You become a fruit of what you constantly sow in your subconscious thoughts. Shun every negative thoughts. #grace #teamE #alexjulietchinenyenwa

It's a beautiful morning. It's a wonderful day. Go out and conquer. #grace #goodmorning

Good evening y'all. So I'm thinking of starting a short story series where I'll post a chapter everyday. The title of the story is "FORBIDDEN LOVE" What do y'all think?

If you don't get up, make a move, take risks, explore and try new things. You just might spend the rest of your life regretting why you did not. Seize every moment. #grace #julietchineneyenwaalex

What Didn't I Do...? The pain of failure after fulfilling all the odds and ends stings more than that of someone who never tried at all. Why? Because your results don’t always reflect the tears, hard work, and grit you poured into the process. It’s a plight many of us can relate to. In frustration, we might blame God. We might blame the system—or even ourselves. But what if we looked at things differently? What didn't I do? Sometimes, viewing things from a narrower, more honest perspective reveals the flaws, oversights, and missteps we ignored at the start. Reflection isn't always about what you did wrong—it’s about what you didn’t do right. To grow, sometimes you have to identify what you didn’t do in order to improve what you did. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex #grace #julietchinenyenwaalex

"You're pregnant?" Abigail whispered causing several heads to stare at the table where they both sat. The librarian who was few inches away from them gave the hush sign. “Sorry,” Abigail muttered then lowering her voice she said to Gladys. "So... who's the father?" Gladys swallowed hard “That’s the problem. I don’t even know.” Abigail gave her a disgusted stare “So you were sleeping around?” “No. Yes. I don’t know,” she answered, her voice shaking. She lowered her head and began to sob. “My parents will kill me if they find out. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do.” Abigail sighed and rubbed her back. “It’s okay, Gladys. Stop crying because crying won’t change anything.” “So what do I do now?” Abigail hesitated, then whispered, “Well… you could abort it.” “That’s absurd,” Gladys replied. “Well… do what you want. But that’s the only thing I can suggest.” _______ Out of fear? Or simply looking for a solution Gladys took the advice. She aborted the baby. But she ended up with a damaged womb. A future she didn’t plan and a pain she didn’t pray for. ________ This is fictional story however it’s a reflection of what many girls go through. They make a mistake—and instead of seeking help, they cover it with another one. Sexual immorality is still wrong—no matter how glamorous it looks. No matter how many people normalize it. No matter how curious you are. And no, abortion isn’t “freedom”—it’s a deeper wound. God’s word says: “Flee youthful lusts…” — 2 Timothy 2:22 © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex

"They don't accept sh#t, but they're quick to dish it out to anyone." Let’s talk about these "I don't take nonsense" people — the scratch my back and I'll scratch yours type. You know them. The ones who pride themselves on having zero tolerance for disrespect, and they make sure everyone knows it. And honestly? There's nothing wrong with wanting to be treated with respect. Nobody enjoys being treated badly. That part is valid. But here’s the issue: many people in this category have double standards. They demand respect but don’t always give it. They shout “boundaries” but trample on others'. They cry foul at the slightest shade, yet casually toss shade like it's confetti. Bottom line: if you don’t like rubbish, don’t give it. Treat people the way you want to be treated. It’s not that deep — it’s just life principles. Happy Weekend by the way. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex

I Was a Bad Girl for Three Years Until... Florence Adeyemo — the Mary Magdalene of Jesuit High School. The kind of girl everyone admired. The girl her family and classmates fondly called Pastor Mrs. Flo. She was the white sheep of the senior block — gentle, elegant, holy, and brilliant. What better combination could anyone ask for? Flo did everything right. Not because she was a “Miss Perfect,” but because she genuinely lived a righteous life. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She simply loved God — and it showed. But then, something happened. Three weeks after the senior secondary school holiday, Flo started hanging out with Natasha — the class wolf. Natasha, the daughter of a senator, was wild and rebellious. Lazy in school, loud at parties. She lived for the nightlife and didn’t care what anyone thought. Flo told herself she was only trying to win Natasha over to Christ. After all, Jesus was always found among sinners, right? Her intentions were pure. Her boundaries were not. Slowly, Florence changed. The girl who used to whisper words of prayer began to speak words soaked in profanity. Her gracious, calm spirit gave way to a sharp, restless energy. She became defiant. Disrespectful. Rebellious. Overnight, Flo became a different person. A bad girl. Her fall was loud. It took serious intercession, divine mercy, and tough love to pull her back from the edge. The process wasn’t easy. But it worked. She learned her lesson — the hard way. No matter how pure your intentions are, the company you keep will shape your character. Set boundaries, or you may become what you were trying to change. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex #grace #julietchineneyenwaalex