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Sharon’s Smile #ItChangedMyLife

By Bolanle Olosunde
Pain is the single life’s reality that I could never tolerate, accept, or imagine. From the touch of a needle, to the ache on the head, to the throb of a wound or the painful monthly visitor for most ladies. I just hate them all. And somehow, like everyone else, I expect to be protected by my ever-loving God from as much pain as possible. And so, whenever a little hurt interrupts my schedule I look at God to say “Why me? And it felt okay, until I met Sharon.
Sharon was on a planning committee with me for a youth camp in Ilorin. She was in Abuja, I was in Lagos, and we had never met. She was not frequent in the WhatsApp meetings set up for us all to meet, but each time she attended she wanted us to pray, and she was always thankful. It was cool and refreshing, but I must confess that I didn’t really look forward to meeting her. She was pleasant, but there was nothing remarkable about her comments, and I didn’t know anything about her, so there was no love lost, nor expectations. Therefore, days to the camp, when the President of the committee kept saying that she was sick and needed our prayers, I would usually just say ‘it is well’, because as much as I hate pain, I take it for granted to pray about malaria, stomach upsets, or wounds to heal up, and I thought that was it for her too. She will get over it.
Fast forward to the second day of the camp, when I was told she had just flown into Ilorin from Abuja with her mum, and they needed airport pick up. Now, that got my attention. I mean, who comes to a youth camp with their mum on a VIP RIDE? I didn’t need to wait for long, I got my answer within an hour. My dearest Sharon has been travelling across countries, bonding with her mum, writing daily in her diary, building a closer relationship with her God, and visiting the best professionals in medicine because she was fighting cancer.
It shook me to the core, to see her try to stand, walk, and sit. It tore my heart to see how she picked her words, and tried so hard to do everything that came naturally to me. However, it was when she spoke to us all that the tears began to flow down my cheeks. I was lost in the stories of how she had continuously endured pain, but it shocked me more to hear the hope in her voice. She was so determined to win the fight against pain. She spoke about the future with so much confidence, and I melted, but what took me to my knees that night in my room was the way she worshipped God, the manner to which she expressed her undying gratitude and love for the lover of her soul who has preserved her.
That night, my life changed. And I realised very genuinely that my life does not belong to me. The only reason why I can dream, hope, and exist is because God gave me the permission.
We are not entitled to anything; not wealth, not fame, not health, and not even the joy of faith. We have this things because God chose to have mercy on us, and we must never take it for granted. Today, I am full of gratitude because God’s love is a gift, and Sharon, though not here in this world anymore, lives on in my heart, because the light that shined in her heart was bright enough to show me this truth.

This marks the end of #ItChangedMyLife as a series but I hope what you read during this month will continue to change your life.
I want to say a huge thanks to every writer, reader and people who took time to drop comments. God bless you guys.
Don’t stay faraway, something else is dropping soon on


