Chukwuedozie Nwa Charlie
@TheCharlesIsidi
Onye kwe, Chi ya ekwe. Disciple of Jesus Christ. Ovbioba. Husband x Father. Experiencing life through words. Growth + Marketing + Communications Genius.
This is for everyone experiencing disappointment. Thank you @citychurchlagos
I hate that we lost the culture of buying bread when we travel.
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Me: Hey, I got you something you would really love. My sister: I don’t trust you. Me: opens something she loves and gives it to her. Her: Awww, you are a darling, I love you. Me: I know I am a darling, I don’t need external validation. Love her to the moon, she too dey form.
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$10K for whoever come up with a EASY dance for KELEBU. out this Friday! 🔥
It was also my favorite episode.
You know the Eulogy product in Black mirror? I really want to build a version of it. I think shared memories and how it exists in the siloes of individual memories is one of the craziest parts of grief. So everytime someone talks about my parents, I am always quiet to listen.
You know the Eulogy product in Black mirror? I really want to build a version of it. I think shared memories and how it exists in the siloes of individual memories is one of the craziest parts of grief. So everytime someone talks about my parents, I am always quiet to listen.
Reading “Between the World and Me” by Ta Nehisi Coates really broke me.
Genetically, humans are all one race. We are about 99.9% identical. The concept of “race” as we know it is a social construct. The differences we often label as racial, like skin color, facial features, or hair texture, are simply adaptations to our environment.
Any increase in life That limits your growth in God Is actually a decrease
I am always confused when getting a pedicure. I keep apologizing or thanking them to the point of discomfort. Washing another person’s feet is one hell of a task. Got one today again, and I realise just how much Jesus Christ washing cracked feet of illiterate disciples meant.
Interesting. Attended CGM…my family church till tomorrow. Attended Word of Faith and then CFI When I first moved to Lagos, I was housed for over a year by the church until I could cater to housing. CGM holds a big space in my heart.
Took a walk through the places that animated my life as a growing young man in Benin. Walked for two hours going from my school to all the houses we lived in, my friends houses, and church. It left me humble, tearful, filled with grief and the pain of watching things decay.
There are more churches per 50 persons in Benin than anywhere else in the world, and this is a guess.
For today’s foray, I attended the church I grew up in. The church where my mother was made a deaconess. I am humbled to be here, and I am thankful for the ministry of Archbishop Benson and Margaret Idahosa. Thank you for being a foundational part of my Christian formation.
Same. I did it every single time I went to buy peak milk. These days, how many people can afford tin peak milk.
" I know say one day you go make us proud"ad Spent the whole time trying to balance peak milk on my foot.
…but guards fiercely in death. I love this story so much…I have goosebumps as I recall and write. And there’s small tears inna me eyes. This is one story I’ll love to see on screen, I hope someone does make it happen. P.S: Queen Idia was powerful. She deserves her own story.