Aurorawrites✍️

Hi, my name is Esther… and I am a garri addict. There, I said it. They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Well, mine has always been simple: the moment I hear cold water splashing on garri, sugar and groundnut grinning on top, my self-control takes annual leave. I whisper to myself, “Just one cup.” But before I know it, I’ve licked the bowl clean and I’m negotiating with my conscience for round two. If you’ve ever found yourself in this hopeless cycle, congratulations. You’re not alone. And for the sake of our collective deliverance, I have put together seven tried-and-tested tricks to help us break free from garri addiction. Trick 1: Avoid Garri Friends. You know them. The ones who stroll into class with kuli-kuli in their pockets, or that neighbor who always stocks Peak milk like it’s an investment. They are not your friends. They are stumbling blocks, agents of relapse. If you must, block them on WhatsApp until your healing is complete. Trick 2: Replac...

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been studying the books of the Old Testament. And one thing keeps jumping at me — the level of grace we as believers under the New Covenant enjoy today. Grace freely brought to us through Jesus Christ. Just recently, we got a new offering basket for the fellowship. While washing it in readiness for Bible Study this evening (it had gathered some dust and stains from the store), my mind drifted back to those Old Testament times — when everything used in God’s temple had to be handled in a very specific way and only by certain people. In those days, if you weren’t a descendant of Aaron or a Levite, you had no right to touch anything connected to the temple. And it wasn’t just a rule — it was a matter of life and death! I remember Uzzah, who died instantly for touching the ark of the covenant when it was about to fall (2 Samuel 6:6–7) . He was trying to help, yet he died for it. But here I was — washing the fellowship’s offering basket with ordinary kitchen so...