It's been soo hard. Its been very hard

‎For the fact that no one truly understand your emotions made it so hard.

‎ Life in a nutshell.

‎Life has been changing a lot lately and I am sure I am not the only one who noticed it.

‎📌living has been more difficult than expected.

‎📌People have been more cruel than your imagination. No one wants to do good. No one wants to be good.

‎📌Even you..you have been harsh because everything isn't going smoothly as you want.

‎📌Your mates seems to have gone far ahead of you.

‎📌Your parent isn't understanding how you feel ,you rarely get help if you ask from your closed ones.

‎Emotion weighs heavily on you.

‎You feel you are insignificant in this world and you have been trying so hard only for no one to acknowledge you.

‎For that reason you also decide to be hard and cruel ,you aren't nice to your siblings, You aren't good to your neighbors, even a few people who notices your struggles are trying to make you smile but it's not working.

‎Short story.

‎i remembered a day one of my neighbor called me and told me I wasn't smiling like before and all the time he sees me ,it's as though I am carrying all the burden of this world..

‎I was shocked because I wasn't thinking like that but I acknowledge that I haven't been happy and that one moment... changed everything.

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‎What made you this way?

‎You seem to be more worse than those who didn't treat you right.

‎You now talk with no care or remorse

‎Everything around you becomes a crumb .

‎Let me just ask you.

‎What made you that way?

‎Yes ,you need to ask yourself because

‎You are gently blending to the wicked world. Very soon the inside loneliness will make you hate yourself, and probably hate humanity too including those around you.

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‎Such attitude is not going to change any of your situation ,it rather worsens it .

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How do you think people crawl into depression and suicide.

‎it started from the feeling of being rejected ,the feeling of not been seen ,the feeling of trying to please others to no avail no matter how you try

‎That heart gradually loses joy no matter what you do to make it joyful.

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‎Way out.

‎That's the reason we have our Father to always give us hope in this wicked world.

‎Jesus is ever present to Carry our burdens and anxieties.

Our joy is ever in him. The bible says " in the presence of God is the fullness of joy....

‎Start to dwell more in that presence

‎Start to disbelief what you see about yourself,believe what the word of God says about you.. it says you are a royal priesthood...

‎Do you really know what that means ?

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You know why the bible encourages us to rejoice in the LORD always. Its because that's another medicine for sadness and depression.

‎And You can only find is JESUS.

No one else ,not even you trying to find happiness.

‎Subtle 🎗️ Reminder

‎Its a reminder to always fix our eyes upon him.

‎Its a reminder to focus on eternity rather than the way world is changing.

Everything happening are signs ,signs to tell us wether we like it or not ,Christ will come in judgement not mercy.

‎Go back to his feet and cast all your sorrows and anxiety at his feet.

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Nothing is ever going to change looking for comfort elsewhere ,even the people Seeking for riches are never having a sound mind filled with peace and joy.

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Those repaying evil to those who did evil to them are never having a peace of mind ,they are just there living.

‎But there is something more worse than the unpleasant feelings we have on eath

That’s eternal damnation,the place of gnashing of teeth.Hell and it's lake, Its more worse than what you might have gone through on earth.

Please don't go there.

‎Jesus is the only answer. He is calling you today again. Run to his feet, let your tears wash his precious feet.

‎He is waiting for you 🥹

From the very best.. Creative Storyteller

#Ladysunshine

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We live in a generation that measures success by numbers bank balances, luxury cars, promotions, followers, and possessions. Somewhere along the way, many of us began to believe that real wealth is simply making more money.

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‎But is it?

‎Perhaps the better question is this:

‎How many stories have you lived to change?

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‎Lets be sincere 🧏

‎Money has its place= It pays bills, opens doors, and creates opportunities.

But money, by itself, has never been the greatest measure of a meaningful life.

A life becomes significant when it leaves another life better than it found it.

‎When it gives another reason for someone else to live.

‎I once listened to the story of one of Nigeria's wealthiest businessmen. He shared that there was a season when he battled deep depression. From the outside, he had everything people dream of success, influence, and financial abundance. Yet inside, he felt empty.

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‎A friend of his, who managed a charitable organization, invited him to visit one of their outreach programs.

‎When they arrived, he saw rows of wheelchairs occupied by people who could not walk. He met men and women who had lost their sight. Many had little by society's standards.

