Posted in CocoAbba

March! Holla.

Aaaah ha! It’s here. It’s finally out of my head, darling.

This post has been nibbling on my brain for hours, days, weeks, should I say months? I’d rather not. Lol

How have you been? Really, I want to hear. Before I delve into the world of wonder that February has been, tell me, would you?

I’ll remind you to at the end of this read.

February holds record as my most delightful month so far and I intend to walk you through every bit of the amazing experience.

My month began with the release of my 2nd professional examination timetable. It was abruptly moved forward by about a week and I had 6 days to prepare for the examination to mark my exit from the class I’d been in since 2019.

By January I’d already started making gratitude notes every day. On those notes I wrote

“Today I am grateful for my 2/2 pass in Laboratory medicine and Pharmacology with no resit or repeat. Hallelujah.”

I made an affirmation of my expectations and used it as my home and lock screen (I shared to a few friends).

My affirmations.

Then I created a playlist on Spotify for this period and I had it on repeat to remind me every moment of the possibilities I was creating with my words.

I’m blessed with the most amazing humans in my life as friends and family members. Every single day for the whole week leading up to the exam I received food deliveries. I got local delicacies, shawarma, small chops, food from home and my dad made a special arrangement with a local restaurant to ensure I have food every day.

Some of the deliveries I had the luxury to capture memories of. Others? You know what happened… 😂

Whilst my department is yet to release the results for the examination, I’m grateful for the entire process.

In this period I experienced the love of community. I have this close knit study group that met almost everyday from 31st December to study and yet another of about 22 persons that studied in the evenings. Most nights I’d have virtual revision sessions with some amazing doctors God blessed me with in this season

And cash flow! I received alerts in this season, enough to cater for all my needs.

My friends and school family (Nesisi, Stells, PP, Awase, Ansah, Serah, Nachi, Idee, Nwike, Ella, Dee, Bree, Nenita, Cece, Ojochegbe, Sheddy, Dorcy, Uteey and Mi), and my doctor community (Dr A, Dr AJ, Dr J for jollof, Dr Atox and Dr Li) and my nuclear family were beyond rock solid.

Post-exams, I returned home to tender love and care. My both parents got me gift items. You know, every day of last week I received a gift. Lol

I’ve been manifesting goodness and mercy this entire month of February and it’s almost overwhelming how much love God can give one human.

Theeen, there’s my hair. Lol. This dear baby is 8 months old. Drum roll, please. And she’s 12.5 inches stretched out fully. However, my locs beg to differ. 😂

Lastly and possibly most importantly, February saw me starting a podcast—the healthy ALian.

The first episode is published and available on Spotify, Anchor, Google/Apple podcast and wherever you listen from.

I will put out new episodes on the 1st and 3rd Mondays of every month and honestly? I can’t wait to share this month’s episodes with you.

I also did a course on digital storytelling and I’m pleased to use that knowledge to serve you better.

So then, now that you’re up to speed on what I’ve been about in the past month and viewed the gallery of my million little miracles I’d love to read yours

How was February for you, dear ALian? Tell me in the comment section.

May March bring Peace and health.


Posted in CocoAbba

Promise keeper.

Keeping promises is hard stuff, mehn. Have you ever wondered how God is able to keep all His promises, inside life? Likeeeee.

Today, I bought a sachet of water from a kiosk in school. I was with Iserom, my friend, and she needed water too. The seller said water is now sold for 15NGN/sachet, and I had taken only 20NGN from my bag, which dear Nachi (who is probably reading this now) had taken to class for me.

We had two options, drop a sachet or pay back later. I chose the later and left with the water.

Fast forward to three hours, I’m distracted by my phone’s insufficient battery power and my absent power bank, so I decide to go home. I’m some meters away from the class I read in when I remember the 10NGN I owed the seller.

Guy, that’s how I took myself on another sunny trek to the kiosk for 10NGN. I’m almost there when it hits me, the kind of sacrifices God makes to keep His promises to us as His beloved.

When we call God promise keeper, we acknowledge His faithfulness. His direless, tireless commitment to do what He says. Remember this when next you remind Him of His promises, and pause to thank Him for moving heaven and earth, time and again to fulfill His promises to you in times past.

And, let these words remind you; your father is a promise keeper, so are you! Keep your promises.

