THRIVING IN THE WILD

You see, life is not a computer keyboard that you could get your type or a little mix of my taste that will undergo a more energetic reaction than potassium and water.  It was more like blessings where you could not get your little mix or type but the perfect thing for you cos His ways are greater. They were my wave in the seashore in which the sound of the wave on the shore makes my heart smile. Yeah, they are that good but not perfect. Just like a heart drawn on paper or rose grow on thorns, we have hiding scars like heartbreak , betrayal, loss of loved ones, downfalls, financial crises, insecurities, victims of rape, unstable homes, regrets, we were never understood, neglected, just to name a few, which makes us different, special, uniquely strong and who we are today through the help of God, for our past doesn’t define who we are but what we believe individually about us that defines who we are. “Sometimes what makes us insecure and vulnerable becomes the fu...

Hi everyone! Guess what? K.M.I Inspiration and Lifestyle is a month old today with over a thousand page view! Hurray!! It can only be God who has done such a marvelous thing for us all, and has showered upon me the Grace to be a value added personality to you, people across the world and myself. It isn’t by my strength, so I use this platform to return all Glory and adoration back to Him and specially thank all my viewers from different countries, background and culture for given us an opportunity to serve you earnestly for a month and I pray that as you continue to embark on this journey with us, may God almighty visit you in all areas you never expected and may he grant you the readiness, Grace and strength needed to receive his divine anointing. I prophecy that as we keep returning all the praise and serving Him in ways we can, He shall begin to do strange things in our lives, wipe all hidden tears, heal all broken homes, give exceeding strength to all single parents, give shel...

Is my world gradually falling apart or this is my thought taking full advantage of my innocence? My life is beginning to scatter into different pieces as I watched my past play before my very eyes. My bones leaving my body as they move in a direction well known to them. I could barely hear a sound from my own bones as they move in accord, my flesh barely said a word, as the only living thing, which I was able to witness the squalid  sight rolled out a hard hot drop of pain in a harmless colour which reflected my swollen sockets as I glared at  it. The drops became rainfall as self-pity and pain engulfed me, this time it wasn’t only a beloved that was violently attacked. I began to drown in my own tears that had become an ocean of reddish white. This time my black fathomless eyes were barely seen or felt, all I could feel was a heartburn that came from within. It was like a king Kong was leveraging amid empty garage my eyes had once occupied. Am I the only one filled with pain...

Sharply and graceful her sandaled feet and queenly her movement.  Her skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by breeze. Her neck carved ivory, curved and slender. Her eyes are wells of light, vision, power, authority, drive but yet deep with mystery. Her profile turns all heads in awe and admiration commanding attention and respect. She became the windflower in bloom, a secret garden with a smell of peaches, organs, pears, mint, lavender and all scented woods with sparkles. Like magic she said sell me your soul, give me your heart with a voice of melody till I became grey.

Bones of my bones, the flesh of my flesh but yet no strings attached. Ironic how life has begun to take a tour of me, can barely stand without being laid back to the sharp pain of an unfinished dish? A dish with rods and stone. My feet flinched as I tried to put my self in order in a graceful walk but every step I took, the shard of my hip bone kept on shouting for mercy. His strong grieve in a clenched fist headed straight for my left hip bone, (the very synovial joint formed by the articulation of the rounded head of the femur and the cuplike acetabulum of the pelvis), the only difference was the action expressed with his feet. It didn’t mean much to him, as that was the only thing that made him happy, me in tears at the moment. Wasn’t ready to welcome familiar faces neither say a word. A shard of my bone wasn’t even a case or an issue to be attended to him, neither would my inner wounds remove a string from the hair on his skin. How awful this felt coming from a beloved. ...

The pain of nine months brought fought a divine creature of Latter-days, whose cry was the only sound she could take in for strength. Her heart flips with joy, praise, and pride as she sees the Proverb 31 woman of her dreams in the eyes of her baby girl. She called her “Ma Ma” in her first attempt to speak, she looked, she watched and listened intensively to be certain that cry she hears wasn’t from within. She called again “Ma Ma!” but this time louder, then she was certain it was not from her but from the spring of joy that was staring at her with pure innocence.  She was out of words, unable to move and her priceless expression gave meaning to the moment. Her eyes were inundated with love, her smile filled with happiness , her hands embrace with warmth , her heart filled with peace as she struggles within her rivers of joy  she whispers,”Yes my princess..” Kosy Melvina Iyke  (KMI) Instagram: – @kmi_iyke

Hi there! Happy new month!!!! Who is happy and grateful to see this beautiful first day of the month of October? Happy independence day Nigeria! I pray for peace within all tribes, sectors. I pray that as you have added one today all good things in Nigeria shall be plus 1. Nigeria shall be spiritually sound There shall not be any war of any kind in Jesus name Amen. As you clock one today, every citizen in this country clocks one with you in strenght, peace, unity and harmony. Happy Independence day Nigeria!