THE DIARY OF A NIGERIAN CHRISTIAN GIRL- SEASON 1 EPISODE 19

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This is the diary of a Nigerian Christian Girl- Season 1 Episode 19

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Adesuwa’s baby is beautiful.

I wished I was the one sitting with my legs stretched out on the hospital bed, having my child culled up in my bosom, sucking hungrily.

Adesuwa looked radiant even though she also seemed tired. The three women – Mama D, Abigail’s mother and Adesuwa’s mother – began to chat at once saying words like ‘Jesu seun o’ ‘Ayo a kari o.’ ‘Olorun a bawa wo o.’

Abigail was talking quietly to the new mother. When she saw me, she stretched out her hands to hug me.

‘Yemisi baby!’ Abigail said.

I rolled my eyes and pushed her hand away. ‘Who is your baby?’ I turned to Adesuwa and danced on my feet. ‘Latest mother in the house.’

Adesuwa smiled. ‘Miss Yemisi, I’m so happy you are here.’

Abigail held my neck with her hands. ‘How dare you ignore me?’

I pinched her arm. She cringed in pain and released my neck.

‘What was that for?’ Abigail said, slapping me on my back. I returned the slap. She hit me again.

I hit her back. ‘Why didn’t you tell me she was going into labour today?’

Abigail slapped my face and when I wanted to slap her back, she held my hand mid-way. Adesuwa was watching us and giggling. I struggled to pull my hand away but she held on tightly.

‘I’ll pinch you again.’

Abigail finally let go of my hand. ‘I don’t know what you are learning in Mama’s house. In your discipleship meetings, didn’t Mama teach you to say thank you when someone slaps you?’

I pointed a finger at her. ‘You know what I would have done if we were alone in this room. I would have beaten shege out of your body. Why did I have to hear this news from Mama, eh!’

She wrapped her hand around my waist. ‘Ma binu. I wanted to call you when we left for the hospital this morning, but mum didn’t want you to panic. I tried calling again later this afternoon, but your line was busy. I’m sure you were talking with a man.’

Wale. She must have called while I was still talking to Wale.

‘Miss Yemisi. Labour is painful. God! I felt like I was going to die.’ Adesuwa said.

I was about asking her to give me details of her labour experience when the women stopped their private chat and turned their attention to us. Soon, they were sharing funny experiences of their pregnancy and child birth days.

My eyes went to the child in Adesuwa’s arms. How many pregnant teenagers receive the kind of love Adesuwa had been showered with? These women had made the delivery easy for her. They had given her the support she needed to transit to a normal life.

Adesuwa’s mother took the child from her daughter and before long, the teenage girl slept off. Abigail said she had gist for me. We sneaked out of the room and went to the reception.

Abigail couldn’t contain her excitement. ‘Can you remember the last time we spoke, I told you my youth president grouped us into committees for the preparation of the youth convention? I also told you I was made the assistant leader of the committee.’

I nodded. ‘Yes I remember.’

‘Yemisi, hmmm.’ Abigail sighed. ‘The committee members had a meeting where we brainstormed on ideas and after the meeting, my leader called me aside and said he wanted both of us to put the suggestions into workable plans.  Babe, that’s how we had a long call that led to other discussions. Oh boy! That guy literally spat out the things I’ve been nursing in my heart.’

I laughed. ‘It’s about time we had another brother on the stage. Thank God! What’s his name?’

‘Ibrahim.’

My eyes widened. ‘Ibra what? Where for goodness sake is he from?’

‘Kastina. He’s been coming to my church for almost seven years now. His mum was the third wife of one Alhaji and after she got saved, she moved down with her kids to Lagos. He has two sisters. Hadiza and Khadijat. One works in the children department, the other is in the choir.’

‘Ibrahim.’ I muttered underneath my breath.

‘You know how I am with guys. Victor was the only guy I ever thought I’d marry. The short time I’ve spent with Ibrahim is just changing everything. I’m like, God, I have been in the same church with this guy for years, how did I not see this?’

Sincerely, I was happy to hear this from Abigail. I have never met a more stubborn and rigid lady like my friend. All the years she held on to Victor even when the guy was not interested in her, she never for once gave any other man her attention. I remember about four guys or even more who pleaded with me to talk to my friend. In fact for more than two years, one of the guys stayed in pursuit until he got tired.

What did I not say to Abigail? Even her mother couldn’t change her mind. We talked and advised and cajoled. Babe just looked at us and said she wasn’t making a move until she heard God.

Oya, take the suitors to God abi? At least just give them a chance.

Abigail refused. The only leading she’d received was for Victor. She was not making any move until God pointed her in another direction.

Now to hear that she was already considering brother Ibrahim from Kastina. I felt like jumping up and dancing around.

Again, I was afraid for my friend. What if this guy was just being friendly? The last thing I wanted was for my friend to cuddle another ‘ghost’ who knew nothing about how she felt.

‘Do you think he is interested in you? I know you guys have been talking but you can’t just assume he wants to be in a relationship with you.’

Abigail smiled. ‘He has informed my Pastor about his intention.’

My eyes widened. ‘Sharp brother! He does not want to waste time at all.’

‘I guess he made that move after one night we spoke for five hours. Yemisi, me like this, talk to a brother for five hours. I’ve already told him I need time to pray more about this. It just seem too real to be true. I can’t explain the peace I feel right now. .’

I raised my hands in thanksgiving. ‘Thank you Jesus. I can’t wait to meet this Ibrahim to give him a firm handshake. Finally…’

I told Abigail about Wale and how I wanted the relationship to work. The response Abigail gave me did not leave my heart.

‘I know Wale is a changed man now.’ Abigail started. ‘I’m not saying, God can’t lead you to him. But there is a question we are not asking here. Why do you want to get back in a relationship with him? Are you sure you are not doing this out of pity? Wale has gone through a lot, yes. You saw the scars. But really, is that not what is fueling your interest? Babe, you need to let the Word dissect the intent of your heart. It’s important we do marriage with a right motive.’

I kept thinking of those words as I left the hospital with Mama. Why did I really want to marry Wale? When I searched for a reason, what I kept seeing was Wale wandering around the supermarket, Wale with scars on his back, the promise I made to stay with him no matter what happened. Somewhere in my heart, I felt it was my duty to take care of him. Was that a good reason to get married?

‘Are you okay?’ Mama asked me as we pulled into traffic.

‘I’m fine ma.’ I replied. I wished I could talk to her about how I felt but she might get upset that I was still holding on to Wale. I closed my eyes and prayed silently.

Jesus, I am your daughter. I have clarity concerning this. Help me see the truth. If I’m going the wrong path, please call me to order.

I prayed until we got home and by then, my mind was calm and the anxiety had cleared off.

