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July 23, 2014

#BringBackOurGirls#





Day 100

The Chibok girls are still missing.

I don’t know what it feels like to have a Child but I know what it feels like to want a Child. I may only imagine the pain of anyone having a Child and then poof.... one day, April 15, 2014, the child is not dead but missing.... absent from a place, and of unknown whereabouts, missing not because Prince charming came along, missing because a very ugly looking frog called Boko Haram came calling.

Let’s take a trip to Mama Faith’s house in Chibok .............Mama Faith, How are you? How’s Faith? ...............What in heaven’s name will be Mama Faith’s response....Faith no dey house, Faith is missing.

I admire the courage of the parents of the missing Chibok girls who met with the President of Nigeria, Goodluck Jonathan yesterday July 22, 2014 because if I was in their shoes, I will be biting, scratching and tearing at President Jonathans’ bowler hat.....habatically, 219 girls missing and 100 days after we are still speaking English. This is an ordeal that is best left off in dreamland, unfortunately this dream is real and 219 parents have been living it for 100 days.

There’s a Yoruba proverb which translates thus "My child is dead is better than my child is lost". How can any parent ever find closure, How can they move on with life, knowing that their Child is not dead but missing, they have to keep fanning the embers of hope, reliving the pain each day, waiting for a knock on their door, listening for footsteps of the good news bearer....I don’t think any pain can be worse than this and to imagine that you and I can only best imagine what 219 parents are going through. We can’t live their pain, we can only empathise, and we can also join them in hoping and praying that "this too shall pass"

Let’s pray
Dear God, the giver of Life
The God who owns the earth and all that is there in.
The father of the fatherless
The husband of the widow
The one who said “suffer not the little children to come to me”
We ask today that you have mercy on our country NIGERIA and its citizens
We acknowledge that our choices have led us to where we are today
We acknowledge our shortcomings; do not leave us to our own devices
We acknowledge that our strength has failed us
Father, our government is helpless, our military are helpless,
Our land is in turmoil and war is brewing in the horizon
We ask you the defender of the defenceless that you have mercy and
Please #BringBackOurGirls#
Amen

July 01, 2014

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS



HYMN WRITER: Jonathan Oatman, Jnr     

When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done

Refrain:
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God hath done!
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.


Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing as the days go by

Refrain

When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings money cannot buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high

Refrain

So, amid the conflict whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end

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let us take count of January – June 2014 and it will surprise us what God has done.



To God
The ancient of days
The ageless God
Who gave his Son to blot away our iniquities
The defender of the helpless
In our unfaithfulness, He has remained faithful
In our trials and downturn, he remained the rock of ages
The One who with the blast of his nostrils parted the red sea
The God who has never lost any battle
He has not allowed the enemy to gloat over us
He has kept us from the arrows that flies by day and the terror of the night
The balm of Gilead has kept the diseases of the Egyptians away from us
He has being our source and sustenance
He has filled our mouth with laughter and put our feet to dancing
He never left us to our own devices
Though we can’t see Him, we see his wondrous works in our lives
He alone is God

June 10, 2014

#MAMA SYKIK



Did I ever tell you the story of how mama Sykik ensured I was “untoastable” in my neighbourhood?

Mama Sykik has been on my case ehn, it haff  tayed.....there was this day when I was in my mid teens,  fresh out of  secondary school and I still never carry breast,  I was a late bloomer.  I had two tiny sprouts on my chest that I had to push forward well-well so they can be noticed.

Papa Sykik asked that I go to the local store down the road to buy bread. I dressed up, packed my tiny sprouts inside bra top and sashayed out of the house. I got to the store and met a male classmate (Tosin) who resides in that area. We got talking about  JAMB, our preferred tertiary institutions and our secondary school days....we must have chatted for about 20mins before I realised that my devoted parents will be wondering why I was gone for so long. I paid for the bread and said good bye to Tosin, jokingly he pulled me towards himself demanding for a good bye hug...I tried to use my corner eye to look around for any hint of Papa or Mama Sykik, before my corner eye could do a full 360°...I felt a heavy slap behind my back (the type the yorubas call abara).........who else it fit be nau...yours truly, Mama Sykik...only God knows where she came out from...I swear she has super powers.....I felt like the ground should open and swallow me....which kain embarrassment be this?

Mama Sykik (pulling my ears):  I said it, this girl you won’t kill me....no wonder you went to wear bra top, so you want to be “shooking” men with those tiny stumps you call breast abi

Sykik: yyyyyeeeeee, you gave me a fright, what have I done wrong nau...shebi its bread I came to buy (this is what the abara slap does to you, you begin to answer questions you where not asked)

Mama Sykik (ala-yoruba-woman-clapping-her-hands-in-wonderment-pose): Is it me that you are replying like that because of this small boy ....issokay....oya...alele.....forward march......... let us go home

Mama Sykik then faced Tosin, swinging her flip-flops across his face, she warned him never to come within 100 yards of me if he doesn’t want what happened in 1967 to happen to him ( *tongue-in-cheek* ) I couldn’t resist adding that line for effect. We got home and Mama Sykik started reeling off my sins to Papa Sykik ,.......... of how his daughter was just “sharing” hugs to all the guys on the streets, I was too angry to even defend myself......lol...Mama Sykik is a drama queen.... I just had my mouth wide open, I couldn’t even defend myself as she tried to describe the “compromising” position she caught me in.......

That incident made the guys stay away from me.