Dearest Gentle Reader,
Long time no blog post, innit?
Do I have a logical excuse? Absolutely not.
Do I miss y’all? 100%! Because nobody understands my rants like you do.
Anyway, welcome to today’s episode of Yapology!
So, Friday through Monday was one wild ride. I travelled down to Lagos for a God-filled weekend and yes, it was fun-filled too… well, until Monday ππ
The plan looked simple on paper:
Get my document from school (for context, I’m an alumna of Mountain Top University), attend Outpouring on same Friday evening, PMCH on Saturday (I’m an MFM girlie through and through), church on Sunday morning, Hallelujah Festival Sunday evening, and head home Monday.
Emphasis on “looked simple.”ππ
Friday : Outpouring Vibes & Little Miss Red Rose π
Friday morning, I was meant to collect my document from school. Instead, I collected premium stories. One story led to another until I realized time had really gone, and Outpouring with Dunsin Oyekan was starting by 4 p.m. Guess what time I was still on the road? 6!
Finally got there at 8:30 p.m., ready to drown in worship. Guess whatttt ππ Little Miss Red Rose decided to say “hiiiii.” π
Just imagine this: deep in worship under Minister Faith Owolabi Elvis, eyes closed, hands lifted, then someone taps me and whispers, “Sis, you’re stained.”
I saw my spirit leave my body, I legit logged out of the spirit.
I stepped out, fixed up, and went back in like nothing happened. Because worship must continue!!!
Then Minister Dunsin came back on stage! He had ministered earlier and sang most of my faves ( Nagode, Ekondo) , but I was still grateful. The atmosphere? Electric. The testimonies? Whew! God is still doing wonders.
Next was Minister Theophilus Sunday, and at one point, I just stood there like, I’m proud of this generation.
We dey slay, we dey pray! π
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Then came the after-party , my absolute fave, Minister Lillian Nneji! If you know me, you know I’m shy and dance like a malfunctioning robot. But that night? I danced like David! David was most definitely shocked as well shaππ
Because how will you be shy in the presence of your Savior? Neverrrrrr
That was Friday. Spirit high, body tired, voice halfway gone.
Saturday : PMCH & The Case of the Vanishing Voice
Saturday morning, it was time for PMCH at MFM Prayer City.
I arrived ready to shout, pray, and possibly re-grow my missing voice.
Dr. Olukoya himself ministered , and if you’ve ever been in one of those services, you already know: voice whereeee? Gone. Completely.
By the end, I sounded like a broken flute literally but felt brand new.
And that was how Act One of my Lagos weekend ended, holy noise, lost voice, and lots of rejoicing.
But my gentle reader, that was just the beginning. π
Because Sunday and Monday? Ehn, the Lord really tested my patience from Steeze in the mud to muddy miracles to a chef that broke my heart (and my stomach).
Stay tuned for Part 2: “The Day Chef Nini Tried My Faith (and Other Lagos Adventures)” ππ dropping soon!
Writing this is just making me realize I really went through a lot
Anyways see y’all in part 2
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