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"I write for the unlearned about things in which I am unlearned myself." - CS Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Broken to Peace...

Brokenness is expected to take us down into a pit of pain and deep gut wrenching anguish. We get broken all the time, broken in pieces over trivial issues and heart jerking issues. But our strength lies in not running away from being broken, it lies in not letting ourselves get broken to pieces in our brokenness, but broken to our peace, because we know that ALL things work together for our good, even when it hurts like crazy. (Now that’s a crazy truth, hard to swallow… but the truth all the same, if we choose to believe it or not)

Where one person treats you as kpomo, someone somewhere is viewing you as a perfect dish of steak, medium rare! Let your peace of self discovery come from the shattered pieces of a seemingly lost hope. Your dreams are valuable, even when they seem to fail one too many times. You are beautiful, even when you’ve been rejected one too many times. You are loved, even when backs have been turned on you one too many times.

God’s got you, even when… especially when men trample on you, and your dreams one too many times. You’re a perfect story, rising up from the ashes of the burn you got from getting up and just living. 

"Let the ruins come to life
In the beauty of Your Name
Rising up from the ashes
                                      God forever You reign..." Glorious Ruins, Hillsong.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Author Blabs...

So much has been going on with me… I got published. I’m an author…. uhmmm, that sounds really grand, so I’ll just go with, “hey y’all, I wrote a book!” and you all played a big role in this big step in my life, so big I even dedicated it to you… See? I appreciate my readers, we’re family. So do what families do and go out and buy that book… Reasons why you should buy, ignoring the fact that I called you family? Exhibit 1... it's dedicated to you... duhhhh!

Exhibit 2… It looks so good!!!! Don’t you just love the cover? I'm not sure I'm as vain as I feel for using my face for the cover.
So there you have it, Kiss & Tell! I’ve got stories to tell, this journey has been such a rollercoaster of emotions, with feelings of ‘not good enough’ and ‘wow, this is a masterpiece’ tugging at my head. Thank God the masterpiece argument won, that’s why I’ve got it out there, even though I still have my moments. 

Have I told you to go get yourself a copy? Well, you should. Get yourself a copy, get your mama a copy, get your daddy, your stalker, your neighbor, your boo, your friends boo… get everyone you love and hate a copy, it’s the least you can do :)

I'll do a proper post on this soon enough, I'll tell you a little bit about the content, you know, like we're hanging at Mr. Biggs or Costa, and discussing our favorite book over coffee or a bottle of coke, whatever imagination rocks your boat. Well, that's if you haven't gotten yourself a copy already, then I wouldn't have to tell. I like to think you believe in me so much that you buy yourself some copies, even without me talking about the content and deep riches of the book in all this blab.

Enough of the blabs. Hop on here and here to grab a copy.

Monday, February 16, 2015

True Confession... I Am A Nudist!

I’m a nudist!

Well, not really. Although, I wouldn’t mind being one if I could make myself invisible like in the cartoons. The heat has been awful. If you live in Nigeria and you don’t agree with me on the heat, then please can I be your new best friend? Can I move in with you for a couple of weeks and experience your weather?
It’s been hot and the wannabe nudist in me has just been bursting to come out and express itself. But grace has kept me fully clothed. Moments when you question Adam and Eve… The garden was good, why did you have to mess things up?
I longingly look at little kids in vests and panties and I want to be them, I try not to stare too wistfully at the stark naked ones, what joy they must feel on a hot hot sunny afternoon.

But I am a nudist though, when it comes to God, I am unashamedly delightfully a nudist. I rather bare it all; I’d rather be real… folds, flaps, flats and all before Him. I’d rather come as I am. No need dressing up for Him when He already knows it all. The weave comes off, the wonder bra and the waist trainers goes off (no I don’t wear waist trainers, but you get the gist) the butt lifting jeans and the heels come off, the make up stays away. God doesn’t need us dressed up to come before Him. How would He perfect us if we come before Him acting all perfect? He knows our human nature is messed up, it needs more than fitting clothes, and it needs daily surgery to fix all the sags, that’s why He chooses to perfect us Himself. Presenting perfection when we really are broken within… how do we expect Him to fix what we pretend is ok?
“God cannot change what you pretend to be”… Steve Furtick

Eh, no, I’m not asking you to show up in church stark naked! Na, na, na… We would cast that spirit out of you sister!… No, you don’t brother!

