Sunday, 15 October 2017

I was thinking this morning..... about Nigeria Wedding Colours

Nigerian Wedding Colours

I was thinking this morning.... about colours and how it has evolved in Nigeria. If you think you are familiar with colour types, pick up Nigerian wedding invites and test yourself. A colleague invited me to his daughter's wedding and as I read the invite, I saw 'Colour of the Day; Aqua/Fayrouz Green.' 'Which one be Aqua/Fayrouz Green again na?' I had quipped. As I soliloquized, I recalled watching a Nigeria movie, 'Dance to my beat,' recently where the colour for the wedding was 'Champagne gold.' Trust me, when I heard 'champagne gold,' I struggled to picture what it will look like.
The way we are going in Nigeria, we will soon establish our own colour scheme. Haba naija!!! Until my adult life, I never knew that there were other colours aside from the basic primary and secondary colours we were taught in school. Since I started receiving wedding invitations, I now know that we have tertiary and now Nigeria colours.
But wait a minute, why have we chosen to depict our colours with food and drink instead of using the actual names? Could it be sheer laziness to find out what the shade of colour is called or our proclivity for 'owambe' or 'igbadun?' 'Think Party, Think Food and drinks!' Is the colour description meant to give an indication of what to expect at the event? Maybe. When the colour is Aqua/Fayrouz green, expect lots of water, Fayrouz and other soda drinks, but when it is champagne gold, you know what to expect.
I found out that the colour my friend called Fayrouz green could either be Lime, Pear, Chartreuse or even Parakeet and what they call champagne gold could either be Blonde, Daffodil or even Dandelion. If you think about it deeply, you will not blame Nigerians for being creative. Imagine reading the colour of the day in an invite to be 'Chartreuse or Parakeet,' how on earth will one know that it is a shade of green?
Yes it is creative associating the colour to something everyone is familiar with, my only grouse with our choice of description is that some are too elitist. For example, how can a typical waffi man know what champagne gold looks like when he has never drank champagne before? Instead of saying 'champagne gold,' why don't they say 'Chinchin gold?' They can also use 'Alomo Bitters red,' 'Dogonyaro green,' 'Indomie cream,' 'Coca Cola black' and so on.
Another challenge I have with our brand of colour scheme creation is that it feeds the 'aso-ebi agenda.' All I can say is that it is well.
In closing my colourful thought, I am pleading with event planners to minimize the description of colours with food and drinks because it masks the essence of the occasion. For example, the message of Isaiah 1:18 is repentance and salvation, now imagine a Nigerian invite reading, 'Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord; though your sins are like Alomo bitters red, they shall be as white as rice; though they are red like Valentino wine, they shall become white like fresh pounded yam.' Be careful with your illustrations. May God help us to manage our 'igbadun mentality.'
Happy Sunday.
.....Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

I was thinking this morning..... about Youths and Elders

Youths and Elders
I was thinking this morning......on my way back from work the other day, I turned on the radio to listen to the major news where I get information on the local environment. What I heard got me very confused. The presenter had read out a statement which he credited to 'the Youth wing of the Rivers Elders Forum.' For some seconds I tried to make sense of what 'Youth wing of Elders Forum' really meant. Does it mean these guys are the youngest of the elders or there are youths that are elders?' In my search for understanding, I recalled watching on TV some time back, the visit of youths from the south-south of Nigeria to the then Acting President, Yemi Osibanjo. Watching these so-called youths stand with Osibanjo for group photograph made Osibanjo look like a teenager. I asked myself at the time, if these were youths or elders. Now I know better, they were the 'Youth wing of the Elders Forum.'
As I continued to scratch my head in confusion, I recalled a true story a doctor friend, now retired, told me. He had mentioned that some years ago, an expat arrived the organization to resume as a staff supposedly under 60 years, though his looks said otherwise. Like we do in Nigeria, he decided to give him a warm welcome with a vigorous handshake. To his chagrin, the man's hand dislocated from the shoulder. At this point the expat confessed to being in his late seventies. Hmm!!! He must be a member of the youth wing of the elders forum.
You know, I have always wondered when that common saying in Nigeria, 'the youths are the leaders of tomorrow' will come to pass. Little did I know that it is already being fulfilled. I found out that the average age of the current Federal ministers is 55 years, with the youngest, Abubakar Malami and Kemi Adeosun being 50 years and Audu Ogbeh, the oldest being 70 years. Hmm!!! Look at the current Senate. Of the 109 seats, there is no senator below 40 years of age. Dino Melaye is the youngest at 42 years and Shaaba Lafiagi the oldest at 76 years. What is clear is that with 83 of the senators (76%) aged between 50 and 70 years, don't make the mistake of thinking the majority of our leaders are elder statesmen. No! No!! No!!! They are simply members of the youth wing of the elders forum.
I am not sure what the motivation is for an elder to lay claim to being a youth or whether there is a demographic called youths, but whatever it is, something ain't right, like the Americans will say. Joel 2:28 says, 'And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.' But the way it is in Nigeria, it is the old men dreaming dreams and seeing visions, while the young men are either sleeping and snoring or helping the old men achieve their dreams. Youths, wake up and be truly youths.
Happy Sunday.
.......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey.

