Becoming You (The Identity Fight)

I wrote this book for my second son on his thirteenth birthday. This is the first chapter of the book.

The Identity Fight
The Most Important Fight of Your Life


Son, I want you to get into a fight. Yes. Fight. I know you know I always ask you to seek peaceful resolutions to conflics, and even report your brother to me if he offends you so I can mediate. But at this point, I want you to fight.


Because this is about your life. This is the most importanr fight you’ll do. It is not John Cena against Brock Lesnar or Anthony Joshua against Oleksandr Usyk. It is far more important than that.
Let me explain the reason.

There is something that begins to wake up in a young man when he becomes a teenager. It is not loud at first. It does not announce itself with noise or drama. It is subtle. It grows quietly. It follows you into every room. It sits with you in class. It walks beside you on the field. It stands next to you when your friends are laughing.
It whispers:
See me.
Recognize me.
Notice me.


Nobody wants to be invisible. Nobody wants to feel overlooked. Nobody wants to feel like their presence does not matter.
Nobody wants to be a fly on the wall.
Flies are tiny creatures that cling to vertical surfaces. They have compound eyes that see almost 360 degrees. In a room, you usually ignore a fly until it starts buzzing in your ear or tries to perch its cholera infested proboscis into your food. Until then, it exists but it does not matter to anyone.
To be a fly on the wall means to be an unnoticed observer. You are present in a situation, but you are not participating, and the people involved have no idea you are watching or listening.


Son, I want you to understand something clearly. That desire to matter is normal. That longing to be seen is natural. It is part of growing up. It is part of becoming aware that you are an individual with thoughts, strength, gifts, and dreams.
You were not created to disappear into the background of your own life.
But here is where the danger lies.


The danger begins when the desire to be noticed becomes stronger than the desire to become.
When you live only to be noticed, you become a slave to whoever is watching. You begin to adjust your behavior depending on who is in the room. You measure your words by the reactions they produce. You start to perform. You start to wear masks. You start to trade your true self for a moment of attention.
And attention is a hungry master. It never says enough. What gets applause today becomes ordinary tomorrow. So you feel pressure to do more. Say more. Show more. Impress more. Sometimes you may even be tempted to expose more than you should just to remain visible.
One day, if you are not careful, you may look in the mirror and realize you do not recognize the person staring back at you.


That is the identity fight.
It is the fight between who you truly are and who the world rewards.
This is the fight I want you to fight. I will be your coach, I’ll shout from your corner, but you have to step in the right and win this fight.

The Truth of Your Worth
In this stage of your life, people will call you things. Some will praise you loudly. Some will misunderstand you loudly. Some will reduce you to one trait and act as though that is all you are.
You may be called the athlete.
The intelligent one.
The quiet one.
The funny one.
The difficult one.
The disappointment.
Labels are convenient for people. They help others categorize you quickly so they do not have to take time to truly know you. But you are not a category. You are not a summary. You are not a single story.


Your worth is not in what you are called.
Your worth is not in how you are perceived by your friends.
Your worth is not in what your teachers say.
Your worth is not even in how many people follow you on a screen.


Think of a crisp, new one hundred dollar bill. It is valuable because of what it is, not where it has been. If I take that bill, drop it in the dirt, step on it with my boots, and crumple it into a tiny, ugly ball, does it lose its value?
No.
If I hold it up, everyone still wants it. Why? Because the dirt and the crushing did not change its identity. Its value was set at the Mint the moment it was created.


Your worth is like that. It is deeper than opinions. It is deeper than trends. It is far deeper than popularity. It was set by your Creator long before anyone formed an opinion about you.


Never measure the quality of your soul by the volume of applause around you.
The Scripture says in First Samuel 16 verse 7, For the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.


People look at appearance.
God looks at heart.
People look at performance.
God looks at posture.
People look at image.
God looks at integrity.
Build what heaven measures.


There will be seasons when you feel overlooked. There will be moments when someone else is celebrated while you are ignored. In those moments, remember this truth: visibility is not the same as value. Some of the most valuable things in life are hidden. Roots are hidden. Foundations are hidden. Character is often hidden. The powerful V8 engine in our car is hidden under the hood, but you can hear it roar when I press the throttle. You feel its power in the back seat where you are seated anytime the car accelerates forward. You don’t have to see it to enjoy it.
Hidden does not mean unimportant.