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‎Yet something surprised him.

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‎•They were smiling.

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‎•They were grateful.

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‎•They were filled with hope.

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‎He watched volunteers serve them with compassion, and he saw joy that money alone could never purchase. That experience changed him. He said he wept because, for the first time in a long while, he realized that purpose grows when we become a blessing to others. From that day forward, he began to see life differently.

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‎Stories like this remind us that sometimes the people who have the least possessions possess the greatest gratitude.

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‎History is filled with ordinary people whose greatest legacy was not what they accumulated but what they gave away.

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‎A schoolteacher who stayed after class to encourage a struggling student may never know that she helped raise a future doctor.

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‎A teacher who took it upon herself to tutor student whose parents has no fund to sponsor him/ her to school.

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‎A neighbor who paid another family's school fees may have unknowingly changed the course of an entire generation.

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‎A mentor who chose to believe in one young person may have sparked a purpose that will influence thousands.

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‎These are the quiet miracles that rarely make headlines.

‎You may not own a foundation.

‎You may not have millions to donate.

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‎But don't you dare say you have nothing.

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‎You have something. Maybe you are still blind to see it.

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‎You have your time.

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‎You have your words.

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‎You have your skills.

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‎You have your prayers.

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‎You have your kindness.

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‎You have your presence.

‎Never underestimate what those can do in someone's life.

‎So, even with the little you have today, ask yourself:

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‎•Whose burden have I helped to carry?

‎•Whose tears have I wiped away?

‎•Whose future is brighter because I was part of their journey?

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‎Your life was never meant to exist only for you.

‎It was designed to become an answer to someone else's prayer ,to change someone's life.

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‎At the end of our lives, people may not remember how much money we made. They may not remember the titles we held or the houses we built.

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‎But they will remember how we made them feel.

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‎They will remember that someone believed in them when no one else did.

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‎They will remember that someone showed up.

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‎That someone was you.

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‎Because in the end, true wealth is not counted by what sits in your account.

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‎It is counted by the number of lives that are better because you lived.

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‎I remain The Uncommon Creative storyteller... writing beyond mere words..

Shalom..

I would love to talk about a few things that really have a behavioral effect on ladies and I promise you to get hooked until the end.

But before you dive in, let me ask this.

‎Can you count how many people you have developed affections for over ten years now?.

‎No right or yeah after all ?

‎If we were given the power to entangle everyone you liked , wouldn't it be an entire story?.

‎That's the reason for this post.

‎Count Them!
When I decided to count many people I crushed on over ten years . I lost count.
And then I wondered the kind of games I have played in my heart .

I am really thanking God now that those foolish games didn't become a reality...

‎Now let's talk about something we all know

‎Attraction.Natural affection. Obsession, Infatuation ,LUST are different from one another.

‎Another Reality is that that are nothing compared with LOVE yet ,we mix it up.

Another Reality is that They aren't TRUE LOVE.

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Lets do a brief explanation.

‎ATTRACTION is the initial pull toward someone. It may be based on appearance, personality, intelligence, shared interests, or other qualities that spark interest and curiosity.

‎For instance ,you became attracted to a man because he is bold and brilliant. The attraction can actually lead you to know more about him.

BUT NOTE: ATTRACTION can dieeeeeee and it can last longer for years but it can also fade away.

‎NATURAL AFFECTION is a warm, genuine fondness for someone. It involves care, comfort, appreciation, and emotional connection without necessarily being intense or romantic.

‎For example: You have a deep sense of feeling for your siblings. Why because they are your blood ,your family.

But ,there is that particular ONE of your siblings that you have a deeper sense of natural affection for.Sometimes you don't even want her to do the things other people do.

‎INFATUATION is an intense but often short-lived emotional fascination. It tends to focus on idealized perceptions of a person and is driven more by excitement and fantasy than deep understanding.

‎This happened mostly when the person is handsome or beautiful and you can't get over the person when you see him or her. It is short-lived afterall

OBSESSION is an unhealthy fixation in which thoughts about a person become overwhelming and difficult to control. It often prioritizes possession, control, or constant attention over mutual respect and well-being.

‎For example : You are soo gleaned to someone emotionally and you don't want others to have access to such person. This happened out of fear that another person might fall in love with the victim so you kukuma do violence affection.

