HEARTTALK

All a person’s ways seem pure to them, but motives are weighed by the Lord.

Proverbs 16:2 NIV

A person may believe he is doing right. But the Lord will judge his reasons.

Proverbs 16:2 ICB

These scripture stuck with me during Word Alive Service today. While listening to one of our special songs we had to minister today, there was a line that I kept asking myself if I really meant it from the deepest part of my heart. That line was, "For Your glory, I will do anything." Really?🤔In-short, I saw those days were I deliberately disobeyed God's instruction because I wanted to be a coconut head.😟 Yes o! I'm a work in progress. T for Thanks. However, it doesn't change the fact that I disobeyed. The question is why? 

Looking at the world today, it is inherently almost impossible to not fall short. Starting from our eyes, what we see, watch and listen to. We claim it's trending. The things we listen to. Trends right?!

How about how we treat God so conveniently like He is our puppet. We literally want God to do what we want Him to do, but most of the time we don't want to do what He has asked for us how He has asked it of us. We live our lives as we please and term it "grace." Yes, grace is available for us daily, but does that mean we should misuse it? Let's not delve into fornication, it seems like a norm to the godly folks. Talking about it seems like you are judging.

Anyways, the truth is, I had a heart talk with myself starting from when I had the intention to sing the song "For Your glory". When I don't mean what I say but I'm saying it, I'm lying. I just realized singing it is the same as saying it. Weird that it's just striking in my head as that now. Sitting to listen to the word and seeing this scripture (Prov 16:2ICB, NIV) too also made me understand that God is trying to do a heartwork on me. Toomany things I might think are okay but aren't.

I learnt something as a child in Sunday School, WWJD (What Will Jesus Do?) It's so important as christians to understand that we are representatives of Christ and having a heart check as to our intentions on everything is so important.

Are you doing what you are doing because it's trending, or because it makes you feel important/among or it increases your values positively or it's godly or it's right, etc?

Why do you do what you do?

Thank God I'm finally getting back to listening. You should too.

Allow God to do a heartwork on you.

It's still your girl, Ala Pepple.

Your Interior Designer and every other thing I'm good at.✌

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My BIG TUMMY Story

 

I chuckled so hard as I saw the size of my tummy in the mirror. No wonder my mum had not let me hear word since she got back from the Christmas holiday. She'll always announce to me when she visits "Onyi, you have really added weight o! From your tummy to your thighs." I'll always laugh and tell her, "mummy, is tummy that big o, I did not kii person. By the way, it's as a result of eating every sweet thing that crossed me, drinking soda (even if I watched this more), and eating by past 1 am."

I was literally laughing at myself as all this played out in my head.

I remember how worried I was when I left the hospital and it felt like a ball dropped down in my tummy. I was so scared and perturbed that I disturbed my husband to go to the hospital before the time I was required to come. When my vitals were checked, I was told my BP was really high. This has never happened to me before. I sha told the nurse that it was because I was worried, she shouldn't worry as it will go down in no time. There are some things I spoke to God about regarding my life and health, and I know He wouldn't let me have them.

As it got to my turn to see the doctor, he looked at me and asked if it was me he was seeing that had that high bp reading. I laughed at it. Truth is, while waiting, I had spoken with some mothers who told me they doubted it was something I needed to worry about as it would normalize. The doctor insisted to check my bp first just to be sure that I was okay. Well, my bp was very normal when he checked. We literally laughed about it.

I laid down and he checked me and assured me I was okay and told me that the womb was going to go back to its normal position with time.

Nna eh, I wasn't told CS was like this o! When I was induced to birth my baby that stopped breathing after over six months, I suffered seating in hot water and enduring the hot press, but my tummy was back and better in no time. 

I'm not used to having a big tummy so this became a thing for me. I wasn't comfortable with myself. I wore big clothes that made me look really fat, I literally covered up anytime my husband was around and I got angry that he wasn't looking at me plenty plenty when I made the sacrifice for the two of us.😂I wanted him to make me feel validated.

