Monthly Archives: December 2014

Lyrical Monday

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It’s my 7th Wedding Anniversary and its a big deal for me because regardless of every storm we have encountered God has been faithful to pull us through. Sometimes, it seems like it’s an unending cycle of trouble …hmmm …and of joys 🙂 But like you understand about the seasons of life, one season has to stay its course and move on, for the other to play its part. I’m not sure which season this is for us – as it feels like winter and summer together. But then that’s the beauty of having Jesus in your boat…He calms the storm and declares PEACE! BE STILL!

It’s been a crazy ride with you… but I love ‘crazy’ and I’m loving every moment of it…though it hurts sometimes, but I’m glad its you I’m with. Love you till time is no more. You remember I read this poem to you at the wedding…it is still true and more. wink

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The ANSWER questions

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Amidst the many wonderful and out-of-this-world-names that we call HIM or address Him as – trying to understand an Infinite God through our finite minds and limited abilities, I also call Him THE ANSWER.

How do you handle your confusion when The Answer asks a question?

Is it that, He doesn’t have answers anymore?

At what point did He lose that ability?

My mind ponders on why The Answer would have questions and dare to ask them…ask me a mortal. What does He expect of me? How do I defend this “inadequacy”?

I wonder and ponder.

Yet at the same time, it occurs to me that these Questions are aimed or fired at my faithlessness or loss of what I once had. He is questioning the new found friend that I have chosen to listen to called DOUBT. Not something I did willingly (I think) but by not showing belief in Him and His promises, I pledged allegiance to Doubt.

In His usual way of not giving up on me, fights back to retrieve me from those vile clutches and save my soul. Therefore, He doesn’t sit still with His lips sealed, but thunders…

  • Is any thing too hard for the Lord? – Genesis 18:14
  • What will ye that I shall do unto you? – Matthew 20:32b
  • I will ask you one thing; is it lawful on the Sabbath days to do good, or to do evil? To save life, or to destroy it? – Luke 6:9
  • Who touched my clothes? – Mark 5:30b
  • Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? – Job 38:4a
  • Can these bones live? – Ezekiel 37:3a
  • Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? – John 21:17 (No way, you aren’t getting off that easy on the last question, please insert your name there instead) Rephrase

Frances, daughter of Udo, lovest thou me?

And she said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto her, Feed my sheep.

I’m doing that right now by letting you know He loves you, goes the length and more for you and yours, will always be waiting for you to return home, oh ‘Prodigal’. He has asked a question, what will your answer be?

The ball is in your court, baby!

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Happy Christmas – the Eket way!

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I read @folakemiodoaje Memory of Christmas and promised to reblog this. And like I told her, it’s not like this any more 😦

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Writing 101, Day Ten: Happy Christmas!
Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.
Feel free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.
Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.

I’m excited just remembering what Christmas meant to us. You are right to request that I talk about my childhood experience as Christmas is no longer what it used to be. No one goes to the village so much like then.

In the 70s, 80s and mid-90s whenever it was December, I always looked forward to the holiday as that meant new clothes and shoes, fancy hats and hair do, plenty of gifts, visits to cousins (you hadn’t seen…

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Freedom Friday on a Saturday

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Hey Dream Reader and the many Readers I have in reality,

I’ve been away from FREEDOM FRIDAY…not because I don’t have what to be Free about but my Fridays have become so busy and …no more excuse. I have missed you too. I heard this conversation yesterday on my way home and I decided to share it here. Pity it will have a lot of Pidgin English inside but you should be able to decode them. LOL

I closed rather late yesterday as has been the case lately (trying to finish up on some important work) and as I grabbed a seat on the bus, the following conversation ensued. By the way, this is one of the many reasons, I miss my bus rides when the car is available – so enjoy it with me today. Who knows when next I’ll have another experience?

“Conductor, give me my change!”

“I no get change yet.”

“But I will drop at Agungi,” she protested

“The first person to drop, is the first person I will give change.” He answers with finality

“No mind am, he doesn’t want to give you change, he has plenty N50s in his hand,” a fellow passenger joined in the discussion.

“What is your business in this matter? You NONONTITY!” the conductor reels out and the other passengers join the discussion laughing and telling him the proper pronunciation. “It’s NONENTITY o!”

“Don’t mind him, I don’t want to say anything to him, he is a miscreant. I don’t want to abuse him.”

“What abuse can you give me more than that, can you talk to your senior like that?” the conductor queried, “You are a NONONTITY!”

“This is one of the reasons I love Lagos, it is the City of Excellent Madness.” another passenger interjects.

“I love Lagos but TRAFFIC has made me to dislike this place. I went to Ebonyi the other day and would have remained there, but I didn’t have anything good doing,” another replies.

“For your information,” the conductor goes back to the pending matter “I paid for that English.”

At this point, one of the passengers that had been silent all along except for laughing in-between turned and looked at him and said “Who collect the money from your hand?” and that brought another bout of laughter.

Well, I was laughing all along and taking note in my head what each was saying and I picked up a strong whiff of alcohol and its source was none other than the Conductor! I pray he doesn’t fall off the bus before they get to their destination.

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