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

Saturday, December 29, 2012


You’d probably give me a look when i tell you the fact of what this year has been like for my family and I... A look like this

But me? I would scream and pour out tears till the world swims in it just like 'Alice in wonderland', because God has been so good to my family and I. In the face of the facts, He fed us with some juicy truth, that gives us no choice but to praise Him. So save the look :)

I wouldn't be wrong to call 2012 'The year of the storm.'
Oh my gosh, I saw howling winds and rogue waves. But as the storm raged on the outside, it wasn't allowed to get inside. It may have been hell thrown at us, but it was all heaven on the inside. We walked on water through it all... I saw Jesus in the midst of the struggles, I saw His grace and His love see my family and I through.

I look back and all I see is beauty, grace, love and more grace.
Everything we’ve gone through as a family, every pain killer we’ve willingly taken for the other person has only strengthened our faith. We have fought battles and we have come out of them victorious. 

In other news?
I didn't die at the realization that somehow, without knowing, I had moved out of Lagos. All my clothes, shoes, books, jewelry and toiletries still as I left them, waiting for me to walk in and pick up from where I left, when I left for just a week or two which has turned out to be a year plus now. If I didn't leave the way i did, i don't think i would have ever been mentally prepared to move.
I grew up in Makurdi, thus I've got to love the town, it's home. But there's always a 'but' when it comes to this town...  I was in the right frame of mind when I agreed to stay back for mum and the factory. I didn't even fight it, because I know that I know that I know that God has a plan, and I'm right in the middle of it, even though I'm a little lost about that. I love my small town and best testimony about it is...

  • I didn’t die when I craved apple crumble and couldn’t lay my hands on it. 
  • I didn’t go crazy when I was bored and wanted to see a play or something. 
  • I didn’t crawl into a corner sucking my thumb when I heard of all the fun gatherings with friends and events I missed out on cos I wasn’t there. 
  • I survived nights of daydreaming and actually seeing myself in yellow chilli eating jellof rice fiesta and obe din... Oh gosh!
  • I didn't get the shakes when I heard about the new ice cream parlor 'coldstone' right there in phase 1. I can have all the ice-cream I want whenever I go back.
  • My spirit hasn't been starved like I feared. I miss my church, I miss everything about City of David. But I was placed in a church that is home to me, one that has fed my spirit so good, I'm almost obese, and a Pastor that has shown love. I know I’m in the right place at the right time. I couldn't be happier.

A couple of friends got married. Bliss!!!
I watched those I joked with transform into daddies and mummies… Crazy!!!
I made new friends. Blessed!
My birthday wish list got ticked off, and my mental Christmas list has been ticked as well... Great God!
I got baptized by immersion. Glory!!! (Been missing out on all the opportunities to do this till this year, long story.)

And this year, all my lobbying for godmother duty paid off. I got two offers but could only accept being a 'mother' to one. I haven’t been as good as I imagined I would be to my goddaughter, I haven’t sent people to sleep with the fishes and I haven’t showered her with all the attention I imagined my godchild would get… sigh!!! The movie godfather made it look so easy.

Oh, and I found my own prince charming and fell hopelessly in love with him. It’s been eight months and I’m crazy over my baby… yeah, baby literally, not baby ‘baby’ as in terms of endearment baby. My baby cousin, the first male in the family in over ten years is such a bloke and some, and I’m crazy about him.
I went through a real life class on faith, and wow!!! Walking on water is real yo!!!
All in all, I have seen favor, the Lords goodness and compassion over my family and I, He has preserved us and proved Himself. All I can say is THANK YOU!
I can’t complain about the year, the storms were blessings as they taught lessons and triggered growth.

I am the poster girl of grace, favor, mercy and love.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Christmas....

It’s the day before Christmas already. I didn’t notice it creep up on me.
I love Christmas!!! Who doesn’t? What’s not to love about it? 
It's so easy to love your way through Christmas without acknowledging the reason for the season. 

Decided to do a repost of something I wrote...

I look round at the hundreds of guests in the room. 
It is my special day and everyone in town is excited about celebrating it in a big way with me. Well, except a few haters who stayed away.
My birthday is the talk of town, the It event of the year.
It feels wonderful seeing them go all out to celebrate me. People go all out for my big day. I notice new and expensive dresses, sparkly shoes, glamorous hair dos and even brand new cars on display.

There's dazzling smiles and cheerfulness. It's hard for anyone to stay gloomy at this party.

The music? The best musicians from around the world have composed special songs and performed them just for me.
The food? How do they say it in Italian? Delizioso? So delicious, that people have come ready to throw away those funny diets to indulge. It is a day where calories have received air kisses and big hugs.
There is dancing, from the goofy to the wonderful moves.
Love is in the air.