I Served #ItChangedMyLife

By Kolo-Manma Joana

The year was 2015 and it was a significant year, not only because I became an adult but I was also called to serve – serve Him. I really must confess that if I had a choice,  I would have talked God out of it. Okay, I actually did try to negotiate with Him, but He just would have me serve and nothing else and since I had already pledged an allegiance to always allow His will have the upper hand, I had to give in. That’s how I started to serve as the General Secretary of my fellowship in school.
I need not bore you with the duties of a General Secretary but added to the numerous task of the office of a General Secretary is the task of heading a team that will produce a magazine. (Somebody say magazine! and make sure you put a little respect on it *lol*). At this juncture, I’ll like to say a big kudos to all magazine producers and editors out there, even if it’s a bulletin you get to produce, I give it to you!
First week in office and I’m basking in the euphoria of being the new General Secretary:  The ‘JJC mood.’ I lost count of the number of times I looked through the files handed over to me (mehn, I was so excited!). I promised God I’ll put in my only best to the work. I’ll make sure all letters are well punctuated, if not they will not be printed (I felt I was bad like that), I’ll make sure I write the minutes of all meetings (lol… that’s if I attended all the meetings), I’ll produce a magazine that will make Forbes grow green with envy. You know those promises we make.
I had big plans for the magazine: a rough sketch of its content, how we’ll raise a large sum that will leave something for the next team of editors (taaah…I pray o), the interviewee, you just name it. All was somewhere in my mind and also penned down. (You know they say something about the pen being mightier than the brain.*lol*)
Well, you remember that shoe your Aunty in the Philippines sent to you, which you adored so much but began to pale in significance after sometime, the same started happening to me in the sight of reality.
Although there still was that glimpse of hope that things will go smoothly but the enthusiasm was being whet down by circumstances. Sometimes, a letter which didn’t have a comma at the right place will just pass and I’ll have to console myself by saying that it is not a defect of substance but of technicality. *God help me*
Time to constitute the committee for the magazine came so fast.  I did same and was just as ready to share with them the ‘O’JoHannah’s dream’ for the magazine. Great team I had that worked with me to produce the magazine.
All of a sudden, I noticed that the path I imagined myself work in: paths devoid of stress, pain, disappointments,  tears etc. were all in Wonderland and I sadly wasn’t Alice, nothing near the realities that obtained on the real path.
Need I add that as General Secretary, I had to stand before the fellowship to give the announcement? (Lord, I thought this was just about letter writing!)
Okay, so back to the magazine. I encountered a lot of unplanned and unforeseen circumstances and began to doubt if God was really involved in this, Baby Christian attitude) because somewhere in the corner of my mind I had pictured a smooth ride or a journey where God shows up at every hard turn.
I remember that on two occasions I secretly prayed that the dates on the calendar be on a standstill so that the set date for launching the magazine will be farther away. One particular event stood out and that was with my laptop and phone.  It all got carted away a month to the launching and if you care to know, all the materials for the magazine were in soft copy format. That’s another way to say I lost everything; the laptop and phone went at a very critical stage of the production: editing, proof reading and all.
The second occasion was with one of the companies that was to advertise in the magazine.  We kept going back and forth on the price.  (By the way, I learnt negotiation skills)
As I write, it’s June 2016 and the magazine has been launched. I have also passed the baton of service to another but amidst all, I can look back and say that I have learnt some lessons:

1. Though we always have a plan; how we want things to go such as hoping to have graduated by 23, National Youth service completed at 24, but then ASUU comes with her strike *Gosh* but beyond human factors like ASUU, I have learnt that there is the God factor who always has A WILL and most often it prevails.  Need I say that sometimes our ways do not align with His will.

2. I learnt to depend on God more than ever before. God made me see Him as the only sure, dependable, ‘always got your back’ person and even when things are not smooth, God is at work and I don’t always have to see it.

3. People are not perfect. I learnt to leave room for offences and disappointment. If the person is not able to make up one, create one for him in your mind *winks*. Never expect too much, just hope for the best.
4. That I was a perfectionist and people cannot and will not always see things the way I do. They may not catch the vision. So I learnt to give some allowance (not the ones in clothing though)*lol*.
5. That as a good lawyer, (which I aim to be) I should know how to draft letters and so that was a session-in-training.
6. That there are people out there who have worked on same or something similar to what we are exploring.  Most times, they are willing to share their experiences. I have learnt to stand on the shoulders of Giants. (S/O to Adebayo Okeowo of In His Steps magazine.)
7. I saw another side to myself. It’s amazing how we think we know ourselves only to see an abated side of us spring into life.

I will never have been prepared for the roses of lessons that I picked from the thorns of this experience. Ask me tomorrow if I will have answered that particular call to serve again? I’ll say yes, because it changed my life.



