It's been months since we had a heartfelt conversation. 🤭

"Oh really, Itoro?" 😂

Yeah. I think writing is one of the best ways to breathe again,to feel relief.

The journey has become rougher, but God has been kind... not just good. 🤭❤️

He's been with us since the day we were born, and He's still here.

Well... life has been good. 😂🤭

And do you know what good means to me now?

Peace of mind. ✨

I've walked through some of the craziest seasons of life.

Real ones.

That's why I love writing. My words aren't written just because I'm hurting. They're pieces of history—moments I'll look back on one day. ✨🤭

Do you remember when we hated spelling? 😂

Now we're studying a course where spelling is a necessity. 🤧 Funny how life works.

I know you might wonder if we're sad.

Truth is, every trial, every failure, and every setback couldn't stop us. 🤭

We're stronger than we know.

Our lives have never depended on people.

They've always depended on God.

Sometimes it's painful that fate seems to make choices for us, but I believe everything will work out.

So I'll keep grinding.

Harder than ever.

For the future Itorobong Anita. ✨❤️

I don't want her to relive these pains.

I want her to smile, look back over the years, and be proud of every decision we made.

I pray she never drifts away from the Holy Spirit. ✝️

May she spend the rest of her life praising God.

Right now, it's all about consistency and discipline.

We've already survived the hardest phase.

Now it's time to harvest everything we've planted.

Soon. 🤭✨

And before I go...

Your favorite saying:

"Everywhere go stew." 😂❤️

Keep pushing, my girl.

I'll see you at the finish line.

Bye for now. ❤️

Yeah... it's Monday already. 🤧

I was just beginning to breathe again,

trying to recover from the weight of the weekend.

Trying to convince myself that everything would somehow make sense.

But here comes another Monday,

another reminder that time doesn't wait for broken people.

The clock keeps moving,

whether my heart is ready or not.

A lot of things have already crashed under the weight of stress.

Dreams I carefully built have fallen apart.

Plans that looked so certain disappeared overnight.

Smiles have become heavier to wear,

and even silence has started sounding loud.

Yet here I am.

I'm up and going,

not because I chose to,

not because I wanted to,

but because life doesn't stop asking for another step.

Even when I'm exhausted.

Even when my body begs for rest.

Even when my mind whispers,

"Maybe today, just give up."

I'm still trying to put my life back together.

Not waiting for life to fix me.

Not expecting someone to hand me spare parts.

Not hoping tomorrow magically becomes easier.

Because I've learned something.

Nobody can fight my battles for me.

Nobody can carry my scars the way I carry them.

The tears I've hidden,

the prayers I've whispered,

the nights I've survived,

they all belong to my story.

I've been fighting for what feels like forever.

Fighting fear.

Fighting disappointment.

Fighting expectations.

Fighting the version of myself that wants to quit.

Some days I win.

Some days I barely survive.

But surviving is still a victory.

People see the smile,

but they don't hear the conversations I have with myself at 2 a.m.

They don't see the silent tears.

They don't feel the pressure of trying to become someone while feeling like you're falling apart.

And somehow...

I still wake up.

Maybe not with excitement.

Maybe not with confidence.

But with hope,

even if it's only a tiny spark.

Because deep inside me,

there's still a voice that refuses to die.

It keeps reminding me that storms don't last forever.

That broken things can become beautiful again.

That pain may visit,Butt it doesn't own my future.

So yes...

I hate Monday.

I hate how quickly it arrives.

I hate how it reminds me of responsibilities I wish I could escape.

I hate how it demands strength when I feel empty.

But Monday...

You don't get the final word.

I'll walk through you with tired feet.

I'll face you with shaking hands.

I'll cry if I have to.

I'll rest when I can.

And when I can't,

I'll keep moving anyway.

Because I wasn't created to stay broken.

Every scar is teaching me.

Every failure is shaping me.

Every delay is preparing me.

Every tear is watering the person I'm becoming.

One day,

I'll look back at these Mondays

and realize they weren't sent to destroy me.

They were building me.

So today,

I choose to rise again.

Not because life is easy.

Not because everything is fixed.

Not because the pain is gone.

But because I believe there is still light ahead.

And no matter how long the night has been...

I will find that light.

I will keep walking.

I will keep believing.

I will keep becoming.

Because this story,

this life,

doesn't end on a Monday.

Life didn’t end

when I had to restart my life,

when I wasn’t living in a way that pleased God,

when I chose the world,

when I made reckless decisions,

when I followed my own choices even when I wasn’t favoured.

Life didn’t end

when I got frustrated and depressed,

when I lost myself to the cruel love of men,

when I gave up and judged myself for not being better,

when my mates and peers seemed far ahead of me.

Life didn’t end

when I felt alone even in a crowd,

when I played mind games with myself,

when I depended on material things for healing,

when I saw wedding posts of people my age.

