Monday, 21 December 2015

BORN AGAIN BUMPER STICKERS

Maybe it is the festivities or lack of fuel, the roads are unbearably busy. I had a very busy day today especially driving. And then as I drove into one of these mega stores, one woman did one kind of driving stunt that will make vin diesel green with envy, I come and fear o, because I nearly hit another car trying to avoid her. She didn't even have the decency to apologize. 
After we both parked, I walked over to her being the sister Tega that I am ( as I dey drive WWP signboard na) and she abused the living daylight out of me, as I looked at the car I saw two stickers (from 2014 and 2015) from a popular church in abuja. So I told her to act like a Christian woman that her bumper sticker says she is, don't apologize but please don't be rude and she boldly said I should leave her sticker out of this. I then apologized and told her now I understand that it is her car that is born again.

She was furious but mute. I hope she thinks again about her character next time she's driving her born again car because she just embarrassed that poor 'Ford'.


Galatians 5:22-23

Friday, 18 December 2015

HTH WORKER'S CHRISTMAS/APPRECIATION DINNER MAIDEN EDITION.

My church had a dinner party last night, it was lovely even though I could not stay through the duration.. Fantastic evening. God bless the leaders of this church. Wish I could put up all the pictures, Tolani, Tunmise and Goke are one of the best photo people I know. Shout out to the missions team!!! 



Senior pastors (the boss himself PG) Godwin and ( mamalicious) Seun Uwuba'men.

All my pastors except my pastor Solomon 


Awon mama niyen *runsandhides



Barrister Wesley and his amiable wife.


I love this couple. Dunno why!


Tolani babay. She's the camera gyel and our protocol brother simi.


My egbon superwoman flakky.


Mr protocol White Essien, And the Lovely sisters Sophia and Doreen




Chai, you never born? My darling darling friend Ebony and her gentleman husband.


YAAAAAAY! MY HOD and Ruth protocol trouble maker


(Some)ushers weren't left out. Igho babay.



Our red carpet comperes. Guiliana Rancic and Ryan Seacrest have nothing on you guys *wink


Dr Kay and his lovely wife Seyi.



My Home cell pastor repped too ke!  Bobos in the house.



Mr Chinedu and Francisca. ( the parents of my baby)




madam iyen and her husband 



She can sing for Africa my sis Pamela 



Ah! Missions team boss. Yaw!!!



Mr Oscongate and the mrs.


My ore of life, ore in Tucano, ore in Jesus! 
















Photo credit: Tolani/Goke/Tunmise.


















Mè BRANAMA ...



Was watching moments and toke was talking about having a celebrity play at your wedding as you danced in. Th only artist that ever crossed my mind to play at my wedding was kefee the 'branama queen'. 
Many people probably don't know her but that song is in urhobo and I heard it first when my sister was pregnant for Neta and I fell in love with the song. The lyrics are deep and it has more meaning to me now that I'm saved, then Paul play dairo killed it further in the remix. Been looking for the song since then voila I find it on iTunes. Hehehehehehe, everybody ti d'aran l'owo mi. Find this song, download it, if you don't understand urhobo or Yoruba look for interpreter and forget about sharing the gala and the booze!

Rest in peace kefee, thank you for that beautiful song.

Thursday, 17 December 2015

LOVE ME, FEED ME, NEVER LEAVE ME!




I heard my pastor talking about her relationship with God and I got so envious ( In a good way plix). She said God speaks to her In such a gentle manner and they have conversations that run deep. My life hasn't remained the same since that day, all I've done since is crave that kind of love relationship with the Father.
As I spoke to a friend about my craving, she told me that pastor O has invested time , more or less telling me to calm down. But this is my thought, if the first born child of my family is 20, she has spent 20years cultivating a relationship with my father, that doesn't stop me (4yr old) and my father from cultivating our own kind of loving relationship. He may not tell me deep things that may confuse m because of my age but He will speak to me in a language that will make me feel like He loves me probably even more than my 20 year old sibling abi? He will broker deals with me like He does my older sibling too, they may be less important than my older sibling's but they will be important to me. And as I grow older, it will get deeper? Bottom line, I sha get relationship with my papa abi? That's all I really want. 
I can't even begin to imagine the kind of sweet nothings God whispered to John that made him refer to himself as the disciple that Jesus loved. Chaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. 