Sunday, 1 October 2017

I was thinking this morning ...... about Independence Day

Independence Day
I was thinking this morning..... about Independence Day. I woke up this morning with smiles recalling how as students in the early eighties we looked forward to Independence Day. How with freshly washed and ironed uniforms, we all troop to the Warri Township Stadium for the Independence Day match past. Oh, we took every step with great expectation of a glorious future for our nation. Today, 57 years after we were granted independence, we are still grappling with potty training issues. At a time when only last Monday, Dubai launched the world's first self-flying taxi, we cannot even boast of a decent taxi on a decent road, instead our own pacesetter state was donating 1000 power generators to the Nigerian Police. Oh God, where did we get it wrong?
As I sat by the edge of the bed lost in thought, my mind drifted to my 57 years old colleague getting ready for retirement. With his children out of university, he was ready to step aside, confident of facing what lies post-retirement. But why is Nigeria still a baby at 57?
Could it be because of bad leaders? Yes. Could it also be because we are docile followers? Yes. As I hung on to that line of thought, I recalled the Ugandan Hon. Fred Mukasa Mbidde of Democratic Party, who in deference to his party position had told the press, 'I have consistently stated that I will not kowtow in their poohoo.' Even as I smiled at his statement, knowing fully well that 'the guy dey learn work where our very own Patrick Obahiagbon is,' I realized how apt a point he has made. We the followers have not only been docile, we have been kowtowing in the poohoo of our past and present political leaders.
I know from college that 'kowtow' means to bow down in adoration, and recently found out that 'poohoo' means useless cries of pain made when one is pooing. Think about it, we know the politicians are looting us dry. Looting the money meant for education, health care, power and even our pension. We shout and wail on social media, but when the next thief is discovered to belong to our political party or tribe, we excuse it. We let it go. For the rest of us, these same people return in different garbs shouting on top their voice how they have become politically born-again and now want to better our lives. We vote them in again. Ah, we are kowtowing in their poohoo.
Step it down one level. You see parents support their kids to beat the school laws by smuggling contraband into the hostels. Some even go further to support malpractice in schools, because the noise all around them is how the end justifies the means. More and more parents are failing their children because we are no longer the moral and spiritual beacons we are expected to be. Oh, a broken family is a broken nation. We all are kowtowing in their poohoo.
As we look forward to another 12 months when we will return to celebrate Nigeria at 58, I beg you, do not kowtow in the poohoo of those that are dragging us down. We must return the ancient landmarks. The scripture says in Hosea 14:1, 'Nigeria, come back! Return to your God! You're down but you're not out.'
Happy Independence.
....Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey.

