Archive for December 2016

Down I go.
On the paths of sheol again.
The rewards of death; my hands regain.
The wheels of the plow of righteousness; i forgot to maintain.

Being led into the desert,
I stagger like one under the influence.
All the while blinded by momentary pleasures.

A walk through the arid land with cold lifeless walls as my compass.
'Surely I have lost it'

These words my mind kept a fix on.
Regurgitating it while the devil's counsel slowly seeped in.

A 'sound advice', like Job's wife, the devil gave.
Urging me to totally quit.

A sweet ballad he played into my ears.
Telling me to embrace hedonism as my new religion.
For I would surely fail in living a perfect life.

He gave me examples.

"Your righteousness is as s filthy rag before God"
The accuser of the brethren quoted this scripture for me.

I countered.

Reminding him that self righteousness accounted as sin before God.
Telling him of the uptmost essence of the Jesus's death and grace in salvation.

"No one is perfect"
These words the devil said in retort.
Quoting a popular quip which gave leeway for people to sin.

In despair,
I tried to counter.
For my Christian walk was filled with inconsistent up and down moments.

Like a touchlight with a failing battery,
The light of Christ within me flickered.

HE then came back.

Like a sharp clack amidst deep silence,
I heard His words.

That piercing word of life that erupted joyful tears in me.
For I was a washed out version of my former self.

"My grace is sufficient for you.
You have an advocate before the father who pleads your case".

These words, Jesus spoke to me in reply to the devil's condemnation.

"Look unto Me the author and finisher of your faith..."
This charge, He gave me to cleanse me of all adulteration.

"There is therefore now no condemnation to them who are in Christ Jesus"

This fact, He quoted to free me from all allegations.

"Seek ye first the kingdom of God and its righteousness..."

These words, He gave to guide my future aspirations.

Once more I cling to the cross.
An abandonment of my fling with death.
A willing stone in the sling of Christ Jesus.
Ready to earn new trophies to bring to His feet.
Laying them down as He calls me a king too, being a joint heir with Jesus.
#Bashorun

There is a place where only Jesus can completely fill up.

Only Jesus; no alternatives, no competitors, no rivals.

And that place is my heart,

I'll tell you why. It is because there is so much work to be done there and burdening the shoulders of a mere mortal with such a task will only lead to frustration and pressure to both parties.

Nothing on earth, no man can complete you the way Jesus does.

You see; He is just amazing and because Jesus now occupies his rightful place in my heart, I don't need any man's two minutes call to tell me how valued I am because the blood of Jesus on Calvary tells me I am priceless...just priceless.

Because of Jesus, I am complete(wanting nothing, lacking nothing, needing nothing). You see the Bible says "And (I am) complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power..." Colossians 2:10. I am not needy lady because Jesus Christ is more than enough.

I am not insecure because I know who and whose I am. So, I cannot try to tie any man down with a protuding belly or going to wash, cook and clean in his family house every Saturday. If he is gullible enough to let a priceless jewel like me go, it is his totally his loss. God is not a wicked God to cast his pearls before swines. You are complete! Can you say that to yourself loud and clear "I am complete!"

Yes, I am complete, so when I say "I do" to the very favoured man that will be my husband, it will not be because I need a man to validate my existence. At all! I am not Sleeping Beauty who will sleep a thousand years of her life away waiting for Prince Charming's charming kiss. Hehehehehe. Wait first, so, if that Prince Charming did not come, that's how she will continue her beauty sleep.

You can only enjoy a relationship/ marriage, male or female, when you have an uncomprimisable knowledge and understanding of how complète you are in Christ Jesus, else, you will burdening your partner with your neediness and instead of a pleasure haven, your home or relationship becomes a pressure cooker. You don't want, do you?

"My heart is God's work station; not my fiancé's not my husband's, not my family's but God's work station, so I will let only him have the key, so, he can open it to whoever he wills.

And this profound truth can only keep resounding in your heart when you continually abide with God in the place of continuous fellowship in prayer, and study of the Word!

"I am Complete in Him"!

Are you?