It doesn't matter whether slow or fast paced, I am work in progress. One foot in front of the other, one day I will get there make I jus dey waka dey go.

John 13:23

Sunday, 13 December 2015

GO JOO!


Near the market on my way out of my house hangs a huge banner about a December party. I see it as I'm leaving everyday but somehow, I've never read it. 
So one fine morning as i was driving out, speaking in tongues o,I slowed down for the security guy to check my trunk as he flagged me. The guy handed me a flyer for a party, a twerking party!!! A party where u will learn to wain ha waist n shake ya behind in a certain manner.
They paid him to invite people to that party. And I'm sure the place will be packed full.
Reminds me of when I went to look for work in one bar like this and the guy asked if I could get girls to come for a party (like official opening). I gathered all my friends, old friends, new friends, asked them to come with their sisters and friends, as girls were leaving,girls were coming in because the place could not take the crowd.

Now e dey hard me to invite women to church! Devil is a counterfeiter true. That's what created me to be, someone calling people to His kingdom , it is the great commission but because I had no one to help me channel it In the right direction, I was populating hell. A few days ago, someone was telling me how their normal packed full church isn't so full anymore because of terrorist attacks but I hear the clubs are still packed full.

God have mercy! 

Mark 16:15
Matthew 28:19a.

Friday, 11 December 2015

SCATTER THE DADA!



Na so my amebo ways nearly put me for problem today o,( my holy amebo ways plix!) A woman had a baby with dreadlocks, and she said both her kids were born that way. So I just casually said cut the hair off, she said it will grow back, I said then keep cutting, then she said he will fall ill that even to comb the hair is a battle and his temperature will rise afterwards. I told her that I went back from team natural to straighten my hair because of the pain, so if I an adult gets head aches from combing my natural hair how much more an infant. 

That's how she said they said she needs to do a celebration before cutting the hair if not the child will die!!! Werin be dat? As a Christian? That is sacrifice, there's no difference between that act and carrying boiled yam and boiled egg with palm oil poured on it, in a calabash and dropping it at ori ta meta ('T' junction). If you are for God stand for God. Light and darkness cannot coexist. You never hear say God na jealous God? Where did you put Jesus in all this matter? What did He die for? 

See, it is written that children are a heritage of the Lord and every good and perfect gift comes from God, and His gifts maketh rich and addeth no sorrow. As I dey shave the hair I dey quote the scriptures, dem no born the dada to grow back. Instead d pikin fit just be permanent gorimapa from the prayers and laying of hands.
Celebration ko, ebo ni. 
As a tongue talking, bible believing, spirit soaked Christian you are doing celebration to cut your child's hair? Na overfeeding dey worry you, give some to the orphanage closest to you.

Colossians 2:15



LOOK AWAY FROM YOURSELF...



 


This week has been fantastic in more ways than one so tey I could not post. IMAGINE DAT! 
Pastor Tinu is an absolute delight, she and pastor O are from the same stalk. Then Aunty Paula white was in coza. That woman is WORDED meeeehn. God help me o, which day I wan know bible like dat na?

Anyway we went to an IDP camp to visit for Christmas, there were over 500 children and honestly I reevaluated but I didn't burst into tears like I normally do, I just begged for mercy. 
I'm here thinking of a new tab, new shoes, new hair, new this n that and someone is sleeping In a place made of cement bags? It is easy to just be preoccupied with your own life and forget that people are happy to have 1decent meal. These people are just happy to be alive, no WC, no kitchen, no security etc.These out reaches used to be like an inconvenience but I really appreciate them more now because it helps me put things into perspective.I'm in no way better than them.

In this particular IDP "estate" a woman had a baby but because there was no care the baby died. My heart broke when I heard that. 
Our children snub somethings but I saw these children grateful for a plate of Jollof rice. The smiles on their faces were priceless. I'm glad I was part of it.

Put a smile on someone's face this season.

In other news pastor o told me she will be harder on me in 2016, then referred to pastor Tinu saying no coach is friends with his athlete. YEPA! Anything harder than this na die na. Mo Gbe! But if that's what it takes, Holy Spirit just gimme the grace, make me teachable and sensitive. Bring it on mama! #runsandhides


Proverbs 19:17