Segun Iwasanmi
© Segun Iwasanmi | ™The Man With The Story.
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Talk Am As E be.
© Segun Iwasanmi 💊💊💊 Nobody is really okay and everybody is really pretending and somehow that is the thing keeping social gatherings alive. You walk in, "I'm fine, you?" "Fine, you?" Fine. Fine. Fine. Meanwhile the whole room is one honest conversation away from crying into the small chops. The thing is, we have done this so long that the mask has started to feel like a face. Someone finally asks how you are really doing and you panic because you have forgotten the answer. Many ...
Notification: “You Haven't Prayed Today" — Part Three
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 … Christian paused at the doorway, one hand resting on the frame. For a moment he just stood there. Somewhere inside his head a small voice rose up, gentle but stubborn. It sounded very much like his mother’s voice on those mornings she used to knock on his door before school. Go back. Kneel down first. Christian glanced at his wristwatch instead. 8:45 AM. His heart skipped a little. Philosophy of Education started at nine, a...
Motivation Won't Finish Your Book
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ There is a notebook on Mr Lagbaja’s table that has been “about to become a book” for three years. The owner is serious about it. Every January he announces it like a national project. New year, new resolution, new discipline. But by March the notebook is back on the table again, resting like someone that came to greet and decided to sleep over. One evening they were talking and he said something honest. “I don’t lack motivation,” he said. “...
Notification: “You Haven't Prayed Today" — Part Two
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 … Outside the room his neighbour, Kayode was already up, pouring water from a yellow bucket into a smaller one. The splashing echoed against the bare walls. The sharp smell of Morning Fresh soap filled the environment. Christian rubbed his eyes. “I’ll pray in the bathroom,” he told himself quietly. “Or maybe while walking to class. It’s a long trek to the lecture theatre anyway. I’ll just plug in my earphones so peo...
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I love this song "Jehovah take over, I have to the end of myself, Hallelujah, I have come to the end of my self" Sometimes God drives men to the end of the wall, so that they'll be left with no choice than to turn to Him for help. That's one of the extent of his love. —— Azusa Reigniters Tribe
Why Writers Miss Their Own Mistake
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ I once watched a friend argue with his own manuscript like two people were inside the room. He had printed the whole thing, about eighty pages, and he was pacing around the table. “See how smooth this line is,” he kept saying, tapping the paper like a teacher marking brilliance. The line read Go to the pubic office publicly. I didn’t say anything at first. I just let him continue praising the sentence. Then I asked him. “What's the name of the rat...
Love Is Not A Like (Final Part)
© Segun Iwasanmi Articles of Love (Spoken word pieces)— Article I 💊💊💊 … Stop loving for the timeline. Start loving for the lifetime. Do not just double tap hearts. Touch them. Do not just follow pages. Follow through. Because at the end of the day, when the network fails, when the battery dies, when the noise reduces, it will not be your likes that hold you. It will be the life you lived in love. And I say this, not as a spectator, but as the master archer of words, aiming ...
Depth Is Not What You Think It Is
© Segun Iwasanmi 💊💊💊 Last month, a young man sent me the first chapter of his book at 2:17 a.m. He said, “Please be honest.” I could tell he had been awake for hours. The title was heavy. The first page was heavier. Every sentence sounded like it wore an Agbada on suit during heat period By page three, I was tired. Why?, because nobody in that story sounded like a real human being. A mother was angry and she said, “I am experiencing emotional turbulence.” As how nahhh?, Whic...
Love Is Not A Like (Part 2)
© Segun Iwasanmi Articles of Love (Spoken word pieces)— Article I 💊💊💊 …If you love me, love me when the camera is off. Love me when the make up is off. Love me when the money is low, and the mood is lower. Do not just like my shine. Stand with me in my shadow. Because it is easy to like a picture, it is harder to love a person. It is easy to post happy birthday, it is harder to be present in a breakdown. We have confused visibility with value. If they see it, we think it is r...
Love Is Not A Like (Part 1)
© Segun Iwasanmi Articles of Love (Spoken word pieces)— Article I 💊💊💊 Ladies and gentlemen, permit me to read from the constitution of the heart. Article One. Love is not a like. We live in a generation that can double tap faster than it can double check. You post pain at 2am, and by 2:01 it has fifty likes, but not one knock on your door. We have mastered reaction, but forgotten response. We have attention, but no intention. You say you love me, but your love only lives online...
