Olanslim's Blog

Happy new week folks, I hope the weekend was great? These past few days have been transforming and I have a strong conviction that all my limitations have been wrecked - I couldn't have sat at the feet of a pulpited divine, veteran minister and renowned preacher, Bishop T. D Jakes and remain the same. The weekend was also topped with 'party rice' and 'swallow' my first here in Enugu and in a while since I left Lagos last year and then Chelsea beat Everton with Morata on the score sheet...wooh! Plus Floyd Mayweather beat McGregor....hehehe #Eyanmayweather. It was my kinda weekend 😍. I had an urge to share some of the points I scribbled during the finale of the Spirit Life Conference themed EMERGE. I'm certain that reading this would be beneficial to you.......you can thank me later on 😉 Bishop T. D Jakes titled his message ' My battle is my bread ' and took is text from Numbers 14 vs 1 to 9 where the Israelites grumbled about the wilderness an

I tag broke days 'RED DAYS!', when I'm approached to help with funds and I have nothing on me, I'd normally say 'I'm sorry man, I'm red'. It's not usually funny on Red days and I for one dread those days cos your natural disposition to things crashes and there is this stranger that occupies the body you once occupied - everything just becomes different and most times the next thing you result to is faking everything....who carries an 'I'm broke face around, huh?' As a young adult, I have experienced a lot of Red days and yes I get advise from the 'affordable financial managers & advisers' 😏 that stylishly stroke you when they know you're broke, I get tips from the internet on how to not be broke and i come across articles on social media dealing on the subject matter but sadly I keep waking up to red days. Recently, I found myself graduating into red months and not even days.....pathetic I know, that's wh

Hello, I hope your midweek is going on well? Mine has been great! I was out for a training -  yes, the one that made me blog again, lol. Yesterday, I was at a corpers' forum for House on the Rock corp members in Enugu and at the forum we discussed 'HONOUR'. The speaker, Dr. Babatunde the president of Rock Corpers said a lot and I wasn't paying attention (🙈  I was typing yesterday's post actually) I think that should pass for dishonouring the president, right? As I was busy with the post, my ears captured some things and I can remember recalling these things and falling into deep thoughts. One of the things that struck me was that obeying our parents do not necessarily mean we honour them. There is more to honouring our parents than doing everything they want us to. There are little actions and gestures that go a long way to show how much we honour our parents. Some are from broken homes and take sides with a parent thereby neglecting the other as far

After days, weeks, months and years of not posting anything on my blog and not intending to create a post as at when I woke up this morning; it even feels weird typing this right now but alas! I am posting again. I'm dusting the sheets, I'm cleaning table top, I'm emptying the cabinet and getting off the cobwebs. It feels like opening up the window and letting the morning ray in, shining on your face and making you feel alive, it feels leaving home for so long and then coming back home after years and you realize that you've missed something that meant a lot to you. This feeling I can't comprehend, it's more than a mixed feeling. Did I really give up on this? Was I really passionate about this when I started? Do I know what I'm really doing right now? Questions scrolling in my head.....but I'm doing this today just because of one thing. I'm doing this cos I need to, because have been asked to and not because I want to. I started a trainin