It makes me glad that I was born. I was born for a purpose, I was born out of love, and my birth brings people of all class together.
But then, in the midst of it all, the merry making and the laughter, my heart breaks.
As much as everyone is joyful and celebrating my day, very few people even acknowledge me, the celebrant.
Everyone is out for my special day, but no one really cares about me, the celebrant.
Just a few have taken time out of all the fun to say "Happy birthday Jesus, thank you for becoming flesh for our sake. Your gift of love to us"

Merry Christmas people! Have a great one, and be sure to take a moment to say Thank You Jesus. He's the reason for the season. His birth opened the door to our salvation.  

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Eldorado Loves... adaKOLE WILLIAM

We all have treasures, and it is up to us to dig within to find it. 
It takes grace to nurture and polish the treasure we find till it shines, and it takes an even greater grace to offer it back to the King of Kings for His use. Giving back to Him the best part of you, to show the world the best of Him.

I was at the launch of the debut album of Benue Born Adakole William, titled ‘Highly Lifted’. This young man has vigorously polished his treasure and it shines like the gemstone that it is, and he’s offered it back to the King.
The 13-track album takes you on a journey of worship and praise, and leaves you in awe of God. It’s got upbeat and catchy tunes, but It's hard to loose the message even in the midst of the groove. One minute you're moving, and the next you're throwing your hands up in worship.

I’m excited about this album. In a world where you’ve got to mouth words like ‘1st of all, go down low' or 'shake that thing' to be seen as good and to have a fair chance to strut on the red carpet of fame. It’s great to see people choose to stick to what matters most, which is a love for God that isn’t fazed by the desire for acceptance and popularity.
I uploaded one of my favorite tracks from the album titled 'I am here'… I love it!!! A call from God to come to Him and just drop it all at His feet. Deep! 

Watch out for Highly LIFTED... available in stores soon...

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Fwd: Fwd: Fwd: Fwd: .....

There's a chain mail... Speaking of chain mails, don't we all hate them? And why wouldn't you ever get wise about forwarding those mails?....
Or maybe you're scared about this?.....
Don't worry, that's not the reason you're still single. Please don't try to make up for not obeying in the past by forwarding every single mail you get. Especially those that warn of doom and destruction if you don't. It makes you look... you know, kind of, sort of stupid.

Ok, so as i was saying, there's a chain mail credited to Ben Stein in circulation. While the original transcript of his commentary which was aired on 'CBS Sunday morning program' in 2005 has been tampered with, I really don't care about the original transcript. Truth is, I like the doctored and more popular version better :D 
Whatever rocks my boat right?
True or false, doctored or original, it doesn't change the fact that there is a message that shouldn't be ignored in this chain. Even though it speaks about the American society, I think every country and society can relate to it. So I'll be posting it here because whoever edited this letter did a good job at painting a picture we all need to see and because I wasn't threatened to forward it or loose a weeks supply of fried yam.

Subject: Remarks from CBS Sunday Morning (everyone should read!)
I only hope we find God again before it is too late!!
The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.
My confession:
I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees.. I don’t feel threatened. I don’t feel discriminated against. That’s what they are: Christmas trees.

It doesn’t bother me a bit when people say, ‘Merry Christmas’ to me. I don’t think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn’t bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu .. If people want a church, it’s just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.
I don’t like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don’t think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can’t find it in the Constitution and I don’t like it being shoved down my throat.
Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren’t allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that’s a sign that I’m getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.
In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it’s not funny, it’s intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham’s daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her ‘How could God let something like this happen?’ (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, ‘I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we’ve been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?’
In light of recent events… terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O’Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn’t want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.
Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn’t spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr Spock’s son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he’s talking about. And we said OK.
Now we’re asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don’t know right from wrong, and why it doesn’t bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.
Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with ‘WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.’
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world’s going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send ‘jokes’ through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Are you laughing yet?
Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you’re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.
Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.
Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it… no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don’t sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.  (I did you a favor by striking this bit out :D)
My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully,
Ben Stein
Food for thought!
 (Anne Graham Lotz quote was in reference to 9/11 and not hurricane Katrina. I'm not even mad at the author for mixing that up. :D)

Someone just sent a mail to a group i belong to about an ad campaign sponsored by the American humanist society(www.kidswithoutgod.com). His mail came right after a friend expressed shock that 'GOD' had been censored out of the movie he was watching on DSTV. Apparently, the name of GOD, our GOD, is offensive, as offensive as cussing. It's really worrisome... Here's the picture of the ad...
 Houston, we have a problem and it's got nothing to do with the moon!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Tummy Rants...

Yes to midnight snacking!!!
But then, how disappointing it is, to use up your energy to raid the fridge, and come out with no spoils from that little war, nothing to make you feel like a true warrior.
That's when your craving, like a nagging wife starts to dance the 'azonto' on your nerves. It takes you round the world, wining and dining on different cuisines with your minds mouth, while in reality, your stomach rumbles and your mouth waters...
All you wanted was just something to munch on and now you’re thinking how like superman your dear-future-husband should be, because if he promises to love you, then it's only fair that he should be able to fly to different continents at odd hours and in record time, to get you the different cuisines you crave or a plain old quarter-pounder meal.
And since you know that’s impossible, you become unhappy that the blue body suite, red cape wearing, one hand in front like a silly fist pump flying man isn’t real and then you’re mad at Hollywood for that illusion of superman and....  *Sigh* I guess it’s No to midnight snacking after-all. Either that or stock up your fridge with everything you can think of, so you don’t get depressed.
Oh no, I'm not impressed. if you were real, you'd hear my soul cry out for food right now and you'd save me from the war in my tummy. I'm not impressed with you or your Hollywood creators right now. Arrant nonsense.