By Ojo Ogbodo

May 13th 2014:
I heard a knock on my door past midnight, it was Seyi and she needed to borrow my phone. She had a dream and needed to talk to her dad but didn’t have airtime, and since everyone knew that I always had airtime, she came to borrow mine. She couldn’t reach him, and I assured her it was just a dream and she was being paranoid even though i didn’t bother to ask what the dream was about. Maybe I should have.
Two days later, Seyi came to my room, she was unusually quiet but I didn’t worry much, I was used to seeing her have mood swings anyways. We talked a little about the weather and about school; she only stayed for a few minutes and then left. “I am going home” she said, and I let her go. Later that evening, I got a text from her saying ‘I lost my dad, he had a stroke yesterday, but he died in the hospital today’. I felt terrible; maybe I should have cared more.
I couldn’t attend the burial; I had professional exams to write. I heard it went fine, but things changed after that. She lost a lot; her dad died, she failed at school that semester, most of her dad’s property was collected by relatives, her mom lost it, what was left of the family was in pieces. I’d often see her post things online about him, and I’ll reply “God is in control”. But I guess what she needed was not to feel alone.
I watched it all unfold; the gradual change. Like when she decided she was going to pay someone to take her final exams for her, when she cut her hair and all I could say was “this is an awesome look”, when she travelled every weekend because she had “someone” to see and I covered for her, when we took shots all nights because we were trying to drown the past. I should have said something when she called me to come help her pick an apartment to rent, because her mom was a pain in the ass, or the nights she kept me up telling me how the world was filled with hypocrisy especially the church, I should have told her then that God was bigger than the so called Christians that warm the pews every Sunday instead of just saying “you have a point…”
Seyi grew to love her pills, she loved how they rattled in her bag, I knew when she started pills, it was Jamal; the guy she was seeing at that time, that introduced her to it and even after they broke up she never stopped. When she started smoking marijuana I knew then she got her supplies from Imran; her friend from way back, when I realised that Seyi didn’t mean soda when she said “coke”. I realised then it was late, she wasn’t Seyi anymore. Then I tried to say something but her words broke my heart “relax Sara, we only live to die anyways, besides it’s too late to turn back now”.
Seyi got sick from a drug overdose, I went to see her in the hospital before her family sent her to rehab in South Africa. Her mother asked me, “you were so close to her why didn’t you say something to us?”.
Sometimes, Seyi would say, “I am not like you Sara” and often I’d reply “we are all different in our own ways”. I should have done more than offer smart quotes. I watched Seyi’s life change and I said nothing, until it was too late.
Now I have learnt to always speak up, to listen more to people and hear the words they don’t say. It has taught me that being a good friend isn’t about being present and being supportive, I have learnt to care. I now understand that people cry out for help in their action but many times we are too carried away to notice. I was selfish, Seyi trusted me and I was not a good friend to her. I didn’t say anything when it was right and #itchangedmylife


Road Rage #ItChangedMyLife

By Adebayo Okeowo

It was some minutes past 8pm and I was driving along Tanke road in Ilorin, Nigeria. Sitting right next to me was my younger brother. All of a sudden, our brotherly conversation was rudely and abruptly interrupted when a reckless driver pulled a dangerous stunt while overtaking from my blind side.

I watched as he zoomed off without a hand wave of apology! I was miffed! So I switched moods and changed gears with a resolve to chase after this incredulously rude driver and teach him a lesson or at least force him to apologize. “Who even approved his driver’s license?” was one of the several questions pouring through my mind as I raced after him.

I soon caught up and was now driving parallel to ‘Mr Annoying’. From my car to his, I kept shooting him angry glances and throwing up my fists demanding an apology. To my shock, he brazenly attempted to edge me off the two-lane road by swerving my way. I could not believe his audacity and was definitely more resolute to make him feel sorry. My brother who was right next to me asked me to let it go. But it was already too late for such sensible statements. So I stepped hard on my accelerator and charged after the driver.