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Kere si mesi, odun de.
Odun olola.

A season of remembrance.

Eliciting avid memories of our deliverance.
Evoking the thoughts and purpose of His birth.

A season of love.

Into a sinful world, a saviour was born.
Unto a redemptive purpose, God came.
Upon the despicable humans, His mercies rained.
Into a chaos laden world, the Prince of peace.

An arrival that transformed judgement to a courting.
That saved we all from falling.
That changed our hearts from sinning.
That forged our faith from doubting.

A season of impartation.
For His birth ushered in life.

Rendering of our filthy garments.
Bartering His life to guarantee our victory.

A, despair halting, hope for the after life; His birth brought.
A, fear repelling, hope for tomorrow, His birth gave.

Incomprehensible joy to all, He brought.

The angels rejoicing at the salvation of man.
The earth gladdened at the sight of the King of kings.
The cockrels, crowed with a cry of Hosanna.
The trees swayed and bowed at the tune of Heavenly timbrels.
The elephants shook the whole jungles with loud trumpeting of joy.
The lions roared in acknowledgement of the true Lion of the tribe of Judah.
The roses radiated a kingly aura.
The stars danced with reckless abandon at His first cry.

Unto Mary; a child was born.
Unto David; a promise was fulfilled.
Unto Israel; a king had come.
Unto Hell; a terror was born.
Over death; life had overcome.
Into darkness; light had shone.
Unto us; a saviour was born.

Come.

All ye heavy laden.
All who trudge the paths of despair.
All who whimper under the scourge of shame.
All who wander in the wilderness of fear.
All who have been felled by the traps of the enemy.

Come and see.
Gaze on the cross and be free.
On this day I offer you a deal.
A confession to write off your bill.
A profession to keep you off the pill.
A progression confirmed with a heavenly seal.

The way; Jesus is.
The Truth; Jesus is.
Everlasting life; Jesus gives.
#Bashorun

Here I am,
Standing in the dock once again.
For the evil one had sought and gotten an appeal of God's prior judgement.

With his legal standing,
The devil named me as the respondent.
And initiated the service of progress by means of summons to the court.

A writ of execution, he seeks.
Citing my brief fling with sin as grounds for total revocation of my joy.

A writ of certiorari, he urged the judge to order.

For my advocate, Jesus, had proved in the trial process that He died for my sins.

This record, the devil wanted to use in pushing forward his argument for my destruction
For I had indeed backslidden and counted Jesus death for naught.

To the witness stand, he brought the spirit of Lie.

A vile spirit at whose sight my countenance fell.
For my mouth had failed to bridle its occupant, the tongue.

Mr Lie faced my Creator and Judge.

Listing all the soft and strategic lies I had told since being 'born-again'
Presenting transcripts with concrete dates and tapes as admissible evidence.

The second witness against me was Hypocrisy.

A hideous demon at whose presence I felt my innards melt.
For he was indeed going to drive in the nails to the coffin of my destruction with myself firmly held within.

Mr Hypocrisy started his account.
Weaving a true account of my two-faced lifestyle.

A staunch church goer by day and a thieving mission engaged in by night.

A firm critic of the adulterous pastor while i secretly slept with my co-workers wife in hotels.

A strong advocate for tithe paying while no percent of my income ever came into the tithe box.

A wreck I was inside, all the while portraying the appearance of a meek sheep.

These facts, Mr Hypocrisy listed as he vacated the witness stand.

With these facts,
The devil justified his rights of unlawful detainer.
For he had held back the blessings sent to my from heaven.

With his trial brief in hand, he surged ahead.

Urging a swift demise of the previous mercy judgement.
Urging a swift judgement of damnation against me once more.
Citing Romans 6:23a as a treatise upon which my condemnation must be undertaken.

"What do you have to say against these accusations"
This question, the judge roared in my direction.

"Siirrr-rrr. I plead not guilty on grounds of self-incrimination"

This answer I stammered in reply.
For I knew I had no escape route to take.
My adversary had succeeded this time in his assault.

