Sunday 24 February 2013
Friday 22 February 2013
I SHALL NOT DIE
Missed me???? Missed you too. I haven't gotten over my valentine activity yet. I don't know about you but my valentine went well. It was one of the bests I've ever had. Uhhhm, I may say a few things about it later.
So how have you been? To be honest, I have missed writing and more importantly, getting all the e-mails and mentions from you. Those commendations have been inspiring and really motivating. Thank God we are alive and that you can read this.
I want to use this opportunity to thank the Almighty God for how He saved my life. Yeah, I know that this is not a church service but there is nothing wrong in telling my friends of God's faithfulness in my life.
This may sound hilarious but its true and its worth testifying about. It had been a long week and I was happy that finally the weekend had come around. I wrote series of tests all through the week, did all manner of assignments, read all through the night for five consecutive days and finally, it was Friday, 5pm. I just couldn't contain my excitement. I had a mental picture of my weekend. I had planned to play football on Saturday morning, go to the hospital for check-up in the afternoon, take a nap in the early hours of the evening and read all through the night into Sunday. Yes, I still had to read because I am a student and I've got exams that won't write themselves.
So I bade my female classmates goodbye and I happily boarded the bus. To my greatest surprise the driver decided to turn on the air conditioner and I was even happier about it. I never knew it was a plot from the pit of Hell; (please don't get me wrong, the driver isn't a demon). We got on the road and we had to wait for the traffic light to turn green, so we were in a little traffic jam. Just when I decided to close my eyes, breathe in the cool air and relax, a good Nigerian on the bus with me felt pressed and decided to FART. It was a quiet one, not even a hum and the smell was unbearable. I wasn't close to any window and I didn't even want to open my mouth. I opened my eyes sha and I thoroughly scanned the faces of those sitting by my side. Trust the criminals, they all looked comfortable and relaxed, like they had oxygen masks on. I didn't also want to look like the guilty one because if only me could perceive it, or if I was the first to perceive it, I would probably be the first suspect.
The height of it was when another concerned Nigerian spoke up about the polluted air. He's breath was even worse. To be frank, I'd prefer to manage the 'mess' than breathe in a quarter of that guy's breath. In fact, his mouth odour was so terrible that the fart smelled like perfume. I didn't know when I unconsciously burst into tongues. I started remembering all of God's promises for me and how He wants me to live and grow old, and get married. In my heart, I knew my life couldn't end that way because, 'I shall not die but live...'. God touched the heart of the person by the window to open it and after ten minutes, we had a breathe of fresh air. Glory to God.
This testimony attests to the fact that God answers prayers. Feel free to call on Him anytime. And then, always remember to pray before boarding any bus.
As my conclusion, I pray for you today. I pray that any of the Devil's subtle tactics to take you down, be it by body odour, mouth odour, stale air odour, etc, God'll protect your nostrils and keep your lungs in the hollow of His hands. Can I hear an AMEN???
Peace!
So how have you been? To be honest, I have missed writing and more importantly, getting all the e-mails and mentions from you. Those commendations have been inspiring and really motivating. Thank God we are alive and that you can read this.
I want to use this opportunity to thank the Almighty God for how He saved my life. Yeah, I know that this is not a church service but there is nothing wrong in telling my friends of God's faithfulness in my life.
This may sound hilarious but its true and its worth testifying about. It had been a long week and I was happy that finally the weekend had come around. I wrote series of tests all through the week, did all manner of assignments, read all through the night for five consecutive days and finally, it was Friday, 5pm. I just couldn't contain my excitement. I had a mental picture of my weekend. I had planned to play football on Saturday morning, go to the hospital for check-up in the afternoon, take a nap in the early hours of the evening and read all through the night into Sunday. Yes, I still had to read because I am a student and I've got exams that won't write themselves.
So I bade my female classmates goodbye and I happily boarded the bus. To my greatest surprise the driver decided to turn on the air conditioner and I was even happier about it. I never knew it was a plot from the pit of Hell; (please don't get me wrong, the driver isn't a demon). We got on the road and we had to wait for the traffic light to turn green, so we were in a little traffic jam. Just when I decided to close my eyes, breathe in the cool air and relax, a good Nigerian on the bus with me felt pressed and decided to FART. It was a quiet one, not even a hum and the smell was unbearable. I wasn't close to any window and I didn't even want to open my mouth. I opened my eyes sha and I thoroughly scanned the faces of those sitting by my side. Trust the criminals, they all looked comfortable and relaxed, like they had oxygen masks on. I didn't also want to look like the guilty one because if only me could perceive it, or if I was the first to perceive it, I would probably be the first suspect.
