DEEVA DEN DIARIES

My prayer on this Democracy Day 2017 is for God to restore the pride and dignity of our nation, Nigeria. Children of God, there is power in your tongue. Do not join the unwise to berate your fatherland. Speak healing, ...

It’s March 1st, Pweebers…a new month!! For my international readers, Spring is revealing itself in its full glory. But what does the forces of nature have for you in this month? And what is the word of Jehovah speaking concerning ...

Happy new month, Pweebers!! Love hard, work hard, live hard and play hard. Grateful for every level of increase. Love you all, Peace Ben Williams

As we usher in 2017, I wish all the negativity and difficulties also end with last year 2016. May the year 2017 bring success and desired results for you, with the hope that you will have many blessings in the year to ...

Hello dear Pweebers, and welcome to the month of November! Excited much? I am excited. I woke up this morning feeling so strongly in my spirit that this month is going to open doors no man would expect. This month, ...

Today is World Teachers Day. We are supposed to celebrate all the teachers that have helped us climb the ladder to achieving our dream. This inspires me to write a very truthful piece about some of the teachers that have remained ...

September 4, 2012…the date that changed the course of my entire life as a woman and a writer. I published my first post on Peace Ben Williams Blog after weeks of procrastination bordering mostly on nerves. That one move has ...

We got to the doctor’s office barely speaking to each other. I’m sure the doctor was used to seeing drama like this on a regular basis, so he just rested his arms on his desk and waited for one of ...

This right here is family. We are seven amazing unique spirits who occupy Williams Castle. We sometimes drive each other up the wall, but most times, these people are the sun that rises everyday in the window of my life and I ...

Funmi was one of the pioneer readers of this blog. Her day was never complete without her paying Peace Ben Williams Blog a visit. We miss her intelligent contribution and comments on blog topics. Above all, we her friends miss ...

I used to be in a relationship with a dude I was mega crazy about. He was tall, dark and handsome and he was extremely romantic and so into me. Whenever I was with him, I kinda got the feeling I was ...

By now if you’re smart enough, you’d certainly know that I’m not referring to the lawn in our front yard. It’s the ‘bush’ that grows on our ‘secret garden.’ Not explicit enough? Okay it’s the hair on our Vjayjays…the pubic ...

Dear Deeva, I’m a woman in my late thirties with three children and I live with my husband in Uyo, Akwa Ibom State. I really enjoy really your blog especially your segment on life issues and how you handle each ...

Got this mail from a Pweeber. It’s hard not to laugh before feeling bad for the guy. I’ll leave the rest of you to encourage him. Please read… I had just set down my plate to eat lunch, when I ...

Hello Deeva, I read your blog from Ghana. I did something a while ago that has been eating me up and I just wanted to get it off my chest by writing to you. I’m in my mid-thirties and recently got divorced ...

February 11, 2012 was just like any ordinary day for me. I picked up the remote control to my cable TV and settled down on my sofa to flip through the channels. Then I saw the news, and it seemed ...

Can I just say something before we move on to the main topic? A few people have expressed some misgivings about my posts which bother on sex and the sexual anatomy so to speak. Most Christians believe sex-talks should be kept ...

My mind drifted back to Njideka again. Was a temporary life of glamour more important than a lifetime of true love and happiness? If she had the opportunity to choose between happiness from true love and happiness from glamour, would ...

Wow, how time flies! I can vividly remember January, 2014 and here we are in November. November is the month of harvest and thanksgiving and we sure do have a lot to be thankful for. With all the tragedies that ...

“So are you going to eat the grapes or not?” he asked me knowing exactly what I was going to say next. “You know I’m stuffed my love, but after you.” He looked into my eyes for a brief moment. ...

Ime and I were meeting today. We had both decided to close from work a few hours early so we could catch a late lunch together. True to the romantic type my boyfriend was, he told me not to bother, ...

There was no mention in all of the gossip blogs about the particular Aristo, JiJi had spent the night with. What I still wondered about till this day was whether Honest Tafia had actually arrived before or just after Femai ...

I remember the morning that JiJi woke up to the sad news. I had been sitting by her bedside for more than two nights, watching her almost lifeless body. I was parting the window blinds on the morning of the ...

As we stepped out of the mall, our eyes roamed to see where Ishaku, Dave’s driver had parked the car. As Ishaku backed out of the parking lot, an excited Nessa couldn’t wait to open her shopping bags. Like an ...

This logic sounded very appealing to Njideka. She saw no reason for advertising her family’s poverty on campus, while other girls were flaunting expensive cellphones, designer wardrobes and vacations to exotic places. Being a university student opened her eyes to ...

Njideka, my third sister was the prettiest of us all. She was a light-skinned; hour glass figured young lady of average height. She had a natural shoulder-length kinky hair that cascaded on her glistening fair skin. Her eyes always sparkled ...

I can’t believe Peace Ben Williams Blog is two years old, today…it feels like I’ve been blogging forever. It feels so good to see how much God has enabled me to achieve in so short a time. I actually had ...

One day, my second sister, Paulina paid Ngozi a visit. As she sat in the living room and made herself comfortable, she perceived the sweet aroma of melon soup wafting from the kitchen into her nostrils. “Ngozi, I must eat ...

There was this small hair salon close to the street we lived in. It was owned by Mama Faith and she had foreign hair magazines for clients to choose a variety of hairstyles from. Ness and I would go there ...

“Do  you like these leggings?” My sister excitedly flashed a pair of yellow maternity leggings at me. “Hmmm…Nessa, why would you choose yellow out of all the finer colours on display here?” I teased. “But yellow is my favourite colour! ...