Taiwolilly's Quill🖋

Everyone is sinking and yet they think they're breathing. God help us, that is what I ask. The world is dark. Who will be our light in the darkness? We're all drowning, we need air. Was the world this evil at the time of Noah? If yes, is it time for another cleansing? But of a different kind? We need air, we need life, we need to breathe. God, you are this world's only hope. Help us! ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° Hey guys, it's me again. I hope you enjoyed this one! In this trying time, we need God now more than ever, because only He can save us.🌼  Feel free to comment and please subscribe!❤🤗 Muah!😘

A Short Flash Fiction, where a man sold his soul to the devil in return for his mother's life. ENJOY! * * * I could barely breathe with the dirty horse sack over my head. I was panting as I tried figuring out where they were taking me. I wasn't wearing any shoes, so I felt every sharp pinch of the rocks against my feet. "Where are you taking me?" I managed to grit out but my words came out incoherent against the dirty rag rubbing me in the face. Finally, we stopped and I was brought to my knees by a rough kick to my legs. "Welcome, Bill." A voice said to my left. The sack was taken off me and I saw my fellow co-worker at the local Wall-mart. "Mike?" I looked around me and saw the two men that had led me here. They weren't any people I knew. I looked around; it seemed like a basement of some kind. They kept some wine bottles in cribs on the wall. We were in a wine cellar. "What was so special about this place that you had to gag me and cove

Creativity. Making a creation that has not been created by another creator. Using a spoon to make a model of a bike, that is creativity. Using a cardboard and bottle covers to make the model of a car, that is creativity. The ability to make beauty in diverse forms with diverse methods is creativity. Creative designs marvel the viewers of your work because it is something different, something they've never before seen, something that boggles their mind in an unusual way. It is awe-inspiring because it has been masterfully crafted. And I believe in our own special way, we're all creative🤗❤ Whether you're an artist, or an hair beautician, whether you're a singer or you're a writer, creativity is us.❤🌼 ° ° ° ° ° ° Feel free to comment your thoughts below!🤗❤

I think it's a normal thing to be anxious about the future, one always want to be better than what they already are. We all fear a life of regret but the future is made by actions of today. I think that there are some specific questions you need to ask yourself; A purpose is defined by so many things. What makes you happy? What do you want to be remembered for? Do you want to be the solution to a particular problem in the world? Or what do you want to impact or who? And why? Or do you just want to find a way of expression, do you want to show the world just who you are, and that they'll be lucky to have you in it. I think you need to do a deep search within and ask yourself, who am I and what do I want to be known for that even my future self and ultimately God will be proud of.  And once you know who you are and what you stand for then you begin working towards it. It takes planning and dedication just like any thing else.🌼❤ I wrote this for a good friend a while back🤗❤ I ho

Lately I've been questioning myself. How do people see me? I know no one is perfect but maybe my good side outways the bad, maybe. Am I beautiful to you, inside outside? Or just on the inside. I have scars, big ones and in not so pretty places. The doctors call it keloid. Yup the monster has a name. No one knows my pain. Only two people ever did. God and sis. It's hard but I would rather hope for a solution than let it get to me. I see how people look at my scars sometimes. Especially when they've seen my beauty a few times only to see what's hidden beneath my shirt, right below my neck. Some scars can't be hidden, like the ones on my wrist and arm. It hurts—literally. I'm in pain quite a lot of times from the scars. Who else would love me scars and all? Will you, will he, will they? I hope they do. I'll always find the strength to keep loving myself, despite all these. I love me, and I hope you do too.❤ ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° So guys, I hope you like this one! And

Mind of mine. I've seen a lot of things Heard a lot of things. "Where is the light at the end of the tunnel?" I ask. He looked at me and said, "Wait for it, it won't be long now." "But how long will we wait?!" His voice were more urgent as he spoke,  "Wait for it." ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° Hey guys, so this will be my first piece. Enjoy!🥧 Please feel free to share your thoughts🤗!

My name is Idowu Taiwo, I'm Nigerian and this is my first blog ever created. Whoo hoo!!😁 Where to start, Oh the pressure!😬 I'm a lot of things: I'm a lover of God, a content creator, a beginner in Digital Marketing (hopefully that'll change soon😁), a photographer, an aspiring author( I actually have written two books). Yay🌼 I also sing together with my sister.🤗 I love reading, I'm actually still an undergraduate and I love the learning experience—come and fight me.🙃 Just joking though, I don't have a fighting bone in my body.😅 I'm a huge movie buff, I love cartoons and I'm a huge advocate of love, true unadulterated love. I'm a calm and collected person who believes in the power of light over darkness. And that's why I do what I do—to spread a little bit of light however way that I can.  I look forward to meeting my lovely viewers and I hope you are too. Good bye! Oh, a kiss before I go yonder. Muah!😘