Today has been great, and I’ve been very glad.
I woke up happy and stayed excited.
I’ve been blessed with good words, good prayers and good deeds, and for this, I’m grateful.

I’m glad for whom I am becoming, and I’m glad that I’m able to live in every moment. I’m thankful that I’m better on all grounds, and still hopeful for the best.

Today is a good day.
I have been blessed, surely.
And for these, I’m grateful.

Thanks to everyone that joined to celebrate me today. God has blessed you abundantly.

+1 and forging ahead!!!


A kind of madness… or hustle?

I remember reading about an undergraduate who after being intoxicated by ‘hemp, pulled off his clothes, and went about screaming and being generally mad. So, today, I was faced with a scenario that reminded me of ‘the ‘hemp intoxication’. I, alongside some other readers and staff were in a library when a young man noisily and incoherently walked in, loudly blurting out irrelevancies. As I watched him pace from one book shelf to the other, and shout out inconsistent, yet seemingly academic and accurate sentences, I paused to imagine things.

As a result of his seemingly academic and accurate sentences, I thought, “this might be one of those whom ‘book don run mad o’”. But as he continued with his incoherent paces, I recalled ‘the ‘hemp intoxication’ situation and watched, at first in amusement , and later on in fear of what this could lead to. As fear creeped in, I began to remember ‘the oyinbo’ cases of lunatics taking to random shooting of innocent humans in public places, but I kept consoling myself with the fact that “random shooting no dey happen for our Naija”. This consolation had to come through because there was hardly any security, and the library staff avoided confronting the mad man.

In the midst of displaying ‘his’ madness, this young man boldly grabbed a book from a shelf and began to leave the library. At this point, a staff gently confronted him. I however began to think if this was a form of hustle. At this point also, I remembered the alleged fact that “anything is possible for Naija”. Could it be that this man needed this book that he grabbed and had to put up a crazy front just to get it? As he was being confronted by the staff, the idea of this being a kind of hustle became real in my mind. Even if this is not the case- that he wasn’t hustling, but is truly ‘mad’, I have mostly learnt that a whole lot is possible if you put your mind to it.

From Acts of the Apostles


The story of God’s ‘remembrance of’ Cornelius is one that I find interesting, marveling and inspiring. Cornelius was rich, influential, just, prayerful and generous in his society- a devout or religious man [true religion entails being and doing good].  So, God, in answer to his prayers and devotion to goodness, honoured/remembered him

What marvels me is God’s manner of remembrance of Cornelius. God sent Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ, to share the good news/gospel of Jesus’ salvation of mankind from sin, and his (God’s) spirit with Cornelius and his family. Contrarily to this manner of remembrance, I would have thought that God should have promoted him in terms of more riches and influence in his society. However, I learnt through this that God’s concept of remembrance/favour often differs from mine. For Cornelius, God’s gift of salvation from sin and his holy spirit was more honourable at the moment than any other form of favour. This becomes interesting to me because studying this situation closely, I realize that Cornelius was actually prompted in terms of more riches and influence. Through God’s gift of salvation from sin and his holy spirit, and Cornelius’s acceptance of it, Cornelius became promoted to a new status: a holyspirit filled son of God; which entitles him to a great wealth of riches and influence, beyond his society, and even eternally.

What also marvels me is God’s kindness manifested in this remembrance. It located the missing link in Cornelius’s life, filled it up, and produced completeness. Certainly, with all his goodness, Cornelius would have just been acceptable in his society, or the world, but not (eventually) with God; being that our (self) righteousness without God is at its best, filthy rags before God. God’s kindness was thus reflected in his crowning of Cornelius devotion to goodness in the best way that was necessary for him.

What also interests and  inspires me is that God’s remembrance of Cornelius was attracted by his effort at goodness. This also shows that God sees my efforts at goodness, and that even though it may worth nothing [in terms of filthy rags], he still responds to it accordingly. I also learn that just like Cornelius, God sees me inside-out [including my efforts at goodness], understands the appropriate way of honouring these efforts, and makes it happen in the best way.

At the end of Cornelius story, he and his family were exceedingly grateful and filled with joy for God’s remembrance, which implies that God’s remembrance/blessing brings no sorrow with it. This also inspires me to trust God the more, knowing that he’s got me covered on all grounds.


Expectations… 5

Kindly catch up with the previous expectations before you continue…


This must be a trying time for me, where Zara is my official temptation, a torn in my flesh.

This client that she just closed a deal with is one of my favorites, who is also usually only impressed with my handling of his business deals. I remember when oga MD once sent another executive to handle his business; he immediately called me to declare that he missed me on that particular deal, and that he would appreciate if I was always the one on his cases. So, if zara’s words are to be relied on, and if he hasn’t called to remind me never to leave his deals to anyone else, then, she must have won over my client’s heart, which should be considered dangerous. Already dangerous is the fact that Zara has completely won over oga MD’s heart, which means that I cannot even apply sentiments on this matter.