Papa was having a bible study in the living room with some of his mentees. Mama and I joined them and as my eyes caught Wale listening intently to Papa, I knew in my heart that he was not the one.

It was as if a scale had dropped from my eyes. This was not my man. My lips re-echoed my thoughts and then the fear returned. How do I tell him without breaking his heart?

I didn’t concentrate all through the bible study. Even when I sat in the dining room to eat dinner, I was still struggling with the thoughts. Will Mama agree to tell him on my behalf? I already knew the answer to that. Mama will never do that.

‘Are you sure you are fine?’ Mama asked again.

I flashed her a smile. ‘Yes I am.’

I prayed more that night, hoping to hear a different response. Instead, it became stronger in my heart that Wale wasn’t the guy.

So, who for goodness sake was this person? I kept praying until I slept off on the floor.

I had a dream that night.

I was in a hall filled with people. I could see Ebun sitting somewhere in the congregation. The head of the Zion Teens was seated somewhere at the front. Some of the guys who had stayed with Ayo in Mama’s house were present. On the podium, the founder of the Zion Missions, Elder Makinde, a man in his fifties, held a microphone. I’d not met him in person but I’d seen his picture several times.

In the dream, I walked behind a man who held my hand and led me towards the podium. There was a wedding ring on my finger. It was clear that the man was my husband. We got to the front of the podium and knelt down. The founder of the Zion Missionsrayed for us.

I woke up, annoyed.

I tried to sleep back so I could see the face of the brother. But sleep didn’t come.  I tried and tried again. Who could this person be?

Rest in me and wait patiently for me.

‘God, at least just reveal the face of this brother.’ I prayed quietly. ‘I promise I’ll wait for as long as you want me to. I just want to see his face.’

When I slept back, I saw that I was sitting under a tree with some teenagers sharing God’s word with them. No brother showed up.

I remained on the bed, daydreaming of the brother without a face. Maybe I’d meet him at my training sessions. Maybe he was also a worker at the Zion Teens.

I sighed in frustration when I remembered the training was still three months away. I was so eager to meet this person.

Mama’s voice pushed me out of my thoughts. I didn’t know when she entered my room. She sat on my bed.

‘It’s almost eight o’clock and you are still on the bed. That’s unusual. What is the matter?’

I finally told her how I felt about Wale and the dream I had. I told her I wanted to meet the man I’d seen in the dream.’

‘Yemisi, calm down. God has already told you what you should be doing now. Rest and wait. Put the dream aside and keep doing what you have been called to do. When it’s time, God will bring the right person.’

I slid my feet into my slippers. ‘Do you think I should tell Wale about not being led to him?’

‘Yes.’  Mama said as we walked out of the room together.

I was too scared to talk to him. I keep postponing until almost two weeks when I finally took the courage to tell him what I sensed God was saying. That morning, I stood on the veranda waiting for him to return from his usual prayer walk.

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My heart skipped when I heard the gate opened. He was smiling as he bounced towards the house.

‘Daughter of the most high.’ Wale said. ‘Hope you slept well.’

‘Wale, can we talk?’  I said quickly before I lost the courage and change my mind. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve taken permission from Mama. She says it’s fine.’

He stared at me for a while and together we went to the spot where he had pulled his shirt and showed me his scars. I didn’t know how to start.

‘Okay, Wale, I’ve been praying about us.’ I hesitated. Lord, help me through this. ‘You asked for another chance. I really want it but God is not giving me a go-ahead.’

When Wale didn’t say anything, I became worried. ‘I have prayed. I mean I struggled but still I heard the same thing.’

Wale let out a deep breath. ‘I told Papa exactly what you just said. I told him I didn’t know how to tell you that we weren’t meant to be in a relationship. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.’

My hand flew to my mouth. ‘What! To think I’ve been so worried of how to say this to you.’

He smiled. ‘I told God to put us both on the same page.’

I bent my head and chuckled, ‘This God ehn.’

‘Your husband is close Yemisi.’ Wale said. ‘I was praying for you this morning and I sense very strongly that God would have you stay focused on the assignment before you. There is no need to be anxious or worried. He is sorting things out.’

‘Thank you Wale. God has been speaking in that light too. But what about you? Have you sensed any leading to anyone?’

Wale rubbed his knees. ‘I’m not sure I’ll be married till the next three to four years. There is a lot of training and work I have to do.  Right now, God is prompting me to pick a master’s degree form and just when I wondered how I was going to pay my way through it, Papa called me to his room to tell me about a professor friend of his who needed a part-time research assistant. I’ll be seeing him next week.’

My mouth opened in surprise. ‘Wow!’

‘One of Papa’s mentees wants me to facilitate some classes in real estate for his online business academy. You know real estate is all I did after school. The pay is cool. There is also ministry to learn, evangelistic outreaches to plan. Marriage is so not in my schedule for now. I know when it’s time God will bring her.’

He winked at me. ‘We shall come for your wedding. I’m not going to eat rice o. I want amala and gbegiri with plenty shaki.’

I laughed. We talked about other things until it was almost dark. After we returned to the main house, I went straight into the room and fell on my knees.

‘Lord, you keep in perfect peace whose heart is stayed on you. I trust my future into your hands. Help me Lord to stay focused on what you’ll have me do this season. Oh yes! My heart is at peace trusting the Lord.’

My phone beeped. Reluctantly, I took it from under my pillow. It was a text message from Ayomide.

Hi Yemisi, sorry I’ve not called. Hope you are good? I’ll reach you soon.

I hissed and threw my phone to the bed and continued with my prayers.

‘God, please when are you going to lead me to this brother? Why is it so difficult for me to get clarity in this area? Is there something I’m not getting right? Oh Lord!’

Yemisi, keep your focus on what I’ve called you to do, the man will meet you on your way.

Those words were clear in my spirit. The man would meet me while I’m busy with my Father’s assignment

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I travelled home with Yewande and her kids for Akin’s wedding. Yeah, my brother is a big boy. The guy has created a niche for himself in the agricultural sector. The last time mum came to Lagos, she told me he’d been selected for a nine month training in Netherlands and she had insisted on having the wedding before he leaves the country.

The taxi dropped us in front of my parent’s house. I was annoyed to see our open compound crowded with people.

‘What are they all doing here? For goodness sake, the wedding is still a week away.’ I said to my sister as we pulled our belongings out of the trunk.

Yewande grinned. ‘This week is going to be fun!’

I noticed a three legged pot standing on pieces of firewood at one corner of the house. Two young women with wrapper tied around their chest were squatting and using torn carton papers to fan the fire from the wood. Some of my cousin were playing football at the back of the house. Some girls played ‘ten-ten’ close to Akin’s car.

