Diary of Ige

A beautiful, healthy and prosperous year 2022 to anyone reading this! I pray that you are reading this in a place of excellent health and a positive outlook to what 2022 holds. If nothing, hope for the best in every situation is something we need to learn to hold on to tightly. I am so thankful to God for getting through 2021, not just because it was nothing short of a lighter shade of 2020 but for the help and guidance through every single day! Like most people I do tend to pen down a few lines of my new year resolutions and try to follow through with most if not all. Top on my list is always a deeper love for God no matter what life throws at me and always knowing I can depend on a higher strength when I come to the end of mine. I have been considering what exactly I wanted for 2022 and I have been going over the past few years and the progress I've made professionally and personally and what more I wanted in the next 12 months? What I would love is to look for more way

One of my fondest memories growing up in a Christian home was the morning and night devotion, this is where we come together as a family to praise, read the Bible and pray. Though, I am only now appreciating it looking back in time, as I didn’t always look forward to it then. I remember in the mornings, the prayer bell rang just as I was changing my sleep gears, just when I was about enjoying that deeper level of sleep! It would be a struggle to get out of bed and I'd mumble through the praise and worship. I would long for when it ended, and I could quickly drop to my knees for the prayers which would give me the chance to bury my face in the soft cushions where I could resume my sleep, of course enduring/totally ignoring annoying nudges from whoever is next to me who has noticed my silence or heard my quiet snoring and is trying to wake me up! Night prayers brought about its own annoyance, the bell could go when you are just about finishing an interesting movie and that was when

My goodness! I can’t believe I am just coming into this now! Where have I been? I won’t be too hard on myself though, my mom-hands have been full and there is a time for everything under the heavens, just thankful I can do this now. Not here to endorse or promote any trading platform, person or organisation. I have basically just made this discovery and spent the last several weeks educating myself by watching loads of videos on YouTube, listening to trade influencers, reading trading blogs and even studying the different stock exchange markets. I’ve familiarized myself with trading terms, what they mean, learnt about different types of trading platforms, investment types and just about everything related to it. It’s good to do your own due diligence when you want to try anything out for the first time, just so you feel confident enough to go into it. This is what I have been doing. I have tried to understand the potential risks involved in trading crypto, stocks and shares and d

The first thing I remembered when I woke up this morning was a poem I had been taught in primary school: My Mother by Ann Taylor . It was taught as a song and I kept singing it repeatedly in my head, couldn’t sing it out loud as I wanted my little munchkins to think I didn’t even remember it was Mother’s Day. I’d been ignoring the huddling together, conversing in hushed tones, walking into a room and the frantic packing away of God knows what! Lol! Well, I found out they were making me bracelets. They never fail to surprise me pleasantly any chance they get and all I wanted to do was carry on as if I did not know they were planning something. I have read many amazing messages from people and comments on social media. One in particular, stuck with me: “a mother can play any role, but her role is one that no one else can play” This made me pause and think of how important the relationship between a mother and a child is, and I include anyone that has stepped into that role: dads,

I have searched and still can’t find the right words to adequately express my sadness, and if I feel this way, I can’t even begin to imagine how the family and friends of Sarah Everard must be feeling at this time. Every time her picture came up on the screen these past days, I’d look intently at her face, like I was searching for…answers? Her smile looked like that of a kind person and I am certain she was one, and much loved by people in her world. I didn’t see anything that would make her a threat to anyone. So, was it her gender that put her at risk? My heart is racing as I type this question. I’m appalled, disgusted and even angry that this could happen, why do we do this to one another? Why do we look inward and come up with a reason, any reason at all to even think of hurting a fellow human? If you have no value for another life, it means you have no value for your own. But your life means something, every life does. I thought this week was tough on me emotionally as a par

…when everything is said and done, what will matter most is how well you guarded your crown... Reference: Revelation 3 vs 11 So we've come to the end of the first working week in 2021 and it seems like it is already a full month! So much have happened in just one week, it’s like 2021 is trying to take 2020 on a romantic date but no way are we going to endorse that relationship, it cannot be allowed! Who's with me?! Lol! So glad and thankful to be back at work, albeit remotely and to find my colleagues all safe and well. The reality of being in another lockdown is not pleasant, but we will do what we can to get out of this, we owe it to one another. If we think we are strong enough to get through this, let's remember some are struggling and if we do what is right, the quicker we get out of this pandemic and the better for us all. Please, let's continue to look after one another by wearing facemasks and social distancing as advised. Like many, I've been followin

Hi, just decided to share my thoughts this last night of 2020. If you ask me how I got to this last day of 2020, I can only think of one of the songs that carried me through the year as an answer, that is  Akamdinelu by Mercy Chinwo . I honestly just lived it minute by minute, but I've never been so mindful and grateful for all those precious minutes. If anyone can raise up their hands and say they made it this far on their own strength and wisdom, I will certainly call them liars. This year tested us, but I saw the best of my fellow humans this year as I believe it gave us a chance to reflect on our life choices and how well they are working for us or against us. I also believe it tested our strength and showed us where our strength ends and can't take anymore is where God's strength picks us up and helps us continue. I was guilty of echoing "Can't 2020 be over already" before I realised I had not fully figured out what this year required of me and stop

25 November is the International Day to End Violence against Women & the 🌎 is turning orange 🧡 to show that #GenerationEquality stands against gender-based violence.  Let’s kick off the #16Days of Activism with UN Women & #orangetheworld! Remember, you are not alone.  For more information,please click on the link below: https://www.un.org/en/observances/ending-violence-against-women-day #spreadtheword

Logged out of work and remained at the table with nothing other than mini stollen bites and chilled Baileys Irish Cream on my mind! I've been thinking of how to make this Christmas one to remember (…yeah I know what’s going on, I haven’t just crawled out from under a rock!) just as the whole year 2020 will be unforgettable.....do I hear an Amen?! Having a Christmas devoid of a proper school nativity, Christmas panto, carol services where you are belting out songs at the top of your lungs (now, I’d be panic stricken if someone decides to sing near me!) or going to a Christmas Market teeming with loads of people while you work your way through each stall, munching on warm delicious macaroons or giant churros dripping with warm chocolate syrup! I refuse to feel depressed about anything and instead make this 2020 Christmas a memorable one as God will allow! I had a white Christmas tree delivered weeks ago and I already have my theme in my head. Never had a white tree before, alwa

Autumn never was a season I would say I embraced, probably because of the mess I thought it made, with all the dead leaves falling to the ground and the additional job of having to tidy your garden! My kids have always loved it, they love kicking their feet through the pile of leaves and grabbing a fistful of it and throwing it up in the air (with me holding my breath and praying they weren't grabbing dog poo with it!) I have now come to see it differently, more appreciative of how nature and things around us respond to these changes in seasons. I don't see dry and dead leaves again but beautiful autumn shades. I don't see a mess again but an autumn inspired beautifully decorated carpet. It gives us time too, time to prepare for a harsher season, winter. This got me thinking of how God has a strategy to all He does, there is absolutely no chaos to anything He does. That is why we can use our intelligence to unravel things and find solutions to several issues. Some m