Wendy's Diary

A Tribute to My Aunt They say it is Good Friday. The day Jesus died. The day sorrow met sacrifice. The day heaven went silent before resurrection broke the grave. We rejoice because He rose on the third day. But this year, I found myself standing somewhere else. Between Good Friday… and goodbye. While the world remembered the cross, I was grieving my own loss. Yes, Jesus rose in three days. Yes, resurrection is our hope. Yes, death is not the end. But the resurrection I now wait for is not in three days’ time. It is a promise for eternity. And eternity feels far when your heart is breaking. Allow me to shed these tears. Allow me to sob without being told to “be strong.” Allow me to mourn without being hurried into celebration. Because grief has its own calendar. Memories are coming in flashes — moments I cannot fully articulate. I called on Mother’s Day, but I couldn’t reach you. I had a strange feeling. I had plans to rush home and see you. I prayed for you ...

I read this somewhere ;' the worst feeling is not being forgotten, but being forgotten by someone you will never forget' yes, it is true . oh! how sad it is to think you mean the world to someone whom you do not even exist in their mind let alone their world .  In your head , you have  found a friend who doesn't even consider you an acquaintance .You  tell everyone who cares to listen that you have found 'LOVE'. BBM status changed, whatsapp display picture changed ,on twitter, instagram and all social networks you are on you become the trending love doctor cum relationship expert. And to everyone around , mother luck has finally smiled on you! with each day, all kinds of advise flow in on how it is a womans duty to build a home  and how patience is the bedrock for any successful relationship and how endurance must be a the accompanying virtue to patience .  The first quarrel and argument and you still say to yourself 'this must work' even thoug...

We were warned. Emails. Broadcasts. Flyers. “Store water.” Some people prepared. Some overprepared. Some ignored it. I ignored it. Until I got home from the salon, itchy from stubborn strands of hair, already planning a long, satisfying bath. I turned the tap. Nothing. No drip. No warning sound. Just silence. And in that silence, reality spoke loudly: We are dangerously comfortable with what we think is permanent. By noon, it was official—state of emergency. By evening, status had evaporated. Executives carried buckets. Bosses stood in queues. People who never lifted anything heavier than ego were now balancing jerrycans on their heads. Class disappeared. Water does not recognize titles. Scarcity does not respect hierarchy. Need humbles everyone. And then came the irony. The same villagers who once fetched water from us… were now the ones we went to. Power shifted. There was no VIP access. No protocol. No preferential treatment. First come. First serve. H...

It's been ringing in my head since sunday; that song by the dynamites#akpo aza .THat song brings back memories and also reminds me of God's faithfulness .while listening to it ,I was smiling and even nodding my head and a colleague asked "what could be soo interesting?". She may not understand but I know how that song was an anthem for my aunt ,how she sang it and cried ,how she will say" chi,you are leaving ,who will stay with me now?you know I have no child." That wasn't a funny or interesting period but our human eyes couldn't visualise what God had in stock and naive me kept wondering why she seemed to like crying but I later understood her pain and we told God to make her stop crying especially on Sundays.yes, she cried more on Sunday and her reason was that she Will go to God's house and see him bless others evident in their testimonies yet,she wasn't partaking of the blessings. Today,she's a proud mother of two sets of twins (two...

My dear people ,  Its one of those days when i count my many blessings and think of how great God has been. i remember saying '' happy new year " with a very funny thought of ; "at  least i never die". Days later i write my  heap of prayer points expecting God to do the miraculous but expecting it come as magic(just like that). I also remember saying to my emmy that" if God doesn't do this before march he should leave me ooo, afterall hes  just there looking at me". i think i made this comment to a number of people but my mum was quick to hush me saying " you sound as if God is a magician".  i will never forget that night because God decided to break the silence and the message was captured NEVER EVER , I MEAN NEVER EVER GIVE GOD A DEADLINE JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK HES DOING NOTHING, HE HAS THE BEST THOUGHT FOR US ALL.  WHATEVER YOU GIVE TO GOD IS NOTHING TO BRAG ABOUT AFTER ALL THE EARTH IS HIS AND THE FULLNESS THEREOF ; INCLUDING YO...

A novemeber to remember it is indeed! It is one of the few months in this year that i looked forward to, if i knew what it had for me maybe my expectations would have been less. 1st of November i was busy both physically and psychologically as i was expected to come do some things in anticipation for the "big one"while earnestly waiting and praying for the safe arrival of my sweetheart (i missed that last minute call because i had to obey office ettiquette; making the wait longer) 2nd of November, wooow after rolling from one end of my bed to another, i got the call, yaaaaaaay! my sweetheart was here but, alas!my goodie bag was missen! awwwwww, what a twist 3rd of November, its thanksgiving sunday and with all my heels , make up and the look of a small goddess to go thank baba God despite loosing my goody bag the day before , the usuall thunderous bonny rain starts. In my determination to go to church, i go for a change of clothes for something simpler and my rubber sandals(...

 Two whole years come and gone  with a very happy ending. I am glad i didn't back out due to the numerous challenges at the begining. It was rough and tough ,there were ups and downs, high and low moments ,laughter and tears but in all it was a wonderful experience.  The 'best' part of it was when i failed a particular course over and over again due to a very careless mistake i was making over and over again , it broke me down, made me cry but suprisingly stronger, yes, STRONGER! I never knew there was a part of me that could be strong in the face of adversity and challenges and would never compromise no matter what. I always saw myself as a strong person ("miss independent" as i was called during my school days ) but one part of me refused to hide: my very blunt perasonality ,hmmmm. I remember crying just because i heard of my failure for the second time ,yes!a second time and a classmate saying:" abeg this my p is far better than those resitting over and ...