The height of it was when another concerned Nigerian spoke up about the polluted air. He's breath was even worse. To be frank, I'd prefer to manage the 'mess' than breathe in a quarter of that guy's breath. In fact, his mouth odour was so terrible that the fart smelled like perfume. I didn't know when I unconsciously burst into tongues. I started remembering all of God's promises for me and how He wants me to live and grow old, and get married. In my heart, I knew my life couldn't end that way because, 'I shall not die but live...'. God touched the heart of the person by the window to open it and after ten minutes, we had a breathe of fresh air. Glory to God.
This testimony attests to the fact that God answers prayers. Feel free to call on Him anytime. And then, always remember to pray before boarding any bus.
As my conclusion, I pray for you today. I pray that any of the Devil's subtle tactics to take you down, be it by body odour, mouth odour, stale air odour, etc, God'll protect your nostrils and keep your lungs in the hollow of His hands. Can I hear an AMEN???
Peace!
Thursday 14 February 2013
BEAUTIFUL WORDS
It feels good to be complimented. Most people, except one lady I know, love to be complimented and in fact some may be really mad at you if you do not offer them any. The Yoruba people in Nigeria are a people who can give you all the money in their pockets when you say the right words to them. Many a time, I have had my wishes granted by my Yoruba superiors by saying the right words of praise or singing eulogies to them.
In the same manner, some words could be very hurtful. The presentation could be even worse. Sometime last week, I jokingly told a very pretty girl that her hairstyle didn't really fit her face. Don't get me wrong, I said it discreetly and like a good friend would. She said nothing but smiled at me and we went our ways afterwards. I never knew I had really annoyed the young woman and that I was going to be a victim of some tongue lashing. After about two days, I happened to notice that she was online on skype and I said hi as I normally would. It was war afterwards and I was the unfortunate victim.
The crux of the matter is that words are like bullets and so should be used wisely and with caution. We all should learn to aim and fire very well. Below are some suggested tips that may work.
>> Think well before you speak.
>> Think well before you reply.
>> Be more positive in your words to others.
>> Be generous with compliments.
>> When the truth is bitter, use some salt.
When time permits, I will go to her and apologize. I hope she reads this and she finds out that am sorry. Her name is Ayomide Martins and if you know her, please help me tell her that am sorry and yes, she is beautiful.
Peace!
In the same manner, some words could be very hurtful. The presentation could be even worse. Sometime last week, I jokingly told a very pretty girl that her hairstyle didn't really fit her face. Don't get me wrong, I said it discreetly and like a good friend would. She said nothing but smiled at me and we went our ways afterwards. I never knew I had really annoyed the young woman and that I was going to be a victim of some tongue lashing. After about two days, I happened to notice that she was online on skype and I said hi as I normally would. It was war afterwards and I was the unfortunate victim.
The crux of the matter is that words are like bullets and so should be used wisely and with caution. We all should learn to aim and fire very well. Below are some suggested tips that may work.
>> Think well before you speak.
>> Think well before you reply.
>> Be more positive in your words to others.
>> Be generous with compliments.
>> When the truth is bitter, use some salt.
When time permits, I will go to her and apologize. I hope she reads this and she finds out that am sorry. Her name is Ayomide Martins and if you know her, please help me tell her that am sorry and yes, she is beautiful.
Peace!
Wednesday 6 February 2013
AMEN
It’s been a while. I have had so much work on my table that
I have less than two hours to sleep, not to talk of blogging.
Lemme use this
opportunity to welcome you to the month of February for the year 2013. A lot of
us are so familiar with living and some of the little things of life that we
take them for granted. I do not have to remind you that somebody somewhere in
the world is mourning the death of a loved one as you read this. That you can read
this means you can still see with your eyes. I want to believe that you can
hear, speak and be heard as well. All these are the little things we tend to
overlook until we come into contact with a person who wishes they could enjoy
the same things. If you are reading this, then you are alive and I’m really
happy for you.
I pray that this month will be great for you and that you
have more reasons to smile. I also pray that you receive only good news and that
only good news will be spread about you and your loved ones. I pray that your
goals for this month be achieved and that you find rest.
Above all, I pray that your soul finds peace.
Happy new month.
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