God is saying am spicing up your blessings

some years ago, I was about to prepare dinner for my family, when I took out a fresh chicken from the freezer.

Suddenly my one year old son who stood by watching, started crying and demanding that I give him the chicken to eat. He loves chicken alot. So I Kept trying to tell him in my own way that the chicken was raw, I needed to spice it up, cook and then take out the bones so it can be ready for consumption, but my baby wouldn’t bulge but chose to cry louder and even fell to the ground and no one was able to comfort him.

I decided to ignore him, went ahead to do what was right and when it was ready, he had his chicken and didn’t even remember all the drama he had put up.

But the Holy Spirit ministered to me that this is how many of us cry for a blessing that is not yet ready. God is saying am spicing it up, cooking it and taking out the bones so you don’t get choked.

If only my little boy knew, he would have waited patiently instead of being anxious. (Phil.4:6) God is saying to someone here that you should be anxious for nothing, Be still and know that I am God I am spicing up that blessing so you will enjoy to the fullest.

Wait on the Lord! (Is.40:31) Like Job said..All the days of my appointed time will I wait till my change comes. (Job 14:14)

Change is coming, Help is on the way.

Wholesomeness in Singlehood

When we are told to fill a form, often a space is provided for marital status and so those who are not married tick single. This does not make any of the parties (Married/Single) more human. Being married does not make one more complete. It is just a status and does not and should not define the evaluation of ourselves.

It is possible to be a 40 year old boy and a 16 year old man, the age only indicates the number of years of existence but maturity is of the mind, it requires conscious effort. As it is to age, so it is to marital status.

My pastor once told us a story of how he was described somewhere in a church he was invited to preach and was the main speaker. He said; We had such a powerful meeting, a lot of people gave their lives to Christ and many got healed. But when it was time for counseling, one of the leaders of the church who took the announcement said, we don’t want the married people to go and see pastor O for counseling, she directed them elsewhere and her reason was that I was single at the time and therefore handicapped to handle matters of the married.

“How handicapped could this pastor O who was a blessing to you during the main program be” I wondered. The funny part of the story is that about everybody I counselled that day were married, they came under different guise, like wanting prayer for this or that. But our discussion bothered on deeply family issues. Perhaps they knew what they want and where to go get it from and so by all means broke the status jinx.

You see status discrimination has placed many singles under pressure, they begin to see themselves only complete when they are married.

Do not allow the society determine how you see yourself, people who do this, often end up having problems. Some singles are placed under pressure by parents, relatives and friends, to marry. Being single is not a curse. Jesus was single all his life, likewise Paul.

Consequences of fighting with your spouse

If you read my post titled “Effect of praying with your spouse” you will see how the couple almost got into trouble simply because they weren’t praying together.

it’s good to always pray with your spouse. Prayers prevents you from a lot of troubles.

Fighting has a lot of negative effect on the children. See how prayerlessness destroyed this family;

My parents were at it again that morning. As kids, we were never in happy moods whenever we saw them fighting and tearing at each other. It was a Monday morning and we were all set to go to school.

By seven o’clock, we were waiting in the sitting room. I was dressed already preparatory for school. My three younger ones, Samson, Victor and Rita sat across the armchair. They too were ready and set to leave.

My mother did not wake up to make breakfast. I sensed when it was past six that she and my father were probably at it again.

When it was a few minutes past six and I began to hear noises from their bedroom, I quickly went into the kitchen and began to prepare some noodles with fried eggs which we would all take to school that morning.

I put the food in different food flasks for all of them and arranged them in each person’s basket. Rita was the first to finish bathing. She came to join me in the kitchen as I was dishing the food. Little did I know that no one was going to eat anything that morning.

“These people have started again this morning,” Rita grumbled. Her eyes showed that she was not happy. “When will they ever stop quarrelling?”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled dryly. “Maybe when they begin to grow grey hairs that is when they will stop. Sometimes I feel very ashamed of myself. They are the only adults in this estate that are always fighting. This is not proper.”

Rita shook her head. “The fault is always from Mum. When I grow up, I will not quarrel with my husband.”

She looked at me in a manner that suggested how troubled she was. Parents should know that whenever they quarreled, their kids suffered the more. Rita looked at me tearfully and asked;

“Will you quarrel with your wife when you grow up?”

