🎤 “If You’re Wondering If God Still Wants You…”  If you think you have to be perfect to come to God… Don’t wait. Don’t wait until your prayers sound poetic, Or until your worship playlist has no skips. Come as you are— Even if your Bible app hasn’t been opened since last month, And your last prayer was just, “God, help.” If you’ve messed up again— Don’t think grace gave up on you. Grace doesn’t walk away like people do. Grace stays. Grace says, “Let’s try again.” If your walk with God feels like a rollercoaster, One day you’re on fire, Next day, you’re in your feelings, Watching Christian TikToks with a bag of chips and a guilty heart… That doesn’t disqualify you. It makes you human. And God knew that when He called you. Don’t think He only uses the strong. He used Moses—a stutterer. He used Peter—an impulsive hothead. He used Paul—a former persecutor. And He can use you— Even if you forgot to finish that Bible-in-a-year plan… again. He’s not waiting on perfection. He’s just waiti...

🎤 “Jesus, You Sure You Want Me?” They told me I should pray with big words. Like “Hallelujah,” “Sovereign,” and “Thy will be done.” But all I had was, “God… I messed up. Again.” They told me to worship with clean hands— But mine? Still got dirt under the fingernails of bad habits. > And I laughed— Because You’re holy, and I’m… Well, let’s just say I’m the guy who tried to fast and lasted ‘til 10:37 AM when the smell of my mom’s jollof rice broke every chain. > I’m the one who falls asleep mid-prayer and wakes up like, “Wait… where did I leave off? Was I talking about my job or asking for a wife?” > But You— You never rolled Your eyes. You didn’t unfriend me. You didn’t wait for me to glow-up spiritually. > You sat in my mess. In my doubt. In my overthinking, over-worrying, over-complicating-everything self. > You whispered, “I’m not afraid of your shadows. I’ll walk through your midnight until we find morning.” > And man… That moved something in me. > ‘Cause I tho...

Take me there  Take Me There Close the door. Let the world fade. It’s just you… and the heat you made. Eyes lock—no words. Only breath and skin. Your hands say, "I know where you've been." Fingertips slow, like dripping wine, Tracing paths that blur the line Between what's yours… and what’s now mine. You lift my chin— No need to speak. Your mouth writes poems across my cheek. Pull me close. No space, no light. Just heartbeats wrestling with the night. Slide in deep, not just your flesh— But soul and sound and silken mesh. Each stroke, a whisper: “More,” I plead. You give, you take, you feed the need. My nails, your back. Your grip, my thighs. A rhythm lost in moans and sighs. I fall apart— But you hold tight. Guiding me through waves of white. I lose my name. Forget the day. You break me sweetly, every way. So take me there, Where fire flows— Where every scream is one that knows: This isn’t play. This isn’t show. This is deep. And real. And slow.

I Didn’t Give Up I’ve been broken. I’ve cried behind closed doors where no one could see me. I’ve questioned my worth, my strength, my very place in this world. The whys and when's Of my new being, all keep whispering to me There were days when I woke up and didn’t feel like trying. Days when I looked in the mirror and couldn’t recognize who I was becoming. I’ve been laughed at, underestimated, counted out… even by people I loved. I know what it feels like to fail. To fall. To feel forgotten. But I’m still here. I didn’t give up. I Know what it means to be deceived or scammed  I kept moving, even when my legs were shaking. I kept believing, even when doubt screamed louder than hope. I kept breathing, even when it felt like the air was too heavy to carry. Because something inside me refused to let go. Something small—but powerful—whispered: " You were made for more." Mother can only tell it all Mother can only speak of it to those who have never been there  So sometimes, t...

You Were Born for More" Good [morning/afternoon/evening] everyone, I want you to take a moment right now and breathe. Yes—deep in, and out. Let it remind you that you are here. Alive. Present. That alone is powerful. You see, life doesn’t hand us a perfect script. There are no guarantees. No shortcuts. No promises. But what life does offer… is opportunity. Every single day we wake up, we are handed a blank page. And the pen is in your hand. The question is—what will you write? Some of you may feel stuck. Some of you may feel behind. Maybe you’re carrying doubt, pain, or the weight of what others said you could never be. But let me tell you something: you are not your past. You are not the mistakes, not the setbacks, and not the opinions of those who gave up on themselves long ago. You have greatness in you. Yes—you. Not the person next to you. Not the person on social media. You. You were born with dreams that matter. Ideas that count. A voice that deserves to be heard. It doesn...

PRESS RELEASE For Immediate Release Date: June 3rd, 25 Why the Strengthening Cedi is Good News for Every Ghanaian Lilbed Wordweave Offers Clarity and Confidence in Ghana's Economic Progress Accra, Ghana — As the Ghanaian cedi shows signs of gaining strength against the US dollar, many citizens are seeking to understand what this means for their daily lives and future. At Lilbed Wordweave, we believe in empowering the public through clear communication and responsible storytelling. Here are key reasons why Ghanaians should welcome this positive economic trend: 1. Lower Prices for Imported Goods A stronger cedi means that Ghana can purchase more dollars with less local currency. This directly reduces the cost of importing goods, including essential items such as fuel, food products, medicines, electronics, and spare parts. As import costs fall, local prices are expected to stabilize or even drop, making life more affordable for the average Ghanaian. 2 . Increased Investor Confidence ...