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THRIVE – Omolara TJ

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The trio strolled down the aisle to have a hearty-dimpy conversation.

Rose, Praise and Faith had been good friends way back since 100l the bond they disseminated was like the three fold cord, the trio were in their final year and it was their norms to stroll out and have serious life matters discussion.

“God, I truly wish school isn’t going to come to a verge soon. This spiritual bonding that we share is one great thing”. Faith appraised.

“My sisters it has been nice encountering covenant partners like you days of deep confab and prayer labours. Kaii! I only wish we can all be deployed to same state for our one year compulsory service. This encounter has been a blessing to me personally” Rose interrupted.

“We thank God for shapening us thus far, the revelations of the scripture is always another hunger for more” Sisters God has helped us.

“Days when we had just cassava flakes to consume after severe fast, God please don’t stop yet with us” Praise alerted.

They chatted deeply to how God has been transforming their individual families.

They headed to the palm fronds man made chair to have their seat that was their regular locale for deep study and prayers.

The purpose for their meeting was to seek God’s counsel concerning their Nysc deployment if God was sending them to the same territory.

Trust baba God he always spoils the plan of man that his own prevail that’s why he is our father the one that knows the best location for every child.

Smiles! They began praying abruptly with ferocious actions and demonstrations.

“Pause” God came in a still small voice.

The trio went silent it was obvious that God was intentional about speaking so early with them but through which means they allowed the holy ghost channel them to the corridor of encounters.

Faith lifted her glabella to the sky but something caught her spirit in the process it was a tree.

“Sisters! Let’s look at this tree what do we see” Faith blurted with smiles

“I see a greenish part on the tree with beautiful fruits” Rose responded looking at the tree from her angle of view.

“I see a lemon like leaves on this tree like a very light green” Praise responded now confused

“That’s it sisters on the same tree how can we have different colour of leaves this isn’t a coincidence, I sense God sending a message across to us and here is the message. When we abide continually in God he makes us thrive, flourish, greenish, nourished and well cultured”. Faith began.

Rose reached out for her journal to pen words down Faith was a gifted vessel in the interpretation of nature to kingdom disposition.

” God is saying we won’t be posted to the same state he is shooting us strategically to territories so as to make him known to everyone we contact, First things first the lemon green is an example of what our lives we look like when we didGod somewhere and expect to thrive, our thriving becomes strivings”

“Jesus! Help us to abide so that we can thrive” Praise exclaimed.

“The green leaves are those that stay, dwell and live in God while they duly trust Him for their thrivings and nourishment, Psalms 1:3 And he will be like a tree firmly planted and fed by stream of water, which yields its fruit in its season; it leaf does not wither; and in whatever he does(education, business, purpose, ministry, relationship etc) he prospers(and comes to maturity”. Faith concluded.

Rose and Praise echoed it as if it was a planned dialogue.

” This is so rich and large”.

It was a message to carry beyond service year the trio worshipped God.

Few months later they were all mobilised and God brought his word to pass as he hath spoken it.

Faith got posted to Zamfara, Praise got deployed to Enugu and Rose was deployed to Sokoto………….

The trio held onto the word of God and indeed they thrived in a strange land…Just like Isaac.

Yes you can I mean you can do even more. You can thrive more than your limitations but you need to abide in God he is the keen factor that makes men thrive. Don’t forget he raises one from the dunghill and set him amongst princes🙏

Thanks for Listening

You are loved🧡

Just Believe

I Believe

Lady Omolara T.J

February 14th – Omolara TJ (Dexterity)

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February 14…

“I love the red bag, it’s so beautiful omoh! I need to see the price tag” Sharon retorted.

She drew close to the bag to see the price.

“Fifty thousand naira, I assume this price is to acquire a land” she mumbled in desperation.

“So economical, In a day I spend over two hundred thousand naira(200k) on just fragrance and spray”. Dorris responded.