I told her I was never going to fight with my wife. Sometimes I felt like suggesting to my parents to annul the union if they both could not manage their differences. But who was I to complain?

I was only a child. I was ten years old. Rita was eight. Samson was seven and Victor was four. My parents stopped procreating after Victor was born. And since then, they had always been at loggerheads.

When we were all prepared and my father hadn’t yet to come out, I sent Samson to go and knock on their door.

“Daddy, we are ready.” We heard him say. The screams and chants of scorn increased. My mother’s voice was high-pitch. She raved and vituperated endlessly.

“I regret ever agreeing to marry you. You are a very stupid man. You think I am as stupid as you are? Look at you! A hopeless man!”

“You call me a hopeless man and yet you have gummed yourself to me like a leach. Leave, you will not leave. Get a divorce, you will not get. Who is now hopeless between you and me?”

The door creaked open and we all heaved sighs of relief. My father was wearing a pair of camouflage knickers. That was what he wore most of the time if he didn’t go to work. He was not a soldier. He had never been one. But he had a friend who was a lieutenant cornel and it was this friend of his that had given Daddy the knickers. I remember the day some soldiers were trying to harass him and he had promptly called his friend who spoke to the military men on the phone and brought the situation to normalcy.

“Are you all ready? Gideon, hope you have made breakfast for everyone already.”

“Yes Daddy,” I nodded.

“That was very thoughtful of you. May God continue to give you more wisdom as my first child to always do this in spite of the fact that your mother would not let us have breathing…”

The words were still on his lips when he grabbed my younger brother’s arm to lead him out of the house. I took the car keys from the TV stand and as I was about to stand up from the chair, I saw my mother storm out of the bedroom. Her eyes were red like embers. In her hand was a big bottle.

“Are you trying to turn my children against me? Useless man!” she barked like a rabid dog.

Like a hill melting down the valley in an earthquake, my mother jumped on my father with all her might. Samson was in front of them. When I turned back, all that I heard was a loud bang. My father came crashing on the ground. My mother still held a bottle in her hand.

She wanted to smash the bottle on my father’s head but she missed by whiskers. The bottle came heavily down my younger brother’s head.

The shattered pieces fell onto the floor like confetti. Presently, Samson fell flat on his stomach and lay there motionless. Blood immediately began to drip down his head like ink from a broken biro. The world stood still for all of us as we stared blankly at my brother not knowing what to do.

“Hey my God!” screamed my mother exasperatedly with her palms covering her mouth. “I have killed my son. I have killed my son. God, I have killed him.”

As she wailed, my father quickly gathered Samson from the floor and off he went with him into the car. My brother’s uniform was soaked with blood. He was motionless. Helplessly, we all watched as my father drove madly out of the estate.

We did not go to school that day and none of us had the appetite for food. We didn’t go the day after. The week went by with bitterness in our hearts.

My brother Samson was a very intelligent boy. He was always coming first in his class. Twice, he was given double promotion. And most of the things that I didn’t know in sciences, he already knew them. And he was only in primary four!

And of all the people in the world, it was my brother, Samson’s head that my mother’s bottle chose to smash that morning.

No one heard anything from my father until after two days. Even when my mother called him, he refused to disclose which hospital he’d taken my brother to. He said he was so angry that he could do something nasty if he set eyes on my mother.

When he returned three day later, he looked twenty years older.

“We are selling this house,” he declared rather coldly. “Samson needs six million naira to enable him do a brain surgery. I have two million. If we don’t sell this house, I can’t raise the balance.”

I felt as if a fire burned in my heart. A tear fell off my eye even though I tried hard to suppress the grief melting in my throat like a cube of ice.

We had only moved into the house about seven months before. Now, for one act of parental irresponsibility, we were just about losing it. This was not fair. It was not fair at all. But if it could save my brother, what was a property compared to life?

Three days later, some people came and bought our four-bedroom flat. The buyer gave us six months to move out. He was filled with compassion when my father told him what the money was going to be used for.

“I would have loved to take possession of the house immediately but with the issue on ground, let me give you more time.” The buyer told my father.

