Spirit Pen Inspirations

  The Link... 2 (Coming Clean) (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) My legs gave way beneath me and I sank to the seat behind me as I heard the loud bang of Mabel's door a few short metres away. I didn't know what to think. I wasn't even sure there was anything to think. Yes, I did see an unpalatable scene on Mabel's phone screen that looked very provocative and naughty, but she could be right. It could have been a scene she didn't foresee and was going to fast-forward. But her defensiveness, how could I explain that? Okay, I knew I'd been thinking something was off since a week, that fact coupled with the scenario I stumbled across some nights back definitely must have put my suspicions on edge. I did look like I was accusing her too by the way. She probably took offence at my insinuation and got on the defensive. I probably would have done that too in her shoes... Or not? As I returned to my laundry, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and as much as I tried to

  The Link... (The Precedent) (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) 'Hey babes!' Mabel jumped at the sound of my voice, and I watched as her phone slipped from her hands and hit the rug with a small thud! 'Just thank God it's a rug, Mabs. What on earth has got you so jumpy?' I asked as I walked towards her, wanting to pick the phone and join her on the bed. But she beat me to it as she dived to the floor to grab the phone with a nervous laugh. My brows furrowed into a deep V at her jumpiness. What could be so private?! 'So... What were you up to?' I asked as I dropped my bag and sat on the bed where she was frantically tapping and swiping away on her object of fixation. She looked out of sorts... 'Uh... Mmn? You... You said?' She asked as she kept tapping, and then glanced up at me and said, 'You said something?' I let out a sigh and turned to her squarely and asked with narrowed eyes. 'Babes, you sure say you okay so?' 'Yea, ye

Living Our Best Lives! (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) I had only spent two days at Mide's place when I realised that something was very wrong.  On my first night at her place, she trudged in after a hard and long day's work, looking bowed under the effect of the  difficult commute between the island, where she worked and the mainland, where she lived. My heart went out to her and, I was glad I had taken the liberty of using her kitchen to prepare dinner for both of us. A week before, I had called my friend from my place of residence in Abeokuta, letting her know I would be  in Lagos for a three-day training. I'd asked if she could accommodate me for some days. She was elated and sounded excited about my request and I was sure she looked forward to it. I also did. Though finally being able to get on-board with the other trainees who would be learning from world-class chocolatier and baker Jess Sanders was like a dream come true for me, the fact that I would be coming home

Little things ( Written by Joy A. Adewumi ) I love to cuddle and snuggle under the warmth of my covers whenever the rain begins to drizzle. But then, I can't help but get goosebumps when I realise that this same weather I'm loving and relishing is what accounts for a bad day for someone else.  Someone out there in the dead cold of the night as the rain pours and I snore blissfully away is homeless and quaking to the bones.  I'm glad for the weather but he is wondering why God hates him so and then in those moments I pull off the sheets, pull my knees up and say "thank you Jesus!" You wake up each day and all you want is to raise the amount in your bank account by a wheeone with a less paying job is going crazy about how to come up with hundreds of thousands a week, to take care of his ailing aged mother.  You see, the littlest things, those ones that are supposedly normal, are sometimes the biggest miracles in our lives. Why? This is because we never asked for the

A Drunk Driver! (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) Two Wednesdays ago, after what felt like the craziest day of my life,- between unfairly demanding superiors at work, a close shave with a query and Lagos hellish traffic,- I was settling in for the night when my phone dinged.  It was a notification of a new WhatsApp message from my aunt in Alberta, Canada. I shot upright in bed and with positive anticipation rushing through my vein for the first time that day and opened the message she had for me. It was a voice note. My aunt's an enigmatic person with a personality that calls, "Come hither." She's quite different from every other older relation in my life and I can't forget the numerous times I'd run to her when I was confused and at crossroads over important life decisions. She's always had a way of pointing me in the right direction and if there ever was a woman I know in whom the Spirit of God dwells, it's Aunt Abigail. Dare I forget to mention that

Guilt-free ( Written by Joy A. Adewumi) It was a beautiful rainy and cool Friday evening, perfect TGIF mood and perfect recipe for blankets, desserts and Netflix, but Rhoda was killing the mood without even trying. Rather than the normal talkativeness at the table as we took light dinner before settling into the delicious order of the evening, my roommate was brooding and pushing around my legendary Jollof rice on her plate. She hadn't even eaten a grain. I had plans for tonight, beautiful plans that did not involve pulling out a moody best friend out of her melancholy, but apparently there had to be some adjustments to the plan. 'Madam, I don't know if you've noticed but you aren't eating.' I commented after a while. 'I don't have an appetite.' The human being had the effrontery to say! She was kidding right? This is my legendary, literally award-winning Jollof rice we are talking about here! Even invalids develop appetites when my Jollof rice

While You Wait! (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) Okay before you discard this and move on to the next important thing, I'd like to say this is not an article talking about  waiting for that Mr/Miss Right. Nah, though it may apply. Stay tuned... For some months now, I've been pursuing something and it's been more elusive than I anticipated.  Whenever I think of how I've invested so much in it, financially, emotionally and even mentally, it's hard not to feel down and melancholic at how everywhere I turn I meet with either a closed door or a dead end. And my melancholy and worry is usually so evident that even those around me notice and talk against it all the time, but don't blame me, disappointments have a way of bringing you to an all-time low. However, I've learnt to take everything to God in prayer.  I'm a firm believer of the fact that God is interested in every aspect of our daily lives. He's aware of our desires, dreams and aspirations and when they