Coming before His presence, stripped of all the religious charade as you spend time with Him in prayer, in fellowship…
It isn’t facebook with God! I have come to realize this. And so I drop the façade of perfection in His presence. I am there as I am, me, the messed up one, the hurting one, the sick one, lifting all my insecurities before Him, asking Him those deep questions that release a floodgate of tears… And there before Him, nude in all my humanity, His love is a soothing balm, giving me comfort from the heat, molding me to be the perfect person that I acknowledge I’m not before Him, healing me in places deep within that I dare not speak to anyone about. This is my God!

Try being a nudist… spiritually that is. It’s perfection!

Friday, February 6, 2015

Justified... Aquitted!

Imagine you’ve been charged to court for one of the most gruesome offenses in the land… eating chicken! I mean, why would you take such a chance? It’s unthinkable, not even your friends fully understand why you would break that law. Not even your parents can stand you for this horrendous act. The human right groups are backing the animal right groups in protesting against you.

Your hearing is before the most feared judge in the country and as if that’s not enough, the district attorney decides to be the prosecutor for this case, it’ll boost his CV, because everyone has interest in this case, he’s one of the most convincing attorneys ever, with overwhelming success in prosecuting the toughest cases in the land.
It doesn’t help that you can’t afford a fancy lawyer, and your parents wouldn’t assist you with the money you need. A soft-spoken and gentle pro bono lawyer is all the option you’ve got, because not even the pro bonos want to be involved in this case.

Your lawyer reminds you of a picture of a lamb and you wonder how he can stand against the sly wolf of a prosecutor. Your defense attorney sits still, as you listen to the prosecutor make such a case, even you sentence yourself before the judge can. You still can’t figure out what made you stupid enough to eat that chicken, or think no one would find you out (and oh mine, how delicious it was, why would they make such joy a crime). It’s hopeless and you’re smart enough to know just how hopeless it is. You hope it’s a death sentence, and an immediate one, because jail would be a terror for you, even the criminals would be disgusted with you for such a heinous offense, and give you another sentence within your sentence.

The soft-spoken defense attorney rises and he speaks for you, you can hardly make sense of what he says, it doesn’t sound as fancy as the wolf, it sounds plain and simple, definitely unintelligent in your ears…
There’s a thirty-minute recess after he speaks. The longest thirty minutes of your life.
As you walk back into the courtroom, your attorney gives you a reassuring pat on the back, you look at the prosecutors sly smile and turn to see the judge look at you intensely.

The judge smiles at you… you look at your defense attorney’s calm look, and then look behind to see if there’s someone else in his line of vision that the smile is directed at.
Lamide adetutu… you have been acquitted of your crime… not guilty, your advocate has spoken for you… and he has justified you. We’re not saying you haven’t committed a crime or you don’t deserve all the punishment that’s to come your way, but you have been spoken for. A case like never before has been made on your behalf. You are free to go, and please don’t ever eat chicken again. Your record will be clear, you will not have a record, and as much as we can’t stop the newspapers from publishing stories or the whispers from the people, we are glad to inform you that the law has favored you.

Just like that? You didn’t even have to pay your lawyer a cent!
Acquitted, justified! You’re certainly not under the law now.

Disclaimer…Apology to every chicken lover world over… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. This isn’t a diss. I love chicken! I am a chicken fan! Roasted, fried, stewed, souped or grilled, I treasure my nandos loyalty card and look forward to my free full chicken rewards. Chickens are delicious! This in no means reflects my feelings for chicken, I am indeed a fan of chicken meat, and the bones are a delight in moments when I lay aside my outfit of prim and proper!

