Do not let the fire go out

  I’ll never forget it. I believe I was around 9 years old, standing beside my father, seeing the ocean for the very first time. It was breathtaking. The sound, the breeze, the vastness of the sea — it didn’t just impress me, it moved me. As I looked out over the endless water, I didn’t just see beauty — I felt something divine. The only thought that came to my mind was: “Wow… God made this.” In that moment, I felt His presence so deeply. The story of the Red Sea came to my mind, and something stirred in my spirit — a deeper love for God, a holy wonder, a connection to something greater than myself. It was more than just a view; it was a spiritual encounter. From that day on, the sea became sacred to me. Even today, whenever I feel tired, drained, or overwhelmed, I find myself driving to the ocean. I don’t go to swim or take selfies — I go to sit, to breathe, to listen. And somehow, in the stillness of the waves, God meets me there again. Every time. The only other pla...

  Some people I know can’t stand looking at their old photos — they laugh, they cringe, they hide them away. But me? I love them. Every single one. In my family, we hold on to tradition. Memories are not just moments — they are stories, lessons, and legacies. At home, we still have those old-school photo albums filled with family pictures, and flipping through them is like opening a time capsule. There’s something magical about holding a photo in your hands — seeing your younger self, your siblings, your parents, and remembering exactly how you felt in that moment. I love my childhood pictures. Sometimes I find myself wishing I could go back — back to being small, where life felt simple. Back when your biggest concern was finishing your plate or getting to play outside before the street lights came on. Back then, I thought life would be easier once I was older… you know, when I’d have my own money and freedom. But life? Yoh, it gives flames 🔥😂 It’s not always easy. Adulthood come...

  There are moments in life that leave a lasting mark on the heart — moments that shape who we become. One of those moments for me was a Christmas Day I’ll never forget, standing beside the man who first taught me what it means to show up, to provide, and to love your family with all you’ve got: my dad. He wasn’t perfect. None of us are. But what made him great was his sense of responsibility and love for his family. As a truck driver, he was often on the road for weeks, even months. I remember one December clearly — he had been gone for two months, and finally came home for the holidays. That Christmas felt like paradise. His presence alone brought the joy, warmth, and safety I needed as a child. That memory lives in me to this day. I’ve learned so much from him — some things to follow, and some things to change. I became like him in many ways. But I also made the conscious decision to break certain generational cycles. That’s the journey of every son who becomes a father: cho...

  The other day, I had one of the most difficult but meaningful conversations with someone I used to work with — a fellow father, carrying a heavy burden. His 17-year-old son had fallen into gangsterism, had already been to jail twice, and was recently released on bail, which he had to pay himself. The pain in his voice was clear. He was worried, tired, and heartbroken. As we spoke, he said something many fathers often believe: “I buy him everything he wants. I spoil him. I give him the best.” I paused and gently said to him, “That’s the problem with us fathers… we think money and things are love. We only want to provide and spoil our children, but we don’t always connect with them emotionally.” I didn’t speak from a perfect place. I’m also a father, and I told him honestly — I’m still learning how to build better communication with my older son. It’s not easy. But I’m trying every way I can to reach him. That’s what I encouraged him to do as well: Don’t just discipline. Sit with y...

  This is more than just a page — it’s a movement. Khotso Shadrack Modibola is not just a name to follow, but a brand with purpose — built to develop communities, restore hope, and grow leaders. I created this platform not to showcase the end result, but to be honest about the beginning — the struggles, the silent battles, and the road less celebrated. I share my journey through hardship, unemployment, loss, and personal pain — because I know what it feels like to be stuck, overlooked, or fighting quietly in the background. 🕊️ I Speak to the Underdog: To the one battling addiction. To the one trying to rebuild after loss. To the man or woman still holding on to purpose while life tries to silence it. You are not forgotten. You matter. And your fire must not go out. 📘  My Book: Do Not Let the Fire Go Out This is my story of pain, purpose, and perseverance — a testimony to those who have ever faced darkness and still dared to rise. 👉 Grab your copy here: https://www.amazo...

  I didn’t just write a book — I opened a door. A door for others to heal, to reflect, and to feel seen. And today, I’m truly thankful for what this journey is becoming. So many of you have read Chapter 2 of Do Not Let the Fire Go Out, and the response has been humbling. It means the world to know that my story resonates with yours — that the pain I once carried in silence is now creating space for others to feel understood. 🙏🏽 I’m grateful. I’m happy. I’m encouraged. If you haven’t read Chapter 2: My Father, My Hero and My Hurt yet — it’s now live on the blog. This chapter is deeply personal, raw, and real. And I’d love to hear what you think. 💬 Please leave a comment and let me know: How did it make you feel? Did it remind you of your own journey? What part spoke to you most? 📖 Read Chapter 2 here: 👉 https://khotsomodibola.blogspot.com 📘 Get the full book on Amazon: 👉 https://www.amazon.com/author/modibolaauthor Your voice matters. Your healing matters. And always — do...