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Palm Sunday

I’m not a pastor, though surrounded by many and married to one. I just love the Lord and the way we do relationship is via words and deeds. He speaks and sends me messages, I understand and respond lovingly to Him…sometimes, I obey, other times I rationalise. But He knows me and understands me…what more could a girl ask for?! God is awe-amazing!

So, it’s Palm Sunday and many things have been said about today. But one that stood out for me was listening to Pastor Ifeanyi talk about the colt being tied up in an obscure place. It had never been used before, probably always ignored because according to the be-it-and-know-it-all, he doesn’t have anything to offer. Imagine, me (that colt) being called up, and prepared because the Master has need of me…omo! Small, ignored me being sought-for, hmmm…the Twitter world will get all the hashtags and I will trend as #TheColtJesusDrove #TheColt #NoLongerTiedUp #FreeToBeUsed #Untied2023…and many more.

As I listened to her give different scenarios of the many things that keep us tied, things that give us limited movement. Things that when we engage, we get pulled back into the same spot. I thought of the ones that have happened in my world and I gave God praise. So when Jesus has called for me and I am being led to Him, imagine the exhilarating feeling of freedom, only to leave my limited movement position and get into confusion in the name of a CROSSROAD, the place where two roads met.

When does it really end?

Will I ever be free, as in totally free to enjoy this liberty!? Well, the sooner I realise that being untied is not about me, but the One who needs my services, the better for me.

I’m off now to serve Him, as you lay your palms for me to walk on, I will keep raising my PALMS to Him in worship, in sweet surrender to the One who knows my end from my beginning.
I’ll keep raising my PALMS (hands) to the One who knows that this week will definitely be different and end with sounds of jubilation.
I raise my PALMS to the One who gives life to the many seeds that has been buried and given up for dead, because Sunday is going to be the time to RISE!

Happy Palm Sunday to you!

@imanikel 02042023 (c) Frances Kelvin Otung

Tuesday Thoughts

#TuesdayThoughts – Honesty

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Challenge WQWWC

#WQWWC – Freedom

Freedom is being ME…

Enjoying air that’s free

Basking in the love of thee

Surrounded by my sweet Three

It is Joy, Peace and Sheer Glee

And every good thing in-between

Breaking out of limiting degree

As I excel above the spreading *Bree

Freedom is what it is

And I don’t mean to tease

*Scottish word for Brunt meaning Attack or Blow.

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Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge

Tuesday Thoughts

#TuesdayThoughts – Deceit

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Tuesday Thoughts

#TuesdayThoughts – Release

And when Jesus saw her, he called her to him, and said unto her, Woman, thou art loosed from thine infirmity. – Luke 13:12 (KJV)

And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with graveclothes: and his face was bound about with a napkin. Jesus saith unto them, Loose him, and let him go. – John 11:44 (KJV)

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Lyrical Mondays

#LyricalMonday – …and it dawned on me!

Sometimes, we need to let go of things, systems (that are no longer working) etc. I know I was talking about relationship here, but when you look at life generally, you will discover that this applies all-round.

An awakening will set you on the part to freedom…look inward and around you, it just might be the TIME TO LET GO! You are better than this, if you didn’t know, I’m affirming it today.

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Freedom Fridays

#FreedomFriday – Truth

And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free! John 8:32 (KJV)

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Freedom Fridays

#FreedomFriday – Out of Reach

Peering through the piles of CVs on her table with no one in particular in mind. “I’m sure he’s in there somewhere, someone who is good at his work,” she muses to herself and with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes she looks on. “I wonder why the MD keeps sending all these CVs to me, why can’t he just have one of his subordinates pick someone up and send to me?!” totally exasperated at the effort this activity requires.

“I don’t want to work with her again, she’s out rightly rude and seems to think she’s here for a fashion show rather than her job!”
“But her CV speaks otherwise, she’s worked with bigger organisation than ours,” he attempts to defend Beatrice; Kate’s PA.
“If she’s that good, so why did she get fired and come to us?”
“She wasn’t fired, Kate! She resigned because of sexual harassment and…”
Cutting him off mid-way, “So you brought her here Dave so she will satisfy yours abi?” Dave was too shocked to reply, so Kate continues as if on cue “Well, shebi, she’s my PA? I don’t want her again, get me another person!” And with that statement she turns her back to him.

That was 3 weeks ago. So this time, her husband pushed to her the work of picking a PA herself, that way he is at peace in the office and at home. Oh, the intrigues of working together…hmmm! So this time he ‘punished’ her with the search.

