Gimme gimme gimme…

Hi folks, it’s been five days since my last post. How have y’all been? I’ve been a bit busy, but trust me, y’all were on my mind… ๐Ÿ™‚

Have you ever been walking in the street and a scrawny kid just clings to you begging for money? Well, in my country, there are lots of immigrants from the neighbouring northern countries for whom begging is a culture, a lifestyle. So this little boy just came up to a man and held his hands, asking for money. He asked the boy to follow him home so he’d go to school and stop begging, and the boy promptly left him. His parents, who were sitting at a corner beside an old dilapidated building, quickly motioned to the boy to come back.

Then I looked at the parents. They appeared healthy, missing no limbs or any other body parts, and I wondered why people would be content with begging for a living. Even some disabled people would work for a living. And it occurred to me that it all had to do with the mind. Nobody would stoop to beg except if the person had already accepted that he/she did not deserve any better…like the boy and his parents refusing education and the means to a better way of life. I wondered how long they wanted to keep begging.

Like I said, it’s all in the mind: to do or not to do; to be or not to be. Sometimes we know what and how and when to do what to do, but a lot of times there’s what I call mental laziness…and when it happens, just tell yourself, like Nike puts it: JUST DO IT!

Cheers y’all…one luv!

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Colour galore!

2012 has come and gone, and a lot of things happened in our various countries: economic gebge, political brouhaha, and all that stuff. Thank God for His loving kindness and grace in our lives. But there is sha one thing that happened on the fashion scene last year (which if you did not notice, you are on a loooong thing!)…’Cos, seriously…the fashion scene was blocked! Like COLOUR blocked! Colours and colors of every shade imaginable (and unimaginable), in amazing combinations, were worn on the catwalks of the neighbourhoods and campuses in Naija (make I talk the one I see na ๐Ÿ™‚ ) As usual, we Nigerians took it to a whole new level. Yeah, we’re too much! Good people, great nation, abi no be so? Please feel free to feast on the pictures below. The first is a pictorial translation for colour blocks :)…and further down you’d see that even the menfolk have a superlative representation here… Are we still gon’ block colours this year? Even the rainbow looked drab compared to some outfits…:D

Peace.

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Jotta A: extraordinary!

The first time I heard Jotta A, he did not sound like a young boy, but like one who knows God loves him, and who loves God back, with every fibre of his being. I watched him sing Agnus Dei, and it was wow! When I got to hear he’d released his album, Essencia, and I got to watch this video from a friend, it was amazing to see him perform a song that was so deep. I don’t speak Portuguese, -still learning- but the song didn’t need language to grip my spirit and reach out to my soul: awesome!

So here you go peeps: Extraordinario by Jotta A.
If you’ve already seen the video, you’d know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, feel free to let yourself go in worship!

Audio: http://m.twebee.com/detail/EcLLJpDK/jotta-a-extraordinario-mp3.html

Video:
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And when you’re done, be sure to look for the album and buy online! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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“Clean-up”…now? :(

Whew! If you remember those Saturdays when Mom would make you clean the house from top to bottom, and your back would ache so much you’d definitely need a massage, then you grew up in a family like mine…every Saturday would be like this: 3 pots of soup cooked and a mountain of laundry tackled the same day, thank God for these days of modern appliances like the washing machine! ๐Ÿ™‚

That’s exactly why I don’t like working on Saturdays joor! Do the laundry on Thursdays and clean the house on Friday evenings, then go swimming on Saturday, now that’s my kinda thang! ๐Ÿ™‚

So whatever you did this weekend, I hope you sure had fun, cheers!

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Matters…

Have you ever been in a situation where it seems you’re the only one doing what you’re doing and believing in what you are believing, and everyone is questioning your actions, making you almost doubt yourself?

