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Situationships And Citizenships — Part Two
© Segun Iwasanmi Articles of Love (Spoken Word Pieces) — Article II 💊💊💊 They want to dine at the table but never commit to the house. So they visit hearts like tourists take pictures, leave memories, never stay long enough to build anything that lasts. And you, you start shrinking your standards to fit their comfort. You start calling confusion connection, calling delay depth, calling absence space. But space without purpose is just distance in disguise. Let me say this slowly ...
Situationships And Citizenships — Part One
© Segun Iwasanmi Articles of Love (Spoken Word Pieces) — Article II 💊💊💊 We met in a space that had no name, just vibes, just late nights, just “let’s see how it goes.” No label, no table, just crumbs we called connection. You said, “Let’s not complicate things.” So we complicated souls instead. We were together, but not tethered. Close enough to feel, far enough to deny. Situationship a relation without real action, a courtship that fears hardship, a connection allergi...
Obedient But Off Course — Final Part
© Segun Iwasanmi “This Thing Called Life" Series — Episode 21 💊💊💊 If you follow instructions without understanding direction, you can be moving correctly and still be lost. E shock you? It's because nobody will correct you. Nobody stops you. You even look disciplined and ook serious. People will clap for you. Meanwhile, you are far from where you are supposed to be. I have seen people defend wrong paths with correct habits. “I pray.” “I try.” “I don’t offend anybody...
Obedient But Off Course — Part Two
© Segun Iwasanmi “This Thing Called Life" series — Episode 21 💊💊💊 Another person wakes up early, posts motivational quotes, shares deep captions, responds “noted” in every group chat, but their actual life is standing still. Nothing is changing. Then you see someone in a relationship, always available, always answering calls, always present, but not actually building anything meaningful. Just showing up, not showing depth. It is possible to be present and still be absent. Tha...
Love Is Not The Problem, Our Definition Is.
© Segun Iwasanmi Friday “Talk Am As E Be!" 💊💊💊 Love did not fail you. It only feels that way because of what you were shown and what you came to believe love should look like. And quietly, without even naming it, you have been trying to settle the difference. Trying to make sense of why something that was supposed to feel safe ended up leaving marks. Sometimes it starts small. The way someone spoke to you and called it care. The way silence followed when you needed words. The way yo...
Obedient But Off Course — Part One
© Segun Iwasanmi “This Thing Called Life" series — Episode 21 💊💊💊 It started with a small argument that was not supposed to become anything serious. Two friends stood by the roadside, their voices rising slowly, not shouting yet, but already sharp enough to draw attention. “I did exactly what they said,” one of them kept insisting. “Exactly,” the other replied. “That is the problem. You did what they said, not what you were meant to do.” I was not part of the convers...
Notification: “You Haven't Prayed Today" — Final Part
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Eight 💊💊💊 “It’s okay, my son,” she said. “Everybody gets those days.” Christian nodded and tore the corner of the sachet with his teeth. The cold water slid down his throat and settled somewhere deep inside him. He knew now what those days really were. They were the days you tried to move through a complicated world with a disconnected soul. Days when the signal was weak and every small thing felt heavier than it ...
Notification: “You Haven't Prayed Today" — Part Ten
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Eight 💊💊💊 … Christian leaned back against the rough bark of the tree, his chest rising and falling unevenly. Relief washed through him so quickly it almost made him dizzy. He looked again at the Spirit-Interface. Another notification appeared quietly. CEO: Response Received. Because you finally stayed on the line. A small pause. Then the final line blinked gently. Next time the Morning Sync calls… don’t snooze it...
Notification: “You Haven't Prayed Today" — Part Nine
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Eight 💊💊💊 It was rough and quiet. Those ones that comes when someone finally admits the truth to himself. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, staring at the red dust on his feet. “I’m really sorry. I’ve been treating You like a joke. Like something I can open only when my own data finishes.” His voice faded, but he stayed there. Minutes passed. He didn’t ask for money for his mother. He didn’t beg for the exam t...
We Have Normalized Something We Should Not Have
© Segun Iwasanmi Friday “Talk Am As E Be!" These days, it feels like we no longer know how to pause. Rest has slowly been replaced with content. Sleep has been traded for endless scrolling. Even silence now feels uncomfortable, so we fill it with noise and call it productivity. And then we find ourselves tired in a strange way. The kind of tiredness that sleep alone cannot fix. That tiredness has a name. But most of us are moving too fast to sit quietly long enough to hear it. Your body h...
Notification: “You Haven't Prayed Today" — Part Seven
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Eight 💊💊💊 For a moment the world seemed to pause. The laughter of students passing nearby faded. The sound of a motorbike somewhere down the road became distant. Even the birds in the tree above him seemed to fall silent. Christian swallowed hard. “I… I’ll see what I can do,” he said slowly. The call ended. His hands were shaking now. This was the moment he needed help. Real help. Help that moved mountains. He...
Notification: “You Haven't Prayed Today" — Part Six
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Eight 💊💊💊 The class passed like fog. Words floated past him but refused to settle anywhere in his head. Dr. Adebayo’s voice moved steadily across the room, Whiteboard marker scribbling on the board, pages turning, students murmuring quietly. Christian tried to write but his pen kept pausing halfway through sentences. His mind drifted to the most useless places—random memories, old football highlights, even the chorus of ...
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How does one plant on a land full of weed? The seed would either die or live competing for space, light, air and nutrients. Until Men learn to come to God with an open heart, they would always leave without receiving from him —— Azusa Reigniters Tribe
Notification: “You Haven't Prayed Today" — Part Five
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media — Chapter Eight 💊💊💊 … A small group of students stood near the door. Among them was Funke, the one who always noticed when he posted something spiritual on the department group chats. The one who liked to tease him about becoming “Brother Christian.” She waved when she saw him. “Christian! You’re almost late,” she said, her eyes bright with excitement. “Did you see the update on the department group?” He shook his ...
This One Rule Saves Bad Script
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ An old village storyteller once said something that stayed with me. He said when elders gather to tell long stories at night, nobody notices the hours passing. But the moment the storyteller starts wandering, adding things that don’t move the tale forward, people begin to cough, stretch their legs, and quietly leave the fire. Stories have always been like that, even before cinema arrived. The camera simply made the rule stricter. A film scene is not the...
Notification: “You Haven't Prayed Today" — Part Four
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 … Christian blinked. The woman normally greeted him with a warm smile, sometimes even adding an extra sachet when the weather was too hot. “Ah, Mama,” he said, trying to laugh it off. “Na just Fifty naira now. Why you dey vex like this?” The conversation shifted quickly. One sentence became two, then three, and before Christian knew it they were talking over each other. It was nothing serious, nothing dramatic, but the ...
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...