Born Again, But Not Grown Again (Final Part)
© Segun Iwasanmi This Thing Called life — Episode 20 💊💊💊 The painful truth is this. Spiritual immaturity does not look childish. It looks confident. It argues well. It prays well. It even teaches sometimes. But it avoids correction. It hates inconvenience. It resists growth. And the danger is not suffering. The danger is comfort. You can be comfortable in the journey and still miss the destination. That is the part many people do not like to hear. Growth is uncomfortable. It qu...
Try This Test On Your Book Idea.
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ A few months ago, someone stopped me after a small gathering and said she had a book inside her. She was serious, careful, almost afraid actually I asked what the book was about and watched her pause, look up, then start again from somewhere else. After two minutes, we were still circling. Characters entered and disappeared. The point kept shifting. I could tell the story mattered to her, but it hadn’t settled yet. It was like listening to king Nebuchad...
Born Again, But Not Grown Again
© Segun Iwasanmi This Thing Called life — Episode 20 💊💊💊 I was in a bus one afternoon, one of those short trips that somehow feel long. The engine sounded tired and everyone looked like they are managing life in small portions. A woman was arguing with the conductor over change. It was a small amount, but the argument was loud. People were already choosing sides with their silence. Then someone behind me said, calmly but sharp, “Madam, calm down now. You are a Christian.” The w...
What They Don't Tell New Scriptwriters
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ The first script I ever read that disappointed me was not badly written. The grammar was fine. The dialogue was clean. But after five pages, I felt tired, like someone had been talking at me instead of letting me watch something happen. A boy walked into a room and spent two paragraphs explaining how angry he was. Not once did he slam a door. Not once did he hesitate before sitting down. He just kept telling us how to feel, the way some people talk too muc...
When The Angels Liked My Post (Part 4)
© Segun Iwasanmi Tha Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Seven 💊💊💊 Christian laughed out loud. He was walking beside a dusty road, his shoes turning brown, his shirt sticking to his back with sweat, yet he felt like he was moving down a red carpet. Like someone important, precisely like someone seen. Then a car slowed beside him. This one is not maruwa. A clean Toyota, windows rolled up, air conditioner humming softly. The driver wound down the glass. “Guy! You’re Christia...
When The Angels Liked My Post ( PART 3)
© Segun Iwasanmi Tha Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Seven 💊💊💊 Christian smiled, lifted his hand in a small, awkward wave, and began the long walk toward Sabo. Maybe there, if God was kind, he would find a cheaper ride. On earth, it was nothing special. Four hundred naira. A simple exchange in a city where kindness often disappeared into the noise. Nobody brought out a phone. Nobody shouted, “Kind young man spotted at Ife Garage!” To anyone watching, he was just another bo...
Editing Is Not What Most People Think It Is.
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ A woman once sent me a chapter from the book she had been struggling with for months. She apologised before I even opened the file. Said her grammar wasn’t strong, that she knew plenty things were wrong, that I should not laugh. I read the chapter slowly, twice, and realised grammar was the least of her problems. The story itself was fighting her. She knew what she wanted to say, but the words kept taking wrong turns. One paragraph would be about grief, th...
What If Gideon Stayed In The Winepress?
© Segun Iwasanmi What If❓ Series — Episode 22 💊💊💊 What if he kept hiding behind routine, pressing grapes where wheat should breathe, convincing himself that silence was wisdom and fear was just being careful? Imagine him shrinking his dreams to fit a corner, telling himself that survival was enough. Outside, enemies harvest what they never planted. Inside, a warrior learns the language of hiding. It is funny how comfort can feel like safety until it starts to smell like a cage. B...
Born Free
Born Free © Segun Iwasanmi 💊💊💊 They called it the birth of a child… But heaven called it the beginning of freedom. A cry in a manger, But a shout in eternity. No palace, no crown, no throne in sight, Yet that night, darkness started losing its fight. Unto us a Child was born, Unto us a Son was given, But unto sin, a sentence was written: “Your reign is broken, your chains are finished.” This was not just history, It was liberty. Not just a baby in swaddling cloth, But the brea...
