Showing posts with label hussle n flow.... Show all posts
Showing posts with label hussle n flow.... Show all posts

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Random but true...


I recall as a kid that a man in my village became unpopular for engaging in money rituals just to buy the 80's edition of the Honda Prelude. You wouldn't buy that car for 50k today.

I remember as a kid, my whole street converged to watch a truck deliver a very large satellite dish to my neighbor's house. Today a dish one tenth that size delivers 5 times the value and is in almost every student hostel room.

What of the Volkswagen Santana, Mercedes Benz V booth, all overtaken by Camry and Honda discussions? .... Vanity.

Old versus new
A friend declared drinks for the boys because he just launched the Nokia Communicator for over a hundred grand in 2002. Today that phone would embarrass the owner and is a joke compared to the low cost and everyday phone.

People still make the most amazing sacrifices over the vainest of things, make enemies over worthless material things. What can I say? Look back at that one thing you want to kill or die for today and see what becomes of it tomorrow.

Slow down with the sense of attachment and blind pursuit of things, for today's gold is tomorrow's copper...

- Anonymous, April 2012

Thursday, December 8, 2011

CELEBRATING XMAS THE NIGERIAN CHILDREN’S WAY IN THE ‘90s


Conductor suits,
Measured to size,
Hanging on hangers,
In Papa’s wardrobe,
Waiting to be worn,
For the festivities
Fill our thoughts
Making us eager to start Xmas earlier.

Oversize shoes,
Stuffed with tissues,
That will make us look,
Like Ali goes to school,
Is never an issue,
For even without laces,
They are like aces up our sleeves
And braces for our dresses.

Shiny plastic watches,
With shiny metal latches,
And silly looking faces,
But really looking gracey,
Lay on mama’s dressing table,
In very lovely plastic bags,
Begging to be worn,
Even before its specified time.

Mickey dark goggles,
With beautiful plastic frames,
Bought by grandma,
On her way from the village,
For her lovely little grandkids,
Lay on the refrigerator,
Blinking down like *shine-shine*
Under the Christmas lights in the sitting room.

Rolls of biscos,
Wraps of knockouts,
Bought with stolen money
Are packed under our beds
To be unleashed on passersby,
And also innocent girls we have crushes on,
As they walk out of the church
After the Xmas-eve service.

On Christmas day,
Like overstuffed teddies we walk,
Bouncing quaintly in our uncomfortable dresses,
And licking ice-skobi-skobi endlessly
While trudging from house to house,
In guise of seeing old-time relatives
But ending up with our tummies filled to bursting
And then spend the rest of the year nursing the effects of constipation.

If you never celebrated xmas the old-skool Nigerian children way,
You never knew what you missed.

© OLUWASEUN ADEGBOHUN 2011

Thursday, January 6, 2011

ME Ltd – Inspired for 2011

A lot of things crossed my mind as I was thinking of what to write exactly as my thoughts for the coming year.
My thoughts flashed back on 12months of 360days (or 365days in the current calendar numbering) and so many number of hours and seconds gone by in 2010. It has indeed been one heck of a year with a mix of excellent, very good, good and not so good things.

This year has meant a lot for me; I went on a limb and completely outside of my comfort zone, I had an addition to fill up my quiver (kingly & royal in nature) and I executed my priority for the year. It was not all rosy for me. In moving out of my comfort zone, I went through some dark time as well, very dark and very unpleasant. I tried to make changes this past year in service to others but it was thrown back in my face by the very people whom I sought to serve.
"I tried to make changes this past year in service to others but it was thrown back in my face by the very people whom I sought to serve."
This past year has taught me two very important lessons that I take with me into the coming year - 

  1. that I must live with the choices I make and not get so caught up in the consequences/blessings of those choices that I forget that it was my making.
  2. That in the grand scheme of things, I am the only person that matters, that I cannot afford to purvey my emotions and my feelings on account of others, that when push comes to shove, “Me Ltd” is eventually what counts.

These lessons do not necessarily proclaim self-'centeredness', but what I have seen tells me that in my service to others and in my bid to seek their better end, I must not lose sight of my personal goals and what I must gain in return.
In 2011, this is therefore my message –
  • Live with the end in mind, love with the end in mind, serve with the end in mind – an end that suits both those whom you serve, love/live for and your very self. There will be dark periods or people who want you to go with them to/through a dark place.
  • Make your choices wisely and if you will accede to their wish, then be certain of what lies at the end of that dark place for you.
  • Have a plan (not two nor three but one) that you will execute during the year and for which you will reward yourself at the end. I do not mean new-year resolutions. On the contrary, I mean something that is entirely yours to control and adds to your “Me Ltd”.
  • Create a place where only you have total control and give no room to anyone else in that place. This will be your venue for private victories and your place for private celebrations.