Fight for the Ideal
Because the world does not understand your true value, it will tempt you to lower your standards. It will tell you to blend in. It will tell you to shrink. It will tell you to adjust your values so you can belong.
It will whisper that everyone is doing it.
It will say that you are taking life too seriously.
It will suggest that your convictions are outdated.
Do not surrender.
You must fight for the ideal. Always.


This is the most important fight of your life. It is the refusal to cower in shame for standing alone. It is the courage to say no when yes would make you popular. It is the strength to walk away when staying would make you accepted.


A young man who stands for something may stand alone for a while, but he will never stand small.
In 2014, a man arrived in Lagos from Liberia carrying the Ebola virus, one of the deadliest diseases in the world. He was a high-profile diplomat who insisted on leaving the hospital to attend a conference. He had the support of powerful people, and there was immense pressure on the hospital staff to let him go.
Dr. Adadevoh was the physician in charge. She stood alone in that hospital room and refused to let him leave. She was threatened and pressured, but she knew that if this man stepped out into the crowded streets of Lagos, millions of people would be at risk.
She did not have a crowd cheering for her. In that moment, she was standing alone against the “Notice Me” power of a diplomat and the weight of a terrifying situation. She chose to stand for the ideal of protecting her country rather than the comfort of following orders.
Because of her courage, the virus was contained. She saved Nigeria from a catastrophe that could have claimed countless lives. Tragically, she contracted the virus herself and passed away, but her name is now etched in history. She stood alone in a hospital ward, but she will never stand small in the hearts of Nigerians. She proved that one person’s integrity can be the shield for an entire nation.


Consider the life of Chinua Achebe. He was a man of immense talent, but more importantly, he was a man of strong identity. Twice, the Nigerian government attempted to honor him with national awards. Twice, he declined. He did not need validation from a system he believed was failing his people. His integrity mattered more than recognition.
He chose conviction over convenience.
He chose principle over praise.
That is identity in action.


Son, your generation is surrounded by noise. Everyone has a platform. Everyone has an opinion. Everyone has a highlight reel. You only need to open tiktok and see what folks are putting out there. In such a world, quiet strength will look strange. Deep conviction will look unusual. Patience will look weak.
But it is not weak.
It is powerful.
You are not called to echo every trend. You are called to embody truth. And truth often stands quietly before it stands publicly.

Defeating the Label Makers
There are four common ways people will try to define you.
First, their expectations.
They may want you to become something that makes them proud or comfortable. Sometimes expectations are loving. Sometimes they are controlling. Learn the difference.
Second, their fears.
They may tell you that something cannot be done simply because they were afraid to try. Their limits are not your limits.
Third, their limitations.
They will project their ceilings onto your sky. Because they stopped dreaming, they may suggest that dreaming is foolish. Do not inherit small thinking.
Fourth, their projections.
They may see their own flaws in you and try to name you by them. If they struggled with discipline, they may accuse you of laziness. If they battled insecurity, they may shrink your confidence.
People often speak from their wounds.


You must fight for your identity.
But hear me clearly. You do not fight with anger. You do not fight with rebellion. You do not fight with disrespect.
You fight with clarity.
Clarity about who you are.
Clarity about who you are becoming.
Clarity about whose voice carries the most authority in your life.
Clarity is quiet confidence. It does not shout. It does not argue endlessly. It simply stands.
It is in the doing, in trying, in stretching yourself, in failing and rising again, that you grow into your identity. Identity is not discovered in comfort. It is shaped in courage. Every challenge is an opportunity to define yourself by your response.


Do not be afraid to disappoint people when their expectations are not aligned with your purpose.
Galatians 1 verse 10 asks, For do I now persuade men, or God? or do I seek to please men? for if I yet pleased men, I should not be the servant of Christ.
You cannot serve applause and purpose at the same time.
At some point, you must decide which one matters more.

The Goal Is to Become
Your fight for identity is not a fight to be famous. It is a fight to be real.
Fame is external.
Reality is internal.
Fame depends on who knows you.
Reality depends on whether you know yourself.
When you focus on becoming the man God designed you to be, you stop chasing the spotlight and start pursuing the light.
If you become light, people will see you eventually. Not because you demanded attention, but because authenticity cannot remain hidden forever.
Shining does not mean perfection. It means consistency. It means integrity. It means that who you are in private matches who you are in public.
That kind of man is rare.
That kind of man is trusted.
That kind of man influences without forcing it.


Son, I do not want you to be impressive. I want you to be grounded. I do not want you to chase platforms. I want you to build pillars. Platforms rise quickly and fall loudly. Pillars are slow, steady, and strong.
You are not in a race to be noticed. You are in a journey to become.