Well, I got tired at some point and started talking to myself to snap out of it.

Ahnahn now! There are ladies that haven't gone through the stress of childbirth and my tummy is better than theirs so why do I have to break my head? (It's no comparison, it's giving me morale.)

I consciously started snapping out of it and feeling good in my new look.

This doesn't mean I am not going to work on myself, but, I need time to BREATHE. It's almost like I was pregnant for sixteen months, then I want to snap out of the stretch and stress in six months. Impossicant!

Meanwhile, this tummy thing is on and off o. Some days, it will reduce, other days, it will surmount.😂

Why am I writing this sef?

Hello new momma, you've just brought a human into this world. Some of our genes will not permit us to just snap back to shape like some would, so, give yourself a break. This doesn't mean you should be unkept and just be anyhow, but, take your time with yourself. In time, you will have the strength and courage to take on exercise and dieting. In time, you would either take a new shape that you should love or go back to the old shape you use to love.

Give yourself time.

Heal. Live. Nurture yourself and your baby. Don't expect so much validation from your spouse, validate yourself by yourself. Your spouses' validation should just be a topping on the cake. Take care of your mental health. Anywhere you know they'll stress you, stay away.

You need to be mentally good to take on your new role.

Society expects us to still be everything we were before we embarked on this mummy journey but who says you must do whatever society thinks of you? 

Go easy on yourself mama.😘

Daddy wa, soon to be daddy, your wife needs all the support you never thought she needs. This is the time she expects you to look in her eyes and tell her 'she is beautiful.' Tell her how courageous she is for embarking on this journey for both of you. Tell her to take her time and that you would be there to show mental support when she is ready to start keeping fit. Trust me, your words will mean more than any other human's words at this time. She will feel loved and would have the courage to be ready earlier. Do things for her like charging her phone, giving her warm water to drink in the morning and maybe at night, help change the baby's diaper at night. Encourage her to extract milk so that she could take some rest at night while you take over the duty. Truth is, the majority of women love acts of service in this vulnerable time.

You can tell me thank you when she starts loving and adoring you more when you do these things.😉

As for me chuckling now, shebi I cannot come and kee myself? ọnụ ụtọ (sweet mouth) did not allow me to be great stomach-wise this festive period.😂 Accept me as I have accepted myself.😁 (Google helped me with the igbo of course.)😜

My story haf finish.

Byebye!😄

Ala Onyeka Pepple.

Your Space Therapist and every other thing I'm good at.😜

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That weird NIGERIAN

 

I am one of those weird Nigerians that isn't looking forward to japa for good. It's so serious that before I accepted my husband's proposal, I had to ask him if he had plans of relocating to Yankee. The human being gave me the answer that shared with my thoughts about leaving Nigeria. This doesn't mean I don't want to travel round the world. This is one of the things I look forward to doing in the nearest future, but I don't look forward to living outside Nigeria.

When I share this, many persons think I'm not okay or I love suffer. Lailai o! I love soft life more than I can even imagine.😅

Truth is, everyone differs and we all have the path that we need to walk to actualize our purpose here on earth. I understand that, and I'm walking my path.

Today is Independence Day in Nigeria, and I am proud to be a Nigerian at this time. It's amazing to see the force Nigerians are coming with to create the future we need. I have never seen so much enthusiasm to bringing in better leaders as I see now. I've never seen the force of oneness play out as it is playing now, especially within the youths.

The #ENDSARS movement metamorphosed into a force to change and shape Nigeria for the better. I believe a better Nigeria is here. I speak in faith. I speak believing.

Our scars as a nation would be the reason for us to find healing and our healing will be an inspiration to other nations and people.

I pledge to Nigeria my country, to be faithful, loyal and honest. To serve Nigeria with all my strength. To defend her unity and uphold her honour and glory. So help me God.

