Favvy's blog (2025)

18/10/2025

My bubugaga bathed me today and I felt 10 years old again. It's her thing, whenever she's home she would force me to bath and when I refuse, she would carry me off to the bathroom to bath me herself. Though I often protest, I secretly enjoy it.

It's humbling how she sees me, like that 2-year-old child who wouldn’t stop crying. So when I try to act all grown up, it’s amusing to her. She literally watched me grow up.

For me, it’s a reminder that no matter how grown I become, I’ll always be her baby, her 2-year-old. There’s something comforting about that, the way she cares for me, the way she reminds me that love can be soft, playful, and childlike.

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Anyways, yesterday was FOH last vigil and grand finale, and i did present a poem. One i consider well written, even though not all too well performed, i enjoyed doing it.

Well, here it goes;

FOH POEM

We do not serve a high priest,
Who is untouched by the pulse of our pain
He is the one who reads between our silence,
And understands the language of our tears.

For 50days,
We have sat under the torrents of his revelations
We have drank from the deep,
From Wells of light, and God's wisdom
And feasted on the simple knowledge of our identity in him.

Now I ask thee...
What are your expectations?
Because expectations are not passive
It's the posture that builds an altar
Because expectations is the sound before the sound
The invisible that births the seen

What is not good is not yours
Because our God is good, abi not?
So good that his mercies are new every morning
And his signature is "Goodness".

Did you not know that our wealth is not,
In the weight of our bank accounts
But in the riches of his glory
The kind of abundance that never runs dry
That is why we call him "The Oshimili Atata"

And no, we do not give up
We have learnt that the weight of the storm
Is only proof that the clouds are heavy
And when the cloud grow heavy, it does not threaten, it pours.

Now, as we step out of this hall,
Back to our everyday life
May there be evidence that we've tarried
That we qavah-ed till our knees learnt the rhythm of surrender.
May there be proof that something rested on us, something ancient, something divine.

Remember Elijah's altar?
How it was drenched, soaked in impossibilities
But God's fire did not negotiate, it consumes
Isn't that why we call him, the consuming fire.

This is the advantage we have,
The rhythm of a God who answers without bluffing
With a consistency that beats human understanding

Did he not say in Isaiah 43:19
"Oh lord,I have heard of your fame, I stand in awe of your deeds, repeat them in our day!!.
And truly we are that repetition.
The revival reborn.

Ladies and Gentlemen; Arise and shine for the light you carry is not waiting to appear, it's already rising.
We are the mirror of his movement.
May it be said that we did not just attend a move, we became it.

So lift your voice and echo the anthem of our becoming, "oh lord, do it again"

🖤.

17/10/2025

Merry Friday!

I can’t believe this is the last Friday vigil of FOH. It’s officially the last night I’ll be sleeping in church this year.

I still remember when the program started; it felt so slow. I couldn’t wait for the last vigil because I’m not really a fan of vigils. I’d usually be sleepy the whole time, and the worst part is, as a protocol officer in church, I’m responsible for waking up sleepy people.

Lol. I often say being part of the protocol department in my church is God’s way of taming and stretching me. Because on a normal day, I can’t even stand for long to save my life, talk less of standing through an entire service (God caught me there). Second, I used to be part of the “chair nodding committee” — the people who sleep during vigils. Lastly, I’m nowhere near orderly or attentive; I’m usually clumsy and unmindful (but let’s just say God has helped me).

See how I ended up in a department that’s the complete opposite of my personality? That’s the universe trying to balance the system.

Dearest reader, sometimes God intentionally places us in uncomfortable spaces, not to break us, but to build us. Growth hardly ever happens in ease, and sometimes, what looks like a stretch is actually a divine setup for strength.

So as I stand through this last FOH vigil of the year, wide awake and grateful, cant believe I'm the one this excited about a vigil.

🖤.

15/10/2025

Today was...

So I have had a crazy week with so much to do, duties piled up, and I was basically running on highs. My day had the usual long list of tasks, but this time, I couldn’t bring myself to do a thing.

It felt like all the past days of apt productivity had caught up with me. I looked at my deadlines, and they looked right back at me, and I just knew that today wasn’t the day.

We all get those days, right?
When everything moves in slow motion, and you’re just paralyzed by how much you have to do, yet doing absolutely nothing about it.

