Living Out Loud {LOL}

Note to Self: Read this when you are stressing about ANYTHING... What happens to us after we die? Does our soul depart our earthen shell and rise up into the heavens like we see in the movies? Or does our soul wander the earth? Do we have souls? What picture comes to mind when you think of heaven? Is it a place you look forward to or does the thought of heaven seem boring? Are there many heavens? Is heaven in the here and now or in the hereafter? There are different ideologies on the concept of heaven and eternity in our world. According to Hollywood, everyone goes to heaven. From the murderous gang lord who dies in an all-out gang war to the wild, hedonistic pop star. Some think of heaven as a depot for all departed souls to reunite, others think of it merely as a place to do nothing but sing and be merry, while others do not believe in the existence of such a place at all. Alas, this is not to debate over theological concepts but to state a simple truth: HEAVEN is ETERNAL PERFECTION....

This blog post shouldn't even exist. Unfortunately, it seems we now live in a society where everything is permissible. So, permit me to air my unpopular opinion on some things (out of the thousands of things) that I believe should never be okay to share on these internet streets.  Live Labor/ Medical Procedure Miss ma'am, why? You are literally in pain, panting and moaning in that hospital gown. Then you decide to show the world how baby Johnny enters the world, blood and gunk included. Baby Johnny isn't even one minute old and he is already clickbait for one million people. Maybe I am old school but I believe some things should still be kept private, and labor should be one of them. The same goes for any medical procedure. I am not interested in seeing your tonsils removed or your liposuction procedure. The worst part is when we get no warning before it's all splashed on our screens. Whoo chile... Your Address/ Anything That Gives People Access To Your Home Now, this i...

As a child, I earnestly looked forward to being an adult. I vividly remember staring into space, painting a picture in my mind's eye wondering, " Where would I move to for my first place?" "How would I decorate it?" " Where would I travel to?" Oh, what a great life I had planned - buying whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, traveling the world, and generally being THAT GWORL ! Yup, good ole imagination. I despised being teased by my uncles, and being called "a little girl". I would respond with a quick comeback, "NO! I am a big girl", my back straight and my head tall as I uttered those words. Sure, I was warned that "adulting" isn't all that but did I listen? Of course not!😏 Well, here comes the big SIKE ! Adulting has definitely humbled me. I would love to be that little girl again, even for a week - other people caring about and worrying about my own well-being. What a pr...

The tale of my accents requires a little back story. I was born in the United States. Shortly after, my parents decided that my brother and I should be schooled in Nigeria [It was an interesting life, but that is not the focus of this post].  I picked up an accent there, as I was very young at the time this happened. The Nigerian accent is quite interesting. Words are typically pronounced exactly how they are spelled. Some say there is a British influence on how Nigerians speak but, I beg to differ. I have mingled with British folk, and the Nigerian accent is as far from it as east is from west. A typical Nigerian would pronounce butter as bot-a and water as wot-a. The intonation and the flow of words with the Nigerian accent are remarkably different from Western accents' rhythm. Nigerian Accents- as seen on Pinterest Of course, I was comfortable speaking in a Nigerian accent as a resident of the country. Everyone spoke exactly like me or close enough. All my English/Grammar class...

First of all: Introduction "What is your name?" We hear this question a lot over the course of our lives. Knowing another person's name is the start to building a relationship with them. A typical response to this question is a short one-word answer, uttered without much thought. Most of us are quite sure about what our answer would be. We mention our name and the conversation continues. We tend not to dwell on the topic of a name unless the name is particularly interesting or complex. However, our names will go on to identify us to the world for the entirety of our lives. My name is Grace Ayobola . Even as I write this, I struggle between putting Grace or Ayobola first. These two names are significant to me in their own right as they each represent me in unique ways . I did not always have this mental struggle about my names. Growing up, everyone called me Bola (which is a diminutive of the name "Ayobola"). I had no idea that my first name was Grace until I saw...