Yet another night of nothing to snack on. bleeh!!!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

On Pains, Pools and Hope....

I’ve had this sensation since I was child, probably since I was three. It’s gotten worse over the years. And now? My goodness, you don’t want to go through what I deal with everyday. I live in pain, but in the midst of the pain, I have found grace to live and hope and trust, knowing that my healing will come. Sometimes, it gets too much talking about it, like you’re looking for self pity, especially as no one really understands, and the more people feel sorry for you, the more painful it gets. So I choose to stay away from self-pity, I choose to reject the sympathy; I choose to look on to God for my healing.

Sometimes I want to pause in the middle of whatever I’m doing; sleeping, tv, anything that gives me enough space to feel the pain. And I want to cry in frustration, but I don’t.
So what happens, when almost every time I go to church, there’s a great testimony from the same service I worshiped at? The same service I felt the spirit of God move so strongly, the same service that the power of the anointing threw me to my knees?
Testimonies of healing from diabetes, cancer, growths and all sorts… the lame walking, the deaf hearing, and the blind seeing. I have seen it all, and through it all, I have never stopped hoping that I have arrived at that point where my healing will be perfected. Where there’s no pain in my leg or my arms and my neck, where my joints are not hurting so much that I smile to shut the pain up.

I leave church still hurting, and sometimes with a taunting from the devil… an increase in the discomfort, like he's saying “does that feel like healing to you lady? Smell the coffee”.
Does it mean I’m bitter at God for not healing me? No, I know He will, and I know His name will be glorified through this. Does it discourage me from going to church or expecting healing from another service? Does it discourage me from taking the communion that is a reminder that through Christ broken body I have been made whole? Does the lack of immediate results make me doubt? No!!! I know He loves me fiercely.

It reminds me of the man at the pool of Bethesda. Lets liken that pool to the church, after all Bethesda means ‘pool of mercy’. He went to the 'house of Mercy' church for thirty-eight years. He hoped for a miracle, although he was clueless as to how to get it. It was quite dramatic, that an angel would stir the water and the first person in would be healed, meaning people got healed all those years he waited, and it never was him.
There was a one in a hundred chance that he would be that person, but he still waited, probably went there everyday, or lived there. Hope was his lifestyle, maybe because he had no other choice, it doesn’t matter what drove him to hope, what’s important is that he did, and he remained by the pool with hundreds of others, hoping.

It was very easy to miss the blessing Jesus brought to him. I mean, healing was about the dramatic of the bubbling of the water after the angel's stir. But Jesus came to Him, and gave a simple instruction, “pick up your mat and go.” One less complicated than jumping into the pool. Less complicated than people falling in church, the pastor laying his hands, or the fasting and praying. It's easy to miss that gentle touch because we're looking at the bubbling water.
The lame man got his healing ONE-DAY. If he decided to never be at the pool after all those years because he never had a chance to get into the water, he would have missed Jesus. Just like that. It took him thirty-eight years, but when he's day came, it was special. How? While the angel brought the healing for the pool, God came and healed Him personally, there was a transformation beyond mere healing in his life, Jesus even gave him a golden instruction. (John 5)

I don’t care how long it takes; I’ll praise him in my pain. I will continue to go to his house and worship him… His hand isn’t too short to heal. What is HMS to the mighty power of God’s healing touch? I will wait on him and hope in him…
Though he slay me?... I will get my praise on!!!! My healing isn’t dependent on my service and neither is my service dependent on my healing. I'm all in.

I wrote this a couple of days ago, and soon after, I got the devotion for the day from this daily devotion group i belong to called  'convo on devo' where we share devotions and discuss… I knew it was a message for me, there is no coincidence with God. The writer of the devo talked about having fibromyalgia, the symptoms of which mirrors HMS and has been linked to it as well..

Whatever you’re waiting on God for, healing, a breakthrough or whatever… keep waiting. I’ve waited 20+ years and I’m not about to give up on Him, the man at the pool waited thirty- eight years, God wasn't late, He showed up at the right time. Enjoy the devotional and be blessed.

I’m sorry if it’s been a lenghty read for you, but I feel someone needs to read this.

What It Takes to Struggle with Something Hard

By Rachel Olsen

"No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us." Romans 8:37 (NIV)

Beginning in my twenties, I wrestled each day with chronic pain and fatigue. The first few years of it, doctors had no idea why.
Then came the diagnosis: fibromyalgia.
I was told this condition was poorly understood, not very treatable, and also not reversible. In fact, they called it "degenerative," meaning it would worsen as I aged. In short, doctors said I had no chance to conquer this pain.