Jesus Is Not Your Boyfriend (CONT'D)
© Segun Iwasanmi This Thing Called Life — Episode 19 💊💊💊 I passed by a small food joint. A young man was on his phone, laughing and talking loudly. “I love you with my whole heart,” he said. “You know I cannot breathe without you.” The woman frying akara beside me rolled her eyes. “Hmm, Shina sha like to deceive this girl,” she muttered. “Is he not the one trying to toast another girl here few minutes ago?” We laughed quietly. That incident got me thinking. Love i...
Jesus Is Not Your Boyfriend
© Segun Iwasanmi This Thing Called Life — Episode 19 💊💊💊 It was triggered by a normal scroll. Just thumbs moving, eyes half open, mind not ready for anything serious. Then I saw a sentence that paused me. “May it not be heard that someone loves you more than me.” I was like “Wow, Strong words. Beautiful words.” I reread it, words like that sound like fire when you read them slowly. I stared at it longer than I planned to. Not because it was wrong. Not because it was offen...
Mercy, Lord! (Final Part)
© Segun Iwasanmi 💊💊💊 The case sat at the back there like something that had been waiting for me all along. When I held it, everything inside me broke open. I understood how that woman in Scripture danced when she found her lost coin. I danced. I thanked God. I laughed. I cried. I felt faith grow inside me like a tree that suddenly found water. What God cannot do does not exist. It may not happen the way we expect, but His timing is always exact. How did I meet that young man twice? ...
Mercy, Lord! (CONT'D)
© Segun Iwasanmi 💊💊💊 By afternoon, someone told us about an office. On the way there,I explained my ordeal to the driver and he gave me the Chairman's number,I called him, nothing. The driver suggested we try the market because many of them gather there. We went. We searched. We waited. By evening, our strength left us. I went home with a head full of noise. That was when Doubt escorted Satan and tried to sneak into my heart. I suddenly understood why some people fall when life presse...
Mercy, Lord!
© Segun Iwasanmi 💊💊💊 “Holy Ghost, help me find it. Kai! Okada rider, please ride fast. Let me check if it’s this Maruwa.” That was how my Friday was midway, with sweat on my face, dust on my shoes, and a prayer that kept rising from my chest like someone pushing it up by force. Friday was supposed to be simple. I wanted to attend a teenage and youth program in church, and my plan was to get there early enough to breathe, prepare and settle in. When I boarded the tricycle at Ad...
The Content Calendar of Destiny — Final Part
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Six 💊💊💊 Engagement Strategy. Dr. Okafor tapped the third section gently, like someone introducing a child to something delicate. “Your prayers and worship cannot end with you alone,” he said. “If everything you do is only feeding your own spirit, your reach will always be small. Engagement, Christian. That is where community comes in.” Christian frowned a little. “How do I… engage, sir?” “Two simple ways,...
The Content Calendar Of Destiny (Part Three)
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Six 💊💊💊 “We don’t begin with what you post, Christian,” Dr. Okafor said quietly. “We begin with when you post… and why.” He tapped the first part of the circle. “This one is your Anchor Content. Your non-negotiable. The thing you show up for every day, even when your body is quarreling with you. This is the time you give to the CEO. Not because you feel holy, but because it is the foundation of everything els...
The Content Calendar of Destiny — CONT'D
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Six 💊💊💊 Dr. Okafor was a small, almost fragile-looking man whose glasses were forever threatening to slip off his nose. Nothing about him suggested “spiritual giant.” If anything, he looked like someone who needed sleep and maybe a weekend somewhere quiet. But Christian had heard the whispers: this was the man behind some of the most successful student brands on campus. If consistency had a custodian, it was him. Christ...
The Content Calendar of Destiny
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Six 💊💊💊 The lesson from the Eternal Stories tab settled quietly inside Christian, the way warm water settles inside an empty cup. Something in him shifted. He moved around campus with a calmer, more deliberate air, less interested in the quick gossip that usually floated around lecture halls and food queues. He no longer saw his life as a series of moments that disappeared after a day. It felt more like a long, permanent rec...
What If The Thief On The Cross Stayed Proud?
© Segun Iwasanmi "What If ❓" Series — Episode 21 💊💊💊 What if he held his pain like a trophy, chest out, face hard, too stubborn to whisper the truth his heart already knew? What if his last breath was wasted on bitterness, instead of that small soft plea that opened eternity? Imagine dying beside the Door of heaven, yet refusing to knock. Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is to surrender. Because pride feels like power, but it quietly poisons your chance to rise. There are...