If you fail to have a personal agenda (however self-centered this may sound), then you will play to the agenda of others and find yourself a victim of their whims and caprices. So this new year, be wise, be quick and be nimble. Brighten the little corner where you find yourself and don’t be cumbered with brightening the whole world because you simply cannot (there are too many people who prefer their darkness and will do everything to keep it that way).

When 2011 is over (as it definitely will) you should be able to look back and say to yourself, “Me Ltd has done well, hip! hip! hip! HURRAY!!!!” and celebrate with a lot of pomp. May the year be good for you, may every darkness end in light for you, may your battles strengthen you more, may your choices be yours and not those of  others and may those(People and things) who will not stop at invading your place and spoiling your private victories meet with instant and swift judgment.

This and many more do I wish you. HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011

Written by:
Olajide Adetunji (Jan 2011)

Monday, June 21, 2010

Where are our intellectuals and our heroes? (By Sabella Ogbobode Abidde)

Intellectuals and intellectual pursuits are at the heart of most civilizations. In recent times, intellectuals have helped to shape national destinies, illuminate challenges, give pieces of advice to leaders and influence collective thinking. It is generally understood that any society without a bourgeoning class of intellectuals cannot truly flourish. Such a society, it is believed, may stagnate, regress or disintegrate. 


The western world is never short of intellectuals; and neither was Nigeria between the 1950s and 1980s. The west had the likes of Lillian Hellman, Henrik Ibsen, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Bertolt Brecht, Norman Mailer, James Baldwin, Jean-Paul Sartre, Noam Chomsky and Edmund Wilson. And Nigeria had the likes of Kelsey Harrison, Bala Mohammed Bauchi, Kalu Ezera, Chinua Achebe, Attahiru Jega, Wole Soyinka, Chike Obi, Alele Williams, Tam-David-West, Dipo Fashina, Eskor Toyo, Claude Ake, Kole Omotosho, Ade Ajayi, Tai Solarin, J.P Clark and many others.


Not only were the Nigerian titans gifted; they were rigorous, honest and resolute in their thinking and in their pursuits. They helped shape the nature and direction of the country and our institutions. Their writings and pronouncements influenced the output of policy makers. As brutal and unpredictable as the military establishments were, these titans, to a great extent, helped to keep them in order. 


Today, Nigeria is different. It is almost unfathomable how the nation went from great heights to low ebbs. Dr. Olayiwola Abegunrin, formerly of Obafemi Awolowo University, now a professor at Howard University, posited that the Nigerian military bear some of the responsibilities for ”destroying our institutions…by some of the policies they promulgated and pursued, beginning from the General Yakubu Gowon era.” Some of the policies they pursued, along with the coups and countercoups, helped weaken, and, in some cases, destroy our sense of nation-building and sense of self. 


Many of our national treasures were prosecuted, persecuted, harassed, jailed, or sent into exile; and in some cases, the military simply made life and living miserable and unbearable for them. Civilian administrations also contributed to the malaise. In the end, some of our best and brightest left in search of stability and greener pastures. Gradually, the distasteful and impermissible became permissible and sacred. It became okay to steal. It became acceptable to be a professional sycophant. It became fashionable to be an illiterate in a literate and globalizing world.


According to Mr. Sonala Olumhense, himself a member of the great-generation, ”the flip side of the coin - the ”absence of intellectualism” - is the ”presence of materialism” and the pursuit of the inconsequential. Such pursuits diminish the glory and prosperity of the country. In addition, we honour men and women lacking foresight and brilliance of mind and good character. We look up to, prostrate for and genuflect before men and women with inferior sensibility and dubious character. Great nations or nations of consequence have men and women at the front line of intellectualism and nation building. 


In more recent times, especially since the 1990s, the pool of home-grown intellectuals has greatly diminished; and so also has the pool of genuine heroes. Heroes can be found in all walks of life: men and women with unique achievements in sports, medicine and music; and in various fields, including our classrooms and battlefields. We had men and women who inspired us as children and as teenagers, to strive for the stars. These are people without whom our lives and joy would have been limited, our dreams stunted and our imagination blurred. Without these everyday heroes our lives may have turned out unfulfilled.


