• 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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    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
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  • "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
    "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
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  • Land Cruiser 2015 Model.
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  • Over 2,200 years ago, a man measured the Earth… using shadows and a stick.

    In the 3rd century BCE, in the great Egyptian city of Alexandria, lived a man named Eratosthenes.
    Some mocked him by calling him Beta — the second letter of the Greek alphabet — implying he was second-best at everything. But in truth, he was an Alpha in knowledge.

    Astronomer, geographer, philosopher, poet, historian, mathematician, and director of the Great Library of Alexandria — he was a true Renaissance man… centuries before the Renaissance.

    One day, he read in a scroll that in the city of Syene (modern-day Aswan), on June 21st, the summer solstice, a vertical stick cast no shadow at noon. The sun stood directly overhead. But in Alexandria, on the same day and same hour, a stick did cast a shadow.

    Where most would overlook such a detail, Eratosthenes saw a cosmic clue.

    He reasoned:
    If the Earth were flat, the sun’s rays would hit both sticks equally — the shadows would match. But they didn’t.
    So, what could explain the difference?
    Only a curved Earth.

    He measured the angle of the shadow in Alexandria. It was about 7 degrees — roughly 1/50th of a full circle.
    He hired someone to measure the distance between Syene and Alexandria: about 800 kilometers.
    Then he did the math:
    800 km × 50 = 40,000 km — the circumference of the Earth.

    That’s astonishingly accurate.
    No satellites. No telescopes. No calculators.
    Just observation, curiosity, and a mind that dared to ask why.

    Eratosthenes became the first person to calculate the size of a planet — and he did it by watching how a stick cast its shadow.

    ~ Carl Sagan
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    Over 2,200 years ago, a man measured the Earth… using shadows and a stick. In the 3rd century BCE, in the great Egyptian city of Alexandria, lived a man named Eratosthenes. Some mocked him by calling him Beta — the second letter of the Greek alphabet — implying he was second-best at everything. But in truth, he was an Alpha in knowledge. Astronomer, geographer, philosopher, poet, historian, mathematician, and director of the Great Library of Alexandria — he was a true Renaissance man… centuries before the Renaissance. One day, he read in a scroll that in the city of Syene (modern-day Aswan), on June 21st, the summer solstice, a vertical stick cast no shadow at noon. The sun stood directly overhead. But in Alexandria, on the same day and same hour, a stick did cast a shadow. Where most would overlook such a detail, Eratosthenes saw a cosmic clue. He reasoned: If the Earth were flat, the sun’s rays would hit both sticks equally — the shadows would match. But they didn’t. So, what could explain the difference? Only a curved Earth. He measured the angle of the shadow in Alexandria. It was about 7 degrees — roughly 1/50th of a full circle. He hired someone to measure the distance between Syene and Alexandria: about 800 kilometers. Then he did the math: 800 km × 50 = 40,000 km — the circumference of the Earth. That’s astonishingly accurate. No satellites. No telescopes. No calculators. Just observation, curiosity, and a mind that dared to ask why. Eratosthenes became the first person to calculate the size of a planet — and he did it by watching how a stick cast its shadow. ~ Carl Sagan #astronomer #geographers
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  • Friday's good cause Sunday is coming.

    Happy Easter in advance.
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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

    ________________

    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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    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 ________________ 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 #grace #JulietChinenyenwaAlex
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  • 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.

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

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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.


    ---

    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.


    ---

    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
    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. --- 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. --- 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
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  • "When did you start putting on makeup?" Chisom asked, watching her roommate struggle to apply mascara.

    "Lately," Danielle replied, still focused on the mirror.

    "I don't know what this is, but you have to stop it," Chisom said, getting out of bed. She slipped into her fluffy pink slippers and walked into the bathroom.

    "Are you jealous of me?" Danielle shouted after her.

    Chisom burst into laughter.

    A few minutes later, she came out, wiping her face with a towel. Standing akimbo, she looked at her roommate, who now resembled a runaway clown.

    "Why would I be jealous of you?"

    "Then why are you opposing my choice of appearance?" Danielle asked, trying to fix her hair.

    "You're changing yourself to fit into that flashy group you joined last week. You're trying to please them, but you're displeasing yourself. In the end, you'll only confuse yourself," Chisom said, climbing back into bed.

    Danielle pouted, silently reflecting on what Chisom had just said.

    ---

    Have you ever found yourself doing things you normally wouldn’t, just to fit in or impress others?

    Maybe you’ve compromised your values or changed your appearance — not because you wanted to, but because you were afraid of being left out.

    Here’s the truth:

    People-pleasers often try to satisfy everyone but end up pleasing no one. The people you're trying so hard to impress may never be satisfied — and worse, they might even see you as fake. At the end of the day, you lose yourself.

    So don't live to please people.

    Be true to yourself. That’s where real confidence lies.

    © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
    "When did you start putting on makeup?" Chisom asked, watching her roommate struggle to apply mascara. "Lately," Danielle replied, still focused on the mirror. "I don't know what this is, but you have to stop it," Chisom said, getting out of bed. She slipped into her fluffy pink slippers and walked into the bathroom. "Are you jealous of me?" Danielle shouted after her. Chisom burst into laughter. A few minutes later, she came out, wiping her face with a towel. Standing akimbo, she looked at her roommate, who now resembled a runaway clown. "Why would I be jealous of you?" "Then why are you opposing my choice of appearance?" Danielle asked, trying to fix her hair. "You're changing yourself to fit into that flashy group you joined last week. You're trying to please them, but you're displeasing yourself. In the end, you'll only confuse yourself," Chisom said, climbing back into bed. Danielle pouted, silently reflecting on what Chisom had just said. --- Have you ever found yourself doing things you normally wouldn’t, just to fit in or impress others? Maybe you’ve compromised your values or changed your appearance — not because you wanted to, but because you were afraid of being left out. Here’s the truth: People-pleasers often try to satisfy everyone but end up pleasing no one. The people you're trying so hard to impress may never be satisfied — and worse, they might even see you as fake. At the end of the day, you lose yourself. So don't live to please people. Be true to yourself. That’s where real confidence lies. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
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  • You become a fruit of what you constantly sow in your subconscious thoughts.

    Shun every negative thoughts.
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  • "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
    #grace
    #julietchineneyenwaalex
    "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 cancer 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 #grace #julietchineneyenwaalex
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