MUST THE MINISTRY BE MOVED TO A PERMANENT SITE?

Maybe I'm not a preacher for I do not wear a cassock. Neither am I a mufti for i have little knowledge of the Qu'ran and hence can't deliver a fatwa. But i can actually measure up as a preacher on mufti.

Offerings, second offerings, thanksgivings, bazaars, donations. All sorts of celebrations that enrich the coffers of the ministers. "Give for it is better to do so and to be at the receiving end". "God loves a cheerful giver". "Give and you will be given more". All in a bid to move the ministry to the permanent site.

My question: Must the ministry be moved to the permanent site?

The second and last Adam made it very clear: "the Son of man has no where to lay His head".

No permanency!!!!!

The ministers of God should be in the following places:

1. In the streets, to bring the gospel messages home

2. In the wilderness, to seek the face of God

3. In various work places, to show people that to work is to pray

4. In the market places, to sell God to willing buyers

5. In government, to lead the people in fairness and truth

6. In schools, to teach science with morals

7. In the hospitals, to attend to patients with patient

8. In law courts, to take the case pro Deo

9. In music industry, to show the world that he who sings well prays twice

10. In the movie industry, to portray the morale of every story

That is a true example of one being in the world but not of the world.

I think Christ did most of His preachings outside the synagogue save on Sabbath days.

WEMBLEY PAYS RESPECT TO PARIS

The international friendly match between England and France ended in a 2-0 win for England. Above is the picture of wembley stadium in french colours as a sign of respect and solidarity for the recent terrorist attacks in Paris, France.
The word, "Egalite" means equality. However, a male reporter in Phoenix on CNN said that America would not and does not give equal priority to Boko Haram plaguing the West African nations of Nigeria, Chad, etc.
Sad enough!!!!!

TESTING THE 'INKLOPHONE'

I don't really know whether writers, like musicians are allowed to free style. As in, whether they can be granted an audience writing about anything that comes to head albeit inconsistent with an earlier paragraph.

I would have loved to be able to 'test microphone ooo' like Terry G and still yet maintain a reading audience. But I doubt if such ink testing would thrill the brain to continue its cognitive process. 

The brain actually would boycott an unintelligible piece with enough vexation it resents the sight of such articles eternally. Just like when Faze came up with 'Originality'. Name-dropping of some creative Nigerians (Nnamdi Azikiwe and Ojukwu not mentioned) and concluding that one day 'Una go hala my name, Faze!" His music has gone from weakness to weakness ever since. Maybe our brains angrily reacted to a call by Faze to watch out. Statistics doubt whether his name would ever be 'halaad'. Who knows?

So I still wonder whether an inconsistent write up would be consistently followed till its very end. Can something actually be permanent. Mr Buhari didn't have to utter a word to that effect. He just resigned the permanent secretaries. Nothing is permanent.

Anyway, what do I have to say? I'm tired of promises. Especially when they come from politicians. For every month I check my bank alerts to see if 5000 naira was paid in by the federal govt. Nothing. But the government promised this token for we, the unemployed graduates? Yes I fit into the category of the unemployed for I had to employ myself with no loans from the government.

How then would the ministry be moved to the permanent site? PDP said continuity, APC declared CHANGE. so we voted for change, or so did Prof Jega tell us. Of course Mr Orubebe protested and so did some people in front of their televisions. But we had to settle for CHANGE.Though the only change i still see everyday is my balance from bus conductors whenever I alight from a bus. Sham!

So where are we headed? Majek Fashek told us in his song that 'we are marching to the promise land'. Promise land he continued, is not America, not Asia, not Europe but a state of mind. America and Europe are definitely not the promised land, for all that are promised in these continents are freedom of irrational behaviours and politics without God. Asia, too many bloodshed. Africa, my Africa. Anyway, Majek is slowly getting back to his own promised land though it is taking him almost what it took the Israelites.