Heroes can be ordinary men and women, but with great courage and great strength and with life-altering contribution to mankind and our immediate society. In this instance, I speak of men and women of extraordinary political achievements. I speak of men and women who risked their freedom and their lives in the service of their country. I speak of men and women who answered the call of their people; and, in so doing, sacrificed their lives and desires and comfort so their people might proper and be free from the chains of humiliation, servitude and oppression. Every nation has such men and women.


Jamaica, for instance, speaks of Alexander Bustamante and Norman Manley. The British speak of Winston Churchill; the French remembers Charles de Gaulle; and the Americans remember Lincoln, Washington, Kennedy and others. The Senegalese, the Kenyans and the Ghanaians remember Senghor, Kenyatta and Nkrumah respectively. Africans in general will never forget men like Julius Nyerere and Nelson Mandela. Every country remembers and celebrates their hero - every country but Nigeria! 


Does Nigeria have heroes‘ day, national monuments or burial grounds for our heroes? Nigeria, it seems to me, is the only country that does not revere her extraordinary men and women. In contemporary times at least, we behave as though no man or woman ever sacrificed his or her freedom so future generations could have a better life. This repulsive attitude can be seen in the manner some Nigerians speak of their nationalists. And on the Internet, some Nigerian have developed the penchant for displaying their ingratitude and contempt for the country‘s heroes


Denigrating our heroes has become the pastime for some of these charlatans. But for our nationalists, Nigeria would have suffered the same fate as Mozambique, Angola, Guinea Bissau, Algeria and other countries that underwent untold hardship at the hands of their colonial oppressors. To mention the name Aminu Kano or Obafemi Awololwo is to draw a barrage of invectives and unpalatable adjectives. To mention Nnamdi Azikiwe is to invite scorn and ridicule. To speak of Tafawa Balewa is to open oneself to a barrage of tirade and ethnic slurs. 


Our heroes are humans. As humans, they made their fair share of mistakes. Come to think of it: they lived in a different time – a time of unspeakable brutality; a time when the colonial powers were interested mainly in exploiting the human and natural resources of Nigeria. It was a time when the colonialists engaged in vile survival strategies, a time of divide and rule. With sheer wisdom, intellect, good sense and common sense, our nationalists were able to free our land and our people. They saw to it that we got our lives and our dignity back. Therefore, whatever we are today we owe to a majestic group of men and women who, in spite of all their shortcomings and frailties, helped realize a free Nigeria.


Because Nigeria is what it is – we have no regards for our heroes. And then we wonder why no one wants to lay their life for a country that does not appreciate her heroes. Why we spend so much time abusing our national heroes is beyond me. Why we spend so much time questioning the motives of such men and women is beyond my wits. It is disgraceful, disrespectful and a dishonour to all the men and women who endured years and years and years of indignity at the hands of the British and their local collaborators.


Considering all that our heroes did for us, is this how we repay them? Is this how we honour their memories and all the sacrifices they and their families made on our behalf? We don‘t hear the Americans, the South Africans, the Canadians, the Australians, Germans and the French and others pilling insults on their national heroes, do we? Why should it be any different for Nigerians?


(Sabella Abidde lives in Montgomery, Alabama.)

Friday, January 1, 2010

Closing the GAP...


Wow, not sure I want to write about this...it's so hard to confess one's opportunity areas, especially if you had 365 days to make up and you still missed out on some things. I guess this one is going to be a very brief one, maybe I'll just discuss/write about personal development, self realization and/or focused improvement...that might make me feel better, at least for now.

I hate to admit it but I try more than once on too many things, loose focus, go back to self defeating habits one too many a time. I am strong willed, have a very strong sense of self belief, but it doesn't work on the little issues of life where its  most needed. As the word of God (and Swtzy) says "...it is not by power nor by might...", another good one can be found in Ecclesiastes 9:11 which reminds us the strong don't always win.

I don't have to meditate all night to know where I failed in 2009, NO!, the focus is why and reasons obvious. Truth is as I type this, I am using the opportunity to reflect about those little challenges I had to try more than once on and why, a lot of things are running thorugh my mind, I will list them down for further reflection, a reality check now, and later, as well as (maybe) help someone somewhere like moi.

