Saturday, 25 May 2013

FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL

About ten years ago, one silent and black night, my kid sister and I were up in the parlour, while others were sleeping, each about her business. Suddenly, around two or three in the morning, someone climbed over the fence quietly from the other compound, landed on the water tank that belonged to our landlord's family at the front of our apartment, came towards our sitting room window and was making for the burglary. I shivered in fear where I sat and motioned for my sister to be quiet. I did not know when I broke the silence and shouted (can't remember clearly if I shouted 'Yeh' or 'Jesus'). My sister screeched, she did not scream, her screech piercing the still morning hush and in the twinkling of an eye was crouched under the sofa.
Our cries woke our parents up. We told them some people were tampering with the window. Dad checked and he saw a rat. He looked at me, shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Everybody went back to sleep. I was so ashamed of myself, because, it was a mere rat that got me imagining what was not. Then I tried to figure it out. It was the rat that jumped from the fence to the tank and then moved towards the burglary trying to find a way inside. But fear accentuated the sounds and made them like human's. Honestly, I thought it were some armed robbers who after jumping over the fence attempted to put their hands inside and threaten with a gun. I was sore afraid. My sister, on a good day, would not find squeeze herself under that chair because the space was small for her, but fear made her do it without thinking.

Another instance was sometimes last year in my house, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of jiggling metals. Who could be making this kind of noise this hour of the night? I was scared and turned off the light in the room. Later, I discovered it was Rolex, our neighbour's dog. He had a chain on his neck which jiggled each time he stepped, but of course, the sound was much more noticeable at night when everywhere was quiet.

Sunday, 7 April 2013

ONCE UPON A TIME – By Gabriel Okara


And this is another deep poem by the Nigerian poet,

Gabriel Okara. Most of us are guilty of the points raised in the poem...lol
I was to act in this poem, as the child the mother was talking to, with Bidemi Stella (can't remember her surname) at Navy Secondary School in Abeokuta, I did not take the part eventually. We had to modify 'son' to 'child' in the recital.... I was in SS1 (1998/1999).


Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time, son,
they used to laugh with their hearts
and laugh with their eyes:
but now they only laugh with their teeth,
while their ice-block-cold eyes
search behind my shadow.

There was a time indeed
they used to shake hands with their hearts:
but that’s gone, son.
Now they shake hands without hearts
while their left hands search
my empty pockets.

‘Feel at home!’ ‘Come again’:
they say, and when I come
again and feel
at home, once, twice,
there will be no thrice-
for then I find doors shut on me.

So I have learned many things, son.
I have learned to wear many faces
like dresses – homeface,
officeface, streetface, hostface,
cocktailface, with all their conforming smiles
like a fixed portrait smile.

And I have learned too
to laugh with only my teeth
and shake hands without my heart.
I have also learned to say,’Goodbye’,
when I mean ‘Good-riddance’:
to say ‘Glad to meet you’,
without being glad; and to say ‘It’s been
nice talking to you’, after being bored.

LITTLE THINGS THAT REMIND US THAT GOD IS STILL WITH US


Two days ago, I needed some rubber bands to bind my hair. I lost the ones I brought in to the rig earlier and I did not know what to do with my braids, as they kept on untying even when I tried to tie them. Also, tying was not good for me as it required some pull and tug at my scalp which protested with some pain. I had been thinking of where I could get rubber bands, but I did not tell God about it, I was only discussing with myself.

So, I was in my unit (work cabin), and at last told God that I had need of rubber bands for my hair. Few seconds after, I turned my head and I saw two wide and thick bands, different from the regular ones staring at me on the sill of the white board marker in the unit. My God, I have been in this unit for weeks and I never saw them! I was so grateful. I'm sure God kept them from being seen by others because my colleague would have picked them earlier in the day when he was looking for rubber bands and I told him I wanted some for my hair too.

This simple event encouraged me, that even if I have not seen some things I have been earnestly praying and waiting for, God is working. He reminded my that He hears me each time I call by supplying the rubber bands immediately.

AFRICA By David Diop

This poem reminds me of the Literary and Debating Society of my noble secondary school, Abeokuta Grammar School, and it is a deep poem too. May my dear Africa be free indeed, oh my Africa:



Africa, my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs
Africa of whom my grandmother sings
On the banks of the distant river
I have never known you
But your blood flows in my veins
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your work
The work of your slavery
Africa, tell me Africa
Is this you, this back that is bent
This back that breaks
Under the weight of humiliation
This back trembling with red scars
And saying yes to the whip under the midday sun
But a grave voice answers me
Impetuous child that tree, young and strong
That tree over there
Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers
That is your Africa springing up anew
Springing up patiently, obstinately
Whose fruit bit by bit acquires
The bitter taste of liberty.

Thursday, 7 March 2013

BE JOYFUL IN HOPE (Romans 12:12)

I just saw this clause again in a photo on a page and it triggered off an understanding in me. I think this admonition is very well needed because by human nature, we are most likely to be SORROWFUL in HOPE. I know what it is like to be sorrowful in hope. I look back and I remember how much I tortured myself when expecting some good things.