Ala Pepple

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THE STORY OF JUNE 23RD

On this day, I was to receive my most precious gift from my union with my husband, but it was cut short.

I was so excited that it was my antenatal day and I couldn't wait to hear my baby make noise through their machine.

It was weird to have spent over 20 minutes with the doctor, yet no heartbeat. I was just praying inside me that the worst should not be the case. After going for a scan and coming back to the doctor, what I heard next was "Ala, are you alone? Who came with you? Please take off your nosemask and take a deep breath." In my mind, I was like, Aunty say what you want to say na. It was so hard to hear those words, "your baby is no longer breathing. We couldn't get a heartbeat."😔

Chills ran through my veins, spirit and body.😢 "Please go to another hospital for confirmation then come back for an evacuation."

I called my husband to give him the worst news. This was someone who just went back to work three days before. We even went shopping for the baby on his last visit. I had to encourage him to be strong because he was at work.

As I was heading to my mum's from the hospital to get someone, accompany me to the hospital; I played the song that came to me that morning as I woke up "Victory by Elevation Church." I had unnecessary setbacks with Bolt that was really annoying. I just put that song on repeat till I got to my mums'.

How could I have had a smooth ride till over 6 months then boom, baby is gone?❓❓ I was wondering what didn't I do, what did I do, how did this go wrong. I even asked why He would allow such happen when I laid my hands and prayed for my baby daily.

As I approached my mum's house, she told us to pray before we go to another hospital, and in the bid of praying, together with my sister, I lamented uncontrollably in tears. "Why?" My mum started hushing me, and of course I pounced on her in anger. "How can I stop?" 😡That was what I asked her. After our prayers for a miracle, we went to another hospital, and the sonographer saw the one that made us believe I might need a surgery.

How can? At that point, I got so vexed in my spirit. I said I would not undergo a surgery and not carry my baby. Never!

In my head, I thought there was a drug that would be given to me to just flush out the baby, but it was surprising to me that I had to be induced. I'm a novice at these things. It was some tough two days for me.

Finally, our baby was born still. Our baby was super cute. Had all the hair I was praying for. Beautiful nails and legs. How do I know these things you may ask? I opted to see the baby.

Like I pushed a baby o.😊 Within those two days I was in that pain, the word of God through music was one of the things that saw me through, and the stories of others I knew who lost their babies this way or at birth but now have so much joy with their children now. It seems like the worst never happened because of the joy of their children at hand.

Sitting on the bed after the doctor, nurses, my mum and mum-in-law had congratulated me; the only thing that I could hear in my spirit was to start up some sort of support community for wives. Since that day, I've had many wives tell me their stories, without me asking, of their miscarriages and still birth. I've had wives talk about what they do and changes they've had to make. It's like I started attracting wives that had different experiences. All of a sudden, I was a person women wanted to share things with.

Recovering is another story. Sitting on hot water, being pressed with hot water, breastfeeding, in my case, wearing tight bras inorder not to lactate, was a biggy. Like, what! Women go through plenty things jare.

Women give up their names, time, work, business, location and so much more to harness a home and be an incubator for a new human.

Women go through so much and still act like nothing really changed.

We have to say these things out. We have to encourage each other and share our challenges. There's nothing new under the sun. We can learn from each other. Instead of being in competition with one another.

Imagine that what you've gone through can give hope to another woman. You just impacted, inspired and saved another woman the pain of depression.

This is a call out to newly wed women and the most experienced women still in marriage. Let's connect, share, learn, and share hope to ourselves.

Join our new community of women 'Wives Community' and let's make womanhood an easier task.

We need each other to help upcoming others.

©Ala Pepple.

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DECEIT OR NOT?

 

You have 15 mentors and 10 fathers. Who are you deceiving, you or us?

It beats me when I see people act like leeches around influential people, just because they want to be associated with them, or rather, they want people to know that they are in association with them.