Win that fight.

Oluwaseyi Ige is a media consultant, communication strategist, and the Chief Operating Officer of Jabbok Media Services. An associate pastor at TBC Kubwa and a youth missionary, he previously served as the Media and Communications Coordinator for Youth for Christ (YFC) Nigeria. He is the founder of Quantum of Grace, an outreach ministry, and the author of Still Becoming and Digital Loneliness. His latest work, Becoming You, is a personal guide helping the next generation navigate the identity fight and build a life of impact.

TOLANI

By Omolara T J

Love is indeed sweet when you are with the right person welcome to the Jacob’s family.

“Dear, welcome back hope you had a stress-free day at work” Mrs Jacob smiled to her husband.

“Yea! Thanks” His eye brow jacked downward as if there was a secret up sleeves.

“Is everything alright honey why are you cutting corners with your eyebrows” She asked intriguingly.

“I missed my period” He replied.

She smiled looking at her timid, funny husband for the past fourteen years of their marriage that was the figure of speech he had created to inform her about his cravings for sexual intercourse on similar occasion.

Isn’t that funny? Yes it is. Keep reading.

“Okay sir, Don’t worry I would fly you over to Jerusalem” she teased him.

“That’s my bea” he managed to say his eyebrows still downward.

“Freshen up and let’s have our dinner of plantain frittata and sponge buns with your favorite pineapple juice” She said swiftly.

“Yummy,” He said salivating.

“When will the kids be home for the third term break I have a surprise for them” he added.

“Next week their school sent a mail to our joint email address I should pick them up on Wednesday hopefully”

“Oh! That’s good endeavour you prepare something nice for them, I trust you anyways”

“Hmmmmm..  I would be heading upstairs let me go and prepare the way” she said beaming with smile.

“Which way? Oh I almost forgot for our Jerusalem trip. Occupy till I come” The duo bursted into laughter.

*****


I know you are smiling already mbok seat properly don’t allow your phone fall off keep digesting.


 Every student is hereby advised to buckle up we are aware the first toppers have access to scholarship for the next session.

“Hello Dad, next week is our break I like mummy to prepare my favorite” Flora Jacob said selfishly.

Lucia, her elder sister, snatched the phone from her to speak with their father.

“Good morning dad, Please don’t listen to her vain request just tell mum to prepare anything can’t wait to be home and have some of mum’s delicacy she is the best cook in the world anyways so any meal would be great” Lucia said boastfully .

Flora stretched forth her hands to grab the phone back but it was too late her sister already divulged her words she walked away lividly.

“Flora!” Lucia beckoned on her from behind.

Flora kept walking till she finally entered her hostel

*******


A group of JSS2 students sat together to have what they call group reading. Flora was the group leader, no doubt. Right from her basic school till the present time she had always topped her class.

“What is pollution?” She asked turning her eyeballs eastward towards where Tolani was seated.

“Polution is … is …is… Am sorry, I don’t remember what I read” Tolani  Larafe replied dumbfounded.

“Why are you always like this few weeks to vacation or holidays” Gloria another girl jerked.

“I just can’t place my hands on what is wrong also you perform so well in class on every normal day but once its our mid-term or examination period you start fluctuating like a generator without fuel in it” Deborah added.

“That’s enough” Flora said to calm everyone down. Aside the fact that she was intelligent, she also had what we can call an inherent leadership ability.


Leadership will make some sense when the leader possess more quality than their follower’s, grab a smoov (chapman) drink. Let’s kwantinue.


Everywhere was silent. Flora stood up to lift Tolani up from where she was sitting and guess what Tolani was all soaked in tears.

“I am sorry I can’t do this anymore” Tolani said.

Shock ran across the other girls’ spine they thought it was their harsh words that made her vented such response.

“I can’t keep this any longer” Tolani continued.

“What?! “The other girls chorused in shock and dismay.

“I have a story to share with you” Tolani said as she continued sobbing.

********


“Foolish man, infidel, kill me since you are a murderer” Tolani’s mother said to her husband.

“You call me foolish, Haaa… this woman you are toying with the lion’s tail. If I beat you now people who were not there when you opened your dirty mouth to call me a fool would call me a beast” Tolani’s dad responded.

“Insolence! Don’t you look like a beast even your mother and father are parents of a beast, Come near me I would pour this hot water on you”

“Did you just mention my parents as beast, You mean your inlaws are beast I can’t bear this any longer” He replied as he stretched forth his hands for a blow.