Samson was to be flown to India. My father couldn’t meet up with the travel documents. He quickly sold his car and my mother’s own. I was to find out later that what had caused the fight between my mother and father that Monday morning was that my mother had requested for a new car. My father wanted her to wait until the end of the year but she said the time was too far because she wanted to use the car on the anniversary of her club.

Just for a car! My mother had never worked all her life but she had everything she needed. She travelled everywhere she wanted because she belonged to many associations. Twice, my father had tried to set her up in business but she could not manage it well. It was for this reason that my father vowed never again to invest any money on her project again.

My aunt once told me that my father loved my mother to a fault. According to her, my father could do anything to make her happy. But in spite of all the things he did for my mother, they were never at peace. It made me realize that indeed money wasn’t really the solution to our problems. With all the money in the world, if happiness and peace are eroded, then the money meant nothing. Whichever way anyone looked at it, my mother was at fault.

My mother had always lamented to my hearing that she could have married a better and richer person than my father.

The day finally came when my father was to fly Samson to India. There had been argument between the two of them over who should accompany my brother but in the end, my father won. He said he could not leave my brother in the hands of my mother because it was she who had put him in that condition.

It’s been four months now since all these things happened. We lost Samson in spite of all the money that was sunk into trying to give him life. The pain was too much for my father and the rest of us. As I write this story, my parents have now separated. My mother has returned to her father’s house because my father vowed never to take her back again.

Although I miss her so much, I am very much in support of the decision my father has taken. Let her remain there for now.

When Rita asked my father when my mother would return, he simply replied; “Until she is cured of her madness.”

That was hopeful. It made us to understand that someday, the two might come back together again. But no one knows when it would be. I believe they have both learnt their lessons even though it is quite painful that it had to cost Samson his life.

“Will you ever fight with your wife when you grow up?” it was my sister; Rita. She asks this same question most of the time.

I shook my head and promptly responded; “God forbid! I will never do a thing like that.”

As a child of ten, I have learnt a very bitter lesson about life. In one day, my once happy family lost everything; so much money and a precious life. No! Never will I touch or quarrel with my wife when I grow up.





Effect of praying with your spouse

I was fast asleep, enjoying one correct breeze from my window when my phone rang. Chei! That day I felt like slamming the phone into the wall. I was so annoyed.

The call was from my mum. She was shouting on the phone.

‘Yetunde! Your father is in the hospital and you have not even checked up on him. Is this how you were raised! The Bible says-‘ she paused. ‘Just go and take care of him.’ The line went dead.


I stared at the phone wondering if I was dreaming. I had spoken to my father two days ago. Was it within those days that he fell ill? With mum far away in the UK tending to my sister’s new baby, I was really worried for him..

Sharp sharp I rushed to the hospital. You won’t believe what I saw when I got there. Dad was standing at the corridor with our family doctor laughing and clapping his hands.  He was happy to see me. I looked at him, confused. ‘Dad, I thought they said you are sick.’ He frowned. ‘They? Who’s they?’

The doctor smiled. ‘Your dad has a little health challenge but with the treatments, he’ll be fine. Since your mum is not around, I’ll suggest he stays with you until she gets back.’

That night I brought dad home. My husband and I had an intense argument that nearly drove me crazy. ‘The tables have turned. You can bring your father to our home without my permission but my own mother cannot show up in her son’s house anytime she likes.’

‘That’s different. This is an emergency situation. Since we got married, have you ever seen my parents interfere with the decisions we make here?’

‘So my mother is a troublemaker, is that what you are saying?’ Of course she is… Lol..I didn’t tell him that.

I was just tired of going back and forth with him. There was always something to fight about. At a point, we had stopped talking to each other. It just seemed to be the safest way to avoid more fights. Go your way, I go my way.

When I served dad his food that night, I knew he sensed that something was wrong. He just stared at me and said nothing.

Two days later, dad called me to the guest room and asked why we don’t usually have family devotions in the morning. I told him that sometimes, I pray with the kids in their room.

‘Does Jide join you for the prayers?’ I shook my head. ‘No.’ ‘When last did you pray with Jide.’ I remained silent. ‘Yetunde, when was the last time you and your husband prayed together.’ ‘I can’t remember.’