Sunday, 24 September 2017

I was thinking this morning.....About Aggressive Defensive Move

Aggressive Defensive Move

I was thinking this morning..... about how aggressive we have become as a people. It was another Monday morning when I set out for the airport very early and so much time to spare, or so I thought. But the driver of the taxi I took had other plans. His aggression on the road made me wonder why was not a Formula One driver. Though his aggression seems to be measured and safe, his impatience at the tollgate and quick maneuvering between cars dropped the question in my lips, 'what is driving this guy?' or putting it in Warri slang 'wetin dey work this guy?'
When I arrived at the airport, checked in and sat at the waiting lounge, I opened my online News page and read an article about last weekend's Formula One race in Singapore and how Sebastian Vettel lost the race to Lewis Hamilton. The writer had asked, 'How much will Sebastian Vettel come to regret the aggressive defensive move that contributed to the collision that took him out of the Singaporean Grand Prix?'
The statement made me reflect on the 'aggressive defensive moves' we make all too often and the regret that follows. It is okay to defend yourself but when your defense becomes too aggressive, you become the aggressor. In defending ourselves we must know that discretion is the better part of valor.
Think of David Luiz of Chelsea last weekend, who was being bullied by an Arsenal player. In defending himself, he became too aggressive, came at Sead Kolasinac viciously and was shown a straight red card. Too bad! He had become the aggressor. Discretion is the better part of valor.
'Aggressive defensive move,' is this an inbuilt character trait or did we learn it from the environment? Oh I see the link. We have been hurting the environment and destroying everything natural. In response, nature became aggressive and lashed at men with Hurricane Harvey, Irma and Maria. The impact is devastating. Aggressive defensive move will always leave regrets.
You are married but feel marginalized by your in-laws and therefore you want to defend yourself. If you are too aggressive and decide to threaten your husband with divorce and starvation, don't be surprised if they launch 'Operation Mama Carol must go!' Hmm!!! Discretion is the better part of valor.
Oh, how important it is to exercise caution, because Prov 19:11 says 'A man's discretion makes him slow to anger, And it is his glory to overlook a transgression.'
Happy Sunday.
.....Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey.

Sunday, 17 September 2017

I was thinking this morning........... about Stress

I was thinking this morning ..... about stress. I started last week on a high, with an early Monday morning boat ride out of town for an inspection. No breakfast or even time to think of one. When we were done by lunchtime, I was out of time and was going to miss my boat ride back. So I skipped lunch and headed straight to the jetty. By whiskers, I was able to get into the boat just before it set off. I took my seat at the last row, took a deep breath and with eyes shut, I thought about how stressful life can be and then I remembered this gist that made me smile.

It was about an okada man that worked till 2am. On getting home, he decided to take a bath. He suddenly ran out naked shouting ghost! ghost!! ghost!!! Narrating his ordeal, he said he has poured water on his head several times but it's not touching his head. Neighbours rushed out only to discover he didn't remove his helmet before having his bath. Hmm!!! I giggled and for the first time I agreed with the words of Richard Carlson that 'Stress is nothing more than a socially acceptable form of mental illness.'

As I gave the words of Richard Carlson some more thought, it occurred to me that like the okada man, stress may be responsible for the flashes of insanity we are seeing around the world. Think about it, after a traumatic 2016/2017 season, Arsenal FC fans were hoping for some joy early this season. Guess what? After narrowly winning their opening match, they lost to Stoke City and were stunned by Liverpool. While everyone expected Arsene to strengthen the team while the transfer window remained open, he shocked everyone and sold Ox to Liverpool and brought in 'Nobodinho.' Like the okada man, he is expecting water to touch his head while he has his helmet on. Oh it must be stress that is responsible for the insanity flash.

Trust me, it has to be stress that is causing these flashes of insanity. Imagine the news of three passengers on board Air Peace flight from Lagos to Abuja being arrested and charged to court for pointing out and demanding an explanation as to why the emergency exits on the plane were blocked with seats. Instead of FAAN and NCAA grounding the aircraft and arresting the personnel that cleared the aircraft, they arrested the passengers that complained for being unruly. Yes, it must be stress that is responsible for this insanity flash.

It must be financial stress that will make a man pummel his wife simply because she asked him for money. Oh it must be 'spiritual stress' that will make a Professor kill his SAN younger brother in Ibadan because they had a dispute over their father's property. Both men only recently returned back to Nigeria after sojourning abroad. Please don't ask me what 'spiritual stress' is.

As you go out today and observe or read about these flashes of insanity, many may not be as a result of home trouble, they may just be from stress. Whatever, it is you are going through, just RELAX, God is in control.

Have a very happy and RESTFUL Sunday.

