Judith's Insight

When I started writing blogs, I really just wanted to air out my opinions on things. It felt like my own thing, you know? Until I realized that literally anyone could write. Anyone could take up a pen and create something that people might love. I also read a number of people's writings, and it just felt like whatever I was doing was child's play. Like, literally child's play. But that didn’t stop me. I still wrote and put down my thoughts from time to time. I wrote regardless of what I was feeling or the worry about how many people would read it. Maybe that was because I had been looking at blogging from my standpoint. What if I looked at it from God's? What if I saw it as my little way of lightening up my corner? No matter how bad it seemed, at least 10 people were reading it. And as God is the one who never leaves the one behind, if it were only one person reading my blog and gaining from it, then really, that is fulfillment. Fulfillment might not be abou...

I remember when I was in secondary school, and how being a Christian wasn’t really considered "cool." You know, being a Christian meant loving God and living by His principles, principles like not cheating in exams, not dating recklessly, and generally striving to live right. But those principles were often dismissed. It wasn’t easy. There were people who mocked you, who thought you were uncool, and who treated you as insignificant. Some laughed, others outright called you a fool. But looking back, I wonder, were some of those people truly convinced of their own words, or were they just following the crowd? Maybe, at the time, they were swept away by what was popular, by what seemed "cool." And if you, too, allowed yourself to be influenced by that mindset, you might have ended up abandoning your principles just to fit in. But now, years later, some of those same people who once mocked Christian values have come to profess faith in God and recognize His ...

As you guys know, I love giving a backstory before writing a blog post. This one is simple: It’s International Women’s Day, and I wanted to write something for my women. At first, the words that came out were all too familiar: the struggles, the pain, the disadvantages that come with being a woman. But I cleared my drafts. No one needs another reminder of how we always seem to be on the bad side of everything. While writing my last paper this semester, I was in pain, the kind that makes you want to curl up and disappear. I had taken painkillers, but they barely worked. Still, I had to act like everything was fine, be a big girl, and write my exam. Because really, nobody cares. It happens every month, to every woman, and we’re expected to just "deal with it, you’re not special." And that got me thinking about the women who show up every day despite what their bodies are telling them. The ones who push through, not because they have a choice, but because life doesn’t pause for ...

I  was conversing with one of my friends the other day, and I mentioned how I’ve chested every single thing that has come my way recently. Then, I linked it to the fact that sometimes I don’t fully process my emotions, especially when I’m in a conversation with God. I feel guilty for even having those emotions in the first place. You know that thing where you ask someone a question and then answer it for them? Or there is a situation that needs to be resolved by someone and you look for reasons why the situation shouldn't be there instead of resolving it. I’ve realized I do that for one reason: so God won’t think I harbor unbelief or fear in my heart. Basically, I try to impress God. Lol, the same God that knows my deepest thoughts. Then I thought of David, a man after God’s heart, yet he allowed himself to feel all the emotions he needed to feel, asked all the questions he wanted to ask, and then rounded it off with his belief and trust in God. He never tried to act li...

 Pheew...2024 I remember injecting the song “Ebenezeri” by Kent Edunjobi and EmmaOMG into my system in the early hours of the year and this part of the song sums up my year: “…ogo t’aye ri ti won polongo ire lo bawa se” Of truth, I saw the hands of God in my life, and it would be extremely reckless of me not to give glory to whom glory is due. At the beginning of the year, say January/February, it didn’t seem like it, but now, as I look back at the year, I really did lack nothing; God provided for me greatly from different sides and sources. [This is where I give a big shout-out to the men in my life: my father and my three brothers (Seyi, John and Jonathan). If I could buy a GLE for them, I would].  As of September this year, I had never travelled out of Osun State on my own but I went to Lagos on my own, got on a plane all alone and landed in Abuja by myself. I remember trying to document some of my funny experiences both on the road and on-air to turn into blog posts, but I...

I guess it is okay to say "Happy Independence Day Nigeria!"  It is? Very good. As the country celebrates its independence today, I can't help but think about what we as individuals also need independence from; yes, there are a lot of things we need independence from, but this one especially: Imposter Syndrome. In July, while I was in the middle of my semester's exam, I received an email informing me that I was an awardee of an award for academic excellence. I didn't know how to feel honestly. On one hand, I was extremely grateful to God because I'd be nothing without his help. On the other hand, I was worried because my last semester's results had a wide gap from what earned me the award in the first place, so I only told my family members and I kept on moving. I also told my friend about it, and I told her not to tell anyone because the award felt like blowing a trumpet that wasn't there, and anytime I heard anyone call me Star, I'd tell them to k...