Segun Iwasanmi
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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...
God's Blue Tick: Verified By Fire — Part Three
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 The first time Christian heard about Heaven’s verification, he thought it would come the same way Instagram does it, clean profile, enough engagement, and one powerful prayer post that would make the CEO notice him. He had seen people online with blue ticks flaunting their status like royalty. Some even added “verified” beside their names on WhatsApp. So when Pastor Jide said during Bible study that only those verified by fi...
When You're Always The Victim (CONT'D)
© Segun Iwasanmi " This Thing Called Life " Series — Episode 15 💊💊💊 You know what I mean. Mummy never apologizes. Daddy never admits fault. When you try to explain something, it’s “Are you talking back at me?” or “When you have your own house, you can talk.” So, unknowingly, we grow up thinking taking responsibility means weakness. We shout at our siblings for the same thing our parents did to us, and still justify it. Try to point it out and you’ll hear, “This one is...
What If The Servant Girl Never Spoke To Naaman’s Wife?
© Segun Iwasanmi "What If ❓" Series — Episode 18 💊💊💊 What if she kept quiet, thinking, “Who will hear a maid?” What if her mouth stayed sealed while heaven waited? Naaman would still be mixing herbs and honey, still trying new lotions, new prophets, new rivers. Sometimes silence looks humble, but it can also be harmful. Never think small of a small voice, because God often wraps greatness in gentleness. It was not Elijah’s shout that healed Naaman, it was the whisper of a n...
The Post That Went Viral In Eternity — Part Two (CONT'D)
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 Omoor,I realized the CEO Himself had already boosted it, No Paid ads, Immediately, I clicked the like button 10 times. That prayer, that single, almost shy whisper, went viral. It wasn’t loud enough to trend on earth, but in Heaven, it became a headline. Christian didn’t know this. All he knew was that peace, thick and quiet, had settled in his chest. He couldn’t explain it. It was the kind of peace that doesn’t announce...
The Post That Went Viral In Eternity — Chapter Two
© Segun Iwasanmi The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media 💊💊💊 That morning was quiet. The kind of quiet that has a voice of its own. It had rained in the night, and the roofs were still dripping tiny drops of water that sounded like whispers. The sky was pale, undecided between sunrise and leftover clouds. Christian sat by his window, staring into nothing, the way one stares when both the heart and the head are full but speech has gone on strike. He hadn’t slept well. The dream from the oth...
It's More About The Office Than You
© Segun Iwasanmi 💊💊💊 It's not about you, it's more about the office you are called into. Stay long in the cave of Adullam before your emergence, don't come out all in the name of "Heaven needs labourers," He's talking of the office rather than the personality. You're not the one He's in dire need of but — labourers, and labourers undergo training, rigorous ones. God's eyes looked to and fro over the land of Israel searching for "a man after His heart," not David. He wasn't search...
Why Your Readers Drop Your Story Halfway
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ Nobody likes a story that gives everything away without making you feel something. Readers want to feel smart, not spoon-fed. They want to connect the dots, not be dragged by the hand. That’s why some stories pull you in and others make you yawn. See, storytelling is like cooking. You don’t serve all the meat at once. You hide small treasures across the pot,little moments that make readers say “wait… that line connects!” or “ah, so that’s why ...
Fighting For a Seat God Never Reserved for You (CONT'D)
© Segun Iwasanmi "This Thing Called Life" Series — Episode 14 💊💊💊 Last week, I met an old classmate. She used to bake cakes for birthdays and church events. Her cakes were more than food,they were happiness covered in icing. But now she was telling me how she closed the bakery to “face ministry.” I smiled and asked, “And how’s the ministry?” Her face fell. “It’s been hard,” she said. “No direction, no joy, no fruit.” I didn’t laugh. I only whispered, “Maybe t...
Why Your Scenes Are Dying Before They Even Breathe
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ Every scene must leave a tiny itch in the mind. It could be curiosity, it could be tension, it could even be laughter. But something inside them must want the next page, the next line, the next shot. If not, you’ve only written decoration, not story. Here’s the trick: don’t dump everything in one go. Give just enough to pull, not to satisfy fully. Think of it like gist. Nobody tells the whole story in one breath. You drop small small until your friend...
Why Predictable Endings Kill Good Scripts
© Segun Iwasanmi ✍️✍️✍️ If your audience can guess your ending halfway through the film, you’ve already lost them. Nobody spends two hours just to confirm what they knew from the start. Here’s the secret: a strong ending must be unpredictable but still feel inevitable. Sounds like a riddle, right? But that’s the gold of scriptwriting. Think about it. The best films don’t end the way you expected, yet when the twist lands, you realise everything had been pointing there all...
Happy New Month, Fam,
October is here! Wasn't it yesterday that we screamed Happy New Year? The 10th month of the year already. And, funny enough, though “Octo” means eight, October is the tenth,proof that even calendars can confuse us sometimes. 😅 But whether eight or ten, what matters is this: God kept you till now, and He will carry you through. Since October is also Nigeria’s independence month, I pray for you: may this month mark your personal independence from worry, struggle, and every hidden chain h...
The Algorithm Of Heaven's Media
© Segun Iwasanmi Chapter One — When Heaven Sent A Friend Request ( CONT'D) 💊💊💊 The next morning, as he was walking out of Adeyemi's gate in Ondo City, he passed a street preacher with cracked voice shouting, “Repent! Accept the invitation of Heaven today!” Christian froze. For a second, he could swear the man’s words sounded exactly like the notification he saw in his dream. He shook his head and muttered, “Coincidence.” Later that day, a gospel song played in a passing k...
