Saturday, 22 January 2022



I was thinking this morning..... While growing up in Warri, my dad taught me a lot of lessons about life by direct instructions. However, there was a vital lesson I learnt from him by observation.

It happened during my early teen years when my dad had almost completed his football team of eleven children. When his friends worry about how he was going to cater for us all through the University, I remember always hearing him say 'Don't worry, they will all be on scholarship.' My dad was not a very religious man at the time, but for some reasons he had no fear or doubt about us going through the University.

Just before we started gaining admission to the university, my dad no longer had a regular job or stable source of income. Yet, he went ahead and added a reserve bench of two, making a total of thirteen children. Then my elder brother gained admission and we were wondering how the fees will be paid. 'Where is the scholarship daddy has been talking about?' I wondered. Before I could lose faith in his words, an oil company based in my community started giving out scholarships to university students from the community. By the time the last of us graduated, 10 out of my dad's 13 children went through the university on scholarship. Wow! His words came to pass.

As I thought about how 2022 will turn out, I remembered the lesson I had learnt from my dad to only speak the right words. Be careful what you say about this year, because it might just come to pass. You don't have to be religious for this to happen. Your 2022 will not be built by bricks and mortar but by the words you speak. You can create your world with your words. Frame your life with God's word; you can't have a life that is different from your words. Proverbs 18:4 'A person's words can be life-giving water.'

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 15 January 2022


I was thinking this morning..... as I stepped out for my morning walk days ago, I was approached by a young man that said, 'Please, how can I get to Road 13?' Hmm! Because my estate is so complex, I did my best in giving him direction, while I continued my perambulation. Thirty minutes into my walk, I ran into this same young man at the wrong end of the estate still asking questions about how to get to Road 13. Wow! While I felt sorry for him, I imagined what the rigmarole could portend.

Should the young man be responding to an emergency, the worst surely would've happened due to the delay. On the flip side however, should the young man have sinister motive, then it's sure a good thing that he has missed his way. In Waffi parlance, e don waka loss.

On the back of this, I recalled a customised caller tune I had years ago that says 'Any person wey dey waka for your sake for evil, e go waka loss in Jesus name.' As I replayed it in my head and smiled, I thought about 2022 and prayed.

Firstly, the wife of a friend was abducted late last year and has been with her abductors for over 50 days. Ahh! I prayed silently that any scammer, robber or kidnapper headed our way this year, dem go waka loss in Jesus name.

Secondly, bad leadership has been the bane of our beloved country Nigeria. With 2022 being a pre-election year, we are beginning to see movement of politicians here and there. My prayer is that anybody going up and down the country wanting to get into power to give Nigerians pain and sorrow, e go waka loss in Jesus name.

In this year 2022, keep your focus, plan your journey and above all, have the right motive. Do not go to and fro nor walk up and down like satan (Job 2:2), otherwise, you go waka loss o.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 8 January 2022



I was thinking this morning...... For the first time this year, I went out mid morning yesterday for an event. Like is common in Lagos, a supposedly 10mins journey took about 45mins. Chai! This Lagos traffic. As I settled into the reception with a cold bottle of water, I recalled a new report by the Financial Derivatives Company (FDC) Limited led by Bismarck Rewane that indicated that every Lagos resident would have spent over six years in traffic by the time they clock 55 years. Wow! It is no news that Lagos State has one of the worst traffic gridlocks in the world. What I do not understand though is how this problem has become intractable.

As I thought on this, I tried to imagine how many weeks I will spend in Lagos traffic this year and wondered what we all are doing in this Lagos. How is it that some persons are aware that they will spend 6 years of their active years in traffic and still choose to remain in Lagos? But really, isn't that a reflection of our lives? Many find themselves in places they have no reason being at and are held up for years without making progress. For some, their life traffic is where they work and for others it is their relationship. Many really want to move forward but don't know how because circumstances around them had locked them down like Lagos traffic.

In avoiding the Lagos traffic, many had devised creative ways. Some wake up and leave their homes for work as early as 4am while others rely on Google map and traffic radio to help them avoid congested routes. A few had even been ingenious enough to buy an ambulance or hearse as their personal vehicle, and breeze through some routes pretending to be on emergency response. Chai! Lagos traffic.

As you drive through 2022, plan your days, weeks and months. Be intentional about where you go or who you associate with because they could be life traffic in disguise and if peradventure you run into traffic, be creative. Creativity is of essence if you must make progress, else please raise a cry of distress (Isaiah 15:5).

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 1 January 2022



I was thinking this morning....... about angels and monsters. Why do many start the year as angels and end it as monsters? I learnt recently from a movie I watched, that monsters are more than just horrid looks and claws and teeths, monsters are born of deeds done. Unforgivable ones.

Apart from the cover page, all the pages of this book called 2022 are blank and we all have equal opportunity to write what we may. We may either fill the days with good or bad deeds.

Don't let hard times make you do unforgivable things because with each act grows your fangs and claws, turning you into a monster. Walk in love and forgiveness and you will be an angel. Seek good daily and you will soon notice your wings and halo.

God is not a man that He should lie, he created you in his own image and likeness (Genesis1:27). If you can't aspire to be an angel in 2022, at least be human rather than a monster.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy NewYear. .

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

Saturday, 25 December 2021


I was thinking this morning.... Wow! It's another Christmas, meaning it's less than a week to a new year. Have you achieved your goals for this year or did you fall short? Can the umpire of life raise your hand that you actually won or like we say in Warri, did you fall your hand?

