Rural rugged was over and we mounted the ‘open heavens’ back to the family house.

I was now comfortable climbing in the truck even though it swayed from side to side on the untarred road. I had two agenda; a cool bath and a long sleep since these were considered luxury during the outreach.

I had been in the kitchen and I smelt of smoke, thick smoke so I knew I needed a thorough bath.
Somehow, I wondered how I still reserved strength enough to pull through another three days devoid of sleep.Welcoming the new corpers back in the zone involved more cooking and early rising.We had travel down for the outreach two days before and quickly, I found my way to the little classroom that served as a kitchen.
I joined other ‘mamas’in the kitchen but remembered I also had to justify my being at the outreach.
I took a little break off the ‘martha’ ministry to speak to a group of boys. The outreach was awesome in all.

On arrival in the family house, I hurriedly exchanged a few pleasantries and found my way down the long hall to the room I had occupy with other sisters since our arrival two days before.I almost ignored the sisters who were already engrossed in a chit-chat and found my way to the bathroom.My next agenda was sleep.
I returned and met the sisters still engrossed in their discussion, sisters sha!I plannned to have a long sleep but not too long so as to prepare for my departure to lagos the next day.

Four hours later ,I awoke but it seemed as though I had taken only some few minutes nap, I needed more!Nonetheless, I sat up and joined the sisters who had actually woken me up with their unending chatter.They were watching a film on a laptop and I thought to join them this time.
The ladies gisted on and on about how the brother who had abandon the sister he was engaged to(in the film) deserved the punishment he got at the end of the film.I marvelled, ahan!these sisters suddenly forgot they were christians o! and the scripture said that the lord is ‘gracious and merciful,slow to anger and plentous in mercy'(psalm 103:8),abi?
It was night fall now and I slidded away from the company of the sisters.
I feeling sleepy again(I knew that sleep was not just enough)
I slidded back to my tiny bed, struggling to set my alarm.

4:00am was the time I anticipated, I needed to depart early enough.

Anxiety filled me each time i thought of my travel back to lagos, I had miss a lot and I wanted to do a lot , my DP was already updated two weeks before, ‘Eko ile, can’t wait to be home!stayed on my profile for almost a week.It was home all the way.

I heard a sound through the thick darkness, I could not even make out what part of the bed I dropped my phone before I dozed.I managed to see a figure and I quickly asked, ‘what’s the time, please?’4:45am,the voice replied, my God! ‘barely some minutes left before devotion’I said to myself.I jumped out of bed like I could make my way,struggled through the darkness like someone who had lost sight. I could now see the person who answered me, it was ‘CBN’, I quickly borrowed her torch, undressed and ran to the bathroom.This time, I did not mind sharing the bathroom with two other sisters who were also travelling that morning.
‘Aunty’ was already calling, ‘sisters, come out, it’s time for devotion, please come out o, I was battling with brushing my hair now, she opened the door, and saw i was the only one left in the room,she gave me a knowing look, ‘rijau mama,’ she warned, she shut the door back and I hurriedly concluded my dressing, grabbed my bible and hurried down the large hall.

