ITOHAN'S LITTLE CORNER ✍️

  ‎Moses felt unqualified. As do I.  ‎When many people read or hear about Moses, they remember the man who encountered God in a burning bush, whose rod swallowed other rods, who parted the waters, struck the rock, spent so much time in God's presence that his face lit up and could not be looked upon, mediated between God and His people, boldly stood before Pharaoh.  ‎And truth be told, I think about all that too.  What a great vessel of Yahweh..  ‎However, beyond that, I think about Moses, the man who was a stammerer, who felt unqualified to go before the king of Egypt because of his speech impediment, even though he was being sent by God. So unqualified did the stammering make him feel that God had to send his brother with him to help with the talking.  ‎It humbles me. It equally scares me.  ‎Imagine being faced with a calling as great as that, but you have a 'disability' or 'flaw' that's completely not of your doing, that makes you feel inadequate. T...

 ‎"Your post about Charlie Kirk isn't it at all " ‎This was the message someone sent to me after I posted a picture or Charlie Kirk with a simple caption ‎'Your voice will always be heard, RIP 🕊" ‎I opened the message, and what caught my eye first was that this person hasn't texted me since 2023.  ‎No hello, no hi. Just straight to his opinion on MY post.  ‎Mind you, I post on that app EVERYDAY , and I have never seen a comment from this dude, not a message of encouragement, not a comment of support on a content I created or an article I wrote, nothing.  ‎But that wasn't why I felt my skin crawl in anxiety.  ‎I wanted to type that my opinion was my own and he could not tell me what was right or wrong, I wanted to ask him how a simple RIP post earned such a comment from him,  IN MY DM , I wanted so much to explain myself so I could be understood, I wanted so much to defend my stance, my post, my mind.  ‎But I did not.  ‎I simply closed the messag...

 ‎Be Spongebob.  Hi, I'm Spongebob SquarePants 👋 ‎You know Spongebob SquarePants, don't you?  ‎I am not going to assume that you don't know who he is or the show on Nickelodeon. It's a really fun show in my opinion, it goes on and on and Spongebob -- the main character -- is particularly fascinating to me.  ‎Everytime I see an episode and observe him keenly, I can't help but liken his traits to ours.  ‎So what if we could be like Spongebob? 🤔 ‎👉🏾 So what if we are as kind as he is? ‎Spongebob is kind to literally everyone. Until and even when you are mean towards him or others, he is the kindest bottom feeder. He would give the shirt off his back, go the mile to help even strangers. Remember when his cousin Stanley S. SquarePants came around and couldn't hold any job? He took him to EVERYWHERE he knew, encouraging him that he wasn't bad, he just needed to find his thing and he would be good at it. Stanley almost stole his job as a Fry Cook at the Krusty ...

 MY PLAN WAS GARRI My church had a Praise Party last week Friday, and since it is the only kind of party you would ever see me at on a Friday night, I went all out dancing 🕺👯💃.  After over two hours of Praise, Prayers, and walking up and down in heels helping new comers and first-timers, I was physically tired and it was time to head home.  The thought of laying on my bed was bliss😁😁😁 On the way home, I started weighing my dinner options.  Dancing really does take it out of you, doesn't it?  I had some stew at home so I thought I would just boil rice and eat with it, but it was already almost 9pm and that would take about another hour before it was ready..  Plus.. Healthy living? 😅 Too late..  Option B.  🤔 “ Buy Peanuts and drink garri tonight, boil the rice tomorrow .' 💭 It made sense. It was faster. And it was sustainable.  So BAM ! It was decided and I walked to the junction to board a vehicle home.  The shop where I was to g...

 ‎Oh wow .. I have given this some thought, and the truth is, I think in some parts of my life and at different phases, I'll be all or one of these things.  ‎So here are some of the careers I would have pursued if I was not so hung up on communication, media, and using words to transform lives.  1. ‎Travel Documentary Photographer or Vlogger:   Anyone who knows me knows how much I love to take pictures of landscapes and nature. Trees, sky, buildings, even unaware pictures of my friends. I love to capture raw moments as they happen, not when they are posed to look perfect. I would have traveled to states, countries and cities, documenting their history, cultures, landscapes in photos. Telling stories that would outlive me, frame them, immortalize tthem PS : I strongly believe I'll still do this, but as a hobby, not a career. NEXT !  2. ‎Chef or Baker : Oh wow.. I like food. Big surprise. Haha. Of course I would have been a chef.. The simple act of cooking makes m...

 ‎Which desires are truly mine?  ‎I hope I can answer this one.  ‎"Tell me your deepest desires " Sounds familiar? Yeah, it's a line from a Tv Series.  ‎But if you were to answer that, how sure are you that the desires are yours, and not someone else's? ‎How sure are you that the person who wants these things is you, and not someone else whispering it into your ears through the voice of Instagram reels, Pinterest boards, targeted ads, friends, societal expectations, and social media influencers?  ‎You know those things you never thought or knew you wanted until you saw someone else own it or use it or until it was expected of you?  ‎Let me digress a little. Yesterday in church, our pastor preached about consecration. Highlighting 1John 2:16.  ‎[16] For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.  ‎The Lust of The Eyes.  ‎I have struggled with this...