I felt so ashamed of myself. I had grown up in a family where prayers and family devotion was the next best thing after our vacations. There were several nights I’d heard my parents’ voice in their room praying all night. Some other times, they’ll be in the living room discussing, their bibles opened in front of them.

Quietly I’d prayed for a marriage like theirs. The bond they shared. Their open expression of love. Their commitment to God. Dad suddenly stood up and began to pace the room. ‘Yetunde, you can go. I need to pray.’

Before I would step out of the room, my dad was already blasting in tongues. I sat in the living room, sad and disturbed. Then something happened that night.

We had just finished dinner when we began to hear gunshots. Dad was watching the news. My husband was in the room. Dad turned off the TV the same time my husband ran out of the room.

The sound got closer. I stood there shivering. My husband grabbed my two sons and ran into our bedroom. Dad just sat there unperturbed, muttering some words I locked the door and was about shutting the window when he stopped me.

‘Leave the window. The doctor said natural air is good for my health. I miss your mother. Days when the  breeze is blowing like lightly like this, we’ll sit outside and tell stories.’

I stared at my father in shock. ‘Dad!’ The robbers came right to our door. My husband was back in the living room. I saw urine trickling down his boxers to his legs. As for me, I was on the floor saying my last prayers. More gunshots. ‘Open this door now!’

My heart died that moment. I thought of the life beyond. My business. My children. See, all manner of thoughts flew into my heart. My father calmly pulled the curtain aside. ‘In the name of Jesus, shut up!’

There was silence suddenly. Then my father did something unbelievable. ‘Gbenga Aderopo.’ Dad shouted. No answer. ‘If I call your name, say present ‘ ‘Gbenga Aderopo.’ ‘Present Sir!’ A man answered. ‘Peter Sukanmi. Ah, you that your wife has just been rushed to the labour room. Anu e semi. Peter Sukanmi. Are you there?’ The next thing I would hear, movement of feet scurrying away. My father unlocked the door. There was no one. When we stepped out, I saw the last person jump over our wall.

We got back inside. Jide was sweating profusely. Dad looked at Jide.

‘This is what would have happened tonight. They would have raped your wife in your presence and killed you.’ He turned his attention to me. ‘You see all that played out tonight, that’s the mighty hand of God’s deliverance. I had seen a picture of you lying on the ground dead. But we had been settled that in the spirit. Both of you need to stop yielding to your fleshly pride and get your heart back in unity. Kick out this coldness and allow the Holy Spirit rekindle love in your home.’

As he left for his room, my kids ran after him. ‘Grandpa, we are afraid, we want to sleep with you.’ Dad began to sing and dance ‘I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves even me.’  They giggled and laughed as they followed him to the guest room.

I knelt there and began to pray. I was crying and praying. I was asking for strength, for forgiveness, for help, for wisdom, for the renewal of the Spirit. Jide just held my hand and prayed silently.

That day was a turning point in my family.

*moral lesson*Forgive one another endlessly. Let not the sun go down upon your anger. rekindle the fire of love & pray always.



Your certificate is not the solution to poverty; the solution to poverty is your ability to seize opportunities. The ACRONYM for the word P.O.O.R  is: Passing Over Opportunities Repeatedly.

School rewards people for their memory, but Life rewards people for their creativity and ability to solve problems. School rewards caution; life rewards daring. School hails those who live by the rules. Life exalts those who break the rules and set new ones.

I always tell my students that being on top of your class does not necessarily guarantee that you will be at the top of life. The world is filled with poor graduates but rich opportunists! “If you don’t make the time to work on creating the life you want, you’re eventually going to be forced to spend a lot of time dealing with a life you don’t want”.

I have seen many graduates with degrees and certificates languishing in poverty looking for jobs that don’t even exist while people with keen eyes for opportunities reach the pinnacle of success in the most unlikeliest of ways.

Below are reasons why degree holders are poor.



“Education is not the learning of facts, but the training of the mind to think.” You always have  “Think outside the box”to think outside the box? One of the major reasons why most graduates are poor is simply because they can’t  think outside the box.

The basic truth is that the skills that are needed to become successful in life are not really found within the walls of the classrooms.  You are full of possibilities when you think outside the box.