Most times Obsession blinds you from Seeing a person’s true colour.

‎LUST is the real Counterfeit of Lust.

‎it's just like the way you don't know that the dollar you have is fake until you spend it .

‎This is a strong desire for physical or SEXUAL INTIMACY. It is primarily driven by attraction and passion rather than deep emotional connection, commitment, or long-term care.

‎For example : On your head when you think about this person,the only thoughts that come is that he/she should land on your bed. After that,the feelings slowly fade away.

‎Now you all see the difference.

The above defined are all the counterfeits of love . They don't really help you see the real purpose why God created LOVE

‎NOW WHAT IS LOVE ?

‎LOVE is a deep and enduring commitment characterized by genuine care, trust, respect, understanding, and a desire for another person's well-being.

This definition doesn't capture it all.

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True love extensively defined?

‎1 corithians 13 defines true love as;

Patient

Kind
Not jealous or envious
Not boastful
‎Not proud or arrogant

‎Not rude
‎Not self-seeking
Not easily angered
Keeps no record of wrongs

‎Does not delight in evil
Rejoices with the truth
Always protects
Always trusts

Always hopes
Always perseveres
Never fails

‎I recommend reading 1 Corithians for indepth understanding.

‎ABOVE all. Love is all the characteristics of God that makes him God.

‎That's why he also made an help meet for you to experience that ultimate feeling.

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‎Imagine someone you claim to love slept with another person and still claiming right😭

‎Well if such thing happens,it's for you to understand that the person doesn't love you in the first place and You are just operating in One -sided affection.

‎You understand me right?

I mean you are simply with the wrong person

‎You are with the wrong rib.

•Love doesn't seek to hurt you.

•Love is what makes that person go for you even when you think the scar in your face or the bald head is enough to chase him away...

‎Its also important to know that some people would present themselves with good intentions whereas they are liars. There is always a sign & signal to know them.

Just beware

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That is the reason this one main rule is very applicable for both men and women.

‎DONT DEFILE YOUR BED no matter the situation. Love doesn't require such sacrifice.

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‎TWO KEY VERSES THAT CAN HELP YOU

‎Be Reminded that  there are two verses that stands out to help you as a woman  that aligns with every decision we might think it is the right one to make.

‎1.You are not to lean on your own understanding(proverbs 3:6) not even in decisions like marriage or suddenly giving your heart to someone.

‎2.Guard your heart jealousy because unimaginable issues comes out of it.

‎3. Pray without season.

‎What to do if YOU have random feelings for people you just met and this happens everytime.

‎In a world filled with both male and female. It is easily to find someone with the same energy ,Interest and desires as yours but KNOW this First ; those sudden feelings can be very deceptive.

‎Knowing that alone saves you from a lot of stress..

‎But if you develop likeness for anyone and if you retain so much longer that the desires isn't godly anymore or doesn't clearly even make sense .

• ‎You might have to flee,I mean you make sure there is no personal communication in a private space and no long conversations on phone.
  

• If you know it's not possible to have short conversation with such person, just block them.

• It's important to let God speak to you first.
  

‎Our feelings could lead us wrongly and I even came across a verse in proverbs that says ‘whosoever follows their heart is a fool’ you can check it out.

It's one of the most realistic verse ever seen.

‎I love the way the word of God has guidance and warnings to every situation.

‎Pragmatic Decision you must make.

‎The issue of Infatuation , obsession and lust is ever a topic that will forever be discussed. Our feelings can decieve,lust is destructive , obsession and Infatuation is a big fruit of lust.

• ‎Just know first that our heart is a powerful tool.

‎It can decieve us.

Anddddsdd…it can also be used by the holy spirit ,it can be his place of abode always helping you to guard your heart.

• ‎if you like someone and it is already taking over your brain ,just take it to God.
  

• ‎Dont lean on your own understanding ,don't rely on your feelings alone to lead you to anyone.

‎Its important to always look unto God.

‎1.Always pray that the right kind of love would not be dominated by lust or wordly love.

2. That he is a child of God doesn't mean he is God's will for your life. Even as believers, the devil easily decieve us through our feelings and desires.

‎The question is not of faith alone even though it is the most important.

