Author: Olú Abíkóyè

He asked for wisdom. He got it. Then he collected horses, wives, and regrets.
This diary entry is a hilarious, heartfelt reflection on Solomon, divine love, and what it means to be wildly blessed even while our foolishness is still loading.

A Workers’ Day letter for those still showing up — even when their soul clocked out at 9:07 a.m.

Let’s be honest, if Samson lived in 2025, he’d probably have a blue tick on Instagram, a gym selfie routine, and a PR crisis manager on speed dial.

By the time Florence got the full story at church—thanks to Barbie Doll—her mental ledger of our offences was flipping through pages like a litany on an invisible scroll.

Dear Diary,January 7, 2025 I am not an actress, so I wonder why my life is full of drama. Today, I was so mad that I began to laugh. Ask me what happened? I woke up at 6 a.m., and all I wanted was a quick hot bath to kickstart my day and set the…

When a shadow interrupted my perfect moment of bliss, I opened my eyes to something I never could have prepared for—a bold, unsolicited anatomy lesson.

In a world often unkind, surrendering to vulnerability becomes the true miracle of self-compassion, offering both peace and resilience.

You know how sometimes you feel like something’s creeping too close in your space, and you whisper, “St Michael – the Archangel, defend me”? Yeah, that’s his cue.

At the edge of a dream, I stood before a radiant vision, where light poured into the ocean, painting the world in vivid colours—a scene of overwhelming beauty and profound mystery.

Dear Diary, Salty Surprise! August 18, 2024. Let me set the stage: I was curled up in bed, battling some next-level cramps, and desperately craving something normal to eat. After nearly 24 hours of feeling like I was on a nauseous rollercoaster, I needed something simple and comforting. Something like…pancakes! I’ve had some success with…