I refuse.....

I refuse to rant even though that is exactly what I feel like doing right now. So in place of ranting, I will say thanks to the Lord for having brought me and  my family this far. The year is obviously doing sprint and not a Marathon.

There were goals of course. First quarter goals posted where I could see every morning and pray with. Were they all met? No. Am I disappointed? Not really.

There are more goals for this second quarter and I refuse to quit believing. He said, though it tarries, wait for it, it shall surely come. So I will go with His words.

I won't complain. But I feel soooooooooooooooooo tired I swear. I wish I could just take a break of maybe six months or even a year! Oh yes. I have been working full time since 2001 and along the way I have discovered and learnt plenty. I have set different agendas and all. Still, I am restless. My present boss says it is the restlessness of youth. I wish.

Is this where I am supposed to be right now? Maybe not. Like I say sometimes about me, I get distracted so easily but I always direct myself back on the route I am supposed to be on.

So, I am on the road leading there. So I can still say thanks Lord for being with me all this while. With your help and direction, I shall return on that road. So if I am here today, I am supposed to be. So thank you so so much. And for the many many blessings you have showered me and my home with. It's exciting to know You and feel Your awesome Hands working. Hmm.

I have a Secret

I have a secret that is sweet. Not all secrets are sweet but this one is so sweet and it makes me smile and makes me happy and makes me praise the name of God always.

I know what I want to do tomorrow. I know what I want to end my life doing. I know what brings me joy and satisfaction and again I will tow that road because while I was on that journey, I got interrupted, so return I must.

On an entirely different thing, man, am I glad it rained really heavily today or what? I enjoyed every moment of it. Only regret of course is that instead of being under my blanket at home, I am at my desk at work feeling sleepy and wishy. It is well sha.

As the month of March rows (or roll. can't bother to figure which fits) out, I can say thank you God. You didn't disappoint on the deadline and You so weren't late. So thanks for coming through yet again.

And, I seriously want to publish at least one book this year o. Even though I know I want to do this, I also know I can't push myself enough down that road. Seriously need some motivation and help. Lazy me.

When those times come

There are those times when all we believe seem not to be working for us or the way we expect.

I have read the same scriptures many times over and understand them inside out. I can preach with them because I believe them so much and can not even begin to count the number of times God has come through for me.

I have always been this person who never let circumstances bother me. At all!. I grew up in circumstances that would make a best seller. Although from an early age, I wasn't close to God, but I knew He was particularly interested in me, so that knowledge, wherever it came from, made me strong. That knowledge gave me hope, it made me believe in tomorrow. And I grew up and I found Him and we established a relationship and I was redeemed from the curse of the law.

Never once has He failed me. He has always been an 'On Time God'. Never late. So knowing all the testimonies I have over the years, I grew a thick skin against circumstances and never allow worry to visit me.

But those times come, once in a while, when I think, I fear, I tremble, and I allow the devil to almost steal the word that I believe in.

He has told me, 'fear not, for I am with you'. But those times do come. And recently, they have been visiting much more than I want.

But before I fall totally, before I allow fear to grip me and envelop me all over due to some circumstances that is such a small deal for the God I serve to handle - before I fall into that trap that sends my faith into captivity, I remember again, that He has never failed and He cannot change His name today to a God that changes.

So this is just for the record satan, I have spoken His words to myself. I have put Him in remembrance of what He said He will do. Now I am telling you for the record that it's over and done with and I am at peace. You can bring your 'times' whenever you won't, but I will never be captive to fear. Never!

I Am So Ashamed!!!!!

Yes, I am really ashamed of myself. Not blogging or making blog rounds. What excuse do I have? None, cos I'm almost always online. I keep saying I will and I will but I never.

Partly to blame of course is my head always on the road looking for something, thinking of something to do. You know, we all got to survive and that is exactly what I have been doing. Projects dreamed up that somehow, I am too lazy or too uninspired to carry out are also killing me as I try somehow to wake them up from the dead.

But I'm sure the blogville community is fine and growing without me. Even though many of the oldies have stopped blogging, there are lots of newbies I'm dying to read and get to know. So this time, when I say I am back for real, I am indeed back for real.

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Mummy this or that…

What is your name? Or what is in a name? You might want to ask. Growing up, mothers were called by the names of their first child (Mama Uzezi). As time progressed, mama was dumped for Mummy. These days, you hear Mummy James, Mummy Seyi and so on and so forth. It is okay. But does the woman’s name have to be forgotten just because she is now a mother?

Personally, it is okay for people to refer to you as Mummy (enter your son or daughter’s name). But those people should be people who know you a little bit. When meeting someone for the first time, shouldn’t the mother have a name? Even if you don’t want to tell your first name, than give Mrs. This or That. That is way more formal.

I remember the first time I met my neighbout; just before I moved in, I went over to introduce myself as her soon to be neighbor and asked her name and she replied ‘Mummy David’. Oh, okay.

I understand to some people, it is a thing of prestige. To others, it is because they don’t want people they feel are younger than them, to call them by their names without adding aunty, hence Mummy this or that…

Well, I guess it is a thing of choice. Personally, I want to retain my name. Even though you cannot stop people from calling you Mummy this or that once you have named a child, I doubt I will ever introduce myself as Mummy Uzezi.

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In Times Like These

We are living in very difficult times. Many of us do not even know or understand the magnitude of the terrible things that are going on behind closed doors. Criminal acts are constantly been committed by authority figures that are supposed to help us and the country.

Even the media cannot be trusted anymore. Many published stories in our dailies do not scratch the surface of the issues of this country and nobody is asking, nobody is saying anything, nobody cares, because those you are in a position to care, are affluent enough to protect their families from what the common Nigeria experiences. But for how long will they succeed at this? Some of the most powerful Nigerian media who are supposed to be the gatekeepers and report to the public have jumped to the other side of the fence and for money, will sell and are selling their integrity.

In all these, many believe there is no hope for Nigeria. As a young child many years ago, the adults will say ‘in our time or back in the days when things were good’. Now, I am the adult, and I cannot look back to any time when things have been better except the time when I could save 10k out of my 20k lunch money, twice, and buy a bottle of 29cl coca cola.

The economy sucks and from the look of things, there might be no hope. Unemployment has never been at its highest, but then, how do we even know those who are unemployed, when the jobless will tell you he or she is an entrepreneur when asked?

In times like things, when the prices of food commodities continue to rise, how should the masses survive? Why should a cup of beans be more expensive than rice? Price of every single food item or provision in the last three months has gone up twice without employees getting any meaningful increase in income. School fees have continued to go up because the children must be educated.

Then there is the issue of insecurity in the country amongst other. When dwelt upon, it is easy to join the crowd who believe the country is finished and will continue to fall.

But even in times like these, I choose to stand on the other side of the fence and believe that there is a time for everything. We are here today, but who says tomorrow wouldn’t be better?

I see tough all around me. I see difficulties and hopelessness, but thankfully, in the midst of all these, I see opportunities of a better tomorrow. And I choose to believe what I see. Even though the change doesn’t happen in my lifetime, no problem, I will continue to pray for it for this country, and thank the Lord for it because if not me, then my children and their children will have a better Nigeria.