The moment they noticed our arrival, shouts of joy rang everywhere. My cousins were all over us, clapping and dancing. One of my favourite cousins heard the shout and ran out of the kitchen with a small tuber of yam in one hand and a knife in another. When she charged at me, I shouted at her to put the knife down.

I grew up here with all of these people. They slept in my house and I did in theirs. The bond between my dad’s siblings had spread to their kids and grandkids. We were one big family. My mother’s extended family was the opposite. Mum and her siblings rarely saw eye to eye. It was no surprise that she became closer to my father’s sisters than she did with her own blood relations.

The only thing that bothered me about dad’s family was my cousin sisters who never saw beyond marriage. As far as they were concerned, getting married and having children was the definition of life for them. How do you finish secondary school and the only thing you can think about is marriage?

Anyway, I was not surprised when later that evening, three of them surrounded me, their faces full of pity.

‘Yemisi, kilo nsele. Where’s your boyfriend?’ One of them asked.

‘Hope you are not doing like all these Lagos people that want to make plenty money before they marry. Egbon, ko le pay eh o. It’s not good at all.’ Another one added

‘Time is going o. We are your sisters and we have to tell you the truth.’ The third one said. She pointed to her son playing with some of his cousins. ‘My son is eight years old and just look at me, at twenty-eight, I still dey kampe!’

My other cousin slapped her playfully. ‘Awon fine chic. Omo to fine. Omo to set.’

She turned 360 degree slowly with her hands on her waist. The other two ladies chanted praises at her. She stopped in front of me.

‘I have four children and the last of them has started school already. When I go to the market to sell my wares, I have rest of mind. Do this thing now that you have the strength’ She responded in yoruba.

‘Be deceiving yourself, another boy is coming. You will soon tell us that you are pregnant.’ One of my cousins said to her.

She snapped her fingers over her head. ‘Eleda mi ko! I reject it in Jesus name. Baby keh? If Baba Ade wants more children, he should go somewhere else. Not this body.’

I stood there irritated as they gabbled here and there in yoruba. When I couldn’t stand their chatters, I quietly moved away from them. You won’t believe that between the time I left my cousins till I got to my parent’s room, five of my aunts had asked me what was wrong with me.

‘What’s the matter?’ ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘What is the problem?’

For goodness sake, how does my not being in a relationship translate to a problem? One of my aunts said, she heard what happened between me and Wale andbecause all men were stupid like that. Did they even know that Wale was ready to dump me for another lady because of green card?

An older cousin said, I wouldn’t find a man who did not cheat and I had better come to terms with that truth.

One even had the guts to say that when her husband shouts and orders her around, it was an evidence of his manhood. I was so disgusted as I hurried to my parents’ room. I was about to start ranting when I entered the room to find my sister shouting at my mother.

‘Why will you tell my aunts about my family? Why?’

My mother didn’t answer her. She sat on the bed and continued to fold the aso-oke and lace she planned to use for the wedding. Dad was on the bed, his hands lay weak by his side.

‘Mummy, It’s not fair. This is my life. Everybody now knows that my husband has refused to let me go to Benin. Did they need that information?’

My mother stopped what she was doing and looked at her daughter. ‘At least I didn’t tell them what your husband is doing in Benin.

‘Whatever! They don’t have a right to know about my life without my permission. I don’t need any self-pity glances from them. Is their family perfect? They are just low life people who do nothing but pop out babies. They can’t even hold an intelligent conversation.’

I glanced at my sister with an expression that says, ‘so how are they different from you?’

Mum stood up. ‘You don’t talk about our family like that, Yewande. I know everything that goes on in their families. We don’t keep secrets from each other. We pray together. We cry together. I didn’t do anything wrong.’ My mother walked slowly to her box. ‘In fact, just go away from my room if you don’t have anything reasonable to say.’

Yewande stormed out of the room. I sat on the edge of the bed and touched my father’s legs. He gave me a weak smile. Mum was obviously still seething and I wondered if this was the best time to tell her about my resignation from Pavilion.

Abi, are you here to shout at me too?’ My mother turned slightly towards me as she placed the clothes in her box. Mum and her clothes sha. She can arrange that box like hundred times a day.

Mum looked at me, angry. ‘Ba egbon e soro. She should not be talking to me like that!’

I went to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. ‘E ma binu ma. Don’t be angry. Just forgive her.’

Mum pulled my hand away as if my hand on her skin irritated her. ‘We told her not to marry that man but she insisted. She brought this upon herself.’

I stared at my mother, shocked. What was my mother saying? She had been bugging my sister to bring a man home from the time she got her NYSC posting letter to Nasarawa. It was true my mother didn’t like him but she hadn’t objected.

‘Why are you looking at me like that!’

I moved away from her. ‘Nothing. I’ll just go and help out with dinner.’

Later that week, I told my parents about leaving Pavilion for a mission agency. The first question Mum asked me was ‘how much is the pay?’

I told her once I join the team fully, I’d be paid thirty thousand naira monthly. My mother started shouting at the top of her voice.

‘Yemisi, you left a job that paid you three hundred thousand naira for thirty thousand. Omo yin, Ooo gbon! You don’t have sense. Ni bo lo fi opolo e si? Are you okay at all?’

‘Mummy, that’s what God wants me to do. I want to serve God.’

My mother almost slapped me. She left her room and I knew she had gone to report me to my aunts. I sat on their bed, frustrated. Dad was still in the same position and this time his gaze was fixed on me. I climbed the bed, wrapped my hands around him and placed my head on his chest.

Dad had not said a word since I got there. I wanted him to say something. I wanted to hear his voice. I raised my head and touched his cheeks tenderly.

‘Dad, you are healed in Jesus name. Every organ in your body functions to the perfection God ordained them to function.’

Dad nodded his head slowly. I placed my head on his chest while tears trickled down my face.

An emergency meeting was called that night. Four of my father’s sisters sat in the small living room while Yewande and Akin stood at a corner with some of my cousins. My aunties started to talk one after the other. One told the story of a woman who was beaten to death by her evangelist husband. Another one said the former Pastor of her church raped the house help for years even though his wife knew about it. One said, her neighour’s brother, a missionary, died of poverty. They were just making so much effort to discourage me.

Mum looked sternly at me. ‘Have you heard what everybody has said? When you return to Lagos, look for another job! Stop the-‘

She was interrupted by the eldest sibling of my father. ‘Leave her to do what she wants. If she wants to serve the Lord, He will take care of her.’ The old woman said in Yoruba.

That ended the meeting. I mean nobody objected, not even my mother. It was always like that. Once Mama Ijebu spoke, no one dared argue with her. I wanted to run to hug her but I restrained myself.

My mum kept snapping at me at any slight provocation. She kept saying that they trained us to support the family but my sister and I were now irresponsible children. We didn’t care about them and only my brother was making sense with his farm business. She said if she had known she’d not have wasted her money after our secondary school education. We’d have ended up selling fish or tomatoes in the market like my cousins.