WHAT HAVE I MISTAKEN FOR MY PERSONALITY THAT IS ACTUALLY A FEAR?  Has something ever felt so familiar to you that you start to identify with it? A friend's not-so-good behavior that rubs off on you, an environmentally nfluenced habit that just seemed right for the season but somehow never left, or a coping mechanism that became a brand that became too comfortable?.  For me, the answer is Yes, yes, and yes.  Fear is the mother of numerous coping mechanisms, and when they stay long enough they grow on you like a wart, and you just 'live with it'.  For me.. It's PROCRASTINATION ..   dun dun dunnnn 🎶 I know that we are all siblings in this and as much as we try, it seems like this fella is here to stay. But not on my watch!  Procrastination is a trait I mistake for a personality. A flaw. But a personality. So, a personality flaw, if you may. Something that is a part and parcel of me, something that trickles into everything I do, something that has come to stay...

What would remain if I lost everything external?  This is such a thought provoking question, and it definitely causes me to scratch my proverbial beards.  It questions where I place my value, my worth and my identity. Basically asking me who I am without all the attachments and appraisals.  Would I lose my worth? Would I bury myself in shame and think that I serve no other purpose? Am I defined by the external labels that brand me?  If I lost everything external.. " My job, my house, my friends, my social media, my money, my recognition ," I would be left with me . And would that be enough?  I will try to be as honest as possible with this because I am still figuring out who I am amidst life's beautiful turning points.  Realistically, I am far from perfect.  Oh absolutely not.  I procrastinate, I am afraid of doing unfamiliar things because, well..I think I'll suck at them. I stay in my comfortable spaces because it requires little to no efforts a...

 Hello African siblings. Yes! Siblings because we all lived the same lives, had the same parents and grew up in the same house just a few thousand miles apart. You get it .  Well.. Some of us at least.. Let's narrow it down.  Hello fellow OMO-GET-INSIDES .  I am one of you.. And this is kinda crazy..  Strict parents.. Locked doors.. Few places you could physically go to... Restricted from doing literally anything that could remotely make you happy.. Because EVERYTHING YOU NEED IS INSIDE THE HOUSE.  That was my life. Never attended school parties ( even though I'd teach them the presentation/performance ), never allowed to join a society in church, never allowed to visit friends or have anyone over.. Never allowed to explore anything other than the basic necessities of life.  And that was enough..  Even now sometimes it still is. Settling. Convincing myself that I don't need to do more because this was fine. That I didn't deserve more because I got...

Men's Mental Health Awareness Month Heavyweight Champion: The glorified burden of manhood.  Whenever the topic of manhood comes up, you can trust that there are thousands of opinions and thoughts about the concept. Majority of which are under the umbrella of responsibility and burden-carrying.  I mean it has been so from the time immemorial. Adam was cursed to toil the land and reap in sweat, which indirectly signified struggle and responsibility.  But let's bring this to the present, shall we? Adam is gone, Jesus has come. But somehow many still identify more with the curse of Adam's struggles than the freedom and rest that Jesus brings. And hardwired into their brains is the impulse to struggle and suffer, especially alone.  Who is a Man?  A MAN  is an adult male child. Period.  But a man is also a son, a brother,  À husband, a father An employee, a colleague, an employer A labourer, a service provider,  A friend, a homie, a neighbor. ...

  Oh how the journey has morphed from pressure to marry, to each party discovering themselves, healing and deep down realizing the truth about themselves. One cannot love another if they do not accept and love themselves. Thank you for joining Lulu and Clinton on this journey, honesty I did not know how this story would go when I started writing it, I simply went with the creative flow and how the spirit led, and I am pleased with how it went. Enough said.. Let's get to the FINALE. > > >  After Clinton left Lulu's house that night, the drive home felt different. It felt lighter and clearer. Like he had just stepped out of a foggy room and finally found the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Only this time the tunnel was his life and the light was the new found identity he embodied, all thanks to Lulu. He started to wonder how his life really would have been had he not gone for that birthday party. I mean honestly, a 3 y/o birthday party wasn't exactly his i...

  >>> It had been two whole days and Clinton had not heard back from Lulu. Two days! He was going crazy. Every thing was happening so fast and so --- his phone rang and he rushed to check it.  It could be Lulu.  It wasn't.  " Hello mum" , he answered grudgingly,  " Chiemelie what is wrong with you?" He did not realize how enraged he was until he heard that question. He hung up and kept pacing in his living room.  What was wrong with him?  What was wrong with his father?  What was the obsession with wanting to control his life?  He tried to call Lulu again. Still no answer.  She had simply walked away from him that day, ignoring him and everything he tried to say to her. He had followed her to her car outside and watched her drive off after a final look at him from her windscreen.  He had driven out afterwards, not bothering to return inside to his father and/or that stranger next to him.  How dare they!!?? How dare the...