Fadiran Oluwapelumi (beruiah)

Fadiran Oluwapelumi

Poet, Writer, Believer

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God is too good to be unkind too wise to be mistaken when we cannot trace his hands , we must trust his heart

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Sometimes I wish I had something noble to say when someone asks why I write—the lofty answers that sound good on paper. But the truest driving force has always been pain. When the weight of the world grows too heavy, writing becomes my way of stepping aside, of catching my breath. It’s the simplest and most honest way I know to process life. At heart, I’m a philosopher. Writing helps me untangle complex ideas and bring order to the chaos within and around me. It’s how I think, how I see. Lately, I’ve also begun to notice just how much beauty there is in the world. When we slow down and pay attention, we discover countless stories waiting to be told. I want to steward as many of those stories as I can—faithfully, intentionally, and with care.

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Smile. Be happy today. Do not hide your smile— It is neither a secret nor a treasure to be buried in the dust of the earth. The rush of negative emotions you feel are only guests—visitors. You do not need to give them power. This is your home. You have the authority to decide when they must leave. Beruiah

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One of the things that makes the concept of forgiveness easier is self-awareness. Especially as a believer, as you grow in your journey of pleasing God, you begin to realize just how flawed you truly are. Good people are not those who think they are incapable of wrong; they are those who are very much aware of their own propensity for evil — and because of that, they find it easier to let go of the wrongs of others. We forgive because we have first been forgiven. God has forgiven us much, and it is from that well of mercy that we draw the strength to forgive others.

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Joy Joy is an oversized purple agbada draped on a baby— lavish, overwhelming. It feels like the bubbling of a river dam on the edge of breaking its banks. Joy is like a freshly sewn boubou on a young girl— suddenly, she walks like a rich aunty. The grip of sadness may linger for a night, but Joy— Joy is coming. Beruiah

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