I tried not to get angry and to prevent that, I stayed out of her way.

Two days before Akin’s wedding, Simeon called and said while he was praying, God told him I needed some money. He sent me a hundred thousand naira. Immediately, I went to the bank and withdrew the money.

The night after the wedding, I handed my mother an envelope. Reluctantly, she opened it. When she saw the one thousand naira notes in the envelope, she gasped and stared at me.

‘Where did you get this from? I thought you said you’ve left your job.’

‘You can be sure I didn’t steal it.’

‘I’m not saying you stole it. Owo re…But how?’

I touched my mother’s shoulder. ‘God takes care of his own and you can be sure I’ll take care of you.’

Mum’s attitude changed after that day.

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Time ran so fast. Even when Andrew called to inform me that the training had been moved to December, it still didn’t slow anything down.

I spent a lot of time with Ebun learning to bake cake and small chops. Yeah, that was part of the instructions I received after I returned from my brother’s wedding. I didn’t even know Ebun was skillfull in those areas. I thought she only knew how to make cookies and spring rolls. She taught me how to make bags, throw pillows, liquid soap and disinfectants.

‘I have trained lots of girls in the North with this.’ Ebun said. ‘Skills like these are always useful on the mission field.’

I was so busy that I didn’t even have time to think about getting into a relationship. Yeah, once in a while, I brooded over it but tasks snapped me out of those thoughts. There was just so much to do. Apart from the skill acquisition programs, I had retreats with Ebun, personal retreat for myself, a three week rigorous online coaching class to attend, online discipleship meetings with my Cornerstone College students, prayers with Mama, private meetings with Papa. I’d never been busy like that in my life.

Even Wale got really busy too. We hardly saw and when we did, we talked for long about ministry, career and our walk with God.

I was happy with my life even though I was expecting to meet my guy at the training center. I had different pictures in my head. Maybe he’d be a new member like me, a banker maybe, who had obeyed instructions to leave the job and join the mission. Could he be one of the facilitators? Like I stated earlier, those thoughts didn’t stay long in my head, because there was so much to do.

Two days before my trip to Osogbo, I made muffins and throw pillows for Simeon and Ebun as a thank you gift for helping me step into the fulfilment of God for my life.

I was almost in tears as I presented the gift to them. I would miss them for the months I’d be away. I wasn’t even sure I’d have the opportunity to see them again when I return to get the rest of my things. Andrew had said there were outreaches already lined out for the coming year.

I was a soldier waiting to be posted wherever God would need my service. We had a nice time that afternoon. Simeon took us to a nice restaurant. We got ice-cream, barbeque, rice… I ate until my stomach couldn’t take in any more food.

When we finally parted, I was crying. Ebun cried too.

‘Thank you for everything.’ I said to Ebun before hugging her husband.

‘If you need anything, we are just a call away.’ Simeon said.

I nodded. ‘Greet everyone at Pavilion Agency especially Jide.’

‘Sure.’ He said.

I couldn’t stop crying in the cab Simeon ordered took me home. I thought of the new life ahead and what I was going to encounter. There would be more tears to shed when Abigail and Mama D drives me to the park on my departure day.

God, I trust you. I know you have the best in mind for me. Help me to always stay at the center of your will.

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When I returned from Simeon’s place, I stepped into my room to see that my clothes had been ironed and neatly folded on the ironing table. I stood there speechless, looking at Mama’s mentees who had occupied the room with me for some months now. They were grinning from ear to ear.

‘Thank you so much. You guys are amazing.’ I said as I hugged them.

Mama D entered the room, her eyes moving from one part of the room to the other.

‘Somebody is getting ready for the work of the ministry.’

I smiled. ‘Mum, you won’t believe this. They ironed my clothes. I was already thinking of how I would do that tonight.’

Mama D winked at them. ‘I gave birth to correct children.’ She faced me. ‘Someone is waiting for you in Papa’s study.’

I looked at her, puzzled. ‘Who?’

‘Go and find out.’ She responded.

I looked from the mentees to my mentor and hurried out of the room. As I entered the study, a man was sitting on the sofa, bent over a book.

The dream I had where I knelt down with a man in front of the founder of Zion Missions returned.

The face.

This was the man.

I knew it for sure.

It was as if I was in a moment when an unveiling was to be done. The man raised his head and looked at me.

I gasped and covered my mouth. ‘Oh my God! Ayo!’

He grinned and came to me. My hands were trembling. I couldn’t move from the spot where I was. I couldn’t believe the images playing in my head.

Ayo led me to the sofa and sat beside me. ‘Yemisi, I’m sorry for the silence. Papa wanted me to stop communicating with you for a while until I was convinced of what I’d told him.’

‘What did you tell him?’ I already knew the answer to the question. My heart was already telling me what it was he wanted to say. I stayed quiet and listened.

‘Yemisi, I believe you are my wife. I know in my heart that we have a mission together and…’ He paused and sighed. ‘I’m convinced about us.’

When he stopped talking, I couldn’t say anything for a while. Everything was making sense. It was as if the angels were standing behind me clapping and singing.

‘I’m kicking off training in two days.’ I said, finally.

‘I know. Whenever you are done praying about it, Let me know your response.’

We sat there in silence and I was so overwhelmed by my emotions that I had to excuse myself from the study. I was bursting with excitement and when I slept, I saw that I was standing before the mirror, rehearsing my wedding dance steps. Abigail was sitting on the bed, clapping as I danced.

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PRESENT DAY.

Ayomide and I have been married a year and six months. Today is the last day of the Zion Mission Stewards Conference in Jos. Elder Makinde called both of us to the altar and commissioned us to take over the work in Ghana. It was exactly as I had seen before I got married to Ayo.

Interestingly, from the first week of our marriage, we had known we would be sent to Ghana, we just didn’t know when. We had been prepared for it. We’d also seen that we’d be returning to Nigeria to organize secondary school fellowships across Lagos. We don’t know when that would happen. We knew a lot of things but we are careful to be sensitive to God’s timing.

So right now, I’m sitting in our hotel room. The conference is over and we’ll be travelling back home tomorrow. I’ll have to break the news to Mama and Papa..

and yeah…Mama and Papa are still in Lagos raising more disciples. I have found a way to push Yewande to them. Her husband is still hooked up with that woman in Benin.

Abigail is married. Babe is in Lagos with her husband.

My parents are doing well. I’m particularly happy with the progress of my father’s health. God is faithful! Dad has started walking again. The day he spoke to me on the phone, I cried with joy. He is insisting on returning to the farm.  Mum doesn’t want it but Akin has assured my mother that he’ll always watch out for dad.

