Few Lessons From 2019

The year 2019 has been so far an amazing year for me and my family, in this year I have had tremendous growth on the spirit than any other year.

I’ve come to understand that my faith though small must have depth to create the impact God wants for my generation.

I’ve Come to understand that his ways are indeed not my ways and I must trust that he has my best interest at heart.

I’ve come to understand that we breakthrough via prayers and a consistent intimacy with our Creator. “Koinonia”

I’ve come to realize that God is never too late 😉.No matter how long you’ve waited, he’s always right on time for his own. Yeah the waiting period isn’t always sweet but putting up the right attitude while waiting is very important because Bro
James said patience when it’s done with us can make us perfect…Hahaha 😂I was in that school for awhile, boy is the curriculum fun? 😒 No It wasn’t and it isn’t but we’ve got to keep on to get a tangible result.

I’ve come to understand Words are cheap, Action sets the vehicle in motion… people really remember you for how you acted towards them, what you said to them, how you handled situations and not just by what you said to them…

I’ve come to understand that true friendship indeed exist 🤗🤗. Trust me, I does… Just keep praying and believing God, he’ll bring one your way but I just hope you’ll be open enough to let them in .

I’ve always known that God answers prayers but, in this year I’ve been the object of his love 😍😍and the answers were right on time.

I have a lot to say buh I’ll stop here for got to go back to bed, have a busy day tomorrow.

©Right_doak2019

TEARS OF A MISSIONARY SERIES #3

TALES FROM THE HUNGRY

After several attempts to silence I The Missionary and Brother Mark, my convert from the prison from preaching the Gospel, we were banished to Sagamos. A land that of dearth.
I am a missionary to this Part of humanity.
Brother Mark my beloved in Bonds, a fellow labourer, saw his loved ones, and bade them farewell into the mission.
While on our trip there in the black van, he told me ” Joey, my loved ones are not those at home, but those sin Stricken hungry men and women”
I gave him a pat on the back and boom, we were at our drop spot. We were rolled out and abandoned with Just a loaf bread and a bottle of water.
After walking for some good distance, we arrived at a settlement called THE FORGOTTEN.

As we passed by we saw little children trying to eat Ants, and the older men struggling too, I was perplexed, their women were in shambles and very thin or obessed, the pregnant women were a hell of a sight, spittle bathed the pregnant, the odour was offensive, some women were eating dead leaves .
Then I knew, I was broken, Mark was already broken, He fell on his knees as we reached an open area and began intense wailings and groanings.
The villagers began drawing near, you could feel the stench and warm atmosphere drawing closer and closer, and you could tell, they were in thier numbers.
As they drew nearer in bewilderment, a mother heavily pregnant, but with lack of food, I could see her ribcage and could count her ribs even from a distant fell right some distance in front of me, oh! The thud with which she fell made my heart ache in the physical. I and Mark ran to her, offered her water and bread, and oh! She came back to life. The crowd of starving people where on thier knees watching keenly. Then she spoke up, “we are a people forgotten by the rest of the world, we were abandoned to die here since the war of Jafta began, weve stayed here and now there is famine here, the water channels are dried, and all the plants are dead, we feed on the anthill. And now the ants are almost extinct, the hill will soon be empty, please sire can you help Us?

We were only with a loaf of bread and a bottle of water,. How do I help over 70 souls?
Mark jumped up and prayed on the bread, and we began sharing, …wow Miracle, Jesus proved to be Jehovah Jireh…. there are many hungry people out there, abandoned by the world and afflicted by Satan , you can use your money, talent, and time to serve God.
By the roadside , there are hungry fellas, for the GOSPEL and for the real physical food,

Souls are dying
Men are crying
Won’t you bring them to the Lord
Go and find them
WIN THE LOST AT ANY COST

Joshua Tom©

TALES FROM THE GHETTOS..

