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

Friday, June 27, 2014

iNyamu's Eldorado...

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I was reading through some of my very old blog posts, when I first arrived on these streets, those still up and those I reverted to draft. It was such a feeling of nostalgia. The comments and the playful banters, I’ve met truly awesome people from blogging.

Its 7yrs this month since I started eldorado, and about 4years since it experienced a ‘Take over’ and I’m glad I let God take the reins.

“Offer unto God what He has placed in your hand. “What is in your hand” means whatever is in your care or control. This could be money, possessions, influence, talents, abilities, and more. What you withhold and retain in your hand reveals what is in your heart. Child of God, release what you hold. Your Father is waiting to use what he has placed in your hands” Lisa Beverly.

Releasing my little corner to Him has turned it into something beyond me… more than myself. It’s more than the pleasure I get from holding a pen and punching words in anything that can take words in.
There are little pointers that show me how beyond me this is…
It’s in the mail from a young man in a South Asian Islamic nation… asking me about Jesus.
It’s in the person on the verge of suicide who drops a word after reading a post that brought them back to reality, purpose and hope.
It’s in the good will I get from total strangers, the mails that come in just at the right time, and the words of encouragement from people who see more than I can see sometimes.
It’s in the discovery of self and the new found confidence, not in what I wear, or how I look… not in the number of boys that want to hang in my corner or how I can take perfect selfies…  but a confidence in the love of God so real and true that He trust me enough to use me…
It’s in the book that’s been birthed from the core of me… yes; I’m in labor right now, expect the baby soon :) and so much more.
For these and more, I’m thankful, that my little corner, the thing that gives me joy to do, is something God see as worthy enough to use for His purpose.

For everyone reading this… Thank you!

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Shout With The Lowest Of Whispers...

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***In the spirit of Throwback thursday, I'm reposting this piece I wrote a couple of years ago, with a few nips and tucks. Nigeria is our home, It's time to let our voice speak for her.

No more sitting on the side talking When you no dey do nothing... Obiora Obiwon

The lies and greed of some of our leaders make it hard for us to hear,
But the human voice is different from other sounds.
It can be heard over the noise that buries everything else.
The noise of excessive bottles of champagne popping and the crushing of chicken bones with decayed teeth in parties, and the expensive automobiles cruising on our pothole infested roads, over the cries of sick children in inadequately equipped hospitals.

The human voice can be heard over the engines of private planes and locks of safes in Swiss banks...over an educational system that can only be described as a joke.
Over the gunshots of angry and trigger hungry lawless policemen.
Even when its not shouting, even if its just a whisper, even the lowest whisper of the human voice can be heard over the greed, the evil shrieks of rigged elections, the stinky belch of over fed corrupt leaders and the money launderers.
The voice that speaks when darkness overshadows the country, and generators pollute the environment, the voice that speaks after a long day on the farm, a long day in the market place...a long day hustling with nothing to show for it. That voice stands above everything else. It is the loudest even in its whisper.
The human voice can be heard above the sound of gunshots from terrorist, and the explosions that rock our nation and sucks out life from unsuspecting victims. It can be heard above the screams of innocent girls, grabbed by cowards into thick forests that barricade them from their hope and dreams of a better life. It can be heard above the hopelessness and despair that rocks our nation as we daily wonder, when it will all end.

Don't hide your voice, don't just talk trash about your country over bottles of beer and pepper soup, say something, anything, even the faintest of your whispers will be heard.... in that prayer for change for your country that comes out as a sigh to God just before you sleep
"if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land"


Be the voice that brings the change you want, pray… just do it, it certainly wouldn’t be ignored, it definitely beats just complaining... it says something.


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I got to watch the interpreter recently, this quote by the fictional president Edmund Zuwane moved me and I decided to edit it for my use in this post...

"The gunfire around us makes It hard to hear. But the human voice is different from other sounds. It can be heard over noises that bury everything else. Even when it is not shouting. Even If it is just a whisper. Even the lowest whisper can be heard over armies, when its telling the truth.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Between the Pigs and the Christ...


I walk into the dominion theatre, home of the ‘we will rock you‘ show… in the foyer, different people from different nationalities are being served glasses of bubbly sparkly wine in flutes, we drink and wait for the doors to open… the grape fruit taste great! O, no… It’s not champagne, but hey, it sparkles.

I get a seat nearer to the stage. Skinny jeans, long hair, rock stars… light, camera, action… the band plays, they rock. The man in front of me with tattoo laden arms raises his hands up in the air (not like he just don’t care) it’s all in surrender because he just does care… we are gathered together in no other name… Jesus!