‘You have to get another phone o!I know it’s all this pinging, pinging that ran your battery flat ‘we almost thought something was wrong, my mum complained,anyway thank God,’ she added. I knelt to greet her and she only ignored my greeting to continue praising God for my safe arrival.
‘Is anybody happy to see me’, I announced, almost to myself.
The reception was not as grand as I thought,I almost thought an entourage would await me, I mean, I had been away in the ‘hell-dreaded’north for 3months! a consolation, at least, my little nephew jumped and ran around me, someone welcomed me afterall.
All the same, I was home, home, sweet home!
The night was over and I thought to have my devotion before the kids awoke,I needed my bible and so I tip-toed to avoid alerting them from sleep. I did not even bother to unpack my belongings on my arrival.
‘My bible, my bible….I searched frantically and oh !did I use it in the bus?No! I used my mobile.
I could remember clearly, it was beside my bed back in the family house and after that, I used it at the devotion, oh no! Did I drop it while I………gosh!I finally settled between using another bible and using my mobile.I went for the former.
oh!my bible, I picked the ‘yoruba versioned’ and dragged myself back to the living room.It seemed my much anticipated devotion was watered down,I went through it sluggishly.
It seemed a connection had been broken.I wanted my bible, there I had my reading plan well mapped out, my favourite scriptures I had marked out especially as I was yet to improve on my memorising of chapters and verses.My bible was so perfect that I knew where every scripture I needed from my marks alone.
I struggled through my devotion for many days running, until now.
My story is funny, isn’t it?This got me thinking especially as another friend narrated a similar ordeal to me.
Why do we attach so much to our personal bibles that it’s hard to use another one.Sure, there would certainly be a bonding from regular usage, or did it mean that the presence of God is glued to our bibles that without it, we disconnect? Certainly not! I don’t think am too quick too conclude if I say it’s a devise of the enemy.I think he has fashioned a way to get us attached to one thing, to make us think we are so diligent with reading the word, with one particular bible that it always seems we get it flowing whenever we are with it so much that we are not thesame without it.At this point, we lose touch, the connection breaks, and he(the devil) comes in subtly and sows some seeds and crawls away again.
For this time, we find it hard to get back and if we do not take extra care, those seeds begin to grow!
Its so amazing, that in this case, one would never have thought a bible could cause a backslide.
In another sense, there are many other things we develop a bond with that we can not do without.
For many, it’s our mobile devices.Thanks to technological advancement, you can do almost everything you want on your mobile, except sleep and eat of course, who knows!maybe soon, we would have phones with downloadable eateries’ and ‘sleeping beds’,very funny!
Some people even sleep on their phones! yea…ask facebook, are there not some particular people you always see around? They always have something to contribute to the platfrom, whether useful or otherwise.
Finally brethren, I urge you by the mercies of God(according to bro.paul) to be on your best guard, to watch and pray because if the devil could use something I least thought, something I thought he would dread, a holy book!then,he can use anything.

Maybe you think you are so up there and this does not just apply to you, well, I have been there too.
Sometime, I prayed that God would take away whatever I was too attached to, I prayed it, but with a careless abandon believing I could never get attached to any thing except my saviour.

You may have many bibles and think you can not particularly be attached to any one, but hey! It could be something else, it could be your bible still,remember, the enemy roams about seeking whom to devour, he never takes any rest, he walks to and fro the earth, observing our ways of life and swapping his old strategies for new ones.
A hymn reads ‘ask the saviour to help you, he will carry you through’.That, I think should be the simple prayer to this ordeal.

As for me,though I lost my bible, yet ‘christ in ME,my hope of glory’.My last note:


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Road to Ephesians 2

Hey, your girl is around again!

You won’t believe this, in only a week’s interval! I just heard drums rolling in the background for me.Lol

First off, I’d like to give honor to whom honor is due(how we said it in those primary school debates)I really appreciate the few but deeply intended comments on my last post.My ‘oga’ at work; Mrs Babalola, God bless you ma.You don’t know how much that encouragement meant to me.

Thanks Tobi, Abuchi and a lot of people that sent me personal messages of how sharing my journey in the past year encouraged them.These comments are the reasons why I think I can come back in a short while.God bless you all.

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‘this is for you………


So I continued on this journey to discover God’s love.Once more I had this desert experience, the last time I had an experience like this was during my service year in 2013.It was easy to make a decision that i wanted to stay back in Northern Nigeria, because i wanted a new experience and adventure but God intended it for something different.

Instead of just Northern Nigeria, i was posted to an interior part of Niger where we hardly had electricity or even network.It was so frustrating that at some point i knew i lost connection with the world.i just accepted fate and settled into my missionary experience.

It was at this time, I was able to meet and teach girls in two different secondary schools about early marriage and HIV, i also got the chance develop proper assessment questions for biology in the boys secondary school I taught.We also started a student fellowship and taught the boys the word of God for the time we were there, it was a short time and a lot of forces were against us but I can’t deny that the impact has been incomparable to nothing so far.

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I believe that this is what happens when we decide to let God take the lead, sometimes, he just might throw you into a desert over and over again, until you grow into ‘his full stature and measure’ vs

Our moving from the area I had grown all my life was the major aspect of my life that took a lot.I didn’t even believe it would until i began to feel the being alone in a whole building or traveling long distances back home alone. I started making new friends in my new church and I was learning New creation realities really fast.It was also at this time, I had the privilege to minister in the things of the spirit.I had always gone on outreaches but this was different.This time, I was well taught, I understood that the power of God was dwelling in me, I wasn’t thinking it would come from some ‘above’. I think my faith was growing.