“Just on spray? I would preferably buy the northerners smell for #500 than buy two hundred thousand spray, Last I checked; I don’t have body odour so why I come dey stress myself(why the unnecessary tension)?” she managed to say as her voice faded off.

Sussie, Olivia, Rachy and Dorris had been pals way back the four gave their group an acronymn “SORD SQUAD” undoubtedly they were certainly big gurls.

Each of the girls has nothing less than four cars they shuffled cars like apparel. The biggest babes of all their four cars is a big bang..

Sussie drove the latest Range rover, Olivia drove the latest SUV sport babe, Rachy drove the latest Prado Jeep like Ooshara(brand new), Dorris drove the latest Benzenela(Benz). smiles. They rocked with the baddest(my way of making you know how bad this guys were, semantically wrong though smiles) guys.

Their ambition for the year is to get a jet, they needed to step up their games and rebrand their package.

Sharon a young spirited lady barely in her early twenties.She hailed from a humble background.She attended a private school during her primary school period where she learnt how to speak queens English.
Hearing her speak will confuse you of her background plus she was also good looking, fair and smart.Feeding became difficult for her parent they couldn’t afford the fee to secondary her parent enrolled her to a government secondary. She performed excellently well but there was no money to obtain the Jamb form and fix her tertiary education.

One of her neighbors informed her about the chore job vacancy on the island, She obliged.

Sharon was on one of the regular errand when she bumped into the ‘SORD SQUAD’.

I guess the four girls were deceived with her spoken English and fair skin since then they picked her up but sharon was appearing not so tush Asap.

“Don’t worry just pick anything, all bills on us” The SORD squad chorused.

‘”Thanks” Sharon responded with a faint smile, she had thought the four girls were her heaven sent angels. She moved in with them but she showed them a big aunt respect.

January 21st,

“I think it’s high time we stop giving this fish a fish let’s teach her how to catch fish” Rachy vaunted impatiently.

“Haba, Rachy you just disappointed me you know this girl needs serious grooming why rush up the fish” Dorris responded.

“Am sorry gurls but time they go(The time is running out)” Rachy added.

” I will want us to reach an agreement on a day to truly let this fish down the deep” Sussie responded.

Did I remember to add that the “SORD SQUAD” fraternity needed a fresh blood that would handle matters related to fraud.

They were in need of a fair skinned young lady’s picture that would be used on all social media handles to help their boos fraud the white men.

“Yes, I would suggest February 14th next month by then the fish would have been well-fed, then we hit the bang”. Olivia the most calculative of the girls suggested.

“Wow! perfect, then we initiate her instantly” The squad said in unison.

Sharon kept going out on a regular occasion with the girls but anytime she asked about their jobs they try as much as they can to stay coded. She knew something was amiss but she decided to play along……Was playing along the best to do, kwantinue reading…….

Days grew to weeks and weeks to month.

February 13th
The five girls went shopping they spent quality time together……

FEBRUARY 14TH

The “SORD SQUAD” wore the same designers they drove In a red coated limousine car.
Sharon was also gorgeously dressed, Their car arrived at the Yanky beach along the island.The sandy side of the beach was crowded with young guys and ladies.

The colour red travelled across the beach beautifully.
The five girls got to their reserved lodge to check-in. They awaited the arrival of their boos so as to execute their plans.

Ray, Kay, Walex, Presh were the “Sord squad” boos their net worth was more than $500billion(dollars) a whole lot of money. These guys were topnotch fraudsters, cheat and illegal business guys they also brought along with them a young technologist so as to make him build more website for their devilish enterprise.

Feb 13th(Yesterday)

The four guys successfully hacked a multibillion dollar company’s account : Unknown to them that the company had sound technologist they traced the source of the cyberpunk with serious monitoring and speculation.

“Hey gurls” Presh greeted the “Sord Squad” he was the spokesman for the other guys.

“My love, Awnnn! you cute” Dorris his bae responded swiftly.

“My knight in shining armour” Olivia appraised Ray.

