I choose to be a sacred sanctuary. It does not matter whether I am a cottage in a slum, or a castle with a luxury lawn. Whatever I am, I will welcome divinity into myself with arms open wide. I want heaven’s glow to be evident, as a signal glimpse of the bliss within me.
If my roof is thatched, let it be the shadow of the Almighty. If my tank is half full, let its content be the water of life. If all I have left is five loaves of bread, let it be blessed by Jireh. I want to hungry, thirsty and desperate for more of God’s love, light and life.
I want to shine with shalom when my heart quakes with cares or when the rod of life breaks my passion that I silently crash into a million broken pieces. A million messy pieces, a million scars proclaiming God’s mercies every morning.
I want to lie down in green pastures, and make God’s promises the pillows on which I lay my hurting head. When my thoughts are nothing but a colourful crown of thorns that fuels grief and starves my faith, I will hold them with hope, and nurture them with truth, until they evolve into a wreath – a diadem of grace around my head.
I will not plunge into the pool of self-pity, panic and pressure. With joy, I will draw water from the well of hope and salvation. Whether the day is dark or the twilight stars sleep in despair. God is in this temple, heaven is here. there is light in tunnels and dark alleys, there is joy in the valley of shadows.
I am a portrait of possibilities, I am here to happen, and made to manifest. I am salt, I am lustrous light, I am God’s sanctuary. I am enough.
Self-esteem, also known as self-worth, is the impression people have of themselves. The feeling of being valuable and liked. Your self-esteem involves a variety of notions about yourself, such as your appearance, your emotions and how you measure your achievements or failures.
Over the years, I have had seasons when I doubted my worth. Days when I feel unloved and unworthy of life. In some of these moments, by divine providence, some of my friends send nice notes to me in the form of testimonials, quotes, poems or compliments. This helps me to connect to my core and also realise that I am not as worthless as I feel in my darkest hours.
I will be sharing some of these testimonials in my new blog series ‘Tapestry of Testimonials’. Enjoy these beautiful pieces written by my amazing sister and friend from the Philippines, Alerma Grace. We met on Yourquote.in and grew to become best friend’s. I call her my Sweet Sister Bear (SSB)
How do you deal with low self-esteem? Do you think validation from others helps to boost self-esteem?
I was sauntering, desperately searching for perfection, I got broken while passionately trying to fix this perpetual puzzle. Who said there is a missing piece? Who said I need some unravelling? I wish I had known that I am enough and everything I crave is within me.
Struggling to prove my worth, I became blind to my uniqueness. Some said a facelift is all I needed to finally find and deploy my gift. Who said I am broken beyond fixing? Who said I need to be flawless? I wish I had known that I am enough and everything I crave is within me
Craving for validation, I became a slave to conditional love starved of authentic attention till I became bereft of inner bliss. Now I filter people’s opinion about me with the lens of pure love and light. I wish I had known that I am enough and everything I crave is within me.
The Nigerian government has indefinitely suspended Twitter two days after the social media giant removed a post by the nation’s president, Muhammadu Buhari.
The news of the ban was greeted with baseless banters and slight outrage with a touch of social media ‘cruise’. This has left many people wondering if this nation still the giant of Africa or the groaning ant of Africa.
I wonder if this generation is still a ‘woke’ generation or a joke. Are we not seeing the signs of a impending implosion or we just want to remain indifferent in the face of wordless violence from the people in power?
In my pain, I wrote this, hoping that we will wake up and tame the looming disaster.
I believe that everyone is born for a purpose and we all dispense different flavours and colours of divinity. Have you figured out your flavour? What makes you unique? Please share in the comment section.
If love is the only thing we have on earth, no soul will starve to death.
When I was 11 years old, I could remember a particular night that I and my siblings were sure of going to bed hungry. I was so starved and broken that I began to cry by the roadside, one of my mother’s friends saw me sobbing profusely and asked me what the problem was.
I narrated our ordeal to her. She went to meet my mom who felt so embarrassed to admit that she was a broke and broken single mother who couldn’t provide dinner for her children.
That night, I and my siblings went to bed well-fed, all thanks to my mom’s friend – she didn’t just give us dinner, there was something about her action that night that made me know that love is all we need to heal the world.
Covid has brought other kinds of pandemic in its wake (unemployment, hunger, mental health issues) and so we need another kind of vaccine. Around the world, more than enough food is produced to feed the global population – yet over 690 million people still go to bed hungry. What could have been the problem? I am sure it’s not about food distribution but greed and corruption.
Hunger is not just the discomfort associated with a lack of food but the distress associated with a lack of love. In our world, we have two tribes of malnourished folks, those suffering from undernutrition and those suffering from overnutrition.
Hunger seems to be the gulf between the greedy and the needy. Food security on the other hand is not just about the availability of food but the affordability and accessibility of food to the global population.
A healthy, hopeful and happy life begins when a person has adequate availability and constant access to nutritious and good food. Our world will be a better place when we don’t have to worry about where the next meal will come from.
We know that a peaceful world cannot long exist, one-third rich and two-thirds hungry -Jimmy Carter
It is often said that a hungry man is an angry man – no doubt, emotional stability is connected to nutritional stability. This reminds me of the Ubuntu story from Africa.
An Anthropologist proposed a fun game to some African children. He placed a basket of sweets near a tree and made the children stand 100 meters away. Then said that whoever reaches first would get all the sweets in the basket.
After he screamed ‘ready, steady, go!’ The children’s action mesmerised him. They all held each other’s hands, ran together towards the tree, shared the sweets equally among themselves, ate the sweets and smiled.
When the Anthropologist asked them why they did so, They answered. “Ubuntu.” Which simply means, “How can one be happy when the others are sad?” Ubuntu in their language means “I am because we are”. This is a timely and timeless message for all nations and generations, all tongues and tribes and all people in all places – Let’s spread love, hope and joy everywhere.
I ask my friend, how can one be full when others are hungry? Collective prosperity is the only way to achieve world peace. Let’s make kindness common in every way we can. Touch a life today, make someone happy. Heal the world by injecting more love and light into the souls around you.
Let’s have a “Ubuntu” life.
We are apostles of affection from a healing bloodline We don’t give to receive We give to reveal the nature and the culture of our kingdom. A kingdom of love and light with blessings unending. We are custodians of kindness and wellsprings of sweetness. Love is not what we feel or what we do, love is who we are, It’s locked in our blood and bones. We are bred from a loving lineage, genetically wired to be generous and configured to be courteous. We live to give and forgive, we spread love and speak life to everyone and everything around us.
Do you believe that we can end hunger in the world? What can be done? Please share your thoughts in the comment section. Thank you for reading.