Remember I said at this point of my life, I had made plans on how I wanted to live a fulfilling life and get married in some 4 years from last year, but God does have a huge sense of humor(my friend said this and I . totally believe her now)

I had saved up a lot the year before and most of it went into erecting our new building which my mum and I moved into including contributions from my siblings.My next step was to save up for my self, I was already mapping out businesses i wanted to do and companies I wanted to erect, to give it a nice word, I was getting ruthless.

It seemed I was on a suicide mission to be successful, I was doing ‘side hustles’ after work, did a few writing jobs and got stipends, I was ready to abandon it and start my own content creation, I wanted to cook for people and get paid, I was just ruthless.I was learning a lot about using my ministering gifts at church as well, I was taking risky transportations cos i usually was out till very late, yet I would wake up very early and head out again.

I would just take a break and share with you the lyrics of one of the songs i encountered before another major event happened for me:

Before I spoke a word, You were singing over me
You have been so, so good to me
Before I took a breath, You breathed Your life in me
You have been so, so kind to meOh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God
Oh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine
I couldn’t earn it, and I don’t deserve it, still, You give Yourself away
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God, yeahWhen I was Your foe, still Your love fought for me
You have been so, so good to me
When I felt no worth, You paid it all for me
You have been so, so kind to meAnd oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God
Oh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine
And I couldn’t earn it, and I don’t deserve it, still, You give Yourself away

Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God, yeahThere’s no shadow You won’t light up
Mountain You won’t climb up

Coming after me
There’s no wall You won’t kick down
Lie You won’t tear down
Coming after me
There’s no shadow You won’t light up
Mountain You won’t climb up

Coming after me
There’s no wall You won’t kick down
Lie You won’t tear down
Coming after me

There’s no shadow You won’t light up
Mountain You won’t climb up
Coming after me
There’s no wall You won’t kick down
Lie You won’t tear down
Coming after me
There’s no shadow You won’t light up
Mountain You won’t climb up
Coming after me
There’s no wall You won’t kick down

Lie You won’t tear down
Coming after meOh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God
Oh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine
And I couldn’t earn it, I don’t deserve it, still, You give Yourself away
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God, yeah

If this was a tv show, I would have said ‘welcome back from the commercial break’.

Lolz.Anyway, that was one of the many other songs that kept me in the ‘assurance’ of God’s love for me.You may wonder why that was a big deal for me, I soon learnt that the devil battles our minds and he first attacks the salvation we received in christ, he tries to make us feel worthless and guilt-full.

Many times, I needed to remind myself of those words not only because of being emotionally abused in my past relationship, I knew I had a lot of childhood memoris that had to be cleansed with the realities of the love of God.

‘no longer slaves’ is another one and the list is endless.

lyrics here;

No longer slaves by Bethel music

You unravel me, with a melody
You surround me with a song
Of deliverance, from my enemies
Till all my fears are goneI’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of GodFrom my mothers womb
You have chosen me
Love has called my name
I’ve been born again, into a family
Your blood flows through my veinsI’m no longer a slave to fear

I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of GodI am surrounded
By the arms of the father
I am surrounded
By songs of deliverance
We’ve been liberated
From our bondage
Were the sons and the daughters
Let us sing our freedomYou split the sea
So I could walk right through it
My fears were drowned in perfect love
You rescued me

And I will stand and sing
I am the child of God
You split the sea
So I could walk right through it
You drowned my fears in perfect love
You rescued me
And I will stand and sing
I am the child of God (yes I am)I am a Child of God
I am a Child of God (yes I am)
I am a Child of God (full of faith yes)
I am a Child of God
I am a Child of GodI’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God


At a point, I had been on talking with someone and this seemed like an avenue to help me achieve my many ambitions.

I felt I had a consultant, someone that could advise me on the best business strategies I needed and create networks for me as well, but as I said earlier, God has a very huge sense of humor, right?