# SERIES  1

I stepped out of the rickety van that drove me to Watanga. After highlighting, I stood still as time flew past by me. I could hear the flaps of it’s wings as it flew by. Then I decided to move as I heard the van zoom off into the streets. I am a missionary to this part of humanity.
As I walked the streets, I felt the death and warmth of a stenchy atmosphere. The buildings we’re closely arranged in a way no car could enter in except for the major streets.
Trying to locate a room where I can stay for the duration of my work, when I heard screams from a nearby wall. Startled, I decided to brave in and have a sight, and as a missionary render help. But as I approached, I heard gunshots and a loud scream then a silence…
Wow! I stopped on my tracks and felt a great burden drop on my heart.. then MY LOVER whispered “beloved you have to be fast, A soul has just been lost”.
With sadness, grief and sheer heaviness. I turned to leave but was interrupted by the heavy puffs of marijuana projected towards me, which made me cough out dryly. There stood a young boy with a red eye, and a big brown wrapped up marijuana in his mouth staring at me. Oh! I saw the plea in his eyes, Joshua Warren, a 9 year old was in addiction.
My bags dropped, I couldn’t contain myself.
I began sobbing in front of this boy. Just as I was about to speak to the boy, I heard a feminine voice “sorra mista, pleash who you?”
A brown toothed mother to Joshua spoke up.
“I’m Joshua Tommy, I came in some few hours ago, I wanted a place to stay for some days”.
I spoke amidst the tears in my eyes. “Ok, how much you pay?” She queried, “$300.” I replied.
“Follow me”…..she barked at me.
As we walked along , we arrived at a place called THE CHURCH OF HELL. An artistic decoration on the title showed pastors in sensual affairs with little girls. I was perplexed. As we moved in, passing through a corridor, oh God! Girls of about 9,10,11,-18 years were offering themselves to clergies, etc for gruesome sex. I almost fainted on the sights.
What a world.
But I pictured a girl by the Corner of a room, all alone and Dejected, then I knew……….
I knew I had work to do, I knew, the whole body of Christ must rise up and save the lost.
“Hey! Mista, here’s your dunghole”.. Susa, Joshua Warrens mother yelled out. Startled, I cleared my throat and offered gratitude. She disappeared into the next room. “BELOVED, Go down and speak to that soul by the wall” the LOVER OF SOULS prompted.
Immediately, I rose up, picked up a blue Rose I hid in my bag, with my Bible, I headed straight down to meet the girl I saw sitting by the wall.
“Hey pretty, good afternoon” she jerked in fright and I saw pain oh! Horrible pain, dark pain, anguish, oh! I saw her lost in her own world, she was already feeling the heat of damnation, she was consumed by grief, despair, destitution, this girl was dying slowly, she was on her way to HELL.
Then the HOLYSPIRIT wept, I could feel him weep, one drop of tears dropped on my heart, and oh! I felt the pain, I felt the heat of the his Love, I felt his desperation. Amidst the tears THE LOVER OF SOULS SAID “This is the one I created in my own image, in my likeness, oh! Joshua tell her about me, I want to embrace her”
In His words I talked to her about Jesus, and in a giffy, the room was filled with similar looking girls , including Susa and Joshua. All were on thier faces in tears, As the HOLYSPIRIT took over.
As we finished, Joy sprang up in thier heart as they began to sing for Joy……
But I the missionary, my heart and mind, we’re weeping, why?….you may ask,
Not for Joy, but for pity FOR THE CHURCH.
THEN THE SPIRIT SAID,
(composed song)
©Joshua Tom
There is a people, a group by the wall
A girl, a boy, a woman with no hope at all
There’s a family bowed in pains
Oh bound by the devil’s chains.
There’s darkness in a neighborhood
Heavy tears, wails, screams and none to soothe
There’s a dying boy, lost in sin
Would you go and rescue the ones I Love?
# slavewiththebeautifulfeet .
Dear Reader . Rise up
Souls are dying,
Men are crying
Won’t you lead them to the cross,
Do not allow this song to stand against you on the LAST DAY
Joshua Tom©.

The unknown yoke EPISODE 5

I watched as her lips danced on…
The short, curly strands of hair at the
sides of her face looked beautiful as
thin streams of sweat cascaded down
her face.
“These are incisions” she said, softly
and I smiled
“As if I knew” I said in my heart
I held her back and patted her.
“It’s going to be alright my dear sister.
It takes the revelation of the problem to
proffer solutions to it. Since God has
shown us what it is, then we already
know the battle we are fighting” I
explained.
I had been a victim of incisions and I
knew just how to face it.
It’s nothing but through God’s divine
power.
Before I gave my life to Jesus, I had a
disease called epilepsy and this had
really caused me many valuables plus
disgrace in the public place.
I remembered when I was still at the
college when a guy who had been a
very close friend proposed to me
jokingly and while we smiled over it, he
had pushed me with the tip of a finger
and the disgrace came again!
I started gasping
I fell to the ground with a thud!
I started foaming
Because of this experience, Amos, my
very good friend deserted me.
I lost my family, I lost Amos my bosom
friend, I was really being stigmatized
and I was almost giving up.
Then, one day, my mother called me
suddenly, asked me to get into her
‘cabu-cabu’ car and off she drove me to
one mud house in her village.

