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...

  It's 4am, I just finished praying and then the story of David comes to mind… The Lord had asked me to do something before today, and I said he should give me a sign first, else I will not do it… lmao And just then, it occurred to me, “Which sign did David see before taking on Goliath?” “Which dream did he have?” The guy didn't even hear any voice that said  “Oya go now, I'm sending you!...” His Daddy just sent him to do delivery work, then he heard Goliath and he thought to himself, “I can kill this man nau” I was studying this passage in 1 Sam 17 and a lot of things were going through my mind…like, “What was David thinking?” “How come he wasn't afraid of Goliath’s size?” “Was he born naturally courageous?” “Abi did he smoke something that the bible forgot to mention?” Because see, it is not normal for a teenager, who is absolutely inexperienced in battle, to look at a man 5 times his size and think that he can kill him… It is also not normal for a teenager to chase ...

One of my first heartbreaks happened the Sunday I realized Travis Greene is actually married with kids. I had fallen in love with him so much, I had imagined severally that I would mother his kids and we'd live happily ever after in Dallas, Texas or wherever he resided in the states. This love started to bud the moment I heard his popular song - You Waited I loved the song so much that I started to love the married man who sang it. I first heard the song when I was somewhere around the age of 15 or 16 and it has been many years later, but it still remains one of my favorite things to listen to… Today on Sunday the 18th of May, at around 4am I was up worshipping, praying and preparing for church service as I usually would and this song dropped in my spirit… After the first and second listen, I literally started bawling on my bed because it suddenly dawned on me… As a teenager, I would wail the lyrics to this song…literally lol “Where would I be, If you'd left me God? Where would...

For the past weeks, I have been reading a particular book that has convicted me, encouraged me, rebuked me and brought out more tears from my eyes than anything else. Book: Tortured for Christ by Richard Wurmbrand  I have read about the great courage and sacrifices of Christians who died in prison cells...  the great conviction with which they witnessed for Christ and the great zeal with which they propagated the Gospel although it was forbidden then. These men, women, boys and girls cared nothing for themselves.  They were so enveloped with the love of Christ that they were willing to do anything and everything to not just keep their faith but also spread it… They challenged societal structures, they challenged philosophical concepts, they challenged professors and teachers, they challenged the world and it's hatred for Christ… They did all of these things knowing fully well that it could cost them their lives and freedom.  They didn't serve by convenience, they ser...

I was scrolling through Twitter (X) one day and I saw a tweet that triggered me. A young guy asked a question which in my opinion is absolutely necessary not just in it's entirety, but for the strengthening of the believer's conviction in what we preach. The question He asked was: (paraphrased) “If I already have money, success, good health, love etc then why should I give up certain pleasures to follow Jesus? Seeing that the things he promises are things I already possess” And then he added, “please it's an honest question cause I'm genuinely confused…” Now, this was the beginning of it for me… I continued asking from where he stopped, but not online, just between I and God now… I thought it was not just an intelligent question, but also a common one too…. It's a question we as Believers and Propagators of the Gospel must be ready to answer….and answer well if we truly want to win quality souls for the Master. If we are faced with a person who seemingly has everyth...

  It’s 3:43am and I’m sitting in my room wondering, how exactly do I get out of this situation… The type of work I do is risky but I still do it anyway. I pour money into ads, get leads, pitch to them and hope they buy .   I have seen it work severally and so I have held on tightly to it because not a lot of things have worked in my life like this.   So what did I do?  I have been incurring lots of losses recently but because I still needed to be in business, I resolved to take loans just so the business can stay afloat.   Quite frankly, I hate social media marketing! And yet I do it because, asides the fact that I'm pretty good at it, it's one of the few skills I possess that I have been able to successfully monetize.   But like I said earlier, I absolutely hate having to do it.  It exhausts my soul and dysregulates my spirit.   Having to be online for hours just allows so much noise and nonsense into my mind and I genuin...

Read Part 1 Here👋 I promise I'm not rebellious! My stubbornness and disobedience is as a result of fear, not rebellion. Yes Lord I am afraid… You know, it actually was my idea to do this thing you're currently insisting on. I can remember times when I'd just cry out in frustration that I'm tired of doing what I have to and I want to do what I love. But then…I live in a real world with real needs, real bills and real responsibilities. They're staring at me in the face and it just incapacitates me And by the way this is not an excuse, it's the place where I'm at. Lord, I genuinely want to obey you, but what about the needs? ____________________________________ God typing…. “So don’t worry at all about having enough food and clothing. Why be like the heathen? For they take pride in all these things and are deeply concerned about them.  But your heavenly Father already knows perfectly well that you need them, and he will give them to you if you give him first p...

  I feel like everything I've known my entire life has just been ripped off. All this while, I have been in my cocoon where it was warm and safe, but now like a lost child,... I'm standing in the middle of nowhere without the slightest idea of what to do, how to act or who to become. There is this strong urge in my heart to run back - run back to what is familiar, run back to what is known, run back to what is secure, to what I know I can always bank on - my comfort zone…. But then there is an even stronger urge to wait, watch and explore all these possibilities I now have access to. Honestly, it is hard to explain in comprehensible words because I feel fear, excitement and optimism at the same time. Fear of what could go wrong, excitement for the new, and hope for something good.  How do I navigate all of these emotions? Where do I go from here? What should I do? The best analogy to describe this would be the metamorphosing of a butterfly… This creature may not have an outle...

I saw a little girl cuddled up with her Dad and I was jealous… Seated on a gray couch, directly opposite the television with a movie on - Mission Impossible , the living room was dimly lit, but the light from the screen made it possible to see. She is 12 years old, light-skinned, and pretty. All of the things I used to be. Her father laid slightly on the couch, his right arm draped over the top of the cushion, his legs were relaxed on the center table, and his eyes fixed on the TV. He was having a great time. She left were she was seated and climbed up to the couch, neatly folding herself in a nook beside him,  she wrapped her hands around him, and slowly rested her head on his bulgy tummy with her eyes also glued to the TV. Tom Cruise had done something in the movie and the Dad was making a comment about it, so I turned to listen and that was when I caught the first glance. After then, I couldn't stop turning, not because he kept talking, but because I wanted more of what I had s...