Saturday, 25 June 2022



I was thinking this morning...... about fishy things. Yesterday 25th June was National Catfish Day. I thought of joining the celebrations with a bowl well-spiced catfish peppersoup, but as I pondered on the dish, my attention was drawn to an interesting fact that Catfish have over 100,000 taste buds. The taste buds are located all over their bodies to help them sense where food is. Because they swim in murky water, their sense of taste serves as tool to find food when they can’t see well.

Wow! As I pondered on this fact, Nigeria politicians and their tendency to jump from one party where there is no longer food to another where there is food, came to mind. They work for AGIP (Any Government In Power). Nigeria politicians are not ordinary politicians, they are 'Catfish Politicians.'

Some people refer to themselves as 'foodie.' They love good food and will not miss on any opportunity to relish an experience. That's okay. However, when you have a friend that shows up at your home only when food is ready, he or she is not just a friend but a 'Catfish friend.'

According to Food and Agriculture Organisation (FAO), Nigeria is the world's largest producer of catfish with the catfish industry worth over N262 billion. As I reflected on our huge consumption of catfish, I began to worry that it may be causing a condition called 'Catfish Effect.' How else do you explain one man stealing over N80 billion of our commonwealth because he was the Accountant General if not because he has taste buds all over his body to smell money? Our politicians are showing the same tendency for legendary avarice.

2023 is an opportunity to deliver our nation from Catfish Politicians but what do we do with regards to the Catfish effect? Maybe we should switch from consumption of catfish to dogfish (a shark) to save ourselves from this disease. Otherwise, 1st Timothy 3:3 admonishes, 'Not greedy of filthy lucre; but patient, not a brawler, not covetous.'

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey

Saturday, 18 June 2022

Fatherless Fathers


I was thinking this morning..... As I drove towards an office complex last Friday, the gate was opened by a senior man probably in his late sixties. For some strange reasons, he reminded me of my dad as my mind drifted to the mid eighties. It was a difficult time for my family. My dad worked as a service personnel at an Oil terminal in Delta state. His salary was not enough to feed the family not to mention paying our school fees. Yet, we looked to him to perform the magic.

How can he meet all the needs of the family with his meagre income? To us as children, that was his headache. My dad will leave for his offshore work with empty suitcase but return with a 'provision store.' How? For the 4 weeks my dad will be at work, the meal meant to nourish him and give him strength to do the job, he will exchange for canned/non-perishable foods, so he could take home for his family not to starve. He did not eat his meal because he wanted his children to eat. He sacrificed his needs to fulfil our wants. Real fathers are heroes because their code is family before self.

Real fathers love and care for their wives and mother of their children. I once drove a pregnant woman in labour and her husband to the hospital. As the would-be father used words to sooth the pain of his wife, she snapped and slapped him saying 'No be you do am?' Chai! What fathers go through. After the baby is born, the mother will be given maternity leave but no one thinks of the father. He doesn't even get paternity leave to rest from his labour.

The most heartbreaking of all is that after years of fathers sacrificing their energy and time fending for the family, at retirement most fathers are ignored. While mothers go for 'omugwo' around the nation/world, fathers remain at home with care-givers. They are now fatherless fathers. Oh fathers!

As I remember the role fathers play, I am reminded of the greatest Father of all, our Father in heaven. I couldn't but hum the song of Mosun Olaitan 'Olorun to Tobi Olorun Baba Agba' 🎼🎵🎶

Fathers, stay hopeful. God no go shame us.

Happy Fathers Day.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey

Saturday, 11 June 2022



I was thinking this morning..... A man took his 10 year old son before the mirror, smiled and asked 'Son, what will you like to be when you grow up, a doctor, lawyer, pilot or an engineer?' The little boy stared back at him through the mirror and said 'Dad, I do not want to be any of the above. I want to be like you.'