Never abandon your talent while pursuing and hunting for jobs with your certificates.

Everybody is talented in his or her own ways, but the winning edge comes from our ability to work on our talents and bless the world with it. The very best way to develop yourself is in the direction of your natural talents and interest. In order to live a fulfilled and impactful life, we need to work harder on our talents than our job. you need to discover your talent, develop it, and sell it. Don’t bury your TALENT with your certificates.



Most of the skills taught in schools are becoming obsolete in the present world. The world has changed a lot, and so are people’s need! The present form of university education does not prepare students to be independent, rather they prepare them to look for jobs.

Most learning institutions are filled up with lecturers and pseudo-educators with lecture notes, methods and approaches that have lost relevance in a changing world.



Certificates and degrees don’t reveal people to themselves; they at most measure our IQ.  A poor man is simply someone that has not discovered himself.

The more you discover yourself, the more you realize the treasures that are hidden deep within you. We carry inside ourselves latent treasures that can only be unveiled through self-discovery.



Certificates can close up your minds to ideas while initiatives open it up. If you are not careful, your certificates can close up your mind. The purpose of education is to keep your mind perpetually opened towards limitless opportunities.

Mark Zuckerbeck saw an opportunity old time friends can meet with each other after a very long time, and so facebook was born.


Our certificates prepare graduates to look for jobs and not opportunities. You are not poor because you don’t have a job; you are poor because you are not seizing opportunities.

Jobs may be scarce but opportunities are not.

As long as there is a problem to be solved, there will always be opportunities. looking for job is a waste of time and energy.



In order to be successful in life, you must be willing to take risks. Taking risks and learning from mistakes help us in know better.

The skills required to get rich are not taught in schools. In years to come, we’ll lose over 3 million jobs to automation.

Future jobs will involve KNOWLEDGE PRODUCTION/CREATION and innovation, and people that are only equipped with skills found in the classroom will definitely be a misfit in an ever-changing world. Skills like critical thinking, creativity, people’s skill, STEM skills (e.g Coding), complex problem-solving skills etc. are central to living a more comprehensive and productive life.


In conclusion, think outside the box.

Don’t limit yourself to the classroom. Do something practical. Take a leadership position. Start a business and fail; that’s a better entrepreneurship. Contest an election and lose. It will teach you something political science will not teach you. Attend a seminar. Read books outside the scope of your course.

Think less of becoming an excellent student, but think more of becoming an excellent person. Don’t make the classroom your world, but make the world your classroom. Step forward and try something extra. Invest in something you believe! Real financial security and freedom is not in your job, but in your passion, gifts, talents, and your ability to see and seize opportunities.



The healing balm

God’s word says ; my people perish for lack of knowledge. Knowledge they say is power.

If you don’t have knowledge of something, you can never enjoy from that thing. If there’s a blessing somewhere, and you don’t have knowledge of it, even if it’s right inside your nose, you will never partake in it.

A pastor once told a story about a man who was travelling to a far country, now the passengers were supposed to stop at some places to eat before continuing with their journey. So every time they stopped to eat, this man will just ask for water.

So one of the passengers who have been observing the man, went to him and ask him why he’s been taking only water, the man said ; I have been taking only water because I don’t have money to buy food.

The other passenger laughed and said ” The food has already been paid for, so everything we eat if free.”

Now you see why they say knowledge is power. This man didn’t know that all the food has already been paid for. If the other passenger didn’t come to his rescue, he would have taken water all through their journey.

A lot of us are guilty of this offence. We don’t like reading, most especially God’s word ( The bible). We see God’s word as a boring book. Hebrew 1:3 says that God sustains the universe with his powerful word.

Everything we need to survive on earth is written in God’s word. No wonder the bible says that man shall not live on bread alone, but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God. Matt 4:4

Now let’s come back to the reason for this article. Healing the bible says is the children’s bread. Matt 15:22-29

The bible says; ” His death took away our weaknesses and bore our diseases” and that by his stripes we are healed or made whole. Isaiah 53:4-5

So many of us don’t know this because we do not study God’s word. And so we don’t know that God has given us authority over everything which includes sickness.

