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Stand in the Rain

This morning, I left the house later than I usually do – a few minutes past six am, but it was alright because I was going to join the staff bus which doesn’t leave till half past six. It has been raining for a few days now so the roads were flooded and the weather, chilly. I left the house prepared – in my rubber shoes and my durable umbrella. 
I thought I was only going to wait a few minutes, maximum of fifteen, I thought wrong. I watched people walk swiftly under the rain, some entering public buses en route their destinations, some got rides from individuals with private cars, some staff buses even. And here I was, standing in the rain. 

As I stood there waiting, wondering if the bus had left and I had been a few minutes too late, I started to grumble in my spirit. 

Where was this bus? What was keeping the driver? We were going to be late for work! I am standing in the rain!!! 

I called someone who I knew would know the whereabouts of the bus, he allayed my fears about the bus leaving me. They hadn’t left the bus park yet. They would be leaving soon. 

That kept me calm for a couple more minutes, but as the conductors of the public buses going my way kept calling passengers in, I started to get jittery all over again. Then I heard a still small voice in my spirit. 
You should learn a lesson from this, you know? 

Lesson? What lesson? 

About patience. About waiting on God. 

OK Holy Spirit, speak, I am listening. 

Good girl 😊

When God gives you a word or a promise, it stirs up an expectation in you. You start out with a cheerful heart – rejoicing, believing, ready to receive. Then He makes you wait for it, and you start to falter, you start to doubt in your heart. You ask yourself “Has He forgotten?” “Was I imagining things when He said He would do it? “.  Then He sends you a reminder through the Holy Spirit, that He hasn’t forgotten you, a mother can forget her suckling child, but not Him. It keeps you calm for a while. Then you get distracted by the voices around you- the people who look like they are doing better, the opportunities that will get you to the same destination but through a different route – and slowly you begin to lose focus. Well, DON’T. Fix your eyes on Him. He isn’t just interested in the destination, He is interested in your process and who you become. Though it tarry, wait for it, it shall surely come to pass. 

For those few minutes, I felt time stop. My heart was lifted and my eyes were opened. A few minutes later, a colleague at work passed and saw me standing. “Why are you standing here?”, she said, “We’ve been sitting inside that building.”. All the while I had been getting cold, and anxious, while there was a warm place for me to stay. 

Well, I am in the bus right now, it came eventually. Maybe later than I expected, but I think I am glad it did. 

Be assured and understand that the trial and proving of your faith bring out endurance and steadfastness and patience. But let endurance and steadfastness and patience have full play and do a thorough work, so that you may be [people] perfectly and fully developed [with no defects], lacking in nothing.

James 1:3‭-‬4 AMPC

My Dreams


You lie on your bed
Thinking, dreaming, imagining
The life you want to have
The things you want to do
The person you want to be.

Then a thought creeps in,
Disturbing your fantasy
Reminding you of your reality
Who your parents are
Where you are
What you have
Your weaknesses and your non-existent strengths.

Like a soap bubble that hits a wall
You snap out of the dreams
How will they ever be?
You are just ordinary.

You see that lady in the newspaper?
The one they are celebrating,
She used to wonder too, just like you.
You see that man that sounds so eloquent?
The one who stops a room when he walks in,
He didn’t know his dad and he moved towns a few times too many.

So you see my dear,
It’s not about your pedigree or your degree
It’s not about how much you have or how much you don’t have
It’s about who you are.
I know you are scared,
But don’t be.
I know you don’t want to tell
For fear of being laughed at
But you can tell me your dreams
I can make them come alive.

“They’re ridiculous! “, you say,
” Where will I even start from?”, you ask,
“Relax. “, I say,” I’ve got you. “.

” No matter where you are from, your dreams are valid. ” – Lupita Nyongo’o

Now to Him Who, by (in consequence of) the [action of His] power that is at work within us, is able to [carry out His purpose and] do superabundantly, far over and above all that we [dare] ask or think [infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, hopes, or dreams]–
Ephesians 3:20 AMP

Letter to Mama

Dear Mama,
It’s another mother’s day this year,
And you are still here.
You don’t know how good it feels to know that whenever I call, you are on the other side of the line,
Listening to me pour out my heart
Rejoicing with me when it’s good news
Comforting me when it’s otherwise.
You are my rock.