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

Sunday, 10 September 2017

I was thinking this morning ........ about Shame

I was thinking this morning....... about shame and Jonathan Swift, who said 'I never wonder to see men wicked but often wonder to see them not ashamed.' I was literally dragged by the ear to this thought after I read an article in the Vanguard newspaper written by one Ugoji Egbujo about how in the face of massive accusations made by one Senator Missau against the Inspector General of Police (IGP) and the Force, Nigerians had remained unconcerned. He had written, 'Where on earth does a law enforcement agent accused of corruption begin an investigation into his accuser's past even before the dust raised by his accuser's allegation has settled? Only in Nigeria.' To me the article, though intriguing, could have been neatly laid to rest in my subconscious, but then I read the concluding sentence where he asked, 'Shame, why have you departed?' Hmm!!! A million bulbs were switched on in my head by that statement.

It really got me thinking about how shame had departed from our shores to a land far away. The other day that I visited Abuja, I was admiring how well planned the city is, with well groomed walkways. Suddenly, the apple juice in my mouth had changed to Alomo bitters, when I observed an FRSC officer deployed to this picturesque neighborhood, stand by the road, zip down and started to pee without giving a hoot about who was driving or walking by. Oh shame, why have you departed?

As I bowed my head in humility, I recalled the news item midweek of the marital infidelity of a certain Ghanaian TV personality and media sensation Afia Schwarzenegger to her husband, South African based Ghanaian businessman and professional instrumentalist Lawrence Abrokwa. Instead of her to hide her face in shame, she went on Instagram and wrote 'I am single.....ready to date your father.' It is heart breaking how people caught in infidelity these days easily brush it off like a dry dust on a brown shirt. Oh shame, why have you departed?

In my dejection, my mind flashed back to the news of the possible take over of Arik Air by Ethiopian Airline. I understand that poor management of anything Nigerian or owned by a Nigerian is pervasive, but can't understand why if we must handover, it will be to Ethiopia. Haba Jamaha!!! Are we so bad as a people that we want to shamelessly hand over our institutions to Ethiopia to help us manage? Oh shame, why have you departed?

I believe it is time to go bring back 'shame,' not because 'shame' by itself is good, but it helps to buffet the deviants and drive them towards dignity. 'Shame,' please return so that Nigerians can behave. But as for you that is upright, my word for you is 'Fear not, for you will not be put to shame' (Isaiah 54:4).

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 3 September 2017

I was thinking this morning..... about Menopause and Niger Delta Oil

Flowing like Niger Delta Oil
I was thinking this morning..... about menopause and Niger Delta oil. I know someone might be thinking, 'this man sef, so you have nothing else to think about but this?' Trust me, I didn't wake up to think about menopause until last Sunday when a young lady gave a testimony in church. She was thanking God that after three years of ceased menstrual flow, through the power of God, her menstrual flow returned. According to her, 'when it returned, it was flowing like Niger delta oil.' Everyone laughed at the analogy but it got me thinking about the misery that follows menopause when a lady is yet to have children.

Menopause is an interesting phenomenon. If a lady is unfortunate not to have had  her children before the onset of menopause, it is assumed she has lost all. This is biological menopause. As I reflected on this condition, it occurred to me that the Niger delta region is approaching her menopause when the oil will cease to flow. This condition will be called Hydrocarbon menopause. Unfortunately, the region is yet to bear the children that will care for her at old age.

Sunday, 27 August 2017

I was thinking this morning...... about rodents and the enemies within

Rats and Enemies Within

I was thinking this morning...... about rodents and the enemies within. A friend was invited to attend a workshop at the Banquet Hall of the Presidential Villa, Abuja during the week and two days earlier the news of rodents invading the President's office had broke. He didn't know what to think. What should he wear to such an event to be protected, in the event of a sudden 'rat attack?' Should he wear his safety boots or regular brogues? Should he decide to fast the day of the program, in the event that all the food at the Villa had been contaminated by rodents? Lassa fever is real you know.

He tried to calm himself that all is well, but couldn't. His thoughts drifted to one of the headlines from BBC that says 'Rats chase returning President out of Villa.' At this point, he was becoming angry about how this unnecessary information has brought us so much ridicule and heartache. As he related his experience, I wondered how we got to this point. I recalled the words of the old cartoon, Pogo, that says "We have met the enemy and he is us.' Truly, the enemy of this government are the people running the government. How else can you explain why the SSA did not just tell Nigerians that the President will be working from home without adding the ludicrous excuse that rodents had destroyed the President's office. We have met the enemy and he is us.

