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

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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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

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

"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

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My Only Crime Was Being a Slim Girl Sitting beneath the silver glow of the moon, Anita exhaled softly, fighting back the tears swelling in her eyes. She ran a hand through her thick, curly hair as her mind drifted back to the events of the day. The morning had started with a wave of nausea—it felt like her period was around the corner. “Ugh,” she groaned, stepping carefully down the brown wooden staircase. Her family was already seated at the breakfast table. “Good morning, everyone,” she greeted quietly, sliding into the seat beside her father. “I feel sick,” she muttered. “Well, if you ate more, maybe you wouldn’t feel that way. Look at you—you’re all bones and skeleton,” her sister Janice said, casually. The room fell silent. “Janice!” their mother snapped, eyes wide. “That’s a very rude thing to say to your younger sister. Apologize now.” She passed the golden Penny butter to Anita, whose face had already fallen. “I’m sorry. I was only joking. Anita knows that,” Janice mumbled with a nervous chuckle. Anita forced a smile and shrugged, but those words clung to her like a shadow. The rest of the day dragged by. She kept to herself, brushing off her friends’ attempts to cheer her up. At school, things only got worse. Amarachi, the class bully, didn’t hold back. “Anita, this your cloth no fit you at all. You be like broom wey dem dress up. You sure say breeze no go carry you one day?” she sneered. Laughter exploded around her. Anita didn’t flinch, but her heart did. Now, under the calm night sky, Anita sat in silence. She licked her lips, wondering why the world could be so cruel to someone who had done nothing wrong—except exist in her own skin. But as the breeze touched her cheek, she made a silent vow: she would no longer give anyone the power to define her worth. No more shrinking back. No more tears. No more allowing people to body-shame her into silence. She would love herself—slim body and all. Her only crime was being a slim girl. And that was no crime at all. --- Dear Reader, Have you ever been judged or body-shamed for being too slim, too fat, too short, too tall—just too something? You're not alone. Let’s speak up and lift each other. Drop a comment below if you've ever experienced body shaming and how you overcame it. Tag someone who needs to hear this. Share to spread love, not judgment. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex #grace #julietchinenyenwaalex

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