The four girls lurked around their prospective boyfriend.

The guys had paid for all expenses they were celebrating their latest hit.They manipulated so much coded words amongst themselves.

The beach was so crowded, various odour travelled across the beach ranging from red wine,pepper soup, smoothie, beef corned pepper, suya, amongst many others.

Sharon was quite unstable with the guys around but she played along with them.

“Is this our new fish?”. Wale inquired.

“Yes our fish will be let out today, thank you for bringing the tech guy. It’s a perfect match” Dorris responded.

“Who is the fish and what is the meaning of fish?”. Sharon muttered in silence

They began by introducing one another, the guys brought out smoking equipment. They drank to stupor are to the fullest around 11:10pm the police invaded the beach unaware.

Sharon visited the lavatory to have herself cleaned up. The reason she had stayed with the “SORD SQUAD” this long was to see them as big sisters during her stay in the tertiary institution not for all these mess of clubbing, partying and cruising.

Presh was the first to see the policemen as they surrounded the beach.

“Kay, Ray, Walex guys lets pose” That was their usual way of telling each other to run from trouble.

“Bang! Bang! the police fired shots in the air..

Presh was shot on his right arms the other guys surrendered easily.

The police searched their belongings they found daggers, knives,blades all for the planned initiation.

“Let’s go girls” Dorris ordered the squad….

They all stood up at once to take their leave from the crime scene, It was too late to pose.

Rachy was shot on her left leg.

The other girls ranted with the police for stepping on their human rights….

Sharon heard noises and voices from the lavatory she hurried out to see what was happening, peeping to see through the storex pillar she saw as the police led the nine of them out of the beach.

The police siren sounded so intensely, everyone at the beach stood still trying to find out what was happening no one understood.

Sharon ran towards their seat to pick up her petite bag and the house key, she hurried out of the beach to pickup her bags from the “SORD SQUAD” apartment.

She suddenly bumped into the spare room in the apartment only for her to see her name boldly written on the wall with February 14th she read through the words attached to the picture.

“God! so I was to be initiated tonight by 12am on the beach without my consent, Thank you Lord”Sharon packed up her things she fled off.

She vowed never to go on any outing with anyone every February 14th.

The End…….

Sharon had a slim escape let’s thank God for having interest in her maybe her parent prayers and blessings but let’s be real with ourselves this beautiful day has repositioned a whole lot of lives while many lives have been been slained on the altar of immorality.

How about reaching out to the unreached about the gospel of Christ, how about putting smiles on the faces of the less privilege.

Nowhere is safe I tell you with Christ in your boat you can sail peacefully. He loves you.
Always remember this your impact in life goes a longer way than your age let’s hijack our teenagers before the devil tames them…..

Make this a Valentine to remember.
This Valentine be valid…..

QT for quality thanks

Just Believe

I believe

Lady Omolara T.J

SUPERCILIOUS – An Epic by Omolara T J

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By Omolara Jegede Dexterity

Femi was young man in his early thirties, he is currently running his Post graduate programme in prestigious private university in town no doubt he was fair to look upon with big brain.



“Good morning sir ” The Female cafeteria attendant(Bimbo)in the university responded courteously.

“Good morning” He responded with a bon face

“Place your order” She emphasized.

“Please is Bunmi in? the other female attendant” He replied with contempt.

“No sir, she has stopped work here”

“Oh I see, what’s your qualifications cos I can’t allow a low degree person serve me food I believe by now the cafeteria director should have at least told you” Femi bragged in his tone.

Bimbo a smart, young lady she was also running her PhD programme in a Federal university her aunt owns the cafe due to laçk of staff her aunt had implored her to help out at the cafe that weekend.

“I be primary school leaver oga (I am)” she switched to Pidgin trying to see the drama the Femi guy was going to perform she had always heard about him.

“Bloody shit, Can you call out your manager before hell let loose here I can’t imagine a low life serving me with all my level of academc/ ceremonial award”. Femi blurted out in rage.