Think about it, rodents will usually be most destructive from within the house. You see, there will always be rats but the problem is the rats within and not the rats without. According to my friend, for the over four hours spent at the Banquet hall of the Presidential Villa, not one rat 'waka pass' neither did anyone smell Lassa fever. Why then the unnecessary distraction about rodents in the Villa? I concluded that we have met the enemy and he is us.

I shudder thinking of how true the statement is that we are our enemies. You read reports of corporate espionage and it is usually not by anyone outside but by a staff of the organization selling out his employer. It is the rat within that is the dangerous one. Needless to mention the multiple reports of family members and friends back-stabbing their supposed loved ones. They are the rats within. Truly, we have found the enemy and he is us.

Am I surprised? No way. Psalms 41:9 had said 'Yea, mine familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.'

As I draw the curtain over my thoughts, I found out that rats are extremely social and affectionate animals and enjoy the company of other rats and humans. Yet they will destroy you by being close. How typical! Interestingly, I also discovered that without companionship, rats tend to become lonely and depressed. So  to avoid the destruction, just screen them off.

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 20 August 2017

I was thinking this morning....... About World Mosquito Day

World Mosquito Day

I was thinking this morning....... about mosquitoes. Yes, mosquitoes. Not because I was badly bitten  last night by mosquitoes, but because I found out that today 20th August is World Mosquito Day. Why will a day be dedicated to that tiny insect called mosquito when we do not have World Lion Day or World Elephant Day? Truly, I understand World Malaria Day, dedicated to the eradication of malaria, but can't understand World Mosquito Day, which I found out marks the historic discovery by British doctor and Nobel Prize winner Sir Ronald Ross that it is the female Anopheles mosquito that transmit malaria between humans.

I unraveled that the wily mosquito has been stalking mankind for over 210 million years and tragically still kills a child every minute until very recently. 210 million years? Why are they obsessed with man? How did we offend these mosquitoes? As I thought about this, I recalled a funny Facebook post that says 'Women already have 3 to 5 days of losing blood every month. Can't mosquitoes be considerate and focus on men?' Hmm!!! Could that explain why it is only female mosquitoes that is involved in the blood sucking business? Are they making up for the blood their human counterparts lose? It may sound funny, but it is a food for thought.

I was thinking, why is that these mosquitoes make a living by sucking the blood out of humans? If you study this characteristics very well, you will discover that these insects that are universally hated the world over are not alone in this business.

You work so hard to earn your pay. Some sneaky fellow, sometimes living in same house, arranges with some criminals to take the money off you by force. They are 'economic mosquitoes.' You've decided to be more spiritual and get close to God. Some people around you have decided to be a source of temptation to fall you. They are 'spiritual mosquitoes.'

The thing about mosquitoes, whether Anopheles, economic or spiritual, is that they are stubborn, and will stop at nothing until they suck your blood. As we celebrate World Mosquito Day, stand firm against blood suckers as Isaiah 49:26 says, 'And I will feed those that oppress thee with their own flesh; and they shall be drunk with their own blood, as with sweet wine.'

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 13 August 2017

I was thinking this morning...... about Ozubulu Madness and CEOs

Ozubulu Madness

I was thinking this morning ...... about the Ozubulu madness where as a result of a drug-related disagreement, over 11 worshipers were cut down by a gun man while in church one fateful morning. The news of the incident stunned Nigerians and got me thinking. Why does it seem like the virus of madness is becoming an epidemic in Nigeria? It was once Niger Delta militants, then Boko Haram, then Fulani herdsmen and now Ozubulu brothers spilling blood like they do champagne on the head of a Formula One winner. Has every one in Nigeria become a Chief Executive Officer (CEO)?

What has a CEO got to do with this again? Some might be thinking. The trend of mass murder in Nigeria reminded me of an article I read in Time Magazine a while back that x-rayed the profession with the most psychopaths. According to the article, CEO is the profession with the most psychopaths followed by Lawyer and Media, while Care aid, Nurse and Therapist have the least. Now you understand where I am coming from.