It’s been said that Nigeria's biggest problem is the political class. They are corrupt, selfish and sometimes wicked, yet their children want to be like them. The children of Abacha, Sule Lamido, El-Rufai, Ibori, Uduaghan, Ganduje, Okowa and Fayose all contested the last primary elections for APC and PDP, just to be like their dads.

I watched Seyi Tinubu running around supporting his father before and during the just concluded APC convention and the viral video of that irresponsible father smoke shisha with his 2 or 3 year old son holding the pipe, I remembered the story of the 10 year old boy that wants to be like his dad.

Do you really want your son or daughter to be like you? I mean, the real you and not the facade most parents put out when they are in public. Whether you like it or not, you are the first role model for your children and they will in some way be like you. If you are not a picture of what you want your children to be, then change today.

Think about Proverbs 22:6.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey

Saturday, 4 June 2022



I was thinking this morning.... Last week my little niece in Scotland went to school and was told that her teacher called Miss White will be changing color next week. She couldn’t understand what they meant by 'she will be changing colour.' Out of curiosity she asked what that meant and was told that Miss White will be getting married next week and coincidentally her fiancé is called Mr Brown. So she will change from Miss White to Mrs Brown. 😀🤪

While it is true that chameleon changes colour to match its environment, humans can also change colours. How? Someone can turn blue from being cold or not breathing and also turn red when angry or embarrassed.

My niece's experience taught me a fresh lesson about how marriage can metaphorically change one's colour. Many get into marriage as Miss White (known for a particular good behaviour) but completely get influenced by the bad character of the spouse (Mr Brown) and she becomes Mrs Brown.

Some others (Miss White) get into marriage (with Mr Brown) and blend with the spouse. No one overwhelms the other. They both influenced each other and ended up being Mr & Mrs Beige (a mixture of white and brown), with both losing their original identity.

Yet a few 'Miss White' get into marriage with such strong character that Mr Brown drops his name to bear 'White'. Miss White remains who she was before marriage. There is no colour change, if any, it is Mr Brown that changes his colour.

Has marriage changed your colour? If marriage has changed your colour from white to brown or scarlet or even black, it's time to clean up. Isaiah 1:18 says 'though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.' If you must change colour, change to white.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey

Saturday, 28 May 2022



I was thinking this morning....A lot has been said about the new Netflix and Ebonylife Studio production movie 'Blood Sisters' but there is a scene that got me thinking and also left me in stitches. It was a scene where Timeyin (played by Genoveva Umeh) walked into the room where her mum, brother, Femi and his wife, Yinka were at the dinning table. With everyone shocked to see her out of rehab, she said 'Mummy always a pleasure to see you and you too bro.' Looking at the brother's wife, Yinka, she said 'Ah-ah. My brother's personal witch.'

Really? His personal witch? I am aware of people having personal doctor, personal security and lersonal secretary or assistant, but this is the first time I am aware of someone having a Personal Witch (PW). Reviewing the character of Yinka (played by Kehinde Bankole), it became obvious the title of PW was apt. She was manipulative, unconscionable and evil.

I reminisced on the myriads of problems we face and what people say. In the face of misfortune, it is common to hear someone accuse VP (Village People) or point to HT (Home Trouble). And when he can't place his finger on the root cause, he stands akimbo and ask 'Na who do us this thing?' Now you know the answer. It is the handiwork of your Personal Witch (PW).

When you have a spouse that makes you do everything wrong, he or she is your Personal Witch. Some people are unfortunate to have friends that often manipulate them into vices like drugs, womanising, debauchery etc. If you are such, don't worry, you got yourself a Personal Witch (PW).

On a national scale, our political leaders are our PW killing the nation by their unconscionable and wicked behaviour. This week we are at it again selecting the personal witches to be members of the National and State covens.

