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Omo, this Facebook content creation life no be beans at all 😂😂. It’s all about consistency and persistency oh! Sometimes I just sit down and ask myself, “Why am I even doing this?” Not because I don’t know what to post or how to tell a story that one no be the issue. The wahala be say, you’ll post something nice, get plenty reactions, people go comment and engage, but when you check your dashboard… e go just look like nobody even see am 😭😂.

But you know what? I’ve realized this journey is teaching me one of the most important things I’ve been lacking consistency. I used to get tired of things easily. Once something stresses me small, I’ll just move on. But this content creation thing? It’s different. Even when I feel like giving up, something inside me just won’t let me stop.

Sometimes I post and it flops, other times it does well. But no matter what, I keep showing up. And that’s how I know growth is happening, even if it’s slow. Every post, every story, every late-night idea it’s all adding up somehow.

I can literally see the future already 💯💯. It might not be clear yet, but I know where I’m headed. God’s with me, and that one no even get discussion 🙏✨

To everyone creating and pushing out there just keep going. The results will show, maybe not immediately, but it definitely will. Na give give up lose 💯💯💯💯💯😊

You that vow never to come to church, it is convention timeeeeee and I am coming to that your house to drag yesssss you bros and aunty not on my watch will you miss the blessing, deliverance, breakthrough God has for you oyaaaaaa ohhhh it convention o clock ⌚⏰⏰⏰⏰⏰⏰⏰⏰

Location: Ekpene nta street off ccc junction, uyo akwa ibom state.
God await you 😊😊😊😊

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As soon as money entered my hand, I said to myself; “make I do small thing for my hair" 😍 Anyway, I’ve officially left the natural hair gang 😩 I just couldn’t do it anymore.

Even this relaxer showed me shege 😭 My hair was peppering me badly! I’ve always had a very soft scalp, so anything at all will make it burn. But honestly, it’s still better than that natural hair struggle. They say beauty is pain, right? 😂😂😂😂🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

Anyway… how do I look?? 😏

💔 My First Experience With Rejection

I still remember it clearly, even though it happened more than 10 years ago. My very first encounter with rejection and honestly, it broke me.

I was in secondary school back then, just a young student trying to find my place in the world. We had different clubs in school educational ones like football, debate, and the Commonwealth Club. One day, I told myself, “Why don’t I join a group? Even if I’m not the brightest, I can still learn.”

So, one afternoon after class, I made up my mind. I walked straight to the Commonwealth Club hall. My heart was beating fast, but I was excited ready to try something new.

The moment I stepped in, one of the matrons turned sharply, looked at me, and shouted,

“Ojiezele! What are you doing here?”

My heart sank instantly.

She knew me my father was a teacher in that same school and for reasons I’ll never understand, she just never liked me. Every opportunity she got, she would insult me or call me names.

Still, I managed to reply, “Ma, I want to join the Commonwealth Club.”

She laughed a cold, mocking laugh and said,

“You? You can’t. You don't belong here, don't make us fail”

Then she went on to insult me, right there in front of everyone.
I stood there, frozen, holding back tears that eventually refused to stay hidden. That day, I cried like never before.
From that moment, I made up my mind never to join any group in that school again. I felt small, unwanted, and completely rejected all because of one person’s words.

I am just happy where I am today God is working on me, making me a better person 😊😊😊 I trust him 💯💯💯

What was your first experience with rejection ? 🤔

THE DAY I WAS GIVEN LEADERSHIP ROLE IN MY SCHOOL 😩

It all started one sunny afternoon in my Year 3, second semester a day that forever changed how I see “leadership.”

There was this particular practical course we always took in my department. Everyone knew the rule if you don’t belong to a group, you automatically fail. So that day, the class was packed like a concert. People who hadn’t been to school in weeks suddenly appeared, dressed as if they came for an award show.

Now, me being me, I came late. I was outside chatting with other latecomers when the lecturer called us in. She said, “Form your groups quickly!” So we rushed inside and scrambled to find people. Finally, we managed to form a group.

Then she dropped the question that turned my day upside down.
“Who will be the group leader?”