I thought it was a joke until I was given
something greenish to drink and before
I knew it, I was asleep.
By the time I woke up, it was so brutal,
what had happened to me.
My long, dark hair was gone- my head
was scraped clean!
My hands peppered from the cuts of
incisions- 21 on my right hand, 21 on
the left hand, 14 on my forehead, and
14 behind my neck.
I couldn’t weep that day as I felt the
frustration that my mum felt that could
have made her do such to me.
She apologized as she wept that she just
had to save me from the disease that
ravaged me then.
And it worked!
…or it looked like it worked!
Until five months later when the
problem returned with full force.
If the ailment lasted for 22 hours before
the ‘traditional operation’ was carried
on me, it increased to about 50 hours.
That was when I realized that it is only
when God gives gift to a man that he
adds no sorrow to it.
The devil gives you a single thing then
he takes about an hundred things from
you in return!
I met Jesus when I attended a crusade
and I gave my life to Jesus.
“Mrs. Olowo, I can relate to what you
are going through as well. Check my
body well and you would see quite a
number of incisions in there.” I started
Her eyes widened
“Really! Even doctors believe in
traditional powers?” she asked so
surprised
I smiled
“Well, I got the incisions before I gave
my life to Jesus and I really did regret
it” I said, surveying her face for her
reaction
“You regret it? Isn’t it supposed to be
the reason why you are still hale and
hearty? Isn’t it why your work is going
on well with no issue?” she spoke on
naively, looking at me as if I was the
weird one
“But what about you? Are the incisions
working for you? If they are, why are
you finding it difficult to do certain
things? Why?” I asked and her
enthusiasm died a bit
“Well…” she said and observed a very
long pause
“The truth is this my dear sister, the
devil gives no man anything good” I
said firmly and she shook her head
“Of course I know. But I am alive only
because I am well secured and safe
through the powers imputed in me. If
not for the incisions and all, my case
would have been a no no!” She
explained, so sure of her conviction.
I shook my head
Oh what blindness!
“So, what of Jesus? Where is the power
he promised? Is he not able to save or
deliver? Is that what you are saying?
That Jesus is powerless?” I bombarded
her with the seemingly millions of
questions
She gripped my arm suddenly and
squeezed it
“I didn’t say that” she said
“So, what were you saying? Explain in
clear terms” I so hated it when my Lord
and Savior is being underrated by
anyone because He had so done
marvelous things for me.
“You had incisions too. Why?” she
asked, pouting her mouth in argument
I cleared my throat
I was ready to fight this to the end
God’s name must be glorified
“It was because of Epilepsy”
She smiled
“And it did stop after the traditional
intervention, didn’t it?” she smiled as if
she had won the case.
I was interested in the point she was
driving at so, I nodded
“Oh yes, it did stop!” I said and she
smiled widely, clapping her hands
together
“God isn’t as strict as we have painted
him to be. In fact, the Bible says,
heaven helps those who help
themselves…”
Misquote of the scriptures, oh God!

“My doctor, God seems slow sometimes.
Where you expect him to act, he
wouldn’t act but when you do not
expect him to act, that’s when he would
act. So, we have to consult the gods
while still worshipping God because
they are just like messengers to him”
she killed it all.
My heart burnt within me.
We had fed this woman with these
gibberish she had been vomiting oh
God!
God, your daughter needs real
refurbishing!
“Mrs. Olowo, I beg your pardon but
your perspective about God is so wrong!
One, no Bible says heaven helps those
who help themselves, it had just been
adopted for use by many people trying
to avert the right spiritual course they
are supposed to take. Two, God isn’t
slow! Mrs. Olowo, He is merciful! He
loves! He cares! He might appear slow
but no, God’s time isn’t Ours’ and His’
is always the best time. If you trust him
wholly, forget sister, He is never too
late!”
I just couldn’t say much.
My heart panted so hard.
“So, how did he not save you when you
fell into your fits of epilepsy?
Why was it that some incisions on parts
of your body, done in the names of the
gods healed you? Why?”
“I didn’t complete the statement the
other time ma’am. The epilepsy stopped
when I was taken to the traditionalist
but it didn’t last! The devil never gives
something that would last! The problem
I had was epilepsy and by the time in
came back after about 3 months later, it
added real convulsion, rheumatism,
blood vomiting and many more” I
explained and she looked disgusted
“God of mercy!” she exclaimed, holding
her chest firmly.
I was happy that that one hit her with a
bang.
“But it took just a touch of His garment,
the touch of faith and Jesus took them
all away”
“Hmmm…but what happened to the
incisions on your body?” she asked and
I smiled as I relived it all.
After Jesus had healed me and I had
become born again, I started having
series of dreams, different masquerades
pursuing me in the dream, different
masked guys sleeping with me in turns;
I saw myself carrying white calabash on
my head and my body covered in
white!
It was a scary thing!
I did wake up every day then with a
start, panting, sweating and very
scared.
I was so confused
Was this how it would feel at first after
giving one’s life to Jesus?
“After months of tormenting dreams, I
spoke out to my pastor who quickly sent
for two deliverance ministers after
listening to my story. They set to pray
for me and see me vomiting different
substances. The greenish thing I was
made to drink at that time, I vomited
too, a ring was vomited too and it was
really a tug of war as everything done
against me through those incisions were
nullified and destroyed.”
“So, there are specially meaning
attached to incisions?” she asked and I
nodded
“You are right ma’am”
She gasped
“Do I also need deliverance?” she asked
“Yes you definitely need one. But you
definitely need a man of God who has
really been called of God because if a
fake one lays his hand on you, it’s as
good as proclaiming death sentence on
you.” I said and she nodded
“Would you get me a pastor?”
“Yes. I would bring him tomorrow”
“That would be so nice of you.”
“You are welcome”
“Thank you for talking to me like this o.
I am so grateful”
I smiled as I looked into her face.
I was supposed to have peace that her
victory was near but no!
I felt as if I had not been able to even
get to the root of the problem.
What else is the issue oh Lord?
I held her hand to pray with her and an
electric current surged through my
veins.
She smiled at me
…and I reciprocated in a very weird
way ever!
“I will see you later. Let me go and
attend to the other patients”

