Just ONE bad advice changed my life’s path then one by one, all my advisers deserted me.
I was left to dance to the drum beats of shame, naked and alone in the market square!
Yes, I saw you, yes you! My advisers, standing behind the tomato seller’s stall; laughing and shaking your heads at me.
Your oppression alas made a wise woman mad. Alas! I am a fallen victim.
But don’t celebrate my downfall yet my friend-enemies.
No, It’s not over until the music stops.
As you lurked in the shadows, talking about me, shaking your heads and clapping your hands, you missed it!
Yes! You missed it! You missed when the Prince walked into the market square and put His royal garment on me and covered my nakedness.
Did you see it? Please tell me if you saw when the Prince started to dance with me as He clothed me.
Suddenly, my dance of shame became my dance of honour.
If you ever come looking for me… I now reside in the King’s Palace.
To mock a mockingbird has now become music to my ears.
Temitope Olayemi Ibiayo Quadri
Domestic Violence Survivor
editor
It is my prayer that this magazine will bring together stories of God’s faithfulness from across the nations of the earth, that they who read it will be blessed and drawn to God. That lives will be touched, and hope restored. If God could do it for others, then He can do it for you. “We overcome by the power of the blood and by the Word of our testimony.” Revelation 12:11.
Let faith arise from this magazine and may you prevail in Jesus name! AMEN!!
In His vineyard,
𝓢𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮-𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓮 (𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼)
