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2025 Recap

Dearest Gentle Reader, Season’s greetings 🀍 If I’m being honest, I didn’t keep all the promises I made to myself and to you guys in January 2025πŸ₯Ί. And for a long time, that bothered me a whole lot. But looking back now, I understand why. Last year needed me to pause, to learn, to unlearn, and to grow, and I’m grateful for every part of it. One of the biggest lessons came from choosing a career path. As a Microbiology graduate who genuinely enjoyed every aspect of the course (weirdly so), deciding what direction to take wasn’t easy. I felt pulled in many directions, unsure of where I truly belonged. Eventually, I ran back to God for clarity and slowly, things began to align. That clarity led me to academic writing. It was something I had always been interested in but never quite knew how to begin. When I finally took the leap, it was challenging, exciting, and deeply fulfilling. I’m incredibly grateful to everyone who referred me, trusted my work, and supported my journey. Thank you f...

PART 1: “Of Worship, Wahala & Little Miss Red Rose – My Lagos Weekend Begins”

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 πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­

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.”πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


Friday : Outpouring Vibes & Little Miss Red Rose 😭

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 πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Little Miss Red Rose decided to say “hiiiii.” πŸ’€
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! πŸ’…πŸ½πŸ™πŸ½

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 shaπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
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. πŸ‘€
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)” πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ 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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