Showing posts from January, 2019

There is Power In Prayer (Nigeria Recap Pt 2)

My first night in Nigeria I stayed with my Grandma at her house and got to meet my uncle and cousin. That night we ate dinner and relaxed and I was able to see pictures of my mom when she was younger. There is something kind of sweet about seeing a baby picture of your mom or dad, it kind of makes them more "human" or "relatable"  I am 23 years old and still have that "wow" moment when I see a young picture of my parents do you? It was amazing to finally meet my uncle Jared and cousin Alex, by the way I am convinced my brother and cousin look alike, am I right or am I right? (lol)

I also got to meet my uncle Ken, who is such an anointed man. To be in the same room as him when he prays was a blessing. After staying at my Grandma's house for the night we went to our house in Umuguaragu. There, my uncle gathered my family and I and three other ministers from his church and prayed over us and the house we would be staying at for the next two weeks. We ga…

Being Up In The Clouds.. ( Nigeria Recap Pt 1)

I have flown on a plane before, but that was a couple of hours to Oregon when I was younger. Flying International is another ball game and stress. From making sure your passport is set, checking in your luggage, having to rampage through baggage claim.. and do not get me started about security.. but I have to say as I reflect on my trip I loved the adventure of it all and the opportunity I had to leave the country with my family.

Being in the clouds was breathe - taking. We left Sunday afternoon to catch our 9pm flight at LAX. As the plane took off, I was unable to take my eyes off the city lights. The way houses, lights and humans (lol) slowly disappear as you are lifted over 2,000 feet ( I know it's more than 2,000 ft probably). It felt as if all my problems was fading away and being left behind, so I could go and enjoy this long awaited adventure that my family and I only dreamed of taking together.

It was my first time sleeping overnight on a plane and I will admit I was a bi…

Nigeria. An Overwhelming Sense Of Home

The last two weeks of 2018 my family and I took a long awaited trip to Nigeria. There, my dad and mom took us around the villages ofUmugaragu and Eziala where they grew up. We celebrated Christmas, New Years, but most especially my parents 25th Wedding Anniversary.

I still have yet to go into detail and share with you all about my experience traveling outside the country for the first time, and just being embraced by the culture shock.

But until then.. here is a short poem of just the few words that I would use to describe my first impression of Nigeria.

Beautiful. Humbling.  A far away place my dad would speak of .. now became real.  Family rooted. Culturally sustained. Endless " You Are Welcome" greetings 
- You seldom hear in America. 
Nigeria. This place is home. Constantly reminded by uncles, aunts, great grandma " You Are Home" 
Nigeria. An overwhelming sense of home

                                                                       - Nikki Opar…

Your Voice & My Voice Matters.. 💙


I miss this.

I took a break from blogging/writing because I let certain people tell me my words and thoughts didn't matter.
I believed them when they said my words and experiences have no value without success to back it up.

False. All of that I count it as false. And I hope if there is someone in your life telling you the same lies, that you have a support system that reminds you how powerful your voice is.

Your voice is powerful my friend. Your words have an substantial meaning.
Better yet your presence is Important. This world needs you. This world needs the wisdom and knowledge and experiences you are attaining everyday.

So if you are a writer, poet, singer, actor, creator, whatever you may be.. we need your melodies, we need your imagination, we need your flowing word art. We need your personal creation.

We need you.

I miss this. I'm back friends 💙


Nikki O.