Diary Of A Young Father

  Mum appeared to look like the most excited person on earth. She was all over my daughter, her first grandchild/grand daughter. She had already bought some baby stuffs. I would sit for hours and watch the baby suck all day long. With eyes closed, she knew where the breast was located and her cute lips stucked to it without compulsion. It was as if she grew per hour. Her cheeks swelled with pink blushes all over. I've never been prouder of such beauty.  The sleepless nights started rolling in as she woke up in the middle of the night to feast on the fountain of milk for hours. By morning, Sunshine was already exhausted and baby wouldn't mind but demand for a refill. After 7days, she was named "Smile Kesit-Abasi Loveday" . The name "Smile" came on the 1st of January 2019 and the native name came 2 months to her delivery. Everyone who saw her then couldn't help but admire her... She carried the beauty of God. Baby Smile grew very fast and healthy. One woul

  It was a tuesday morning. I woke up with headache, blurry vision and weakness all over my body. Then I received a call that the mother of my daughter (let's call her Sunshine) has been moved to the hospital. She was in labor. I was scared and excited at the same time. The headache was hitting too hard, I couldn't concentrate in class. I had this strong urge to go home. So I left school around 6pm to go back home - to Ikot Ekpene. Mum called me telling me to stay back as she will be there with Sunshine. I stubbornly refused as I wanted to be there live giving my encouragement and also witness the birth of my first seed. The taxi I entered down to Uyo was divinely orchestrated by God. I strongly believed that. The driver was playing a message from Bishop David Oyedepo and he said something that caught me. He said " YOU'RE YOUR NUMBER 1 PROPHET ".  At that moment, I laid hands on my head and prayed the sickness away. Immediately, I got healed...Wow! I felt my tongu

I learnt I was going to be a father in November 2018, that was doing my I.T period. I couldn't really sum up what laid ahead of me but I knew it wasn't going to be easy. My initial thought was to suspend studies and focus on the baby's arrival as well as the wellbeing of the mother. School resumed in january but I couldn't go as there wasn't money to return back talk more of paying my fees. I was at home for close to three months. My mates in school had moved on concluding I wouldn't resume again. Pst. Mbakara Obong as well as the mother of my beautiful daughter encouraged me to just wrap up my final year. I can't really recall how the money came but I was able to pay my fees and I resumed school. I struck a COVENANT with God promising to be diligent in my service to Him while He provides my weekly transport so I can attend church on Sunday and also tend to the mother of my daughter...God did His part perfectly well and I did mine too. Resuming school few we

I hardly slept at night as guilt kept me tossing over and over again. I would wake up at the dead of the night and think till the sun stole a peep through my window. I struggled to keep my relationship with God...honestly, I tried. I reached out to people who could help. I got turned down by some while others promised to keep tabs on me and got busy with their life afterwards. I stared at my Bible as if it were poison . Each time I opened it, I could hear a million voices saying different things but striking one message - GUILT ! In a way, I knew I was made to be more than this. There was this feeling that it won't ever be the way God once made it.  I knew God was a loving Father but I also knew He had some lessons I had to face and like Adam, I was scared. I googled about Kirk Franklin, read about his rebellious teenage years, how he had to deal with his girlfriend's pregnancy and yet go on to fulfill God's purpose for his life. I think that shook me a bit and I began to a

  So when my daughter was conceived, a lot of thoughts ran through my mind. I had several options to choose from so as to avoid the shame that'll be spat to my face. Then, a very good (female) friend of mine called and told me she has been bothered for days about me and while she prayed, she was instructed to tell me to abort whatever plan(s) I had in mind and danced to the music life will play before me. Mum was the first family member I broke the news to because I was close to her. Next things up, I told my pastor in Ikot Ekpene about the news . He smiled, congratulated me and appreciated me for taking the bold step to keep it and also inform him. Now, a lot of persons in church perceived me to be super righteous (I don't know why they think that way) and were waiting for the day my bad news will spread. It eventually did and tongues began to wag. I had a female friend then in church who secretly had a crush on me, when she heard the news, she called me immediately and blaste

    I dated a beautiful and smart girl throughout my senior secondary school days. She was fondly called "maggie" or "Agbani" because of her height and beauty. I vividly remember during one of our "alone" moments after exams, I told her I would love to have seven (7) daughters and one would come on or before I clocked 25years. Babe was shocked. All my life, I've lived & spent most of my time around women. I had three sisters, I was mum's favourite child, I spent holidays with my aunts and majority of my friends were ladies, I don't know why. Truth was, I had figuratively planned my years without putting God in it because I wasn't interested in God or what He had to offer (as at then). I was a good boy who had good/sound morals but I never believed in God or experience Him.  I confessed that particular dream to her till it became part of me and as power would have it, I had my daughter (Baby Smile) when I was 24years. It dawned on me whe