“Argh…… Am dead ooo he has killed me, my ancestors I am coming to join the invisible choirs” She dramatized.

“Mum………. Please stop fighting with daddy” Tolani pleaded she was in basic three and before then her father and mother had always been acting up as undertaker vs John Cena in a wrestling match.


My mum and dad fight almost everyday even our neighbours got tired of settling their disputes everyone has their personal issues to settle. Often times I would lock up myself in my room to cry all night I thought that was all life meant to be unhappy at times why I got to Basic Five.  I sat down to watch a telenova series when my dad came in with another woman. I thought I had seen it all. The next day mummy did the same.

The guy mum brought home that day was a drug addict. Since that day till date, he fingers me. It hurts knowing that under my parents’ roof I am being molested without the consent of my parents.

Since then till now, going home for vacation is never my joy. How I wish the school would just let me stay in the hostel alone.

“Ha……”Flora said.

“We’ve been friends for over two years and half and you never mentioned this” Flora lamented.

She had always admired Tolani and every time she had wished Tolani could be her best friend before now.

“Yes, we are reading mates but I was never close to anyone specifically that I could have share this with I am psychologically sick” Tolani concluded.

“How can we be of help” Deborah said spreading her arms into the air other girls too felt bad.

“Help?  There is possibly little or no help you can do am only sharing this with you so that you can know the reason for my mood swing and academic problem.”  Tolani said.

“I would be of help, there must be a way out of all this mess” Flora said.

The other girls casted glances on Flora what was she up to again this time.

******


Mrs.Jacob drove her blue Honda Element car into Holgate International Schools. It was vacation. She couldn’t wait to see her beautiful girls. She had always thanked God for the gift of them to her and husband.

“Mum, Good afternoon ma” Flora and Lucia echoed in unison.

“God’s gift, How are you doing” she hugged the girls she has always called them both God’s gift indeed they were gift from God.

“Good day ma” Another voice echoed from behind.

Mrs. Jacob turned to see who the young girl was and guess what it was Tolani.

“Mum, meet my best friend her name is Tolani” Flora jacked in.

“Oh! I see. How are you Tolani?” Mrs. Jacob said giving Flora a “you never told me you have a best friend look”

“Mum her parents won’t show up to pick her up can we help her to our place today and then by tomorrow she would leave for home” Flora pleaded.

All this while Lucia stood still looking at the play her little sister was putting up, She knew Flora had always mentioned Tolani as one of her casual friends but when did he status quo upgraded to best friend.

“Okay, Tolani are you sure your parents won’t be bothered about this idea” Mrs Jacob cut in

“No ma, I would call them since its late already that I can’t make I home” Tolani said.

“That response isn’t okay by me, I will speak to your mum that you’ll be staying over at my place tonight and tomorrow I will personally take you home” Mrs. Jacobs replied

“Thank you mum” Flora gave her mum a big peck

******


“Dinner is served girls, the dinning is set” Lucia said opening Flora’s room slightly to inform them about dinner.

“Let’s go Tolani” Flora said.

“Thank you so much,Flora for accommodating me in your home” Tolani said

“Glory be to God” Flora responded.

The whole family blessed the food they were all set for the dinner of Rice,Plantain and fish sauce.

*******


“Useless man, woman wrapper I have been told that you flirt around with young girls in the vicinity jumping from dark skinned to light skinned colour”. Mrs. Larafe shouted lividly at the top of her voice.

“Now you are Jealous that another woman will soon take your place in this house?”Mr. Larafe responded.

“Jealous of what? Is it of the gonorrhea or the syphilis or AIDS in your body tufiaka (God forbid),  Association of foolish married men president” She added.

The duo heard a knock on the door, Mr. Larafe thought it was one of their supposed peacemaker  neighbor’s he reached for the door to vent words on whoever was at the door to his amazement he saw a total stranger with their only daughter. So many questions ran across his head.

“Good morning sir” Mrs. Jacob and Tolani echoed together.

“Morning please how may I help you and Tolani go and drop your bag in your room” Mr. Larafe showed Mrs. Jacob to their unkempt living room.

“Thanks a lot sir, I would be leaving very soon anyways”

“Oh! You are welcome and Thanks for accommodating Tolani over at your place”

“Oh! It’s nothing, I should be leaving now sir”.