I guess it’s true what they say
That you can’t teach an old dog new tricks
Because I only ask one thing of you sometimes-
To be selfish and take care of yourself
But you never listen,
You always put the needs of others before yours.
You are selfless.

I know this is a past you want to put away forever
But seeing the alarming rate of unfortunate incidents, permit me to open up an old wound Mama.

I want to thank you for leaving him,
I know I was young then and it may seem like I didn’t know much,
But I am older and wiser now.
You could have stayed,
Stayed to make us look like a happy family,
Stayed so my friends and teachers wouldn’t ask me where my daddy was.
You could have listened to all of them when they told you to endure the beatings and be patient,
When they opened the Bible and showed you only scriptures of how to be submissive and what a good wife should be.
You took it all; the rejection from your family, the criticism from your church and the abuse from him.
You took it all for me.

But thank you for deciding you had had enough Mama, on that horrible day when he almost killed you and I tried to save you, and he almost killed me too.
Something in you snapped when you saw his hands around my neck,
Like you were the only one who he could do that to, you could take the beatings for both of us but you wouldn’t let him torture me too.
That day, you saved both our lives.

I know we had a rough start, a really rough one,
But look where we are today
Together, we grew stronger, we pulled through.
I still hear the gossips some times,
But they don’t know about us.

Thank you Mama
For being brave
Thank you for choosing me
Thank you Mama,
You are my hero.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Tell Me Something

I have some questions. Permit me to ask please.

How do you do it?
How do you live like it never happened?
Like those years of your life never were and this is a brand new you?
Years of sharing the events of your day with this special someone and you can live today like the person never existed
Even pencils leave marks no matter how hard you erase
So how do you forget so easily?
How does someone who was your everything become just another face on the street?
Do you forget the kisses?
The smell of their perfumes and the jokes you shared?
Do you walk away, shut the door and never ever fiddle with the key in your pocket?
How do you sleep so soundly
Knowing the one you once called “soul mate” is asking questions about what went wrong?
I used to think if a glass window got shattered because of a stone throw, we changed the glass
But these days, we move out of the house
Leaving behind the pictures on the walls and their old shoes
Leaving broken hearts behind
Selective amnesia is an easy diagnosis
And you expect them to be strong, to move on
But how do you want them to do that when moving on for them was a future with you?
Don’t you hurt also?
Like a tide from the ocean, you collapse the castles you were building together
And expect it all to be okay.

Tell me how you do it,
Tell me how you tell your heart to stop loving the one who taught it to love in the first place.

Church – Hunting

Since I moved to Lagos,  a lot of things have changed and I have had to make some lifestyle adjustments. One major one question I get asked all the time is what church I attend.
Now anyone who knows me knows how important church is to me, not just the attendance but the word and the family. I find that I am still really attached to my church back at home; I still listen to messages and running back home whenever I can.

Since I moved to Lagos, I have attended just a few churches – Ikoyi Baptist Church, Restoration Bible Church, Elevation Church, Kingsworld International,  Household of David and Noble House Christian Centre. Quite a few right? And I have been invited to many more,some I have turned down mainly because I still don’t know my way around and I don’t want to get lost. So why is it so hard to pick one? I really don’t know.

Has anyone else been caught in this church web when they moved to a new city? Please share your thoughts, it will make me feel better to know I am not the only one in this dilemma.

Your Little Girl

It’s been two years since they took her away
Even if the world isn’t counting, you are
Even if the world forgets, you don’t
They say it’s better for you to lose your child to death than for your child to go missing
The nightmares have reduced, though you still see her in the face of every teenage girl that walks past you
Normalcy has slowly returned back into your life, even though you don’t want it without her.

Then you hear about the video
It’s your neighbor that comes to inform you about it first,
You wonder what she is talking about
Then she shows you, it’s a video of the girls
You immediately see her face
You want to reach out and pull her out of the 5″screen
You want to remove those clothes of despair they’ve made her wear
But you can’t
Once again, you are reminded of how you failed to protect your little girl
A dagger has been put into the wound that refuses to heal and it hurts all over again.