Hilarious!

I love Genevieve Nnaji. I love RMD and I love Rita Dominic amongst others. I've had a time as a child, that my aunt Soph, brought Genevieve to our house.

I remember being called from church during Bible Club that my Aunt just arrived the house (I can't remember the country she came back from at the time.)

I got home and to my utmost surprise, I saw Genevieve first, I rushed to go give her a hug, like I knew her before then.

My Aunt certainly guilt tripped me for not seeing her first, and there was another actress there too that I totally didn't see. I knew my Aunt brought goodies for me and they didn't waste much time. I remember telling Genevieve that I liked her and her films, and I wanted to act just like her.😄 She smiled and listened to my talks and wishes as we walked down our stairs and when they got into my Auntie's red car whilst the whole neighborhood was watching in amazement, I waved them goodbye. I literally became the most popular girl that had held, hugged and spoken with the Ijele Princess.😄 There was no verbal request I didn't get to send to her when I spoke to her again. I remember vividly, one of our neighbors, telling me he loved her 😂😂. That one I saw as a joker after then. (Wahala for person wey dey love who en fit no see again)😂

I certainly had ridden on this atmosphere for a while before it dawned on me that I myself might not see her again and that it was just for the moment and me didn't use that opportunity well. I checked on my Aunty more regularly because I wanted to hear "I'm with Genevieve", so that I can get the chance to speak to her again.

I remember when I got to the teenage age and was pursuing acting on the side as a career; one of the production outfits said they had plans to bring Genevieve and I was working so hard on my script to be in perfect precision when she came around. It sha did not work, abi they just scammed us with that one to take them more seriously.

As I grew older, I started asking myself questions about the successful people we like, is it for eye service, to be like them, to be truly mentored by them or to be termed associated with them?

Many times, if we search deeply, it's for the wrong reasons.

You want to take a picture with that celebrity because you want people to see that you saw or you are associated with that celebrity. You want to carry the pastor's bag because you want him to know your name and see you as hardworking, not because you really want to serve. You want that influential person to know your name so that when he addresses you outside, people would see you as important. There are too many more instances.

Working in a radio station during my IT, I remembered when Asa came to the studio, and I did backup singing professionally at that time, my friend at the office then, wanted me to go very close to her, but I was adamant because I wasn't sure it is was the music path I wanted fully. But then again, why am I going to do gumbody sef?

Years of deep thoughts have taught me to always ask myself why I do what I want to do before I do it. 'What is my motive behind my action?' is always at the back of my mind. This has helped me to stay on my lane and work on myself to be a better version of me which will then easily attract influential people to me.

A guy I don't know too well once told me, "likes attract". That steered me to think differently even if I've heard it countless times. 

My mantra is to do what I do the best way I can, learn to do it better than I did it before, unlearn the things I need to unlearn, be myself at all times, never try to please anyone but God, comport myself, work intelligently, become a person of positive influence that would attract other positive influencers, join our influence together and make the world a better place.

What is your motive? What is your mantra?

You can have your own opinion, but these are my thoughts.

©ALA PEPPLE

TOILET ROMANCE

As a little girl, I always wondered if toilet romance was good, bad, filthy or disrespectful. I never was able to comprehend why I couldn't be free and romantic anywhere I wanted.

When I had my first boyfriend as a young girl, I was thinking of ways to boost our relationship. More importantly, I felt so comfortable talking to and savouring our relationship while in the toilet.

But imagine how filthy it feels, that while pooing, I'm trying to be romantic. Gross right?

Please bring your mind back. Thank you!😜

I was actually talking about God and my relationship with Him. He is my first and most important Lover, and I love being romantic with Him (having my quiet time) while in the toilet.

Are you a Christian and have you ever felt like the bathroom was the perfect place where His Presence is in? Have you also felt like you were being filthy and you were not giving Him the honour due Him? Have you also psyched yourself that God created you naked and you can come to Him anyhow you are?