Picking it up, this sounds interesting, 27 years and already done with school. Skimming through the page to the HOBBY section, (she continues to read) plays the guitar, enjoys Gymnastics, Racing. I love this already, she thought to herself smiling. Turning towards the array of applications on her table, she shoves them right into the waste basket on her right, reclines into her comfortable chair, tapping the bottom of her pen against her dazzling white teeth she escapes to dream world…with a mischievous smile on her face.

A week later…
“Tell me Martyns, what was growing up in the village like for you?”
With bowed head, he replies, “I had fun Ma, it was the time of my life. With the natural habitat and so many game to chase. I…”
“Look at me when you address me Martyns”
Bowing his head in respect slightly, “I’m sorry Ma!”
“Well, that will be it for today. Report here tomorrow by 8:30am to meet with the HR Manager and get the modalities for your medicals sorted out. I need you to resume work ASAP. Did I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I appreciate your help and this opportunity to serve in this great establishment. I promise not to disappoint you in the fulfilment of my duties.”
“Wow, thank you! Let’s see how well you do then” Kate replies smiling sweetly at Martyns briefly and almost immediately puts the serious face back up…like a mask.

2 weeks later and a month later…
“I’ve tried severally and he just won’t budge. He’s so set in his primitive ways. No calling me by first name, no body contact whatsoever; no matter how I mistakenly try to brush past him. And it makes me want him more.” – Soliloquising with internal anguish – “How does one make it obvious that you want another, when you know it goes against everything right? I’m married for heaven’s sake, what is wrong with me?! Think straight Kate! Think!”

“Why not attempt it. Stolen water is sweet you know. No one will know, besides if you push hard enough, he’ll say yes, for all you know he is playing hard to get, so that you don’t think him cheap. Other boys are doing it and he knows they go without getting caught. Keep trying darling, he will be yours.” (The voice says to her)

“Why do I keep getting the feeling my madam is up to no good concerning me? I don’t like the sensual feeling and current that I get every time she comes around me. It is bad enough I had to leave home under the circumstances I left. Whether my parents are here or not, I will not forget what they have taught me about keeping myself. Besides, she is my Oga’s wife! 1If I wan marry, shebi I no see Makamba and Nkechi to make selection. Nah person property! Abeg o free me Madam Kate!” Martyns reasons to himself having just stepped out of Kate’s office.

And as he walks down the corridor to the pool office, he remembers the gist amongst the guys, he remembers how most of them dress better than their salary can afford because they are on the payroll of Sugar-mummies and it seems to be prevalent in the city. When they saw the shock on his face at their exploits, they laughed at him and called him JJC (Johnny Just Come or Johnny Come Lately). “Don’t worry, soon you will join us. 2We bin dey like you until kasala blow for our head! Dem no dey tell person dat kain thing.”

“Don’t listen to them, blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. Avoid every appearance of evil. Flee! What would your parents think about it?” (The voice said to him)

Stepping into his office just before 5:00pm, Kate addresses Martyns “I hope you know we are handing over the profile for the client tomorrow afternoon, so we need to finalise on the project.”
Trying to hide his disappointment at having to be left to himself to find his way home. Since resuming work, he has been joining some of his colleagues to reduce the burden on the cost of transportation. Living in Lagos is so difficult already and now this. “Yes Ma’am”, he replies. She walks out. “Sorry guys, duty calls!” he informs his colleagues.


Rushing out of her office, looking visibly upset at what just transpired, at the brazen boldness exhibited by his madam, Martyns hurriedly packed his knapsack and leaves the office. “Phew, thank God!!!!! Thank God, she didn’t succeed. I have to be very careful with this woman o!”

Next day…
“Guys, you won’t believe what happened yesterday!”
3“Wetin happen? You don come with ya bend bend tory”
“Madam tried…”
“MARTYNS!!!!” Dave thundered, “In my office immediately. HOW DARE YOU?!”

Everyone stares with shock from the MD to their colleague and back again. Others wished he had finished the gist before this interruption.

“I…I…I didn’t do…”
“Shut up your stinking mouth… to think that I trusted you with everything in my company”
Sobs and more sobs
“He tried but God saved me…”
These were the bits of voices that filtered from the MD’s office to the pool office, whose occupants were MD, Madam and Martyns and before the others could understand what was going on, “Patrick! Get me security immediately” the MD bellowed from the intercom.

Everyone watched as Martyns was dragged off out of the office by the security to the waiting Police van.

Genesis 39: 4 – 20

Words in Pidgin English:
1 If I was interested in getting married, I would have chosen either Makamba or Nkechi and not someone else’s property! Please allow me breathing space Madam Kate!”
2 We were like you until hard times come on us. No one will advise you when it is time.”
3 “What happened? You have come with one of your unusual stories”

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Freedom Fridays The Word

#FreedomFriday – Meeting with Destiny

Who did you meet today and how did you treat them?