Life didn’t end

when I had to retake JAMB again,

when I went through my hardest season of healing,

when I couldn’t even cry out for help,

when I stopped praying for my destiny.

Life didn’t end…

but I began again.

I learned to love myself more,

I stopped choosing people over myself,

I learned to say “no” even when “yes” was easier.

Life didn’t end

and everything began to bloom.

What was broken started healing,

what was sick began to recover,

when I stopped leaning on my own understanding (Proverbs 3:5),

and started walking in Your word (Psalm 119:7–11).

Life didn’t end…

because God never left me in the middle.

Even when I left Him,

He stayed.

Even when I broke myself,

He was quietly rebuilding me.

And now I walk differently

not perfect, but led.

But a point to make everything different.

I wasn't hurt, neither in pain,

I never felt like crying.

I felt peaceful from within.

I wasn't challenged, yet I had joy.

I wasn't scared to leave,

I wasn't lost after leaving.

He would make things feel right

When everything was already going south.

I was cheated and got hooked on

Lies that tested our bond.

I couldn't imagine moving without him.

Yeah, I did it.

No cracks on me,

Just peace.

The clouds joined the pattern together.

The occupied space became spacious.

Little butterflies flew through,

The gap was empty, yet rebuilt.

I relearned all the parts of life,

Took consistency as my ground.

Hard work keeps getting better,

Love is only beautiful when reciprocated.

Nigeria, Nigeria, Nigeria

A land where peace once resided,

A nation admired by many,

Rich in culture,

Where danger was not our daily identity.

Today, I struggle to find those things anymore.

Now, it feels like a place of chaos,

Where lives are exchanged for a price,

Where every corner echoes disorder.

The danger we endure

Has carved deep gaps within our hearts.

Our children no longer feel safe.

Our women are reduced

To vessels for selfish desires.

Our men become servants

To the endless pursuit of money.

How tragic

Damage no longer disappears.

Scars refuse to heal;

They reopen.

Wounds remain fresh,

And money never stops demanding more.

A nation unprepared for the weight of freedom

Should question what independence truly means.

This is no longer the same chapter.

This is another phase.

A phase where fear walks freely in daylight,

Where silence has become survival,

Where justice sleeps

While evil stays awake.

The cries of the innocent

Float through the streets unheard.

Mothers bury dreams with their children,

Fathers hide their tears behind pride,

And the youth

The youth carry heavy ambitions

In a country that keeps breaking their legs before they can run.

We were taught that tomorrow would be better,

Yet tomorrow arrives wearing the same sorrow.

Promises fill the air like smoke,

But none remain long enough

To warm the hearts of the people.

Still…

Beneath the pain,

Beneath the ruins,

Beneath the tired eyes of struggling citizens,

A tiny flame refuses to die.

Because Nigeria is not only its corruption.

Not only its violence.

Not only its broken systems.

Nigeria is the market woman who still prays for strangers.

The child who studies under a dim lantern.

The young man who hustles without stealing.

The young girl whose dreams remain louder than hardship.

We are wounded,

But not completely lost.

And perhaps one day,

This same land drenched in tears

Will remember itself again.

Perhaps peace will return home.

Perhaps healing will no longer feel impossible.

Perhaps the scars will finally close.

And Nigeria

Beautiful, battered Nigeria

Will rise again,

Not as a shadow of what it was,

But as the nation it was always meant to become.

DE WRITER🤭❤️

A New Entrance , the definition of Greatness.

A man filled with the Holy Spirit.

A man whom I loved from the very moment my eyes opened to this world.

He has stood by me through trials, difficult days, and silent battles.

A man beyond a father figure.

A friend, a teacher of holy words.

The one who always tells me,

“Always pray… it is prayer I have shown you.”

He is not only caring, but a man who would defend in the midst of a thousand crowds.

Though he may not know that I sometimes cry when things are not right, his voice remains a ray of hope. 🤭❤️

Another birthday with the same amazing man.

He is still my dad.

Still my covering, even when I struggle with faith.

Still the father I run to when discouragement visits my heart , the one before whom I can speak freely, while quietly withholding tears.

Another year to become more successful.

Another year to keep spreading the Gospel.

Another year to continue showing us God's path.

Another year of multiple blessings.

My first lover, whom I carry with pride.

My father and friend ,the one who accepts me with all my imperfections.

My preacher and prayer guide 🤭❤️

The one ready to remain in the Lord’s house for five hours without growing tired.

My father… my everything.

It is another year with you.

The journey has not always been easy, yet you taught me where my hope truly lies ,in the hands of God.

I pray that Isaiah 55:8–10 will always be your portion, and that Psalms 18:2 will continually dwell in your life and presence.

I could write endlessly on your behalf,

For you and my mother have been the most beautiful part of my life.

Indeed, God is proud of the work you are doing on earth.

Thank you for being my father.

Thank you for holding us through difficult times.

Thank you, my first lover.