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♡ Right_poc

THE UNKNOWN YOKE-EPISODE-4

I felt nauseous immediately I smelt the
fresh fish Adejare said I should help
him to prepare some fish sauce.
I felt reluctant to prepare it but who
else would have done it? Taiwo and
Kehinde wouldn’t be able to make it
well.
It had been four weeks now that I
realized I was pregnant and it was this
week that he came back home from
Abuja after such a long time.
As I filleted the fish and introduced
them into the sauce on fish, the scarf I
had used to cover my mouth couldn’t
suffice as the smell gushed into my
nose.
I ran to the toilet and started vomiting
into the pit latrine!
“Are you pregnant?” I heard that voice
so clear and sound
Adejare!
How did he know?
Was he following me?
I had taken measures to ensure that I
wouldn’t be loud and it amazed me how
he knew.
My hair on my body stood up straight
“Are you pregnant, I ask!” he thundered
again
I cleaned my mouth with the end of my
wrapper and looked at him
“Yes” I said silently
He laughed devilishly as he came close
to me.
He felt my neck and I was shocked.
I had expected something more violent
“You are pregnant” he said calmly and I
nodded
“You are mad!” he shouted suddenly as
he pushed me down to the floor with
his right knee.
I fell right on my vomit and he
started raining punches on me.
“Die! Die! Die!” he continued to shout as
he rained blows on me.
“Adejare jo nitori olorun o. Die as
how?” I cried out in anguish
“You are an ill-luck! Why would my life
have such downturn just because of
you. Pregnancy again!” he slapped me
on.

 

 

I gave in to his beating but guided my
tummy which was his center of attack
with my hands.
Suddenly, he screamed!
I opened my eyes and there looking like
a possessed lady was Taiwo digging her
teeth into his thigh.
“What!” he exclaimed on, obviously
shocked
Just as I was too!
He started raining slaps on her and I
stood up suddenly to interfere.
“Adejare, this girl is nothing but a very
naïve young girl. Leave her alone!” I
cried out and he growled, fixing his
eyes on me like a beast.
“You are turning the backs of my
children against me right?” he
screamed as he pulled me by the hair
and dragged me inside the house.
James and John had started crying.
“You have to remove this nonsense you
placed in there. I have nothing to do
with it. It has to die!”
I tried to find my voice.
What arrant nonsense is this guy
saying?
I was the one that was supposed to take
it personal that I had gotten pregnant.
“But, I don’t know why you are getting
angry” I said at last and he looked at
me, his mouth suspended
“You don’t know why?” he asked again,
his hands tightened round my hair
“Of course. I pay the PTA Levy of the
children, clothe them, feed them, act as
the father and the mother and then
another one is here- an additional
responsibility.
Wasn’t I so supposed to be angry that I
would even commit suicide?” I spoke in
a very shaky voice and he was
obviously shocked.
I had never looked up into his face to
respond to him whenever he beat me.
“The reason why I, Adejare Olowo am
getting angry is because I wonder how
on earth I became entangled with a
beautiful for nothing empty barrel that
had overtime been the cause of my
misfortune in life. I can’t imagine me
living this kind of life but that is what
happens when you get married to a
cursed individual!” he spat the words
into my face.
“Adejare, the children are watching and
you are…” I broke down into tears.
One mistake I never made in my
marriage was telling my children how
irresponsible their father was.
I never did!
I covered him up whenever they spoke
ill of him
But see him now.
Tears cascaded my face and I shook my
head in a frustrating manner
“Your mother is cursed! She killed her
parents, leaved in the orphanage all her
life, I picked her up from the miry clay
and all she could do was separate me
from my own parents as well, making
my life miserable, bearing children that
took after her witchy lifestyle. Her
name is Glory but she is a shame!” he
screamed that so loudly that I felt
nauseous again.