Psychopath ke? Yes, psychopath, translated 'kolomental' in Warri, doesn't just mean someone who cuts you up with a chainsaw or kills 11 people in a church. Psychopath is a personality disorder that has been variously described as characterized by shallow emotions (in particular reduced fear), stress tolerance, lacking empathy, coldheartedness, lacking guilt, egocentricity, superficial character, manipulativeness, irresponsibility, impulsivity and anti-social behaviors such as such parasitic lifestyle and criminality.

Don't ask me if the conclusion by Time Magazine study that CEOs are the most psychopaths is 100% correct. For me, juxtaposing their findings and the recent events in Nigeria led me to the conclusion that most Nigerians are either CEOs. Lawyers or Media men or women and are capable of meting out the 'Ozubulu Treatment' at the slightest provocation.

Yes it is obvious that all the mass killings and kidnap cases in Nigeria point definitely to psychopathic behavior, but I am more worried about the less obvious cases. A truck broke down and blocked a major highway and for weeks it caused a traffic gridlock. Everyone stays in the traffic for hours and complains about how the next person has taken no action. You can see the lack of empathy, coldheartedness and irresponsibility in the behavior of the commercial bus drivers. These are signs of psychopathy and it may not be long before an angry driver gives the 'Ozubulu Treatment.'

We are supposed to be in a democracy where freedom of speech and association is guaranteed. A group of Nigerians with suspicious intentions are on the streets saying to the President 'Return or Resign.' The Police shot teargas at them and attacked them. No tolerance for dissenting voice, no empathy and are very impulsive, which are symptoms of a psychopath. They may not be far from
giving the protesters the 'Ozubulu Treatment.'

I know most people will either want to be CEO, Lawyer or Media man, but I beg you to encourage as many as you can influence to go into the Care industry (nursing, therapist etc) so we can have less psychopaths. As a minimum, you do not have to be a nurse to show compassion because Col 3:12 says 'Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourself with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.' We need loads of these vistues in Nigeria.

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 6 August 2017

I was thinking this morning ..... about blindness to irony

Blindness to Irony

I was thinking this morning ..... on my way back from work during the week, I turned on the radio and heard the news of how two men pretending to be blind beggars were arrested by security agents at Imo State University. While I was wondering why anyone will pretend to be blind when thousands of blind men and women are beseeching heaven for a miracle, I recalled a recent article by Pius Adesanmi titled 'APC: The Obstinate Journey to Shame via London.

In that piece, he had said 'If blindness to irony stopped within the ranks of APC's leadership, if it was limited to Governors, Senators, Reps, and other political figures within her ranks, I wouldn't be so worried. It would be their funeral. My worry lies in how the leadership of APC has democratized blindness to irony, especially among their followers so effectively. If irony hits you like a Dangote truck and you are unable to recognize it as a citizen, you wear that condition of ignorance like a badge of honour.'

When I read that sentence about democratization of blindness to irony, there was celebration in my cerebral hemisphere, with the immediate effect of throwing me into deep thought. 'Am I blind to irony? I asked introspectively. I thought it was only PDP that had confirmed symptoms of 'blindness to irony?' Think about it, how come our political leaders cannot uphold the true tenets of democracy, but can effectively democratize blindness to irony? We must be under a spell!

But how is this so? You do not drink alcohol nor subscribe to your friends drinking, yet you took up a job with Nigerian Breweries Limited. It is an irony. If you do not see anything wrong with your position, then you are suffering from 'blindness to irony,' but if by virtue of your position as a manager, you have influenced everyone around you to be so inclined, then you have democratized blindness to irony. Hmm!!!

You might be saying 'wetin concern Ogoni man with NEPA light?' Just be patient with me. You say you are watching your weight and decided to eat veggies in the morning, take fresh juice in the afternoon and in the evening, the heap of pounded yam and egusi soup you demolish will be a challenge for 4 regular men to handle. It is an irony. I have no problem if you are hiding to do this, but if you do this openly then you are blind to irony. It's okay if it ends there, but if you have managed to convince your spouse and children to engage in this deception, then you have democratized blindness to irony.