What’s happening here the manager came downstairs swiftly.

The whole scenario was narrated to him.
The manager smiled, I know a day like this would eventually come ” How are the mighty fallen and the weapons of war.. ” I think for this scenario that verse of the scripture should go like this “How are the proud disgraced and their back brought down low”.

At this juncture the manager’s phone rang it was the Director she was viewing all the dramatic display from the CCTV in her office.

“Manager, what’s happening downstairs?” Mrs. Horlick queried.

“It’s the PhD man ma, he is speaking rashly to miss Bimbo because she said she’s a school leaver you know his problem with qualifications I doubt if the man is mentally fine” The manager said few metres away to the scene.

In a jiffy the director came downstairs..

“Mr. man what exactly is the color of your problem sir? why so pained on this issue of qualification who cares about who serves food at the cafeteria if not an insane person like, are you even sane? All this while you come with annoying questions to my staff and I try as much as possible to keep you coded but since you can’t take or surpress your pride I will help you do that without torture.”Mrs. Horlick sounded in rage.

Femi stood still with arms akimbo trying to see what the verdict of Bimbo would look like ..

“The young lady is my own biological sister, Mr man she is also running her PhD programme and if not, does that give you the audacity to mentally silence my staff with academic qualification?. Henceforth, I seek your indulgence that you stop patronising us. It appears we have given you too wide chances that you nag at every slightest moment losing you as a customer isn’t going to cost this cafe any loss. I will say this so everyone can hear the reason why we lack staff is because of your personal law code please leave so I can employ young people that needs to put food on their table” Mrs. Horlick concluded.



Mrs. Horlick hurried up the stairs it’s been decades she spoke rashly to anyone she was an introvert a highly rated phelgmatic..

“Professor Femi, please take your leave” Bimbo whispered.

Writer’s corner

Pride indeed goes before a fall, whatsoever position we find ourselves in life we should never see it as our legal right but as a privilege which is to be maximized carefully.
No one has it all that which you have is someone else’s prayer point and vice versa.



Let’s look into what God’s word state about pride “When pride comes, then comes disgrace” Proverbs 11:2

Music minister, Teachers , political leaders etc check your pride level with the pridometer app before disgrace sets in.

We receive grace not to be disgraced…..

If you are blessed kindly like, comment&share ….

Blessed art thou

#Supercilious#
#Dexterity#


Just Believe

I Believe

Lady Omolara T.J

KAYODE – Final Saga (Story of the Autistic Child) by Omolara Jegede

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By Omolara Jegede

The August visitor was Aunty Bola my mum’s elder sister’s daughter. It was her norms to visit us whenever her school gave them long vacation, she would come to assist my mother with family chores.


Aunty Bola’s visit was a rare one , She was in her third year in the university then as she came in to
our house with her bag I saw fire in her eyes, yes fire,quite strange isn’t it?

The normal Aunty Bola I knew appeared to be transfigured with an higher or extra power (dunamis).

I began to weep profusely as soon as she came in,I didn’t understand why I was crying myself but I knew something was unusual about her.

“Welcome Bola, how was your journey and how is studies?” my mum said with a bored smile.

“I am fine aunty, how is your health now?” she responded.

“Better, thanks for coming around you don’t know how much this means to me”.my mum replied with a weak face.

“My Kayode” She opened up her arms to embrace me

“grin! grin!! I felt a shock across my spine I felt so lighter I guess that was the first step to my deliverance”.

Aunty Bola had encountered Jesus in her second semester 200l since then she didn’t come to our house but this her coming was like the coming of a lion.

Every day and night I noticed aunty Bola muttering words like prayers for my mum and I. I stared with smile as tantrums flow all over my cloth, she showed me love, she sang for me , carried me, unlike my father, neighbours I felt love from someone else aside my mother.
I always thought God hated me for permitting me to. look like this or I was accursed. Aunty Bola made me realise I was loved irrespective of how I look like.
So many times she would bring out papers and give me pencils to write anything, writing became difficult cos I was never schooled I began to draw effortlessly to express my intention.
I could draw virtually every diagram you can think of but I was still throwing tantrums . ..

