Kape at Keso

It's been over a year since the outbreak of the pandemic. Everyone went through a season of more downs than ups. It was heartbreaking to see friends losing jobs, fighting depression and anxiety, and even grieving for lost loved ones. I was of no exemption. I have exhausted all strength that's left in me. I was troubled and mentally hanging by a thread. All those feelings or emotions were foreign to me. But God still does everything for good. Right now, I am involved in three Bible study groups, I could share more about God to my parents, I and my friends started sponsoring kids, we also launched a support group in Facebook and two workmates committed their lives to God.  While writing about these things, I felt in awe of what God did behind my suffering. I am always a confident person. I take pride in the fact that I have good speaking skill. But last year, I couldn't even pray aloud without stuttering. I would run out of breath whenever I share the gospel. My knees quiver ...

Learning is a never ending process - this overly used adage has been ringing to my ears. I crave and thirst for knowledge. I cannot equal great minds like that of Aristotle, Plato, Socrates, Einstein or even that science-geek-big-glasses boy in the room. But I have always wanted to be a better, more informed person than I was yesterday. Choosing the teaching profession is a big twist in my career. I never wanted to be a teacher. I cannot afford to see myself die an old maid inside a classroom. 😂 But even before, I would always hear my teachers both in the primary and secondary school telling me that I have a potential to become like them. Yet I avoided that remark. I said to myself that I'll be a journalist or a broadcaster. As I said, I will never be a teacher, never! ever! After finishing Mass Communication I had this disturbing feeling and vision that there is a little chance of seeing myself in the media industry. It was a long and weary battle inside of me. I was asking God f...