Don't even know why I disturb my little brain in all these. What really matters? Paris is more of a priority than black west Africa, Nigeria. The male reporter from Phoenix said it to our hearing on CNN. You didn't hear him? Boko Haram kills, yes but that is not America's priority. Then a Parisian whom I remembered in my prayers said blacks change their Facebook profile pictures just to get visa in France. What about those who prayed? That the god of France would be merciful to them too? Chai!!!!! Amadioha can be more effective, young lady. Anyway, as my brother Obie Lawrence said "it is human for one to be a racist. It is human also not to be. So what kind of human do you want to be?". 

I think most important today, is to wish you all the best life can offer. Be courageous, be determined, be bold, be smart and above all, don't just be human, be humane!!!!!!!

#justtestingthe'inklophone'#

TESTING THE 'INKLOPHONE'

I don't really know whether writers, like musicians are allowed to free style. As in, whether they can be granted an audience writing about anything that comes to head albeit inconsistent with an earlier paragraph.

I would have loved to be able to 'test microphone ooo' like Terry G and still yet maintain a reading audience. But I doubt if such ink testing would thrill the brain to continue its cognitive process. 

The brain actually would boycott an unintelligible piece with enough vexation it resents the sight of such articles eternally. Just like when Faze came up with 'Originality'. Name-dropping of some creative Nigerians (Nnamdi Azikiwe and Ojukwu not mentioned) and concluding that one day 'Una go hala my name, Faze!" His music has gone from weakness to weakness ever since. Maybe our brains angrily reacted to a call by Faze to watch out. Statistics doubt whether his name would ever be 'halaad'. Who knows?

So I still wonder whether an inconsistent write up would be consistently followed till its very end. Can something actually be permanent. Mr Buhari didn't have to utter a word to that effect. He just resigned the permanent secretaries. Nothing is permanent.

Anyway, what do I have to say? I'm tired of promises. Especially when they come from politicians. For every month I check my bank alerts to see if 5000 naira was paid in by the federal govt. Nothing. But the government promised this token for we, the unemployed graduates? Yes I fit into the category of the unemployed for I had to employ myself with no loans from the government.

How then would the ministry be moved to the permanent site? PDP said continuity, APC declared CHANGE. so we voted for change, or so did Prof Jega tell us. Of course Mr Orubebe protested and so did some people in front of their televisions. But we had to settle for CHANGE.Though the only change i still see everyday is my balance from bus conductors whenever I alight from a bus. Sham!

So where are we headed? Majek Fashek told us in his song that 'we are marching to the promise land'. Promise land he continued, is not America, not Asia, not Europe but a state of mind. America and Europe are definitely not the promised land, for all that are promised in these continents are freedom of irrational behaviours and politics without God. Asia, too many bloodshed. Africa, my Africa. Anyway, Majek is slowly getting back to his own promised land though it is taking him almost what it took the Israelites.

Don't even know why I disturb my little brain in all these. What really matters? Paris is more of a priority than black west Africa, Nigeria. The male reporter from Phoenix said it to our hearing on CNN. You didn't hear him? Boko Haram kills, yes but that is not America's priority. Then a Parisian whom I remembered in my prayers said blacks change their Facebook profile pictures just to get visa in France. What about those who prayed? That the god of France would be merciful to them too? Chai!!!!! Amadioha can be more effective, young lady. Anyway, as my brother Obie Lawrence said "it is human for one to be a racist. It is human also not to be. So what kind of human do you want to be?". 

I think most important today, is to wish you all the best life can offer. Be courageous, be determined, be bold, be smart and above all, don't just be human, be humane!!!!!!!

#justtestingthe'inklophone'#

REVENGE FOR PARIS?

"Never give terror a good reason"

The claim by ISIS that they killed over 132 Parisians is both inhuman and also and 'act of war'. So Paris wept, mourned and cried war. Death to the pepertrators, she said. Within 48hrs, 'letters' flew in from 'Paris with love',to Raqqa, Syria (ISIS stronghold). About 20missiles carried these sarcastic love letters. The media reported the airstrikes and swiftly moved back to portraying Paris as a city in grief. Right?