Don’t lose hope.
Where there is life, there is hope
Someday soon she will be in your arms again
Be strong for her
Be strong.

#bringbackourgirls #chibokgirls #2yearson

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Things To Do In Lagos Traffic


Traffic congestion is one of the features of a major city, and Lagos being a metropolitan one doesn’t disappoint. In fact, it can be labeled the “Traffic capital” of Nigeria.
If you did a Vox populi and asked random people to list three words that described Lagos, I am certain “traffic” will be on a lot of people’s lips.
If you have ever been stuck in traffic, you will understand the essence of this post. Let’s get to it, shall we?
1. Devotion
I decided to try this during my morning rush to work. I usually don’t get to do a proper kick-off because I am trying to avoid traffic and get to work as early as possible. So rather than rush my prayer or Bible study, I do it on the bus ride. I listen to  messages while walking (don’t cross the road with earphones ó!) or in the bus.
So you can try this, tongue stroll(or rather drive) while driving to work or even on your way back home, listen to a message etc. Just use this extra time to connect to heaven.

2. Return those missed calls
You know those calls you missed because you were busy at some meeting, or those messages you didn’t get around replying? You could do all those whole waiting for the traffic to clear. Don’t forget to use your handsfree if you are driving though.

3. Plan
You can keep a notepad or planner or use your smartphone to take down notes and make plans while in traffic. It’s a great way to buy time when you feel like time is wasting.

4. Decorate your house
You can buy almost everything in Lagos Traffic. I once joked with my friend that if you got called for a job interview while in traffic, you could buy everything you needed for the interview in Lagos traffic – shirt, trousers, belt, tie, wristwatch, iron, extension box that works with your car etc. It’s amazing! The vendors sell wall stickers and even bath tub mats. It never ceases to amaze me.

5. Buy a book or a magazine
Get informed, get enlightened. You could buy a book, start reading it in traffic and finish it before getting to your destination. You know how time flies when you are reading a book because you are just immersed in this different world and instead of you being cranky from all the time that you have wasted.

I will stop here and let you guys add to this list. What else do you do in traffic? Tell us.

Lagos Has Changed Me


Lagos has changed me.

I never used to sleep without clothes on. Not even on the hottest nights. I had (yes, had) this theory of in case of incasity, always have something on.
Then I moved to Lagos, and I had to disprove my own theory because after a cold shower, the sweat comes back and power outage is more of a permanent situation.

Lagos has changed me.
I didn’t know a great meal of amala and abula was a luxury until I moved to Lagos. The seasoning in the soup is either to much or the soup is too cold or the amala isn’t as soft as I would like it to be. The ogufe too isn’t always as tender and definitely more pricey.
All I want is a steaming plate of amala, abula and ogufe.
But Lagos has taught me that’s asking for a bit too much.
I’ll have ewa agoyin instead.

Lagos has changed me.
I used to think what I experienced on my trips to UI from UCH was traffic, or the annoying experience on the way home to Akobo.
But Lagos has redefined traffic for me.
People drive cars without air-conditioning in Ibadan,and it’s not much of a bother;the superhero status in Lagos should have this as a qualifying factor.

Lagos has changed me.
I would never enter a bus that charged me 200 naira within the city  until I got to Lagos. That could take me round the city where I come from (OK, I’m exaggerating ). A cab of 500 naira was a decent fee until Lagos changed me. These days, I look away when a yellow taxi stops in front of me. No, thank you. I’ll rather walk.

Lagos has changed me.
They say you don’t know the value of what you have until you lose it. I agree, I never thought I would think of Ibadan as “cheap”. Prices that I was begged to pay for back home, I would jump at if offered in Lagos.
Like I have learnt to do and I am still learning day by day, I am renewing my mind- putting away the Ibadan mentality and embracing the hustle and bustle of Lagos.

Lagos Has Changed Me.
I haven’t blogged in a while, but here I am.
Maybe it’s a good change after all.

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