To my redeemer I turned to.
To Jesus I faced once again.

My saviour, who I had wounded once more.
My advocate, whom I had scorned and disgraced through my acts.

"Shanu mi Jesu
Have mercy on me and plead my case once more"

Offering my heart once more as his retainer fee.
For my worldly riches counted for naught before Him.

Fully convinced of my genuine repentance, my advocate rose up.

In His mighty voice, He outlined the case for my defence.

Citing His boundless love for me as grounds to void this summon.

Citing the presence of my genuine humility and godly sorrow as grounds for a quash.

Citing Micah 7:8-9 as a treatise upon which the devil's unlawful retaining rights be revoked.

Citing Ezekiel 33:10-12 as factual evidences wherein the judge HIMSELF established excellency of repentance over judgement.

Citing Ezekiel 18:32 as a factual evidence wherein the judge HIMSELF established His preference of life as opposed to death.

With these arguments, my salvation was sealed once more.
A pardon was issued by the God Almighty.

The testimonies of witnesses Lie and Hypocrisy were null.
The prosecutors case was thrown out.

Into my eyes my advocate said.
"DO BETTER NOW MY CHILD"

#Bashorun

BUTCHER: (Eulogies to the head of witches)

Eyin iya mi osoronga.
Apani ma wa gun olokiki orun
Alagbara ni yin now.
Show them wetin you carry.

HEAD OF WITCHES: Beeni

I am Adunni Tamotiye.

The honeybee that stings a man to death when life is sweetest.
That subtle kiss that poisons a man when he thinks the time for pleasure has come.

I am that wicked witch that uses a human chest to eat my eba, using the fleshy buttocks to season my stew and a skull to drink my cold water.

Beeni.
Esu laalu ogiri oko is my beloved husband and we both laugh and cry blood when these pathetic humans cry tears.

I am indeed Adunni Tamotiye.

Sucking a baby out of the womb of the barren like juice out of the mango fruit.

Snatching a man's wealth before his very own eyes and plucking out that same eyes for no man ever sees the devil in stark nakedness and lives to tell the tale.

Prepare to meet your maker, you worthless christian.

CHRISTIAN: I know the God whom I serve.

The mighty one of Israel. The God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob.
The lion of the tribe of Judah.
The mighty one in battle. The one who speaks and the earth shakes.

The one who demons tremble in His presence.

The I AM THAT I AM. The chief cornerstone who falls and destroys all stones while crushing all stones that fall on Him into dust particles.

That is my God.

HEAD OF WITCHES: Oti to. Mode yi (It is enough you child).

Where were you when obatanla and ogun gave the witches power to wreck havoc?

Where were you when Esu odara was crowned prince over the earth and darkness?

What do you carry that causes your mouth to run like a tap water?

What do you carry that makes your heart glad in the face of me, the chief slayer and drinker of blood?

What do you carry that makes your feet stand strong in the face of danger?

Instead of you having conversation with your heels and taking to flight, you stand there with your chest swaggering in the presence of adunni tamotiye.

Oya gbaaaa
(Stretching forth her death dealing wand towards the Christian)

CHRISTIAN: I was absent at all those periods you mentioned but my God is the omnipresent.

I have no knowledge about the modus operandi of your kingdom but my God is the omniscient.

I have no idea of the extent of your supposed powers but my God is the omnipotent.

Therefore AT THE NAME OF JESUS before which all knees bow and tongues confess, I every death curse to go and pay its sender the due message it was sent to deliver.

(Lightning strikes the head witch and she dies).

CHRISTIAN: Praise be to God who continually showers us with mercy and grace.
Our shield and fortress who we can boast in at every turn of the day.

All praise be to His name for He has done great things.
#Bashorun

Hey friends.

Remember we have been studying Richard Templar's bestselling book 'Rules of Love'.

Here is the Rule 4.
As usual, let us hear your comments below.

RULE 4: YOU 'ILL KNOW THEM WHEN YOU MEET THEM

To be quite honest, I’m not sure this is entirely true. Some people do know the instant they meet their future partner that this is the person they’ve been looking for all their life.