After talking on the phone for a long time, we spoke for almost 4 hours the first time we went out( I didn’t even consider it a date, it would have rather been a business meeting because we talked about nothing else or maybe just a bit of other things)This was a harmless friendship to me and there was nothing else to it for me until we, well…started talking almost too regularly like everyday and almost all evening and through the night . it felt like meeting a new best friend.Until a friend of mine literally shoved it in my face once, it was like waking up from a slumber when she said ‘this guy likes you’ and I’m like, ‘ughh’

I also remember telling her the words jokingly that I was in a recovery . phase and that relationship was out of the way for me and I meant it.

I still had a lot of things i wanted to enjoy , I wanted to be an example that being single and living the best of it was possible,I thought being in a relationship would spoil that.My friends suspicions became true and we moved from one episode to another.


I saw that God prepared all those lessons in finding his love for me and this made me raise my bar very high, to say the least, I acted like a spoiled brat around the ‘bro’. I also hoped it would scare him away, but it was not what I thought.

It was at this time, I knew i had been set up by God, there was no escaping anywhere as this man seemed to how worthy I was before God and he always echoed it to me. It seemed like God sent someone else to emphasize all he told me in the book of Ephesians and the songs I . worshipped with.

This was an additional voice that told me how he thought i should be loved, he also understood that God had this reckless love for his children and our conversations became extensive.

However, i still told God that he had not given me a sign and a word about him so i told the brother that ‘God did not approve him for me’, he felt dejected and we moved on.We didn’t stop talking and he said he wasn’t leaving.

I was sure it was still harmless and we would best end up as best friends, until I lost sleep one night after a long day at work, it was very unusual and I went to find a space to pray.

I literally looked up to sky and screamed to God as to why he had taken sleep from my eyes.I knew God kept tugging my heart about the ‘bro’ and when I probed further, he gave me the word that ‘Love itself was faith’ he told me I had to believe that if I made this choice, he was with me on it, that he considered me a ‘Son’ and my heart was his heart, so he wouldn’t withhold any good thing from me. It was like we had a table talk, I heard him ask me the question, ‘if you had to choose without waiting for a yes from me, would you ‘accept’, I answered in the affirmative and then i heard him clearly ‘then i do not disapprove’.

He taught me that night that he wanted to draw me so close to his heart . that whatever my heart beat for was his heart beating same and if I had any iota of doubt, it was the-same doubt he had.I think i fell on my knees or cried, I can’t remember which one.

The hurdle was now saying ‘yes’ to the brother i had shoved a ‘No’ at.

It wasn’t difficult because the bro kept asking me and spoke to some people I was close to as well( which annoyed me at first) then like he had been eavesdropping on the conversation I had with God, he spoke the words again to me ‘Love is like faith’, i was going to look at him and say, ‘how dare you, you have been sneaking up on my conversations, ughh?, but why not, we had one father and one spirit.

The rest they say is history.

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My journey to Ephesians doesn’t stop and if you ask me, i wouldn’t have thought I would go through this alive but God takes us from one step of glory to another, isn’t it?

till i see you again, i . remain………..(how do I sound like those TV . presenters again?)

It’ s a continuous journey in faith and I hope i can still share more as God takes us closer to being like him.


-I will be doing some new things to this blog, first will be;

*my first feature of a couple who have greatly inspired me

*next is a series of my experiences in public buses, I would be dedicating the posts specially to my Asst. principal who has been of immense encouragement to me.

Lastly, i would be renovating or cleaning up and tidying this room of grammatical errors and other grammar germs and maybe a little upgrade to a website.

Thank you for reading all the way.

God bless you.

Road to Ephesians

Hey people,

I can’t believe I’m finally doing this! In my head, I had visited my blog a thousand times over and put up this post. In fact, I created 3 drafts with titles alone which I only just deleted a few minutes ago. Remember I said I’m a ceremonial writer, not only that I just informed my WhatsApp people that ‘all ye terrestrial powers of my blog are giving me a homecoming tonight, right?

So let’s do this. I checked that the last time I posted was ‘December 23rd, 2017’

what a long time to be away. This post is going to be centred on transitions that happened in that time and more, I also discovered I have a belated blog anniversary, my first post ever on this blog was ‘February 2nd, 2013,

that’s some whopping six years!

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please have yourself some, zobo would soon be here.

I’m even contemplating if this post should be in series.

I should have been a worldwide celebrated blogger by now, right?

