Mindscope with Segilola

 " But mummy why don't you look like a mummy..? my youngest son (Seven years old at that time) asked me, he sternly said " the mummies of my friends in school are big!!!..but you look small like aunty Kate who is not married..." I knew there was no escape route this time from his interrogation (as it were). With my hands busy with needle work, I had to confront this moment of truth... lost in an animated train of thought, I reminded myself of who l am. "Segilola in Yoruba language means - Jewel 💎 is  Wealth. This name was bequeathed to me by my grandfather, Papa Titus Adefioye, a fastidious farmer from Ile- Ife, in Osun state, Nigeria. His father was a major dealer in Gold, and the name Wuraola (Gold is wealth) was likewise willed to me 💖. But when I consider the rock (hard place) from which I have been cut (groomed), I confidently make my boast in the Lord - I'm a rare jewel shaped with the hammer and chisel of adversity, adorned by the Master for His glo...

When he walks into a room, his purposeful strides and genial smiles unlock treasures in the hearts of people in such a manner that they are captivated, and naturally gravitate towards him. That's my daddy! Mr Patrick Adefioye. ❤️🌹😍 I celebrate the great faithfulness of God upon his life as he clocked 78 on Thursday, January 19, 2023🎉🎉🎉. Such a winsome personality! He expresses his leadership using gifts of eloquence, outstanding relational and writing skills ( my dad is an artistic writer, his stylish  handwriting is unbeatable @78), to lead his community within Lagos suburban area through developmental projects and conflict resolutions. He chaired the community association for eight years, winning several awards and still very relevant in the political space. I'm intentional about eulogizing him while he's still full of life @78.  As humans, we all make mistakes, we all have weaknesses. I have learned to be more patient in dealing with his struggles. I'm now wiser...

 "Eh.." is the 'local' sound the cutie pie😘 one year old son of my neighbor exclaims most mornings while his mum baths him...and it's actually the alarm that gets me out of bed particularly on Saturdays. I'm glad he's learning to take his first steps and as his mom counts and cheers him on with clapping outside, little does she know that a secret observer is peeping through the window upstairs.. counting as well..may I not be caught!😁 For I dare not miss out on such energizing moments. 😍❤️🏂 In effect, certain moments in your life create in you strongly positive emotions, yes, they are your 'strong moments' while some moments spark negative emotions.  Come rain or shine I choose to be more intentional about catching and cradling my strong moments this year...I wish I caught more last year..😍 Lately, I have been feeding voraciously on the choice pieces of knowledge from Marcus Buckingham's book : Find your Strongest Life ,  I couldn't ...

 " You might not feel or look it but you are stronger than you think ..."...the Holy Spirit whispered in my ear while in bed. It dawned on me this second morning of the new year 2023, that my "coach" was not talking about new year goals rather He was so empathetic and keen on dealing with my gloominess after I realised I unknowingly deleted the scrap of information for my next writing...it hurts so bad! Lovingly, He also reminded me the words of inspiration my husband shared before breakfast, " His mercies are new every morning so why can't your gratitude be new every morning?"   " Ask and keep on asking and you will receive, so that your joy (gladness, delight) may be full and complete” (John 16:24 AMPC). So I thankfully appreciated His counsel and...oozing from my mouth were words of prayer that burned like fire in my bones  "Lord, do it again...give me the grace to start the writing all over again! And Yes, I'm glad He did it again😍! ...

Dear Esteemed Reader;  Thank you for your inestimable time and feedback. Personally, these gifts are like apples of gold in settings of silver .💖😍💞 Amazingly, if there's a silver lining to the epileptic electricity supply in my community here in Sagamu local government of Ogun state, Nigeria, it's that I'm able to resume my inspirational writings after two years of experiencing  graphophobia...thanks to my life coach, the Holy Spirit for my healing! Sometimes, It feels really dark on the outside however I am lighted up on the inside..wow 🚨 .. a light shining in darkness and darkness cannot extinguish it! As the year 2022 winds down, my heart is inditing a good matter, pondering on the things my eyes have seen about the ingenuity of the Omniscient One. I remember on Wednesday, April 27, 2022, at dawn in Magodo GRA, Lagos, for the first time ever, my attention was drawn to these two stars and a crescent moon in a stunning triangular pattern! ⭐✨ What else can I say? ...Psa...

"He must have been an angel or how else could I explain my failure to reach Mazi Okeke after almost a year of consistent trials? .." I quizzed myself. Still on the same matter, "A right attitude wins always".  It was my third week at the National Youth Orientation Camp (NYSC) at Okigwe, a city in Imo state in South East Nigeria. I rode on a high horse to the camp 😊 flaunting my profile which richly displayed my meritorious achievement as the best graduating student in my set (BSc) Geography and planning department at the University of Lagos. Also, I was a proud recipient of two premium scholarships, one from the prestigious University of Lagos (best student scholarship scheme for two sessions)and the other paid in foreign currency (Dollars) by American International Insurance company (AIICO) where my mum was a celebrated staff.  Three days before the completion of the camp, I had serious concerns about the poor and shoddy welfare conditions of corps members and dec...

"Mum, you will never be good enough." That was my eldest son's response to me when I confessed my fears about blogging. Eyeballing him, I stood still, lost in thought trying to process this feedback, then I heard him say aloud " If God tells you to start then start with what you have...stop hunting for excuses!". Gbam! I shrieked with delight. I couldn't agree more with his down-to-earth opinion. Like a flash of light, I remembered the scripture we shared together the previous day.  Romans 10:3 " For they don't understand that Christ has died to make them right with God. Instead they are trying to make themselves good enough to gain God's favor by keeping the Jewish laws and customs , but that is not God's way of salvation. They don't understand that Christ gives to those who trust in Him everything they are trying to get by keeping His laws. He ends all of that ".  Suddenly, I saw it! Yes, the light! I looked to Him and was radiant...