Spinsters & Bachelors, Georgia Acres, GA (2026)

12/28/2025

How two friends dated same guy.

Jumoke and Tomisin had been friends for years, though life had pulled them onto different paths after secondary school. When Jumoke moved to the city for work, she met Kunle—charming, attentive, and always saying the right things. To her, he felt like answered prayers. He spoke of commitment, of the future, and of how serious he was about settling down. Jumoke believed every word.

In another part of the city, Tomisin was also in love.

Her boyfriend’s name was Kunle too—kind, soft-spoken, and promising marriage “very soon.” He visited on weekends, avoided social media, and claimed he disliked introductions because of “family pressure.” Tomisin trusted him. After all, love required faith.

Months passed, and fate decided to stop hiding the truth.

Jumoke invited Tomisin to her introduction ceremony when Kunle finally agreed to take the next step. It was meant to be a joyful reunion—two old friends celebrating love and progress. Tomisin arrived early, dressed in lace and smiles, excited to meet the man who had made her friend so happy.

When Kunle walked into the living room, the room fell silent.

Tomisin’s smile froze. Jumoke’s laughter faded. Kunle stopped mid-step, his face draining of color.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then Tomisin whispered, “Kunle?”

Jumoke turned slowly. “You know him?”

The truth crashed into the room like thunder. Words flew. Accusations followed. Kunle tried to speak, but his voice was drowned by shock and betrayal. Neighbors gathered. Family members argued. What was meant to be a celebration turned into chaos.

By evening, tears had replaced music. Trust was shattered. A friendship that had survived years of distance now hung by a thread.

Kunle left in shame, exposed by his own deception.

Days later, Jumoke and Tomisin sat together in silence, grief heavy between them. Finally, Tomisin reached for Jumoke’s hand.

“He played us both,” she said softly. “But we don’t have to lose each other too.”

Jumoke nodded, tears falling. “We deserved better. Both of us.”

The calamity revealed pain—but it also revealed truth. And from the ruins of betrayal, two women chose honesty, healing, and the slow rebuilding of trust—this time, with eyes wide open.

What do you think?

12/28/2025

The Weight of Arrival

When Adewale left Ibadan for the United Kingdom, he carried more than suitcases. He carried hope, pressed and folded neatly beside his documents. He had promised his wife, Morayo, that England would be a bridge, not a wall. Better schools for the children. A steadier income. A future that would forgive their sacrifices.

The first years were not kind. Ade worked night shifts at a warehouse, learned to sleep in fragments, and practiced smiling through tired eyes. Morayo enrolled in a short professional course at a local college. Ade was proud of her, of the way she studied late, of the new confidence that colored her voice.

Then names began to appear in conversations. A classmate who helped her understand a module. A study group that met late. Ade did not question it. Trust, he believed, was the last thing a man should abandon.

The day Morayo said she wanted “space,” Ade felt something give way inside him, quietly. Weeks later, she moved out. Months later, news reached him, she had married the classmate, the one he’d never worried about.

England became very small.

Depression came like fog: not dramatic, not loud—just persistent. Ade still packed lunches for the children on weekends, still sent school fees on time, still went to work. But joy had misplaced its address.

The twist came from a letter Ade almost threw away.

It was from a solicitor. Morayo had rushed her marriage and, in her carelessness, signed away more than she realized. Custody arrangements were unclear. Immigration sponsorship documents were incomplete. Her new husband, charming in classrooms was unreliable in real life. Debts surfaced. Arguments followed.

Morayo called Ade for the first time in over a year.

“I made a mistake,” she said.

Ade listened. He did not rush. Something in him had learned patience the hard way.

The real twist, though, was inside Ade. During his lowest months, he had joined a small community center at first just to sit in a room where people spoke his language and laughed without effort. An older man there, Kunle, had once said, “Pain can shrink you, or it can shape you. But only you decide which.”*

Ade had decided.

He enrolled in a part-time certification, started counseling, and slowly began to remember who he was before survival became his whole personality. When Morayo asked to come back, Ade did not answer with anger. He answered with clarity.

“I wish you well,” he said. “But I am choosing stability for myself and for the children.”

