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August 29, 2014


I have to apologise for staying away, there’s been so much happening. I will fill you in soon. How una dey? What’s popping?  The fear of ebola is the beginning of wisdom shey?........short of using sanitizer to clean food before we eat now.

I hope God doesn’t keep a church attendance register because I have marked absent more than present so far this year in church.  My church attendance needs a revamp......maybe I need to change parish or look for another church...any ideas? I presently attend Redeemed Christian Church of God.

The year 2014 is winding down small small, I need to go look at my 2014 to-do-list....there’s still so much to achieve....above all, my career change is dragging so long. I need liver to drop my resignation so I can move on.......God help me

I am contemplating texturising my natural hair , I have some hair styles I want to try out and I don’t want to wear a wig or install a weave......I am so confused on this ...some days I am a proud #teamnatural and some days , this natural hair can be a pain in the a*s....

Abeg, let me ask oh, which do you prefer a male help or female help. I had to stay home for some days recuperating and I noticed that my neighbour’s female help had male company daily.... Infact, I won’t be surprised if she’s doing “short time” during the day sef......As a good neighbour, am I supposed to tell her or keep quiet. But the girl greets me very well oh...

I remember the first time I heard my 20 year old brother was sexually active..kai, it was as though someone poured me ice water...sexually kini, Mama Sykik was convinced he was raped, seduced or anything but accepting the truth. Mama Sykik was in denial, she couldn’t fathom that her baby was doing the ‘do’, if you see as she warn the girl abi na woman sef (the lady is older than my brother and looks streetwise). I told her to open her eyes and better talk sex education with the boy if she and Papa Sykik never did ..better late than never.........because before they know it they will be grandparents or treating one disease or the other. I told her she better go learn how they talk sex education these days and not the “don’t let any man touch you story” she gave me back in the days.....children of these days don open eye.

Let me end with this song
He loves me I cannot say why
He loves me I cannot say why
On Calvary tree, He suffered for me
He loves me I cannot say why

-Author unknown.

I don’t think a post can be more random as this.

August 01, 2014


There’s this new craze for dieting among women, in my office, it’s a competition of who has the correct figure 8. I innocently hugged a female colleague some weeks ago, felt like she was in a strait jacket...don’t ask me how I know what a strait jacket feels like....her body felt like she was wearing iron cast round her body, she was so stiff, I couldn’t feel her skin...I guess that must have been body magic or body shapper......kai.......I quickly de-hugged her because I didn’t want to break my aint easy to be a woman. The desire to be seen as physically perfect has led to a lot of temporal or permanent body enhancements.

I am suspecting one babe in this my office oh, her name is Ekaette. Her ikebe looks too good to be true,the way her ikebe is positioned ehn, except she’s wearing bum pad it can’t be possible for ikebe to be that well rounded and be rotating the way it does........kilode....did God just concentrate on her ikebe alone during creation ni? That ikebe commands attention; you just can’t help but have your eyes follow the ikebe everywhere it goes. It’s a reflex action.  I don’t envy the men in my office at all, having to deal with this lady everyday is not a small something and that ikebe is a temptation you can’t help but fall for..... a case of the “the Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”. Any day, I chop liver; I will ask her if I can touch the ikebe.....for my sanity I need to know if it’s real and how it feels like. Do you think it will be soft? I am thinking it must be silicon or bum pad....... don’t judge me, yes I am jealous small........hahahaha

Chai...there’s God oh...I “haff” spoil finish.......hahaha.......see Sykik fantasizing about another woman’s ikebe..........I cover my eyes with the blood of Jesus...I cover my mind with the blood of Jesus. I bind and cast my eyes from following Ekaette’s ikebe again in Jesus name, Father, you said in your word that we should ask so we can receive,  Father God , please give me my own ikebe..... Amen.......

I really need to ask God why he didn’t deem it fit to give me ikebe, what I presently have cannot be called is as flat as a frying can’t tempt a blind man sef.... :) 

July 23, 2014


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#

July 01, 2014


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

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


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


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


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