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Once upon a time, in a place I cannot name and a time I can not reveal. There was a man, his name was XL. 

XL’s mother had died giving birth to him and his father had been his only guardian, he grew up a very lonely child, by the time he was 6 years old his father married again. Her name was Eleanor; Eleanor was unable to have any children due to a genetic diesease, XL was an answer to her prayers, he was the son she would never have been able to have. 

Slowly but surely, XL and his new mother formed a strong bond. His father was barely around always going around the world on business trips, it was just XL and his mom. Eleanor trained and taught her son, teaching him manners, taking him to church, counseling him and all.

Unfortunately, disaster struck soon and at age 15 XL lost his second mother. He had been very reserved, very stubborn and difficult in his childhood, but his mother’s death made him shut himself from the world. He only ever communicated with his childhood friends freely, others could barely get a word from his mouth.

XL’s father decided to send him to military school a year later when he started acting up, his step-grandmother who had accepted to be his guardian could barely keep him in check. From military school XL went on to enlist in the army in a bid to run away from his lonely and empty life back at home, he was also searching for something, he didn’t know what, he initially thought he was searching for death and the adrenaline that comes with action on the battle front, he soon came to realise that was not what he had been searching for. 3 years I to his military career he was advised to withdraw, although XL was a good soldier and an excellent marksman, he was driven to near insanity, insomnia and suffered heavily from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). 

He was in a military rehabilitation centre for 10 months before he was let out into the civilian world again and in those 10 months his step-grandmother, Mrs Helen had come to see him every week. At first, he was unaccomodating of the old woman, but he soon came to love her. Mrs Helen listened to him talk about his military career and immediately knew what exactly XL had been searching for when he entered military service. 

“XL, it’s not love or fulfillment or adrenaline or any of that, that you were searching for when you joined the military” Mrs Helen told her step-grandson, a couple of years later as she lay on her death bed “You were searching for what every human soul searches for in this life and it can only be found in one place. There is only one person who can give you the rest that your soul most desperately desires and his name is Jesus.”

XL shook his head in tears as he held the hand of this old lady that he had come to love over the past years “God? Nah, he gave up on me a long time ago”

“No XL, he never did, he’s been waiting for you for so long, he’s crazy in love with you, he’s desperate for you, he has your name engraved in the palm of his hand, his angels are ready to throw a huge coming home party just for you in heaven if you surrender yourself to him” Mrs Helen said. 

XL shook his head yet again “Even if all that is true, it’s too late for me”

Mrs Helen squeezed XL’s head “It’s never too late for anyone who’s willing to give God a chance, the only time it’ll ever be too late for you is when you die without him, it’s not too late XL”

“You don’t get me, Grandma” XL said “Do you know the things I’ve done? The people I’ve killed? All the things I’ve entangled myself in over the years? I can’t even begin to tell you the half of things I did even before I joined the military. It’s too late for me Grandma, I’m too far gone, don’t you get it? I’m in too deep. There’s no hope for a person like me”

“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord” Mrs Helen began “though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”

“What?” XL asked? 

“If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land” Mrs Helen continued.

“You think you are too far gone, but God has promised that no matter how filthy you are inside, no matter what awful things you may have done, if you are willing and obedient, he will cleanse you by himself. If your sins are as scarlet, they shall be made like snow, even though they are red as crimson, they shall be made like wool. XL, God’s hands are not shortened to save, don’t undermine his power; his ears are not heavy not to hear you when you call out to him. Sweetheart, give God a chance. Just give him a chance and obey him and he’ll change your life completely.

“Promise me”

“Huh?” XL looked up at his Grandma 

“Promise me you’ll give Jesus a chance. XL I need you to promise me that for the next 1 year at least, you will give Jesus a chance, talk to him, he listens to you; read the Bible start from the 4 Gospels hear what Jesus has to say and you’ll see that you aren’t too far gone. You’re right where he needs you to be”


Isaiah 59:1 KJV

Behold, the Lord’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear.

Talk to God, he’s listening. 

Lovely thoughts for lovely people. 

👑 Àyànfé (the King’s Beloved)

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​Romans 8:5 KJV

For they that are after the flesh do mind the things of the flesh; but they that are after the Spirit the things of the Spirit.

Someone asked what is my obsession with this scripture because I always go back to it over and again. 

Well, when I started learning to hear from God, this was the no #1 scripture he gave to me that I fully understood.