The pain worsened for a couple years and I couldn't image what my life would be like five, ten or fifty years down the road. I prayed for deliverance.

Looking back I'm astonished that despite my pain, I continued to work a full time job and take courses for a master's degree. I really don't know how I did that-except through Christ-because it was such a struggle daily. To concentrate on my work or schoolwork took an inordinate amount of effort because I had to focus over top of the ever-present pain in the foreground. Not to mention, a lack of quality sleep.

Fibromyalgia was the thorn in my side, quite literally. And I leaned into God for strength. Often through tears.

A long-distance friend wrote me this week to tell me she was experiencing a near debilitating condition: fibromyalgia. She gave me permission to share a portion of what she wrote:

"Life has thrown me some pretty horrible punches and I have always gotten right back up. Except now. And to be honest with you, Rach, this is NOT a LIFE! And I can't BELIEVE that GOD would do this to me ... why isn't He healing me? All He has to do is say the word! I BEG Him to do that daily. While He keeps His mouth shut [on the healing] He did give me Psalm 88 the other night, and I cried a river. I was jumping for joy in my heart, but at the same time. Do you know what I mean?"

I did know what she meant. So I told her my story. I told her that I walked this painful path too. I gave her my best tips for physically managing this condition. I told her how I tried to do all the right things according to my doctors. How I prayed, and prayed, and prayed for healing-sometimes out of faith and sometimes out of desperation.

I told her how, seven years after my pain began, I was walking by a lake one day praying yet again for deliverance from this. And while I had often sensed God heard my prayers, this time I sensed He also answered. I sensed deliverance.

Year-eight saw me pain free from fibromyalgia-the incurable, degenerative condition doctors don't totally understand. My condition stopped degenerating that evening by the lake and instead began improving.

So in honesty and with compassion I told my friend:

"Will God heal you soon? I don't know."
"His ways are higher than our ideas of how things should go. But I can tell you this: It is possible. He hears your prayers and He is not indifferent to your plight. God loves you. Above all, don't equate your suffering with how God feels about you."

Because despite all this stuff we're struggling with, victory is ours through Christ who loves us.

I don't know what your story is today-what you are struggling with or against. But I know this: God knows your situation and He is not indifferent toward it or you. He loves you mightily! And His right arm is not too short to save you.

So lean into Him because you need His strength until His deliverance comes.
Lean in, pray and persevere despite the pain you are in. And keep hope alive in your heart. For this is how we struggle with something hard while holding the title "More than Conquerors in Christ." In Him overwhelming victory is ours.

Prayer: Dear Lord, thank You for rescuing me from all my troubles-either here and now, or in eternity. Strengthen me until your deliverance is seen. I believe victory is overwhelmingly mine through You. In Jesus' Name, Amen.

Reflect and Respond:
Study and take heart today in the truth from Romans 8:18: "I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us." (NIV)

Power Verses:
Romans 8:22-25, "We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently." (NIV)

Friday, November 30, 2012

Who Wore It Better?...

We were going out for lunch; my sisters, my nieces and I. I wore a kimono jacket I bought about a year ago from H&M, but had never worn. On my way downstairs, I peeked into my sister’s room only to see her wearing the same jacket; we bought it at the same time and had never used it, stroke of luck, we both chose to wear it on the same day. 
There she was the first-born, dressed in the same outfit as me the last-born. You know how we get upset when we find people dressed up in same outfit as us at events… if we had our way, we’d rush home to change. (I still can’t figure out why. Are we so insecure with ourselves that we can’t stand to see someone else look just as good?)
I volunteered to change… because well, she’s older and fate had dealt me the card to bow out of this match gracefully. My other sister, who thankfully wasn’t wearing hers, asked what the big deal was in being dressed alike? And so we went out and had a lovely meal. I was relieved that I didn’t have to dig through for a change of clothes.
Sis and I in H&M Kimono Style Silky Jacket
 We both rocked the outfit. Same jacket, styled with totally different accessories and pieces, but the end result was great, we looked beautiful :D.  It didn’t make her less than she is, and it didn’t make me any less than I am.
Who rocked it better? As the fashion police would ask. No, don't answer that.

Wear your blessings.
God’s blessings are the same, but interpreted differently in our individual lives, the end result is always to bring glory to Him.
Look beautiful wearing Gods blessings. Rock the look; don’t hide in the corner sulking because God has blessed those around you as much as He has blessed you. Don't go round mouthing Joan Rivers words "*&%$ stole my look".
Sometimes you see people in their one bedroom flat with as much joy as those in their mansions. They aren’t disqualified from enjoying the joy of the Lord because of their location or lack.