Isn’t it wonderful what Jesus has done for us? He came to the world, not to condemn us or judge us for all the wrongs (wrongs that certainly beats eating chicken) we have done but to save us… He has spoken up for us even when we broke all the law… graceBABYgrace!

God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. John 3:17(MSG)

God did it for us. Out of sheer generosity he put us in right standing with himself. A pure gift. He got us out of the mess we're in and restored us to where he always wanted us to be. And he did it by means of Jesus Christ. Romans 3:24(MSG)

[All] are justified and made upright and in right standing with God, freely and gratuitously by His grace (His unmerited favor and mercy), through the redemption which is [provided] in Christ Jesus. Romans 3:24(AMP)

Yet God freely and graciously declares that we are righteous. He did this through Christ Jesus when he freed us from the penalty for our sins. Romans 3:24(NLT)

Thank God for grace.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Harrods, Kingdoms and Citizenships...

Harrods is an upscale departmental store in London, Europe’s largest departmental store and one of the world’s most famous departmental stores. You know, those luxury fab stores, that you want to go to, you wish you had the money to go to so you’d be a genuine shopper and not one of those tourist lurking around and leaving with a weeny teeny bag from the food court because well, that’s what you could afford.

It was purchased by Egypt born Fayed brothers in 1985 and one of the brothers, Mohammed Al-Fayed served as its chairman from 1985 to 2010 when it was sold to new owners.
It's had a record of 12,000 employees. Harrods also held Royal warrants of the British royal family for 62years before it was dropped by Al-Fayed. Al-Fayed also owned London football club Fulham F.C, before he sold it to new owners. He also established a charitable foundation that works with charities and hospices for neglected and disabled children in the UK. I’m sure I could dig up more about him and his investments in the UK.

That’s impressive right? That’s doing so much for a country you’re not a citizen of, boosting its economy in your own little way by providing employment etc. But what’s amazing is how Al-Fayed has been denied UK citizenship twice, which is one too many times. You would think with all he’s contributed to the country, they’d be eager to grant him citizenship. Here’s an excerpt of a report I read somewhere after Mr Al-Fayed was denied citizenship….

Mr al-Fayed's spokesman Laurie Mayer said: "It's not a decision that a reasonable home secretary could have arrived at on the basis of the available facts.
"We also find it remarkable that only last night the prime minister, Tony Blair, and Home Secretary Jack Straw, saw fit to shake hands with Mr Fayed at a conference of the Muslim Council of Britain. His hopes of having his application accepted were raised eight weeks ago when his brother, Ali, was successful in his own citizenship bid.
According to Home Office regulations, an applicant must be over 18 years of age and "of good character".

But our citizenship is in heaven… Philippians 3:20

Citizenship/Salvation isn’t about how much you spend. You may have the biggest business in the kingdom, your work for the kingdom may even attract outsiders, who come in and eventually get their citizenship, your brother may even get his from working with you on one of the various church communities… But that doesn’t make you a citizen. 

Your money, your proximity to royalty, your influence doesn’t make you a citizen of the kingdom, it goes beyond your business, your wealth, your contributions to church and your daily offering. It goes beyond your tithe and tax paid, or how often you are photographed sharing a laugh with your pastor… it goes beyond it all. It’s all down to a personal choice… and as the spokes person noted, the available facts are not what determines the decision of the kingdom. 

It goes beyond the fact that I can testify that you paid for the church’s land; it’s down to the truth of your heart and your relationship with the one whom you serve. Are you hoping for citizenship based on what you’ve done for the kingdom or based on what the King of the kingdom has done for you? Based on His love for you? It’s all about this simplicity of His love, looking up to it and accepting it. That’s what matters, not your money or your labor.

