Ifegrace

My wife, Bimbo, did not share my excitement when I showed her the mail I had received from Jabul Stores. I was confused at her reaction. We’ve prayed daily for a job, updated my resume together, sent applications to as many companies as had job openings. Bimbo said her heart was not at peace but […]

I remember a season in my life when I was under a lot of stress. For weeks, I slept for four hours or less because my schedule was consistently packed full. There was so much that needed to be done. At that time, I’d been pushed into some sort of radical exposure, many thanks to […]

Few years ago, when I began to take writing seriously, I scribbled down stories only when I felt inspired to. At that time, I had plenty of time on my hands since I didn’t have a job. I also had lots of story ideas exploding in my head. I remember that almost every morning, I […]

In my few years of sojourning this earth, I have learnt that small things matter. The little steps we take consistently today culminate in the results we see tomorrow.  Some of the nuggets I’ll be sharing in this article are things you already know. But then don’t we all need reminders from time to time? […]

I’ve been worried about my teen daughter for some weeks now. I can’t exactly place what went wrong but she began to misbehave when she got into the senior secondary school. This was a girl that was as sweet as a pair of comfortable flat shoes. You know that feeling of relief when you pull […]

It was the end of a work day. I was getting ready to leave the office when a call from Mr. James came in. I was clearly upset by the call because I was already running late for a program in my local assembly. That day was the first of a 3-day prophetic meeting and […]

Ife Grace is back to the blogging space…drum rolls.  Hello my people. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since I last shared a post with you. I have missed this place big time. First of all, I encountered some technical difficulties with the blog and it’s been a challenge retrieving our past blog […]

The earliest memory of a painful experience that I had was when as a young teenager, my mum came home with a terrible news about a woman I knew so well. She was such an amazing woman. She visited us sometimes and when she traveled out of the country, we were sure to get nice […]