Showing posts with the label Inspirational Story


This post is very necessary here and now. With mails from pregnant students looking for how to give up their babies, to young pregnant and confused girls asking to know if it's possible to get pregnant as a 'virgin'. A young undergraduate got disowned by her Nigerian parents some years back (South East) for getting pregnant. She suffered, nearly lost her life as she moved to a different part of the country, rented a small place with the little savings she still had, just to stay and nurse her pregnancy in private, away from those who know her and away from everything she is used to. (Naija parents sha, may God teach and help us to show affection to our kids, to forget what the world will say and truly be there for these kids at all times).

 All through the period of this unwanted pregnancy, no family member called nor sent a 'Hi' message, not even her dear mom. She nearly died from post natal bleeding soon after the baby was born. Succeeded in giving up for adoption…


I woke up this morning to a phone call from a very big shot in corporate Nigeria. They are hiring. The usual case of having only one or two advertised positions, 5000 or more applicants. They'd taken the applicants to hell and back in the usual Nigerian ways of weeding - endless exams, aptitude tests, etc. Were it possible, Nigerian employers would also organize 100-metre sprint competitions for potential hires just to weed.

Anyway, they are now down to two and the big Oga wanted to talk to me about one of them. I was surprised that somebody at his level of seniority in the corporate ladder should be the one calling about an entry level position designed for EMPLOYABLE University graduates in the millennial generation. I thought that a manager or a


From Lagos to Benin to The Orphanage and back to family in Lagos. Thank you Almighty God for answered prayer. You have worked for them and us while we held our peace Oh God. How you maneuvered this car, how you reversed, how you made the U-turn, how you led them to that orphanage, we do not know but we know that our desire has been granted. You will never allow your name to be

'Twin baby boys arrive in the midst of low sperm count, blocked tubes, ruptured ovaries and large fibroid' - Nigerian mum of three shares this amazing testimony


A Nigerian woman, Folasade Adesalu, whose husband was diagnosed with low sperm count after years of unfruitfulness, has shared her powerful testimony of how God turned her story around and made her the joyful mother of three handsome sons after many years of waiting and dealing with several medical diagnosis on herself and hubby. 
Read her amazing testimony below...

I got married to my husband Olumuyiwa in December 2006. My problems started before I got married. I used to have irregular periods and a very heavy menstrual flow with lots of blood clot right from my secondary school days. I was taken to the hospital, got treated with antibiotics and a whole lot of other medications, though it helped a little but I was not cured completely.

I started getting anxious but not worried that I wasn’t pregnant a year into my marriage and that was the beginning of my journey to several doctors. I consulted various gyneacologist who gave dif…

Actress Lizzy Anjorin continues her shocking growing up story with a post about her mother

After shocking Nigerians with her life of  a neglected child story, the beautiful nollywood actress continues with this tribute to her mum...

Annie Idibia goes down memory lane, shares her Surulere story

I don't even know if it's right posting this, she says...

Diary Of A Pastor's Wife

DIARY OF A PASTOR'S WIFE (EPISODE 1) That morning, my husband David came to pick me at the airport. He was dry faced and tensed, very unusual. Other times, David would be so excited to come pick me, he would kiss and hug me passionately; but today, everything is different. "You kept me waiting for hours in there." I said, gazing angrily at him. "Don't tell me it's traffic honey, today is Saturday." "I'm sorry, I had to pick the kids from summer lessons and then rush to church to counsel a few couples." He said soothingly. 
"You now prepare the kids for school? What happened to Ifeoma? She is the kids' nanny."  "And you are the Kids mom!", he screamed suddenly. "You've been away from your family for 5 months, Ekom; the kids don't even talk about you anymore." David deliberately slowed his breathing in a bid to calm himself down.  I was silent for a while. My lips quivered, but David ignored that he saw …


A class in music appreciation was asked the difference between listening and hearing. At first there was no response. Finally, a hand went up and a youngster offered this solution: Listening is wanting to hear. The golden rule of friendship is to listen to others as you would have them listen to you. There is no greater love than a sympathetic ear , and and some empathy. Listening is a rare happening among human beings especially in these days of gadgets and phone pressing. You cannot listen to the words another is speaking if you are preoccupied with your appearance or with impressing the other, or are trying to decide what you are going to say when the other person stops talking, or are debating about whether what is being said is true or relevant or agreeable. Such matters have their place, yes but only after listening to the word just as it is being said.

Real communication happens only when we feel safe with the other person.


A friend of mine returning to South Africa from a long stay in Europe, found herself with some time to spare at London's Heathrow Airport. Buying a cup of coffee and a small package of cookies, she staggered laden with luggage to an unoccupied table. She was reading the morning paper when she became aware of someone rustling at her table. From behind her paper she was flabbergasted to see a neatly dressed young man helping himself to her cookies. She did not want  to make a scene so she leaned across and took a cookie herself. A minute or so passed. More hustling. He was helping himself to another cookie.

By the time they were down to the last cookie in the package, she was very angry but could still not bring herself to say anything. Then the young man broke the remaining cookie in two, pushed half


One Friday evening, as a carpenter went home after close of  work shutting down his workshop, a black poisonous cobra entered his workshop.
* The cobra was hungry and hoped to find its super somewhere within, it slithered from one end to another and accidentally bumped into a double -edged metal axe and got very slightly injured.
* ln anger and seeking revenge, the


It was a very sunny Saturday morning, and our wedding anniversary. I looked at my wife as she got ready to leave the house for work. She is a doctor and had been on call today. It seemed like yesterday she walked down the aisle to me. Wow! We are twenty-three years in marriage today.

Courageous Cancer Patient Breastfeeding Her baby with one Breast

Mom Battling Cancer Breastfeeds Her Newborn Baby In Emotional Photos...