“Okay, Madam its our pleasure having you here this morning”

“Alright, Tolani bye dear”

“Bye ma” Tolani

 responded from dinning.

********


“God, I am tired of my family status help mummy to love daddy and vice versa. Indeed when two elephants are fighting the grass on the field suffers the loss. Heavenly father avenge for me” Tolani prayed silently in her room.

********


Mrs. Jacob flashed back at the scenario that popped out of Tolani’s family earlier that day.

Why would parents be that negligent about the drama they put up before their wards? Flora wouldn’t mind if Tolani stays over at her place for decades all that matters is that Tolani is safe from the acclaimed molestation.

“Dear God, save this family if not for anything do it for the sake of the girl” Mrs. Jacob sighed.

*****


Days later, Tolani had developed a seizure she couldn’t breathe well it’s been weeks she discovered her ill-health but her parents were either in one quarrel or the other.

On one of the occasion she had an attack she lost her breathe while their neighbor was frying plantain while her parents wasted away in their arguments.

“Mum” Tolani managed to call she was dying helplessly on the floor.

Her father pushed her mother towards Tolani room the door flung open that was when they saw Tolani on the floor hopeless they rushed her to the hospital.

“Foolish man” Tolani’s mother said to her husband as she paced across the hospital.

“Are you a mother or a murderer all you know is to pick up fight with me. You didn’t observe if the girl was alright all this while”

“Fatherer you that observed and didn’t do the needful, please am not in for all this talk of yours” she replied.

The doctor walked past just in time

“Doc, what’s happening please speak to us”

“You brought her just in time, she is safe”

“I would like to see you sir” The doctor pointed to Tolani’s father

“For what sir? I am her mother she suckled this breast for nine month. Say anything you want to say here or else my husband knows me that I am a mental case”.

“Oh! Oh! Your girl has been diagnosed with asthma”

“How?” The duo chorused.

“I don’t know too, but it must be hereditary” The doctor said.

“I know that this isn’t in my family but it’s from yours” Tolani’s father said.

“Laughing! Nonsense man so you think my family has health issues, see who is talking your aunty is on the wheel chair battling with stroke your uncle aunty’s mother is having epileptic seizure. Don’t let me even start at all” Tolani’s mother said.

*******


Few days later, Tolani was discharged from the hospital under medication and medical care.

Later that evening, the Jacobs came to pay Tolani visit Flora was all around her gleaning she wished she had moved closer to Tolani before now.

“We brought you this” Mrs.Jacob pointing at the beverage she had brought for Tolani

“Thank you ma” Tolani managed to say.

“You are welcome, we would’ve on our way now”

“Thanks ma, Good bye” Tolani waving at Flora and her mum.

********


Days later, Tolani’s mum was preparing beans for lunch when her daring husband came in

“Can’t you greet? I don’t even know how I managed to end up with you” Tolani’s father said.

“Awnnn! Goodman why don’t you greet first before you start with your brouhaha am not in for your regular argument let sleeping dogs lie ooo” she responded.

Tolani peeped to see what was happening it was the regular combat in their house she withdrew back to her room.

Minutes later the beans got burnt giving a chocking odour.

Tolani suffocated till she gave up the ghost, Yes she died.

 “Is it not your stupid food that is burning pathetic” Tolani’s father alarmed.

The whole kitchen was in total mess with smell.

“Tolani, I need to go see her in her room” The careless mother said.

“What?”

“She is dead” The doctor said as he turned back to go.

“Arghh! You killed my daughter witch” Tolani’s father lamented.

“No, I didn’t kill her” Tolani’s mother wept on her kneels.

***The End***


When the destiny of a glorious child is tied into the hands of negligent parent(s), the loss will be painful.

Dear readers, parents please let your children live we may say they are too young to understand but they understand beyond what we think.

It is called the home not the ring for boxers or wrestlers, pay attention to the little ones in your homes they also want peace. Children are God’s heritage treat them as one.

I hope this refurbishes a home.

Save a child

#Tolani

#Dexterity

Just Believe

I Believe. Lady Omolara T. J

OBSOLETE [Series One]

By Omolara Jegede (Dexterity)

Shayo stood tiptoed at the elevator in her blue Italian heels her glasses were as that of a 3-D glasses 👓 she wore a nice turkey multi-coloured gown to tone her appearance in the elevator series of unanimous question travelled across her head.

“I need to call Moses to confirm if Dr.Agbaje will be on seat in his office today”.


Meet Shayo
The Head of the music team in her local Church, a firebrand and disciplined lady in her late twenties engage to one of the vibrant brother in the church.


