Adventure. Writing. Impact
My name is Amara (she/her). I am an outdoorsy soul and from as far back as I can recall, writing has been my primary mode of expression. That was until I got Chemo brain during Cancer treatment. Going through that stage made me start blogging again.
Does she who is down really fear no falls? Explore how a rebuke led me down a rabbit hole of discovery to reveal the subtle ways we sabotage our own calling.
Why Black communities in the UK face late cancer diagnoses. And how stigma, faith, trauma and healthcare inequalities shape outcomes. A lived‑experience resource for patients, families and NHS professionals.
A wet towel + an empty toilet bowl = a life lesson. And yes, the best ideas still emerge from the bathroom
A vivid, emotionally charged reflection on James Clavell’s Shōgun—and the four major lessons it forces readers to confront about culture, power, honour, and colonial greed.
What began as a simple trip to the dentist veered off into into an unexpected spiritual confrontation.
But the patterns of our upbringing don’t disappear simply because we reject them. They lie dormant, waiting for moments of:
A contemporary retelling of Joseph and Potiphar’s wife that exposes the quiet compromises, hidden deceptions, and moral tensions shaping modern marriages.
The Spice Girl’s Mental Health May tiptoed down the corridor and opened the door slightly. She was being extra cautious not to wake anyone as it was a good hour before the dawn – she didn’t need any dissuasion or what her father termed common sense. Stepping into the courtyard, she felt the chill permeate through her clothing. For although it was early Spring, the weather was still trying to extricate itself from the throes of winter. The security guard at the gate dipped his head in a bow as he closed the gate behind her. Long years of service in this family had taught him the vital lesson of staying out of May’s way – especially when she acts weird like now – no sane female from a respectable family should be out by this
Zakari glared at his phone as it vibrated on the table right in front of him. This was the third time it was pinging, yet he ignored it. He was still seething from the aftermath of the meeting which he has recently dismissed The monthly meeting of his regional Comptrollers – officers who controlled various ports across the country This particular session turned out to have exhausted him emotionally in addition to its usual mental exhaustion Both the ministers of Trade and Finance had read him an ultimatum during their meeting last week An ultimatum which left him no choice – clean up your house or risk being tossed out with the bath water Three of the core Commands under his jurisdiction were not turning in enough taxes – and two of them, headed by his own people It didn’t
A wry smile tugged at my lips as the irony of the moment settled in. There I was, greasy fingers scrolling through a devotional while waiting – impatiently – for my bread dough to rise. Two hours had passed already, and the dough still looked like it needed another hour. I was tempted to shove it into the oven as‑is. After all, why should it take so long? “Why am I even making this bread?” I muttered, half‑annoyed.I wanted to be at the seaside, not babysitting dough. Then the question dropped. “Why do you think it is called unleavened bread?” Without hesitation, I answered,“It had no yeast.” “Why did it have no yeast?” That one stopped me. My eyelids scrunched, my brain rummaging for the obvious answer like a student whispering exam questions to herself, hoping the answer would magically
Introduction Some stories refuse to stay in the past. They rise again in our present lives, exposing the quiet injustices we’ve normalised and the power imbalances we’ve learned to excuse. The story of Judah and Tamar is one of those stories. It is ancient, but painfully modern: a man with authority, a woman with no options, a promise broken, and a moment where truth confronts power so sharply that even the powerful must bow. This contemporary retelling is not just about a woman named Tami and a respected community leader named Jide. It is about every space where spiritual language is used to mask irresponsibility, every room where a woman’s dignity hangs on the decisions of men who claim to know God, and every moment when integrity demands courage from the vulnerable and humility from the powerful. Some stories are
THE TIMOTHY SERIES A Journey of Faith, Manhood & Calling Part 5 — The Return of Pastor Pee: What Really Happened in His Silent Season A Knock at the Door That Changed Everything It happened on an ordinary Tuesday.Tim was preparing notes for the youth meeting when he heard a knock — slow, deliberate, familiar. He froze. His grandmother called out from the hallway.“Timothy… someone is here for you.” And when he stepped into the sitting room, the world seemed to tilt. Pastor Pee stood there. Thinner.Grayer.But with the same fire in his eyes THE TIMOTHY SERIES A Journey of Faith, Manhood & Calling Stories of a young man raised by women, mentored by fire, and called by God. The Silent Season: What No One Knew They sat together under the mango tree behind the house — the same place
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