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Unusual Stories Blog, Gwagwalada, Abuja (2026)

25/11/2025

Look at the God You Know

For me… Bible stories will always be the best-scripted movies ever written.
You can watch them, over and over and never get tired—somehow, they never run out of meaning.
Movie directors still draw from these ancient scenes…
and yet, this Bible script keeps unfolding more.

Growing up, I was that child whose eyes lit up anytime someone said,
“Let me tell you a story.”
Because Bible stories?
They were everything to me.
And honestly… I haven’t seen any writer whose wisdom compares to that of the Holy Spirit.
Not one.

Think of Esther — my God.
A slave girl who rose to become queen…
and not just a queen, but the very vessel God used to save her people.

Or Samson — the strongest man of his time.
My little mind could never understand how his power could dwell inside his hair…
until the animations showed me a man with muscles and long locks of hair,
A destiny tied to his obedience.

I could go on… but stay with me.

Because there’s something stunning I want to show you.

Every Bible story carries a message —
a truth that has survived generation after generation without losing strength.

Like the story of Samaria, where famine raged through the land.
Elijah prophesied that in twenty-four hours, food would overflow…
Flour for a shekel.
Barley for a shekel.
A turnaround so sudden it sounded impossible.
And the king’s officer doubted —
so he saw the miracle… but never tasted it.

Prophecy is the sure word of God.
Even when your faith feels shaky,
stand firm on God's integrity.
Don’t obsess over your limitations —
focus on God’s limitless nature.

So whatever chapter your life is reading right now…
whatever context you’re standing in…

Look at the God you know.
Not the world you don't know.

Selah.

19/11/2025

The King and His City

Once upon a time,
there was a king…
who ruled over a beautiful city.

It was the kind of city that made you stop and stare —
peaceful, bright, full of life.
People travelled from far and near just to taste its wisdom,
to drink from its peace,
to feel its light.

The king had everything.
Fame. Power. Prosperity.
He was blessed —
and he knew it.

But then… the clouds began to gather.
Slowly. Quietly.
And before anyone could tell,
a storm was on the way.

The king… started to drift.
He became proud,
distracted by the glitter of his own success.
Little by little,
he let the gates of his city open —
to temptations.
To pleasure.
To things that looked harmless,
but slowly weakened his walls.

And then,
it happened.
Like a tornado tearing through beauty,
the city fell.
Its towers cracked,
its gardens burned,
its peace disappeared.

Hey,
let’s come back for a moment.

That king you imagined?
He represents you.
And that beautiful city?
It’s your body…
your life…
your soul.

Addiction doesn’t always come with a warning.
It starts with a taste,
a thought,
a habit that feels too small to destroy anything.
Until it does.

The enemy walks quietly,
searching for cracks in your foundation —
a weak gate,
an open door,
a distracted heart.

But listen —
even when the city falls,
there’s still hope.

Because the same God who builds cities,
can rebuild ruins.
For there is hope for a tree that is cut down —
it shall sprout again.

So, guard your gates.
Protect your walls.
Do away with anything that gives the enemy permission
to invade your peace.

You are the king.
And your body —
your mind,
your heart —
is your city.

Rule it with wisdom.
And your city…
will rise again.

18/11/2025

Isn't it amazing how God allows us to go through certain situations — not to break us, but to build us? Sometimes, it feels like everything is falling apart and you begin to wonder, "God, are You even seeing all of this?" But then, when He brings you through it, you realize how much you’ve learned and grown.

You come out of it not just stronger, but with insight and wisdom you didn’t have before. And then one day, someone comes to you with a similar challenge, and suddenly you remember — “I went through something like this.” You’re now able to say, “This was how the Holy Spirit helped me handle it.”

Before you know it, you’re sharing advice, offering comfort, and becoming a source of strength to others — all because you allowed God to take you through and bring you out.

15/11/2025

This morning I caught myself standing in front of the mirror, talking to my phone like I was hosting a whole podcast 😂
And immediately I remembered where it started from.

My younger sister.
Every single morning she’s always playing one podcast or the other. Sometimes I even complain that it’s disturbing.😫
And she’ll tell me, “Even if you’re not interested, just keep playing it. You don’t know what it’s doing to your subconscious.”

And honestly… she was right.
Because look at me now — doing the exact same thing I used to complain about.

