My Church Anniversary

I realized today how much goodness I have been a part of since I joined my local church, Savannah Grace Chapel, in 2014. 

We are celebrating out 6th anniversary in Makurdi, and I just wanted to share some of my joy with you, my dear readers.

My church’s blog will soon be up and running, and then you’ll be able to follow up on us directly. 

Meanwhile, enjoy the gallery. It’s just my brief trip down memory lane. 



I spent the entire week last battling with an irritating case of the Block. You know, as a writer, you want to have words at every possible moment. We crave the right words, the best expressions; such that we can weave a creation in the heart and mind of our reader and lend voice to that which burns within them. Even better, show them that which they have never had before. 

But it was not to be so for me. There was a lot to say, but not an inkling how to.

So, in the midst of my frustrations as a writer, and my irritation with a host of other things including a shortage of funds, bouts of hunger and an inexplicably foul mood, I tried to steer my mind to think on more profitable matters. 

And then thoughts of the good things God does for me everyday started floating into my consciousness. You see, it’s easy to overlook the little daily blessings in the bid to get that big dream you want. But the daily leads up to the dream.

So I realized that in one day, I’d had three near accidents on the road, not counting the others that I’d previously escaped. I also realized that I was making journeys every other day and I couldn’t rightly remember exactly how I got funds for each of those trips. I realized that I was coming to know more of the Lord, and His love was becoming more dear to me than ever. 

…and a lot of other things that were subtle but clear hints of His love for me… 

If these aren’t blessings, then I must need to be reeducated.

So I decided to do this one to remind you to be grateful. It really helps keep your mind on the Lord, and, very importantly, guard your heart. 

Be thankful for little and big things. Even when errors ensue, with a thankful heart you can turn it around! 

Finally, brothers and sisters, fill your minds with beauty and truth. Meditate on whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is good, whatever is virtuous and praiseworthy.

Philippians 4:8 (VOICE) 

Cinderella Stories: Forget The Past 

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider that I have made it my own yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead,

One of the hardest things for people to do, it seems, is to forget. I mean, we can forget alright, when it’s our car keys or the password to our laptop, or the number of eggs you sent to your mother last month. We find it easy enough to forget mundane details of our daily existence. However, there are certain memories that seem to wake up with us everyday.

When I first read that God had cast my sin in the sea of forgetfulness, it didn’t quite register. How is there a sea of forgetfulness? Don’t things sink to the bottom and stay, waiting to be discovered like precious treasure by pirates? I couldn’t quite get it. Well, this was mostly because I wasn’t used to sin and error being cast aside so…cavalierly. Like it never happened. Really? There had to be a catch. Turns out, there actually is a catch.

This kind of thinking affected me for so long that I found it hard to believe that my errors didn’t make a dent in God’s goodness and love for me. I was brought up drunk on justice, with a little bit of mercy on the side, so I thought that I should always be rewarded for my good and bad actions but I should relent where others were concerned. 
See how twisted that is? And it turned into resentment after some time, with me wondering why I had to forgive other people if they wouldn’t forget what I had done. Because, in the real sense, forgiving is forgetting. Not forgetting as in amnesia; forgetting as in, it loses its hold on your mind. It ceases to torment you day by day. It ceases to hover over your consciousness like a shadow. It ceases to inform your thoughts and feelings toward yourself, others and God.

Now, when did I learn all this?

After I got super tired of being angry and bitter at (guess who?) myself. That’s who was hurting. That’s who couldn’t move forward. That’s who couldn’t forget. And that’s who needed to forget. And not in a phony, “OK, I’m not thinking about it anymore” way, but in a real, “Sweet Jesus, I’m tired of doing my style and I want to do yours so I throw this on you and I’ll not take it back” way. And it always works.

See, you don’t surprise the Lord with your failings and your unhealthy need to want to fix yourself. However, He really would rather you left the fixing up to Him.

I looked up Scriptures on His love, healing, His goodness, the covenant, forgiveness and comfort. And then, I prayed. And then I cried. And then I raved. Then I cried some more. And prayed some more. And for the first time in a long time…ding! I could see hope. I wasn’t looking at the past all the time. I wasn’t shackled there and trying to free myself in my effort.

I was seeing a bluer sky and browner grass (it’s that way in my city during harmattan).

Did the memories and thoughts come back?

As persistent as you please. But now, I don’t let them hold me in their grasp for too long before I shake myself. I remember quicker that that’s not me;

I’ve let bitterness go, and I’m living a good life.

“The Lord your God is in your midst, A Warrior who saves. He will rejoice over you with joy; He will be quiet in His love [making no mention of your past sins], He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy.”


Cinderella Stories: Who Do You Think You Are? 

This question is one of the most annoying questions on God’s green earth. Many fights have begun because of this question. However, I can’t escape the fact that it is a very important question, and the answer can change a life.

Who Do You Think You Are? 

People, ladies, this is kind of the root of a lot of the upheavals in your life. It’s not yet about who you are, but about who you think you are. 