 

 

 

As I started to hold my tummy in a bid
to start vomiting again, he picked me
up with a single hand and kicked me
hard in my tummy.
I fell out through the door, let out a very
ear-piercing cry and there was a great
darkness!
>>>>>
I adjusted the intravenous lines and
looked at my patient.
She looked so blue!
What is it about this woman oh Lord
that she would be going through
turbulent times all in the name of
marriage?
Exactly what was wrong?
What I didn’t understand well was how
a man who had for countless number of
times had sleepless nights because of a
lady would turn her into a punching
bag shortly after saying ‘yes’
If this was what marriage entailed, I’d
rather just stay single and happy for my
Father in heaven.
I moved to the table to check her case
note for her name and I saw it so
clearly ‘Glory Olowo’
Darkness seemed to hang in the air.
I sensed there was absolutely something
wrong.
All I see whenever that woman entered
into my office was darkness.
Darkness was what filled her eyes
She breathes out darkness.

 

 

I wonder what it was but I felt so pulled
to her side whenever she came by.
Why would I be pulled to darkness?
There must be something interesting
about her that I had not unraveled yet.
And it is time to do so.
She had not recovered from her shock
yet and it was long over three weeks
now.
It was very painful that her husband
wanted the baby dead!
What some are looking for badly!
I took her hands and she shook a bit as
if a cold chill ran through her spines
“Lord Jesus, thank you for this lady. I
know nothing about her but if I could
be of help, use me because I can smell a
rat as regards her. Something is
definitely wrong oh Lord!”
I walked to the window side and drew
the curtains. I opened the louvers and
moved from one corner of the room to
the other.
“I plead the blood of Jesus!” I repeated
all of over and over again as I moved
from one place to the other.
She moved a hand and I smiled
Something was just so fishy!
“Father, Your word says that the
stranger shall be afraid and shall with
fear come out of their hidden closets.
Every stranger here, I command you to
hear the voice of the Lord, leave in
Jesus’ name.” I prayed loudly.
I was so lucky that no other patient was
in the ward with her so I could pray
loudly.
“Are you not afraid?” something told
me from somewhere that I could not
even decipher
I laughed
“Afraid? Not at all. For the Lord God
will help me, therefore shall I not be
confounded, therefore have I set my
face like a flint and I know that I shall
not be afraid” I said boldly
In my ten years of practicing
gynecology, I had seen a lot of
diabolical displays of dark powers
A little wonder most medical personnel
rely on one or more powers.
But I had chosen the greatest power of
all!
The power of Jesus!
She sneezed for three good times
And darkness I saw again!
I looked up at her as she rubbed her
face and attempted to sit up.
I paused.
She flinched as she sat up and returned
to her sleeping position, breathing hard
“Good morning Mrs. Olowo.”
She looked at my side and looked away
“Good morning” she said curtly
“You might have difficulty in sitting up
for a while. You have bruises on your
tummy, waist and pelvic so you will
manage to still be okay”
“Thank you” she said as tears ran down
her face.
She looked so weak
“What about the baby?” she asked and I
looked at her intently the more
She looked pitiful
“Your baby is growing Mrs. Olowo” I
said and she sighed deeply
“What about my husband?” she asked
and I smiled
“He should be fine although we have
not seen him since you were rushed in
here about a month ago” I tried to say
as I calmly as I could
She shook her head weakly
“Ok.” She said again
But she was not looking into my face- at
all!
“Mrs. Olowo, are you a Christian?” I
asked and she nodded in the
affirmative
“Are you born again?” I asked again
and she nodded
“I attend The Believers’ Gospel Church”
I smiled
“Church going is different from being
born again. By being born again, there
are some things you wouldn’t be doing
which you used to do before. Do you
insult?” I asked and she smiled
“Is it possible not to insult?” she smiled
and I smiled too as I held her hands
She tried to get her hands off mine but I
insisted
“You don’t like looking into my face
whenever you are speaking to me.
Why?” I asked
She shook her head
“I look into your face” she said and I
smiled
“Ok, look into my face now” I said and
she tried but squinting, she looked away
again
“It’s kinda painful. The ray of sunlight
is disturbing my eyes” she said and I
looked through the window panes
There was no sunlight- it was still very
early in the morning.
I moved to the other side of the ward
“Look at me now, the rays should be
gone” I said but she shook her head
more vigorously.
“It’s even more” she said and I walked
towards her.
“Would you love to tell me about you?”
“No!” she replied bluntly
“Ok. But are you into any occult group?”
I asked so plainly and she looked into
my eyes, squinting
She looked flabbergasted
“What are you saying?” she asked and I
patted her back
“It was just a question madam. I don’t
appreciate everything you are passing
through” I replied, calmly
She shook her head as fresh tears
flowed.