It just made me realize something:
What you constantly hear or expose yourself to will eventually show in your actions.
Even when you're not trying.

So be intentional about what you feed your mind.
It’s working quietly.🤭

11/11/2025

Why so engrossed in the now?

You see,
Thank God for everything —
not just anything.

Too many times,
we get carried away by our problems,
too engrossed with how unfair life feels.
We forget —
these are only trying times,
they won’t last forever.

Why are we so trapped in the now
that we forget the past?

We come to Him daily,
not to fellowship…
but to sorrowship.

Heyyy —
you just pour out your grief.
“God, are You not seeing what’s happening to me?”
Some even get angry at Him.
They say, “He’s seated on high, far above —
but why can’t He see me?
Is His hand too short to reach?”

But tell me,
why so focused on the now
that you forget the past?

Some get weary
at the slightest shake in their journey.
But hey —
if you faint in the days of trouble,
your strength is small.

“God, if You leave me like this, I’m finished!”
Ahh, Bro Trittus and Sis Printer,
God will not let you face
what He hasn’t given you strength to bear.

So why are you so engrossed in the now
that you forget the past?

Must we be so carried away
that we lose the message?

No —
keep all your problems aside
for just one day.
And thank God —
all the way.

Thank Him from one to ten,
thank Him for the big things
that seem small.
Thank Him for everything —
for breath,
for peace,
for strength you didn’t know you had.

Because when we remember the past,
we see His fingerprints
on every answered prayer,
every narrow escape,
every tear that didn’t drown us.

So no,
we won’t be too engrossed in the now
that we forget the past.

We’ll thank Him —
for everything.
Not for anything.
But for everything.

Selah.

08/11/2025

Fresh Grace For Each Day.

Opening the page of a book is different.
The wordings on one page are never the same as the next.
Each page carries its own story, its own weight, its own emotion.

Just like each day in a human’s life.
No wonder the Bible said we do not know what the next day holds.
Because really… we don’t.

Yesterday, I started a project — after months of procrastinating.
And I was so proud of myself.
You know that feeling when you finally do it?
When you finally move?
It’s like heaven claps for you and the earth opens a fresh page.

So I thought,
“Tomorrow should be easy.”
I mean, I already defeated procrastination.
I crossed that line. I fought that battle.

But here I am — the next day,
and I can’t even lift a finger.
My whole body feels numb.
My mind feels empty.
The same excitement that carried me yesterday has gone silent today.

And I can’t help but wonder…
is there a spirit looking for my trouble? 😩
Because how can I win today
and feel so lost tomorrow?

But maybe…
maybe it’s not a spirit.
Maybe it’s just life reminding me
that consistency isn’t built in a day.

Maybe God wants me to depend again — not on yesterday’s strength,
but on fresh grace for today.

Because the same way no two pages are the same,
no two days carry the same oil.

And if I keep turning the pages,
even when the words are blurry,
even when my hands are tired…
one day, I’ll read a chapter called discipline,
and another called breakthrough,
and maybe another called faith that doesn’t quit.

So yeah… today feels hard,
but I’ll still show up.
Even if all I can do is stare at the page.
Because sometimes,
the act of showing up is the victory itself.

05/11/2025

My name is Nessa, and I once lived in ignorance.

I sat in my parlour…
And I was thinking…

About all the times I’ve lived in ignorance.
We did things…
And yet the Holy Spirit—He never walked away.
Never judged.
Never got tired of me.

I used to think prayer was just…
“Ask, and receive.”
Come, drop the list.
Pray for hours.
And leave.

But I didn’t know...
I didn’t know that prayer was supposed to be a journey.
A connection.
A fellowship.
That prayer was supposed to bring me close.
That prayer was about knowing my Father.

I used to think God was just a ruler.
High and far.
Distant and holy.
Sitting on His throne.
And I—just a subject.

I didn’t know…
That this same God could live inside of me.
That I could speak to Him…
Reason with Him…
Lay my matters before Him like a friend.

I didn’t know.

When I say I lived in ignorance,
I mean—deep ignorance.

Reading the Bible felt like punishment.
Like someone flogging me cane.
I avoided it.
I didn’t care.
But now… now I know.

I know that the Word of God—
It’s my lamp.
It’s my life.
It brings light to my darkness.