Emem ye ifure. (Peace and serenity)

Your GJ. 💜

Posted in Insidelife

On the Don Davis case; a rant.

You’ve probably never read an angry post from me ever, well, (what a way to end the year!) this is one.

I’m pained, saddened, irked and incensed, to say the least, about what I read yesterday on the Don Davis case.

Two days ago, I saw on my cousin’s status a press release from the secretariat of the Deeper Life High School and I passed it over, not bothering to read the contents. So, yesterday, when a friend posted a screenshot of a blog article on the case it was an unpleasant surprise. I quickly googled the story, read up all the articles I could find and watched the videos too.

With each new piece of information I garnered, my ire was rising. I was torn, broken, shattered, and angry over the entire situation.

Yesterday, 30th of December, was supposed to be my day of gratitude; I intended to post about people that helped me scale the year, but, no way! After that read, it would be inhumane to allow this pass unnoticed given the numerous attempts to keep this filth under wraps.

For those of us still unaware, Don Davis is an 11-year old male, and a JSS1 student of Deeper Life High School, at Akwaibom. Because of bed wetting, he was sent to the senior boys’ hostel, where allegedly, hands and feet (for crying out loud, feet!) were inserted into his anus, by students and teachers. This is besides being bullied and starved—he was even threatened with death if he speaks up!

These findings were reported by his mother who was concerned over her son’s rapid emaciation, in less than two months after returning to school, and his general ill-health with a notable and continuous production of green vomitus.

Now, why am I so incensed?

First, it pains me to my marrow that people, humans, can still lay claim to their humanity when their first concern in a case like this is the “scandal” their denomination is facing and not that such an evil thing that should never happen to any human, talk less an eleven year old, has happened.

For goodness’ sake, what is happening to us? Are people so selfish and depraved that even in a case as sensitive as this they think of senseless, selfish interests first?

There is no justifiable reason, under the sun, why people should threaten Don’s mother for seeking justice for her son. None!

That eleven year old has had to endure multiple penetrations, by students/teachers, and as of yesterday, he tested positive to HIV/AIDS. The extensive anal tear due to the multiple penetrations will probably condemn the child to a diapered existence, and this is beside the psychological effect of rape and sexual abuse on this innocent child.

And some people are concerned about is the name of a denomination! The nerve!

Don’t get things twisted, whoever blames the denomination is in the wrong, because, this, my dears, is the 2020s, and I believe we should be mature enough to know that people make their own decisions, the organization’s tenets regardless. But, supporting evil because someone from your organization did it? That’s retarded.

And to the believers who are in relationships/preparing for marriage, this is a wake-up call. Let the criteria for selection of a spouse be more than your personal interests. Think in terms of posterity. Think like Abraham. Let God be able to trust our homes to raise seed that will be instructed in the ways of the Lord.

Godly marriages are the only portals for bringing in godly seeds. If you will not commit to training your children, please don’t birth them. I’m broken as I type this, at the evil perpetrated on an eleven-year old, by boys from supposedly Christian homes.

Worse will happen if people don’t become intentional about raising godly seeds.

And to you, sleeping and snoring believer, can you not see that there is a thought-out plan that is underway to bring scandals to fathers! How many have been affected these past two years? Are you waiting for it to get to your neck before you wake?

We need to pray for our leaders. Remember, the old principle, strike the shepherd and the sheep will scatter? It’s happening already.

Thankfully, we have an advantage, we always fight from the place of victory. It’s time to engage once again, dear believer.

We must pray for Don Davis too and the other children involved. We do not want a next generation with damaged emotions, we do not want a generation of insecure people, we do not want a next generation that suffers constant trauma. No.

We must pray for his healing and wholeness, for his mind, his body, his spirit. We must win because we always win, but how can we win if we never wage the war.

Believer in Christ, brother-in-arms, rise up, we’ve slept for too long! Too long!

Take off the blindfolds of denominationalism and rise in the unity of faith. This is not a ploy against one denomination. No! It’s a ploy against the church, the body which we all are part of.

Pray for Don Davis, pray for his mother, keep speaking till justice is served to the perpetrators.

We’ve slept for too long. Wake up! It’s 2021.

May it be a blessed year for us all.


GJ. ♥️