But it doesn’t work like that for everyone.

The real Rule1 is that if you’re not sure if this is the right one, don’t take a gamble on it. If they are the right one, you will know it, even if it takes a bit of time.

In other words, if it’s right you will be sure—either straight away, or a bit later—but you will know.

If you’re absolutely sure this is the right person the moment you lock eyes on them, you’re very lucky. (Unless it happens to you every time, in which case you need to stop kidding yourself.)

The important thing is not to commit yourself until you’re cer- tain.
How many divorced people have you heard say, “Do you know, even on my wedding day I was wondering if I was doing the right thing.”

Well, I can tell you. If you’re still wondering about it on your wedding day, you are not doing the right thing. You are making a big mistake.

Marriage and/or kids are tough enough when you are sure you are with the right person. It’s lunacy to enter into it without being certain.

If you aren’t sure right at the beginning, that’s normal. It may take weeks, months, or even years to be sure, especially if you’re of a naturally doubtful persuasion.
That’s all fine. It’s just that until you are sure, you shouldn’t be making a permanent com- mitment.

Your new partner, of course, may be sure sooner than you are.
We’re all different.
But don’t allow them to pressure you into making a decision before you’re ready. It’s understandable that they want you to commit yourself—you’re a wonderful person, why wouldn’t they want to be with you? But no one will benefit if you make the wrong decision.

If this is really the right person for you to spend your life with, you won’t be thinking, “I don’t know. Is it me? I’m just not sure if this is right.” You’ll be thinking, “Yes, yes, yes, let’s get on with it!” If you’re not thinking that, you’re not ready to commit yourself.

IF YOU AREN’T SURE RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING, THAT’S NORMAL.

My premier college which i love so much in Irepodun LGA, Kwara State.

The day started around 5am.

Iya Taiwo,our favourite matron, came into the long hall.
Keeping up a barge of "Wake up", "Wake up" as she banged on the iron bunks with an iron rod.

Reluctantly, we awoke immediately.
As our fellow neighbors, the idun (bedbug) had refused to let us sleep in comfort.

Iya Kolade's kids were awake already.

Those stubborn little kids whose parents had forgotten about them.
For I never understood the need why nursery children were sent to boarding house.

To the chapel we all went.

All the way making fun at the senior girls of Ajoke house.
As they had not yet taken their baths.
Thus could not put on makeup to disguise their morning facial features.

Iya Adenike was the minister that day.

Boy did we enjoy the praise session.

We started with a very melodious song.

*Jiji mo ji o baba. Mo wa fi ope fun oo...

This lyrics we jointly sang.
Senior Energy at the drums.
Punctuating every line with an emphatic gbim.
For he was a very energetic man.

To wear off the groggy looks worn by the students,

Iya Adenike switched to a song with a faster beat.

*Jesu ko ire daale. Ore.

Jesu ko ire daale. Ore...*

At the start of the song, all students cupped their hands into imaginary basins.
Bending down to scoop our blessings in faith, even though it was empty air.

At the back of the chapel stood Iya Itunu.
The slim mother of the senior students was in a fit of laughter at our vigorous dance routine.

Within ten minutes, the dance finished
It was time for Iya Ajoke to take the morning preaching.

Oh! how softly did she speak.
Yet a powerful message she delivered.

She spoke on the need to love.

Who could blame her?

Apparently Itunu hostel boys were bullying the junior students in Taiwo hostel.
A development which had forced the proprietress to summon all matrons.

She spoke on the essence of holiness.

Apparently the senior students had a party the previous Saturday and had passed around the 'devils basket' during the party.

Devils basket.
That daring game that intrigued young minds like mine.
For it was our first exposure into the world of adult truth or dare games.

Within thirty minutes, the charge ended and we went back to the hostels.

It was time for cleaning up.

Iya Taiwo distributed the chores.

To Tunde, Gboyega and Kosi, she apportioned the front yard to be swept.

To Humphrey, Segun and Moses, she apportioned the side of the hostel to be swept.