‎Is he the one DESIGNED for you? ..

3.Be patient. Tarry more in prayers. Study the word. Study the person you think might be the man for you and then kill and cage any desires that doesn't match the will of God for your life.

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Above all ;

‎Not all feelings are meant to be harboured. Some are just disguise to make you fall ,some are lies while some are good ,pure and right. Just align your thoughts with Philippians 1:8 and you will have answers for yourself.

Ladies PLEASE don't marry wrongly, for you have a lot of price to pay for it if you do.

‎From your favorite writer .

‎Ladysunshine.💛

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I won’t begin with the usual “Dear Me” used to start a love or hate letter to oneself. I am writing to my future self, hoping that in the next five years my family will read this, wear a beautiful grin on their faces, and be grateful for the gift of me.

My life in the past has been a rollercoaster of different seasons;struggles, happiness, failures, and successes.

yet I never gave up.

It is almost humorous remembering how hard I tried at certain moments in my life. It was through my past mistakes that I learned many valuable lessons.

The day I depended on my closest friend, I was disappointed. The moment I waited on my parents, I came to understand that not all problems could be solved by them. The season I trusted in man proved vain for me.

I realized that the help of man can be vain; only God truly helps, and often through those who fear Him. I chose to rely more on God and became wiser about where I place my trust.

My name is Bright, and so are you; my future. I see my family: my handsome husband, my beautiful daughters and son, all together in a joyful setting, shining just like my name.

I see myself joyful beyond the colors of the rainbow, bold and bright. i see myself as a blessing to many generations, an eternal excellence.

I see myself shining in the royalty my Creator destined for me, ruling on wisdom and strength.

I see my children calling me blessed and my husband praising me.

I see myself never giving up, smiling at the things beyound, because God has never given up on my story.

This is a letter to my future self.

I will keep it for generations to come,Keep it for nations to see,Keep it so my family will remember.

This is just the beginning.

My future self,

From the next four to five years of my life…

2030 and beyound

From your dearest Lady sunshine 🌞.

Bright💛

Late at night, while the rest of downtown Fvlille slept beneath a quilt of silence, I walked along a lonely road where chirping cats and squeaking rats filled the air with a strange, fragile music. Natural enemies sharing the night. It reminded me of myself and Chris;how I once hated him with a quiet passion.

Yet, looking back, he was the better man.

Chris and I were a mismatched pair in high school. He was ambitious, disciplined, allergic to pleasures. I was spontaneous, a lover of everything easy. His words never sat well with me. His tiny legs and awkward grin,those twenty-two spaced, brown teeth made him a target. Everyone found him irritating. I didn't want him to drown in loneliness, so I forced myself to befriend him. Out of pity. Out of convenience. Eventually, I added to his trauma.

Thirty Years Later

I met Chris again on a sunny day at the beach near my home. He was getting married,a beautiful bride by his side, joy radiating from them like morning light.

He called my name. Once, twice… twenty times.

The entire wedding party turned in confusion.

I laughed and lied:

“I'm not Steph My name is Vic.”

His smile faded, his new perfect teeth disappearing behind a wounded silence. And I forty-five, unmarried, brittlve with regrets walked away to cry.

Before the Fall

College had been my playground. I dated Becky, spoiled Charlotte, and convinced myself life would bend to my desires. Becky eventually married one of my closest friends. I didn’t mind; I never loved her the way I loved Charlotte. But before I could propose to Charlotte, a more responsible man did and she said yes. Right in front of me.

That was the day women stopped being an interest and became a reminder.

And then ,shortly after the heartbreak  my parents died. Both, on the same day.

Half their inheritance came to me. yet ,it was gone in a few years.

Reality began.

The Return of Chris

Chris drifted back into my life soon after college. Somehow I believed I never forgot him during college days ,we weren't schooling at the same college and we did not speak after the trauma I added to his life at high school. Yet ,coincidence or fate he worked in the office next to my late parent's house;the only inheritance I hadn’t destroyed. He noticed  my idleness and gently said:

“If you want an easy life, learn a skill. Become the CEO of yourself.”

I tried. For three months, I tried. Then I quit because I was the oldest among the skill learners.

Seeing Chris daily became unbearable,the way he wanted me to grow, to do better, to be better. So I sold the house. Behind my sibling's backs. Without Chris knowing.