The love my mother has for my husband, I don’t understand. I’m beginning to think she loves him more than she loves me.

I heard from Adesuwa last week. She just got admission into the University of Ibadan. She is studying Psychology. That was surprising for me though because since I knew her, she’d always wanted to study medicine. Before she filled her JAMB form, she’d said this to me,

‘Miss Yemisi, I know exactly what God wants me to do. When I’m done with my first degree in Psychology, I will travel out of this country to do my MSc in Clinical Pyschology. I’ll also run a course in Guidance and Counselling.’

Did I tell you she had distinctions in all the subjects she took in her West African Certificate Examination?  I still remember visiting her before I started my training at Zion Teens. I met her sitting on the veranda weeping. She didn’t want to be in the same class with her juniors in SS3 and her father was insisting she returned to Cornerstone College. The Principal had pleaded to have her back in his school. After nursing the child for some months, she handed the boy over to her mother and moved into the boarding house.

Ebun is pregnant.  She told me when we met on the first day of the conference. I almost screamed. Simeon will be a father soon. At least, her mother would stop pressurizing her.

My Cornerstone college disciples are doing so well. I am amazed at their spiritual progress. Few weeks ago, Dotun’s best friend informed me that he had been me that he appointed the assistant bible study co-ordinator of his campus fellowship. My eyes welled up in tears when he said;

‘Aunty Yemisi, I wish Dotun was still alive, maybe we’d be serving God together.’

He also told me about an urge to start a prayer group with some of the Cornerstone College disciples for depressed teenagers. I’m so excited at what God is doing with those students. Some of them are scattered across universities in Nigeria.

I’d have to send a message to them once I return home from the conference. I’ll miss all my family in Nigeria but then the work of God must go on.

I have to stop now. Jason is crying again. Chei! My son loves food ehn…

THE END

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My dear blog family,

I hope you enjoyed this story. A journey that started on the 17th of February, 2020 has finally come to an end. It was exactly as I perceived in my heart last year. This story series will run from February to June, the Lord had said.

To think I almost doubted those words. How would I sustain a story for that long? Won’t my readers get bored at some point? For each episode, I found the Lord giving specific pattern to follow. It again shows that I am only a vessel to carry out God’s message. I thank God for choosing me for this task.

Here’s the plan for each season of ‘The Diary of a Nigerian Christian Girl’.. Each season comes with a fresh story of a girl’s (a.k.a lady, woman) journey through life. You’ll be notified when the season will commence.

Thank you also for leaving comments on the blog. I read all your responses. Some of your comments are messages in themselves.  Thank you for sharing your testimonies on how this series blessed you.

I want to thank my dear sister and flatmate, Priscilla Oyewole. She’s been there from the time I struggled to pen down the first episode till this last episode. She was always ready to proofread each episode and never hesitated to share her thoughts on my flow and usage of words. Trust me when I say we all need a Priscilla in our lives. I love you Priscilla. The Lord bless you.

We’ll be taking a break off the blog from next week. The blog will resume on the 6th July, 2020.Remember to join my telegram channel for updates.

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I love you fam!

About the author

Ife Grace
Ife Grace

I am a faith blogger with a passion to contribute my quota to the body of Christ. I am also the author of two books: The Reunion and Spring.

134 comments

    • Wow, this series has been a blessing to me. I’m really overwhelmed with the turn of events. The story line does really feels like somebody’s experience. May God continue to bless you. May our lives fulfil purpose and leave behind a footprint that others can draw from. You will not loose your relevance sis. God bless you.

  • Yipee!!!! Faithful God.

    Yeah! Team Yemisi and Ayo.

    Dear Father, help us to rest in you. God is sure faithful.

  • Wow!!!
    It’s such an awesome journey.
    One of the things I specifically learnt is that God is ever leading His own. There is clarity for us.
    We are never confused.
    God bless you ma.
    Thank you for always writing.

  • Wow. From Episode 1 to the last Episode, there were instructions for me. Thank you ma for this. Thank you so much.

    • I am feeling so emotional right now, this story series was filled with lots of God given messages. I thank God for your life dear ma. Indeed it pays to walk with God. God bless you ma.

  • This has indeed been a ride!!! Even when it doesn’t make sense, we must still obey. And when we feel week to obey The Spirit promptings, He helps our infirmities. Thank you so much for giving to the Lord.

  • What can I say? I had tears in my eyes as I was reading this last episode, it has been a long and impactful journey truly.

    Two things that have stayed with me since this season started:
    I should never allow myself to be led by my emotions but by the Spirit of God.
    God has placed certain people in my life like Mama D to be my guide here on earth and reset me to factory setting when it’s needed.

    Thanks a lot for obeying God ma

    Team AyoYemisi at last💃💃💃💃

  • Such an amazing story. So much peace when we follow God’s leading for our lives. I can rest in him, because surely He will lead me all the way.

    Thank you Sis Ife Grace.
    More oil. Your pen remains that of a ready writer.

  • Yaaaaaaaaaayyyyy! Mama Grace, God bless you abundantly for this season of The Diary of a Nigerian Girl. Thank you for giving to the Lord. I was blessed, really. The messages I got from the series are so practical and I even used them in prayers sometimes.
    I even got clearer definition of my ministerial path through your story.
    What more can I say?
    Thank you so much for letting God bless me through you.
    Keep doing what God has called you to do ma.

  • Glory!! It was eventually YemiAyo2020. God works in a miraculous way. How I wished to be at the wedding wt the Aso-ebi😀. Honestly is as if the whole thing is real the way am bubbling with joy especially with Yemisi. It’s just dawn on me that we need to be patient if we must hear from God. The truth of the matter is that God speaks to His OWN. HE is never an author of confusion
    Thanks Sis Ife, you will continue to be relevant for this generation & the ones to come. The source of inspiration will not dry off. You will continue to hear from Almighty God in Jesus name. Love you Ma, you are blessed.

  • Awwn. Oh my God. Ayo-Yemisi all the way😘 I enjoyed it all the way. IfeGrace I must say you’re truly a minister and your words are piercing. I love you so much sis😍

    • Glory.. Tears dropped during and after reading the message.. It was power packed. God bless you ma’am.. You grow more in the knowledge of Christ Mama.. I learnt alot.

  • Haaaa….. while I was so happy yesterday that today is Monday, another time on your blog. The Holy Spirit had time to emphasize some of His instructions to me using this story….. Thank you Ife for writing.

    God bless your pen. Generations even yet unborn are going to be blessed through your writing.

