Hello Lovely Family,

It’s a new month and there are greater expectations. Hope you have started out the year on a wonderful note and living up to the dreams and goals you set. If not, there is still time to move in the direction you want your life to move in. Start today, not tomorrow. Moving on.

If you are ardent follower of the blog, you will notice that the site name has changed to Godly Women Arising when you log into the page. Yes, We are expanding. We are moving to the permanent site in Nigerian parlance. Stay glued to us and welcome to this exciting new journey. The link is still the same and we are working on a website and social media accounts. Once we are up this will be communicated to all. I am excited to present you the members of GWA: Tolu, Dharmie, Omo, Patt, Ruthie, Doyin and myself Sisichels.

We are family, best of friends building a lifetime ministry and with God on our side we will live out of our purpose.

I am excited.

Are you?

Stay tuned.


Your Servant,




Letters to God—Lost Daughter

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God looks down on us even when we can’t look up to Him

Hello Lovely Family, It’s a Monday and we are back with a #LetterstoGod. I am super excited to present #Dharmie our guest writer who has packaged this wonderful letter. Just dig in and do not forget to drop your comments and share.


Dear God,

I was in bed with Kunle when You called last night, I was wondering why You called.

Twenty something years ago or more maybe, I dropped from the skies.

Some said I had a mother but I doubt that was true.

I grew up on the streets- That was the only home I knew.


Many call me runs babe but I would rather be called a man magnet.

I sleep with men, all shapes and sizes for their money and the bills they pay.

Just last week, Caro died of AIDS.

I still wonder why I tested negative, we both slept with the same men.


The night club where I work, the Police came to raid last week.

They arrested everyone they saw,

It was something about a murder case.

How they didn’t see me in my room that night, I really cannot explain.


Just last month, my period didn’t come,

I took a test, it was positive.

I couldn’t figure who the father was, Saheed or Khaleed?

They both had me the same night.

So I sorted myself with sniper.


My new client was a robber, he got killed today by armed men.

I was hit while trying to escape from the gun battle.

Ouch!!! The pains from the doctor’s knife,

This is torture, I can’t believe I survived.


Now I remember, it was a priest who brought me here.

I remember he gave me a small leaflet when I was moved to the theatre.

I couldn’t read it, my eyes were still blurry.

But I saw it, written in blood red prints,

“He still loves you”.


I don’t know how I know, but you’ve been here all along,

Even though I wasn’t good enough.

I can’t even dial your number,

I don’t even know how to make a speech.

But if you can hear me,

We need to talk-

Please call me back.


              Your daughter,

              Lost but found.

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Grace finds us


Say no to Insurgency and Yes to a peaceful Nigeria.

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This is 23 days into January and although I have been busy but its been more of laziness on my part.

So I am sincerely sorry.

Part of my decisions for this year is to take my writing seriously.

This year for me is the year of grace upon grace. You see that’s God’s word for me and for every one. His grace is sufficient. Even when things are not going as planned, His grace is sufficient. You need to believe it. You need to really believe that His grace will and can be sufficient.

So that’s my new year message to everyone, God’s grace is sufficient.





I usually have a hard time coming up with titles, because I write first then think about the title later, which is harder than writing. I know, title has to be catchy, but it’s hard work. So enough said, dig in.

