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Style Edit: Casually Corporate

I recently wrote a post on my feelings of conflict amidst a rising insecurity about my law path. I consider this post to be a kind of continuation of that, because the truth is I have a lot of stuff I’m trying to figure out, like most people out there. Style Blogger Struggles Firstly I’d …

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Law Student, Mass Comm. Mind

From Pilot to Lawyer I first was attracted to the idea of being a lawyer when I was in high school. Prior to that moment of discovery, I’d considered a variety of options for a humble career. Like any normal person, I wanted to be a writer, then a teacher, a dancer, a painter, a …


Nigerian Pride: An Ode to Nigerian Creatives

So, it’s basically independence day. This day probably solicits a wide range of responses from people, from absolute joy (because, public holiday and whatnot) to numbness. Some may have probably lost all motivation and hope for this country, due to the hardships they have faced in it. I’m still quite young, and have been blessed, …


Then and Now: #NeverSayNever

Firstly, shoutout to Ada of Crave Jade for this post which inspired me to do something similar. Remember when the world first discovered Justin Bieber and it felt like nearly every girl was crazy about him? Maybe you don’t. Maybe you weren’t even crazy about him. I remember that time period, and I also was …


The Style Edit: Inhibitions

Welcome to The Style Edit, my personal style diary. If you haven’t read the first chapter (here), check it out! That is basically the first page of this style diary. I consider myself to have an “aunty” style. Think that one nosy family member who always has something to say but can’t get her life …


The Style Edit: Genesis

Ever since I mastered the joys of the internet, I have always had a thing for saving photos of stuff. Whether I saw an amazing aesthetically pleasing photo on Tumblr, We Heart It, or Pinterest, my instinct was to save. This has led to folders upon folders, filled with all sorts of inspirational photos. When …


The Day

A piece by Mind of Amaka

“Close your eyes, and let us take a few prayer points.” Said the pastor, his voice booming across the large auditorium, carried by the microphone which he clutched tightly. He wore a navy blue suit, looking dapper from top to bottom. On his shiny forehead were beads of perspiration, formed after more than 45 minutes of energetic preaching. His eyes scanned the crowd, a look of fire in them.

The 10,000-capacity church was filled to the brim, and slowly the variety of bodies began to move. Some sat down and rested their heads on their laps, some knelt down with hands clasped, others stood and shut their eyes tightly, some even had clenched fists.

They were about to pray with all their might. The service had been a good one so far, and the message had been about prosperity, a welcome message in the times of financial hardship. They were ready to blast their enemies, who were to blame for the stagnancy in their lives. I was one of them. I had a list of pressing matters, and was ready to pray my way to a solution. I tried to narrow down my thoughts to just one thing, tried to bring back my wondering mind into the church.

The first point was raised, and immediately the silence that had settled like a velvety blanket was thrown off. Thousands of voices came together, shouting with fierceness. We all wanted breakthrough, we all wanted to be reformed. I clapped my hands, praying with all my might. I got tired eventually while the noise continued around me, and my eyes opened to observe what was going on around me.

They roamed about the church, looking at the many faces and moving mouths. They settled on a particular old woman who was swinging her arms, praying with passion. She was holding the hands of a girl I assumed to be her daughter. I was fixated, and I wished I could pray with such ferocity. The truth was, I had gone cold a long time ago. I was only filled with bursts of passion whenever messages of prosperity came, but the cold would envelop me again as soon as I stepped through those doors.


And then, it happened.


“In Jesus Name!” came the voice of the pastor just as I saw the woman disappear, her clothes falling to the ground. The girl she had been holding turned with shock and let out a shrill cry. Heads turned left and right as more shouts began to ring across the large auditorium.


“He’s disappeared! She’s gone! Where is my son?” Came shouts from left and right. The church burst into murmurs and there was a franticness. I stared at the altar where the pastor stood, his eyes wide open like a deer caught in the headlights.


And then, chaos.


People began to grab their phones frantically, people began to scream out and cry in horror. Then came the running, then came the jostling. Everyone began to run to the exit doors in panic, ignoring the voice of the pastor who was trying to calm people down.


I sank into my chair, the world suddenly feeling like it had crashed around me.

I had been left behind.

We had been left behind.

I keep picturing a scenario where in a whole church congregation, only a bare minimum would be raptured. It would be the saddest occurrence if this was to become a reality. I don’t want to be left behind, and yet I see myself indulging in things that will ruin my chances.

We all must be more careful than ever, as sin is not just in actions but also in thoughts. Guard your mind, watch your actions. Rapture can happen at any given time, and some may not even know when it occurs, because nobody around them would disappear. It’s crazy that while we’re caught up in activities of life, we can end up forgetting that Jesus is coming. Always keep it at the back of your mind.

If the rapture was to occur now, would you make it?

Lord, give us the grace to abstain from anything that would hinder us from making heaven.



Be Moved: Favourite Gospel Songs

I honestly love music with all my heart. I’m not the best singer, nor do I play any instruments, but there’s something about music that just has a magical effect on me. It can bump up my mood, make me feel sober and reflective (‘Draking’) or just catapult my heart & mind into some kind …


The Day I Asked for Death

Depression is a big thing, It affects so many people around the world. It’s like a dark figure with a chokehold on you, invading your mind and body. It makes you feel worthless, it drains you. It makes you reluctant, it makes you doubt. I hope to bring more awareness to mental issues throughout my …

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