Living without it?
That’s not living.
That’s dying.

Oh, I have lived in ignorance.
And now…
When I sit in my parlour and remember…
I laugh.

Not because it’s funny—
But because…
God is so merciful.

The Bible says:
“My people perish for lack of knowledge.”
(Hosea 4:6)

And I ask myself—
How many years have I wasted?
Wallowing in ignorance.
Drowning in the absence of truth.

Why did I wait for life to press me so hard,
Before I remembered…
That I have a Father?

But now…
Piece by piece,
He’s rebuilding me.

And the most beautiful part?

There’s no end to knowing Him.

Every time I think I’ve seen all of Him,
He shows me something new.
Every time I think I’ve known enough,
He opens another door.

So I will not stop.
I will not get tired.
Because this journey—
This hunger—
This fire—
Is endless.

I’m just getting started.

28/10/2025

🎙️ Title: “While You’re Receiving”

We go to church...
We lift our hands,
We sing,
We fall on our knees.
We hear the Word,
The prophecies,
The declarations...
But do you know,
The devil also attends those meetings too?

Yessss…
While you’re busy receiving,
He’s busy twisting.
While you’re saying “Amen,”
He’s whispering, “Are you sure?”
That’s why sometimes—
After a powerful Word,
You find yourself acting contrary to what you heard.
And then you say,
“Maybe the servant of God didn’t hear well.”
But no, my dear...
He heard God right.
You just didn’t discern the whisper that came after.

See, the devil is cunning.
He won’t stop you from going to church;
He’ll just make sure you misunderstand what you hear.

A preacher once said,
“I was deep in drugs,
But I kept going to God.
Even while I was still into it, I prayed…
And one day,
The addiction broke.”

But someone else heard that and thought—
“Oh, so I can still live in sin and go to God.”
He missed the message.
He didn’t hear redemption;
He only heard permission.
And that’s how confusion grows.

Child of God…
Be on alert.
Stay watchful.
Guard every word you receive.
Because while God is brooding over your heart,
The enemy is waiting—
To sow seeds of disruption.

So next time you’re in His presence,
Don’t just hear—
Be discerning.
Don’t just receive—
Guard what you receive.
Because the Word of God brings life...
Only if it stays guarded.

23/10/2025

Big shout out to my newest top fans! Stella Tolorunju

21/10/2025

The Grace to Last 2

There's a hunger that’s calling her back to where it all started.

Back to those times she wrote down words in her book.
Back to those times she opened her Bible and marked scriptures that spoke to her.
Back to those times she prayed and prayed.

Now she realized it’s not about fixing things.
It’s not about trying to make life perfect.
It’s not about anything else.
It’s about God.

Then the Holy Spirit whispered in her heart, “Come up here. There’s something deeper. Come up here for something truer.”

And right there, she made up her mind — to go back to God, to know Him for herself, and to pray for the grace to last.

Because no matter what happens, she’s going to last well.
And she’s going to be someone her generation will be proud to have.

21/10/2025

The Grace to Last

Yomi passed beside the beach.
Her mind was full of so many questions.

Looking at the waves before her, it felt as though she was staring into her own thoughts — wild, restless, and crashing against one another. The raging water looked like her mind being pictured before her eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder what went wrong.

As she stood there, she began talking — rambling, really — and it felt like her thoughts had found a voice of their own. They were racing in her head like soldiers fighting a war.

And then, one question kept coming back again and again: How did I get here?

What happened to this once vibrant, fireful, and prayerful Christian? Back in those days when she was still a child, when she was a teenager, she could pray for hours with her Bible beside her. She would listen to messages, take up responsibilities, and fast like her body wasn’t even made for food.

But now, it all felt like a dream — a distant dream that never really happened. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it’s not about starting, it’s about finishing.

Then she understood — this doesn’t just happen on its own. There is something that helps a person to finish, and that something is grace. Only God gives it.

And the more she thought about it, the more she realized she didn’t really know God. Maybe it was the God she had heard people talk about, the God she had learned about in Bible school, or the God she had listened to in messages. But she didn’t truly know Him for herself.

If someone were to ask her, “Who is God to you?” she wasn’t sure she could give an answer.

Now, there’s this hunger — a hunger that has turned into a kind of holy madness, if that’s allowed to be said. A hunger that made her decide to know God for herself.

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