He walks with a smile on his face but out of sight is this burden that threatens to send him under.
What can he do? Who can he run to? Who will understand and give a listening ear?
He, who is the life beat of a party, the supposed ‘happening guy’.
How does he explain that it’s just a facade, a means to hide a pain so deep it consumes him.
He is on the very brink of insanity; peace eludes him.
He knows what madness feels like, not the running in the street kind.
It was the kind that left you bereft of words, it snuck up on you and left you helpless.
The despair follows him into his dreams and sleep offers no comfort.
Life to him has become an endless maze with myriad of twists and turns.
He moves ahead only to meet a brick wall and he questions himself.
What more can he do that he hasn’t done?
Life holds no joy for him and everyday is an up hill battle;
yet he must smile and walk tall with his head, shoulders straight like He has no care in the world for that’s what society expects.
But he is tired of living a lie, a sham.
Pain is etched into his very being.
Every time he remembers, the pain becomes a physical ache and it hurts and yet he smiles.
From where does he begin to explain?
How does he put them into words, when he cannot find a name to give this feeling he feels.
He labours and toils, but there is nothing to show for it.
He has peripheral success but there is no fulfilment, no sense of achievement.
He feels stuck in one place and he thinks to himself that if he were superstitious he would have said someone in his village or his enemies were at work.
He had no enemies to speak of, he was everyone’s go-to guy.
If someone had asked him, he would have said he was loved by all.
Yet there was no one out of the multitude he could talk to, no one that could see beyond the smiles and ‘I am fine’ to a deeper problem.
He has thought of taking his life so many times, simply putting an end to this sham of an existence, something painless and quick.
He thinks of using a gun but his whole being abhorred violence.
May be drugs would do but still he couldn’t bring himself to take that last step.
Thinking of death makes him remember his parents.
Could he do this to them? Could he bring himself to throw their lives into turmoil?
How would they survive? He was their only child.
How would they feel about their son, the apple of their eyes committing suicide.
He could imagine the whisperings of people as they passed by: ” Don’t you know that woman, it was her son that took his own life, he used drugs.”
But damn society, it’s demand for keeping up appearance had brought him to this place where he no longer had an identity.
He could imagine the pain his mother would have to go through. more
Although he knew others had worse problems, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Empathy had no taste in his mouth.
Death would be better.
He tries to imagine how committing the suicide would look like but something stops him in his track.
He thinks: “where would yonder future find him?”
It’s been ages he last prayed; he couldn’t remember the last time he stepped foot in a church.
He had forgotten God; Life and the pursuit of money had taken priority.
He remembers his mother and all she used to say; it seems a long time now.
She used to tell him of how God was close at hand; of how He was a refuge and a stronghold, a mighty bulwark where his people ran into and felt safe.
He didn’t know what safe meant any longer.
Life had left a sour taste in his mouth and all the booze couldn’t erase the taste.
He decided to give God one more try and pray.
The words sound rusty but he tries.
He says: “I know you listen and I know you see everything. I am weak from fighting this battle on my own. I am depressed and despair has become my middle name. Life has no meaning for me and I think death would be a more preferable fate because I cannot call this thing I am living a life. I move from day to day without hope. I work and toil with nothing to show it. I question why you made me, why you out me in this world and left me to my own devices?”
He wants to speak more but his throat is clogged with tears; tears he had held back for as long as he could remember. He has been too strong for too long and it was finally time to lay it down at the feet of the master.
He picked up a bible and started reading and sees how God asks his people to trust him completely; that he was their healer and strength; that all they needed was the faith of a mustard seed.
He didn’t he could do it; this letting go, this total submission to the will of another. That was what faith demanded of him.
He had tried it his own way for too long and it had gotten him no where. He considered the pros and the cons and decided he really didn’t have much to lose by letting go.
He decided to take a leap of faith and hand over everything to his creator, the one who formed in his mother’s womb and knew him through and through.
Once that decision was made, he felt years lighter. He knew he had made the best decision of his life. He knew he could finally trust Him whose love is forever abundant.

Say NO to insurgency and Yes to a peaceful Nigeria.


She is lost and cannot find her way. She has been tossed and turned by life and from its belly it has spat her out and she is ragged.
She looks back with no end in sight.
She says let me look forward but she still sees a future that is bleak.
She feels like she carries the weight of the world on her tiny shoulders and the weight daily crushes her.
She feels the waves of life threaten to swallow and she hopes the Christ she has heard of would walk on the waters again and pull her out, that He would once again ride in the boat, speak to the waves and calm would be restored.
She reaches out to success and time and again, it eludes her. Oh she wonders if she suffers from what they call ‘near-success’ syndrome. She can’t think of any other reason why she can’t succeed except her God is punishing her. She thinks May be, just may be that’s the reason why the stories of freedom from sin, poverty and suffering are just stories to her.
In the stillness of the night, she sits and questions Him who created her, who formed her in her mother’s womb and knew her through and through.
She says :”Are you punishing me Lord?, why are you being a just judge instead of a merciful father?, why does your wrath burn hot against your daughter? ” but deep in her heart she pleads and begs Him to understand that these words that come from her mouth are those of a ravaged soul desperate for redemption.
She, who was thrown to the wolves. She who forgot what it was to be a child and had to grow up too soon. She who had her innocence snatched out of her hands. She knows He sees all but she can’t help but think He is silent. Yes her head tells her so, He should have acted a long while ago but He kept silent and watched her go through all the pains and suffering, He kept silent when He could have stopped it all with just a single word.
She reminds herself of all His promises, of His faithfulness, of all the times He had been there for her but the pain in her soul is too deep to ignore, it threatens to consume her. She has walked this road for far too long and the journey has been exhausting. She discards the norms of prayer learnt ages past and decides to just talk with Him. That’s what prayer was- communication. She is willing to dialogue with him. She had read that Abraham did this with God. He had to stop and listen to her. She who was his daughter and had carried this burden for so long. She asks why He didn’t do anything to stop her pain from happening, why success fails to be hers. She closes her eyes with the weight of unshed tears but there is hope in her heart; hope for a better tomorrow and a brighter future. It’s all she has left- faith and hope and she prays that this time it’s just enough.

