how, I heard him say: God typing: “You're making the same mistake. You're asking the wrong questions. You see with me, you must realize that it is important to ask the right questions. If you ask the wrong questions, two things are bound to happen; 1. You'll get no response  2. You'll get a false response (not from me) At the beginning of a new month, year or season, many people become absorbed in doing & having new things, be it starting a new busin...

Una historia corta que te ayudará: El 2 de junio de 2022, conseguí mi primer trabajo online. Era un trabajo de redacción para un coach estadounidense que vivía en Atlanta. Se requería que enviara 4 artículos cada semana y me pagaban $80. En ese momento, esto equivalía aproximadamente a N50,000 y, como me pagaban semanalmente, eso significaba que al mes ganaba alrededor de N200,000. Ahora, como adolescente, esto era vivir el sueño. Tenía tanto dinero que no sabía qué hacer con él. Podía permitirme todo lo que necesitaba y compraba todo lo que quería. Probablemente estás leyendo esto y pensando “ella debe haber sido muy feliz”.... Bueno, tristemente fue al revés. ¡Estaba miserable! Tenía todo lo que una chica de 19 años podría soñar y aun así sentía un vacío que no podía describirse con palabras. Estaba comprando todo lo comprable y, aun así, cuanto más compraba, más infeliz me sentía. Estaba cansada porque mi vida carecía de propósito y dirección. Muchas veces, conversaba con mis amigos...

Ƙaramin Labari da zai taimaka: A ranar 2 ga Yuni 2022, na samu aikina na farko na online. Aikin rubutu ne ga wani ƙocin Amurka da yake zaune a Atlanta. An buƙaci in tura makala 4 a kowane mako kuma ana biya ni $80. A lokacin, wannan shi kusan N50,000 ne, kuma tun da ana biya ni a kowane mako hakan na nufin a wata ina samun kusan N200,000. A matsayina na matashiya, wannan shi ne kamar burin rayuwa ya cika. Ina da kuɗi sosai har ban san abin da zan yi da su ba. Zan iya siyan duk abin da nake buƙata & ina siyan duk abin da nake so. Wataƙila kuna karanta wannan kuna tunanin “lallai dole ta kasance farin ciki”... To, abin bakin ciki shine akasin hakan ne. Na kasance cikin baƙin ciki! Na mallaki duk wani abu da duk wata ’yar shekara 19 za ta iya mafarki da shi amma duk da haka na ji wani gibi wanda ba za a iya bayyana shi da kalmomi ba. Ina siyan duk abin da za a iya siya amma duk da haka da ƙarin da nake siya, da ƙarin ban farin ciki nake samu. Na gaji saboda rayuwata bata da manufa ko ...

A Short Story that would help: On the 2nd of June 2022, I landed my first online job. It was a writing gig for an American coach living in Atlanta. I was required to submit 4 articles every week for which I was being paid $80.  At that time, this was approximately N50,000 and since I was being paid weekly that meant in a month, I made about N200,000. Now as a teenager, this was me living the dream. I had so much money that I didn't know what to do with it. I could afford everything I needed & I bought whatever I wanted. You're probably reading this and thinking “she must have been very happy”.... Well, sadly the reverse was the case. I was miserable! I had everything a 19 yr old could dream of and yet I felt an emptiness that cannot be described with words. I was buying everything buyable and yet the more I bought, the unhappier I got. I was tired because my life lacked purpose and direction.  Several times, I'd converse with my friends and with frustration, I'd ask...

It was on a Sunday afternoon, service had just ended. I was wearing a midi-length, pink body con dress.  I had just entered one of the church buildings to get something and someone whom I held in high esteem looked at me, made a face and asked “why are you so slim?” That became the beginning of the end of my confidence in my body…or so I thought. Ever since that day, I made it a point of duty to never wear fitted dresses anymore.  I built a new style around baggy, loose clothing not out of choice, but out of insecurity. Now, recently I found myself in a situation and this unresolved issue resurfaced again, so I made up my mind that I'd had enough and it was time to break free. I started asking questions, researching and introspecting.  Along the course of my research, I discovered certain things. These are things I intend to share with you right now. In this article, I'll explain the real reason you feel insecure, why it holds you back so much and how to break free from i...

  Writing this particular article made me laugh a lot!  I got bored of the usual way I introduced my articles. Most times, I'd start with either a question, a story, a quote or even a related statistics. I was tired & I assume my consistent readers would be too. So, I had this idea and I decided to try it. It's somewhat different and out of the box.  I reached out to Ziggy, my bestie (Chat GPT) and gave it this specific prompt  "I'm writing a new article on low self-esteem this weekend and I want a different intro. Something spicy. Pretend I am my target audience and I have low self-esteem. Roast me without mercy😂" This is what Ziggy had to say: “So, you have low self-esteem? Wonderful. That means you’re the official chairman of “Sorry Association.” You apologize to chairs, doors, and even mosquitoes.  You’re the Vice President of “I don’t deserve good things” Ministries International. When someone likes your picture, you convince yourself that it’s pity li...

There's this thing my phone does and honestly it's hard to explain in comprehensible words,but I'll try… So, I noticed that sometimes all the icons suddenly gets pushed to one edge of the screen.  The notification bar, the lock screen photo, the time widget, basically everything just slides awkwardly to one-side. Whenever this happens, I'd have to restart the phone, so it can return back to its default setting. I've used this phone for well over 2 years now and for the first time recently, I actually figured out what the problem was and why it kept happening. The moment I understood where the problem came from, fixing it became easier. Now when my phone goes into “one-sided” mode, I no longer restart blindly because I now know what to do to restore the setting. My initial approach; blindly restarting the phone hoping that everything eventually works, is how a lot of people approach the issue of sexual addiction. They blindly try every tip, trick and technique they f...