“I’m sorry” I hear her whisper.

“Why?” I ask, and start to clarify ‘the why’ when she replies with confused stares.

“That you think I’m not good at my job or what?” I totter angrily.

“I shouldn’t have” she says gently, infuriating me the more.

“Shouldn’t have what, Zara? Is your mission to take me out of my job?”

By this time, I was beginning to boil and I became afraid of what could be our following responses. I didn’t want any exchange of verbal abuses but I couldn’t control my temper at the moment. I watched her flush and for a moment, I thought she was going to hit me, but then she exhaled and ordered the driver to stop.

“Listen to me. If we are supposed to work well together, then you have to accept the fact that we will often step on each other’s toes. So, work out a way of handling that.” I blurt out almost incoherently because Zite has just gotten on my nerves.

“I apologize” he replies absentmindedly, and slowly drifts away in thought.

After I ask the driver to resume driving, I repeat the advice that I just gave to Zite to myself with the hope of heeding to every word of it.

“He called to appreciate our services” Oga MD beamed as they sat in his office, preparing to recount ‘their’ business deal.

“Oh, wow” Zara smiled and gently nudged Zites’s shoulders, forcing a fake smile out of him.

“He was particularly impressed with you” he smiled at Zara “and hopes to continue with you on the business front” he concluded.

“I’m glad he did, and happier that Zite gave me the opportunity to shine. We hope to continue with him on the front, sir.” She smiled, nudging Zite again, who willingly supported with his fake smile.

“If there is nothing else, you may go and celebrate then” he replied, escorting them out of his office with smiling eyes.

“You didn’t have to lie” Zite frowned as he sank into his chair.

“I said I was sorry, and I mean it” I replied, taking a seat in front of him.

“And you actually gave me the opportunity by going away. So, I didn’t actually lie” I teased.

For a moment I thought he was going to flare up, but when he gave a genuine weak smile, I knew we were going to work well as a team.

“Then, I guess you have to make it up to me” he responded with a stronger smile.

“Hope I can” I laughed.

“Sure!” he laughed.

We bumped fists; I winked at him and left his office.


Dear diary… Begging for sex?!


I have some previous Dear diary post that you may like to check out before this…


Dear diary, my single self does not know anything about married sex, but I read about a man that begs his wife for sex (when she is not in the mood), and she agrees for ‘the sake of peace’… and I got pissed!

What sort of peace, please?!

I am not pissed that the wife agrees to have sex with her husband despite not being in the mood, but that the man begs for what he should not beg for…

I am not also insinuating that the man should force his way through… not in the least.

I am only amazed that the only thought-out-appropriate way the man utilized to have sex with his wife (because she was not in the mood) is begging.

I am bewildered… what a pity that he has to beg for what is beautifully his!

I am not also judging the man… God forbid that I do!

I am just concerned that the woman may have ‘yielded to his plea’ out of pity and not peace, and that deep down in her heart, she may have gradually despised him… who was so desperate to ‘release’ that he forgot his ‘man power to woo’…

In fact, I put myself in the woman’s shoes and the scenario did not go down well with me at all!

Like, if I am your wife, you are supposed to know me to an extent (hopefully)… and if you do, you should be ‘smart’ enough to know the more-than-one buttons to press to achieve whatever aim you want even if it is not sex…

Begging in this case appears neither intelligent nor smart… it is more or less repulsive, and strips off dignity…

But like I said, my single self knows nothing about married sex…

However, this reminded me of our walk with God…

God has given us all that pertains to life and Godliness through Jesus Christ. Yet, I often turn around to beg God for what is already beautifully mine…

I am reminded to be pieced off at myself at this point…

I am also reminded that if something is already mine from God, begging is not the appropriate way of getting it to manifest in my life… but that I have (to learn) to pull the right strings and press the right buttons…

God may not be pissed off with me for begging, but I’m almost sure that begging does not get me the best, because, for a start, I’d get myself so used to begging for stuff that is mine that I would become repulsive and forget that that which I ask is firstly, already mine.

Expectations… 4

Hi ya’all, I’m grateful to blog again…

Please, catch up with the previous episode(s) before continuing.

I didn’t know how else to react to Oga MD’s official unfairness to me. How dare he make me play second fiddle in my own company, to a woman? I have never had to come second to any woman, not even to my wife. In fact, she is the more insecure party in our relationship, if I can say so. I have never also had any cause to report to a female senior colleague; you can thus imagine why this Zara issue is becoming difficult for me to handle. I was therefore, so determined to quickly sort things out with the MD, that I ordered the driver to drive off without stopping to think about Zara’s welfare.