Humming to herself ♫I don get alert, God win!♫ while trying to balance the empty Jerry can on her head, as she scrolls through her phone. Even though there was no one else on the path that leads to the Borehole, she rolled her waist nonetheless. With time, she had gotten use to her pseudo-model steps that sends out messages to whosoever that looked her way. “And why won’t they mind their business?!” She thought to herself. “I’m married, yet these men won’t leave me alone. After, their wives will stay up late in the night praying fire and brimstones on their own head because I didn’t go after anybody’s husband, God knows my intents are pure” and she laughs mischievously at such preposterous thoughts.

I don get alert, God win! ♫ She continues to hum away and then she hears his baritone voice,

“Please may I have some water to drink?”

“You people have started again o! Now your wives will not come and pull you away. Shebi, I came to this Borehole by this time to avoid stories that touch, yet you timed me and waited till I got here. Abeg, park well.”

Laughing at her ridiculous insinuations, he continues “If only you knew who was asking you for this untreated Borehole water, you would have offered to buy chilled bottled water for him instead.”

“Typical male chauvinist behaviour, you don’t even have a water bottle or money, but a well-grounded bad mouth! ‘You would have offered to buy chilled bottled water for him instead, indeed!’” she sighed as she repeated with mockery in her voice. “Are you better than our Oba that drinks from this Borehole, or the Chairman that installed it for us many years ago?” she queried.

“You still don’t understand me. If you did, you would have literally begged me to give you this water, so you won’t be thirsty again. Besides you won’t have to come to the Borehole, it will be coming out by itself for you at home.”

“Wonders shall never end!” Martha exclaims (Sitting down with her left hand over her jaw and lost in thought, her eyebrow almost connect in a frown, she begins to calculate in her head) “Imagine having that kind of source, I will not only have water flowing from my home, I will avoid these troublesome women that come to the Village square to fetch water. Who knows, I might even start my own water board company. See money!” (Smiling and nodding her head at the bright prospects before her that she failed to realise that she had spoken her thoughts out loud.)

“Pardon me?” he says and her dream quickly evaporates.

“I was just thinking aloud”, (she eyed him upset at the intrusion, but then, understanding the implication of what he has just said, she swallowed the rebuke that was at the tip of her tongue and said nicely) “Sir, give me this water so I won’t have to come here anymore.”

Amused at how quickly she began addressing him with courtesy, he said to her “Go and call your husband, and come with him.”

“Hmmm”, (with grimace) because I asked for water, now you want to know my husband, what gives you the impetus? I have no husband jare, if you no wan give me water, bone. Nah condition make crayfish bend.”

“You have said the truth. You were married to five men before now and the one you are with now is not even your husband.”

“Who told you?! That’s how they go about peddling stories about me in this village, God will judge them. Abi, you be winch? Nah joke o!

“No offence taken”, he replies as he joined her on the stone, they spoke about the life she lived, her community, the intertribal-wars and her personal struggles with the women of Ibak Community and the possible solutions. Oblivious of the time, they spoke on and the more interested in him Martha became.  images


His friends returned from their shopping and met him with the lady, each man to his thoughts.

“We haven’t been gone for long and he has already found himself a companion, no dulling”

“Who is this woman he is talking to? And they seem so engrossed in the gist.”

“Is it not that notorious woman that many women hide their husbands from?!” Chai!”

“Hello guys” she says sweetly and hurriedly pushes past them. “I have to tell my ‘men’ about this man, he might be the real deal after all.”

John 4: 7 – 42

Words in Pidgin English:
1. I have gotten a bank alert, God’s got the victory
2. Slang meaning “Didn’t I”
3. Please behave yourself
4. I do not have any husband, if you won’t give me water, forget it. It is by design that the shrimp is bent over.
5. Are you a wizard? I was only kidding.

I checked up on Seasoned Sistah 2 and she’s slowly but surely going through her programme. I have missed her writing, but she’ll be back soon. At this period, we will just have to make do with her last two posts and pray she gets better and better. Take the needed rest and returns refreshed. Hugs to you Yvonne 🙂

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Freedom Fridays

Freedom Friday on a Monday – A Costly Glance

Today’s Freedom Friday is on a Monday…that’s what FREEDOM is all about, but my sincere apologies for being too busy to gather my thoughts together. But I’m here now. Mercy asked, forgiveness received 🙂

Lost in thoughts, oblivious of the wind or the sand that danced around his feet; caught up in the vicious cycle of melancholic thoughts that bombarded his space. A shiver ran down his spine and he realised that the winds were strong and it had actually lifted his *wrapper. “Hmmm, I better get in before it starts to rain”, he soliloquises. From a distance, he watches as the two dots he had focused on earlier whilst in thought, become men walking towards him. “Strangers definitely! I wonder what they are doing in these parts”.