So, why did I try more than once so often? This could be attributed (but not limited) to the following:

  1. Too much trust in myself, over-confidence in some cases
  2. Wrong association
  3. Temporary (albeit costly) loss in focus on my spiritual life
  4. Emotional challenges
  5. External factors...the environmental push
  6. A weak will...yes, sometimes I forget to remember my strong personality
So, what are the potential solutions?
  1. Firstly and most importantly, trust God (not self): 
  2. Improved focus on spiritual development, listen to messages (spiritual and motivational), go to church, get and stay close to a spiritual mentor.
  3. Deal positively with boredom, do some positive time utilization (e.g., blogging, meditation, reading, e.t.c.)
  4. If it does not help you be better, get rid of it!
  5. Do not allow your environment and people to get at you, always draw positives out of situations (Nigeria is not the worst place to be, people are still making things happen here)
  6. Look into a mirror, stop blaming the next person (be it in your love life, work, family, e.t.c.)
  7. Focus on the big picture, don't go for the proverbial 'bowl of porridge', it is never worth it on the long run.
I am feeling better and stronger already, praise God, guess it's a great new year after all...

Remember WHO you are and WHAT you want to be, don't give up and do not let anything and/or anyone discourage you. IT IS BETWEEN YOU AND GOD!!!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Too long a time away...too long!


I never knew it did take me so long to post a blog, I really can't understand/comprehend me not writing anything for so long...too long. I remember telling myself I did blog everyweek, on everything, anything, as long as it made sense and there was any iota of learning(s) to be shared.


A lot has happened since my last post, so much has happened and it has been, sincerely, more good than bad. I got promoted, got a pay 'hike', moved to Lagos permanently, got 2 awards at the annual 'P&G Grammys'. That is a lot of good, it gets better because my younger sister came back to Nigeria and not forgetting the grand celebration of life for Iya Ibadan in Sagamu...plentiful activity don waka o'.


That is as per the good, now the bad which includes breaking up with 'you know who', making up and then getting all possible grief a man can get. It is mos def not easy being a man, like an old juju music crooner sang in an evergreen yoruba song; "suuru la fi nse oko obirin". This translates to 'only with patience can you be a husband to a woman'...'m sure you are laughing out loud but it is very true. I have suprised myself to a large extent in recent times, suprisingly so. The struggle of settling down to Lagos life full time is another story on its own. Calling it a challenge is probably a gross understatement, costs are killing, traffic is crazy and pressure is 2ce as Nyce!!


It is not that I am complaining about the fact that most of the last two months have been spent shuttling hotels, I am just worried I will end up on the streets of Lagos (God forbid) if something does not happen within the next 2 weeks. I don't want to discuss the costs, I don't want to remember the fact that its a 500% upcharge to my Ibadan costs, as it could make me run, resign, retire or relocate. I just hope the good news continues to over-shadow the bad news.


The greatest challenge has just been maintaining my spiritual growth, the move, the work, peeps and situation have just been anti-me. I really need to settle down soon, so help me God, challenges will persist but so will the grace of God.


I REST MY CASE!!!

Friday, June 5, 2009

NIGERIA...some great people, an 'ex' great nation! - Part 2


Wow...Nigeria hasn't changed much since I started this right up, has it? Well, one thing did change, the CBN governor. I have been part of a very long discourse (comments) on FB on this particular change...the Northern Agenda was what somewhat described it. Whilst I am not a subscriber to religious or ethnic sentiments, I cannot but frown and show my disgust and disappointment at the total bias and insincerity defined in the new governor's appointment.

Whilst some would lay claim to Lamido Sanusi being qualified given the fact that he was at the head of perhaps the biggest bank in Nigeria prior to his appointment, I did remind them that he was there for barely six months. I ma also likely to remind the supporters of the appointment that Sanusi's pedigree and vitae is not the most impressive with perhaps his biggest achievement being Risk and Credit control head at UBA. You may want to compare this to the history of past governors of the CBN, more importantly, those of them that have left an indelible mark on the face of the financial industry in our darling country.

In a country as sensitive, diverse, disgruntled and differential as Nigeria, in an environment streaming with excessive intellectual talent, I cannot explain a situation whereby the head of the Economic team, Finance Minister and CBN governor are from a single state. Whilst I am not very open to tribal or religious sentiments, I am a full-breed student of the realism school of thought. How do I explain this kind of executive recklessness, or do I say carelessness, it can only be defined as a definite maneuver by the high echelons of Arewa leadership.