Anyways, there is a way everything seems to be going right for you and it’s all smooth, your spiritual life is sound, your salary is paying your bills, you are pursuing your passion, your friends and family love you and it’s all well until boom, you get waylaid on this ‘road-smooth’ by God and it’s like he knocks you down in his Ferrari Jeep, throws you up into the sky and you fall off, landing on concrete, and for a year and 2 months you get admitted in his hospital of ‘reckless love’.

Sometime around April 2017, I guess, I had this experience in a public vehicle that did not seem like it would amount to anything. It was my birthday and I had gone on one of my money making ventures on this Saturday. I got into the ‘danfo’ heading back home but before that, I looked on at this lady that wore a blue dress and loved how it looked on her. I was just hoping to get in front of her so I could see the face as well. We got to a stop and she was joined by a young man, I guessed he must have loved her dress and probably tried to talk to her.

All the same, I got into the bus and this lady in blue got in as well without the young man, I thought I saw them exchanging numbers and I hoped it was what I thought.

I had seen her face now and I just looked on, all the while her countenance was not an inviting one so I held on to tell her how I liked her dress even though she was now sitting beside me. I was looking ahead to how I wanted to celebrate my birthday at home and your girl was full of joy.

We got to a popular bus stop and this lady made to alight. The buses usually had a technic to alighting because of how the. seats were but  somehow that I couldn;t explain, this lady used my foot as her platform for stepping out of the bus, it wasn’t any better than she was wearing blocked heels, in a way, she stepped on my foot in a way that looked like it was purposeful, pulled and ground while making her way out of the bus.

I was screaming in pain and nobody seemed to be giving any attention, lest the lady, this was a case where some Nigerians I know would have engaged in a battle, the ‘remnant of my ‘unsaved’ mind told me to hit her from behind or yank her back, but did i even have the guts to do that? I tried to look out the window if she would look back in apology but it seemed she couldn’t be bothered, which made my pain even worse.

I got home to a sore foot and even managed to walk. I couldn’t have had a more horrible birthday.

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I felt better eventually because a friend at that time got me a beautiful cake but that’s a story for later.*wink.

How it started……………..

I ended a relationship in December of 2016, at that time, I told God it was a new ride for him and me, there was no thinking of ‘man’ for at least another four years and what I wanted now was to enjoy this ride of self-discovery. It was hard pulling myself out of the relationship alone because we were intense and I thought at that point that it was finally ‘God’s plan’.

It was good enough for me to step out and start a ‘love yourself first’ discovery path.

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Unknown to me, it was at this time I was waylaid. Now that I understand, I would have gone wild on the ‘loving yourself’ and be loud about it, because my lord master knows the adrenaline machine in me starts pumping once I get a new vision.

To save me from disgracing the ‘heavenly crew and family’, because I was almost going to start. vlog about it and I was screaming it everywhere. I was taken down the path of the discovery of God’s love for me from that incidence. The room was in the book of Ephesians and this opened a new island of my realisation of God’s love for me.

16 That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man;

17 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love,

18 May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height;

19 And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fullness of God.

20 Now unto him, that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,

21 Unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen.

It was not enough for me to have been saved and baptised in the blood, never did it make sense to me, that my being saved meant ‘I was saved eternally’.In my learning, I was the one that had to work to maintain the relationship but everything changed when I discovered the flip side, how God had it all sorted for me.

To some, this period would have been one they would term a ‘mid-life crisis’.


From there, everything happened to like to test me on this road. My job wasn’t satisfactory anymore, I thought I had to take a halt on my spiritual life; unlearn and re-learn, we had to move out of our house that we had lived in for years and life just became blank.

My ex tried to guilt trip me that I could never find someone better including a lot of trash of how I was the problem. It was a lot to handle at once and in this all, it was hard to hear God taking me deeper and deeper to the depths of his love, how discovering his love to me was the first point before screaming to the world to love themselves. I wasn’t even sure because I sometimes even fell into depression whenever my ‘ex’s’ words came back to me. I knew God wanted me to leave the relationship in 2016 and I obeyed but I didn’t know he was calling me further to learn how I could receive love and give it.

Neither here nor there………….