But I choose to describe those 20 missiles infamous for various reasons. First, we all know that anger beclouds judgement. And that revenge is better served cold. 20 missiles raining down from heaven and unto Raqqa in Syria lacked enough counter-terrorism strategies. When did Paris do the math and found out that her hit on Raqqa would not generate many civilian deaths? Plans of such strikes normally would take weeks and even months of planning. But it took Paris less than 48hrs to execute. Efficiency in anger? ISIS build their strongholds with many unwilling civilians trapped inside. Some time ago, it was even reported that hey used these hapless civilians (women and children alike) as shields during attacks. then within hours of attack in Paris, 20 missiles went to pay the perpetrators in kind. While I believe ISIS would be hurt, I also believe that a number of innocents greater than that witnessed in Paris must have been slaughtered, maimed and hurt in Raqqa. More saddening is the fact that no one will pray for Raqqa. But i will attempt. No one will place flowers on these dead innocents, but I will attempt. No CNN or BBC will report their deaths but I will attempt. Raqqa weeps now as much as Paris.

O Paris, do you think ISIS must have attacked you without knowing you would seek revenge? They probably wanted you to react. They probably tied their prisoners in Raqqa and allowed you to strike. You took the bait in anger, O Paris. You struck and according to you, "the targets were completely destroyed". Body parts must have been dismembered; limbs severed, heads blown clean off, eyes popped out from its sockets, mouths torn apart. That which happened in Paris is now also obtainable in Raqqa. But no one would pray for Raqqa.

I do not pray for ISIS. I pray for Raqqa. I pray for the human hostages in Raqqa who received the undeserved  'love letters' from Paris. I pray for the children and mothers who would never have anyone place flowers on their shallow graves.

I did pray for Paris. But I now doubt if Paris prayed for herself. If she did, I believe God must have told her that vengeance is His ( of the Lord's)

#PrayforRaqqa#

#PrayforParis#

"Counter-terrorism must endeavour not to give terrorism a good terror-reason"

A MINUTE SILENCE FOR PARIS

A MINUTE SILENCE FOR PARIS

............(60secs gone)

We can no longer be silent. No, not even for a minute. PARIS WEEPS. Her children were gunned and bombed down yesterday. She sobs uncontrollable. She just cannot be consoled. She in her lamentations has called this senseless massacre an ACT OF WAR. Terrorism is never the way. Love and peace should prevail. PARIS WEEPS. Whatever reason terror has, terror-reason is always wrong for terrorism targets the innocents. The children of Paris were in a cinema watching movie yesterday, now we watch their sad tales in televisions today. PARIS WEEPS.

But her wailings seem so loud and her sympathizers seem more populous. That is good but should our wailings not all matter? Long before the children of paris had gone to watch movies, the children of BORNO have been living in Internally displaced People's camps (IDPs). They have long been separated from their parents who are neither dead or lost. Long before the children of Paris sat down to watch movie, the children of YOLA had lost their maternal seats on the lap of their mothers. They now sit on bare floors in IDP camps or in dangerous forests. Long before he children of PARIS laughed at the funny comedies in the cinema, the children of DAMATTURU writ in pains of being raped by savage terrorist and thus face psychological breakdown, STDs and VVF.

PARIS WEEPS. But long before her touching cries, the tears of BIAFRA had dried up, she now shed blood. Her lachrymal fluid is quenched. She now cries blood. Worst in her case, is the fact that everyone says that she has no child. Even some of her children have been taught to believe so. She is barren they say. In the late 60s they were killed. And the persecution prevails till now. How many more children do they expec her to lose before CNN or BBC can report? 

PARIS WEEPS. And so do I. Paris has beautiful lasses and so do BIAFRA. The children of Paris deserve not to die and so are the children of Biafra. The children of Paris deserve to watch movies and sports in peace. The children of Biafra do not plead to be allowed to watch movies in cinemas or watch soccer in stadia. They just want the world to recognize that they have a mother. 