    I love you 😘

  • Wow, this story blessed me . Thanks for allowing God use to reach us ma. You are forever relevant ❤️

  • wow wow wow 🤭🤭at last Ayoyemisi❤️
    Ahhhh Aunty Ife❤️I’m even short of words right now😥Thanks for allowing God to use you…..This story is🙌🙌🙌🔥🔥 Sis Priscilla thanks for everything you do for our beloved sister,God bless you ma’am

  • Oh wow…thank you Ma’am Ife Grace. You have done well with this story. The Lord continue to enrich you ma.

    And thank you for giving us the vote for AYO-YEMISI 💃💃💃

  • Thank you so much for this amazing series Sis Ife. It’s been beautiful and very insightful. The revelations I’ve gotten from this series, the blessings, they are countless. I remember on several occasions after reading the episodes, I will go straight to pray. Thank you for yielding to the call. Thank you for being an inspiration. Thank you for birthing this series. I will surely miss the blog while it’s on break 💪🏾💪🏾

  • Thank you, Ife . Your stories have stired in me a desire to know God and hear him speak to me. And Yes… Team Ayo and Yemi won.

  • This is superb, excellent and glorious, O Lord help me find my path in your vineyard. Team Yemisi Ayomide wins. God is Great. All thanks to you Ifegrace. May God continue to increase you the more.

  • Finally, we have come to end of “Diary of a Nigerian Christain Girl.”
    More inspiration I pray for.
    You deserve the break, ma.
    Have a restful and refreshing break am dome back powerfully for us.
    I have learnt a lot from this story, from fragrance to confusion to clarity and happiness.
    In summary, God still leads.
    Yemisi, I’m happy for you, victory at last!

    • And it’s a wrap!!!!
      The Diary of a Nigerian Christian Girl. Season 1
      Was a total package.
      Major lessons were…
      allowing God lead you, patience, the importance of spiritual mentors, taking the leap of faith, trusting God and His promises.

      Life experience is uncertain but with Christ, it’s a sure way.
      God bless the pen and writer. God bless mama G.
      You will continue to be led by Him and be a blessing.
      We love you

  • Yayyy!

    Team Yemisi and Ayo! We won.

    Thank you Ife for following the Lord’s leading.

    This story has blessed my life in diverse ways. It’s very easy to relate to. When faced with certain situations, I remember Yemisi and Abigail.

    God bless you more!

    • God bless you sis Ife! This has given me direction I’ve been looking for. At some point, it was just like God speaking to me directly. More Grace sis!

  • Phew.

    I followed this series and I am more committed to do God’s will, being fully persuaded that he’d take care of me.

    Thank you so much for being a yielded vessel.

    More Grace, ma’am

    • Wow!
      The diary of a Nigerian Christian Girl was a journey! A very impactful journey. I have personally learnt so much from these series. The beauty of mentorship and submission to one, the unfailing reckless love of God that chases us even in our pride and stubbornness, the power of prayers, the beauty of godly friendships, the power of trusting in God, the light of clarity that comes in our simple steps of obedience, and the truth that purpose should always come before a partner.

      Sis Ife, I’m a life that is being transformed cos of your obedience to God. I love you Ma, and I will sure miss you during this break. Stay graced.

  • Wow! I’m glad to be a part of this journey. Many messages embedded. More ink to your pen Ife! Would be waiting to read more from you again. God bless you.

  • Awesome! I had to screen grab a portion of this episode. It was a direct message to me. I thoroughly enjoyed this series. It is my first time commenting. Needed to express my gratitude. Thank you Ife.

  • Thank you sis for being a vessel to carry His message. I am glad to have read through Yemisi’s story and just as I thought Yemisi ended up with Ayo. As I wait my Ayo, I decided to go about my Father’s business. So help me God.

  • Wow, I’m so happy to see how this episode has ended I have had to learn and relearn from this season messages, thank you sister Ife for yielding, and for the timely messages you keep bringing each time, God bless you ma.

  • OMG!!! I got so emotional at the end. God bless you sis. Thank you for always blessing me. I love you so much. God bless you and yours. This book in one word has thought me that their is truly a God to serve. And he is always ready to communicate with you when you are ready to listen. Obeying and trusting him is the easiest. I resolve to work with him henceforth. Thanks alot sis. More ink to your elbow😍😘😍😘😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😊😊😊

  • Wow I was really blessed always waiting to read your stories… You know recently I have been having doubts and soon fear crept it and I was just confused. But from Yemisi I learnt to fully rely on God which I’m trying and God helping me to do completely.
    God bless you and more grace ❣️❣️

  • Wow! I am so happy I read to the end. Las Las. Thank you so much ma. God bless you. This book has been an inspiration…. I learnt alot about truly being a Christian…. Especially from Yemisi and Mama D

    • Good evening sis. Thank you for taking us through this journey of faith in God. My question is it everybody that would have a clear picture of where they are going or to some it would be revealed to them as they go on the journey? Like in the case of of Yemisi and Ayo, they already knew what God would have them do even though they didn’t know the timing.

      • Hello, Olajumoke..

        God is our Father. He knows the amount of information we are capable of handling per time. For some He might give a clearer picture and this many times is as a result of the way they have handled the little information released in the past. As a man continue to obey God in the way he handles information, clarity deepens.

        All that matters as believers is that we stay obedient to whatever the Lord is saying. We can trust that clarity will come as we continue to listen to Him.

  • Did I cry…YES
    Did I pray…YES
    Did I repent …..YES
    Did I take u responsibilities…. YES

    I wish I know exactly what to write now
    This is more than a story sis am BLESSED!!
    Discipleship is very important

    Godly counsel too..
    God bless you sis.its The Holy Spirit and nothing else

    Thank you for being available

    • Glory to God! It ended in praise. I’m grateful for Yemisis’s growth. It’s a lot of encouragement for me. Yielding to God and trusting Him brings us to our destination safely.

      More inspiration to bless lives Mama.
      Many thanks to Priscilla.

  • Wow! AyoYemisi at last! Thank you so much for yielding ma’am. This series was a blessing. God bless you ma.

    • Chimoo😮😯😮
      I am awed.
      At long last ooo, it was dear Ago and Yemisi.. 😍😍

      Where can I start from… Phew!!
      All the episodes held weighty messages
      I cried, I laughed, I learnt, I unlearnt, I rejoiced…. I did a lot…

      Nne Ife, thank you for letting yourself be a vessel to snatch men from the fire and deliver from the wicked deceit of the enemy.
      Ahhh! I appreciate consistency..

      I learnt a lot. I cannot even fathom what God is doing through you. Ah! He never leaves us. God uplifts you more.
      Much more increase on every side.

      I love you ma’am…. My warm regards to aunt Priscilla…

  • Finally 💃💃💃💃💃!!!!
    Thank you so much for this great story
    I was always looking up for the next episode.
    God will continue to give you inspirations Coroer Grace ( as she then was)
    I’m loving you all the way❤️❤️🤩💃💃

  • Wow!!! So inspiring. Ayoyemisi all the way.
    Glory to God for the completion of this story.
    More Grace Ma.