Shayo picked up her phone to dial Moses phone to be sure Dr.Agbaje was on seat so she could drop his invite for their concert basically for sponsorship.

“Hello sir, I would like to ask if Dr.Agbaje is on seat”

“No he isn’t” Moses responded swiftly.

“Not again, I am in the elevator already I will just drop the letter with you I send a mail to him and give him a call”

“So fast you should have called before now”

“Don’t mind me I actually visited all our sponsors for the program I forgot to give a call before now”

“Okay”

Shayo dropped the letter with Moses(Dr.Agbaje secretary).

Few minutes later,
Shayo returned as she tucked in the headset to her ears scoring the songs and mincing it ahead of the concert.

The Kings concert was a vision given to her five years ago while she was still on campus to run with, indeed it was by God’s strength she began and she was still moving in his strength. The Lord gave her the gift of men she had sponsors, well structured members everything since the past three years was forming shape.

The concert is in six month time the preparation was concrete in the last edition they recorded a population of about 400 in attendance this year no doubt she and her team were working on a bang concert of about 500 attendees.

This year the Lord told her to bring Five minister alongside with herself making a sum of six. One word minister, One prayer minister and Four minstrel.


Meet the Minister Shayo will be bringing up to the concert.

Pastor Mrs Lennard for the prayer session
A married woman who has a core value for God, happily married to a man of God with a big heart to make his wife and everyone around grow to expectation. A prayer machine and an intercessor she is shayo’s mentor and model.


Meet Pastor Goddey the minister in charge of the word

A man of God with the apostolic auction to feed God’s people with the right and grounded word of God, married with kids a pastor under a ministry.


Minstrel Douglas a young man with a mandate to minister to men reconciling them to Christ through sounds and Godly music content. A fireised personality gifted and endowed of God.Single


Minstrel Phebe a rugged worshipper of God a lady with the teaching grace to impact the teenagers a lover of Godly tones and depth of the spirit her tongues is a terror to the devil. Single


The last minstrel is a concern to shayo a part of her wants minstrel Bernice to come but her heart wasn’t fully inviting her,Minstrel Bernice was one of the leading gospel minstrel in town Shayo was confused at this feeling.

What should I do? You reading this advise a dear sister.

Someone said I should pray yes I had prayed and still I feel this way she thought.


“Hello, Good morning am I on to Minstrel Bernice” Shayo said

“Not yet, I am her Personal Assistant she is in the middle of a meeting may be you can call back in the next one hour or thereabouts”

“Okay thanks ma”

“Yes ma”

An hour later,

“Hello ma” The lady that called earlier today

“Okay I will hand the phone over to her”

“Good afternoon ma” Shayo said

“Please who am I on to?”

“I am Shayo Bamisile, a minstrel and the Convener of Kings concert I am calling to invite you to this year edition of the concert as our guest ma”

“Okay, So like how many people are you expecting there”

Shayo was dumbfounded at the question but who was she to speak any thing less.

“Five hundred attendees”

“Haa! That’s quite a small population for me to minister to am so sorry with my level of anointing I can’t go less than three million attendees maybe later in the future when you grow bigger I will make it a date, Hope you get my message I feel am too loaded than five hundred audience the grace that God has given to me is way beyond that level I don’t want to waste divine resources. Thanks for the call”

She hung the call.

Just Believe

I Believe

Lady Omolara T. J

Omolara Jegede

Our Perfidious Act (Updated) by Mayowa Adebayo and Omolara Jegede [Free Download]

The first part of this exciting novel resonated with a lot of readers. The thoroughly enjoyable book sparked a lot of conversations and people kept asking for the complete story.

This edition contains the complete episodes and will be equally enjoyed by first time readers as well as those who read the first part.

OUR PERFIDIOUS ACT is the story of a devout lady Rachel, in her waiting days on campus trusting God for a life partner. Mercy brought Daniel across her path and the duo started courting. They got married but along the line they erred and derailed from Gods plan. God is merciful! But will this be enough for them? Find out in this book.

The Authors

Jegede Omolara Temidayo studied Computer Science from Federal Polytechnic Ado Ekiti, and lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
A Christian, A minstrel, An Event planner, writer, speaker and Teacher. This is her first book.
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Email: temidayoomolara27@gmail
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Adebayo Oluwakayode Mayowa hails from Osun State. A builder by profession, he is a Christian by lifestyle and is passionate about writing.

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