My siblings never spoke to me again.We never  really did speak since childhood because I didn't keep a mutual relationship with them.

The Trauma I Buried in Him

Back in high school, after forcing myself into Chris’s life, I realized I couldn’t stand his ambition. It irritated me. So I frustrated him, pushed him away, and returned to my old friends. His silence grew heavy, his shoulders drooped. Teachers asked if he was okay. He never spoke much,just nodded. I assumed he’d be fine.

Maybe he wasn’t.

How Old Am I Now?

Seventy.Fifty years wasted.Twenty years spent trying to fix what couldn’t be fixed.

My bones ache. My eyes dim. The pleasures of youth evaporated like perfume in the wind.

Success? I chased it too late.

Love? I mishandled it.

Friendship? I betrayed it.

I reclaimed my parents’ house after years of fighting. I wrote letters of apology to my siblings;letters they may never open. But at least I tried.

One cold evening, as I wrestled with back pain and memories heavier than age itself, a knock sounded at my door. I couldn’t stand quickly anymore. The door creaked open.

A familiar voice entered with the air.

“Hi Vic(laughs )Steph rather!”

There he was.

Still Chris.

Still standing at the doorway of my life after I closed so many doors in his.

And for the first time, I wondered if forgiveness was a miracle for him to give, and for me to receive.

TAKE HOME LESSON

Maybe you are like Steph. Scattered.confused and filled with deep regrets of the folly things you have done in the past.

Just like Chris. Jesus is still calling you. Knocking at the deepest door of your heart saying I just love you and wish you could know that.

I remain your lady sunshine 🌞

Why You Feel You Can’t Make It.

‎I was a different person with a different perspective seven years ago. I mean the way I viewed people and life was completely different. I had thought relationships would last forever,schooling would align with your colleagues and everyone would make it in life.

‎My perception started to change when I realized that the people closer to me were the very ones ready to leave the stage they were  and start a new life at school (university) afterwards.

‎I tried so hard to be at the same university most of my friends were opting for. I met the cut-off mark for that university and chose the same course my closest friend chose; it was also a course I loved. I had my hopes high that I would not lose touch with her.

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‎But what shocked me was that those people I was trying to fit in with didn’t even know what I was doing. My closest friend wasn’t even looking at the picture from the same perspective I had. Sincerely, it wasn’t anyone’s fault; it was just how I viewed schooling, friendship, and life.

‎You know, I just wanted to live that life with her and the rest of my secondary school colleagues who chose that particular institution.

‎I had thought friendships were forever. Smiles.

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‎Denial to Fulfilment

‎I wasn’t granted admission despite several tries and struggles to get in.

‎I remember my last attempt at trying to gain admission at all costs.

‎I saw a particular picture of a woman on social media whom I assumed to be a staff member at the institution. She offered to help students gain admission easily; she asked for my details, and I gave her everything.

‎Afterwards, she asked for a payment of ₦2000, giving one subtle reason. I had no money, so I stole from my mum’s purse out of desperation.

‎She called again and asked for another ₦2000, so I sent it. The third attempt was when my mum, being a good discerner, caught me.

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‎She screamed at the woman and told me it wasn’t even a woman’s voice but a cunningly crafted scam meant to deceive students. She talked to me, and I realized I had fallen for it. With tears in my eyes, that was how I gave up trying to gain admission to that particular school.

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‎My hope of studying at the university my secondary school friends attended was shattered.

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‎I waited for two years before I could gain admission into another school after several attempts.

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‎Fulfilment at a Strange Parameter

‎There was a time I thought I had nothing; no gift, no talent. A time I thought sitting down to write stories and poems was just a normal thing to do. The first story I wrote filled a sixty-leaf notebook, but it got lost, and I had no way to recover it unless God finds it for me. The story was that interesting.

‎By that time, all my former colleagues were choosing their courses based on what they had discovered about themselves and what they loved; while I was still jumping from one idea to another.

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‎But sincerely, God came through for me in a wonderful way. After waiting for two years, I finally gained admission towards the end of the second year. That admission opened a door to self-discovery, self-assessment, and purpose. I was admitted into a private university, and that marked the beginning of my beautiful journey into studying Mass Communication.

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‎A Key Lesson .