As we raced on, we overtook cars, made sharp turns, honked loudly and swerved dangerously. It seemed like a scene out of a Hollywood blockbuster. Except that no cops were chasing us. We were the ones chasing each other. Or more appropriately put, I was doing the chasing.

I continued chasing; making every turn he made, waiting for that moment when he will finally pull over and offer an apology. I tailed him until he drove into a compound and parked. Driving through the gate as well, I parked behind him and we both got out of our cars.

It was time for a showdown!

Before I could utter two words, the young looking driver called out instructions to the security guard to lock the gates! My eyes wanted to pop out! Did he think he could hold us hostage? While I was still in thought, his next words showed his real intent;

‘These guys must be thieves. They have been tailing me for the last five minutes”

Alarm bells and red flags started flying all over the place. This matter had escalated so quickly and I could not believe it. Immediately, my legal knowledge kicked into overdrive as I threatened him by citing the consequences of his actions.  But he would have none of it; he was already planning to make phone calls to the cops.

At that point, it became obvious that no matter the amount of English speeches we gave or sections of the law I cited, the odds seemed stacked against us. The question anyone would have asked us would have been: If indeed you were not tailing him, how did your car end up in his compound?

I was angry for allowing my anger get me into such a fix. I placed a call to my Dad and told him of the situation. Several minutes passed, more threats flew back and forth and eventually when Dad arrived, his intervention ended our ‘hostage’ situation. Needless to say that upon arriving at home that night, Dad held a proper session with me.

So today when I easily forgive annoyances by fellow road users, it’s because I have learnt that anger is poisonous. It can eat you up so fast and leave you regretting your actions and words after the phase of your vexation has passed. There is no doubt there are people who still try to ruin your day and your mood with their nasty driving (especially those yellow bus drivers in Lagos, the Matatu drivers in Nairobi and the Taxi drivers of Pretoria). For all of them, I have a singular response:

I hand you over to God!


I Listened To The Destined Kids #ItChangedMyLife

By Peace Olanrewaju
It wasn’t just me, there were lot of kids who really enjoyed listening to “THE DESTINED KIDS”. We would call them “destiny kids”. They were the pioneer ‘children musicians’ and also, the most popular band with very young members.                                         I was just a kid ‘coming up those stairs’ and like most of my peers, I always wanted someone to buy me their CDs. I can remember my mum asking my brother to get me their CD, alongside a Christmas CD – against his wish, I guess. It’s possible he didn’t understand why I needed it, ko le ye won.
It brought excitement to see children of my age doing something that gradually sparked a flame inside of me. Maybe when others listened to them, they became happy. I was different, I wasn’t just happy, I got inspired, I got motivated.
At that time, I was discovering my talent. Their songs helped me savour every bit of my “discovery”. I would pick a song of theirs and use the title or the concept to compose mine. I used to wonder if their life was so beautiful that they lacked nothing. Sometimes, I wondered how they felt dancing in front of the camera. Weren’t they shy? Could I do the same? I doubted that I could.  I imagined, I dreamt, I longed for it, I wished, I wished and I wished to be like them till I got over them and moved on but I never let go of that treasure I had found. They were the motivation behind a lot of songs I wrote back then. Beautiful songs that sound childish now. I just laugh at myself when I recall them.
However, things have changed, I’m a teenager now. I’m Peace Olans and I clock 17 today. I know better. I write songs, I sing them, I engage in warm-ups. I sing Beyonce’s “Listen” over and over again to see if my voice can beat hers. I learn everyday to be contented with my own voice. It’s a process I still undergo.
I’m still a fan of “The destined kids” and I’ll always appreciate what they’ve done for me. They’re still making music, it’s something I’m sure of but I don’t listen to them anymore because as I grow older, I discover new artists who inspire me. I follow one of them on Instagram but I’ve never thanked her for what she and her family did for me. It may or may not count.
These days, I listen to Blanca and other artists, they are my new muse. I appreciate upcoming artists, I pursue my dreams in my own little way but I will never forget the zeal the Destined Kids ignited in me. It’s something that’ll stay aglow through moments of doubts.
I feel really happy to share my heart with you and let you know that everything you do counts. When you hear that still small voice telling you to do something, do it! Let someone beautiful write something beautiful about you someday.