So it has already been established, you can’t follow God and follow the crowd. Number 2 is; you can’t do the things of God and continue to do the things of the world. Nope, it doesn’t work out that way. You can’t lead worship session in church and go back to sleep with your boyfriend, you can’t finish your Quiet Time only to go see an R-rated movie. You cannot do the things of God and still do the things of the flesh. It doesn’t work out. And I also learnt this the hard way. 

So at some point in my life I realised the works of literature I exposed myself to were not the best and the Holy Spirit made me to understand that I had to cut them off, but I was so sentimental and hung up over the beautiful world in my head, I couldn’t fully let go. I was stuck in limbo because I kept on going through all the storylines, the scenes, the characters and whatnot. 

It was a struggle, a very difficult one in fact and I had to talk to someone about it and she told me. 

“This life is made up of God and vanity. If it is not of God, then its vanity. And all these things that you are desperately hung up over that God wants you to let go off, they are not profitable. They don’t give life. Only Jesus gives life, all these things are death. You see it as a punishment that the Holy Spirit doesn’t want you to read all your fun novels and watch all your cool movies, but see, Christ gives liberty. God is not punishing you, but he’s liberating you from all these things that have power to enslave you.” 

After my friend explained this to me I went back to Romans 8:5 and I realised, I’m not of the flesh, I should not be hung up over things of the flesh because Christ has made me free and he has given me the power to do away with things that do not benefit. 

Galatians 5:1 KJV

Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.


I just had to put the second scripture because the Bible is complete. 

👑 Àyànfé 

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“Tch, I say she’s low-key sleeping with him” 

“Bewaji!” Chi-Chi chided. 

“What? What other logical explanation can you come up with as to why the lecturer is always buttering up to Fiona in class?” Bewaji asked.

“I don’t know? Maybe she’s actually a good student” Odion said as she popped a bubblegum. 

“Tah! That’s bull. She must be sleeping with him. Dr. Tomade is not the kind of person to listen to a student’s opinion after he’s had his say, much less agree with them. She must be sleeping with him, if not that then he’s on her parole” Bewaji said with a shrug. 

“Bewaji can you actually hear yourself, what kind of scrabble sense are you using?” Odion asked. 

“Abeg, you girls calm down” Chi-Chi said. “Odion, try not to be to brash with your words and you, Bewaji, calm down before you speak. You could just be defaming Fiona for no reason and you know the walls have ears. You don’t know who will hear your speculations and turn it into the next best rumour. You had better be careful about the kind of things you say about people. 

“And for your information, Fiona’s father is a professor in that course and is also one of Dr. Tomade’s supervisors for his research work” Chi-Chi informed. 

“Oh, my bad” Bewaji deflated. 

Think twice about what you say about people before you say it, if you don’t know the whole truth you might just be tarnishing the person’s image for no good reason at all.  

Ephesians 4:29 KJV

Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.

Welcome to the month of June. 

👑 the King’s Beloved (Àyànfé)

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I’ve never been much of a Chimamanda fan. No.

I remember in JSS2 when I first discovered her. Romola had read Purple Hibiscus and she was going crazy, she was all: ‘Chimamanda this, Chimamanda that’ she even began to write her own novel which she said was inspired by Chimamanda, I also wanted to be inspired to write a story and at that point in my life, I was looking for the next best book. I immediately got myself a copy of the book and when I was done I wasn’t as inspired or touched as I’d wanted to be, the book was too much like real life, which I was desperately trying to get away from at that point, it didn’t even end the way I’d have wanted. I tried reading Half Of A Yellow Sun, 4 years later and I got bored before going halfway, I got Americanah mid-way through the year and I am yet to be done till now. 

I used to believe that she likes using big grammar unnecessarily, which always has me reading her novels with a dictionary by my side or with a book to put down my ‘New Words’, I also believe that most young 21st century female Nigerian writers especially, have their works influenced by her and are a reflection of her in one way or another.

My point is: I have never been a Chimamanda fan, I’ve barely ever been able to relate to her works in the way I would like to and I’ve never really understood the hype that follows her name. Yes, she’s a good, skilled, experienced and learned writer. No doubt. But… I’ve never caught that Chimamanda fire, that I so fondly heard of and so jealously craved while reading her works. 

That is until earlier this week, I finally caught the fire. I read her book ‘We Should All Be Feminists’ and God knows, I caught that fire. 

Even today, women face segregation of sorts in the society. Talk but don’t talk too loud, learn but don’t be too learned, rise but don’t rise too high, make your money but don’t be too rich. Blaa blaa blaa. 

My point here is just to preach as Chimamanda did: We should all be feminists. 

Feminism: the advocacy of women’s rights on the ground of equality of the sexes.