Before now, I use to always fall ill, but the moment I found out the truth, I stopped being sick. For more than 10 years now, I have stop falling ill because anytime I see anything on my body, or I feel somehow, I will cast it out, and it will just go away.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as if they are times when I don’t take medication, but it’s just for minor sicknesses like malaria if I expose myself to mosquitoes or head ache or body pains which maybe as a result of stress.

What am saying in essence is that, I hardly spend money on sickness. Some people spend half of their income on drugs every month. It’s not supposed to be like that.

Because God’s word say in (3 John 1:2) ” That I wish above all things that you will prosper and be in good health.”

So if God’s desire is for us to be in good health and prosper, why should we then be spending so much monies on sickness.

Prosperity and good health work side by side. That’s why they say ” health is wealth.”

someone who is always sick would hardly be rich. That’s the truth, because if you are a business person for instance, and you spend most of your time in the hospital, you will not have time for your business and so you will not only be loosing sales, you will also be loosing your customers. And if you deal on perishable goods or goods that expires easily, you will also be loosing money through that means.

And if you are working for an organisation, after some time, you will be fired because your job will be suffering and no organisation wants that.

Even if you have people working for you and they are able to run your business well while you spend most of your time in the hospital, the monies which you always take to the hospital for treatment one day will affect the business.

So in conclusion, we should learn to study God’s word not just for prosperity sake, but also for our spiritual growth.


The members of the Praise Band had by now become exhausted. They had been singing for almost straight three hours. The groom, Frank, was a band member too. So they had actually prepared to give their own the very best ministration.


But it was now almost time for the reception, yet the groom had not showed up. The congregation was quite restless. Had the groom suddenly forgotten it was his wedding day? Or had something befallen him? Uncertainty was written all over their faces. But one thing that was sure was that he told his friends and the bride, Anita, that he was going somewhere but would definitely return.


The family of the bride were the most worried. Should Frank not show up at all, how would they contain the shame taking Anita back into their house? This morning, Anita’s father and mother had called her to themselves and bid her farewell concluding with some words of advice. And when she was finally set for the church she went and knelt down before them to receive their final blessings. Now how would they take back that which they had given out long ago, though if not physically but in their minds?


Anita was sweating profusely. To say she was uncomfortable was to say the least. She was visibly shivering. What degree of embarrassment! She knew some of her friends envied her greatly. She could, even in her distress, notice some giggling and conspiratorial winks among them.


Because some of them were even older than her and yet no one has come for their hand in marriage. She was getting married to a banker and not just an ordinary banker but a banker with the Central Bank of Nigeria.


But now it seemed everything wasn’t more than a mere dream. A mirage. Only her Chief best, Maureen, was truly happy for her and also felt devastated at the negative turn of events. “Bestie, just calm down. Everything is going to be alright. He’ll definitely show up. Remember he promised to” she encouraged Anita. But Anita was too emotionally destabilised to be comforted by these words.


Frank’s phone lines were all switched off. All attempts to reach him proved abortive.


Some friends had long been dispatched to check him in his house and his usual hangouts. Though it seemed naïve and unscrupulous looking for a groom in those places on his wedding day, they did so to merely fulfill all righteousness.


Meanwhile, in the church, what was meant to be a celebration had turned into mourning and marathon prayer meeting. And the teeming crowd was gradually shrinking. Each going away to spread the news like the biblical Samaritan woman who went out proclaiming: ” Come and see a man who had told me all I’ve ever did” only in their case it was: “Come and see a bride whose groom jilted on their wedding day!”


Anita was by now crying at a top gear despite her family’s and Maureen’s effort to calm her down. She had lost all hope of seeing Frank again. She was convinced he was a pathological liar. Her anger and rage for him knew no bounds. If only she would bump into him someday, she’d use her whole strength to pounce on him until she had inflicted some mortal wounds on him and disfigured his face with some ugly looking scars.


Because of the rumours circulated about by the chief “Amebos”, the church started getting filled up again. Though this time around not with invited guests but uninvited ones.