Word of his situation traveled through the community. Advice came freely, sometimes loudly, sometimes gently:

* “Heal first,” some said. Don’t make decisions from loneliness.
* “Protect the children,” others urged. *Consistency matters more than pride.
* “Forgiveness is not the same as return,” Kunle reminded him.
* “Build yourself,” the younger ones added. *Success is the loudest response.

Ade listened. He chose therapy over bitterness. Structure over chaos. Growth over revenge.

Years later, at his daughter’s school play, Ade clapped until his hands hurt. The fog had lifted, not because life became perfect, but because he learned how to stand inside imperfection without losing himself.

And that, he realized, was the real arrival. What do you think about it this: put your comments below

05/25/2025

Choosing the Right Person to Date

Dating is more than just having fun—it’s the first step toward a meaningful connection. Choosing the right person to date can set the tone for a healthy, fulfilling relationship.

Start by looking for someone who shares your values and life goals. Common ground in areas like communication, lifestyle, and future plans can build a strong foundation. Pay attention to how they treat others, especially in everyday situations—kindness and respect are key indicators of character.

Emotional availability is just as important. Are they ready for a real connection, or just looking for a distraction? Look for honesty, consistency, and the ability to handle challenges with maturity.

Ultimately, the right person to date is someone who brings out your best, respects your boundaries, and wants to grow with you—not just next to you.

05/25/2025

What to Look for Before Getting Into a Relationship

Before entering a relationship, it's essential to pause and evaluate what truly matters. A strong relationship is built on more than attraction—it requires shared values, emotional maturity, and mutual respect.

Start by ensuring the person aligns with your core beliefs and life goals. Whether it's views on family, career, or lifestyle, compatibility in these areas lays a strong foundation. Emotional maturity is another key factor. Can they handle disagreements calmly? Do they take responsibility for their actions?

Communication is also vital. You should feel safe expressing your thoughts and emotions without fear of judgment. Trust and consistency are equally important—look for someone whose words and actions match.

Finally, check for effort and balance. A healthy relationship should feel mutual, with both partners willing to invest time, care, and energy.

Taking time to evaluate these aspects before committing can help you build a relationship that’s respectful, stable, and fulfilling.

05/25/2025

How to Find the Right Spouse in the Modern Age

In today’s fast-paced, digital-driven world, finding the right spouse can feel overwhelming. With countless options and evolving relationship norms, it’s more important than ever to approach this journey with intention and clarity.

Start by knowing yourself—your values, goals, and what you truly want in a lifelong partner. This self-awareness will help you recognize compatibility when you see it. Define what a healthy relationship looks like to you, focusing on shared values, emotional maturity, and mutual respect.

Modern tools like dating apps can be helpful, but use them wisely. Don’t rely on appearances alone; take time to get to know someone’s character. Observe how they treat others, handle stress, and communicate. Look for consistency, kindness, and emotional intelligence.

Surround yourself with supportive people who can offer honest feedback. Be patient, but stay open and proactive. Attend events, pursue your interests, and connect with others in meaningful ways.

Finding the right spouse isn’t about perfection—it’s about finding someone with whom you can build a strong, loving, and lasting partnership.

05/02/2025

---To the Singles and the Healing Hearts,

If you’re in a season of singleness or healing from a broken relationship, know this: God sees you, values you, and has not forgotten your desires. Whether you're a bachelor waiting for the right partner or someone healing from emotional splinters, you're not alone. This season is not wasted—it's preparation.

Use this time to grow closer to God, strengthen your identity in Him, and become the person He’s shaping you to be for your future spouse or calling. Let healing replace heartache, and hope rise where doubt once stood.

---Prayer for You:

Father, I lift up every single person, every bachelor, and every heart healing from past wounds. Remind them of their worth and surround them with Your peace. Heal what’s broken, restore what’s been lost, and guide them into healthy, Christ-centered relationships. Let them be patient and joyful in this season, trusting Your perfect timing. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

You’re not behind—you’re being prepared. Let God write your love story.

With grace and hope,

David Onabajo

04/18/2025

---Title: How to Build a Successful Relationship: 7 Keys to Lasting Love

Everyone wants a relationship that’s not just surviving, but thriving. Whether you're dating, engaged, married, or somewhere in between, real love takes more than good vibes—it takes commitment, communication, and consistent care.

Here are 7 powerful principles to help you build and maintain a successful, fulfilling relationship:

--- 1. Talk Honestly & Often
Open, honest communication is the foundation of any strong relationship. Talk about your feelings, listen without judgment, and be willing to understand—not just respond.

Quick tip: Listen twice as much as you speak.

---2. Build Unshakeable Trust
Trust is earned through time and action. Be reliable, be real, and always follow through.

Remember: Small, honest moments build big trust.

---3. Respect Is Non-Negotiable
Love without respect fades quickly. Respect your partner’s boundaries, dreams, opinions, and values—even when you disagree.

Pro tip:Disagreement doesn’t mean disrespect.

---4. Spend Quality Time, Not Just Time
It’s not about being in the same room—it’s about connecting. Be intentional. Laugh together. Pray together. Grow together.

Try this: Put your phone down and look each other in the eye.

---5. Handle Conflict with Grace
You won’t always see eye-to-eye, and that’s okay. What matters is how you handle those moments.

Golden rule:Pause before reacting. Listen before defending.

-- 6. Grow in the Same Direction
Life changes us—but you can choose to grow together. Keep checking in. Set goals. Dream together.

Key thought: The strongest couples evolve as a team.

---7. Keep the Spark Alive
Romance isn’t just a phase—it’s fuel. Surprise each other. Speak their love language. Keep dating each other.

Easy idea: Leave a little note that says, “I’m still crazy about you.”

---Final Word:
A successful relationship isn’t about perfection—it’s about **partnership**. It’s about choosing each other every day, even when it’s hard. With love, faith, and effort, you can build something truly beautiful.

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04/18/2025

---Good Friday Blessings to Singles & Sprinters Family

Hello amazing Singles & Sprinters family,

On this Good Friday, we remember the ultimate act of love—Jesus giving His life for us. His sacrifice is not just history; it's the heartbeat of our hope, our healing, and our future.

Whether you're running this race single or sprinting toward purpose, today reminds us that we never run alone. Christ already made the way, and He runs beside us every step.

Let us pray:

Dear Lord,
Thank You for the cross, for the love that never lets go, and for hope that lives because Jesus lives. We pray for every single heart and every sprinter in this group. Strengthen us with Your grace, fill us with purpose, and remind us that Your timing is perfect. May our lives reflect the power of the resurrection in every season.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Wishing you all a peaceful Good Friday and a powerful resurrection weekend.
Keep the faith. Keep moving. God’s not done with your story yet!

With love,
[Pope Admin]

04/17/2025

---"Grace in the Snow: How Cynthia Met Jake"

Cynthia never expected anything extraordinary when she moved to Canada. A new job, a new city—Calgary, to be exact—and a chance to start over. What she didn’t realize was that God had more planned for her than just a fresh start.

Her first Sunday in the city was cold, the kind of crisp morning where your breath makes clouds in the air. She wrapped herself in a wool scarf and stepped into the warm sanctuary of a small, stone church near her apartment. The worship music was gentle, familiar, and comforting. The community felt like home.

She slid into a pew near the back, hoping to blend in quietly. That’s when she noticed him—Jake. He was helping an elderly woman find her seat, his smile easy and sincere. Later, during the service, he led the congregation in prayer with a voice full of calm and conviction. There was something about him—gentle strength, maybe, or the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about God.

After the service, as people mingled over coffee and cookies, Cynthia stood awkwardly by the refreshment table, unsure how to start a conversation. Jake approached her with a warm “Hi, I haven’t seen you here before. First time?” She smiled, heart unexpectedly fluttering. “Yeah, just moved here this week.”

Their conversation flowed like they’d known each other for years. They talked about everything from worship music to winter weather, and before she left, he invited her to join the young adults Bible study that met every Thursday. She said yes without hesitation.

Weeks turned into months. Their friendship deepened over shared prayers, laughter, and long walks in the snow after church events. They served together at soup kitchens, organized youth nights, and sat beside each other Sunday after Sunday.

One Easter morning, as the church bells rang and the congregation sang “Christ the Lord Is Risen Today,” Jake turned to Cynthia. With eyes full of something more than friendship, he whispered, “I thank God I walked into church that day and found you.”

Cynthia smiled, tears warming her eyes. “I think He brought me here just to find you.”

And in that little Canadian church, surrounded by snow-covered trees and a family of faith, a love story began—rooted in God, built on grace, and blessed by divine timing.

04/16/2025

"Crosswalks and Crossroads – Part IV: The Twist"

Kelly was sitting on a bench in Prospect Park when she first felt it.

Not a kick. Not a flutter. Just a knowing. That subtle, haunting awareness that something was shifting inside her.

She’d been late before — but this time felt different. Her body, her spirit... it all felt like it was on the edge of something ancient.

The test she took later that night didn’t blink. Two pink lines. No questions.

She sat on the floor of her bathroom for an hour, just breathing. Not crying. Not laughing. Just *being*. The apartment was quiet, filled only with the hum of the fridge and the weight of the future pressing softly on her chest.

She thought of Marcus. They hadn't spoken in a few weeks. Things had drifted — not on purpose, but because Kelly had been *busy*. Busy being untouchable. Busy doing her “me season.” She didn’t tell him right away. Part of her didn’t want to give him the power to reject her, and part of her didn’t want him to say *yes* if he didn’t mean it.

Instead, she told her reflection:
“You’re going to do this your way. You always have.”

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But the universe wasn't done with surprises.

A week later, her phone buzzed with a number she hadn’t seen in over a year.

**Tom.**

*Hey. I know it’s been a while. I saw your photo on Marcus’s page. You look… different. Good different. Can we talk?*

Her stomach twisted. Not because of old feelings — those had dried up months ago. But because seeing his name was like seeing an old version of herself pop up. The Kelly who begged for attention. Who kept quiet to keep the peace. Who thought love meant losing yourself.

Still… she agreed to meet. Curiosity’s a hell of a drug.

They sat at a café — the same one where she’d walked out on him. He looked thinner, maybe even sadder. Life had knocked on *his* door too, clearly.

“I just wanted to say… you were right,” Tom said, looking her straight in the eye. “You deserved more. And I didn’t have it to give you.”

She nodded. “Thanks.”

They talked for an hour. About what they’d both been through. He admitted therapy had changed him. She admitted that nothing changed her — except heartbreak and hard choices.

Then she dropped the news like it was casual.

“I’m pregnant.”

Tom blinked. “Yours?”

Kelly tilted her head. “What kind of question is that?”

He immediately backtracked. “I mean — do you want help?”

“No,” she said. “But I *will* accept support. There’s a difference.”

Back home, Kelly started putting things in motion.

She found a doula. Started looking into maternity programs. Even dusted off her notes for a business idea she’d once shelved — a line of skincare for mothers, raw and real, no fluff. She’d call it *mKORA — from “Kelly’s Own Rebirth Always.”

She reached out to Marcus eventually. His voice cracked a little when she told him. But he didn’t run. He listened. Asked what she needed. And when she didn’t know how to answer, he said:

“I’m here. Even if it’s just as a friend.”

And for once, that felt like enough.

Kelly didn’t change overnight. She still didn’t trust easy. Still had her moods, her guard, her don’t-get-too-close energy. But something new was growing — not just in her belly, but in her spirit.

A quiet belief.

That maybe, just maybe, you don’t have to sacrifice your soul to get what you want. You just have to stop handing it over to people who don’t see its worth.

She looked in the mirror one morning and smiled at herself. Not the sexy smile. Not the fake one. A real one.

This was her new season.

Not perfect. Not peaceful. But hers.

04/16/2025

"Crosswalks and Crossroads – Part III: Kelly’s Season"

It started with Leo.

He was a finance guy — clean cut, confident, drove a Benz, always smelled like sandalwood and success. They met at a lounge in SoHo, where he noticed her sipping a drink alone and said, “That color looks dangerous on you.”

It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even chemistry. It was energy. And Kelly was learning that energy was everything.

Leo paid. Leo listened — at least, just enough. And Leo introduced her to a different kind of lifestyle: weekend trips, rooftop brunches, evenings in hotel suites that overlooked the city. She never had to ask him to take care of things. It was all done, like clockwork.

And for a while, Kelly felt good. Beautiful. In control.

She met other men too — artists, tech guys, gym trainers with abs like they were cut from marble. She laughed when she wanted, ghosted when she didn’t. No more tears on the pillow. No more 3 a.m. overthinking. Her phone stayed full, and her calendar stayed booked.

And yet, some nights she’d lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. Quiet. Alone. The kind of quiet that echoes in your bones. She'd whisper to herself, *"This is the price. This is the cost of not needing anyone.”*

Then came *him* — Marcus.

A photographer. Laid back. Wore thrifted jackets and always smelled like bergamot and Black & Milds. He wasn’t flashy like Leo, but he had that rare thing: he *saw* people. Really saw them.

They met when she crashed a gallery opening with a friend. He took a photo of her on accident — or maybe fate — and said, “You carry pain in your shoulders.”

That was different. No one ever looked that close.

Against her own rules, Kelly started hanging with Marcus more often. No expectations, no pressure. They’d talk for hours — about their childhoods, about love, about what they both pretended not to want.

And just like that, the wall she’d built started to feel a little... soft. She hated it.

One night, while they sat on his fire escape eating Chinese takeout, Marcus said, “You don’t let anyone love you.”

Kelly stayed quiet.

“I don’t blame you,” he added. “But love’s not weakness. It’s a risk. Just like everything else.”

She wanted to snap back — say something slick. But instead, she just nodded. Because deep down, she was starting to wonder: *Was she winning the game… or just running from the pain?*

Days passed. The calls from Leo slowed. The others faded out like background noise. And Kelly — for the first time in a long time — stood still. Really still.

Her taxes still weren’t done. School was still on her list. Her dreams hadn’t disappeared — they’d just been drowned out by the noise of survival, of trying to turn pain into power.

She opened her journal one night and wrote:

> “I don't want to be soft, but I don’t want to be numb either. There has to be a middle. Something real. Something mine.”

And just like that, a new season was starting.

Not chasing. Not pretending. Just living — honestly, fiercely, and finally for *her*.

04/16/2025

Crosswalks and Crossroads – Part II: Kelly’s Shift"

The rain had started to fall by the time Kelly walked past Madison Avenue, aimless but charged with a kind of energy she hadn’t felt in months. Maybe years.

She ducked under the awning of a closed salon and stared at her reflection in the window. Hair a little frizzy, eyes tired but sharp — sharper than she remembered. That’s when the thought came, uninvited but powerful:

*No one’s coming to save you, Kelly.*

Earlier that week, she’d gone to H&R Block to get her income tax done. “$400,” the woman had said with a bored voice, “since you’re self-employed and filing personal.” Kelly had blinked at the number. She’d hoped for a refund — maybe enough to cover a course she wanted to take. But now, it looked like she might *owe* money. Again.

She’d left the office feeling like the ground had shifted under her feet. That hope she kept clinging to — that maybe this year would be different, that something good would just *land* in her lap — it was slipping through her fingers.

And then came the other voice. The one from deeper down.

*Maybe you’ve been trying too hard to be the “good woman.” Too smart, too kind, too understanding. Maybe it’s time to be something else.*

She thought about Tom again. How she’d tried to be patient. How she'd explained her dreams, her struggles, her love — only to feel like wallpaper in the background of his world.

So right there, on the streets of New York, Kelly made a quiet, radical decision.

“I’m going to do what works for me. That’s it.”

She started dressing a little bolder. Letting her laugh linger longer. She flirted when she felt like it, stayed out when it suited her, and stopped trying to be the “deep” one in every conversation. No more over-explaining. No more bleeding heart.

She went out with guys who made her laugh, who paid for dinners without acting like it was a burden. She didn’t fall in love. She didn’t *want* to. That part of her — the romantic, the idealist — she put that girl to bed.

If she helped someone now, it wasn’t because of some pure-hearted mission. It was because she was getting something back. Time, energy, pleasure, money — something.

“I don’t want to stay with one man anymore,” she admitted to her best friend during a late-night phone call. “I sacrificed too much, and God didn’t show up like I thought He would. So now, I’m showing up for *me*.”

Still, she knew she wanted to be a mother one day. And when that time came, she’d give her child everything she never had. Especially a mother who could say, “I got us here. I made this life.”

For now? Fun. Freedom. Focus.

Everything was a transaction — not cold, but clear. Transparent. She wasn’t interested in playing muse to any struggling man anymore.

And when she saw Tom weeks later, sitting alone in that same café, she didn’t stop. Didn’t wave. Just smiled to herself and walked right by — hips swinging, heart steady.

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