Your Curse Is Your Clapback — Part Three
© Segun Iwasanmi "This Thing Called Life" Series — Episode 18 💊💊💊 A truth I have seen again and again but never fully understood until that girl behind me shouted her seventh insult. Most people who curse others are actually speaking from a well inside them. A well that has never been cleaned. Many times, they grew up with parents whose tongues were always knives. Mothers who tore everyone down but never saw it as tearing. Fathers whose anger came out as names, labels, pronouncemen...
Your Curse Is Your Clapback — CONT'D
© Segun Iwasanmi "This Thing Called Life" Series — Episode 18 💊💊💊 The hall was hot but my thoughts were hotter. I kept asking myself one question. Why are words so cheap to some people? Why do insults come out of their mouth faster than breath? I remembered a man I once saw in a small shop in Odosida. He wanted pure water. The seller delayed a little because she was counting change for someone else. The man hissed loudly. “Some people are useless. Give me my pure water.” The ...
Your Curse Is Your Clapback
© Segun Iwasanmi "This Thing Called Life" Series —Episode 18 💊💊💊 I did not plan to think deeply today. I only wanted to drop my screening form and leave. Simple task. No drama. But life has its own way of teaching you lessons inside heat, queue and human beings. OBJ hall was full. I found a seat near the front through the help of one of my course mate (Amapiano) and sat. Nothing special. Just students waiting for their turn, sweating quietly, minding their business. At least most...
Stories That Don't Expire — Chapter Five (Final Part)
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 Little Amaka, a junior student, sat alone under the old mango tree behind the classroom block, her eyes swollen and wet, her cheeks streaked with dust. In her shaky hands was the broken ceramic plate used in the school canteen. She wasn’t crying because the plate had cracked. She was crying because Brother Felix, the disciplinary prefect whose face always looked as if life had forced him to swallow something sour, had promised to ...
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Stories That Don't Expire — Chapter Five (CONT'D)
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 He hesitated, then tapped it. A bright, warm light flooded the screen, and a warning popped up, not a generic pop-up, but one with the weight of ancient history. Warning: You are entering the Archive. These stories do not expire after 24 hours. They are permanent, indelible recordings of every action, thought, and word performed in the body, timestamped and filed under the Law of Remembrance. Enter with awe. Christia...
Stories That Don’t Expire — Chapter Five
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 The silence, Christian discovered, was far more demanding than the noise. When he had been loud and careless, the spiritual world had been quick to respond, either with the thunder of correction or the lightning flash of conviction. But now, in his self-imposed review period, Heaven was quiet. He was diligent. He avoided the small, petty lies that were so easy to tell. He controlled the irritation that rose in his chest when ...
They Married Your Talent, Not Your Person (CONT'D)
© Segun Iwasanmi "This Thing Called Life" Series — Episode 17 💊💊💊 It’s painful when people celebrate your performance but ignore your person. When they clap for your results but are silent about your rest. When they love your light but never care when your battery runs low. I once visited a couple that looked perfect on social media. Everything about them glittered like filtered gold. But behind the curtains, they barely spoke. She said, “I’m tired of being needed only when ...
They Married Your Talent, Not Your Person
© Segun Iwasanmi "This Thing Called Life" Series — Episode 17 💊💊💊 There’s this a kind of silence that feels louder than a crowd’s cheer. That was the silence Sister Tayo met the day she stopped singing. For years, she had been the voice of every Sunday morning. Her songs could melt the hardest heart. Some said, “If she sings during altar call, even Satan will kneel.” And truly, when she lifted her voice, it felt like heaven borrowed her lungs. But something happened one mo...
Shadowbanned In The Spirit —Chapter Four (CONT'D)
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 He had treated God's platform like a human social network: show the good side, hide the bad, and expect the algorithm to reward your performance. He hadn't understood that the CEO saw the entire history, the posts, the likes, the small, mumbled curses, and the deep-seated envy. That day, he didn't rush to his knees. He sat on the floor, picked up a piece of paper, and started writing down every single inconsistency, no matter h...
Chapter Four— Shadowbanned in the Spirit
Chapter Four— Shadowbanned in the Spirit © Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 After the fellowship, a season of genuine effort settled over him. He was consistent. He woke up early, sometimes even before Mama Eka’s rooster started its lazy, cracked shout, and he knelt to pray. He was not looking for miracles; he was looking for connection. He wanted that feeling, that deep, quiet assurance he felt when his first sincere whisper went viral in eternity. But...