P.S. Today is Peace’s birthday, be a darling and drop her a birthday wish. Gracias.


Her Smile #ItChangedMyLife

By Babalola Michael

I am guessing you think I’m talking about a close up or an Oral B advert but neither is true…

Or perhaps you are thinking- what is so special about a smile, that it can result to a changed life? People smile all the time for Christ sake!.. people with gap tooth, coloured tooth and even people with no tooth, they all smile; but this was different, this was special, this was sent…

Enough playing around, but how and where did I meet this infamous and unusual smile….Believe me, it was not one of those hollywood romantic moment where the lady stands across the street with her numerous shoping bags hanging from both hands, while also trying to keep her dress from flowing with the wind as she tosses her head in slow motion managing one of the most divine smile I have ever seen.

I was just in the house trying to distract myself with some tv programmes when my phone buzzed, the lady with the green scarf sent me her picture, I opened it and the smile, oh God! The smile-it sent shivers down my spine…. it was heavenly. I stared at the picture for a while trying to explain why my brain is in overdrive and my heart pumping blood faster than it should just by looking at her picture…

The smile revealed a perfect dentition like that of someone who has her regular dentist appointment on lock down, the smile reflected a beauty so crude, yet so refined; locked deep within her soul, you know those kind of obvious beauty that screams ‘take me to mama’, yeah that’s  the kind….I was and I’m still blown and lost in its awe.

I know you are waiting for the part where the smile changed my life, okay… suspense over- It changed my perspective, right there on the spot I decided to always look for beauty in unexpected places, I learnt  to always look beneath the surface, I learnt to seek out real value and not face value and I learnt to look for a place inside pain where Joy resides…

I met a smile and it changed my life…


Photoshop #ItChangedMyLife

By Oluwafemi PhemieMichael Iranloye

A picture says a thousand words… this is true
A picture does not lie!
Good. Now that we have established those facts, let’s proceed

I’m an art person.
I’ve always been into some form of visual art or the other. I can remember vividly how happy I would get whenever I got a set of markers or watercolour when I was in primary school. I used to draw a whole lot.
I even started a company with two of my friends, Opeyemi Daniel and Dimeji Faworaja when we were in Primary 4. The whole aim, vision and mission statement of the ‘company’, OpFeDim as we called it, was to make cards or drawings for our classmates whenever their birthdays came up.
We ended up employing the entire class. No jokes. We drew up I.D cards for everybody and once you misplace yours, you’re automatically fired. One of our friends, however misplaced her card. I will withhold the name of this friend, as many of you might know her, so Tolulope Aramide Fawole, don’t worry, you’re safe.
Seeing that all three of us had a crush on her at the time, we had that rule amended.
I was born into a computer family, so I started using the software ‘Paint’ as early as I can remember. We progressed… from paint to other software whose names I can’t remember then to CorelDraw.
It was all really fun… until one day like that, some friends and I went to this photo studio and I saw this guy taking pimples out of people’s faces on their computer. I was so excited. I mean, Abimbola Dairo’s face became smooth!!!
I started asking questions. I wanted to know more, but the guy basically told me to stop disturbing him. All I had to do was look for the name of the software. It was *drumroll please* Photoshop!!!
I looked for and found the installation disc for it (Photoshop 7, really archaic) went home that same day and installed it. I had a 10mp sony camera that was a really big deal at the time, so I took pictures of my brother, Damilola and worked some trial and error magic on it. Till this day, I’m proud of that design.
Brothers and sisters, come and help me praise the Lord!!!
Oh, in case you were still wondering how Photoshop has changed my life, I say with tears of Joy in my eyes that it was only because of Photoshop that I got to marry the woman of my dreams, as evident in the picture below.
In case you didn’t notice, that’s Gabrielle Union, Gabby booboo as I call her. We agreed she could keep her last name, cos you know, 21st century. Don’t we make such a cute and happy couple?
P.S: graphic designer guy at quintessence that sent me away, I’m still looking for you.