"Right doing’ or “doing right” is not the same as righteousness, even though the righteous does right. A lifetime of ‘right doings’ wont grant you a minute in heaven; only the righteous receives the inheritance of heaven, you are righteous through faith in the sacrifice of Jesus, and this sonship nature is what qualifies you for everything in the kingdom- not selfies’- self righteousness self ‘good works’ and reliance on the arm of flesh. You are not saved because you are good, you are saved because God is good to you, and you received His good gift of salvation in the person of Jesus Christ!" Apostle Mish Ogbodo

Thursday, January 8, 2015


Enough of the selfies in the New Year.

Selfies would get you good pictures. They may even be great pictures, but you’re limited, especially when you’re wearing a really great outfit. You wouldn’t be able to take shots yourself from great angles of your outfit at a go.
Stop going around proudly declaring how self-reliant you are. There is more, and you can’t get that much more if you don’t hand the camera over to someone else. Someone, who will take continuous shots, full pictures of your outfit, and portraits from different angles. I use a tripod for selfies sometimes, but it isn’t as easy breezy as I want it to be.
You have your talents, great, but sometimes with your self-efforts, you don’t explore half of what you’ve got. It may look great, but it could be greater.

Let God be your help this year. That’s what He wants to do… He desires to help you. 
I have toddlers hanging off me on every side, and it gets frustrating when I want to help them open a pack of sweet or a new toy or something and they fight me off… they don’t want me to help and I storm off sulking and waiting for them to fail because I know they would, their self efforts are quite useless (most of the time, in certain situations) and when they come back to me after all their selfies/self efforts, I smugly look at them and tell them “I told you!!! I offered to help earlier and you rejected my help, why are you coming back to me?” It takes a lot of begging and maybe the dropping of a few tears to move me to help. Thank God, He isn’t like humans. He would leave you alone to take your selfies if you insist, but He’s ever willing to help if you hand it over to Him, He wouldn’t give the cold soldier like we do as humans.

Our help is in the name of the Lord, Who made heaven and earth. Psalm 124:8

I read something in Khaleid Hosseini’s book ‘And the mountains echoed’ that struck a cord in me. It said, “… if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise.”  

It made me think how we as humans react. Sometimes we’re stuck in situations, but because we’re so self-reliant, we refuse to call for help from the one source of all help… thus in our trying to rescue ourselves, we keep digging deeper and deeper in the wrong direction. Sometimes, the only way out of a dilemma is taking the hand of help stretched out to you.

Its time to stand still and see the salvation of God… stand still and let Him take your perfect pictures for you. Standing still is such a powerful statement, it means resting, not being lazy as some of us would love it to mean, but relaxing enough to know that your efforts wouldn’t do the half of it, so you call for His help, and listen for His directions.
You need help! You can’t do it on your own. Don’t be proud. You are worth nothing as a self-made man… it sounds good to call yourself that, but your self foundation would crumble one way or the other. I do not have self-confidence… I have God confidence. I am a God-made woman. God-helped woman, and because I am, my dreams would outlive me and economic condition... I will have peace even when storms come against my dreams.
How does God help? Sometimes, by sending men to our rescue. We can’t remain isolated, your breakthrough may be in the hello you say to the neighbor you’ve walked past for years, he may have just what you’ve been looking for, or you may have just what he’s been looking for. God also sends help by giving us the Holy Spirit. And I will pray the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may abide with you forever— “ Hebrew 14:16

Following the leading of the Holy Spirit is leaning on the help of God to achieve great feats.
I choose to be Spirit led not just this year, but for all of my days. I choose to start being conscious of those I come in contact with, online or physically, you never know what man God is going to use to move you ahead. I have received help/and heard of people who received help from unexpected sources in the past. A major oil deal was missed, because two men who sat next to each other for years in church never went past the ‘hello’ formalities. One had the services the other was looking for and they only got talking a day after the deal had been signed with someone else.  Now that’s mad crazy.

I choose to rest in the help of God… I’m done with the selfies. (Well, not the physical selfies, I’m so not done with that, not just yet)
But God is my helper... Psalms 54:4

Friday, January 2, 2015

Twenty Fifteen...