To Wale, Anwo and Lukman, she apportioned the job of sweeping the back of the hostel.

Five minutes later, we trooped to the baths.

A laborious exercise that we all disliked at that time.

For Oye had come.
Those cold, windy harmattan winds that forced our teeth to chatter while our bodies shivered.

Aye!!
We hated those baths.

All except Ibrahim Anwo at least.
For he was Iya Taiwo's favorite as she always kept hot water for him to mix with the cold water.

Rrring Rrrriinnnng

The dining bells were ringing
Mamas kitchen was beckoning
Akara and Akamu (liquid pap) was calling out.

With increased vigor, we finished bathing.

All except Tunji.
For he only sprinkled water on his face and feet.

Within fifteen minutes, we were all seated in the dinning hall.
Chatter abounding as we lined up to collect the big Akara and pap.

A meal that never satisfied anyone.
Thank God for Iya Bimpe the kitchen staff.
For she always had Bomba (extra food) ready for me.

To the assembly ground we all went after the breakfast.

Mr Coleman Durin took the hymn of the day.

"God moves in aaa mysterious way, His wonders..."
These words he sang.
His deep voice resonating the hymn to the delight of the students.

Mr Yebuoah took the opening prayer.
That English teacher whose comedic theatrics always amused the students.

To be continued in later posts.

I sincerely do apologize that I could not explain the course of events in details.
This is because i only spent a year in Alade between 2003 and 2004.

However, please enjoy.
#BASHORUN

To the bride of Christ I pen this letter.

Aya Jesu
Nwanyi Chineke.

I see you wobbling your feet lazily.
Blissfully content with the comfort of this world.
Forgetting you were sent on an errand.
For this world remains a marketplace.

Aye.
A noisy place that resembles your home.

What have you bought, Iyawo?

What are you feeding your spirit that makes you forgetful?
Worldly pleasures have shrunk your pupils.
So much that you cannot recognize the closeness of His return.

What have you sold, Iyawo?
Which lives have you impacted upon?
What imprints have you made on your generation?
How many people have you told about your bridegroom?

You have told them; Right?

Informed them of His boundless love for all people.
Told them the testimonies of your deliverance from sin.
Showed them the evident peace that now reigns in your home;
And shared the way by which they can know Him.

I sincerely hope you are doing that now.
Else His wedding with you be called off.
For He spits out every believer that remains cold towards His commission.

Iyawo.

I wish your eyes could be opened.
To seeing the magnificent wedding plans He laid for you.

The location itself would leave you dumbfounded.
As He has decided to wed you in the grandest stage in Heaven.
Before the very eyes of all creations every created,
He will call you His own.

Your gown nko?

An exquisite material glistening with the rarest gemstones.
For you are His precious jewel of inestimable worth.

Your bridal train are already getting dressed nne.
Decked in holy apparels,
I must add.

Desperately praying that you do not soil your own gown.
For the bridegroom is holy and will come for a perfect bride.

Iyawo oo!!

Bashorun is already smelling the aroma of the feast being prepared.

The heavenly smell of venison.
The smell of yam pottage and jollof.

My ears detect the sound of pounding.
The aroma of 'iyan', 'amala', and 'gbo-gbo-ti-gbo' are just tantalizing my nostrils.

Ha!!

Thank God I still have the charge to write.
For I would be wishing to go home already.

As I am Kosilala.
The best friend to the food seller.
The husband to Amala and Ewedu.
And chairman at the congregation of rice.

To the bride of Christ, i write.
Your wedding date is almost at hand.

Your redeemer will come in a grand entrance.

Angels heralding His footsteps with trumpeting.
The earth trembling at His voice.

Coming to discard that engagement ring He gave you at the time of your confession.
Coming to adorn your fourth finger with a wedding ring.

Coming to take you home.
#BASHORUN

Iyawo- Yoruba word for Bride

AyaJesu- Yoruba for the wife of Jesus.

Iyan- Yoruba word for pounded yam.

Amala- Yoruba word for yam flour.

Nwanyi Chineke- Igbo word for God's bride

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