 

 

“I am not a cultist, neither am I a witch.
I am just a woman of many sorrows
and I don’t appreciate anyone prying
into my privacy”
“I am sorry if that is the way you feel
madam but I am just your friend”
“Ba na so” she said in Hausa meaning
she didn’t like the idea one bit.
She was obviously disappointed in me
I had to win back her trust so we could
get to the root of the matter.
There is no smoke without fire
There is no problem we go through
without a reason for it- either good
reasons or the bad one-
Either man-induced or Divinely-
arranged!
I gave her a very large smile and held
her hands again
“Ina so n ki sose” I said and gave her a
very large smile
She didn’t reciprocate.
My heart suddenly yearned for her as
tears rolled down her face
“You think I am weird too?” she asked
and I smirked
“No. I think you are interesting and
really amazing.” I said and her face
glistened
“Then, why have I never had a moment
of happiness, ever!”
My heart broke
“It’s about starting” I said and she
looked at me questionably
“Really?”
“Really!” I nodded and bent over her on
the bed in a bid to hug her.
She put her hands round me too though
being careful of her intravenous line.
Oh Lord!
I had a mixed feeling- I felt a very huge
darkness yet my heart opened and
yearned for her.
As we disengaged from the hug and I
placed her right hand by her side, I saw
the cause-
The cause of the darkness I felt.
I held her right hand and studied it
well.
“What are these?” I asked her and she
withdrew her hand from me.
“I don’t know” she said and I sat down
“Of course you do. How many are
those?” I asked again and she looked at
me, really baffled
“Why do you care to know?”
Because that might just be the path to
tread to your deliverance woman!

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Author: Oyebola Lizzy Oyekunle

Stay BLESSED ♥

♡ Right_poc

The Blue Sky

A day in my life- Recounting the day.

It was a beautiful day to live, with all my plan for the day I knew it was going to be busy all through and I’ll  need all the strength  I can, to go through the  day.
Sit tight  and grab a coffee ☕🍟 or hot soup 🍲 cause you have a long read today. 🙂

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I woke up, had my quite time  and later joined my family for devotion  which was really great. Since I was the young lady around  I had to prepare breakfast for everyone,  I did this with joy though  my worries were silently tugging  my  stomach.  I have an interview  today and my phone is completely  down, today of all days PHCN thought it wise to take  the light  :?😐 I didn’t think  of it cause I didn’t want to get destabilized  before my big day so I was positive 👍 that the light would come on before  I live home but no it didn’t work out so I left  home.

Since  today was a significant day in my life I tried to stay positive  so I didn’t fret, I went to a friends place who has a cafe and powered up my phone 😆😅. So now I got one major problem solved.

I also had to register for the NYSC online  since  yesterday  was a total  waste after spending almost my whole day  trying to register all to no avail. Hmmm yeah I was determined  to kill two birds with one stone. I didn’t want to go back home unhappy cause I couldn’t  register  so I waited  till I finally  registered  though  I couldn’t  finish immediately, I rushed  for my interview.

And here’s where it gets intresting. …
Rushing  to plaza  to take a Keke down to IBB – Ibrahim  Babangida Avenue  the tricycle  men told me I wouldn’t  get one there so I should enter another going close then drop and take another. …I told them I was going to get one so they mocked and laughed at me…not up to two minutes  I saw  one. E huh I was happy. . So I told one of the tricycle guy who said I wasn’t going to get any. Hey see I saw one :D:D:D he looked at me and said yeah go.

*I’ve heard  people who encountered fraudsters before but never  have  I encountered  one.*

Sitting quitely  there was this other  guy who was there and was making  a call or rather  acted like he was making  a call, all of a sudden  he stopped  and asked where St. LUKE’S  Hospital  was. Suprisingly we were going  to the opposite direction  so I told him  he had to go back. So he insisted on stopping  after he stopped  he brought out a foreign currency  and wanted to pay the Keke man but later discovered and brought out #500  Note  then said he was a stranger  in town. He then asked if it was still #800 that would be charged if he charted  a Keke to his destination. Then I knew he’d been cheated  someway so I asked him where he was coming from,  he said from the park and he was charged  that amount to get to Plaza.

On hearing this I took pity on him and advised him not to act as a stranger so people won’t exploit  him. ** By the way the Keke man didn’t collect  his money  I thought that was the kindest thing to do for a stranger. ** so Mr stranger  started walking off then the the scene started ___ This Keke guy  started talking he  drove towards Mr S. and asked him if he would be patient he could take him to his destination after he’s dropped  me off, Mr S. Agreed  so he hopped  into the Keke and we started our journey.