Love Came #ItChangedMyLife

By Moyo Oloruntoyin

Love changed me. I know you have heard it so many times it has become trite. Love has probably changed you too. That’s who Love is. As we all know change is not easy so yeah sometimes Love can be a brute. Oh! Forget what 1 Corinthians 13 says, Love is a brute. Love will always get the job done (1 Corinthians 13:8 ) and sometimes, in some people that requires the ‘I no be gentleman at all’ approach. Where Love’s sweet caress didn’t get you to budge, she could as well knock the winds out of you and drag you all the way to Nirvana.
Love changed me. It is exactly what you think, then also it is not.
Before Love
When I was little, the devil came. It was either my sister or I. It took me and I hated my sister for it! It was no fault of hers but even knowing that I hated her still. Perhaps hate was the only way to abide the devil’s hand, but long after the devil was gone the hate remained. Not as though I was blatant in my loathing but it was apparent in the little things; needless cruelty in our sibling rivalry, gelid detachment when I had to relate with her. I recall a particular incident, she was finishing up an assignment as I walked by I could see she got a lot of answers wrong and I kept on walking.
At First Sight
I can never forget the day Love came. It was a Thursday afternoon. Mother had just put to bed. I can’t remember how we got to the hospital but I do remember the nurse on duty. It was Nurse Wa gba abeere (Her answer to everything was injection! -_-)
As we walked towards the maternity ward, I dragged my feet, my thoughts were all about, as I tried to rein them in I realized I was in a dither and I wondered why. I already knew it would be a girl (Long story but you can already tell I had evil genius potential) but apparently foresight is not enough to still a fretting heart. Nurse WaGbaAbeere opened the door, my sister ran past me to Mother and I just stopped and stared. Mother was already dressed and ready to go. She looked up at me and said “Won’t you come and meet your baby sister?”. I said nothing, I moved forward and Mother placed Love in my fragile hands. She was wrapped in a fluffy white cotton blanket and I suddenly realized how unclean my hands were, all the filthy places they had been. My hands trembled, Love opened her eyes and I could see. Even as tears blurred my vision, I could see. I could see that no matter how haunting the darkness it is no reason not to let in the light. I could see it didn’t matter what had happened or why, all that mattered was what I did. I could see it was okay to cry if I wanted to. Love smiled and shut her eyes. So I cried and held Love close.
That night as we sat at dinner, I gave my sister my piece of chicken. Everyone wondered if I had a fever.
The Journey So Far
Change is a journey. A very unexpected journey as many Nigerians would attest. My journey with Love has been filled with many such profound moments as the day we first met. Every good that I’ve done is a reflection of Love and the bad would be much worse if it weren’t for her. Love was God’s healing hands on my broken heart. Love changed me and changes me still.
Happy Birthday to my Baby Sister, Love Oloruntoyin Morolake. It’s been 11 amazing years and you still make all the stupid love songs make sense. 🙂