Interestingly, blindness to irony did not start today because Matthew 23:16 says 'woe to you, blind guides, who says, 'if anyone swears by the temple, it is nothing, but if anyone swears by the gold of the temple, he is bound by his oath.' To me, it doesn't matter if you are pretending to be blind or you are actually blind to irony, there is nothing honourable about being blind, except of course you are blind to sin. 

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 30 July 2017

I was Thinking this Morning ...... About Polished and Unpolished Rice,

Polished and Unpolished Rice

I was thinking this morning ..... my wife returned from shopping recently and told me that while she was in the process of purchasing the regular rice in the market, the very nice lady intervened and said 'madam you want to buy this polished rice, why don't you buy Abakaliki rice? It is very good o.' While she spoke, there were flashes in my head tending towards worry about the quantity of 'polish' I have eaten over the years. Before you tell me to calm down and not be scared, understand where I am coming from.

Whilst I sat quietly listening to her, the mention of 'polished rice' reminded me of a gist we loved while in secondary school about a  young man waiting to go across a busy road. At the point of crossing, he observed an elderly woman also waiting to cross over. He stopped the traffic and took the woman by the hand to the other side of the road. The woman in response looked at the young man and said, 'Young man, thank you. You have a very polished character.' Without hesitation, the young man responded, 'Yes, I use Kiwi.' Hmm!!!

In those days, Kiwi polish was the most popular brand of shoe polish for students and as far as the young man was concerned, you cannot talk about polish and not mention Kiwi. So pardon me when I thought of 'polish' as the cream (noun) you apply in shining your shoes, rather than the act (verb) of making smooth and glossy, especially by rubbing or friction.

Phew! With that understanding I relaxed and listened to the rest of my wife's gist. But it got me thinking about the benefits of polishing rice. Polished rice is rice that has been milled and had the husks, bran and germ removed. You polish something to make it better, but it seems that of rice, apart from making it look good, has caused more harm than good.

So if rice can be polished, why are we not doing a lot more polishing than we are seeing? You see children disrespect their elders without qualms, they need to polish their character. Have you seen some workmen eat like food is going out of fashion? They need to polish their appetite. What about the way some people dress? Surely they need 'Kiwi' in their wardrobe. And in response to CNN's question of what we think about Trump's leadership style, my answer is that it definitely needs political polishing. If you have paid attention to how praying for husbands has become a major prayer point for many ladies, you probably will agree that in many cases unpolished character is responsible for the delay, hence Psalms 144:12 says 'that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of the palace.' 

My prayer is that God will give us the grace to polish our daughters and eat unpolished rice this Sunday.

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 23 July 2017

I was thinking this morning....... of Siblings Rivalry

Siblings Rivalry
I was thinking this morning....... about the Venus and Serena Williams sisters rivalry. Last week Saturday, Venus Williams played yet another Wimbledon open final, this time not against her kid sister but against Garbine Muguruza. Oh what an opportunity for her to win her 7th grand slam title. This is so because her younger sister Serena did not participate in the tournament because she is preparing to have a baby in a few weeks.

Since 2008 when Venus last won Serena in a grand slam final, Serena had beaten her elder sister without respect. Both sisters have played 9 grand slam finals and Serena won 7.

Although the rivalry is long established, and is very fierce in competition, the two sisters remain personally very close. I was listening to Venus after beating Johanna Konta at the semi finals talking about Serena and she said, 'I miss her so much. I really wish she was here.' I was like, seriously? If she was there, you can be sure not to have a chance at the trophy. It got me thinking, how are they able to remain so close in spite of this fierce competition?

Think about it, if they are Nigerians, Venus would have called a family meeting and pleaded with the parents to warn her younger sister not to embarrass her at grand slam finals again. 'What have I done to her that she won't allow me win?' I can imagine Venus say. And if they are very spiritual, someone would've warned Venus to stay away from Serena, because Serena is using her glory to shine. They would've argued that how come it is always Serena stopping her from winning another grand slam every time she had the opportunity since 2008. If Venus had won on Saturday, the spiritualist would've said, 'Didn't I tell you, this year that Serena is not here, you have won it. Pray o, pray that God should continue to make Serena pregnant, so that you can win more slams. After all, she has won 23 grand slams already.' they will conclude. Hmm!!!

