I dated a beautiful and smart girl throughout my senior secondary school days. She was fondly called maggie or Agbani because of her height and beauty.
I vividly remember during one of our "alone" moments after exams, I told her I would love to have seven (7) daughters and one would come on or before I clocked 25years.
Babe was shocked. All my life, I've lived & spent most of my time around women. I had three sisters, I was mum's favorite child, I spent holidays with my aunts and majority of my friends were ladies, I don't know why.
Truth was, I had figuratively planned my years without putting God in it because I wasn't interested in God or what He had to offer. I was a good boy who had good/sound morals but I never believed in God or experience Him.
I confessed that particular dream to her till it became part of me and as power would have it, I had my daughter when I was 24years.
It dawned on me when I clocked 25years about the confession I made almost 10years back.
Indeed WORDS are POWERFUL...Maybe that's why God allocated the gift of spoken word poetry to me. Time will tell!
Bear in mind that every confession you make with your mouth become seeds that'll germinate one day to either become trees to shade you or weeds to hurt you.
*Watch your words...There is life and death in it! *
The story continues...