Dearest reader, do you get it too?
Those lazy, easy, okay-ish days where your world goes on at a slower pace as you experience and enjoy the mundane things of life.

So yeah, today was easy... how was today for you?

🖤.

14/10/2025

So yesterday I broke my leg…
Calm down, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but I did have an accident, and somehow it was all my fault.

Yesss!

You see, learning the right way is better than learning the hard way. However, I have this tendency to always want to learn the hard way, and trust me, it is hard and painful. The kind of pain that is just unnecessary, like my little accident for example.

Oya, let me tell you what happened.

I have this habit of pressing my phone while walking. It’s something I’ve been warned against countless times, even by total strangers I bump into as a result.

My refusal to stop isn’t necessarily because I’m stubborn, but because it has become second nature. I just do it, not out of deliberate will, but almost automatically.

Now, yesterday as I was heading home from church, I was, as usual, on my phone the whole time. That’s how I was crossing the road, distracted by an incoming vehicle and with half-baked attention on the road while the other half was on my phone. I missed a step and boom, the next thing I knew, I was on the floor, cold, rough, tarred road.

It was painful, but I couldn’t bring myself to cry because I knew I caused it. Instead, I found myself laughing.

Long story short, I’m limping with my one and a half leg because I have a habit of learning the hard way. It’s not even funny, it’s excruciatingly painful.

Dearest reader, if you’re like me, here’s your sign, find a way to start learning the right way, because honestly, the hard way is tough. And life is already tough, so why add more struggle because of your own nature?

🖤.

13/10/2025

Take Your Own Advice!

I was supposed to be writing, but instead, I found myself playing therapist for a friend who was going through something tough. As she shared, my heart broke, and I couldn’t help it. I lost myself, forgetting I had my content of the day to write.

When I finally came back to my senses and hurried to start writing, my sister looked at me and said, “Somebody that needs therapy is giving therapy,” and we both burst out laughing.

But really, I was giving solid advice. I was helping her see things differently, and truth be told, I needed what I was saying to her. I deserved my own advice.

Have you ever given someone such profound advice and then realized your life would be so much better if you actually took that same advice?

Yes, I felt that.

Half of what I told her, I was indirectly telling myself, or maybe it was what I truly needed to hear.

Dearest reader, what do you think is the psychology behind this?

Anyways, here’s a gentle reminder to take your own advice, the same one you so freely and kindly give to others. Listen to yourself, think deeply, and act on it. Many times, the words we need most already live within us. Don’t you think so?

🖤.

11/10/2025

CHRONICLES OF LADY AVA: Butt Cheek

Cohabiting is one of the greatest tasks ever, because different people have different preferences, likes, and dislikes, and it can be quite a challenge to peacefully deal with these differences.

Ava has this thing where she doesn’t like nudity. It unsettles and irritates her. By nudity, I mean visually seeing a fellow girl’s body. Not that she’d throw up, but she would just be very uncomfortable.

Initially, I felt this was weird. Like, what do you mean you are uncomfortable when a fellow female roommate sleeps naked? What’s there, right?

So one of those days, I sat her down and began to question what was so taboo about nudity that throws her off every time. As she replied, explaining how and why, I realized that we are different people, and that’s fine.

It is absolutely fine to uphold the silly, not-so-conventional, or socially unaccepted things we do.

Ava told me a story of how she once had to live in a hostel with this lady who simply couldn’t leave a dress on, and how one night she woke up to butt cheeks right in her face. How small things like that left her traumatized by the time she left that place.

Dearest reader, the point is, different strokes for different folks. Can two live together unless they agree? Absolutely not. Therefore, in cohabiting with someone, it is very essential to understand and come to terms with the tiny silly things they cannot stand.

Don’t be quick to judge people’s preferences. Remember, they are not you.

🖤.

10/10/2025

Was feeling a bit down after mentally walking away from something that had drained me recently, and just at random, as I sulked, a friend of mine sent a sweet, thoughtful, and cute message.

If you know me, then you know I love words. I love written words, especially when they’re well articulated. Mehn, for a moment I felt so lighthearted and immensely excited.

Over what? A simple, well-written text!

See, like I always say, life is already tough. Just be kind. Kindness is the barest minimum. Say that word of encouragement, give that compliment, extend that helping hand. Oftentimes, the small gestures can be truly heartwarming.

Dearest reader, don’t hesitate to make someone feel special at random. My boss would say, if you don’t have something uplifting to add, “kuku” rest and don’t add anything soul-crushing.