The discovery of his love was the starting point to the discovery of self-love, in fact, there was no self-love outside this. Things were happening still and I almost thought my heart stopped, there I was struggling with two sides of Christianity. One I had been saved into, the other, I had encountered. Even though I heard the words each time of how I was loved, it still difficult to come to terms with. I wanted to go back and I wasn’t sure of going forward in this new discovery, so I just halted. I practically put my life on pause. I stopped. reading my bible because it was now confusing. My former study style was reading a verse and screaming ‘thank you for speaking lord’, now I came to more light reading in context and I couldn’t believe it. had discovered a new church too and occasionally slipped there, it was any better than I got critics about how I could believe God’s undying love for me irrespective of what I did. I was juggling between two doctrines and at this time, I shared my discovery with some of my friends and got a cold shoulder, that was when I totally slipped into my shell and went to the hibernation mode. It was a lot to deal with that my friends and I were no longer going to agree on doctrine which was what bound us, the second was that I had to decide whether to leave the church where we had all worshipped.

The move………………..

I was still in between until moving our house became paramount. I didn’t seem like anything until I tried to make it to my home church on two occasions and the distance took a whole one on me. I now had to face my decisions, my new church had a branch in my new location which was equally vibrant and somehow the decision was made for me.

continues in the next series………….


I said last year that I am a ceremonial writer, I mean, I almost write on a yearly anniversary and it makes me feel bad!

No, scratch that! I write some bits in other places but I mean I only put up posts here almost on a yearly basis.

Maybe I should quit my job and face writing squarely????????

Getting back from work everyday in this Lagos leaves one feeling like a piece of tissue, especially when you’v eaten and taken a bath.



Really guys, I need practical steps from anyone who combines a highly demanding job and a passion or business  by the side, I need this for 2018,mehn!

My job description in specifics:

1. Arriving work at 6:45 or 7:00 the latest for sanity sake.(This means you must have been up at 5:00 am or 5:30 if  Lagos state government has placed the bus-stop right in front of your gate like mine and you also have a mother that is willing to let you do a small cleaning and overlook the rest till the weekend)

When my alarm goes off at 5:00 am, I spend about 10 minutes convincing myself on the reasons why I should wake up and another about 10 minutes asking Jesus why life has to be so hard despite he dying for us.Most of the time, am out of the house by 6:10 am at the latest without makeup and without breakfast.

How harder can life get?Come Lord Jesus,come quickly!

I get to find out that am the luckiest in the breed.A number of people leave their homes at 4:30 am and some even 5, that means they wake up at what time???????

I once told a friend like this to just get home, take a bath, dress up for the next day in her work blazer and shoes, sleep in a vertical position since life is kuku already over, and walk out of the door once it’s 3am. Shioor!some people in Lagos don’t know that the world has come to an end for them, as in , they are already experiencing their own ‘THE GREAT TRIBULATION’

I’m a queen of diverting but back to what I was saying.You don’t want to arrive at 7:30 am in the midst of a crowd of children pumped up with energy sufficient for adults in a year.Second reason is to clear your backlog of the previous day so you do not lose your sanity.

2.  Leave a meeting that started at 7:30 am to pick children at 7:45 am from the playground who have reserved the best part of their energy for you.


3. Go through a routine with them for 10 minutes after they land their classroom and give a smile so the day begins well.While you are at this, shake your head and force a laugh at every chatting and recap of all the events that happened between the hours you last saw them.


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4. Close your eyes and tell your feet that it’s time for action.Tell your feet that ‘yesterday is gone’, plead earnestly for forgiveness on not leaving it in one position or even allowing it to sit. Tell your lips, to get ready to roll non-stop and your face, not to express what you feel. When you are done, tell your hands to hug your neck when it feels like yanking a little human, I bet, that would be better than if you indulged it.

5.  Take on your stage in front of your audience of minis, shake, roll, twist, clap, sing and start the process again if your performance did not bring out the right outcome.

6. Finally, stare at a cup of coffee until you forget recess is over and repeat the process all over with a liitle more rigorosity(is there a word like this sef)

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smile as the little humans wave goodbye at you while you are not even noticing all your hair flying off and you looking like one just coming out of a desert survival after 63 days.

7. Before you think the day is over, attend another staff training for one hour and finally settle to grade all the work you left during the day because you are also a monitoring spirit looking out for handwriting ‘gone South’ and children about to board aircrafts to alien islands in their imaginations.