At that moment, I don’t know what entered my head. but I raised my hand! Immediately, my group members started pointing at me like, “Yes, that’s our leader!” Before I could even protest, the lecturer said, “Good. You’re the leader.”

That’s when I knew I had entered one chance.

When I started writing down my group members’ names, my heart broke small-small. The serious students the front seaters, the scholars, even the “slay queens” were already in other groups. My own group? Ha! I was surrounded by the Pablos the fine boys with cars who only came to school once a semester, always with shades on, and vibes like “school is for the weak.” I wanted to cry.

Still, I tried to be a good leader. I created a WhatsApp group chat and dropped a message.

“Hi guys, let’s plan our practical. Please drop your suggestions.”

Silence.
One hour — silence.
One day — silence.
It turned into a graveyard. I even renamed it in my head Silent Night International Ministry. 😂

Since no one was answering, I did the work myself. Then, a day before submission, I decided to check in again. I dropped a message:

“Hey guys, are we ready for tomorrow’s presentation?”

One replied, “What’s happening tomorrow?” 😭
Another said, “I’m not in Uyo oh, I’m in Lagos. Just represent us.”

Represent who?? I was shaking with anger and laughter at the same time. I left the group immediately before I lost my mind.

Presentation day came. Only two of the guys showed up. I had already arranged everything. Just when we were about to go in, one of the “Pablos” drove in, looking like he came for a movie premiere. He walked up to me and said,

“Efe abeg give me something to say.”

I looked at him, tired and exhausted and said:

“If you don’t have anything to say, go and talk about your life history.” 🙄

We went in, and I did almost everything myself. The lecturer was impressed, but deep down, I was tired Those guys nearly gave me high blood pressure.

From that day, I made a promise to myself any time I hear the word leader, I disappear. I love peace, abeg Leadership is not for the faint-hearted. 😭😂.

Have you ever been a leader against your will ??

THE MONDAY THAT TAUGHT ME A LESSON I WILL NEVER FORGET

It was a Monday morning. I woke up, said my prayer, and started cleaning my house. I had a test that day, so I was cleaning fast-fast so I could meet up.

Now, rewind to two weeks before that Monday I had given my stylist my cloth to sew. They told us we must dress a certain way for the test, or we wouldn’t be allowed to write it.

So that morning, after cleaning, I used my last 2k to buy rice and ingredients make I cook chop small before test, 😂 I put everything on fire and covered it. Then one mind just tell me, “Run go your stylist place, collect your cloth, before time go reach.”

Omooo, e get some thoughts wey you suppose dey rebuke with immediate effect ooo! 😂

I reach my stylist’s place, tell her, “Aunty, abeg give me my cloth. I get test by 3pm, and e don already reach 12.”

Na there she start story she con begin tell me how dem shoot bird wey e mama fly. 😭 See me see wahala o! Wetin concern me with bird wey e mama fly ? Na me shoot am? 😩😩😩 God abeggg 😭😂

Long story short she never even sew the cloth I just dey there dey listen to nonsense excuse , forgetting say my rice dey fire.

When I finally remember, chai! My heart cut! 😩 I ran back home only to see people gathered near my kitchen. They helped me off the gas, but the rice don burn finish! My last 2k, gone! I nearly cry that day.

As if that wasn’t enough, I no even get cloth to wear for test again. I just grab one jean and top, rush go school. At the gate, the security man stop me: “You can’t enter. Rag jeans not allowed.”

I beg tire. Told him I had test and I was already late. But the man refuse. 😭

Few minutes later, my coursemates started coming out test don finish. I just sigh, collect small money from my friend, go bukka chop food, and go house sleep. Abeg, I no fit kill myself. 😂😂
Abeg who else don get day like this ???

Still on yesterday 🥺

Seminar defense done and dusted 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🥺🥺🥺🙈
Glory be to God almighty

Meanwhile I fine abi ?? 🤗🤗🤗🤗❤️

Good morning Everyone, as you wake up just note one thing in your mind, you have an adversary the devil, so why should you stop praying, pray again, keep praying and don't give up,

Pray when you don't feel like it
Pray even if you don't get remah.
Study the word even if you don't get revelation
Just let God hear your voice that day.

May God help us all Amen 🙏🏾 🥺