In the midst of the crowd she could see Steve, the guy she jilted to marry Frank. He was a chain smoker and a womanizer. So, when Frank asked her out and she discovered he was more morally sound than Steve, she called it quits with him. Seeing him now that Frank had disappointed her added fifty pounds weight of shame on her. She wished he was not there. But she was the one who had given him an invitation and insisted that he came. He was not among the uninvited ones. She wanted him to see their elaborate wedding. Their VIP guests and everything.


But now she wished she had not done so. She wished the ground could open up and shallow her up so as to shield her from the mockery of people and her shame. But wishes were not horses, you know.


Luckily, Steve moved up to her and proposed to her right there in the church. To the consternation of the whole crowd. She looked into his eyes and saw love. This is true love she thought. And though Maureen tried to prevent her from accepting the proposal, she ward her off by saying if she still believed Frank was going to come, then let her (Maureen) wait for him and marry him when he came. As for her, she is ready to go with Steve.


After he had put the ring on her finger, he carried her out and into his waiting car and together they drove to the court for a court marriage. And most of the crowd followed them, others left. Only few remained behind.


Exactly five minutes after they left, three helicopters descended on the Church premises and out from one of them came Frank, shinning and smiling in his nicely fitted designers suit.


Nonplussed, the whole church which was now left with only few people ( the faithful virgins) was thrown into a dead silence.

“Sorry, Frank. Anita left just now. She was heart broken you didn’t show up” Maureen wisely divulged as he walked up to them.


“But I knew you were definitely going to come back that’s why I waited. I tried convincing her. But she was too chagrined to listen. I’ll go find her now” she said backing off to leave.


But Frank grabbed her by the hand, drew her closer to him, looked straight into her eyes and said: “You believed in me. You had no doubt I was going to come back.


Though Anita had followed her ex, Steve, for another wedding, you refused to follow her. It’s for you I came”. At this she opened her mouth and eyes in surprise. “Who told him all this?” She wondered. “Actually it was a trial but she failed. I chartered these three choppers to take me and her and her family members to Lagos where we would then take a flight to London. For there is the real wedding venue not here. I only wanted it to be kind of a surprise. So go get your people and let’s go” he said.


“I can’t do this to my friend” she said. You’re her husband ” she rejected.


Frank chuckled and said, “Isn’t she now married to Steve? You commit no crime if you marry me”.He said in a relaxed tone. Yes, he had a point. Anita could not be his wife again. Had she not herself told her to marry him when he came? So she agreed.


When she was finally ready with her people and the their helicopter was about taking off, Anita came running with Steve pursuing her barefooted. She had got news of Frank’s return and therefore wasn’t ready to marry Steve again. But before she reached them, they had taken off already. Frank quickly wrote this note on a piece of paper and threw it down for her. It read:


“Anita, I’m sorry. You couldn’t wait for me. Your weren’t patient. You never truly loved me. You were only looking for any one who was available. Though, Maureen advised you to remain calm, you didn’t heed her advice. Now I’ve taken her. She will be my bride. My wife. I wanted this to be a surprise to you that our wedding was to hold in London not here in Jalingo. But you couldn’t wait. I wish you happy married life with Steve. After our honeymoon in Dubai we shall come to see you guys. Bye! London here we come.” Anita’s heart was pierced. It was on fire.


She fell on the ground and started rolling and wailing. And before she fainted, she gasped and said “So I missed the rapture!”


Jesus has a surprise for you.

Patience is the key to a successful life


Don’t go back to your old life (Steve) because he is tarrying His return. One day He shall surely return.


Don’t run away like Anita. It’s almost time!




Surrender your heart, love, and entire life to JESUS now, tomorrow may be too late.


Good things don’t come easily

A friend once said; On three occasions I got a job with a snap of the finger and I also lost them that same way.  But the place where am working currently, it took me one year to get the job.

And even though the money is not as plenty as the other places where I have worked before, I have peace, something I never enjoyed in those places.

And then I have some very good people whom God used to uplift me in so many ways. Through them I learnt some things for free which I tried learning some years back and was charged a huge amount of money.

Right now, I have learnt a skill which is paying me ten times what I was earning before. You won’t believe that I also learnt it for free. This is actually a blessing in disguise.

Like the saying, all that glitters is not gold.

When I lost my last job before where I am currently, I thought the world had come to an end. Because all my life I had not gotten a job that paid that much, plus all the benefits that came with it. Free accommodation, free food, free transportation with small small allowances and so on.