These questions have bugged my mind right from when I was a little girl. I remember asking my children's church teacher after I noticed I was always worshipping and praying while bathing, if it was wrong to pray while pooing. "Does it mean that I am not honouring God?" The only response I remember he gave was; "Pray without ceasing." And he included that praying without ceasing meant there was no limitation as to when, where and how to pray.

Sincerely, even as I'm grown up, there are days I do my Bible study in the restroom. I just understand better there, and I have utmost concentration while at it. It's also the same place I always get ideas. I practically started taking my phone and keeping the recorder on standby, so that if a write-up idea comes up, I can just press the record button and save a plot.

This post is actually a question I need answers to.

Is it okay to study the word, praise and worship in the toilet? Does it mean I'm not reverencing God? Does it mean I'm not taking God as priority to give Him undivided attention in a room and decently dressed for a special time with Him?

Please give me answers to the best of your understanding and ability.

If you are in these shoes too, please drop a comment.

These are questions whose answers can help others serve God better.

By the way, I love having TOILET ROMANCE with my first and most important Boyfriend, GOD.

Ala Pepple.

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THE UNRATED BREAD

Me: Madam is the bread sweet?

Madam: The bread is really sweet, and it's today's own.

Me: Madam are you sure?

Madam: Yes na. Don't worry, you'll come back for more next time. (I see her daughter eating the bread heartily, and a fellow buyer like me came and requested for that particular bread.)

Me: Madam please give me the bread.(They bring a pack that has about six and I request for just two out of the six.)

I take this bread home and keep in the kitchen. After a few hours, I go to put the bread in the fridge for breakfast the next morning, but before I do I decided to taste from it. As I took a bite, I was perplexed to why the little girl ate the bread in such a manner that you'll think it's super sweet, and I wondered why the buyer came to request for this particular bread. Wahala truly be like madman wey thief fine cloth wear to come chop food for inside restaurant.😂 (I don't know where this came from sha).

People who know me well, know that I have a thing for fresh succulent bread. I only managed to start eating bread that has stayed over a day, but if it's beyond 2 days, you are on your own.

I decided to eat this bread I could not rate that night. I jejely just made a cup of ovaltine, grabbed my husband's jam (which I usually don't like so much because it's too sweet), one carrot and one mango in addition to it. At least I need to subdue the torture of this horrible bread I used my money to purchase.

As I sat down to force down this bread I couldn't rate, I noticed it had a smell like it had a chemical and it had a funny taste and it wasn't buttery like it looked. I just wondered why the woman told me it was very sweet and succulent, and why her daughter ate the bread like it was the sweetest bread she had ever had. What came to my mind was that; people are different, see things differently, have different likes and dislikes and have different opinions.

I couldn't blame the lady or tell my myself she lied to me because she said what she tasted and her daughter had the expression of what she tasted too. To them and the person that came to buy it, it's very sweet, to me it's not good at all.

You know this thing about forcing people to see things from your perspective? It's wrong, stopeet!!

The Rich would say that a 40,000 perfume is cheap, the middle class would say it's on the high side and a poor person would say it's outrageously expensive. Same item, different people with different orientation and background, with different opinions.

The next time you want to blame someone, think about their orientations. I can't say this woman lied because her daughter wouldn't have eaten the bread in such manner just to convince me to buy.

Incase you skipped to the last paragraph, the summary of this rate less bread is, we shouldn't judge people based on our ideologies or opinions. We should understand that we are all different, come from different backgrounds, have different orientations, and that could influence the way we perceive things.

I had a terrific bread experience, but I learnt, or rather I'll say I was reminded of the importance of not judging people from my perspective.

Less judgements in this world would make the world a more understandable and a seemingly better place.

However, the bread, I buy not ever; and the woman I ask not of her opinion on things with taste.

I rest my case.✌️

Ala Pepple.