The venue doesn’t make it a ‘heathen’ gathering, the man with the tattoo is not turned away, he’s raising his hands in worship. The men and ladies on the stage in skinny jeans are not judged, they are singing and stirring up an incense of worship so great, you feel the presence of God, it’s not how good the music is, or how well the guitarist is… its all about the name of Jesus being worshiped. Its about raising a resurgence in the Spirits of the people gathered… be revived, be renewed, rise again as Christ was raised, and live the life of fulfillment that Christ brought to you.

Its about the call of salvation and the number of people who surrender after each message to the name of Jesus, those who come eagerly to the place where they drop their strong will with open hearts for him to fill it in and take over… It’s about the raising of prayer request and the church praying as a family for different needs, it’s about the testimonies being read out.
If a spiked haired man comes into certain churches, or a skinny jean-wearing girl or guy… she/he will be judged out of the church.

It’s church in the wild! And the crazies are running in.

Now this scene will be frowned at and condemned by a good number of preachers and people. Forget the glaring fact that I mentioned people getting saved and Jesus being exalted. A lady in church wearing trousers? And she leads worship? What the critics see are the skinny jeans and tattoos on the stage. They don’t see the lives that are being changed, the drug dealers that are lured in only to be embraced in their tattoos and the love of God breaks their defenses.

‘They landed in the country of the Gadarenes and were met by two madmen, victims of demons, coming out of the cemetery. The men had terrorized the region for so long that no one considered it safe to walk down that stretch of road anymore. Seeing Jesus, the madmen screamed out, “What business do you have giving us a hard time? You’re the Son of God! You weren’t supposed to show up here yet!” Off in the distance a herd of pigs was browsing and rooting. The evil spirits begged Jesus, “If you kick us out of these men, let us live in the pigs.”
Jesus said, “Go ahead, but get out of here!” Crazed, the pigs stampeded over a cliff into the sea and drowned. Scared to death, the swineherds bolted. They told everyone back in town what had happened to the madmen and the pigs. Those who heard about it were angry about the drowned pigs. A mob formed and demanded that Jesus get out and not come back’. Mttw 8:28-34(MSG)

Jesus delivered a man from such torment, and all the people were concerned about were the pigs. Same way He healed on the Sabbath day and all the people were concerned about was the Sabbath day. We’re so blinded by picking out faults that we refuse to see the glory, and the name of Jesus being lifted. Sometimes half of the message of some preachers/people is about ridiculing the other denominations and how the other person does church. We’re all so worried about the pigs; we’re not looking at the glory that came before the pigs drowned.
I believe there are a group of people the deeper life ministry were called to reach that no other denomination would get to, as with mountain of fire and the word of faith ministries.


So what if a pastor has Jerry curls? Is the true gospel being preached? Are lives changed? Are the sick healed?
I’m not one to shun a church invite because it isn’t my church… If my Spirit agrees with me, I go and I have a great time. I’ve attended churches where I don’t hundred percent agree with some rules… but I don’t let the drowned pigs distract me from Jesus and the wonders of His name in that church.
The fact that you don’t like the lifestyle of some preachers isn’t a reason to stop doing church all together. The fact that you think some preachers are extravagant is not reason enough to stop paying your tithes.
Don’t being so concerned and angry about the pigs that you drive Jesus out/write off some ministries or stop going to church or stop practicing some biblical principles. Let the pigs drown, having Christ in your midst is worth more than the lost pigs that get you angry.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

When the Gucci Drops and The Wigs Come off... Who's Got You?


I witnessed an accident in Lekki phase one some months ago; well I drove past about five minutes after it happened. It was a Power bike accident. I was rushing to the pharmacy close to the house to pick something I needed for my trip and then to my friend’s office to check-in for my flight that evening as the Internet in the house was giving issues.

I saw the bike squashed up and bringing out smoke, and I saw the biker, passers-by had carried him away from the road and placed him on the sidewalk. I was almost being judgmental about how young people were reckless with their bikes when I noticed the victim had a head full of grey hair and was fully decked in his protective gear.

I could take all this in because there was a mini traffic; cars ahead of me had slowed down to look before driving off, like a drive by reality show. I took it all in as my heartbeat increased, and a feeling of sadness washed over me, but did I stop? No I didn’t. There was a crowd of people gathering to help; I drove past like the cars ahead of me, and the one coming behind. I had a lot on my mind, and I didn’t think there was anything I could do. Few cars stopped though, on the other side of the road and the occupants came down to help.

I know I was really sad, because after I had done my last minute running around and rushed home to get ready to leave for the airport, even though the accident scene had cleared up when I drove back home, I was still a little shaken as I told my sister what happened.