But you see, with all of this in place, I had no peace of mind. But then, I didn’t know that God was preparing me for something bigger and better.

Good things don’t come easily, it took me one year of loosing my job to be where I am right now.

The lesson I have learnt so far is that, when Satan takes away that thing which we desire and cherish so much, and God gives us something small as a replacement, we shouldn’t grumble because they might just be a gold buried inside it.

All we need to do is to patiently find out why God took us there. Because you might just realise later that where he has taken you to is far far better than the place you thought was heaven.

If you read my post on “ Patience! one of the keys to a successful life, you will see that it pays to patiently follow God and allow his will to be done. Because the will of God is the best thing that can happen to anybody.

Dont’t give up on God, because He will never give up on you

God is able to do what he says he would do. So don’t give up on God, because he will never give up on you. Just hang in there and believe in the faithfulness of He that promised. His timing doesn’t have to synchronise with yours. He doesn’t really have to answer your prayers by your methods and on your terms and timelines because he knows best.

God’s ways are far beyond the ways of men. He what to do and when to, he knows what connections to make for you and how to. He is the master puppeteer behind the curtains, pulling the strings and arranging all events of our lives to the end that his overall purpose and goodwill come to pass in us. Nothing is beyond him, and nothing can ever take him by surprise. Trust him, He wants you to.

I had been waiting on the lord for the miracle of a new job since I left my last job. I waited for 10 months. After the first four months, I miraculously got a call from a world class multinational inviting me for an interview. I believed in my heart that God had come through for me. I received a mail three weeks after the interview that I wasn’t successful.

My heart was broken. Lord, I thought you had given me this job I cried. But because God is consistent, I got a call again after over two months from the same company, explaining to me that the reason I wasn’t given the job was because they felt I couldn’t fill that vacancy which was for a particular region of the country. A vacancy had opened up in another region and they wanted to know if I was still interested.

To cut the story short, after another three more interviews and more than 7 months after I first got the impression that God had given me a job with that firm, I got my appointment letter. And the offer was completely fabulous.

The kind only he could have given. All through the period of my wait, the only thing that kept me going was the belief I had that God cannot lie, he doesn’t raise our hopes to dash them. He doesn’t open up a door that someone can shut.

The job didn’t come when I wanted it, it came when I needed it most. He really won’t allow you to be tempted beyond what you can take. He’s always on time and in a fix as to do in any situation. And unimaginably, I am even very grateful that my miracle didn’t come when I wanted it, but when I needed it, because in those my days of waiting, he taught me so much I would never had learnt had he come through for me any sooner. All praise be to his name.

Who is he that speaks and it comes to pass when the Lord has not spoken

One of our tenants conspired with the other tenants against my mum simply because she asked her to do sanitation, which she (the tenant) wasn’t willing to do.

They was no type of evil names she didn’t call my mum, they was nothing she didn’t say about my mum just so the tenants will join her to fight my mum. But God was with my mum. What she said about my mum wasn’t what God was saying about her.

Less than two weeks after an incident that occurred which led to them to gang up against her and collectively lied against her before the sanitation committee, God put confusion amongst all of them and they started fighting against themselves. Right now, the table has turned and all of them are now against the coup planner.

One thing I always tell people is that, if you keep your hands clean, God will fight for you. Try as much as you can to stay out of trouble, do what pleases God and leave the rest for him to handle.

If God is for you, no man can be against you. Where people go and say there’s no road, when you go God will make a way. Because the word of God says God makes a way where there’s no way.

When God says yes about your situation, no man can say no. And when he opens doors for you, no man can shut it.

Who is he that speaks and it comes to pass when the Lord has not spoken. What this means is that, no matter the curse that has been placed on you by the enemies, no matter what has been said against you.

Maybe they have said that you will not amount to anything in life, maybe they have said that you will never have your own children, maybe they have said that you can never get married, maybe they have said that you will remain a looser and so on.

If God has not spoken the same thing about you, the enemies are wasting their time. If God does not permit the devil to try us, the devil cannot do anything to us as Children of the most high God.

So fear not, for God will help you in time of trouble as he has promised. God bless you.