Peep into your phone for the first time the whole day and reply le boo that you love him too and that you actually intend to start your relationship all over when it’s the holiday.







After I wrote, ‘The Pain of the Extraordinary’, I thought those were good enough lessons.

We taught the children about explorers and adventurers and we had to see some parts of the movie; Moanna to allow the children identify how people journeyed across several islands, as well as what rainforests looked like(this was a previous knowledge from a unit as well)

Of course, I didn’t place close attention when the movie was going on in class until I needed to while time away on one of my free days. I’m yet to check the producers of this movie but trust me; it is indeed a good stuff made with deliberate efforts to teach the power of resilience.

Asides, the great picture effect, the awesome animation, I hope anyone sees this movie with the lessons wrapped around reality and of course humour.

Why won’t you Journey beyond the reef?

Moanna’s father had been beaten by the hard storm of life when he lost his best friend in the sea. Therefore, he gave a rule that no one could journey beyond the reef.

This is so typical of life and circumstances we face and just like Moanna’s father we determine not to do certain things anymore. We settle on the ‘island’ and choose not to ‘Journey beyond the reef’ many times even spreading this philosophy to people around us saying things like in my case, ‘I would say, I am not really the social media person’. The truth of it was I had been all over social media once and been bullied to my bones on one of my posts so I shrunk. Until I discovered that this had informed my subsequent decisions, and had made me swallow up seemingly amazing posts that did not make it beyond my head. I began to see that no one fuelled their passion by accepting defeat.


After Moanna discovered that her people were voyagers and got the strength to finally Journey across the reef on her grandma’s death bed, she faced many obstacles and was close to death.

Getting the monstrous Malui to fetch the heart of Tefiti was beginning to look like an impossible task.

Another attempt at the creation story: Just as many other texts that have made an attempt to recreate the creation story, Moanna poses as one of it. ’Mother Earth’ was seen to be responsible for creation until her heart was stolen and lost in the depth of the sea by Malui.

This is the only reservation I have for the movie. The children of these days are quite unlucky with different creation stories being adapted from the original story in the Garden of Eden.

None born in my generation will easily forget ’My book of bible stories’, which was like a treasure to own. As Christians, it is imperative we teach our children the truth of the Gospel.

The voice inside: To avoid controversies, I choose to dwell quiet on ‘the voice inside’.

There is something that tugs at every creation to connect it to what it is supposed to be doing, let’s just stay safe and agree that ‘it’s that voice inside’ even though there is more.

Resilience-Moanna had between placing her stone on the mountain in preparation to take over from her father as the village chief, even though she got discouraged after her first attempt to Journey across the oceans.

The Gender role: I am particularly impressed that movie producers are beginning to realize the equality of Gender. We don’t want to groom children who think it’s only this our ‘fantastic’ boys that can heroes.

Arya stark in Game of thrones is one, but for an African setting, I think this is most exact, especially for for many children that may not have the opportunity of even exploring. Without knowing, some movies send a message to the unconscious mind that ‘heroism’ can only be attached to the male gender.

This is not to belittle the male gender in any way, but ‘boys’ sef, you people have always had it nah, ’superman, batman, spiderman, everything man, haba! give us space small, eyin feminists too, the works of your hands are speaking o!

SONGS: Who doesn’t love those songs? ‘oweh, oweh, (something, something-chopping mouth)

I especially love that one and every single thing about this movie was just pruned to the least detail.


I had a rough week and I was grateful it was Friday.

Earlier in the week, I had too many confrontations and it seemed like I was doing something wrong. I was accused of ‘doing too much and making it seem like others were doing nothing at all.’

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I was going to conclude after I spoke with a friend and comforted myself with the ’I owe no one an apology’ until it seemed unbearable.I didn’t understand how unbending people could get until it was shoved in my face like ‘sebi, you can do everything, oya keep doing it nah’,

I was constantly being ‘bullied’ into ‘doing all the work’ and when I tried to be a nice girl and make everyone happy, I didn’t realize someone was at a corner waiting to spring up when I made a mistake. I was truly hurt.
Still being grateful it was Friday and ending the week however it seemed, I was called to take a child to the clinic.