Have you been blessed with a passion for baking? Then bake. Don’t fold up because there are countless other pastry chefs in your town. You all are unique, and you accessorize/spice up your craft in different ways that appeal to different people.
You’re an events planner? Then rock your trade with pride and joy. Don’t be discouraged because there are a truckload of others in the game. Learn from them, share ideas. Develop your unique style. Don’t close shop.
You're a writer? Then write. You've got your own style different from others. 
You don’t see McDonald's folding up because Burger King makes burgers as well. Nope!!! It also doesn’t stop the smaller burger shops from springing up… that’s why we’ve got Uncle Sams, amongst numerous others thriving in the face of the bigger names. You don’t see the wealthy McDonald's closing shop because there are other smaller fast food restaurants springing up. My sister is older than I am, doesn’t mean she cant wear her outfit because we’re not ‘mates’.

Flotus Stole my look: Michelle and I in Asos midi Check Print dress.
 I don’t see Michelle Obama, the FOTUS folding up her dress I don’t see myself folding up my dress because Mrs. Obama happens to own a pair as well. We wear it in our own different styles and come out looking good in our own different ways.
Same way we’ve got different churches and ministers of the gospel. They wear the garment of the message of salvation, but they style their overall outfit of delivery in different ways. Bishop TD Jakes Potters house isn’t going to fold up because Pastor Adeboye’s Redeemed church of God is preaching the gospel. They both step out in style looking good in their different styles.
The bible has a dozen different interpretations. The message is the same, but the way of interpreting is different, to suite different minds and different ways of understanding. It doesn’t make it less of a bible.
Kate and Pippa in Issa silk wrap dress source
If you never want to wear the same outfit with anyone, then you best not shop in the stores with ready to wear outfits, you’d have to make your own customized clothes all year round or take a nice holiday away from life.
The blessings are available to all; raw talents have been equally distributed. As we walk through life, we catch a glimpse of what we love on the mannequin of life's purpose, and we go in to grab at it, develop ourselves in this passion and grow from it. Some others don’t have same taste as you and would over look what you are drawn too, till they find what suites them in the next display… Some discover their passion for poetry, others football and yet another singing. That’s the beauty of life… the diversity in the similarity of our blessings.

Same way the Holy Spirit is one outfit, and those who choose to receive Him are styled differently…. We all have our calling in the body of Christ. Wear it with thanksgiving and stop being petty about seeing others walk their path.
Ephesians 4: 5-7 There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism, and one God and Father, who is over all and in all and living through all.
However, he has given each one of us a special gift through the generosity of Christ.
Nina Dobrev and Bernadette Peters in Donna Karan Source
Ephesians 4:11-16 Now these are the gifts Christ gave to the church: the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, and the pastors and teachers. Their responsibility is to equip God’s people to do his work and build up the church, the body of Christ. This will continue until we all come to such unity in our faith and knowledge of God’s Son that we will be mature in the Lord, measuring up to the full and complete standard of Christ.
Then we will no longer be immature like children. We won’t be tossed and blown about by every wind of new teaching. We will not be influenced when people try to trick us with lies so clever they sound like the truth. Instead, we will speak the truth in love, growing in every way more and more like Christ, who is the head of his body, the church. He makes the whole body fit together perfectly. As each part does its own special work, it helps the other parts grow, so that the whole body is healthy and growing and full of love.

Out of the same paper, You can make a book, a ticket, a boat or a plane! Your Destiny Is not what you get but what you make out of what you have. Unknown

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Pressing Into His Presence...

Don't you love it when you attend an event and you see that wealthy and influential ‘big’ man/woman you know(and off course they know you as well)? You go to greet him/her and the reception is so warm, you have a nice conversation with a few respectful back-slaps. It’s really a big deal especially when it comes to showing off to the onlookers who underestimated you before…(Yes, shameful i tell you) Sometimes you're lucky to leave with an unexpected, but much needed cash gift, a subtle exchange of envelopes between the PA and you(if you're in Nigeria that is)…  and a very sincere expression of dismay at the fact that you don't come around them when they could be of help to you and a sincere invitation to come over to the office when you want to. This would be great only if the protocol around this person wasn’t crazy.

I went for a function and saw this 'influential' man. After a very warm reception and a spirited conversation. I requested(more like demanded) for a meeting(not like i had an idea what i wanted to discuss, but seize the moment they say)… He said of course I could stop by, just get to one of the Personal assistants and he’ll make it happen. Now it’s that easy right? Only this PA would make things difficult, you call one day and he picks up and gives you some flimsy excuse and a time to call back, you call at the time and he says meet up, you sigh in relieve, finally!!! Only he just wants to use it as an opportunity to have lunch with you. You get angry and pissed, choosing to forget about seeing the 'oga' altogether. It doesn’t matter that he’s nice, and he sincerely gave the invite. The stress of meeting up for the bigger deal is just not worth it, the staff/protocol around him choose to make things difficult for those he's invited. They use their position for their own personal gain/pleasure, to extort and to gain dates. Thus you resign to faith and hope you'll meet him at the next meeting or wedding or dinner and carry on from there.