I got to hear that the rider died about a week after the accident. Apparently, he was a well-known person. I felt sad, especially after I saw his funeral pictures online.

I knew I couldn’t do anything… but shouldn’t I have stopped?

Anyway, I brought this incident up because I was thinking about it again months after it happened and it hit me… The people you would usually drive past and not acknowledge are the ones who’ve got you when you’re down. The ‘ordinary’ people in Lekki who walk and sell petty markets while we drive by in big cars are the ones who’ve got you when you’re down. They will drop everything, leave their little shops and frustration at walking under the sun, they would divert from their walk to the bus stop or wherever they’re going to, to help. They were the ones who pulled the victim out of the road to the sidewalk, they were the ones who tried their best before a few cars from the steady flow of cars stopped and a medical team arrived.

I would probably be admitted into restaurants and places the man on the curb would dine at without second thoughts and this other people would not be, I would be accepted in circles he moved in, seeing as I know a few people who knew him, circles the men I saw standing around him would not be admitted into. But I did not stop, they stopped.

The people you socialize with and give air kisses to, the ones you invite to your parties and have wonderful photo ops for instagram are not the ones who will show up for you most of the time… From the crowd of social class and guest lists and even church brethren, you’ll only find a handful or less who’ll be willing to drop their baggage to feed you life when you’re at your last breathe of hope.

It’s the ones who don’t get into your parties, the ones who don’t rub shoulders with you, the ones who you judge for not coming to your church, the ones who you’ll be embarrassed to be seen with; especially not on instagram are the ones who’ll drop it all for you. They would selflessly pause at the little they have to feed you life when the chips are down. They would hold out on catching their bus for you, while those you call comrades can’t spare a minute because they’ve got a flight to catch.

When the wigs come off, and the lips are bare, when the Gucci drops and the heels are cracked, who’ll be willing to stand by you? Lately, I’ve experienced the blessings of those in the outer circle showing me love so warm, so sincere, so humbling, so much more than those I expect to show more than an inch of love and care. Don’t look down on anyone; you never know who’s got you when the chips are down.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Oceans...


‘Oceans(Where feet may fail)’ from the Hillsong album Zion is my song of the moment. I've played it on repeat daily in the last couple of days. There's such a huge comfort and trust that comes trailing after every word that is sung and even the sound of the instruments... and it's not about how beautiful Taya Smith's voice is... It's about how beautiful the Savior she sings about is.

There’s something about trust. We trust humans and they fail us even with the simplest things and so we kind of hold back when it comes to trusting and we put that attitude up with God, because, we’re not so sure, maybe He would fail us too. I want to get to that place of absolute trust… believing God is leading me somewhere beyond my dreams. I want to keep my eyes on Him as I go with His leading, not doubting, but drawing strength from His presence and His faithfulness… I know He’s doing something with me right now, I don’t understand it all, especially when they don't happen the way I envisioned them to. Thus in my own understanding, I tend to freeze and let the questions rise up within me sometimes, even if it's for a split second, the questions rise.

It takes a constant reminder to myself to stop and let God have His way, to trust in the Lord with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding. (Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don’t try to figure out everything on your own. Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; he’s the one who will keep you on track. Don’t assume that you know it all. Proverbs 3:5-7(the msg))
My understanding is limited, His wisdom is limitless, and the best thing I can do is rest in His wisdom.

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior



I pray the song speaks to you as much as it's spoken to me!

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Chill, Relax, Explore...


(I’m being stereotypical with this post; I know not every Nigerian is like this)

Nigerians are such a delight. Take a Nigerian on vacation anywhere in the world and all they’ll come back with is extra luggage and pictures, loads of pictures… all taken at the mall. Right in front of Zara, or a high-end designer store photo op depending on whom they want to impress. All the fun in a trip begins and ends in the mall, which isn’t really fun, because you should see me in a mall, I look frustrated and worn out and I just want the day to be over.

Some of us spend so much time collecting and not enough time enjoying and living.
We meet at the airport; we all have our memories of what we did during that holiday. There’s no denying that we were there, but did we make the most of it?
Its amazing that even those who travel first class don’t give themselves up to enjoy the beautiful lounge set up for them, instead, they’re still hauling around duty free, shopping shopping till their last pence is spent. (I guess this applies more to Nigerians living in Nigeria)

You shopped all day and ate fast food at McDonald and KFC in the mall or you shopped some, went sight seeing, enjoyed the local cuisine, took pictures at landmarks… enjoyed the hotel’s amenities.
I’m not so bad when it comes to exploring places, and I’m not so good either. I think I’m stuck in the middle. I plan on changing… soon. Someday I would see the Buckingham palace and stake my claim(Hello Harry), I would go to a real pub and have a meal, I would go to the zoo, and make faces at Madame Tussauds as I pose beside whatever wax figure holds my interest. Someday I would soak in the country I visit and not just spend all of myself buying and buying!