In 2019, one Inetimi Timaya Odon better known by his stage name Timaya, released a song titled 'I can't kill myself.' For those not familiar with the song, the chorus goes 'This life I can't kill myself, I can't kill myself, ohh I can't kill myself, Allow me to flex, oh'. In the streets, the notion was 'pidginised' to become 'I can't comma kee myself.' This song has today become one of the most negative influences on Nigerians and is at the root of what I refer to as the 'Timaya Mentality (TM).'

You started this year with a vow to embrace a healthy lifestyle. You promised to eat healthy and exercise more. You started well, avoided your favourite kponmo and borokotor and was walking an hour daily. Two months down the line, you started slowing down and by May, you looked around and said 'I can't comma kee myself,' and you went back to your old habits. Sorry, you are a victim of the 'Timaya mentality (TM).'

Many promised to be more spiritual this year. Few months down the line, they were face to face with their Achilles heels, which for some is a cold bottle of beer and others the urge to gossip. They thought for a moment, capitulated and said 'I can't comma kee myself.' Chai! They are now slaves to the Timaya mentality.

Many have been nothing but financially reckless and were at some point happy to join the Timaya choir to sing the chorus 'This life I can't kill myself o. Allow me to flex o.' They have flexed and now the year is ending with nothing to show for it.

2021 ends in 5 days and many are dying because they just couldn't hold themselves to higher standards of self discipline. Please don't kill yourself, just be self-disciplined so you can achieve greatness in the new year. 2nd Timothy 1:7 says 'For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.'  Whatever good you've started to do just keep the discipline.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Merry Christmas.

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

Saturday, 18 December 2021



I was thinking this morning..... It's 12 days to the end of 2021 and many wise persons are currently retrospecting on the year and introspecting on what they can do differently. Though I have a magistrate in my immediate family, I've never been in a court room all my life and never knew until recently that judges break the tip or nib of their pen after sentencing an individual to death. Wow!

My sister never told me about this practice, maybe because she has never sentenced anyone to death. 'Why would judges break the pen?' I wondered. I found out two reasons why. One being that judges symbolically break the nib of their pen after sentencing a man to death so that the pen which is used to sign a person's life away will not be used to do that ever again. Another reason is that after writing or signing the death sentence, the judges have no power to review or revoke the judgement he has passed. Wow!

As I reflected on both reasons, I thought about 2021 and how so many have sentenced their offenders to emotional and psychological death. How? You may wonder. You had a bestie who offended you and you swore never to forgive nor speak to that person again. As far as you are concerned, that person is dead to you. You did not only sentence the person, you broke the pen.

There are some whom their parents had treated so badly and they are so hurt. They cut ties with their parents and assume them dead.

With six days to Christmas and twelve days to a new year, I beg you, do not break the pen used in signing the sentence you passed on your parents, siblings or friends because you were offended. Rather, review and revoke the judgement and start 2022 on a clean slate. Hebrews 8:12 'For I will be merciful toward their iniquities, and I will remember their sins no more.'

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday and merry Christmasis advance.

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

Saturday, 11 December 2021



I was thinking this morning..... about the magic of nature. With 19 days to year end, no doubt 2021 has been very stressful for many. While many may be suffering from 'Zoom fatigue' with the marathon online meetings that have become their life, others are just worn out physically. For me, the burial I attended at Akure last weekend afforded me an opportunity for a 'staycation' since Covid restrictions are preventing vacations.

Our day started when we took a short ride (about 24km) from Akure to the ancient town of Idanre, location of the famous Idanre hills. The sheer sight of hills on both sides of the road as we entered the town gave away how beautiful and breathtaking nature could be. No wonder, the son of Oduduwa that first discovered the magnificent range of hills was provoked to exclaim 'Idan ree!', meaning 'This is magic' in yoruba.

To kick start our adventure, we started at 'Ibi Akasu' at the base of the hill and climbed 682 steps to the top with 5 resting points. At the peak of the hill standing at about 3000 feet above sea level, the view of the new town was just stunning. As I stood with hands akimbo looking at the ancient town below, like Oduduwa's son, I shouted 'Idan ree!'.

At the top, we visited the Old Primary School, Igbo Ore elementary primary school built in 1896, and the first customary court built in 1906. When I saw how the hills were elaborately designed with one mimicking the face of a chimpanzee and others neatly arranged on each other, I asked 'who arranged these rocks?' With no response, I bellowed 'Idan ree!'.

Truly Idanre hills is not for the faint hearted. During the adventure, our tour guide gave us a simple instruction not to look back while ascending nor look up when descending. One of us made light the instructions and looked up on our way downhill. The view was so frightening that she froze and became a pillar, but this time not of salt like Lot's wife. When we finally got downhill, we laughed and my young wife said, 'now I understand why Lot's wife became a pillar of salt when she did not obey a simple instruction not to look back.'

The four hours we spent at Idanre hills was very soothing confirming the saying that nature is the antidote to fatigue and stress. Interact with nature by smelling a flower, listen to birds sing or go hiking because Psalm 147:8-9 says 'He covers the heavens with clouds; prepares rain for the earth; he makes grass grow on the hills.' In this season, if you can't afford a vacation, go for a staycation and if that is not possible, then try a 'solocation.' Whatever it is, find time to unwind and rest from all the stress.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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