Lest I forget, terrorism anywhere is terrorism everywhere. Let us together stop the fanatics. But also, let us make sure we don't incite fanaticism by our political decisions. by clandestine sanctions and political killings.

Together let us pray for Paris for she weeps.

Together let us recognize the children of Biafra for she's also a woman

Let us avoid another day of mourning. So many minutes can be saved by that.

THE LIFE OF AN AVERAGE NIGERIAN

LIFE OF AN AVERAGE NIGERIAN

Wakes up to a Monday blue

Knowing by 5 he must be through

Cos he knows just one thing is true
Clock-in after 8 and your stay is due

Works tirelessly for fear of sack
For finance is something not to lack
Leaves the office by 8 and heads to park
And gets home only when it's dark

Wakes again but happy for the day
For the day he knows is a Friday
Sings a song and dance to the play
Gosh! It feels like a birthday

Work is closed and off he goes
One bottle down and so his woes
Steps on the dance floor and dance to the flows
So many around and they dance in twos

Leaves by 2 and maybe in 2
Lives alone so no one to explain to
Up on the bed to rest or to......
Whatever, it's between the two.

Unlike work, church can wait
Better still, he can be late
Carnal desires first to sate
And God can be placed on another date

The man of God anyway doesn't care
His souls may perish but his money, so dear
The end is near and death to fear
His cross alone to bear.
‪#‎guiltyascharged‬#

SHOW A LITTLE KINDNESS, FRIENDS

SHOW A LITTLE KINDNESS, FRIENDS

We were in the bus heading to our different destinations. The bus conductor was right anyway, but I couldn't just allow that. We were stuck in traffic for over 50mins and as a result, the bus conductor suggested to the little girl of about say 6 -8years, to come down and cross over to the other side of the road where the traffic was less so she can get to school before eight.

Nice from him but then the traffic was much so I quickly interrupted the suggestion explaining to the bus conductor that she can't do it alone. She would need a helper; a crosser. The bus conductor definitely got my point. Another little boy of about 14years, not neatly dressed, suggesting he might be an apprentice and probably running late to his master's shop got down to cross over. Quickly, the bus conductor seized the opportunity and handed the little girl over to him.

Bus conductor: (handing her over to him) please hold her hand and take her to the other side.

The boy accepted and took her. Still in traffic so I was able to monitor them through the windows of the bus. It should be ladies first, but the boy realizing the dangers of letting her be in front made her stay behind. Then carefully they bypassed the different buses and cars. At each manouver he made sure she had scaled through before he made another. He had passed another narrow space between two cars when a reckless driver nearly hit the girl. Instinctively, he drew the girl to himself before hauling some verbal insults on the driver. She was already like a sister to him. Then still with hands joined, they crossed over to the other side and out of my sight. Then he led her to a bus, she boarded and off to school, and him off to the shop, no contact exchange for they are too young to posses a mobile phone and maybe no goodbyes, I presumed.
The girl may grow into a senator tomorrow, or an education minister. The poor boy may end up as a 'succesful' vulcanizer or might even return back to his rural beginning and end up as a palmwine tapper or village town crier. But they once met, and the 'would-later-become' wine tapper assisted the 'would-later-become' senator to ensure that no disability befell her.

My point: We have always been assisted by family, friends and even total strangers in our sojourns in life. Sometimes, we would never get to thank some of our helpers. But we can always repay the goodwill by doing good to those we meet in our everyday lives. Come out from your pride and say a good morning to that bike man. Greet that peasant farmer. Assist that old woman with her luggage(or is it baggage?). Carry that child across the wide gutter, buy that madman a lunch. Some people even just want you to listen. So listen attentively to that complaint, and don't judge. Offer an advice if necessary.

Final point: No final points, just show a little kindness. Someone did it for you. And maybe you don't even remember they did.