This reminds me of the story of Martha and Mary. Sometimes we have to stop and just enjoy Jesus, rest in Him, explore Him, just you and Him…. The entire running around, the activity, the committees and the meetings don’t make you a model Christian, you may be serving God but are you really enjoying Him? We’ll all meet at the airport at the end of our lives, many would have come away filled with more knowledge of the King and others just come off tired and barely coming through with all the baggage of works!

You can tour a city and still leave with enough shopping, because as you tour and explore, you find hidden gems of shops where you can buy unique items, most at a discount… what your mall raiders wouldn’t find, unique items that make you stand out. Sitting at Jesus feet opens you up to more treasures (in service et co) than you can ever imagine or gain from all the ‘works’ mentality.
As Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. But Martha was distracted by the big dinner she was preparing. She came to Jesus and said, “Lord, doesn’t it seem unfair to you that my sister just sits here while I do all the work? Tell her to come and help me.”
But the Lord said to her, “My dear Martha, you are worried and upset over all these details! There is only one thing worth being concerned about. Mary has discovered it, and it will not be taken away from her.”  Luke 10:38- 42(NLT)

Our stepping into Christianity is a journey! You can rest in it and soak up all you can from the feet of Jesus, dining with Him as friends, or you can run around doing this and that all day, every day with barely enough time to explore and enjoy the fullness of this new life… it’s up to you.

I’m currently reading a book by Bob George titled ‘Classic Christianity’ and this is what he has to say about the Christian life… “The Christian life is starting with Christ, then spending the rest of eternity discovering more and more of what we already have in Him, more and more of the wonders of this person in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge” 


It’s less about works. Service is important, but our discovering Christ for ourselves, and exploring all the facets of Him is more important.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Two Become One & A Little Hype...


There are friends, and then there are friends. I’ve known Josh since I was a kid... the days of super Nintendo and cassette tapes. He’s one of the nicest persons I know. A friend, who’s been more like a brother. We don’t see as often as we should, but whenever we do, my Spirit is always lifted, because I can talk about anything and leave filled, and inspired, with new insights to how awesome God is.
He’s been dating Feyi for some years, and while I haven’t got to know her as I should, I know she’s one of the sweetest girls and God’s the center of this union, Josh couldn’t have hoped for better. She’s so blessed to have him, as I’m sure he’s blessed to have her, whoever finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from God.

I think there’s some kind of jinx in the air that makes me unavoidably absent from the weddings of my closet friends. I can’t make Josh’s wedding and I’m sad, I’ve looked forward to this day for a while now. If I had come into my trust fund I would easily get on my private jet and fly to Lagos for the wedding and be back in London same day… daydreams do come true.

Here’s my prayer for this beautiful couple… That grace overflows in their life, that Christ the foundation of their union will hold them together in love all their days. That all the pain they’ve been through together will be covered in beauty and joy and laughter… More grace, more love, more joy, peace and favor to the overflow.

                

Did I mention Josh is a minister of the Gospel? A hip hop artist!
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(I’m in love with hip hop… I can neither sing or rap, it’s a good thing I’ve got friends who can sing and rap right? Feels like a little compensation for my inability to serenade.)
His stage name is N.U.T.T.Y Josh. The acronym N.U.T.T.Y. stands for New Unit Truly and Thoroughly Yielded in Christ)
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His debut album ‘Yield’, was released in 2010 amidst rave reviews. He’s spent the time after that meeting the demands to minister to youths in churches and campuses around the country. He’s been a part of the campus-focused Redefinition tour which features gospel acts like B.O.U.Q.U.I., Kore, Rooftop MCs, Nikki Laoye, Midnight Crew and Eben.

NUTTY Josh was nominated in the National Gospel Awards in the category of best rap artist along side nominees like bouqui, ambassage, deleke and dmsquared and emerged winner of the best artist title.

Recently Nutty Josh teamed up with bouqui and a few others in hosting some of the big names in gospel hip hop Da T.R.U.T.H, AMBASSADOR, JAHAZIEL and SEAN SIMMONDS, all artistes of the U.S based record label XIST MUSIC in concerts in Lagos, Abuja, Jos and Port Harcourt.


Here’s his first video Never let you go by N.U.T.T.Y. Josh ft Henri Soul...


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