Happy Birthday to you.

Many more years, abundant blessings, joy, and positivity upon every doorstep your feet shall walk upon.

Happy Birthday, Ete Mmi ❤️🤭☘️

It’s the older me once again,

knocking at the door of another day.

Yeah… I wasted too much time away from writing.

I guess my mind was occupied with too many things.

It hasn’t been easy growing up with all those sparkly dreams we had at 3.

Daddy got a fresh start in life.

Mummy is now my real gist partner.

And our boys? They’re men now 🤭

I’m starting to rediscover myself by learning new skills.

Yeah, we failed in some parts of life.

We were loved by people… and also hurt 💔

Sometimes the world outside feels cold.

I know we have always struggled with changing environments, but we faced it and we’re still overcoming it.

We still haven’t studied our dream course, but let’s handle this chapter first.

And guess what?

We never drifted away from God aka “Godlikeown.” ❤️

We still love most of the same things from the past… except Chichi 😂

We tried a lot of crazy things.

We still haven’t travelled to our dream places, but we succeeded in trying things we once only wished for.

We learn about God every day.

It’s like a daily dose we can’t stop consuming.

We still haven’t bagged our first degree yet 🤭❤️

But we will.

And yes…

We are still Daddy’s favourite girl.

It’s sad we haven’t met EMY yet, but I assure you ,we will.

We started our personal brand 😭🤭

It’s still growing.

Oh ,and we stopped fighting boys in the streets 😂

We somehow turned into a peacemaker 😭❤️

We aren’t short anymore.

Guess what? We became a 6ft girl 🌹

We stopped being scared of people and finally learned how to hold conversations.

Although…

we still don’t like being scolded 😭

And yes,

we still have the dislocated knee.

We finally have our dream pet.

And God still keeps blessing us.

We’re not little anymore…

just slender 😂

I’m going to pause here for now…

Bye for now.

Await Part II 🤭

DEWRITER🌹

It’s the older me once again,

knocking at the door of another day.

Yeah… I wasted too much time away from writing.

I guess my mind was occupied with too many things.

It hasn’t been easy growing up with all those sparkly dreams we had at 3.

Daddy got a fresh start in life.

Mummy is now my real gist partner.

And our boys? They’re men now 🤭

I’m starting to rediscover myself by learning new skills.

Yeah, we failed in some parts of life.

We were loved by people… and also hurt 💔

Sometimes the world outside feels cold.

I know we have always struggled with changing environments, but we faced it and we’re still overcoming it.

We still haven’t studied our dream course, but let’s handle this chapter first.

And guess what?

We never drifted away from God aka “Godlikeown.” ❤️

We still love most of the same things from the past… except Chichi 😂

We tried a lot of crazy things.

We still haven’t travelled to our dream places, but we succeeded in trying things we once only wished for.

We learn about God every day.

It’s like a daily dose we can’t stop consuming.

We still haven’t bagged our first degree yet 🤭❤️

But we will.

And yes…

We are still Daddy’s favourite girl.

It’s sad we haven’t met EMY yet, but I assure you ,we will.

We started our personal brand 😭🤭

It’s still growing.

Oh ,and we stopped fighting boys in the streets 😂

We somehow turned into a peacemaker 😭❤️

We aren’t short anymore.

Guess what? We became a 6ft girl 🌹

We stopped being scared of people and finally learned how to hold conversations.

Although…

we still don’t like being scolded 😭

And yes,

we still have the dislocated knee.

We finally have our dream pet.

And God still keeps blessing us.

We’re not little anymore…

just slender 😂

I’m going to pause here for now…

Bye for now.

Await Part II 🤭

DEWRITER🌹

It's Been 3 Years

Yet,you still feel Everything  is  the same 

You left with just words of Im sorry doing this 

My heart broke into different shapes 

The Colours of my tears were pain and anxiety 

I left myself,I was a shadow for 2 years 

I wish you could come back….

Ahhhhhh,

He is back but I don't feel the same way at this point 

He is broken,so he came here to heal 

Because I was always his Safe spot 

He would gradually heal

But love isn't available 

He wants more,if I give in I would be hurt once more

He is  still trying to get the pieces of heart back 

I want the best for him

I would escape from this page of him 

A New Chapter awaits me,so I need focus not discouragement 

His Energy are still the same like the last time 

It won't be easy to forget him 

Yep,It's for my sanity 

I was done being the one to hold back on People 

Let me be held too 

I'm not Imprefect 

Im Scared of all these Love Languages 

They arent language but weapons to make me cry 

Falling In Love,Is Fighting against my Goals 

I have alot to achieve 

I would pray 

God Heals your heart 

She cheated but when I was broken 

You couldn't let us talk 

You literally move around with other ladies.

I was more hurt when I see you around her 

I couldn't survive it 

I wanted alot 

But you left me when it was Starting 

Good Bye Everest ❤️

Subscribe now