I am passionate about this country, extremely so, I believe Nigeria remains a land of opportunities...a blessed country. Therefore, I cry out to the executive to stop the blantant political rape and abuse of the polity.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Love lost...or found...or wicked, always a song unsung!


How do I start? Sometimes there is so much to write you end up writing nothing. I have so much on my mind right now, define a heavy heart; answer is Olayinka's heart at the moment. Maybe my sins are the source of my grief...not possible because the word of God says otherwise, thank God for his mercies as she would always say.


It pains me so that I am a thorough ambassador of FAITH, an apostle of a 'worry-free' life, yet I worry, get bothered. I cannot remember the last time I prayed without asking for an increased level of faith...and grace. As I type this blog, I am listening to a message titled 'Faith & Character' by Pastor Godman Akinlabi of Daystar yet I act like I knoweth not how to live a life of faith. The truth is I am just 'me', hoping to be a 'me + X'. It is that 'X' that i ask of God everyday, every prayer, every thought. I know my weakness, my character, my personality, my person...in short, I am my weakness! Yes, ME.



Maybe I have not given all, maybe I hold back a little; truth is I am who I am yet what I am needs to change now more than ever. A man of faith does not lay his hands on the plough and look back, he does not start and stop midway, he stops at the end of the stretch, the next turn. Procrastination is no different from hesitance...you are either faithless or doubtful both ways. Truth is if you knew the end result of a step, you would either choose to do it or forget about it rather than postpone or think about it. It is so funny how we look at the source of our wrong right in front of us and yet do nothing about it....hmmm, how true is the word of God in calling us flesh.


The last few days of my life have been of great emotional challenge, I have indeed been heavy, on a journey of perpetual worry and self-torture. The last few months have even been more challenging, in those months I have found love, lost it, found it, lost it and found it again. Truth be told, after this kind of 'lost and found', the love becomes diluted, it becomes a source of both joy and worry.


I have changed a lot in these months, yes, I have been (in and out) getting rid of some things and replacing them with others within me. I have met God, I have met love, I have met progress, indeed it is getting better, yet I worry!!!


If I ever publish this post, I believe it is because it rids me of something and adds something new. About a year ago there was a song around, very popular, titled 'love is wicked'. I remember clearly listening to the song then and wondering why love has been deemed wicked. The word of God tells me there is no law against love, it says love is sacred, a virtue, a gift from BABA himself...how can it then be wicked? I start by saying 'God forbid' wicked love, I finish by saying 'Is love not wicked?'


If you read this and it has a meaning, please drop a comment, help me understand even before the story is completed. God remains faithful, even in our unfaithfulness!

Friday, May 29, 2009

NIGERIA...some great people, an 'ex' great nation!

