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Just like Joy Isi Bewaji said, creativity is not meant to be hoarded and there is a time to always move ahead.

I started the Trips to FGC Ikirun series in 2016 and I am grateful to God for helping me release something that looks like a book on the stories.

Here is Trips down FGC IK lane for your reading pleasure.
Read, share and comment.
God bless you.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/jege7d4egl4iv3b/tRIPS%20DOWN%20FGC%20IK.pdf?dl=0

http://s000.tinyupload.com/?file_id=59035314338113776089

I could tell you that there is a child begging for bread in Yaounde now.
But you will shelve those words since you have heard such logic for a billion times.

I could easily tell you that money provides a mirage of fulfillment but never really brings it.
But you will give me a disdainful look and remind me that crying in a Porsche is far better than crying in a jalopy.

I could easily tell you to think of a billion things that can kill you this instant.
But I know you will 'taka-oshi-danu' by snapping your fingers at me and wonder what brand of burukutu I have taken this morning.

I could easily tell you to be patient since God's time remains the best.
But I know you will remind me of the billion dreams of yours which are kept on the waiting line due to lack of that 'big break'.

I can easily tell you to praise God even though there are no 'omo' for your 'eyin' to 'pon' (children for your back to carry)
But I know you would shun and regard me as a rambling fool who does not know how painful it is to be reminded of infertility.

I could easily tell you to thank God for that miscarriage that happened weeks ago while you were driving home happily with some of the pregnacy books you had bought.
But I know you will shed a quick tear and then tell me to shut up since I do not know what it means to harbor deadness within.

I could easily tell you to thank God for that job you have.
But I know you would laugh out loud and then tell me that you have not been paid for more than six months even though the salary is a misery 20k.

I could easily tell you to shout hallelujah even after receiving the latest job reject mail.
But I know you would call a friend close by, laugh at my words and then invite the juiciest thunder to strike my left buttock.

I could easily tell you to thank God even though you just received news of the death of someone very close to you.
But I know you would wonder if I am indeed of this planet and if I have experienced sadness before.

I could easily tell you to thank God even after being thrown into jail for a crime you never committed.
But I know you would invite me to come and have a taste of prison life and then decide if anything is worth giving thanks for.

Pain is real.
Still I would coax your soul to Bless the good Lord.

Disappointment is heart-wrenching.
Still I would remind you to seek for one reason to Bless the Lord.

Matt Redman sought for 10,000 reasons.
I urge you to seek for only one.
#Isaiah50:4
#Bashorun

I search for healing everywhere
I found none but in Christ
In him broken cisterns are repaired
In Jesus, life Blossoms 

Long are the hands of Edumare
Extending beyond the entire universe in length.
Saving all those who the eternal eye remains fixated upon.

Owo Jehovah gun gan ore.
Many constants exist but this trumps all
Many lords reign but one Soverign overrules all
Many currencies fail but faith never
Many gods fail, slain with the blade of time, but He owns time.
Many amulets fail, their potency robbed by crazy taboos, by His remains unadulterated as ever.
Many cutlasses become blunt when encountering harder surfaces but none can render my Father useless.

Come.
You that is afar off hiding under the bridge of pain.
You, biting off your nails due to the jittery fear of the future, come.
You, dusting afresh the speckles of dust from your file, come.
You, distraught from struggling against that cancerous addiction, come.
You, presently disgusted by the impervious antics of your child, come.

Ti enu ko
Power does not lie in the hoarseness of your voice.
Success never seeps out from the reservoir of intense handwork.
Favour never taxies in the runway of the strongman.
Abundance of health does not reside in the exclusive domain of the rich
Peace of mind is not a guaranteed additional perk to those who cross the shores of the country into another.
And miracles are not premiere shows that are reserved for those who are wealthy.

Suretete ba Jesu bi ose nlo.
Quicken your footsteps to meet with Jesus.
Engage in some 'Woo-saah' mind clearance to remove the last bastions of doubt in you.
Revv-up th woodcutter and cut down that growing stump of ingratitude before it transforms into a gigantic tree of pride.
Suretete lo ba Jesu
He is waiting for you today.