Be honest, there is something you know you should do. You have known it for months. Maybe years but every day, you find a smart excuse to avoid it. And that one thing you keep avoiding is exactly where

Everybody says they want the key. The key to success. The key to money. The key to a happy marriage. The key to healing. We pray for keys every day in the places of our worships. But I have lived long

In my younger phase, I used to be that guy who would see a mother shouting at her child in the market and I whisper why is she so harsh? Can't she talk calmly? I would see a mother feeding her child biscuits

Listen and hear me well and let's stop lying to ourselves. We love to say, He didn't know. She didn't mean it. We are still learning... My dear, an adult knows what exactly he is doing. We are not children

I used to think karma was just a word people use when they are angry. Like. Karma will catch you. Karma is a respecter of no one. I used to laugh about it but now I don't laugh anymore because I have seen

Good morning dear Ecency family. It's Monday. A brand new week. Somebody somewhere did not see this Monday. Somebody's alarm did not ring. Somebody's week ended last week. But me, you and you are here.

If anyone had asked me years back what rest is, I would have said sleeping on a tile floor while my little daughter, Divine is sleeping on my body. And then when I grew much younger I knew that I was so

I learned this lesson the hard way. Guilt is a very loud emotion. It shouts. It accuses. It makes you feel like the worst person on earth. Facts, on the other hand, whisper. Facts are calm. Facts don't

Yes, there are things a proper adult should confidently know how to do. Pay bills without fear. Cook a decent soup without calling your mother. Say no without feeling guilty. And, drive a car. I am in

Last week, I traveled to my village. In the village. No traffic. No horn. No Facebook arguments. Just fresh air, fresh palmwine, red sand, and people living as one. I have been living in the city of Abakaliki

If my wife had told me three months ago that I would have an online life outside the normal facebook and whatsApp which were my regulars, I would have laughed and see her as a joke. For me, online life

You will agree that we have all seen it. A man with PhD who cannot say I'm sorry. A woman with first class who insults a waiter because he was two minutes late. A professor who shouts at his wife in public.

Let's be honest. Nobody respects I have good intentions. Everybody respects l have money. You can be the most anointed, most talented, most well-mannered person in your locality but if you don't have money,

Then, I used to think big grammar was wisdom. In my early university days in unical, when I wanted to impress people, I would speak big English. Long sentences. Complicated words. Words I myself needed

Someone does something terrible. Really terrible. With video evidence and clear proof. The person is guilty. Yes, no doubt. And the internet does what the internet does best by canceling the person. Account

Come closer let's discuss. Listen, nobody will remember your hustle. They will only remember what your hustle built. We are all busy chasing something like money, fame, social media followers, cars, fine

Then, I used to wait for big reasons to celebrate. When I buy a car. When I get a big contract. When I blow on Hive. When I finally make it. And while I was waiting for big things to celebrate, I was missing

We came here with nothing. We will leave with nothing. And in between, we fight like everything belongs to us. Let's think about it. That house you are so proud of? Someone lived there before you. Someone

There are two types of husbands in this world. The first one has a wife. The second one has a partner. And the difference is everything. I grew up watching what many of us grew up watching too. The man

Nobody told me this on time. Yes. I used to think victory was for lucky people. The ones born into rich homes. The ones with fine grades. The ones with connections. I thought one day, victory would just