We go to church and we meet with God. We’re all excited about the preachers sermon, and we feel so close to God in that moment. It’s easier to pray to Him and talk to Him and feel like He’s giving you special attention during the service. You leave church feeling blessed, with a lightened heart and a free pass to visit him whenever you want to. The goody bag of meeting with a big man
But when you’re ready at night, when you hit the floor and get ready to pray, you meet obstacles, you remember to do this and do that… you think of this and that, get distracted by your blackberry and lost in some day dream, right before you sleep off. Breaking through the resistance and protocol of sleep and distractions to get to Him in prayer can be a pain. Remember, when you met Him in public, He gave you a blessing, how much more will He give you when you meet Him in the privacy of His throne room? (Mark 11:24 "Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.")He’s so easy to approach and talk to, if only they’d just let you in.

You've got to push through the resistance, stay kneeling/sitting and keep calling on the Holy Spirit to lead you there, He will. And once you’re in His presence, you wonder why it was so hard for you to get through to Him in the first place. You feel such a peace and a joy, that it’s all worth it, the fighting off the protocol of sleep and distraction pales in comparison to what you get in there. A president whose aides keeps you away even after he's asked you in... but when you get in, the reception is so warm, and you're dining with the king, you forget what the struggle felt like.

Jeremiah 29:13 "You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."

Like going to some exclusive club, the bouncers try to make it hard for you to get in, even when you’ve got all the money to spend. Because its exclusive, you do all you can to get in and rub shoulders and be written about in the society page… How you cajole, bribe, and probably fight with the bouncers is the same way you should do all you can to get into Gods presence. (If you understand this analogy better…here’s a raised eyebrow for you. What in the word are you still going to clubs for?)

Likewise, the protocol of not knowing the right things to say in prayer is such an obstacle. Sometimes we may be clueless as to what to pray about, just like i had no idea what i wanted a meeting for, but don't let that put you off. Just start having an honest conversation... be sincere about your uncertainty of what to say, be sincere about how inadequate you feel, be sincere about how your day went and in confessing your sins. (after all God knows our heart, we may as well tell Him what we're thinking instead of trying to hide it from Him.) Give thanks, there's always something to be thankful about, fact that you're breathing is enough to be thankful. It helps a lot to be able to pray in the spirit. It breaks the ice of not knowing what to say, more like, how a mans tongue loosens up after he has thrown down a shot or two of whiskey. Sometimes, following formulas for prayer makes it more of a religious exercise, than a sincere conversation and relationship builder between you and your God, thus making it a tedious exercise.(Matthew 6:7 When you pray, don't babble on and on as people of other religions do. They think their prayers are answered only by repeating their words again and again.")
Prayer time is battle time, if you don’t press to be in His presence, you’ll keep postponing prayers, till you discover you no longer have a prayer life. You've got to be strong enough to fight through the selfish, self appointed protocols that stand between you and your prayer life. Use all the connection you can lay your hands on, the Holy Spirit and music... the right music finds a way of ushering you in unannounced, before the protocol can waylay you. I’ve noticed the moments I fight my way into prayer are one of the best prayer times ever. Not like every prayer time isn't special, but the ones that you pushed through to get to, seem to have all sorts of awesomeness attached to them.

 Start pressing!

Thursday, November 22, 2012

This and That...

Be real!!! Down to earth is great, but If you're going to come down to earth, then make sure you have a steady supply of anti-bacterial gels. There's loads of germ down under yo!

Perception!!! Double check when you think he/she's stooped to conquer. You never know when one has a need to ermm poo poo. Don't let desperation blur your vision of reason. Wise up or get played. Things aren't always as they seem. Well sometimes they are... Oh snap, life and it's complications :)

Irony!!! The smarter the technology, the dumber the people. It seems people loose common sense when they type into their smart phones. I have seen great men reduced to nothing by their gadgets or more like, gadgets exposing our ignorance?( i.e Nigerians and blackberry broadcasts)

Dream killers!!! No, not those friends that kick you out of your unrealistic dreams... Like when you keep insisting that you're sure you're some distant relative of Dangote, and he's been looking for your father, his favorite cousin for ages, to give half his kingdom to. Take it in good faith when you're hit on the head.
I mean those who wear the pessimistic crown, who never seem to be excited about every goal you score. Think arsenal finally winning a cup(yeah right) and their biggest fan showing no emotion and giving them a 'yimu'... Surround yourself with people who believe in your impossible dreams(not the dangote sort) That's being one step closer to achieving.

Priority!!! Put God first in all you do, and He'll be the perfect gentleman, opening doors for you to walk through. He wouldn't let you fumble with keys and pick on locks to enter the fullness of His kingdom. He's cool like that.

Due Process!!! Manufacturing of products have to go through the production line for a perfect finish. Each step has been thoroughly thought out, and if you're foolish enough to skip a process to save time, you'll get a flawed finish, and you'll have to go through the process all over again(wasting more time).
There's always a heavy price to pay when you skip the process. Instant gratification is not worth the price you pay. There's a greater glory in the end for those who are patient. Sometimes, when you stick with God, you loose the instant gratification of promotion, financial gain, early marriage etc. You go through the dungeon like Joseph, but in the end you wear the kings signet- ring. Are you waiting on God? Then wait!!! Yeah, easier said than done, I should know... But wait anyway.