Well, be rest assured, you’re not alone. Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Robert Kiyosaki, Henry Ford, Aliko Dangote, Femi Otedola, Bishop Oyedepo, the Late Bishop Idahosa, Pastor Chris Oyakhilome, Pastor David Ibeyiomie, Wole Soyinka, the Late Gani Fawehinmi, Fela and Tara Durotoye, and all the successful people that you know, they all felt that same way at one point or the other in their lives, and look where they are and what they’ve accomplished.

Like I always say, there was a time everyone thought the earth was flat, even up to the extent Galileo was killed for allegedly being a heretic. Why? He KNEW it was round. Now he’s been proved right, time and time again.

So it matters what you know, what you believe. Let’s face it, in the end, on Judgement day, that’s all that matters.

It won’t matter that you married from your tribe or not, it won’t matter that you studied Engineering or Law like your father asked you to, it won’t matter that you took that Chieftaincy title, it won’t matter that you went to Havard, nor will it matter that you’re the most trending person on earth; all that will matter is what you believe in and what you did with your life as regards that belief.

So, my dear, highly esteemed readers…it does matter what you know…as long as you know the TRUTH about life and walk in it, everything contrary that anyone says to you is just noise.

Peace.

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Where are the love letters?

Before you start wondering which love letters I’m talking about, remember that boy in primary school who was always pulling your hair, teasing you and generally getting on your nerves? And the one in secondary school who used to send you those ‘ditto & doxology’ notes? ๐Ÿ™‚ Yeah! Those letters were hilariously cheesy! I remember the boys used to quote full Westlife, Boys 2 Men, and All 4 One songs…eesh! Then those gargantuan words copied and pasted from dictionaries that smelt as ancient as the words themselves…:D. As the Boys truly became Men, the language either changed to something much more mature, or that mushy part of their brains disappeared entirely ๐Ÿ™‚ Now with our fast-growing Information Technology, we’ve evolved from writing lengthy love letters by hand to typing text messages, e-mails and instant messages. Our love has gone techno!

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not advocating that we go back to those Nipost days, no. It’s just that, being as in love as I am with words and writing, it would be nice to see a hand-written note or card (oh how I love cards!) once in a while…being sent or being received, being bought in a store, being cherished…weaving its way back into the fabric of our lives. There’s a touch of humanity, a part of one’s personality that shows in our handwriting. The various emoticons on our messenger apps help us fill that void sha.

But wait o…what medium am I using to create this blog post? ๐Ÿ™‚

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New Year…new me… :-p

As I formally welcome myself to WordPress, I sit back and think about all the wonderful things I want to achieve this year…them plenny no be small! So, why did I start blogging? Is it because it seems to be the ‘in’ thing now? Nah, I can assure you, my dear, highly esteemed reader, that the above-mentioned reason is not the case here. I’m blogging because it’s like an itch, like “fire shut up in my bones” (to borrow the words of Isaiah,-abi na Ezekiel, or Jeremiah?-anyway, you know what I’m talking about *smile* ) I blog ‘cos I want to, absolutely have to let out these thoughts in my head, and add my voice and input to the millions providing solutions in this wonderful world of ours.

You see, thoughts are just thoughts until they’ve been put into action. Dreams are just dreams until our actions make them realities. Remember I told you about my plenny new year plans (people have made me avoid the word ‘resolutions’), and writing just finds its way to wriggle its lovely self into them…abi is the Lord telling me something? :-)…so I kuku said to myself, “Chymdii, oya o…do something about this!”

In the days before this amazing age of Information Technology, writers used to have these big hard cover notebooks filled with pages and pages of writing: twas really some ‘manuscript!’ But now everything is easier…so ain’t no excuse fo’ ya not to write! (Note to self).

So there, welcome to the New Me! I owe it to you, Dear Reader, to help you in the way that I can, in this wonderful journey of life, as I share my thoughts, quotes, poems, stories and everything that makes me me, (well, are you sure you want everything? *smile*), ok the best of me…it’s going to be a beautiful year together!
Cheers!

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