Strength and courage. She is suffering,  had one breast removed and still finds the strength to breastfeed her son even though she is told ahe can only breastfeed him for the first few days.  She was induced at 36 weeks so she can have the baby before
undergoing chemo. This photo was shared in October 2015, I pray she's fine now. God bless and heal her. Amen. Read her story after the cut:

Your Husband Paid For A Cosmetic Procedure, Would You Go For It?

50 % of adults have surgery or sone kind of procedure  to please their partners. Would you? If your husband/boyfriend pays for you to go for a tummy tuck, face lift, bum implants or breast

UNFILTERED... By Fisayo Talabi

She sighed as she shut the door. Rolake had just left. Her best friend had come complaining about her husband and how broke he was, and had questioned why she even married him in the first place. The bruise on Adaora’s arm made her wince in pain, as she glided it against the wall, by mistake. She’d been wearing a long sleeved top to hide the bruises. She rolled up the sleeves. It was still sore and her light skin was now patched and discolored. … They’d had a fight. It wasn’t news, especially to their neighbours who were always forced to listen to the echoes of constant screams and yells. Last night’s had been different though. Perhaps Victor had started hearing it too. The neigbours had started to gossip about them. In fact, the woman who lived in the opposite flat had actually approached her and had asked if everything was alright between her and Victor. Adaora knew that the woman only wanted somegist from the source, so she had smiled and ignored her. She had to do something about it…

A Testimony By Dee

I was 16 years old in 2006 when I wrote my first Jamb and I scored 300 but didn’t gain admission into the university because my English was withheld in my Waec Result. The next year 2007 the English was released and this time I scored 270 in Jamb and I got admission to study Economics at the Niger Delta University in Bayelsa State Nigeria.
I spent all my four years in the university yet attended church only 3 times (God has forgiven me), Fast forward to 2011, I graduated with a second class lower (2:2), same year I started doing business (buying and selling of female and male items) and November 2011 I went for National Youth Service Corp and rounded up November 2012.
After my NYSC I prayed to God that I don’t want to be Jobless, that I needed a Job before it is November 2013 which will be exactly a year after NYSC. December 2012 I left Port Harcourt where my parents reside and travelled to my state  of origin to stay with my Elder sister for a while because I was so depressed and al…

Lesson Teacher By Fisayo Talabi

Onyeka had gotten married faster than any of her friends had. She had been only twenty and in her final year at the University. 
She'd made plans...
• To graduate with a first class degree in          her department. 
• To build a career in Chartered                  accounting and finance before age 25.
 ....and a lot more. 

She hadn't been married off by force or by pre-planned arrangements by her parents. No. It was a wilful decision. She had met her husband when she was only eighteen. She had been in the executive team of her department and they had planned a career programme which needed sponsorship and the involvement of finance organizations. 
The moment she had walked into his office and started to discuss the department executives' proposal, he had fallen in love with her, so he claimed. He had said he loved that she was so young and ambitious, and that he loved intellectually strong women. 

Fast forward eight years later. 
Onyeka sat in living room of her matrimonial home,…

The Silver Frame

Fisayo Talabi
It was about five thirty p.m on Friday. Most of her staff had started filing out one by one. The famous RCCG camp program was happening so it was pretty sure there was going to be traffic. In an hour, she was the only one left in the building. It wasn’t that she had any work in particular to do.  In fact, she had more thinking to do than work. She had gotten all the reports she needed and discussed with staff from the Legal department on drafting the necessary contracts she needed towards the new contract they were bidding for from a foreign company. She removed her Jimmy Choo high heels and relaxed in her Leather chair. The picture of her and Lanre in the silver frame on her mahogany desk stared her in the face. That one picture, she couldn’t get rid of, even if she had decided to let him go. Yeah, she had to let him go…because he did not belong to her. He was another woman’s husband… *** Folusho had been really lonely. She had

Not All Closed Doors Are Bad

Have you ever wanted something so bad but met a closed door? Sure you prayed about it really hard, even had to fast about it so much but the door remained locked shut. Well, welcome to my world. I’d like to share a story with you as regards closed doors. “I had my life planned out before me and the next step in my books after my BSc. was Masters in the UK. In my books, I had to work for a while to raise at least half of the tuition and I worked rather hard for a young girl and raised the required £4000 in about a year. By June, I had paid the initial

Advice To All Women Out There By AY

Please an advice to all women out there: A friend of mine just called me some minutes ago to tell me about the recent happenings in the life of this our other friend. We were all friends from school. When we were in school this our friend was known to be a very outgoing girl whose eyes were only for the rich guys, dnt dare be "poor" or "have potential" and dare talk to her o. Anyways, we graduated, and started working. one by one we started getting married, but she will always complain about our choices so much that it caused quarrel between her and another friend of ours till today they dont talk. We all got married before her, she just recently got married some months after me this year. All the while she sang her husbands praise, he is rich, he bought this car for her, she will give birth in America he built for her mother, they will vacation in parisetc, and then conclude by asking me, Ay, that your husband sef, make una try go Ghana na as e bad reach, make e …

If You Get What You Want?

If you get what you want, will you really want what you get?That I used to bite my nails is no longer history but that I’m trying so hard to keep them LONG should be in the Guinness world book of records * do those books still exist self*? I had bitten my nails for the better part of my life and trust me when I say that I had battled with keeping them long, or at least make them presentable. I fixed my nails severally especially when I had an event, so as not to embarrass myself. When I had to shake someone or do anything with my hands in public, I had to apply great caution. When anyone asked why I bit my nails, I always had to be economical with the truth( or if you chose to call it lie) most times saying that I liked my nails short just when I couldn’t keep my hands from my mouth was the truth. I met some tall dark handsome,