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

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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
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History: A Guide to the Present and the Future.

The study of the past to understand the present and predict the future is the sole purpose of history. Yet, it is quite unfortunate that many who study history fail to learn its lessons.

Time and time again, century after century, people keep making the same mistakes their forefathers made. They pass down these mistakes—knowingly or unknowingly—to their children, who in turn pass them to the next generation.

Historical mistakes don’t just lie in matters of health; they affect all aspects of life. A society that doesn’t learn from history is bound to keep moving in circles, repeating old patterns and handing them over to future generations.

So, learn from history. Don’t just memorize historical names and dates. Understand the why, the how, and the consequences. History is the study of the past, to understand the present and predict the future.

So do you just know history and not learn the lessons?

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Starlight.

Starlight was a kingdom in the vast heavens, home to countless stars scattered across the sky. Each one shone in its own way—some brightly, others dimly. Among them was one star who never believed in its own ability to shine.

Though born into a territory known for mediocrity—a place where stars glimmered faintly—this star accepted the lie that it was never meant to shine. So, every time the others rose to light up the sky, he hid behind the glow of the moon, whispering excuses to himself.

He did this day after day, until eventually... he crumbled into a crust—an echo of the light he never let shine

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We are all stars, born to shine. It is a disservice to God, to yourself, and to humanity when you choose to dim the light placed within you.

Your environment should never define your potential. Our Lord Jesus was born in Nazareth—a place so overlooked that people asked, "Can anything good come out of Nazareth?" Yet, Jesus lived a radiant life, standing out among His peers, subordinates, and superiors.

You are meant to shine.

Don’t let self-doubt, sin, or fear rob the world of your light. Step out today. Shine with purpose. Shine with boldness.

Shine because the world needs your light.

© Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
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"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

"Look at how skinny she is. I hope she doesn’t have HIV,” Annabel whispered to her gossip mate, Gloria, as Temidayo, the new girl, walked past their table.
Giggling softly, Gloria glanced back and smirked.
“I bet she has ****** too.”
They burst into laughter, loud enough to drown out the chatter in the classroom.

Annabel’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “I have an idea,” she said, rising from her seat.
The two girls marched confidently toward where Temidayo—who preferred to be called Temi—sat, her head buried in a book.

“Miss Skinniest Girl in the Universe, what are you reading?” Annabel mocked, slapping her palm down on the open page.
Temi flinched and pulled her book away. “Leave me alone, please,” she said quietly.

Gloria chuckled. “Why don’t you want problems? Is it because you’re so slim? Afraid one touch will break your bones?” She gave Temi a hard nudge on the shoulder.

Temi’s grip tightened on the book. Her heart raced.
“I SAID, LEAVE ME ALONE!” she screamed, swinging the book and hitting Gloria squarely in the face.

The class froze.
The scuffle that followed was short but fierce—leaving both girls with bloody noses and stunned silence in their wake.

They were punished severely. But for Temidayo, the pain ran deeper than the bruises. That day, she learned a painful truth:

Never let anyone push you to the edge where your actions are ruled by rage.
Because once anger takes the wheel, regret often rides in the backseat.

© Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
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When your eyes become your lord, you will be bound to satisfy all their cravings—whether good or evil.

“Do not take anything with you when leaving, okay?” the elderly man warned sternly. His voice echoed through the small room as he addressed the four young men taking shelter in his home. A violent storm had swept through the city, stranding them on their way back to their respective universities.

“Yes, sir,” they chorused, watching the elderly man quietly step out of the room.

Charles flopped onto the bed, eyes roaming across the ceiling.
“This room looks like it hasn’t been used in a century,” he said.

“How would you know?” Peter asked, unpacking his bag.

“Look at those drawings. They look like Mediterranean-era paintings.” He pointed toward the ceiling.

“Historian!” Henry mocked, making the others burst into laughter.

“I’m serious,” Charles insisted. “I bet there are ancient antiques in this house. First thing tomorrow, I’m going searching.”

“Remember what the old man said,” John reminded him.

“Forget the old man,” Charles replied, shutting his eyes with a smirk.


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The next day, the storm cleared. The water receded, and the sun pierced through the clouds. The housemaster gathered the boys and gave them parting words of wisdom. In return, they handed him small tokens of appreciation and went on their way.

But not long after their departure, the housemaster made a troubling discovery—one of his most precious antiques was missing.

Panicked, he raised an alarm. The neighbors quickly rallied and pursued the young men. When they caught up with them, a search was conducted—and the missing item was found tucked inside Charles' bag.

They were all arrested and thrown into a prison cell.


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This fictional tale echoes the ancient story of Achan—a man who let his eyes override the commandments of God.

Achan saw, desired, and took—and his disobedience brought ruin not only upon himself, but upon his people.

Just like Charles, when the eyes become your master, you’ll be driven to satisfy every craving, regardless of consequence.

Beware what your eyes fixate on—because what you stare at too long, you may start to crave. And what you crave, you may soon disobey to obtain.

© Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex

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
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You become what you feed on daily. Feed on the right things. Good morning.

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