“Welcome”, Adu says to the two men, “you are new around here, your dressing gives you away”.
“You have a keen sense of observation and you seem nice. Actually, we have come because of you!”
Adu’s eyebrow rose in surprise and a questioning look passed swiftly across his face. But before he could voice his questions, they continued. Thinking about it now, after all these years, it was the senior one that spoke on.

“Your crops die, your livestock and source of livelihood diminish because of the many atrocities and abomination done in this land and we have come to cleanse it”.
“Cleanse?” Adu queries, “How do you intend to achieve that? Yes, yields have been bad, but we thought it will pass soon. After all, I had chosen the best part of the land and it was green all through the year. I’m not sure when or where it became bad” He answered truthfully, filled with sadness. “Our exchange rate was good, when compared with other leading currencies of the world. Now, I’m not sure what to make of it. That is why you met me here, actually this is my thinking spot.”
“Not a problem Adu, we will work on all that”
“But how did you know my name? I haven’t introduced myself to you yet. Forgive my manners. I am Adu, Son of Aban, and Cousin to Luckie who lives on the other side of the Sahara. And who are you?”
“Servants of the King, His fixers”
“I’m not sure I understand you, but you are welcome to stay in my house tonight and eat the little we have with my wife and two daughters. Come let us go in for the winds are getting stronger. Perhaps, the gods will send rain and have mercy on our land yet again.”

**“Bros Adu, make you open door bring those bros them come outside. Dem get to drop today today”.
***“Una no dey carry eye see person? Abeg make all man return to him house” If una dey find were to tief or commit, no be for here!”
He remembers how in a split second he was almost mugged and by some stroke of luck he was dragged back into the house. Hmmm, what a night that would have been.

“Woman, hurry up let’s go! Beauty and Peace, please leave all those skimpy jeans and carry something that you can wear anywhere. We are running behind schedule. After last night, you shouldn’t desire to take anything from this place. Hurry up let’s go before it is destroyed!”
Mama Peace interjects “but Papa Beauty, I won’t leave all these my expensive wrappers behind o! ****Which kain thing be this? Where we dey run go?”
“Woman, don’t question my authority. If you are not ready I will leave you behind.”
“But I’m expecting Mama Nkechi to bring the Asoebi for Nnenna’s wedding and now this?” She complained bitterly. “She was to call me back with updates since morning, I wonder what is keeping her”, she mutters as she carries yet another bundle of wrapper and blouse and adds to her already heavy load. Thinking aloud, “at least, I can re-sew some of these into gowns or something else when we get to where we are going”.

As they hurry pass the city gate trying not to make their exit obvious to by-passers, Adu reiterates the ‘Fixers’ warning for the umpteenth time – DO NOT LOOK BACK, as we step out of here no matter what. Our lives here are over and we are going to build a new one out there.

From one street to the next, ducking from prying eyes. Mama Peace tries to catch up. Intermittently repositions the load on her head. Smiling at her achievements of being wise enough to carry a handful of her gold trinkets. Those she can sell and use the money for something else before Adu finds another job to sustain them. “I don’t even know why we allowed those men into our home, now our lives are changed forever. My prospective son-in-laws refused to follow. I can’t blame them. By the way, good riddance to bad rubbish I never really liked them anyway!” She huffs and puffs on.

“Excuse me boss, you have a message!” Mama Peace gasped, she could never miss that ring tone. I’m sure it’s Mama Nkechi and she reaches for her mobile phone that she had put in between the wrapper on her waist and it was nowhere to be found. “Excuse me boss, you have a message!” it cried on and it occurred to her it was a short distance behind her. “DON’T LOOK BACK!” Adu’s earlier warning sounded in her ears at the same time. And she thought to herself, he is in front of me and won’t even notice I blinked.

In that instant, the bundles of wrapper on her head, the blouse on her body, the wrapper on her waist, the slippers on her feet became crystallised and before she could beckon to Adu, her voice ceased and there she stood her things and all and the phone kept ringing, “EXCUSE ME BOSS, YOU HAVE A MESSAGE!”
Genesis 19:1-26

Please read up on Seasoned Sistah 2 vacation. It is full of life and memories

*Wrapper: A piece of material, usually wrapped (probably where we got the name) around the chest or waist area of the body, in a way that it allows free movement. It is a traditional wear in some parts of Nigeria but general everyone or home has a wrapper. Useful as a cover cloth or to carry stuff on the head.

Words in pidgin English:
**Brother Adu, please open the door and bring your guests outside and let us ‘meet, take valuables etc’ from them
***Is this how to receive guests? Everyone should return to his house, there is no room for robbery or vandals here!
****What kind of situation is this? Where are we running to?

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