One beautiful night Aunty Bola slept off

“Dear Lord,visit my aunty on her sick bed open her eyes to her inheritance,quicken her and open her eyes to know that in her identity lies the victory of Kayode” Aunty Bola always mutter that line of prayer for my mum.

She had a dream,

“Bola, Look at this” The angel of God told Bola

She saw her aunty(my mother) tied to a pillar with chains and shackles amidst tears and sweat her aunty was so bent on releasing herself but why my aunty was tied yet the agony if her child filled her heart. She needed to be free so as to set Kayode free.
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The angel pointed forward to where Kayode was lying aimlessly his case in the spiritual realm was more critical than in the physical. I was about running to release Kayode, I heard a powerful voice from behind.

“Don’t loose him” The angel said.

“But why my angel” Bola responded.

“The devil will keep tormenting him the only destined saviour that can deliver Kayode his is mother” The angel responded.

“Why his mother, the bible says he that the son sets or make free is free indeed why” Bola answered restlessly.

” She is the real target the devil intends to frustrate. Thereby tormenting her with the boy she is the only one that can stand up with holy anger to save this child. Kayode can receive divine intervention but he needs (his mother) to fight the battle”The angel responded.

“Angel why then did you send me here to spend this vacation with them if my quota isn’t needed”

“You are needed the mother’s health restoration is tied to your destiny, she will be healed and saved from your birthing in the place of prayer.”

“Hmmmn, I will keep interceding till the victory be visible” Bola answered.

The dream ended Aunty Bola stood up from her bed she paced around the room and after so much pacing she began to pray again. Indeed she was a war woman.

My mother’s health was restored she had met the saviour during her stay bedridden period.
She came back stronger and more tougher.

Few weeks later,

She saddled me behind the back of her car, she packed some food stuffs and drove out of the compound.

We travelled for over three hours and forty minutes the car came to a static position.

My mother alighted from the car to pick me up from the back seat of the car, she also packed the foodstuffs. She mounted the mountain with pains and sweat with me and the food.

“Lord, I had seen you and your mightiness in my dream last night come and prove it here and now” my mum wept as she called on God to intervene in my case.

The whole atmosphere changed, the clouds became heavy with darkness as if it was going to rain heavily.My mum closed her eyes as she pleaded I was the only one witnessing the whole drama.

I saw a strange hand on me I vibrated for about ten minutes unconsciously later on I opened my eyes everywhere was crystal clear again, my mother was still talking with God.

I was about distracting my mother by calling her “Baaa Baaa” the way I had always called her since birth but to my amazement.

“Mummy” I called out.

She opened one eyes to be sure it was not me that just called upon her.

“Kayode, Did you call me now” My mother ran towards me
I nodded like an agama lizard, it must have been a mistake.

“Say that again Kayodemi” she pleaded.

“Mummy” This time I exclaimed I was too excited that I had called mummy that I began to jump up from one end of the mountain to another.

“Kayode did you just stand by yourself and jump”
My mother was amidst tears indeed this God is true.

God of awesome wonders that’s his name…….
The duo thanked God for the miracles.

Kayode was enrolled into school his academic performance wowed his mother. God is at work

Years later,
Kayode had a foundation for the physically challenged(children with special need) a home of comfort. God grace was on him he became a healing evangelist. Kayode’s father showed up to claim his son and live with him

Here is the question readers: If you were Kayode would you forgive your father for neglecting you all through the years?

Use the comments section please.


Love the autistic child, they are special. We need them around to make the world colourful.


May the Lord heal them and restore their health.

Thanks for reading, You are loved kpa!

#Kayode
#Dexterity

Just Believe

I Believe

Lady Omolara T. J