20/01/2026
The Story of My Life: The Chapter Called Giving
This chapter of my life is a gift, almost a bonus chapter, because it tells the story of my calling to care. Other chapters will follow, God willing, in the pages of a book yet to come. But this one stands on its own, breathing with purpose, obedience, and grace.
I am the last of seven children. Growing up, our home was never quiet or small. My siblings lived outside the country, and their children stayed with our parents. So I grew up surrounded by nieces and nephews, learning early what leadership truly looks like, not from a podium, but from daily life.
I learned how to share my space, my time, my resources, and even myself. And I did it effortlessly, because love made room.
As I grew older, I made a quiet decision, one that needed no applause and no persuasion. My parents never went on holiday, they were there for us and their grandchildren, I saw it as a gift, a sacrifice and I chose to take good care of my parents. I wasn’t coerced, and I wasn’t performing for anyone. It was simply my responsibility and my joy. I ensured they received monthly feeding allowances, clothing, and proper care to the best of my ability, until they transitioned peacefully to heaven.
The marital journey chapter will come with a bang. Wait for it.
Then came the leading, the unmistakable call to support widows and orphans. At that time, my total monthly salary was around ₦72,000. It didn’t make sense on paper. It wasn’t convenient. It was difficult. But I obeyed.
That obedience has lasted for almost two decades.
And God has never failed to show up. I have learned that money is not drawn to comfort; it is drawn to purpose. When a vision carries heaven’s intent, provision finds its way there.
Through the years, obedience has carried rewards that money cannot buy. God has rescued me from sickness, preserved me from fatal accidents, and remained unfailingly good to my family and me.
I may not have money stacked away. I don’t even have savings. We have understood that purpose gives money direction. Without purpose, money wanders; with purpose, it serves. I was intentional about money, it is a tool, it can't be stacked, it can't be worshipped, it must be used. Every resource that comes into our hands already has a mission attached to it even before they arrive, and we don’t delay in fulfilling it. Money responds to purpose. When God gives an assignment, He also releases the supply.
We don’t plan with money. That will be limiting, we plan with heaven’s storehouse.
And God releases exactly what we need, exactly when we need it.
For every person God sends us to, He rightly makes provision available. Thousands of widows are supported in their vocations. Orphans are helped through education and skill acquisition. Time and again, God raises helpers, people who lift our hands and walk alongside us. Their rewards are secure; heaven keeps perfect records. Yes!
We are pressing forward with faith-filled plans for this season:
a permanent meeting place,
a standby generator,
a ministry bus,
a food bank,
regular support for staff and volunteers,
and the grace to reach even more lives.
This is the chapter called Giving.
This is the life called Care.
And by God’s grace, we move. By TBT
- Psychospiritual Therapist
- Teacher of the word
- Mother of nations.