‎One experience taught me to lean on God. I trusted God more for my admission and focused on developing my potential. It taught me patience, faith, and trust.

‎So to you my friend, the reason why you think things are difficult for you is because you are impatient.

‎You refuse to tarry in prayer;

‎You don’t know how to be thankful during unpleasant situations;

‎You don’t know how to wait on God for the perfect solution;

‎You just want to do things yourself and figure everything out with your own senses.

‎And when that way of doing it yourself fails, the thought of “I can never make it” overwhelms you.

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‎The greatest Strange Teacher:Patience

‎Yes ,it's very strange. Patience is the strangest.

Just Learn to wait on God for the perfect place and His perfect timing. Truly, many are in school but wish they were still at home so they could patiently seek clarity about their path. You know what that means; they were never ready. They were in the wrong place; They Moved Ahead Of Their Timing.

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‎Why would someone whom God has blessed with good parents to enroll them in a university begin to regret ever entering that school? It’s because they never knew their purpose. They never found it. They just went there for going’s sake and now they wish they had never gained admission.

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‎This should be a lesson to you who is still seeking something; be patient and persistent in prayer. Patience might be slow to you but it's teaching you the most valuable lesson;Let God choose for you, so that when He answers, it will feel like that place was built or established just for you.

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‎A Little Witty Note.

My life is what I would describe as a living proof of how God can lift someone from hopelessness to hope; from doubt to faith; from purposelessness to purpose. Though I have just started, the journey has only begun but I am here to prove that God is intentional about everyone He created.

‎Let’s always pray for the boldness of Jesus and the guidance of the Holy Spirit in all our ways to direct us to our rightful places of assignment, whether it’s a university, polytechnic, or any center of learning.

‎This is how you will see how well God has planned for you to make it in this one life.

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‎I Remain your lady sunshine💛

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The truth is often the hardest thing to accept. ‎ ‎

Some of your colleagues will rise faster than you.Some of them will soar while you are still figuring out where you belong. ‎Maybe you have  felt like one of them,stuck, left behind, wondering why their path seems clearer than yours. ‎ ‎You might call it luck. Or maybe it’s discipline. Or perhaps they have gained favoritism. But whatever the reason, here is what matters most: you own your own story. ‎ ‎

The moment you stop wishing to be like everyone else, the moment you stop comparing your gifts to talents that were never given to you, the moment you refuse to label yourself “last” or "Less" that’s when you finally begin to chase your true dream. ‎That’s when the opinions of others start to matter less. ‎And the irony? That’s when your dreams begin to outrun theirs. ‎ ‎

A SHORT STORY .

I remembered writing a short note to my audience. I wasn’t trying to be deep or dramatic,I simply asked: “Do you know it’s possible to be anything you want in greatness?” ‎Many responded positively. But then I asked another question:

‎'Do you believe? Even a little? Is there faith inside you at all?' ‎ ‎Here is why I asked: so many people dream of who they want to be. They admire the stars on TV, the faces on magazine covers.

They imagine, but never step forward. ‎So for some, the problem isn’t motivation. It isn’t even consistency. It’s doubt. ‎They doubt themselves, but believe in everyone else. They see greatness in their colleagues and support them wholeheartedly but when it comes to believing in their own dreams, they hesitate. ‎Now, tell me,why wouldn’t those colleagues succeed? You gave them your trust. You believed in them. And yet, you refused to give yourself the same gift. ‎Faith without action dies. But action without faith never begins. ‎ ‎

BRIGHT’S JOURNEY.

‎I know this because it was my struggle. ‎I believed in others more than I believed in myself. That self-hatred drove me to wish I was becoming someone else. ‎I copied. I tried pasting. But it never worked.

Failure became louder than my success in the past, because my belief in myself was too small. ‎How I wish I had known then what I know now. But my story isn’t just for me,it’s for you, the one who sees greatness in everyone else but not in yourself. ‎If you continue on that path, you will lose sight of your worth and your value. ‎ ‎So let me ask you: Why can't you do great? Why can't you do great. Check the reason below

THE PROBLEM OF OVER FAMILIARITY.

The problem often lies in something I call over-familiarity with self. ‎

Anyone who wants to walk the path of greatness must believe,that’s the foundation. But how can you believe in yourself when you are too familiar with your limits? ‎You say to yourself: 'Oh, I know I can’t do this.' ‎But that’s not truth, because lies always comforts you.