Another day to remind you — be kind.

🖤.

09/10/2025

Walking Away!

If there’s one thing I’ve learned recently, it’s the power of mentally getting past a thing.

How you hold something in your mind is greater than the thing itself. For instance, I enjoy African literature like mahd! I feel it’s beyond this world, and trust me, I have evidence to prove it. But here’s the truth, African literature is just there. It isn’t exactly special on its own. What makes it special is my mental picture of it, how I hold it, how I revere it.

The same applies to people, places, dreams, and even heartbreaks. Sometimes, what keeps us tied isn’t the weight of the thing but the weight we’ve given it in our minds. Once your mind releases it, your body soon follows.

So maybe “walking away” doesn’t start with your feet, maybe it starts with your thoughts.

🖤.

08/10/2025

At the Wrong Side of the Road

It was drizzling this evening as I made my way to church. My church has this program, and I can only attend the evening sessions. On this particular day, I was already late because I was delusional enough to think that the drizzle would stop. When it didn’t, I kuku entered inside.

Next, I stood by the roadside for what felt like forever, trying to get a bike. All the bikes I stopped kept refusing to go my direction. After stopping about five bikes, I realized I was the problem.

They were refusing to carry me because I was standing at the wrong side of the road. Any bike that would carry me had to go the extra mile and make a long turn, which wasn’t exactly convenient.

Dearest reader, the moment I crossed to the other side of the road, boom! The first bike I stopped agreed to carry me.

That moment made me realize how important positioning is. The whole time, I was on the wrong side of the road. Yes, I was on the road, but the wrong side, which made it impossible to get a bike going my direction.

Standing on the wrong side of the road isn’t just annoying, it is time-consuming and exhausting. If I had crossed earlier, I would’ve made it to church earlier and wouldn’t be almost drenched.

Where are you standing? At the wrong side of the road or at the right side of the road?

🖤.

07/10/2025

Who else had one of those impossible days?

You know those days where you surprise yourself? When you pull things off so effortlessly that you can’t help but feel proud. That was me today. I’m honestly amazed at how I managed to get through it all.

Now I’m sitting here, staring at the moon, too tired to think of anything deep to write. The mix of fatigue and sleepiness is wild, and my brain has clearly clocked out.

So instead of trying to sound profound, let me share something random but fascinating.

Did you know the sun is 109 times the size of the earth?
Crazy, right? Something that looks so close, feels so familiar, yet is so massive and far beyond what we can imagine.

It makes me think, things are not always what they seem.

🖤.

06/10/2025

A Forced Stop!

So I had a bad phone day today. I got to work with duties piled up, but my phone adamantly refused to charge. I was upset because I had things to do. However, I decided to let it be, hoping it would charge eventually, which led to me sleeping for several hours.

On a Monday? Doesn't sound like something I’d do.

But waking up after much-needed rest, I was grateful I had rested. My body needed it.

You know that thing where you intentionally overwork yourself because you want to get things off your mind?

I was almost drowning in the sea of a lot I had intentionally placed myself in. And the phone not charging at that point felt like the universe compelling me to take a break, which I did (ps: my phone is currently 100%, yes, it later charged).

Dearest reader, you see how my phone humbled me into getting the rest I needed? Very demure.

But seriously, take a break every now and then to avoid crashing out. Also, busying yourself to avoid the things you are not ready to confront won't make them go away. I would know because I'm an expert at this.

🖤.

05/10/2025

Is This Wisdom

Don't just throw words.

There's this thing I came across recently. It read, "Guess who's going through a lot right now? Everybody! Be kind."

The simple art of being mindful of the words you throw at someone is a level of kindness everyone should cultivate. Do you know what words are? What they could do?

Words are powerful, and once said, they cannot be taken back. You only have control over what you say. The impact, the ripple effect, and everything in between are things you have no control over.

Dearest reader, if you are not building someone up with your words, keep it abeg. Or at least, learn diplomacy.

Speaking of diplomacy, I once worked with the most diplomatic lady ever. One time, I did something very foolish, and rather than point it out harshly, madam called me calmly and said, "Favour, is this wisdom?"

It was obviously not a wise thing to do, which led to reflection and ensuring avoidance next time.

What are you saying, and how are you saying it?

Don't be the reason someone is hurt or having a bad day!

🖤.

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