I went from 1st to 7th #ItChangedMyLife

I moved from 1st to 7th position…#ItChangedMyLife
Quickly, before I go on, I’m grateful to the Literary Rockstar – Lord Josh himself – for this beautiful privilege. Thank you Sire.
Back to how my life changed:
Little wonder how we tend to beat ourselves in situations and feel quite uncomfortable in our own skins when we do not get that which we aim for.
It was in my second year in Junior Secondary School (JSS 2 to be precise) and I had just transferred from another school because we had to relocate as a family. In my previous school, I was on top of my class – I aced my grades in all the three terms and it was so much joy. Consequently, I moved to my new school with the undaunted feeling that I was going to be the best student. But oh well, first term ended, I opened the brown envelope that contained the term’s result, and as my eyes moved straight to the position, I saw 7th. I felt a lump in my throat and I fought hard to hold back the tears. It was a shocker!
Second term came and I came 4th; the same happened in the third term and believe you me, I was frustrated. I just could not fathom what was going on – I mean I was active in class, prompt in assignments, “Ella Enchanted” to instructions but nothing was happening. I felt stagnant and stupid. Of course, my parents could not even explain what had become of me in this new school (but they’re awesome people – I wasn’t scolded).
During the break of my second year, however, I tried to figure out what went wrong. I realized that all the while, I had been competing with others, wanting to be better than my classmates by every means possible. I lost myself…
In the first term of third year (JSS 3), I came second. This time, I was a girl that just wanted to be better than who she was yesterday and not than someone else. The next two terms had me in front of my class and it was absolutely lovely. It felt like a new dawn – Did I just say felt? – *sigh* it was actually a new dawn!
Don’t get me wrong, it’s absolutely great to learn from others, appreciate them and admire them but I learnt that you are your greatest competition and I have thrown comparison away since then. I saw my uniqueness and authenticity. I have taken the better road – falling and growing in love with whom God has made me to be – and I am still on that road.
I hope this sets a fire in your heart! Thanks for reading. *wink*


I Saw You Kissing #ItChangedMyLife

By Stephany.

It was a cold night, I wore thick sweaters with jeans to brace myself from the cold, but I still hadn’t braced myself enough for what I was about to witness. I wasn’t prepared for it, I couldn’t have been in a million years. I saw you kissing someone. It wasn’t that my young self hadn’t seen anyone do that before, no, we see that in the movies all the time, I was stunned because you were kissing someone of the same sex! I was shocked, confused, disgusted, disappointed. I kept staring for a while, I just couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. You didn’t realize I saw you that night and I wasn’t going to tell you either. I just made up my mind to cut all ties with you. I couldn’t have someone committing such abominable act in my life. I needed sanity and direction in life, not people doing ‘strange’ things. I started to ignore you and keep my distance and our friendship deteriorated. Slowly, you finally realized what I knew and tried to make amends. But I wasn’t having any of that. I was too holy to behold your iniquity but somehow, you kept reappearing in my life. It was as if God kept aligning our paths. You kept apologising for that night and told me your struggles and how you really didn’t want to be that person. I didn’t know if I could stand you so I still kept away. But yet in all your struggles you strangely kept confiding in me. We then decided to work on this habit and started having bible study together and praying together and doing stuff together. Till date, those moments are still one of the best moments of my life. I saw you grow and become a way better person, who still struggled…but prevailed anyway. I saw you start to lead bible study in church and become the person other youths looked up to. I saw you becoming my spiritual compass and prayer partner. Someone who brought me right back to God when I slipped.  I saw you become the real person that God made you to be. Sometimes I look back and wonder if that night ever happened or if it was just my imagination. Meeting you made me realize that people fall, it’s not about not falling but it’s about rising up after the fall. It made me realize that being gay isn’t a biological attribute or inherent in a person but a choice and God can help whoever seeks to be helped. It helped me realize that casting people who have derailed and acting like you are better than them isn’t what God has called us to do but rather being a friend indeed and providing a shoulder to lean on. I wouldn’t lie and say you became a better person in a day, no, it took time but I’m happy you finally got here. Even though you have family to attend to now and we are not as close as we were many, many years ago but still, I would always be grateful to God that I met you and that God used me to make you a  better person and vice versa. Meeting you made a great part of who I am today. Meeting you changed my life.  *A note to everyone struggling with bad habits….myself included. Please do remember that a problem shared is a problem half solved, get a confidant and talk it through, pray together. Having that friend may just change your life for good! 🙂