And comfort kills belief. ‎ ‎The comfort zone that whispers, 'Stay here .’But greatness calls, Go further than where you are ,you should never be satisfied with where you are. 'Go further.' ‎So the difference is denying yourself the ease of staying small and daring to do what feels impossible. ‎

‎A Note To You.

I don’t know why my passion pushes me to shine light into the dark corners of people's lives, but I can’t stop. That's who you should be ,instead of wallowing in hurt of why you feel less fulfilled. Your thoughts and action should dwell on how you can be whom you refused to be in the past and how you should dwell in the present; forgetting the facts that made you failed and pressing on the things that makes you live a fulfilled life.‎

But to be sincere there is a question you need to ask yourself first.I am a creative writer with a unique strategy.

I know who I am. ‎But what about you? Do you know who you are? ‎When you discover that truth, you step onto the path of the extraordinary. When you don’t, you fall into the trap of seeing less in yourself than you were created to carry. ‎

That’s another part of my journey maybe the most intriguing one. ‎And I look forward to sharing the third part with you. ‎ ‎

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Maybe this is you too, but this was my story ☺️.

I was still in secondary school when I hadn’t yet noticed myself. I kept trying to find ways to become like some of my mates. A few, I could copy and paste, but what about the ones I couldn’t?

There was this one girl whom the school hoften took around to speak at events, represent them, and win awards. At least 95% of the time, she succeeded.

Then there were others who already knew their ambitions since we were classmates, and they were actively working toward them. Meanwhile, I was still figuring things out… all by myself.

One thing I have realized is this: the fear of being less is a real disease no one is talking about.

WHY THAT FEAR MATTERS

Without fear, you wouldn’t see the need to build your faith. Read that again.

Fear pushes you to find ways to overcome what is holding you back unless you allow it to control you.

But my fear grew deeper. It drove me into self-hatred, and from self-hatred into jealousy.

I remembered when I met a God-fearing classmate, a gentle and brilliant lady I would never forget. A virtuous lady.I told her about my struggles not the inner fear I was battling, nor the self-hatred, but about the consequence of it all: the jealousy.

That jealousy ate me slowly. I couldn’t bear it. I even feared that my envy might hurt someone and get me reported, maybe even expelled.

Amazingly, this soul divinely sent from above gave me one piece of advice that has stayed with me to this day:

“If you believe you will get over it, you will. Just pray against it, and love her in every process.”

It worked.

But what about the fear of being lesser than those who had straight A’s, while I struggle to get one? If only I had believed I could beat them maybe I would have not considered myself lower than my mates.

I carried those thoughts with me all the way to graduation.

How I Overcame It

Was it easy? Never. The process was never easy. It is easy to be harnessed by fear, but never easy to overcome it.

Once you have it, it only takes the precious Saviour’s love to overcome it. That love may not be easy to accept at first, but once you do, the problem begins to fade.

I overcame the fear of being less the day I realized I could also do what others did to succeed. By then, I was already in university.

Instead of wishing to do something great or better in the past, I applied myself in the present.

It all started when I stepped a little out of my comfort zone. From my pre-degree program up till my 400-level, I had at least four semesters with the best results ; I loved the moment, but the real secret was this:

The thought totally shifted from “I am less” to “I could have done more.”

I graduated still carrying that lingering fear of ‘more’ but now I wonder: what if I had sought help earlier, maybe from that same lady, seven years ago?

Perhaps many things would have gone right?.

Nevertheless, I remain thankful ,even now.

MY CONCLUSION

Not to bore you, but let me tell you this: I am grateful for those times.

Yes, you might be surprised. I realized that those fears didn't define my future.

How could they? I am now a lady who is always curious to try new things, to win competitions after giving my best, and to applaud others for their success compared to the past young lady’s life who considered herself less.

So ,ever since I graduated, I have found the best way to tell my story is through writing.

Oh, how I love writing.

💛It defines me.

💛It describes me.

Call me Lady Sunshine 💛’

#The Strategic Writer.’

Fun Fact

I call myself Lady Sunshine because the sun is bright, famous, and unique just like I want my story to be.

Looking forward to sharing the second part of my journey.

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