My Muse…bestowed.

My almost 8month old boy, sleeping after a few minutes of tantrum.

Look what heaven gave me

At middle age year

See the beautiful treasure

Bestowed on me 

when I least expected

He is now my muse

An inspiration

Those tiny feet are growing

And those hands too, his grip getting stronger

It seems like yesterday,

He was so small and new.

Now I watch him as he grows daily

Holding on to every tiny moment

Cherishing every snuggle

This bestowed embodiment of love

Is growing fast right before my eyes.


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Like a mother, hen incubate her chicks

So I see God keeping us under his wings

to keep us warm, as we develop and muster strength

For the assignment of life.

Sometimes we just want to run off because it seems life is passing by

Not knowing we run the risk of being exposed too early with little or no ability to confront challenges.

So will you allow Him to keep you warm and help you grow as He incubates you?




Heaven’s grasp or what?

It was the about the end of my first trimester, precisely Easter Sunday, we just got back from Church and my cravings that afternoon was Eba.

The husband was nice enough to make it for me, after divulging a whole bowlful. I sat to watch TV with the boys and just rest awhile, just then I felt a tingling, it was an unusual sensation, I dashed quickly to the bathroom to check what was happening.

Like a tap that was left open, I saw blood gushing out of me, I grasp the toilet seat and screamed calling out to my husband who was outside with boys at this point I was already sweating profusely and started praying;

Lord, I didn’t ask for this, you decided to give me this baby all by yourself

Lord, you will not let this happen, you won’t allow me to lose this child, No way!

I was taken to the hospital and all I could remember was waking up the next day and was told that my pregnancy was still intact.

” Madam, your baby is fine. The doctor said. You have nothing to worry about. But you have to stop doing any rigorous activities.

At that point in time, I knew that YAHWEH hands grasped mine and that of my unborn baby that day. Today I am truly for his grasp!

My child on the 8th day as we dedicated him to the LORD.


Are you at the threshold of life? do you feel beat down by a load of crisis? whatever you may be going through God’s hands are not too short to grasp you, only if you’ll let Him.



He seems to be my muse lately.

Lately, I find myself staring at him 

                        Lurking my eyes with his

                  The grins from side to side

                  That smile is so captivating

                   Wow what a joy to behold this gift

                What did I do to deserve this priceless gem? 

My little baby seems to be giving me motivations to write. I must first say that the experience surrounding his birth is way different from his older brothers, that it looks like my first time. The birth of this child is my own rebirth so to speak.

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I am becoming more self-aware than I have ever been, Entering into that space where I am no longer afraid to take the bold step and launch into terrains that I have always dreamt of but never took action because of fear!



Oops Baby!

She suddenly realizes 

life has taken a new turn

It’s no longer business as usual

A little soul is here to consider

Suddenly life has new meaning

As she held on to his tiny hands

Soft and fragile 

Delicately holding  momma

It’s her oops! baby…suddenly




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