For example, after my NYSC (National Youth Service Corps) year in Nigeria, God gave me a job two months after I passed out from the corps. But I could not move out of the place where I was living as a corps member for one year and two months. I lived in NCCF Family House in Port Harcourt, but it was not convenient for me because I was no longer a corper. I wanted my own house and privacy badly but it was not coming forth. Maybe I would have gotten just any house, but I have a wonderful taste for excellent things and was choosy, so that I ignored moving into just any house. I wanted a house that was tiled all over, with high a fence in an environment where I would not be a 'local champion' and yet would not pay too much to get.

All my friends that were staying back at the family house then moved out to their own rented apartments and I was left alone. It was not easy. I was crying everyday and asking God why He was treating me that way. Now, it was not that I did not have the money to rent the house I wanted, but there was always one need or the other the Lord would lead me to contribute to, so I could not save as much as was needed. But by the time I was released to save for the house, it became difficult to secure a good one. There were vacant houses, but were not just available or not good enough (you will understand better if you live in Nigeria, Port Harcourt to be precise, and you are searching for accomodation). There was one that a friend was doing its runs for me, only for me to learn later that the caretaker of the house gave it to another. I was devastated and cried. [The house was below the standard of what I descibed to God, the compound was not fine and it is in an area where I would be a 'local champion', but I was tired and was ready to grab anything that came my way]. But later, I encouraged myself and decided to relax and enjoy myself where I was. But, you know what? By the time the Lord settled me, it was quite easy. He used a friend to connect me for the house and lo, the house was everything I asked God for, situated in a nice and quiet area, beautiful compound with good neighbours. After the Lord did this, I told myself I would not have worried myself as I did if I knew God would answer me that way. I would have rested and waited on Him quietly in the place of prayer instead of giving myself those headaches.

Yes, we pray when we are hoping for breakthroughs, for sure, but we need to learn to BE JOYFUL IN HOPE. I am still hoping for a lot of things, but I have learnt by experience to be joyful where I am on the way to where I am going, and I am still learning.

Please be encouraged and REJOICE in HOPE because the Lord your God in your midst is mighty and He will save. Zeph 3:17 Don't stop ASKING and THANKING Him for those blessings until He satisfies you with His mercies, but please REJOICE. In difficult times, it is not easy to rejoice, but we can always tell Him how we feel, we can tell Him how sad we are and He would make us happy and rekindle our joy. SHALOM

Monday, 4 February 2013

Today

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Today, after classes, I had to find a supermarket to buy a tube of toothpaste from. But I walked and walked far away from my hotel and saw no such store. I could only see restaurants and snacks shops. I sighted a Tabac shop and popped in hoping against hope I might find what I wanted. No, they only have what spoils teeth and breaks lungs, as usual. As it's one of the sure spots to get mobile recharge cards from, I ordered for a card and popped out to continue my quest.

O my, but I'm sure there is at least a shop around this city for such things, I'm sure. So I walked on, not letting go. I couldn't have let go, anyway, or I will have to go out tomorrow with a smelly mouth. I at last saw a pharmacy store from across the road, excited God had answered my prayer, I crossed and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. I glanced up and saw a note on a side of the door that the shop will not be open for some time. Disappointed, I left, to resume my search.

After a while, I saw a supermarket ahead of me. At last. I breathed some thanks to the Lord. In here, I looked from shelf to shelf for my most pressing need at the time. It appeared like it was not available, but I would not give up, else my mouth smells tomorrow. After several minutes, I approached the shelf of interest and picked the toothpaste.

Many times in life we are like this,but a lot of time we give up because what we have been painstakingly working, hoping and praying for seem not to come through. O for the fortitude to hold on in times of waiting and not to give up on our efforts.

NO FRIDGE

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NO FRIDGE

I needed to move from where I was to another city for a training yesterday. Now, I had some vegetable soup in my fridge which I thought to take along with some garri for ẹ̀bà. But while I was packing, I changed my mind about going with the soup. I read some article of late which made me skeptical of using plastics or foils to warm food in the microwave oven; and since the hotel room I would be lodged in was not expected to have a kitchenette, so there would not be any ceramic plate available to warm the soup in. As such, I dropped the soup which I had already packed.

When I arrived at the town that hosts the hotel, it took me a while to locate the hotel as it is not on the main road. I opened the door to my room, relieved I made it at last to the place, turned on the lights and unpacked, while taking in the simple beauty of the room. I looked around and could not find a fridge. It must be my eyes. But no, my eyes saw well, no fridge indeed. This is quite abnormal for a hotel room! No fridge, no tea/coffee corner, no electric kettle to boil water for my ẹ̀bà. What if I had brought the vegetable?! It would have spoilt and wasted for no means of preservation. It was then I understood clearly that the Lord was leading me, though it seemed like I was the one making my own plans, when I decided to drop the soup.

It would never cease to amaze me how God leads and guides His children even when they are not conscious of it, in little things and big issues alike.https://www.facebook.com/pages/Clips-from-MY-LIFE/330907330306751