As the man drove  he later took a road he shouldn’t have taken  since he had to drop  me off so I brought it to his attention and  he said ohhh sorry about that I forgot  but don’t worry I’ll  take  you through the other route ( then I didn’t smell anyhing fishy ) next I here Mr S complaing and saying we, I and the driver were conving to cheat him/Decieve  him/ Exploit  him *imagine that * so to calm him I tried to explain to him what was going on and that he shouldn’t worry  cause he was in good hands. * in my church  mind*

Then The driver told me in my language to ask him where he was from and what was he doing  here in our country ** this driver  knew how to speak English quite well cause we spoke English before  I entered his Keke  and after ** So thinking  and asking myself why this driver couldn’t ask him himself  to satisfy my curiosity  I asked  Mr S. Mr S said he  was from Burkina Faso  but his mother was from Guatemala  …so so so but he came to sell Goods in our country  at the trade fair….*I never heard of any trade fair recently ** So the driver  asked me to ask him what kind of goods he sells and what  he  would  do if “we” brought customers for him??? I took note of the drivers  personalization  of (we)but still asked Mr S.

so Mr S. Responded and told us of his goods and said if we brought customers for him he would give us  shoes, gold etc not like I was interested in all this but I knew things at the trade fair would be cheap  so I asked him for his  number or card so I could  reach him and request for supplies  if need be but he didn’t have any ** he said his cards finished  yesterday *lie* I noticed  what he was doing he had a phone but he didn’t have a number **😦😮**  He began to tell us a story about a lady who cheated him and asked us if we were going to do the same.

All this while I just wanted to get to my destination  in time for my appointment.  So he said he had his goods somewhere and it happened to be close to my destination  so he told the driver to park * *did I tell you he gave the driver a watch to encourage him to bring customers **  Far off since the police where guiding there goods  *he said other people too where here from his home country for the trade fair**

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All of a sudden I sensed their deceit  I put one and two together.  So I told the driver not to park he should get me to my destination then he could come back and strike a deal with Mr. S. Now Mr S. Got angry  he started acting weird  so he said he would know if we were Christians if he we got his question correctly. He asked what God used to create  the flesh  * even a little  child  of 4 from a Christian  home would know that** So with digust  we both chorused the answer  -clay.

Next he did the weirdest thing by putting  his hand  in his pocket and brought  out  clay * so he says but I saw nothing  in his hand**   he said the sand was from his home country he showed it to the driver and I ( I saw nothing  though) then he picked up sand from the Keke and acted like he mixed two things together  and touched the back of his hand  the Keke man’s  hand and brought  it to touch mine so I shouted at him to stop this act and asked him  if he must do all that before he trust anyone .

So here I was with a weird Keke man and a stranger  who I now realize are partners 🙊 So he said I shouldn’t step my leg on the ground if not… I didn’t wait to hear the rest so I turned and told him he didn’t know whom he was dealing with. That I am the daughter of the King and he can’t mess around with me so he shouldn’t waste  his time so he got angry and said things I didn’t bother waiting to listen to cause I crossed the road and walked in for my  interview.

It was a day that should have gone worst  than I could imagine  but God’s Grace was sufficient  for me and all the hitches didn’t dull my sparkle cause I came out happy fulfilled  and wondered why I was ever worried  to start with.
In all it was a GRACEFULL day 🙌🙌👐

Hey I know you’ve had one GRACEFUL day or one you thought wouldn’t  end well but turned out better than you expectated … I’d  appreciate it if you share  it in the Comment  box.

Grace  my day with you wonderful comments  😆😆

A GREAT 2016 FOR YOU

So here is a song in yoruba language one of the major languages in Nigeria, it is my prayer and desire for you and your family for the year 2016.
This song has been sung by people of old so. I did not compose it myself enjoy and be blessed.

Odun yi a tu ra
This year will be comforting
Ko ni le ko ko mo mi
It won’t be hard on me
Ohun ti mo da’wole
What I lay my hands on
A yori
Will be successful
Ohun ti mo bere
What I asked for
L’ oluwa yio se  e e
The Lord will do
Odun yi a tu ra
This year will be comforting
Ko ni le ko ko no mi
It won’t be hard on me

Odun n’lo so pin o
This year is coming to an end
Baba rere
Good God
Baba maa so wa  o
Oh Lord guide us
T’omo t’omo
And our children
Ohun ti o pa was me kun o
Sorrow and sadness
L’odun titun
In the new year
Ma je  ko se le si wa
Will not be our portion
Baba re re
Good God

Ma je nkawo leri sokun
May i not weep
Ma je ndaso afo bora
May I not morn
Ogun roju je  roju mu
Struggle and lack
Ma ma je o jeti me
may it not be my portion I pray thee
Alafia pipe ni mo fe fe Tami lore
Perfect peace I desire
Je  n’rina je  n’rilo
I pray for abundance
Baba wa semi logo
Lord shower your Glory on me

Ma je ntawo na
May I not lack
Ma je ntaakara l’odun ti tun
May I not wonder
Da abo olorun mi da abo
My Lord here my plea
Ma ma je kan fire temi sa’pile
My blessing will not be taken away
L’odun ti run
In the new year
Ma ma jekono mi ja safo lodore
May my prayers to you not be in vain.

