Palm-of-Deborah

Yayyy! It’s Christmas again💃💃 source: @theunidenticalduo You know why I love Christmas especially while growing up; there is always this mushy feeling everywhere, the keresimesi odun de carols, the lights, decorations, santa clus (well sha, na father christmas  i dey call am o😅), the ‘Mary and Joseph’ stage play in school and yunno what? The new gown and koko shoe was the realllll deal😜. I even coined a name, I termed Christmas, “ odun kekere ” and new year, “ odun nla ” so that I could get my complete package for both celebrations. In fact, you need to see me rampaging with my promise card😂. Oops! how can I forget my favourite, “ ina olorun ”. O-mooo!!! Childhood was lit o, the sweet memories it brings, makes me long for it again and again. But sha, the little girl is still growing and believes that the years to come will bring greater and sweeter experiences. Amin. Pretty more than all the parties, feastings, gifts, decos: this season should remind us of Christ’s birth on...

Few days back, I lost a close family member and it hit me hard to my bones. Do you know why? Aside the bills, we’ve prayed, prayed and prayed. Then, when it looked like God had answered us, it turned out to be otherwise. The incident triggered sadder and sorrowful events I had formerly experienced. It brought a mix of emotions within me. Some questioned if God truly does answers prayer while some queried my faith. Amidst those thoughts, I kept hearing “my thoughts are good but my ways are not your ways” . “Are your ways to make us cry? Are your ways to make us go through so much adversities?” I broke down in tears. At times, we are faced with so much troubles, pain, sorrow, fears, insecurities that they begin to slowly challenge our faith and trust in Him who knows and have the best in mind for us. We begin to question if He is indeed faithful or even exist ( I’ve been there too ). This post is not to provide answers to your unanswered questions, I have a lot too ( but I’ve told GOD th...

Beloved, Trust you followed through the Scenes . If you haven’t, kindly click on the link 👆👆 to read it. Also, I will like to appreciate all who read, shared and commented. Thanks for the engagement. You know I love you right?😉🤗🤩 Alrighhhht! Let’s keep the ink flowing💃 The two scenarios in the previous post were inspired by 2 Timothy 3:7 which reads, “Ever learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth”. I had come by the scripture aforetime but never really paid much attention to its detail until recently.  It pointed me to this generation of new age believers. We know so much but understand a little. I pondered on its possibility until I came to the realization that either of these 👇👇👇👇 were deficient. - The Message (Source) Jesus acknowledged the word as the Truth (John 17:17). This means that anything that is different from the word of God is not and can never be truth.  Paul cautioned the brethren that they could become enslaved through philosophy...

  M.O.G (Man of God) (SATURDAY) It was a breezy evening. The moon came out earlier than it should, its light casted a shadow on the face of Pastor Lekan, popularly called Pastor Lay cause of the way he lays out his sermons during ministration. His charisma alone was strong enough to attract the screams and applauds of members, not to even mention his dictions and alliterations, his humor was nothing to be compared to, in fact, he was one of the most loved youth pastor of The Cornerstone Cathedral. As soon as Pastor Lay sat on the sofa behind the dining table, he pulled the encyclopedia and his laptop closer. With one hand, he searched out different vocabularies, with the other hand, he browsed through different commentaries and articles on the internet, then wrote them into his sermon notes. “the realest M.O.G”, he laughed as he hailed himself. “Tomorrow service is gonna be lit mehn, this is how I’m going to walk on the stage tomorrow”, he gestured. “My congregation is gonna feel m...

  Ohhh no! It happened again. But why? But why? She shrieked. Her eyes were filled as she moved close to the door. She peeped through the small opening then paced back to the front of the window. “I just hope no one saw me. I don’t want to do these anymore but I can’t just stop, I can't stop, I have tried all means, I’ve prayed a million times, seems God has just decided to shut the door of heaven on all my prayers and effort.  She looked toward her bedside, the sight of her discharge on the dildo disgusted her, then she turned towards the other corner, there, she sighted her old-skinned bible. She looked away at first but then, just like a magnet, she was attracted to the so called “holy book”. She moved to where it lies, picked it up and flipped through the pages not knowing exactly where to open. Her hands froze on getting to page 564 as she was glued to the prints which reads, “my help comes from the LORD, the maker of heaven and earth”. She paused, then, whispered in tear...

Few days back while I was replying some whatsapp chats, a guy entered my dm and asked me some questions pertaining to a business. I innocently replied him as per business deals na. Can you imagine what happened next? Hmmm the matter big pass the one we fit settle o🤦 He forwarded a long text to me, and said it’s a game. I skimmed through the supposed game….ahhh it’s not funny o, I was fuming. Questions like “ your favourite 53X position”, “size of d*** you’ll like to see”, “send me your sugarpic (S2R)" and all sorts . From business talks to all those, oo shock mii gan. I wanted to block his number but no…I left him😲. ‘He's a business prospect, so might be useful another day’, I thought. I just ignored and muted him. Guess his next line of action?    He messaged me another day, and now he painted the game in a very good way….see ehn if he was a marketer, clients will flood in mehn. He typed, ‘ it’s notin’ serious na, it’s just a game after all, let’s just have fun…you don’t ev...

She watched and listened as they raged that night, she was only seven, though her naïve mind could not comprehend why her father was always hitting her mother, she just knew it wasn’t right. “is this how every home is? What is wrong with my daddy?’’. She was still on the island of thoughts when she heard her mother scream, then ‘gbua’ she heard again, her mother was lying lifeless on the ground. That was the beginning of a new journey for her, a journey of utter hatred for men.              −−−−−−−−−−−−−−−− “I know I’m a monster, I know, it’s written all over me, even mummy calls me that every day, she said I’m the reason my father left, that I am not good for anything, at school, the same thing, my teacher said I can never know anything because my brain is too dull…I’m just a bad luck, she wallowed in tears as she soliloquized. “nobody wants to be associated with me, all I’ve tried to do had never worked well, I don’t even think there is hope f...