Grey areas!!! You know the areas of life that aren't spelled out in black and white in the bible? Like smoking, drinking(the bible only warns about getting drunk, not drinking) Remember this when in doubt.
1 Corinthians 10:23 ' All things are legitimate [permissible--and we are free to do anything we please], but not all things are helpful (expedient, profitable, and wholesome). All things are legitimate, but not all things are constructive [to character] and edifying [to spiritual life].'

Got Jesus? Yeah I know you go to church. But what does your twitter timeline say about you? Things you tweet and retweet? Books you read? Is '50 shades of grey' next to your bible on your night stand?... Don't be a medium rare steak. Stay raw or well cooked. God loves a well done fine meal. Don't be spat out.

That's all folks.
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

Wednesday, November 21, 2012


One of the ugliest sounds technology ever produced is that of an ambulance. And the scariest nature has given, is the sound of a sob that spills over from the pain of the heart, not loud, just an unsteady rhythm of grief spilling out from deep within.
Sometimes we celebrate death. Like when I lost my granddad, it was a celebration of life, we danced, we tried to rejoice, but the truth is, we cried, our hearts were torn. It doesn’t matter that he lived a long life and he enjoyed love from his children and grandchildren, all it was to us was the fact that he was no more. So in the falseness of celebration, our hearts grieved.

I was at the requiem service of a family friend today. I wasn’t close to her, I didn’t know her well… but my goodness, the pain was real. All it takes to break your heart is the sight of the family trying to be strong, even when you know that they have no reason to stay strong, because really, she wasn’t as old as my granddad to use the cover of ‘celebration of life’… she had a full life ahead... You ask, where is the 'abundant life' Christ promised us in all these? She was planning a wedding, something most girls look forward to, hitting that mark and probably so excited about it… many things to make you wonder, and question.
I sat in the church I grew up in, sitting next to mum, looking at the box that held her once living body, balanced at the spot daddy’s coffin sat at some years ago. Sitting in the pew to my left were the parents of a friend whose corpse stood at the same spot last year and all I could think of was how this could have been me four years ago… It could have been me.

There are so many right words to give a grieving heart, right words that end up planted in the wrong season, thus you don’t have a fruitful harvest. How do you tell a mother who's lost a child that ‘she’ll be fine’ when all she can feel is pain no one can imagine? One that can't be compared to the 'mere' cramp the labor room threw at her. What do you say to brothers and sisters who just lost a sister? A part of them?
You can only pray for them and allow them grief, and after they have, you can say the right words… the words that many don’t understand, but is deeper and truer than we can ever imagine “It is well”, because truly, it is. 
You will laugh again, you would cry sometimes, you would have great memories, and you will be hit with such pain sometimes when you remember that you've lost something precious... In all that you will live, and you will heal and God's comfort will strengthen you, and you'll wake up one day, wondering how you survived those first weeks and say to yourself "it is well indeed' and you will find a place in your heart to be thankful. 
Of course you can't imagine being thankful for the loss... but you'll be thankful for the grace to move on, to survive, to smile again....

I’m thankful for my life and that of my family. I pray no one has to go through such a loss. If we are brought to a place of mourning, then it should be a grief that can be masked with a celebration of life theme. With long life will He satisfy every one of us and our families.
And to anyone reading this who's grieving, all I can say is, as hard as it is to understand why He let you go through this pain, God loves you so much and All will be well with you indeed.

Monday, November 19, 2012

The Attack...

