All posts tagged: Happiness

Story: Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – Part II

Sometimes, I Tie Gélé is a story about identity, insecurities and the need to belong. We follow Sophie “Soso” Badmus on her personal quest to make sense of these things. All scriptures mentioned in this post were taken from the New Living Translation unless indicated otherwise. Read “Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – The Prelude” HERE. Read “Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – Part One” HERE. Psalm 63 verse 1 to 5 A psalm of David, regarding a time when David was in the wilderness of Judah. O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in your sanctuary and gazed upon your power and glory. Your unfailing love is better than life itself; how I praise you! I will praise you as long as I live, lifting up my hands to you in prayer. You satisfy me more than the richest feast. I will praise you with songs of joy. …

Story: Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – Part I

Sometimes, I Tie Gélé is a story about identity, insecurities and the need to belong. We follow Sophie “Soso” Badmus on her personal quest to make sense of these things. All scriptures mentioned in this post were taken from the New Living Translation unless indicated otherwise. Read “Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – The Prelude” HERE. Ecclesiastes 3 verse 1-8 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear …

Story: Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – The Prelude

Sometimes, I Tie Gélé is a story about identity, insecurities and the need to belong. We follow Sophie “Soso” Badmus on her personal quest to make sense of these things. This Prelude is the beginning of Sophie. The Prelude – Ella’s Entry Wednesday 1 February 1995 It‘s my birthday! I’m twenty-two today and I’ve decided that it’s time I acquire the skills of a mature and established person. I can only assume that such people keep journals, and for this reason I have gifted myself a Son of Smyth custom yellow leather diary and the matching eighteen carat gold-plated fountain pen. Of course the new sales assistant, Sally, didn’t know who I was and couldn’t comprehend how a fabulous young lady like myself could afford such luxury. Rather than get her in trouble with Mr. Smyth Jr., I informed her myself. “Sally is it? Sally, hmm, seems applicable. I require no introduction on most days, but it’s clear that today isn’t like most days, I am Ella Louise Watson, the daughter of James Charles and Millicent Agnes …

Small Chops: The Gift of Community

Small Chops: A Nigerian term for Canapés, Hors d’oeuvres and the like. Small Chops: Quick thoughts of mine Taken from my IG Page (IG: @OlayideM), originally posted on 12 July 2017. An unexpected hour with my friend Nkechi had me ever grateful to God for the gift of Community. Community isn’t defined by proximity, but defined by a mutual value and appreciation of the gift. Don’t let social media fool you into believing your community is tight, true Community doesn’t require validation from likes, RTs and views. A few minutes on social media has never inspired or encouraged me (it’s done the opposite), a few minutes with true Community has made me feel I can do anything and everything. True Community will call you out about the worst version of you, and celebrate you at the same time. It will laugh with you, it will cry with you, it will pray with you (and especially for you) and more. True Community gets behind the scenes while being in front of the camera. It’s involved. True …

Life: No New Friends

I closed my Bible, switched off the light and cried. The fact that Nehemiah’s donkey couldn’t make it up the rubble of the ruined city walls wasn’t what moved me to tears (albeit Biblical), what caused me to cry was indeed the title of a Drake song I’ve never actually heard (my cousin Tumi would be disappointed). It dawned on me that three months after moving to Dubai, I hadn’t made as much social-life progress as I would have liked. You see this move is the most different from the other times I’ve lived abroad, because there had been a time limit and each came with additional people to ‘share’ my experiences with – that’s what we had in common that’s what brought us together so quickly to form the friendships we had. But this time around, I came alone. I found myself wailing crying because in this whole ‘thing’ I miss my family the most. I miss the noise and laughter that comes with having two younger brothers with whom I watch reruns of My …

Small Chops: Author

Small Chops: A Nigerian term for Canapés, Hors d’oeuvres and the like. Small Chops: Quick thoughts of mine. Four weeks ago I made a note of the following… Based on a recent event experienced and shared by my dad, and having read 8 novels in the past 3 weeks (by the time I post this it may increase to 9 or 10)*, I am understanding what is meant by “God is the author and finisher of our faith”. My understanding is this, [human] authors are always intentional with the details they include in their novels. Not one piece of information is listed “by accident”, every detail is purposeful in telling and completing the books they write. Details that keep us on edge, smiling, crying, aww-ing, screwing our faces at and more. How much more God, who is the author of our lives. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING can happen to any of us without His permission, without His knowing. As a conductor is familiar with every instrument and every note and is capable of leading …