Matthew 10:36 says 'a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household.’ Seriously, look around you and answer this question, 'Who is your personal witch?' If you must, please be an angel and not a witch.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey

Saturday, 21 May 2022



I was thinking this morning..... A few days ago, I needed to do a little domestic chore and required a razor blade. With none at home, I stepped out to the shop outside the estate gate to get one. A pack was handed to me and I asked how much. 'Oga na N450' the Sales girl said. 'What? For ordinary razor blade?' was my shocked response.

I was still looking at the pack of razor blades when my eyes caught the label 'Safety Razor Blades.' Really? What is safe about razor blades? I can understand Safety pin because the pin point is held in a guard but don't understand exposed double edged blades being called Safety Razor Blades. Is the word 'Safety' meant to confer a reputation that the razor blades are safe? This surely is an irony.

Names can sometimes be misleading. I know of a man in Warri whose nickname is 'Ice-Water.' This man is as hazardous as boiling water or even acid. There is a girl called Peace who is a warehouse of trouble. Do not be fooled by names.

Sometimes, some people give themselves names that are completely at variance with their true nature to con unsuspecting people. For example, since Chelsea FC qualified for the UEFA Champions League and Arsenal may not (except a miracle happens today Sunday), their fans have terrorised the goons like professional demons. They say they are 'Blues' signifying serenity and quietness but in reality they are noisy, nosy and arrogant. The name 'Red demons' is more fitting for Chelsea fans. I know they will come for my head.

Be careful what you call yourself because calling yourself what you are not can attract a curse (Mark 11:14). Safety Razor Blades ko! Quiet and Humble Chelsea Fans ni!

Don't be deceived by names because there is nothing safe about Safety Razor Blades.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey

Saturday, 14 May 2022



I was thinking this morning.... I checked into a 4 Star hotel in Lagos this past week. On arrival at the hotel, the well dressed security man at the main entrance gate pressed a remote and both wings of the gate retracted. 'Oh yea! This is good,' I thought as I drove in. On stepping into the reception area, neatly dressed front desk officers were on hand behind a plexiglass. 'Welcome sir and please have your seat,' the gentleman said as I handed him my ID to confirm my reservation.

Within minutes, I was handed my electronic key card and the officer that checked me in walked over, took my bags and led me to the lift and then to my room on the first floor. At the door of my room, the young man tapped the electronic key, a red light flashed. He tried again and still red. 'Sorry sir. The key system is bad. Let me go get a manual key.' With that, he bolted down the staircase and returned in a couple of minutes with the key with which he unlocked the door.

As I settled into the room, I unpacked my laptop in preparation to join a meeting. Suddenly, I observed a German cockroach on the desk running around like a Warri pikin shouting 'papa dede, oyoyo'. As I tried hitting it, it docked under the TV set. 'What the heck?' I exclaimed as I picked up the phone to call the front desk. 'So sorry sir. I will send someone over,' was the response at the other end. Within minutes, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and instead of well dressed front desk officer or housekeeper, a utilities man came with a smell that suggested he had been working on a sewer. He stepped in the door holding a can of insecticide.

Apart from taking a step back due to the offensive smell, my response was 'do you intend to spray the insecticide while I am in the room?' I sent him out immediately and by the next morning, I left and checked into another hotel. In Nigeria slang, I Japa'ed.

Isn't my experience typical of what Nigerians experience every political season? The welcoming ambience stepping into the hotel is synonymous with the campaign season when politicians move about promising heaven and earth. The Cockroach Reception is what you get immediately the elections are won. The winner takes his family and strut through the podium at inauguration. And you? OYO (On-Your-Own) for you.

When you complain weeks or months later about failed promises, their social media warriors will attack you. If you persist, the DSS, EFCC and thugs will knock on your door with 'insecticide'. Many that can't take the disappointment will Japa leaving the rest of us to live with the Cockroaches.

We are at it again, the political season is on. My advise is, get involved in the process and ensure the right persons who will comply with Matthew 5:37 get elected otherwise what you get in 2023 will be the Cockroach Reception.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey