Written by: Admin_SheEvo
I was born into a Muslim home, where the teachings of the Quran and the traditions of our faith shaped the way I saw the world. I studied the Quran, completed Walimot, and followed the customs of my upbringing, but there was always a feeling deep within me that something was missing. I longed for a deeper understanding of God, a force beyond rituals and ceremonies. That yearning stayed with me throughout my school years, especially in secondary school.
The school was a time of loneliness for me. I was reserved and found it challenging to connect with others. I walked alone most of the time, never truly fitting in with any group. I had classmates, workmates, and talk-mates, but these were more surface-level connections than true friendships. Though I thought I had friends, I never felt like I belonged. It was as if I were a stranger in my world, searching for something but not knowing exactly what it was. When I entered Lagos State University, a cousin introduced me to the Baptist Students Fellowship (BSF) on campus. It felt like a new chapter had begun. The warmth and acceptance I found in the BSF community were unlike anything I had ever experienced. For the first time, I felt welcomed and loved for who I was, not just for my background or outward actions.
But it wasn’t just the community that drew me in; it was the presence of God. I vividly remember a BSF choir and drama retreat that became the turning point in my life. During that retreat, something shifted within me. I encountered God in a way I never had before. It was as though He had revealed Himself to me in a way that I could no longer deny. For the first time, I understood that Jesus was not just a figure from the past but a living, breathing Savior ready to dwell in my heart. As I meditated on this truth, the words from John 1:14 echoed in my mind: “And the Word became flesh.” Then, I realized Christ was not distant or untouchable. He was close, intimate, and ready to walk with me through every season of my life. God, the faith I had been searching for; a personal relationship with God through Jesus Christ.
Transitioning from my Muslim background to a Christian faith wasn’t easy. There were moments of doubt, confusion, and even fear. I was leaving behind everything I had known, stepping into a world that was unfamiliar to me. But even in the moments of uncertainty, I could feel God’s presence guiding me. His hand was steady, showing me that His plan for my life was more significant than anything I could
have imagined.
Over time, my faith grew deeper, and so did my sense of purpose. I realized that my journey was not just for me; it was meant to be shared. Evangelism became a natural outflow of my transformation. I wanted to reach others who were lost and share the hope and love I had found in Christ. This desire led me to my first mission trip with The Mercy Prevail Ministry to Aderupoko, Abeokuta, in April 2023. Serving in a remote village was a life-changing experience. It opened my eyes to the realities of life beyond the city and deepened my commitment to spreading the love of Christ to those in need.
As my faith and purpose grew, so did my passion for writing. I realized that writing wasn’t just something I enjoyed; it was a calling. Through my writing, I could share the stories of my journey, the lessons I had learned, and the hope I had found in Christ. Writing became a way for me to inspire
others, to reach hearts with the message of God’s love. Alongside my writing, I also pursued a passion for hair styling.
I launched a brand called Hairology, where I could use my creativity and skills to serve others. It wasn’t just about doing hair but showing love, kindness, and care in everything I did. Everyone sitting in my chair was an opportunity to make a difference, no matter how small. I feel a deep sense of purpose as I look to the future. My faith is the foundation of everything I do, and I am committed to continuing my growth, service, and writing journey. I want to keep inspiring others, sharing the love of Christ, and being the hands and feet of Jesus in every season of my life.
Looking back on my journey, I see the hand of God in every step I’ve taken. From the struggles of loneliness in school to the moment I encountered Christ, every experience has shaped who I am today. The greatest lesson I’ve learned is that God’s plan is always greater than our own. Even when the road seems unclear or complicated, His purposes come through in ways we may only sometimes understand. I want my story to encourage anyone who may be struggling or searching for meaning. God is faithful, and His love is unchanging. If you are looking for hope, purpose, or a relationship with the One who created you, know He is ready to meet you right where you are.
Trust Him with your journey; He will guide you to the place He has prepared for you.
