Motivational and Inspirational Messages

Turn the script upside down, the scriptwriter commanded. As simple as it sounds, that statement triggered up some memories and got me thinking... My name is M.r Godwin Martins, I hailed from the eastern part of Nigeria At the age of 24, I was already snowballing in riches and visibly registered  mouth-watering properties to my name, not only in Nigeria but also in the diaspora I was living a life labeled with many titles— spick and span, the youngest billionaire of our time, and on like that. Things were moving smoothly fine like the fresh surface of the sky... At the age of 27, I had an encounter with Christ, and that marked a big difference in my life, I began to picture life differently, I must say this, I was galvanizing under the indefatigable wings of Christ Like a tree planted by the riverside and is constitutionally commanded to flourish in its season, so was the exact description of my life Jesus is sweet ooo, that was the song I composed because accepting Christ into my life

It took me years to perfectly understand the instrumentalism of success, I have always been believing that I could achieve things all by myself, of course, I wouldn't shy away from the fact that everyone should strive to be an individualist To a great extent, to be an individualist is one of the core goals, a goal-getter must develop himself to be if he desires to strive beyond the principle of “going-concern and entity concept”— I know that won't be a tedious task for an accounting student to assimilate I also remember a course well taken by one of my quick-witted lecturers, Mr. Omolewu; the course titled Principles of Cooperative Society and that was so many years ago. In his hand-out, he clearly defined cooperative society as a society whose effort is geared towards achieving what is individually impossible for its members And also, you will equally agree with me that, “a tree can not make a forest” “The power of a forest is not in one, it is inseparably connected” The chirp

Her soul was escaping, the next thing she could do was to jump up from her sickbed and said I am healed, baby… Hearing that coming from her mouth spurred my heart into infectious laughter; she was more than what she could imagine, I would love to call her a goddess I knew that was a miracle, I stood up counting a few steps away to the doctor's office, flashing my mind to the said prayers I muttered on the altar and I concluded God must have answered “my most precious prayer” Before I dashed a knock to the doctor's door, I heard her kid sister screaming somebody help For the very first time in my life, I broke protocols; there was an inscription boldly written on the doctor's door, the rule was staring at me, stating, “knock before you enter” I intentionally failed to knock, I broke in and ranted with tears swimming on my face, using my face as its base “ Doctor, please help me, my future is dying” We fled out like two notorious criminals escaping from the prison—it was like

Father to a child, I am elucidated by your words—those were the words I uttered in the altar... Before the prayer of thanksgiving, my mind was invaded with so much confusion and that of course led me to the altar I nearly cried my eyes out, tears and pain were swinging styles on my nerves and I did fail woefully while trying to put things on track I rushed to the altar like a helpless orphan, yearning for help from the Almighty... Oh my bad! My name is Tunde, I grew up under the ministry of thorns & weeds & indeed all fingers are truly not equal, because I remember some years back when I followed Grandpa to a city called Lagos, my eyes were made to capture gigantic vehicles & other fascinating structures that couldn't be found in our village Oh, what story could capture the ugly guck of my childhood? Ok, let me settle for... “A faint future”, permit me to settle for that... In our village, even though there wasn't a notable trace of social amenities that could be ac

She thought it would sound like stark perdition, the very moment she said it's over and I guess she was expecting me to jump into well, crying profusely like a primary school student who lost his T.fare You know what, She was surprised to see me bursting into laughter on phone, she said Gbenga, am not joking with you and my response must have fingered her brain and left her lonely in the land of wonderment I just said it's ok, wishing you the very best in life and any other thing baby? She sent her friend over to verify the status of my health, she was flabbergasted with the report her friend detailed ... Her friend met me dancing gbese and spicing it up with some shaku shaku style. Not only that, I also ordered freshly made yummy ice cream from the trail of Domino Pizza and two sumptuous laps of chicken expertly baked by Mrs. Daniel… “Learn to say goodbye” The description ascribed to human nature as detailed by economists makes it crystal clear to us that, we are “insatiable b

Paul and Peter couldn't resist the frustration of calling Mama who stays very far from the city, precisely she lives in the village... They couldn't fathom the depth of my grief, all they could do is to stay with me and those moments the tears in my eyes didn't fail to put me into a stark shame, I guess they lost control of their control system... Richard, take it easy with yourself, everything will be fine, she is coming back, be strong!—They retorted! All their efforts to calm me down resulted in futility... Mama's phone kept ringing and tears kept gushing, gushing from my eyes like a river that has lost its base On several occasions, I had tried twirling my body to a sweet melody, maybe it could be a swift remedy to my heart gallery The most painful thing is, she left me with no trace, slammed and squashed me into a thousand pieces Together, we planned to build an empire, it's quite unfortunate she ended as a vampire, eating my heart alive... Now, I am snowballin

A little over 3 years ago, that day, November 17, 2017. I had a concise conversation with my fiancee, romantically begging her to stay over after putting our papers to bed, after all, we are a finalist and her response was quite pleasing I hung off the phone and began to dance like a poor man who couldn't stomach his joy for winning a golden jackpot— chanting Wahoo wahoo up and down Here comes my angel looking so stunning and bonny; I must admit it, I was drowned by the fantasy of her unbeatable beauty My feet on the ground say her beauty and of course, I couldn't resist... I was trembling to have a taste of her apple, maybe like Father Adam who forgot the red-flagged instruction forbidding them not to have a bite from the forbidden tree In a nutshell, we did what we knew we were not expected to do as Christians. To the world, sex is a fashion outside the confine of holy matrimony but to healthy believers, it is a stark stain on their garments; like a termite eating their th