Style de Vie

I have never had a worse, excruciating, more bitter phase than I’ve had in the last two months. While my days were for thinking in and out of the box for ways I could keep myself in motion, the nights were for silent cries when that realization of futility hits me and also the pain that came with admitting the fact that I was stuck in a cycle I had, or have, rather, the power to change but hadn’t found the strength yet, made me resort to things I never imagined myself to do. Good thing I gathered the courage to open up to the people I felt could put me through life, and thankfully, my guts were not wrong.  “Count your blessings and name them one after the other”, was the response I received from all three of them and then suddenly, I discovered that indeed, God was really there for me all through the year. “2025 is my year” l  I had a crazy character development, to an extent at least  l  I got a job that also aided my development  l  I made 2 new friends I...

  Sometime ago, I think published an article on religious bondage and I felt fulfilled speaking out on such controversial topic because it really used to piss me off… but up until some days ago, where a woman was trendy due to the fact that she happens to be under the shackles of her belief and her fellow believers. (Story time) Apparently, she had been sick a while ago, and rather than using a medical method to treat herself, she opted for a “traditional” means. This traditional means made her health get worse to the extent of having a very huge sore on her breast. She then decided to come online (on X, formerly twitter) to ask for assistance (medical and maybe financial). Being a person a lot of X users knew, due to the fact she was a real and legit hustler, about 30 million naira was raised for her health issues within 3 days… everyone really wanted her to get out of the sick bed and continue being AUNTY ESTHER.  First of all, protocols had to be observed and a form of cons...