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My Appreciation Post 

Posted: December 31, 2017 in Musings, Uncategorized
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“To everyone I didn’t mention, you all have a special place in my heart ”


It’s ‎the end of the year and people are expressing their gratitude. On social media; Instagram posts and Whatsapp stories alike. To their family, friends and generally people who made them smile.  You see this almost everywhere after someone has mentioned a couple of names or pictures or both and then they make that statement. Maybe not quite exactly but similar. And I’m scared. 
I’ve been thinking of doing an appreciation post and I’m scared of missing someone’s name out. Scared of forgetting someone who sees me much closer than I see them. I know how it feels to be swiping through a “friend’s” status  and not seeing your name or picture in their appreciation post and being included in “everyone I didn’t mention”. So I won’t be mentioning names. Right now as I type this post, my heart is overwhelmed with gratitude, first to my Abba Father for everything that He is and for everything that He has done.  For never forsaking me throughout this year. Second of all,to my family, my friends, acquaintances and well wishers [my mother deserves a special appreciation]. I’m grateful to everyone who was patient enough to wait for me when I was late,  to everyone who put up with my weirdness, to those who believed in me and encouraged me, to those friends whose wounds made me stronger, to those who kept me in their prayers, the ones who gave me a reality check, and the ones who gave me a shoulder to cry on. 

I’m grateful to everyone who may never see this post,  the strangers who gave me directions when I lost my way, the little child whose smile brightened up my day, to the ones who allowed me to go ahead of them on the queue in the bank when I had to pay my hostel fees and my space was almost forfeited,to the exceptionally good people I met randomly that restore my faith in humanity. To everyone who ever took time to check out this blog and give feedback, y’all are the real MVPs. I’m grateful to YOU,yes you, reading this 🖤.I’m grateful for the good, the bad and ugly. 2017 for me was not a smooth ride in the park. But I’m thankful, regardless. 

Lastly, I’m forever grateful to my internal organs for never being itchy 😂😂.


~Fiõda Gideon 🖤



Posted: December 31, 2016 in Musings
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The 31st of December is being aroused from deep slumber of 365 days. Now with a crooked back and tired feet, she has reached the finish line and is about to hit that ribbon. 2016 has been like a sprint race, I still remember when the whistle was blown. Like a marathon race for a cause, met a lot of characters on the way. Like playing tennis with a machine, with rapid firing of balls to tackle. Like an exam I wasn’t fully prepared for. But with a Great Tutor by my side every step of the way. Though He felt like He wasn’t there some days and I was left with just a wisp of His fragrance to hold on to. Nothing physically substantial. 
I was on a quest of ‘SELF discovery’. Trying to find out who I really am. I stumbled and I fell. Into an abyss of SELF destruction. Of SELFishness, and SELF pity, and SELF denial. Focused too much on mySELF. That I only sought my First Love as the last resort. When none of my SELF helps worked out. I learned that my worth is found in Him. My identity isn’t found in personality tests or society’s ‘opinion’ on how to live. I was created by a creator. The Creator. The Almighty. So if there’s anyone to tell me how to live, it should be my Creator. The one who owns a manual to my being. The One who is the beginning and the ending. The One in my past, present and future all at the same time. He ought to know me better than anyone else. So, I’ve come to the realization that ‘my only identity crisis was my eye dentity to see Him‘ and to identify Him in my life. I’m still learning and discovering who I am in Him…  So far I’ve learned… His existence is first and my existence flows forth from His. That’s the flow of existence. Therefore, I must put Him first and then let everything flow from that. Let everything begin with Him and flow forth from Him. That’s the secret of life. To not only live for Him, but to live your life from Him, to live from His living, to move from His moving, to act from His actions, to feel from His heart, to be from His being, and to become who you are from who He is …I AM.

She has survived eleven months and thirty days. She has had her own share of highs and lows. She has lived and learned. Overslept. Missed opportunities. Laughed. Let go. Moved on. Now it’s the end.

 But not the end in itself. Just the end of a great chapter to be left behind. To begin a new one. She looks at all those  months, days, hours, minutes and seconds behind her in retrospect. And here she stands. Sure, there has been mistakes, but no regrets. 

And now it’s time to say goodbye to 2016.

Fresh scents of New year and Mind blowing fireworks;)




Let them rot away in the forest. Marry them off to strangers. Give them no education. No good food. Don’t bring them back. Hadiza is supposed to be in the university studying medicine to help her village back home but she’s carrying the third child of a thug. Keep her there till she dies in a latter birth. We sit back and dwell in our quixotic dreams of a better country, but never pray. We do all but speak good of our country, Nigeria. But what good is there? When we are all myopic-minded and chickenhearted. We shout ‘Up Chelsea’, ‘Up NEPA’, together with gladness…why don’t we jump up and raise the national flag. Raise the name together, as one.

The radicals parade with their placards. Who are they really speaking to? The ones on the couch, eyes glued to TV screen, making sounds of empathy but really waiting for the entertainment news. Or is it just a publicity stunt for a supposed propaganda? Is it political? Goodluck Jonathan is out, the placards are down. Why are we advocating to have them back? Is it better on this side? Are they even still alive? All these questions and more bug my sixteen year old mind.

Which way next Nigeria? What do we really want? When are  we going to regain the lost years and claim our motherland? Until we stop staggering in a blinding haze of chronic myopia and choose to see the light, the right way…don’t bring back our girls, our future.

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The Black Gazelle has been on a long break, virtually, due to a hundred and one (okay, not exactly a hundred and one, but you get what I mean) reasons. A major one is fear to go on. Fear of how my write-ups would be accepted. Fear of not having a large audience. Before I continue, I sincerely apologize to anyone who has been waiting for an update for like ever. Now I am ready to move on. I’m not promising to post every day, but I promise to go on. I’ve figured that in life you don’t have to have it all figured out to move forward. In my case, to keep blogging.

YOU, dear reader don’t necessarily have to have it all figured out to move forward in life. Take the bull its horns and march ahead. If you think you are having a hard time give it all, yes ALL the worries, everything to God. As it is written in the Bible in the book of 1 Thessalonians 5:18. Thank [God] in everything [no matter what the circumstances may be, be thankful and give thanks], for this is the will of God for you [who are] in Christ Jesus [the Revealer and Mediator of that will]. Simply, give thanks. Not necessarily for every situation, but IN every situation. Even when you don’t see the bigger picture. Hold on to the promise of God that says that all things work together for good to them that love God. Stay blessed😘. Keep loving TheBlackGazelle.😍😍😍