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Omotola: Sorely Missed, Not Forgotten

I like to think writing, for me, is therapeutic as much as it’s a passion. But sometimes, certain events seem to nullify that position. They stand like giants and poke fun at me right before my eyes:
“No darling. Your writing can’t do us nothing!”

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Heart Broken

How are we doing today? I hope we’re all living strong, or at least trying to in the face of difficulties that seem like cannot be overcome.

5:30 am, about three months ago, I encountered what most people would call a panic attack. I couldn’t breathe, and it felt like a part of me was being ripped out of my chest. I had to be carried down from my bed by my roommates who were left in anxiety for about 15-20 minutes until I calmed down. When dawn broke, I called my parents to explain what had happened. I remember my mum saying “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine”. She didn’t tell me Omotola had left us then. I continued normal school life until a week after, a mutual friend of our families asked me about her. Naturally, I said she was fine because I had called the day before, and was told that she was doing okay, the doctors were still checking up on her, and that I should keep praying for her. You can imagine what a rude shock it was for me to hear that my elder sister, mentor and best friend had passed away, and that too, just few hours to my first ever examination as an undergraduate. To be honest, I have no idea of what I wrote in that paper, because it was done in tears. I was so heart broken, hurt and angry. Heart broken because I had lost my favourite person, hurt because everyone had to put on a facade for my sake, even after I knew the truth already, and I was angry at myself. Mama(Omotola) used to call me her guardian angel, and in our last conversation, she spoke casually about “killing pains”. At that point, I promised to pray for her, but it felt like I didn’t pray enough when I learnt of her passing. Coupled with some other happenings, I began to blame myself, and depression began to set in. I couldn’t relate well with friends, couldn’t eat or sleep, I couldn’t even pray. It felt like my life had taken a downward turn and spiralled down the drain.

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Things We Do For Love

Hello Warriors, I think I should Introduce my self. My name is Shola Ajayi, Omotola’s Bobo. I’m sure some of you must have read about me in some of her posts. Yeah I’m her graphic designer, I’m her husband, the most important job by the way, and also I’ve been the one helping Omotola with the technical aspects of this wonderful website.  I’m not much of a writer so I’ll go straight to the point.

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Wedding Day (Part 1)

It was time to rest in advance for my big day. The hustle and bustle of preparation for me was over. No outing sprees nor over excitements I had been told. My big, black leather box lay gently at the corner of my room. The room was as cosy as always and warm from the rug’s presence.

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Peace has overtime been described as a state of rest and harmony, a period free from war, discord or strife. More often than not, we tend to see peace as a time of total comfort, away from every form of anxiety and worry. Yet, this is not a true summation of what peace really means.

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Living Strong

It was a beautiful time out with Mrs. Omilola Oshikoya, Mr. Oyakhire Russel, the production crew on Heart of the Matter, including the godfearing, wonderful, handsome, and loving young man always standing solidly behind me through thick and thin, Olushola Ajayi, popularly known as Bishopforte. The creative director behind

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Daring To Hope

Under a cloud
Of both depression
And hurting emotions.
I stand comatose,
Like a patient for a craniectomy.

Going through the tremor,
Is sheer painful labour.
I think it,
That I ain’t in favour.
But something tells me,
It’s only but a vapour.

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“You’ve started with your stupid crying again? Abi?. What’s wrong with you? What’s with the tears? Ehn?”

Mummy Moyo shouted at her daughter. ” It’s like you have some demons residing inside of you. I’d drive them out now on your behalf.”
Moyo cried all the more. Her voice rising in a falsetto. she was deeply frustrated. How long will it take her mother to know that she wasn’t crying from demon possession but from agonising pains. Just how long?

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Tobi, My Warrior Friend

Tobi is an handsome, quiet, fair-complexioned, seventeen year old boy. He has a very attractive demeanour and I met him just a week back, before the Easter celebrations. I fell almost immediately in love with the young man and gave him a nick. I called him “UP-NEPA” the very first day I had contact with him. This nick was inspired by his complexion. I think I should let you know that the nick stuck. His friends found that better than the initial nick they had given him, Alabi-yellow.

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Remain Hopeful

“When the storm continued raging, we finally gave up hope”. The last thing we throw overboard when we face a crisis is hope. And when we throw that away, we’ve pretty much ‘ had it’. Are you wrestling with an issue that’s been battering you back and forth? Have you come to the point where you’ve thrown things out, and now you’re at the point of despair? Remember, the sailors on Paul’s ship finally gave up all hope because they forgot that God was in control. They forgot He had a plan. And they forgot that He can inject hope into an absolutely hopeless situation. When the Bible speaks of hope, it’s not talking about luck, or chance, or accident. No, it’s about focused faith in God. (Excerpt from Word for today)

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