  • Hmmmm. All the Glory to God most High.
    The way of the Lord is blessed.
    More grace and unction to function Sis Ife. From glory to glory in Jesus name . Amen

  • Hi Ifegrace, thank you for taking on this amazing of faith, love, perseverance and trusting in God for his best. I’ve learnt a lot from this story that I hope to apply in my own life and walk with God.

    You’re blessed❤️

  • I really enjoyed the story from the beginning till the end. We all need mentor in our lives, and also we should be patient enough in hearing expressly from God. It is only God that can make a sense out of nonsense/mess.
    I admired Adesuwa’s courage to pick up the pieces of her life and laid them down at the cross. I thank God for his blessing over Simeon’s home, He can never be late.

    I pray for all our teenagers that the Almighty God would hold theirs hands in this perverse world and wall with them every step of the way.

    Thanks sis, the Lord enrich you the more and may he gladdens your heart.

  • So we have come to the end of this story 😭 😭 it is as if it should not end. But it has really blessed me and from each episode there is what God is speaking to me.
    Thank God for using you. May your pen never run dry and may God’s grace and wisdom abound for you ma. Thanks once again

  • Hmmm!

    Thanks so much ma for giving to the Lord

    At some points in the series, I could see where I am at the moment or some stage I just scaled through.

    God is ever faithful and He is ever dependable.

    Thank God it ended with Ayoyemisi💃💃💃

    • Anty ife, thank you for allowing God to use you. Thank God for his grace and anointing upon your life.
      This series has really impacted my life immeasurably that I do not pray to recover from it, it has spur passion, vision, focus…in me. I earnestly pray that I would be devinely connected to my own mamaD and papa D, I seriously long for it.

  • Thank you so much for been a vessel.
    You are greatly appreciated.
    It’s been a journey with a lot of teachings, it’s not just a story But a confirmation of many things.
    Thank you ma”am 🙏🙏🙏

  • Wow, I remember the first day I read an episode and I saw the character of wale. I said to myself, this guy is just like someone I’d encountered and I had to start from the first episode again… I always anticipated the next episode with so much anxiety… I’d seen myself in yemisi’s shoes.. Thank you Ife grace for paying the price. I just keep praying that I find my purpose like yemisi did… God bless you ma.

  • Awwwn
    All glory to God
    This book is highly inspirational and Spirit filled
    Thank you soo much
    I know how am always eager to read this book every Monday 😂 but it has finally ended
    May God grant you more wisdom. Amen.

  • Hmmmn! My heart yearns to know God more and fellowship with Him like your characters.
    Thank you for giving to the Lord.
    I have influenced my baby sis in reading from your blog.
    She’s catching the rhema too.
    Reading past stories back to back.
    Staying up late at night still on your blog.
    Thank you ma.

  • God bless you so much for this inspiring, faith lifting story. It pays to serve JESUS.
    It pays to have Corrects Parents in the Lord. I thank God for the years of waiting, it was worth waiting. God’s time is the best.
    No life has can be damaged beyond Repairs in the hands of God. He is our Potter. If a correct environment is given to a new convert, soon all the mountains in such live would have been made low. All the vallies would have been filled, and the crooked places made straight and rough places made smooth. He is our Maker. Thank God for Adesuwa.
    Thank you and God bless you. I’m encouraged

  • Finally💃💃💃💃💃 congratulations to Yemi~Ayo.
    This story is an eye opener. Thanks for yielding your self to the Lord ma’am. God bless and increase you on all sides.

  • This has been a beautiful journey for me. The series is very relatable and penned sown in simplicity.
    Thank you for sharing this with us Miss Ife!
    Looking forward to the next one!

    And yes!!! Ayomisi 2020 is a goal

  • It was a wonderful journey…..
    God never silence his children we only have to listen..
    God bless you sister Grace…..

  • I stumbled on your facebook page and that was how I visited your blog.

    Thank you so much for yielding to the Lord. I see myself in some of these characters. I thank God for how he is leading all of us.
    Knowing he has our lives in his hands brings so much peace.
    God bless you sis. Much love.

  • Sis Ife thank you for the series, I was glued to it from beginning to end and I learned from it. Reading a story like this has thought me the importance of submission to a Godly leader. Also today’s episode has given me a better in of the troubles I’m having. God bless you richly. And pls say hi to Mr and Mrs Ayomide for me, because of their union I will sleep smiling today.

  • I am short of words. This series has been awemazing. Thank you Sis Ife for being a vessel in God’s hands.
    It truly pays to rest in the Lord. In times like these, this series reflected our fears, struggles , strength and faith as Christians. God ways are not our ways neither His thoughts our thought. I just pray we all trust God even when it doesn’t make sense.
    God bless you Ma. This series really blessed me. I crave for Mentors like Mama D and Papa D like never before, I just hope God brings them my way in due season.

  • I’m here, reading and crying the tears of Joy.
    More Ink to your pen Sis. Keep being a vessel in the hands of The Master.

  • This is so beautiful. GOD really makes all things beautiful in His time.

    Thank you so much ma’am. Thank you for giving to the LORD. Thank you for this wonderful story with its valuable lessons. GOD bless you abundantly ma’am and grant you more wisdom, anointing and grace. We love you too

  • Thank you so much for this wonderful and life-changing story! So much to learn about grace, mercy, God’s will, obedience, mentorship, personal development, courage, resilience, faith and so much more. You are LOADED sis Ife! More oil to function better and bigger. I’m a big fan! muah xooxo

  • Yeeeeyyyy…. Thank you Sis. Ife Grace… This series really blessed me alot… And I’m planning to make use of some things you wrote down… God bless you richly… Keep writing for his glory!!! ❤🙏

  • Blessed in many ways to say the least. This journey has been awesome laced with gospel truths, pertinent lessons and inspiring experience.
    Sis Ife you will not loose your reward.
    Keep blessing lives as God blesses yours too. Amen

  • God will increase your knowledge and enlighten your spiritual eyes in this darkness world for deliverance of children of God, God’s blessings will never cease in your life and family in Jesus Amen. I have been posting your story on my whatapp group called Christian’s Storyline and they always share their thoughts and pray for you. We enjoyed stories like You are beautiful, Dark Walls, Sisi Lekki, etc. Thanks

  • And I cried a lot even though I said I won’t. There’s so much for me to repent of, I learnt so much from this, my major lesson being the Importance of Submission and Obedience to Godly Instructions. This Journey of faith is one we can’t take alone, we all need a mentor who we are accountable to. God helping me I would do Submission to God and to Godly authority well. Thank you so much Sis Grace for yielding to God and being such great blessing to me and to all who have and will read this, God bless you with more of Himself, Strength for to walk and not be weary, I pray for you. I love you powerfully ma 🤗🤗🤗

  • Everything has its own timing…..God help us to wait patiently for the right time
    God bless you ma

  • Sis Ife, this is powerful.. This shows that GOD is the Master planner. I call forth My own Abigails,papa and Mama D’s n JESUS name. Amen

  • I have always been a silent follower here but then I couldn’t resist the urge to leave a comment. I have been blessed immensely!!! Thank you so much for this series. I’ve gained clarity concerning some specific things and oh yes, even confirmations for instructions I’ve received. I have really learnt and I am grateful for the gift of this blog.
    You are blessed and strengthened to do more Miss Ifegrace!