Romans 12:3 (paraphrased): 

Take care not to think of yourself in a different way than you really are, but hold to the Lord’s perspective…

See, I’m coming to discover that when we say, Do not think more highly of yourself than you should, many people don’t really get the drift. It’s not about you thinking of yourself in the most unflattering state ever, as if that’s translation for humility. Also, it’s not about you gliding into your serene state of supremacy where no one else is as good as you. That’s equally disgusting. 
God, who is the Master of Perfection, made you. And the way Yoruba people laud him, you’d think He could never make a mistake! 

Oh. Wait. He didn’t make a mistake…or did He? I mean, after all, He made you… And you keep going on and on about how there must be something wrong with you.

Child, the things you think are a mistake about yourself are the exact reason why God made you the way He did, and called you GOOD

Philemon 1:6 (paraphrased):

…that you will experience more in your relationship with God as you begin to see yourself through His eyes and accept what you see… 

Who Do You Think You Are?

A lousy friend?

A loud brat?

An inconsiderate psycho person with mood swings?

A weak girl who lets people walk all over her? 

An overbearing person who drives everyone away? 

Think again.

Who Do You Think You Are? 

Cinderella Stories (Cont’d.)

Okay. I know I have titled my posts “Cinderella Stories” but it doesn’t mean I won’t include man talk. Ah. A strictly girl blog without sprinkles of spicy man talk, hmmm, now that’s just wrong.

Men, as in, the male man, are important to us. In fact, I pray that I am able to help you see from God’s Word that neither male man nor female man is the bad guy. We are a superb mix of sweetness, roughness, toughness, a little bit of sour stuff, and we blend quite well together when we walk with God’s plan in mind. So, no, I’m not a feminist and I won’t be bashing the guys.

I will laud them from time to time. However, my goal here is to help ladies see that YOU ARE A PERSON THAT GOD TOOK CARE AND TIME TO MAKE, FOR A REASON. You aren’t the traditions of Africa or America or Antarctica. You aren’t an afterthought put here on earth to suffer. You are crafted, as you, because a difference has to be made here

and it has to be you who does it.

So. Cinderellas. Belles. Jasmines. Anastasias. Ariels. Janes. Pocahuntases. Esmeraldas. Muanas.

You have a place in this world, and in the Father’s heart. But first, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
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Much love,

From Delight Palace,


Cinderella Stories 

I always wondered how possible it could be for a human being to experience pain in places that eyes cannot see. Even worse, how they could live with such pain for a long time.

My name is Ele Momoh, and I will be 25 in a few months. TMI?

I don’t have a theory on heartbreak. I just want everyone to be happy. See, I’m the kind of girl that believes that the movie must end with everybody happy, not just Cinderella and the Prince. The evil sisters are evil, but they’re just looking for love too. And I bet you if the Prince genuinely fell in love with one of the evil sisters, we would

a) never forgive him

b) rewrite the script

c) imply that he was bewitched or something equally horrible.

But we forget, in real life, sometimes, Cinderella is the evil sister. She isn’t demure and patient and thoroughly meek and loved by all the fairies. Sometimes, Cinderella is loud and bright and shiny, so shiny we could live on her in lieu of the sun (not figuratively). Sometimes, she’s annoying and prone to outbursts of anger. Sometimes, she speaks her mind and other times, she’s afraid to. Sometimes, her dream is to work as a mechanic in a body shop. You get my drift?

You can’t really classify Cinderellas anymore. We have to understand that every woman is her own Cinderella, with her own set of problems, her own flaws, her own issues, her own insecurities and doubts, and that ultimately, God is her Prince Charming.

Many a woman has had her heart severed or dissected because she believes that there is something wrong with her because she isn’t the perfect Cinderella. She has found it hard to accept herself for who she is because she feels, by some experience or another, that there’s something fundamentally wrong with her makeup, and she needs to change.

“Must be more outgoing.”

“Must try to be more quiet.”

“Why do I always say what comes to my mind?”

“Why can’t I be more deep and reflective like…?”

“I have to gain weight.”

“I have to lose weight.”

“Geez! I need fuller boobs!”


As clichéd as it sounds, women subconsciously struggle with these pointed attacks at their identity and worth, and they can never tell who the enemy is. They think their bodies are the enemy. They think their emotions are against them. They think they are too weak-willed or strong-willed.

Honey, it is nothing of the sort. I’ll tell you who’s out to get you.

It’s the devil. And this isn’t new, considering he has always tried to use the woman against herself since the Garden.


Ladies! Stop me already! Why are you letting me get ahead of myself?

I hope and pray that I make a difference in at least 1 lady’s life through this blog. It’s a journey for me, too, mind you, and I trust I’ll enjoy discovering who I truly am as we do this together.

But you should know this before we go on: we will never know who, what, how, and why we are outside of our One, First and Everlasting Love – our Lord God Almighty.

I pray you keep reading, and the more you read, the more I write (or is it the other way round? Lol.)

Much love,

From the place full of joys,