My name is Adegbola Goodness Mofifoluwa, a believer who is passionate about extending the light of the Gospel through creative pieces. On this space, expect to be entertained, enthralled and ministered to.
Asides being a content creator, I’m also a drama minister (young
Martins in 'Abbatoir' a MZFM movie, being the most popular in that area).
I’m also an author and the title of my debut novel is ‘Complete’. I’m a graduate of Babcock University where I studied Anatomy.
After living in www.adegbolagoodness.wordpress.com (the site is down now, but all the contents have been moved here) for close to four years, I’m glad to announce that we’ve moved to our new site (pun intended). I’m really excited about the revamping of the blog. For some time I had been
I was just going about regular chores today when this song won’t stop ringing in my mind. I gave the lyrics a closer inspection for about the first time since I’ve known the song. What did I find? Tope Alabi’s Mori’yanu has such lyrical depth that I can’t believe
It’s a beautiful thing when a movie has a sound plot and good message going for it. But it’s even more beautiful when the story and the message are not sitting apart like oil and water, when the message doesn’t come off as imposed on the story, when it simply
The Train, Mount Zion’s latest movie, is a biopic based on the life of Mike Bamiloye. In seven chapters and close to three hours, the story of Mike Bamiloye is told from his childhood right into the early phase of his ministry. We follow his story from Ilesa to Lagos
One of the cruelest jokes nature has on us is imparting on us a beauty that is apparent to all eyes except ours. Maybe the joke is not from nature, Maybe the joke is from our eyes Or the mirror we look into. Yes, it’s the mirror. Right from my
Lately I’ve barely had time to write a short story, right now I’m grappling with final year project and all the serenren that comes with try to clinch a Bsc. However, I’ve been getting smatterings of inspiration here and there and I’ve decided to string them together into
Olamide plunked on the couch and exhaled. “Chai! It’s been so long since I came here o. How is your life now?” Deborah blew air on her freshly painted nails before she responded. “Ola, my life is like good moin-moin: sweet but messy” “What? How did
Moshud had just left his workspace and he sincerely wished he hadn’t. He wanted him to linger at his table, perched by the edge, cracking silly jokes. But admitting the fact is the last thing Adameji Gabriel will do. He knew for certain that if he asked Moshud to
Asake half sat, half sprawled herself on her *agban’tara which was in front of her house. Her house: one of the few in the village with a corrugated iron roof. Usually whenever she observed the village while lounging on her inherited agban’tara, she would feel a sweeping sense of pride,
In the first JAMB I wrote -I’ve written three in one lifetime, it’s safe to say I was their regular customer for a while. But that’s gist for another day- so I was saying about the first JAMB I wrote, among the physics questions there were about three on