Happy New Year…
I’m excited about the year.
Doubly excited that I heard from God and I got a confirmation from someone else.
It’s going to be glorious year, I don’t know how… but I’m expectant.
God bless us all in the new…
More glory, more honor, more grace to do exploits.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas...

Merry Christmas everyone.
I’m thankful for the birth of Jesus, my precious savior…
I’m thankful for the life He lived to die for me.
He is the reason for the season.
I celebrate the birth of my savior… My salvation story!

The Word became flesh and blood,
and moved into the neighborhood.
We saw the glory with our own eyes,
the one-of-a-kind glory,
like Father, like Son,
Generous inside and out,
true from start to finish. John 1:14(MSG)

 God came and dwelt amongst us… He’s generous inside and out. Faithful every moment and so beautiful for every situation. What a great God He is.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

'Twas The Night Before Christmas...

'Twas the night before Christmas, the night was quiet, such an aroma of fried goat meat over the local firewood filled the air, Santa came riding in on his sleigh.
There was no chimney, neither was there cookies or warm milk waiting for him. He sure was in Nigeria, a GPS flunk... no thanks to the cyber stunts of North Korea.

So Santa sat outside the house with no chimney or Christmas lights, no chestnut roasting on an open fire, no stockings hanging and no sign that they cared about him or believed in him. He was offered some fried meat, and a cold bottle of malt, because Santa was sweating in his suit. (He wondered how possible it was, to sweat on Christmas eve.)
It was o so good, the malt and the meat; he wondered why Nigeria had never been programmed in on his Christmas ride. Santa wanted more meat, and then more and more, till it was all gone. He still wanted more (what a selfish old man, taking from the people he never came through for… but who can blame his longer throat where goat meat is involved)

There was a dilemma, where to get more meat from... until the red nose of Rudolph the reindeer glowed in the dark (poor poor thing, on the first night He was given the honor of riding Santa's sleigh) and so Rudolph the red nosed reindeer was slaughtered and roasted, some parts of him fried and what a fine BBQ we had, the night before Christmas... shhhhhhh, don't tell Mrs. Claus!

I’m not about to ruin any child’s Christmas story… Looking forward to the goat meat that would be fried today and o, what a delight with a cold cold bottle of coke. Celebrating Christ is always so much fun.

Just incase you’re real Santa, please forgive me for that story… Here’s my Christmas list…
Oh well, no point writing it here. We’ll discuss when you’re getting overfed on goat meat and malt tonight.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

First Class Baby, First Class...

A facebook friend had this as her status update If you fly first class, business class, or premium economy, it doesn’t change who you are, once the flight has landed it is finished.... the airplane is only a pressurized tube! “

I agree with the above statement, that the class you’re sat in doesn’t change who you are. But while I’ve shamelessly been one of those who smugly said I really don’t care what class, economy, premium, business or first, as long as I get to my destination, what’s the big deal? Isn’t it the same plane? I have arrived at a place where my opinion has changed. There is a big deal… it doesn’t change who you are, but the experiences are different.

I didn’t care about class… Who says you can’t have fun in economy? The food is good (most times), you still get your drinks and the airhostesses smile at you, well, sometimes they do… Even if you don’t get priority boarding or a special lounge for you, you still arrive at the same destination with the rest of the passengers in the plane, but you’re not that comfortable, admit it! Your legs are cramped, and it’s rather annoying when the person in front of you decides to recline his/her seat. Sometimes sitting at the back of the plane opens up this cynical part of you that despises the other person for choosing to use his money to fly in a better class, and even more so when he has his whole family flying with him… why waste money on kids flying in first/business? What’s the point? What are you trying to prove? Foolish man.

My opinion changed when I got into premium economy! I never wanted economy, ever again. My leg had much room to rest, I was given hot towels before takeoff and I was served with real cutleries. Sitting there didn’t get me so greedy, I still didn’t care about business class, as long as I was more comfortable in premium, I didn’t covert business, I only wistfully looked on at premium whenever I had to sit in economy and I wasn’t lucky enough to get the exit seats.