And she hears a voice that says to her:
“Oh how I wish you knew how much I love you,
Oh how I wish you understood the depth of my mercy,
Oh how I wish you knew that my mercy would triumph over justice,
Oh how I wish you knew that I was there everytime you hurt.
I love you just as if you were the only one in the world. My plans for you are good and I know you find it hard to believe but trust in my infinite goodness and know that the work I have started in you I would complete. I am the potter, let me break you, shape you and mould you as I wish. Allow me use you for my glory. The road will be difficult, filled with falls and tears but I will be with you each step of the way. I know you have been hurt, I know my daughter all the pain you have been through, I am the healer and I will heal and make you whole. My words are my bond, they must always be fulfilled. Trust, obey me and have faith. Peace I leave you.”

She opens her eyes and the tears fall. She weeps for her pain, for the many times she had been hurt, for the times she had tried to do it on her own, for the times she had professed her love for her God and had offended Him. She weeps for the countless occasions she had retraced her steps only to go back to her vomit. She weeps for this person she has become; broken, used and discared. She weeps for this person she has become, this person she cannot recognise. And she prays from deep within; for mercy, for healing, for peace, for hope, for forgiveness, for faith. She prays for strength to move ahead, to do better, to live better. Her frantic cry is a continuous rendition of :” Help me Lord, I cannot do this on my own.” She knows the journey won’t be any easy and that the way would be rough. She knows that she would still have questions for Him, times when she would want to give up. But for now there is peace in Her heart, her soul is at rest trusting in Him who is more than able to do as He has promised.

Say no to insurgency and Yes to a peaceful Nigeria. GOD BLESS YOU ALL.


I have become used to saying sorry that they no longer sound sincere in my ears but really I am sorry and I hope to do better. I am so happy, this is my 100th post on the blog. We can only keep on getting better. So that said, dig in.

There is a reason why you are alive today.

There is a reason why you are not dead.

There is a reason why you are not among the numerous thousands who have lost their lives in earthquakes, plane crashes, tsunamis, wars, bomb attacks, accidents of all kinds and the likes.

There is a reason why God still looks up on you each day with mercy and allows you to have breath.

There is a reason why you are where you are now.

There is a reason why are in that particular situation, born into that family.

There is a reason why you are created.

However, most of us go through life without finding or attempting to find out that reason. We make a colossal failure of ourselves and give silly excuses in my opinion for not being more, for not doing more, for letting things slide. I am part of that crowd who has forgotten the reason for their existence. The reason for your marvelously wonderful existence today is not because you have not bought a house, gotten married, had kids, got your dream job and dream car or the numerous reasons we like to tell ourselves.

The first, singular and most important reason why we are still alive today is because we were created to serve Him who created us but most of us have lost sight of that in the fanfare and ceremonies that make up part of daily lives. We have been embedded with numerous gifts and talents to be used in the service of our King and Master but most of us don’t find theirs, some deny theirs, some take it for granted and some are not even bothered about theirs.

Of late, I have not even bothered to write giving the excuse that I needed inspiration. I have not even felt the urge to blog even though I have articles to post and I have been online every day. I have not even take out time to look for ways to hone my talent or better myself but today was a reminder that that gift I have so often taken for granted and as my due was given so that I could serve better.

As we draw closer to the end of the year, it is time to take a seat and look back at the whole year and at our whole lives too. it is time for stock taking. It is time to ask salient questions; like how well have we have fulfilled the reason for our existence, how well we have lived our lives in service for our creator. Psalms 90: 12 says; ‘Teach us how our short our life is, that we may become wise. Life is too short to go through it without knowing or fulfilling the reason why you have not been snatched by the cold hands of death and be sure that death does not give notice.

Yea, we want to get married, have kids, and buy cars and houses. I too want that but that is not the reason why you are still breathing, moving, and living. Every day of our lives should be a continuous search for truer understanding as to the reason for our creation and when that reason becomes clearer may we like Mary say: “I am the handmaid of the Lord, let it be done to me according to your will. May we be so open that we find the true reason, fulfill it, and use our gifts and talents in the fulfillment of service to God.

So as we draw open the curtains of the new month, I am asking you to take a good look at your life and find out why you are alive today, at this moment. There is a reason.


Happy New Month!

Say no to insurgency and Yes to a peaceful Nigeria.

Just Because



I stood before the courts,
Before the endless stares of my accusers.
They sat ready to scorn and mock,
Fingers pointed, fierce and with no love.
I stood without an attorney,
Who would plead on my behalf.
I stood as guilty as the sky is blue,
I had been selfish, greed was my hue.
They looked menacing, ready to devour,
My sins stacked high from ceiling to floor.
I stood alone, none came to aid me,
All my wealth and glory, all had failed me.
Friends and family were far away,
Death and hell would have their day.

They pointed to a cup that hosted my grief,
My days as a rapist, a liar, a thief.
They said, drink up you insolent wimp,
They threatened me with death’s fiery whip.

But Mercy said No.

For one as the Son of Man drew near,
Bruised and Broken, he walked in without…

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