Hey youths, my name is Teenella. I designed this blog to uplift all christian youths out there who are dealing with discrimination, lack of self-confidence, personality problems and other social issues. My blog is also aimed at educating youths socially, mentally, spiritually, emotionally and politically.
I welcome you to a journey into my life, to see how I deal with the obstacles that come my way as well as issues that affect christian youths all over the world.
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Cloudy With A Chance of Books: Top Ten Books I'd Hand to a Non-Reader
We were about to leave. Everyone had participated in their activity except me but it looked like I was going to miss mine. Worst of all I wouldn't be there till the end of the of the program. It was an exciting and insightful experience and boy was I glad my mum had forced me to wake up and go to church so I could attend the Teens Fellowship which my church had been invited to.
My heart was beating real fast as shyness did a long dance in my mind. I so badly wanted to meet him. I knew this was a chance of a lifetime, not one to simply close my eyes and pretend would come back again and maybe if I missed it again it'll still come back like a simple pendulum of opportunities, oscillating in my favour. Taking a deep breath I tapped his shoulders, knelt down to the level of the chair and introduced myself, "Good evening sir, my name is Emmanuella..."
Then he put his arms around me and suddenly I felt calm. Yes, I was legit talking to Mr Zion Oshiobugie, The Academ…
The Parable of the Talents is one that currently has me feeling guilty. Why? I'm mighty good at being passive, at having logical and acceptable excuses for not doing a task. And I've been able to fight my 'silly' conscience pretty well that I now I fear for my lack of guilty feeling. (I'm a weirdo. Yes I know!)
If there's one thing I admire my mum for it's how she gets things done. How she sees something wrong, and suddenly BOOM! a strong ambition is born and she's fights with all her heart to fix it. I on the other hand am a different variety of her genes. I think 🤔. While I am aware of problems and can write up a beautiful solution to it or ponder deeply about the problem, doing something about it means I've given myself a hell of pep talk (by that I mean my mum or someone else has) or it's a do or die affair (according to the convincer). This is not to say I'm some bottled up person who stays mute. Nope! I can do stuff ...fix stu…
I failed not because i want to.
I failed not because the society was bad.
I failed not because the economy was crumbling.
I failed not because my parent had no money. I FAILED BECAUSE I HAD TO!
Failure being one of the most used adjective is usually used to describe under performance and inability to meet up as expected to a particular task, but we ourselves fail to realize that failure is not just a disappointment but a CHANCE.
We all have different definition to describe failure but i define it as a SECOND CHANCE
A second chance to rise.
A second chance to think.
A second chance to realize.
A second chance to WIN.
I failed not because i want to, but i failed just because i had to go back to identify with me mistake and make an advantage over it.
We all have and are still having our own fair share of failure in some areas, we all have and are also suffering from the discrimination attached to it but we miss out on a simple and clear fact that. FAILURES ARE NOT THOSE THAT FAILS AND …