  • Yes I really really did enjoy the story. I always read with my pen and diary by me cos it’s more than just a story, I jot my lessons down. Sometimes I read a line and begin to pray because how I’ve been moved by it. I was so happy as I read the lovely ending.

    God bless you Ife. May He grant you more grace,wisdom, and unction to function.

  • I’m speechless. Somehow I just wished the story continued.
    I’ve learned so many lessons and you have helped my secret place to grow with every episode. God bless you sis. Ife. Indeed the Lord gas his hands on you.

    More unction and wisdom as you write.
    I want a Mama D in my life 🙏

  • Trust in the Lord with all your heart,and lean not on your own understanding.

    In all your ways acknowledge him and he shall direct your path. God indeed leads his own.

    Bless God for this series,it’s Indeed birth from above.

    Newness and freshness of grace is supplied to you Sis Ife.God bless you big

  • Thank you so much ma for all your wonderful stories, they are real blessings to me. May God increase your anointing, grace, strength and inspiration in Jesus name, and may you not miss your reward in Jesus name. Amen.

  • Wow
    I’ve been silently following this series since. I have been blessed, mentored, encouraged and even instructed.
    Thanks so much Ife Grace for giving to the Lord
    I’ve also had the opportunity to go through other stories on this blog.
    I came across a certain “Before we got married” from last year. It seemed to stop abruptly at episode 4. Is that all there is or can I get the link to the rest of it. If not, is there any plan to complete it because I really love that story.
    Eagerly awaiting your reply MA.

  • Wow! Wow!!! This series has been a tremendous blessing to me! Thank you so much for the powerful messages embedded within. God bless you ma.
    May you pen ever be that of a ready writer to recite a composition from the King.

  • Wooooow!

    This series has been truly eye opening and education.

    Whenyou follow the leading of God in your life, you just trust Him completey.

    Thank you so much ma.

  • Thank God for the series
    I’m greatly blessed.

    Thank you Sis Ife for yielding to God.

    My constant prayers as I read the series has been ‘clarity of purpose and vision’

    Your writing has fueled the desire in me to have a disciple-discipler relationship.

    I love the role of Mama and Papa D!, Simeon and Ebun.

    May God quicken our ears to hear his every whisper.

  • God bless you ma, am blessed and I really wish this story could continue, I pray for you ma, the spirit of wisdom and revelation will never depart from you.

  • Oh my my! 😭😭😭😭😭

    I am awed🤭

    God bless you Sister Ife, thank you for being a channel and yielding to the Holy Spirit. Your path shines brighter dear Sis 😍

  • Wow I love happy happy endings! God bless Ife Grace for this wonderful story. One lesson I really learnt is that God has unique plans for each and everyone of us.
    We only need to learn to trust Him and follow through the process.
    Thank you ma..God bless you always

  • I can’t explain why I’ve been beaming with smile. It’s really evident that flesh and blood didn’t reveal these kingdom truths to you. I respect God’s grace over your life. But why is the blog going on break na? A lot of steps I’ve taken as a blogger have been inspired by the the Holy Spirit through this awesome blog. From different categories, I’ve always been blessed in everyone I visit. I really love this Ma. Having you as a corp member in my Alma Mater makes me more happy, though I wasn’t a student at that time, but the testimonies have always been good, at least I’m related no matter what.
    GOD BLESS YOU MA’AM.

  • This is intriguing, educative and captivating. Right from the first episode to the last, it is inspiring. This indeed looks real and it is didactic without any iota of boredom. Thank God for using you to bless people like us with inspiring spiritual novels. U are blessed ma.

  • Finally! I got to comment here for the first time after reading through all the episodes.
    Thank you Ifegrace for yielding to that which the Lord has called you to do.
    The ‘diary of a Nigerian Christian girl’ has thought me a lot of lesson, helped my spiritual growth and as well made me see more importance of JOURNEYING with God in life. And I must say as wel, I’ve learnt new vocabularies throughout the ‘reads’.
    I have been BLESSED, I must say!
    Your path is CONTINUALLY FLOODED with Light ma, A BLESSING you shall CONTINUALLY be in Jesus’ name. Amen!

  • Thank you for this story . It was story with many messages in every episode …i get to pray many prayers from every episode .it felt real , it is divine for me how i got to this page . God must have orchestrated this ! May God continue to uphold you .

  • Thanks for this . I pray we have Spiritual parents that’ll be able to go all the way for us, guiding and leading us into God’s will for our lives.
    Secondly, Clarity is what we all need as believers. Sometimes it takes patience or even us going through one turbulent situation before we realize we must stay our hearts on him….
    God bless you ma

  • This whole work I’ve read, is beautiful, the whole piece. I love it and I thank you for writing this through the help of the Holy Spirit. I learnt alot..and has got alot to pray for. You’ve done well.❤️

  • Honestly I am blessed with this story.my hope,faith, believe and strength are renewed in God.the are area I love most is when God spoke through sound and dreams to his people especially Yemisi.i am also on a similar situation,I always hear him in my dreams sometimes.i have been praying to show himself to me,I have been praying and trusting him to have directions in my marriage and life success.but I must confess I am a weak type but when I want to fall and fail he always showed up.this story really touched me and pls I need someone like mama and papa D for mentoring.thanks

  • Wow. Just wow! Wow! Wow! You are a huge inspiration to me. Thank you so much ma for yielding to the Holy spirit. God bless you….😊 i felt like you were talking to me personally and I could hear God tell me, calm down sis… Thank you ma so much. I hope I get to meet you personally though or at least get closer even through the chats. This is my number: 08101839248.

  • Wow!

    What a wonderful story! This is my first time commenting, lol… I can’t just read and go like that. I’m really glad I stumbled on your story “Lekki Sisi” that made me want to find the rest of the episodes which led me to this blog. I’ve been blessed with this story most especially made me get over my love for reading all these worldly novels (something I’ve tried to stop doing). More anointing and more Grace to follow God’s instructions. God bless you ma’am.

  • thank you so much for this series, infact am so blessed. it has touched me personally especially on how to relate with God more and trust him completely

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