It’s been a week and I still have no words to describe the Truth Conference, oh wow! I’m going to keep it short, therefore, and let the pictures do the talking.
If you have been following this blog, you will have perceived my genuine skepticism at conferences and their effects on our lives but there was no doubt with The Truth Conference! It turned out that I did not stay very long as I was beyond tired from a long week so, as I walked in, I asked God to help me connect with Him in my tired, not-really-able-to-muster-much –participation state.
On this episode of the Love Chest , Aderonke share her thoughts on why your wedding day is really not that important (lol), why you should stop stressing about it, and what you should really be thinking about. I agreee! Enjoy!! And don’t forget to subscribe and leave a comment! Click to learn more about Aderonke.
My name is Olufunmilayo Omolabake Ajibade (nee Balogun) I was born into a Muslim background on the 16th June 1986. My parents broke up when I was just 2 years old. That separation led me to start living with my uncle and his wife, which is my paternal uncle.
The split-up had me putting up with four different families while growing up and that gave me a lot of sad experiences, such that nearly ruined my life. I was maltreated and raised with so much hatred and bitterness by the ones I called my family. At the age of thirteen years old I was sexually molested by my own uncle. It was a painful experience that I’m unable to forget. I had no one to care for me or my needs. All I wore throughout my teen days are worn out and torn clothes passed unto me by my cousins.
I first sighted Esther around 2002 on a University of Lagos Registration queue we were both on and instantly, in my gut, I knew there was something about her. She did not do anything special on that queue that day, we did not even speak or become friends until much later but I knew there was something amazing on her inside. I recall that plane crash and knowing that Sokoto was her place of assignment, I called and called her brother to be sure she was fine! Several years later, I wondered when I would really see her take her place of influence. She doesn’t know this, lol. Little did I know that God had a plan. Enjoy this interview and discover what I mean and please register for the The Truth Conference!
Before I got married, I was single for a long time. Like Falz would say, I was “single to stupor “and it was almost deliberate. First of all, the equation was alway just off. I met many great guys my age whom I did not connect with and many I connected with but were absolutely wrong for me and vice versa, yes I know, the age-old dilemma. Secondly, if the predominant models I saw in the society were anything to go by, I was simply not interested. “What were the models like?” you may ask. Oh well, you know the template…men and women married but are in fact life-long room mates who are dutifully but “uninspiringly” committed to one another. And they do it in the now-that-we-are-married-as-expected-of-us-let-us-have-kids-raise-them-pay bills-and-grow-old-together . Me, I was not having any of that societal template. I was perfectly happy as single woman until I got the willingly-lets-live-and-maximise-this life-together-in-our-own unique-way relationship.
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I was confident. Fearless. Beautiful. Strong. Social. I was, I was a size 6 UK wearing lady. Life was amazing and colorful and nothing could, possibly, go wrong, or so I thought. To further convince me of this was the tall, dark and handsome gentleman whose attention I caught. No surprise when he put a ring on it.