I jumped out of bed when I heard my mum's voice on the phone. I knew it had to be something, who calls her at 2.30am? Sure enough it was my aunt on the phone panicking. There was shooting outside her gate. Gunmen exchanging fire with her security. She couldn’t get her husband who wasn’t home or the head of security. She was clueless as to what was happening as she spoke.
Now this was shocking to us. Both times we’ve had robbers storm our home, we’ve called her to send security. She’s our backup. Thus this was a strange turn of event, we relied on her security and now she was relying on us, and unfortunately the response squad numbers my mum had, went with her missing phone. We made frantic calls that night, to numbers that weren’t connecting. We were shaking in the dark, punching in numbers to make us feel good, all the while trying not to imagine the scene there. Then I remembered God!!! The fear took over my common sense, that I forgot to remember the most important person to call in such a situation. And I got confident; my heart beat less as I recalled that His angels were on guard and our prayers act as a covering over the family.
If you have a sensitive position your security has to be extra tight, because you will be a target. Even if no one attempts to act on their desires against you, you don’t take chances. My aunt and her husband took chances; they had security, but not as much as they should have had.
What was amazing was the fact that people would dare to attack them, knowing the security in place (or they probably had inside info that it wasn’t as tight as it should be). What was scary was that the available security could have easily been caught off guard, since no one expected an attack. Anyway, long story short, the gunmen were not able to gain access to the compound, aunt and her household were all safe.
I’m so thankful it’s not a different story we recorded. I see the bullet holes on the gate and I’m only thankful it was just that. The attack has only heightened their security, made them more vigilant. 
As long as you’re in Christ, you have a sensitive position because you are royalty, and you are a prime target, like it or not. Sometimes, we feel so secure in our homes, with our armed security keeping guard. Who would dare attempt an attack on us? But then when has security ever stopped the devil from trying? He would attempt breaking into our hearts and throwing every attack he can at us even when he knows angels are on guard to keep us from stumbling… (Be careful if you think you stand lest you fall.) Who knows when he might get lucky?
And almost lucky he got with me last week. I was so discouraged and depressed for a few days. I couldn’t believe it was me, with joy and peace and faith that i felt i had. But I allowed myself get attacked. I gave access to the dark mood that hovered around me, and oh my!!! What a battle it was. Like my aunt called mum just for comfort in that situation, as strong as we may feel we are, we need those we can call for backup prayer when we feel like our security Is being breached, it doesn't matter if you're a pastor or a bishop, you need people you can call to strengthen you sometimes. No man is an island. You never know… be prepared always. Thank God I had someone to talk to as I felt my spirit battle with every negativity that tried to break in.
This attack on my spirit, my joy and my peace has served in giving my spirit a shake. There I was giving encouragement in The Dress post, but feeling like a fraud, so beat out that I couldn’t even get the word for myself. The post was for you as much as it was for me, in fact, it was specifically for me. But I failed to see it as mine… I was slack in strengthening my faith and encouraging myself, I was tired and thus I got attacked. But thank God for God and His goodness and mercy and restoring power. This has only heightened my desperateness for God. Taught me that even though great alternatives dance in circle around me, I have no other choice but to trust Him. 
I also learned that, it’s not as easy as I assume it will be to just fold up this garment of His salvation and walk away because my spirit is weary and tired. That’s a joy to know that He’s not going to get rid of me that easily… Only His grace has kept me standing. I know a dozen other ways that would give me the best result and the best life as the world dictates as fast as I want it. But I choose to wait on God even when I feel He's taking His time.
The attempt to steal my joy and my peace and crumble my faith has only made me heighten my security. It's made me desperate for more and more, and it's given me a fresh inflow of God's Spirit. The words of this song says it all "He touched me, O what joy fills my soul… Something happened, and now I know. He touched me and made me whole..."

Thursday, November 15, 2012


****I wrote this about four years ago, it's been sitting in my draft folder... Don't judge me, I'm just a girl with a crave.
My body’s all shaky, the kind of shakes an addict gets when he’s got the itch for drugs. Yes I’m on drugs (well the prescribed sort of drugs :D) and it makes me shake and act all anxious sometimes.  The shake's worse than usual because right now, in addition to the effects of the drug, I’m shaking for boli. Like an addict, I cant stop thinking about that yellow piece of juicy heaven that was probably created with my name on it.
Hi, my name is Inyamu, and I am a plantain addict. I love it boiled, fried, mashed and balled up and yes roasted….
Yummmm!!! source
Haven’t tasted this bit of el’fq’dorado heaven in God knows how long… Can't figure out why when Adeyemo Alakija has got one or two boli spots, I have been denied this treasure..
A friend of mine/fellow blogger just returned from Abidjan, and all I can think of right now is to up and leave, stroll out of work, throw my jacket on my back and head out into the sunshine to Abidjan. She had so much fun, but nothing excites me more at the thought of Abidjan than her saying that boli lines it's streets. To me, that’s like a street paved with gold right now, my Midas touch, everywhere I turn and everything I see and touch would be boli, soft sweet hot boli.
Now I’ve hinted, help a sister out, if you live close to me(KA), work next to me (M) Would be sorry to see me go to rehab(kG) wouldn't want to sing at my lack of boli induced suicide funeral(O) Don’t want to blame yourself for my downfall cos you wrote about boli in Abidjan(Ada)... Then send some hot juicy boli to a sister like now, or tomorrow maybe? Sometime soon, probably? But not too late cos it might be too late. I’m suicidal people.
Oh and I’m not that cheap, throw in a cookie dough bluebunny ice cream with that….lol
It's real yo!!!… :D
I thought about breakfast as I prepared for the day and remembered the church declared a fast for that day. I was cool with it. I didn’t sigh in frustration at the thought of missing a meal. No big deal. That's till the devil made me pass through the kitchen on my way out… and what in the world!!! On the local grill was plantain, being transformed to boli. I squealed in delight, telling the help how happy I was, as i mentally made up my mind to wait for the boli before leaving home… Oh the delight on her face when she said in a sing song voice “aunty, fastingggggg” 
Oh dear, the sight of boli sent my memory strolling. I sighed and gave her a tight laugh, deep in my mind I wondered why she had to choose go to my church last Sunday of all Sundays… Why didn’t she go to her regular church? The universe was probably working to keep me in check for Wednesday fasting *sigh* With a heavy heart I stepped away from my throats idea of paradise.
If you don't hear from me in a while, you wouldn't be wrong in assuming I found my way to Abidjan already... It's four years over due.
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