After being attended to, the nurse asked her why she looked pale. All the while, I was being unconcerned and still wallowing in my own pain, I took a few seconds to observe the child and I was ashamed that I didn’t see how truly she looked.

I drew her close and asked what was wrong. She burst into tears immediately and told me of how she was afraid that she would not take any prizes that year. She had been told things as ‘you have been getting all the prices since nah’, ‘is it only you?’

The eight year old was afraid of offending people, she didn’t want to lose her friends and their parents who ‘begged’ her to allow their children win some prices as well.
It was a really eventful week, I fought back my tears, I had to because I wanted to be strong for this child now.

Trolltunga Rock, Norway

Though I wish I didn’t hold back and cried, i wish I let her in that her teacher also understood what exactly she was fighting because I was fighting the same.
Above all, this was God saying to me ‘that there is no temptation that has overtaken you except what is common to man’,1 cor 10:13, and then I spoke to her like I would speak to myself, in the same words I had flung back:
‘that we owe no one an apology for being who we are’,

I told her not to give in to mediocrity because some persons couldn’t meet up with it’.

Everyone has a space and an opportunity to shine their light as bright as they wanted,

we needed no one’s permission, there was no bending to someone’s height, if they needed to be tall, they had to use the ladder(not la-la-la-la-la-ladder o, lol)

In all this, I noticed that people feel very uncomfortable when others go the extra mile to do things.
It’s really sad, and they do all they can to make that person accept ‘mediocrity’.

We all have equal chances; I think the problem here is that they wish they were the ones in your shoes. This is the reason why you must not stop. It’s not a problem of them wanting you to be a mediocre; they just wish they had the courage to fly high as well.

Finally I told her about what the bible says in Matthew 5:14-‘a city set upon the hill can never be hidden, no one lights a candle and hides it under a bushel’

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I was reminded that this was the Holy spirit playing back my own predicament to me in my ‘mini’ and providing a way of escape for me as well as making me speak answers out of my own lips.

This is a side note to:
take extra care for that child that seems to have no challenges,
brings home good grade, doesn’t reject bread as breakfast and makes mummy and Daddy happy.(I was that child)

sometimes check up on that friend that is always strong for others.

not always throw all attention to struggling students and leave the high flying ones unattended.

We all fight battles
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worship is the only thing that can keep me awake at almost 1AM.


“You call me out upon the waters,the great unknown where feet may fail.
And there I find you in the mystery,In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon your name, and keep my eyes above the waves,when oceans rise
My soul will rest in your embrace
For I am yours and you are mine

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Your grace abounds in deepest waters, your sovereign hand will be my guide.where feet may fail and fear surrounds me.
You ve never failed and you won’t start now.

And I will call upon your name, and keep my eyes above the waves,when oceans rise
My soul will rest in your embrace
For I am yours and you are mine

Spirit lead me where my faith is without borders,let me walk upon the waters,wherever you would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander and my faith will be…

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“You call me out upon the waters,the great unknown where feet may fail.
And there I find you in the mystery,In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon your name, and keep my eyes above the waves,when oceans rise
My soul will rest in your embrace
For I am yours and you are mine

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Your grace abounds in deepest waters, your sovereign hand will be my guide.where feet may fail and fear surrounds me.
You ve never failed and you won’t start now.

And I will call upon your name, and keep my eyes above the waves,when oceans rise
My soul will rest in your embrace
For I am yours and you are mine

Spirit lead me where my faith is without borders,let me walk upon the waters,wherever you would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander and my faith will be made stronger

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In the presence of my saviour”

This song spoke all into me at a point when I was coming out of my “walking on water experience”
I first heard it from sam abimbola’s friend.
I just loved the lyrics and how he played it and I thought it was a self composed song until I asked him about it and he told me.
I was later to realise that I only heard michelle onaolapo sing “spirit lead me where my trust is without borders” on one of our LF prayer meetings.

So I met Hill songs Ocean and in 2016,2017,and forever this song is remaining evergreen.

Right now,I have a 2nd top on my playlist “what a beautiful name”, by hillsong yet again.

I have a plan to fill my playlist with ” hill songs” alone.

One of the benefits of being a teacher is that after crazy unending routines with children,my children and I get a ‘whooping’ one week half term holiday. “Yipee!!!!!”



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What A Beautiful Name