As we drive towards the company gate now, however, I regret letting my ego maneuver my good senses. I regret throwing chivalry to the winds and letting a woman suffer for my sake. I have now burdened myself with such folly, but I am lucky to be interrupted by a strange call.

“Hello!” I scream into my phone, partly in relief for interrupting my thoughts, and partly in anger for trying to rescue me from the same thoughts. It is the terror from the call however, that shakes me back to my senses.

“If you delay by one minute, we’ll kill her!” is all I hear before the caller rudely hangs up.

I am not even sure who is being referred to, but in shock, I ask the driver to take us back to “Madam”. By the confused faces the driver makes, I am almost certain that he thinks I have lost my mind. But I am too shocked to convince him otherwise.

I don’t even know whether to scream or to sulk. I cannot just believe that this man just drove off without me. In fact, I do no longer understand what is going on between us, if I may call it that. He acts so immature sometimes that I am tempted to blow up his head.

As I sit to ponder on how embarrassing what has just happened is for my career, I learn that our client has just arrived, so I leave to attend to him, thankful that I am temporarily relieved of Zite’s troubles. You can now imagine my shock as I return to meet a panicking Zite, surrounded by some people, all panicking.

It is the driver who sees me first and thinks I am a ghost. The way he looks at me with his eyeballs almost bulging out almost frightens me.


His scream draws the rest of the other’s attention, including Zite’s, who can no longer handle his emotions. He runs towards me and lifts me up, all the while thanking God that I am alive, which frightens me the more. By the time the rest of the people approach me, I have begun to snatch myself away from Zite’s grip in preparation to flee, but he doesn’t let me.

“What is all this?” I manage to mutter, but answers to my question were already coming in their numbers.

“Na joke be this?”

“Dem release am, abi na run she run commot?”

“ Who else dem hold na?”

“Abi na mistake dem make?”

“Abi person don already pay ransome?”

People were hurriedly talking over their heads that I had to shout to alert them of my presence.


The uniformed silence got me laughing until Zite spoke up.

“I got a call that you were abducted”

“Well, I am not” I smile and begin to walk towards the car, desperate to escape the scary stares that are hitting me all over.

“Abi, na your madam?” I hear the driver whisper to Zite who immediately follows me, and I almost froze.

Zite actually froze until I walked to him, took his phone, dialed his wife, and learnt that she was doing all well in her office.

It was then that Zite told me what he really heard the caller say.

I smiled, and thanked God for letting some strange occurrence bring this man back to his senses for once, but then again, I wonder why he first thought about me before his wife.

I smile and thank him profusely, and as we settle into the car, I tell him that our client returned, so I had to settle the deal without him. I had hoped that I would be glad to watch him grit in pain when I delivered this news, but as I watch a mixture of shock and fear grip him, I become afraid and regret letting the words ever slip from my lips.



My Favorite Bible Verses

I think I’ve formed a good habit of noting some verses that strike me while studying the bible. Today, I begin a journal of them on my blog, for my edification and for every other persons’; so that we may learn to live in the light of God’s word.
Here are a portion of today’s favourites:

Psalm 84:
5. Blessed are those who find strength in you. Their hearts are on the road that leads to you.
6. As they pass through a valley where balsam trees grow, they make it a place of springs.
11. The Lord God is a sun and shield. The Lord grants favour and honour. He does not hold back any blessing from those who live innocently.

Songs of Sol. 8: 6. … devotion is as unyielding as the grave…

Ezekiel 17:
24. … I am the Lord, I cut down tall trees, and I make small trees grow tall. I dry up green trees and I make dry trees grow…

Romans 1:
18. God’s anger is revealed from heaven against every ungodly and immoral thing people do as they try to suppress the truth by their immoral living.
21. They knew God and did not praise him and thank him for being God. Instead, their thoughts were pointless, and their misguided minds were plunged into darkness.
22. While claiming to be wise, they became fools.
23. They exchanged the glory of the immortal God for statues that looked like mortal humans, birds, animals and snakes.
24. For this reason God allowed their lusts to control them…
25. These people have exchanged God’s truth for a lie. So they have become ungodly and serve what is created rather than the creator, who is blessed forever. Amen!
26. For this reason God allowed their shameful passions to control them.
28. And because they thought it was worthless to acknowledge God, God allowed their own immoral minds to control them.

Romans 2:
7. He will give everlasting life to those who search for glory, honour and immortality by persisting in doing what is good. But he will bring anger and fury on those who in selfish pride refuse to believe the truth and who follow what is wrong.
11. God does not play favorites.

I pray that we are able to access the power of God in each of the verses, amen.