Baba Elerunyin wa su refun wa
Great one bless us greatly
Ani ka ro na gbegba l’odun to wole
May we make head way in the coming year
Tuwon ninu oluwa tuwon ninu
Oh Lord comfort them Lord comfort them
Aganti ko romo gbe pon tuwon ninu Oluwa
The barren ones Lord comfort
Re won le kun Oluwa lekun
Wipe their tears, oh lord wipe their tears
Awon  to dabi Hannah re won lekun Oluwa
Those like Hannah wipe their tears

Ododun lan ro’rogbo
Crops are seasonal
Ododun lan ra’wusa
Crops are seasonal
Kodun ko San wa s’owo
The new year will bring fruitfulness
Kari ba tise kodun yabo
Ka r’ona gbe gba
May we make head way and be fruitful in the new year
Ani k’ama loro je  ani k’ama toro mu
May we not beg to eat or drink
K’ama La kisi keyin aso Baba gbo ti wa
May we not wear rags dear Lord
K’ama se rogun ejo
May we not get into trouble.

Baba was segun aisan
Deliver us from sickness
Ogun asedana ogun akwaba ba wa se
May we not labour in vain
Abo re to daju la was nfe L’odun to wole
We desire your divine protection in the new year
Ohun rere to ye wa Baba ti se wa l’ogo
Lord bless us with the good things we desire.
Happy new year friends.

Princessofcreation1

From the depth of my heart

The ultimate gift of life is a life.
A life misspent is a life unworthy of this gift.
A life lived in reverences and knowledge of  its’ true purpose is one to be sought after with all our being , plunging down to the depths of this knowledge caves way to the achievement of our life’s’ purpose.

There is only one life to live.
Live it with the Word -JESUS

Live it to the fullest

Live it with understanding

Live it with an aim

Live it with a vision

Live it with a destination

Live it with Joy

Live it with hope

Live it with Grace

Live it with determination

Live it without regrets

Live it without fear

Be Good, Be True, Be Kind, Be Just, Be Faithful and above all Believe in God cause he is the ultimate gift-Life.

Ciao

Align yourself to God’s purpose.

Waking up this beautiful Sunday morning I thanked God for it and was glad to take on the day’s activities. I hurried to prepare food so my family would eat when they come back from church and all of a sudden i felt the urge to stay back after everyone had left for church. I struggled with the urge and told myself maybe i should go late instead of staying back completely.

I guess the devil was listening,  so I overcomed my feelings and hurried out the door to Church.
Normally I hate being the last person to leave  the house so i don’t lock the doors, ( i don’t know why but i hate locking doors- I find it tiring ) but unfortunately i was the last to leave the house.

In my hurry i locked all the doors inside and the last door which was the front door was left.

After i had locked the door i tried to pull the key out i couldn’t pull it out
( FYI : I pulled the key out from inside the house and brought it out to lock the door ) i tried doing that for over ten minutes but i couldn’t pull this key from the door and I told myself that this was the devil’s strategy of delaying me. I ran to my cousins house and asked him to come help me with the door and he looked at me and said do you think i have the strength to get the key out? I told him i don’t think it needs strength.

Coming over the house he just turned the key and within a few seconds pulled it out. I was amazed and asked him how he did it, he told me the key just needs to lie flat. I struggled cause i made  the key to lie straight thinking i  was right and  I struggled with it for so
long.

Look again don’t you think you’re putting the key wrongly? I know that’s how you see others put it, yes that’s how you use to put it before and the door opens up for you. Now that isn’t working it’s time for you to try a new method, a new and perfect way this way is Jesus. Other means had worked for you before, all this while the right and best means laid still waiting for you to come through it but you preferred the short cut.

Struggling with God’s methods would get you no where align your life to his  purpose and the your doors would open smoothly.

The best solution is to ask He has given us an open check all you need to do is to write what you need. He is willing to guide you through life’s journey, through the pain, loss etc. No luxury is promised but his ever abiding presence guiding you every where and at the  end of the day a Hope of everlasting life ( eternal life ) all you need to do is let him help you and see how  perfect your life would  be,  don’t get glued to your opinions thinking they’re the best open up to him and you’ll be surprised at the out come.

Have a great week God bless you.

@ princessofcreation1