Life's

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟𝐬

What if I wasn’t enough?
What if they're better?
What if I never heal from this?
These are the questions that visit me late at night,
The ones that dress like logic but feel like poison.
They don’t walk in with answers—
Only more questions.

What if I’d said yes that day?
What if I had stayed a little longer—
Would things be different now?
Would we have laughed instead of walked away?
I don’t know.
And that’s the thing, —they really don’t come with answers,

They creep in quietly—
Regret, worry,
Random thoughts I never invited.
“Maybe if I had…”
“What if I didn’t…”
It’s loud in here.
But the truth?
These ‘what ifs’ are always late.
They arrive after the moment has passed,
Dragging guilt in like it’s a suitcase I asked for.
I didn’t. And I won’t carry it.

I questioned the questions.
And then questioned myself for questioning.
It's madness disguised as reflection—
Self-torture dressed up like deep thought.
It spirals.

And soon, the what ifs blur into should haves.
And the should haves blur into shame.
And the shame becomes silence,
the kind that settles deep in your chest like fog that refuses to lift.
It’s a loop.
A cruel one.
Because there’s no bottom.
Just thoughts that take and take and take.
But I’ve learned—slowly, painfully—that what ifs never close doors.

So now, when they knock,
I let them know:
I won’t be hosting them tonight.
I’ve got better things to do than re-live a life that never happened.

And sometimes, when the weight feels too much,
I remember the Man from Galilee.
The one who never asked me to be perfect before giving me peace.
The One who holds time and memory
Without shame or confusion.
The One who doesn’t ask me to explain
Why I stayed, why I broke, why I ran.
He doesn’t say “rethink.”
He says rejoice.
Even in the ache.
Even in the after.
Even here.

𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

Before and as soon as the month enters
There comes hints, talks and TALKS of the oncoming
Plans of all they care for, they share
See, as soon as the month enters Beware!

Birthdays are special and remarkable;
a time to fill the air with love and laughter.
Families are invited, even those who are unbearable
Don't do it alone, that'll advance humane cancer.

Now to every star celebrating any day in this month
May this May bring no dismay to you
It will be filled with love, wins and more
Your birthday should be valuable to you

Life's

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Happy reading to you, wherever you are.
Did you see the title well?
What does it remind you of?
You’ll need that picture in mind as well.

I was free the day I left.
Packed my bags, shut the door behind me.
No one to check in with.
No one to please.
I called it 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

It’s the joy of a caged bird let loose—
Especially one that begged to be free.
It’s the voice that says, "𝐆𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐠𝐨
You don’t need to be three."

Midnight snacks without judgment.
TV blaring into the early hours.
Phone on silent.
My rules.
No one breathing down my neck.

Oh, how wonderful freedom is.
How spectacular the view.
It shouldn’t belong to a chosen few.
And yet…
Freedom can be a quiet kind of bo***ge too.

A bo***ge that blinds.
A blindness that looks like choice.
*“Let me live my life. Be myself...”*
But it never tells you what choices cost.

Mismanaged, it leaves you hollow.
Understood, it teaches patience.
It humbles.
It sharpens.
It waits for you to grow.

Freedom leans close and whispers:
"𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲"
No sight.
No pause.
No rewinds.
The ache of that comes with little respite.
Freedom can wipe.
Freedom can rewrite.
Life's

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍

See, females are in multiples,
yet collectively, they're unequivocally irreplaceable.
Si, las mujeres actúan como intocables.
Yes unquestionably, I expect you to be reasonable

You dare say they're overrated
That's preposterous, do you even know what a woman is ?
May your limited perspective not result in significant losses.

I have a wise woman who said and implied that
“A woman can build and can set it all in fumes”
You don't believe that, you're free to experiment!
The woman is the greatest tool to walk the earth

A woman is why we have Christ to celebrate
May their trybe rejuvenate.
Do you have women around or in your team?
Well, you've got something to esteem.

Life'sLife's

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄

A smile creeps on your face so wide,
Reflecting joy that comes from inside.
It's contagious, spreading far and near,
A gesture that brings cheer.

With every curve of your lips so bright,
You light the world and make it feel just right.
Your smile is a gift that's free to share,
A treasure that's precious, beyond compare.

When you smile, your heart beats with glee,
A sense of happiness that's plain to see.
It's a language that's universal and true,
A symbol of kindness, shining right through.

Now, let your smile shine like the sun,
And spread its warmth to everyone.
For in its power, we find a special grace,
A smile that's contagious, and fills the space!

Give a smile, and let it last more than 3 seconds!

Do you know you can message me on WhatsApp?

Well, you can.
Reach me for your business offers, helps or rendering of any of my services as stated on the pinned post on this page.etc

Looking forward.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐝 🙏

Dear God,
I know you know, I know you see
prove it, dear God

I know you really want good for the world
Suit it
Dear God

For some creations be treated ahool
promise,
Dear God

A just resound, in faith we stand,
School it
Dear God

Again we ask,
But you say that we can
Dear God, pam pam.

Life's

THY WAYS

She taught and schooled me
now I know to use discreet words.

Her heart knew no rest, seasoning me
until I gained mastery of the dressers knowledge.

Day by day, she unfolded the protected
bidding and establishing me to do right.

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Awakening him from sleep to a world of happiness
From plain nights to nightburns of learning

From following a dream to even greater dreams
daring him to a greater inheritance, certainly.

So they lived ever happily, history has it
as he mastered the ways of her wayst

Selah.
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