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an over-sexualized culture.

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I’m honestly tired of how sexualized music and movies have become. Almost all the time, it’s so hard to find something decent—something inspiring, something that actually teaches or adds value—without unnecessary sexual content being pushed into it. It’s exhausting. Why does everything have to revolve around sex? Can we have love songs that are actually about love? Something genuine. Something pure. Something real. I want to watch and listen to things that leave me better than I was—not empty, not distracted, not overstimulated. The entertainment industry really needs to do better. We need more content that reflects real love, real experiences, and real values. What exactly are we feeding the next generation? We need more wisdom-filled, Christ-centered movies and music that truly impact lives—and still hits. For real. T for thanks 🤍

2025 wrapped.

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I saw my friend do this and felt inspired, so here’s a little rundown of how my 2025 went: This year, I grew closer to God. I wrote, designed, and self-published my first ebook called  Teens Need Emotional Support . I started a faith-based podcast —  Little Pieces Podcast  now streaming on YouTube and Spotify. I healed from a lot of emotional trauma. I read 4–5 books ( which is wild because I used to hate reading ). I took content creation 10x more seriously and began building my personal brand on TikTok, growing to 90+ followers and a community I lovingly call Little Angels. I took my health seriously after dealing with excruciating ulcer symptoms. I committed to self-improvement — learning how to speak better and elevating my fashion style. After waiting over two years, I finally gained admission into the university. This year, I fell in love with myself — no longer seeking my relevance in people. I met so many amazing individuals who have impacted my ...

the pain and joy of being a woman.

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“Ada, hurry and fetch water. Clean the house. Wash the toilet. Do the dishes. And make sure you always wear a smile. Never be ungrateful. Be humble. Ada, always respect your elders. Obey your parents.” Ada do this. Ada do that. Until one day, Ada faints from burnout.  Until she grows weary of labor that is never appreciated. Until pain becomes familiar. Until she becomes numb, selfish, and nonchalant. But who will care?  The blame will still rest on Ada. “Ada must always do everything she is instructed to do. She must never complain. She must never let a tear fall.” Omo, Ada is tired. Ada needs love that isn’t a paycheck for the work she completes. Ada needs encouragement for trying, not just correction for failing. So that Ada does not grow weary and lean. Dear girl child, you are a superhero. I know that sometimes society sees you as a powerhouse—one that should never run low—but you are human. The responsibilities tied to being a woman—from household chores to c...

choose yourself too.

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I know how it feels to care too much. I live it every day. I try to become this unrealistic, flawless version of myself for people. I overwork myself, carrying every burden thrown my way—like lifting 100 pounds of dumbbells with one finger. I worry about being successful in everything: life, academics, even relationships. But I’m gradually realizing that I need to choose myself too. I need to make time for myself. And it’s not selfishness—it’s wisdom. Because imagine spending 24 hours every single day doing and being what everyone wants you to be. I say this to myself more often than is healthy: “I’m supposed to get it right. I’m not supposed to fail.” I keep trying to be what I think I’m supposed to be, but life is far bigger than that. What will I say to God when I get to Heaven? “I did everything people said I was supposed to do?” And He responds, “That’s not what I asked you to do.” Then what becomes of all those years spent trying to be everything for everyone? Let ...

faster than ever.

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Sometimes I wonder if I’m in a different time zone. It feels like before I even wake up to check my phone, someone has already built a house in less than twenty seconds. I take a few steps, and someone else is already campaigning for the Presidency. I’m still standing in my pink PJs, trying to get my life together and decide what my next meal will be, and then I get a text saying everyone is moving to Dubai. Literally. As if that isn’t enough pressure on my neck for the entire week, I still have a truckload of to-do lists waiting to be ticked off. That’s what life has been looking like lately. Between the heap of tasks I need to complete, the values I have to uphold, and the boundaries I must set for the sake of my sanity, waves of to-dos keep coming—renewing every six seconds. Sometimes I genuinely wonder if people have the same twenty-four hours in a day that I do. Like, how are you online 24/7 and still traveling across five different continents at the same time? And as ...

stronger than i look.

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I've stood strong; you could have sworn I never felt hurt. I laughed at your unruly jokes— I was never that predictable. I could lift your heavy burdens, carry them with mine, with my face glittering like gold and my heart pale as a doe. You could have sworn I was numb— numb to all the feelings and pain. I wore smiles like my favorite color; it hid all the hurt and pain. You thought I had no burdens; you gave me yours to bear. Self-doubt, anxiety, and fear echoed in pride. I've had to withstand many arrows with unruly grins, paired with sunglasses and suits. I'm stronger than I look— not in pretence or aggression, but in tears written with ink, enough to paint the globe. ——————————————— Felt inspired by this post? Don’t keep it to yourself — share with a friend who needs it too. 💌   ✨ For more Faith-based content & digital resources: 💚[Selar Store –  https://selar.com/m/little-pieces1 ] 🎙️ [Little Pieces Podcast on YouTube]  https://...

not me.

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Stiffened laughter— I thought I was funny. Yapping a little too much, tapping myself to be me. The silent uproar, battling me versus me. Learning not to lose myself in the stormy waters. Learning not to give in to desperation, the fear of missing out. I know who I am; I am not minuscule. I am relevant. I add value wherever I go. I don't chase; I attract. ——————————————— Felt inspired by this post? Don’t keep it to yourself — share with a friend who needs it too. 💌   ✨ For more Faith-based content & digital resources: 💚[Selar Store –  https://selar.com/m/little-pieces1 ] 🎙️ [Little Pieces Podcast on YouTube]  https://youtube.com/@LittlePiecesPodcast 📌 [Follow me on TikTok]  https://tiktok.com/@mercy-ojukwu Leave a comment and subscribe to stay updated on new posts, resources & encouragement.✨