Then one day, I got upgraded into business class, and life was a dream… What??? The beauty of it.
Forget the same destination cock and bull story, tell yourself whatever you want to hear, it may be the same pressurized tube, but there’s a difference and I want to be a partaker in that difference. You actually feel good, you feel like royalty, without even trying… macadamia nuts, flat beds, leg space, five star dining, china plates, menus with salmons (not like I care about salmons), champagne and the airhostess calling you by name.

What am I trying to say?
This Christianity thing has one destination… but I refuse to settle, especially not in the religion of cramped feet for righteousness sake. Life is like being on a flight from birth to death. I refuse to be a Christian that makes the unbeliever feel sorry for me on this journey. I refuse to be the Christian sitting in economy of Sunday to Sunday church attendance with no enjoyment of the deep, precious things and joy in knowing God. I refuse to look tattered in the name of being a Jesus baby! Yes it’s the same pressurized tube, one destination… heaven! But I would enjoy this ride. I choose to enjoy this ride, to experience the deeper things of this ride.
I would look glamorous, my joy would be full, and I would wear lipsticks and perfumes and fix my hair if I want to, and if I don’t want to, I’ll cover my hair with the best of scarves and wear the best of floor length skirts available.

I would reign in victory, living a rich and satisfying life… Christ didn’t die for me to sit in economy declaring heaven in the after life while I hate on those enjoying this life in first class of heaven on earth with self-righteous declarations of “what’s the point when we’ll land in the same airport”.

I would enjoy heaven on earth, I would heal the sick, I wouldn’t just pray in my closet, I wouldn’t just listen to sermons in church, I would speak out, well, where my mouth is tied, I would write out. I sit on the luxury side of this Christian ride on this journey to my eternal home. I would have the angels attend to me…. I choose to be filled with the Holy Spirit and overshadowed by Him to birth signs and wonders in Jesus name. I choose to receive the gift of salvation and not get lost with an undeserving spirit surrounding me.

No sitting in economy of daily church attendance and nothing to show for the faith I profess beyond bashing anyone who isn’t in the faith or those in it who have gotten the revelation of the rich and satisfying life Christ offers. I have realized leaving the back sit of economy isn’t about your works, how much you attend church programs. It’s relying on grace, Gods grace. I’ve never struggled or hustled to sit in business class, even though I have longed for it… it just happened. Grace.

Living a life of works, under the law is like travelling in economy… you pay for everything and yet, you still don’t get the best of service from all your self-effort.
Grace is all about the business/first class… it’s free food in the lounge baby. A table prepared for you in the presence of your enemy, you don’t have to squeeze coins at the airport for a bottle of water, and when you’re on the flight, you can confidently ask for seconds or thirds or whatever… boldly, because you know what ticket you’re riding. The only price you pay is a deep longing for more…

It may be the same tube as those sitting behind you, but you have the boldness to ask, ask ask and get get get. Enter into His rest. Kathryn kulman was on the same flight, but she sure didn’t settle for coach, she moved with such a presence of the Holy Spirit and enjoyed the joy of heaven on earth before landing in the real heaven.

The father whose son returned killed the fattest cow while the older brother looked on fuming from economy seat, judging… what’s the point? Why kill the cow? Why have a party for him? Look at me, I’ve been here, why’s he having all the fun? The father’s response was simple… it’s always been yours child. He settled, he did not receive what was freely available to him; He did not activate his right to his father’s kingdom. Refuse to settle, grab for the goodness of the kingdom and rejoice in it, rather than sit fuming at those who have received the love of the Father and bask in it. (Luke 15:11-22)

Ever meet people that are so holy that they cant enjoy life and they wouldn’t let you enjoy it either? That’s not holiness, that’s self-importance and legalism. Judah Smith, Jesus is___ .
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