It's 3.23am, it's early into a new day and I am not asleep yet. Don't get it twisted, I don't have exams coming up, no tight deadlines either...so what on earth am I doing awake? I am not on FB and not up to blog or play either...I just got home, well not even home technically, I am putting up at a friends for the night (more like morning).
"In my house in Ibadan, I have Three generators (7KVa diesel, one 5KVa petrol and one 2KVa petrol) and Two sources of water (well and borehole)."
I stopped clubbing, late night hang outs and parties a while back and I haven't been to a vigil in a while. What am I doing awake and why am I just getting home? I haven't answered that question yet but I will - I was in traffic on Lagos Ibadan expressway for 6 hours, almost a whole work day/shift. The journey of forty minutes became a journey of 7 hours, Abeokuta to Lagos, I am indeed wasted!!!
The day started on a rather promising note, after all it was a work free day...DEMOCRACY DAY. It started with a trip to the barber's, window shopping to kill time (since I bought nothing) and then a smooth drive to Abeokuta to spend quality time with my childhood friends and see a mentor. I had to leave Abeokuta reluctantly as I was having some fun, food and fad, reminiscing over old and new times with my quartet of childhood friends. One of us is married so we had our wife to do some home food and a babygirl to spice up the jist.
Anyways, I left Abeokuta around 7pm and hoped to be in Festac in about1.5 hours...for where, for 9ja, bobo!!! Never even got to Festac that day, spent my DEMOCRAZY evening in traffic, added a little of my 'environment sanitation' morning too. Throughout the long and tedious drag and drive, I kept thinking about my beloved country and the cynical and calamitous state of our basic social amenities. I really came close to weeping for my country (wept on the journey for another reason anyway but unbloggable :)).
I am forced to wonder if Nigeria will ever be great, even doubt if it has ever been great, I never grew to find any trace of the acclaimed 'Giant of Africa'...felt like a figment of some geek's imagination, bobo as some would call it. I love this country, no doubt!, I cherish it and want the best for it. I had the opportunity to have been of the shores of the country for academic reasons but I never tried staying out, my heart was always back here (HOME).
I stayed in the UK for one full year obtaining a MBA in Business Management from the University of Sheffield in 2005/2006. I will never forget my first night...please don't abuse me...no be my fault. I remember switching on my lights on the first night in Sheffield, I remember clearly the reaction I had to the brightness of the light, I remember thinking the bulb was going to explode, I remember thinking it was all too bright...in fact I switched it off. The truth is PHCN light and our old generator back at my "father's" is all I had known before my trip, none of the above ever clocks more than 180 volts. In fact, PHCN at 160 volts (the norm) was a great feat, better that than the low current (voltage) alternative.
In my house in Ibadan, I have Three generators (7KVa diesel, one 5KVa petrol and one 2KVa petrol) and Two sources of water (well and borehole). I have consciously decided not to pay PHCN anymore, can't keep paying for a facility I don't enjoy. Ask Ibadan indigenes, anything public is a luxury, especially water!
I am a tax paying citizen of Nigeria, never defaulted on that. If I make my tax bill public, it may result in a public outcry. The fact that I pay it to the current government of that state makes it absolutely ridiculous, a total waste of my hard earned income. Understand my plight when I tell you I am not sure if there is indeed a government in that state, the first in the West of darling Nigeria.
to be continued...

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

From my potential mama's birthday to tears of joy...


Guess 'm back again...maybe there is always something to say, my sanguine personality at work...or not. I love talking, more like I love saying it all, no holds barred. I can act too, God knows I can lie (thank God for grace not to though) but I can't pretend 'cos I am who I am...what I am ( of course that changes a lot).

Yesterday was a special day as it was an especially special day for someone very special to someone extremely special to a totally special me...yesterday was her mama's birthday...someone say 'hip hip hip hurray'. When you are real close to a lady, you better get real close to the family...in fact, especially the folks (in my case, the mum), they hold a lot of aces, if not all.

She did not tell me o, we had a little 'grief' over the weekend, but she wanted me to know. She used 'koni koni' to inform me by confirming if it was Monday or Tuesday from her sister (on Sunday)...like she didn't know, bobo. It's a family I really like, forget the fact that I chase she all over the physical as well as spiritual world, night and day. I just like the mechanism of love, trust and stratification that seems to be inherent to them. I must confess I am not the all out family love, butty cum dad and mum person, I think I take after my mum...started hustling early and that tends to make you miss some essential luvvy jovvy in the family.


Anyway, yesterday was the birthday, I am fortunate to be in Lagos and so I go greet, bless and celebrate with her. I, however, did something new...strange and special, only guys are allowed to copycat this and by copyright application to. I got my friends, colleagues and even boss to call and wish her happy birthday...lol. She has never seen nor heard of any of them but they kept on calling as I kept on spreading the gospel. From potential bestmates, friends to ebi and ojulumos they called, she laughed, she was excited...definitely happy. Peeps, I just scored a major point in my drive towards 'i must be ur paddy, ma'...


Great day it was...at least until the informal rough play started with she, we really played and played hard. Outside their house we danced around, can't remember the last time I exhibited that part of me, not for a while. It was mos def luvvy jovvy, at least until I hit the wrong button, went of the hook, brakes failed and then...tears of joy fell from someone's face. I have concluded it was tears of joy because it was described as trying to laugh and cry at the same time, I won't tell you who shed the tears, feel free to play around with your imagination...draw your premises and conclusions, OYO l'ewa!


I felt bad though, real bad, it could have been tears of joy from my POV but it was still tears. I made a confession not to let it happen again, as long as there was some pain, it won't happen again. I won't forget yesterday, ever, the 19th of May, 2009, her mama's birthday, 2 months after her birthday!!


Before I close this brethren, please read the following when you can: Math 5:38-48, Rom 12:17-21 and Gen 50:20-21. You will never have a reason to hold/keep malice, revenge or plot vengeance ever again...I pray...Amen!!!


Remember, all things work together for good...