As I pondered on this exemplary sisters, I reflected on how strong the bond that holds me to my siblings is. Will it hold if any of my sibling continue to have the upper hand at my expense? Think about it, your younger brother and yourself are in the same line of business and bid for same contracts from different companies. If your brother continue to win all the contracts at your expense, how will you feel? Even if you try to be normal, I am sure your spouse will tell you to 'shine your eye' because it is not ordinary. Is it really not ordinary? Some will say it is our way, but should it be? There is something special about Venus Williams, a virtue rarely found in Africans, even though we declare 'blood is thicker than water.'

As I close my thoughts, I was encouraged that I can do better than Venus, as I remembered the admonition of Romans 8:35 'Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?' As we continue this year, let no economic recession weaken your bond with your siblings nor our bond as Nigerians.

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Mainlanders and Islanders

Flood on the Island

I was thinking this morning...... about our proclivity as Nigerians to seek out for things that divide us rather than what unites us. If you have been following the news this past week, you surely would have heard of or seen heart breaking videos and photos of how many Nigerians living in Ikoyi, Victoria Island and Lekki areas of Lagos were devastated by floods from torrential rains the week before. While some people in other areas of Lagos were genuinely concerned, it seems a good number living on the mainland areas of Lagos had some satanic joy at the fate of those on the Island. Never at a time has the terms 'Mainlanders' and 'Islanders' been so popular than now. Social media and even the traditional print media were buzzing with news about the floods on the Island. I gave it no thought until I read an article in the Independent News titled 'My Lekki Neighbour, How is the Weather?' One other article was titled 'The Rich also Cry.'

The Headlines got me thinking, are there no rich people on the mainland or are they saying there are no poor people living on the Island? Na wao! These headlines would give nothing away until you read the details to discover how the writers are gloating about their choice to live on the mainland as against the seemingly rich colleagues that chose the Island. I was thinking, if the decision to live on the Island is a personal rather than financial one, why should anyone celebrate the loss of another person.

Consider this, before now we were all Lagosians, now because of flood, some have separated themselves and have become 'Mainlanders.' This mindset is a snippet of the larger picture. We are Nigerians but yet divided by regions, states, tribe, religion etc. Haba!!! Why are we like this? I never knew Cameroon is one of the most diversified country in the world until recently, yet their differences are not in the face of the world like Nigerians have made theirs. Cameroon, with about 24 million people, has 289 ethnic groups and 2 official languages and cultures, French and English. Compared with Nigeria of 180 million people that has about 300 ethnic groups and one official language. 

My worry is that the way we are going, it will only take another heavy downpour before we hear of 'Ajahites' sending sympathy texts to the 'Lekkites' or we hear of the 'Ikotans' deriding the 'Awoyayans' because their area is flooded. What is surprising to me is that instead of the disaster bringing us together, it is tearing us apart. In response to some 'mainlanders' mocking those on the island after the flood, Beat FM On-Air-Personality (OAP), Gbemi Olateru-Olagbegi had fired back that it was the inferiority complex of those in the mainland that is motivating them.Hmm!!!

As we brace up for what is left of the rainy season, I leave everyone in Lagos, especially those on the mainland with the words of 1st Peter 3:8 that says, 'Finally, all of you, have unity of mind, sympathy, brotherly love, a tender heart, and a humble mind,' because like the saying goes, 'what goes around comes around.'

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Happy Vs Unhappy Family

Happy Family

I was thinking this morning..... about family and the opening statement in the popular Nigerian comedy show 'The Johnsons' that says, 'We look like a regular Nigerian family, but there is nothing regular about any of us.' It got me thinking about what 'a regular Nigerian family' is. Is it a polygamous or a monogamous family? Is it a happy family or an unhappy one? Is it a peaceful family or one like Fuji house of commotion? Is a regular Nigerian family one made up of a working husband, a full-time housewife and five children living in a 3-bedroom apartment? Maybe, you should tell me.

As we gradually get into the long holiday season with the children returning back from school, I was wondering what makes one family happy and another unhappy. Could it be the availability of wealth in the family or the presence or fear of God? As I pondered on this, I recalled the statement by Leo Tolstoy in his book Anna Karenina that 'All happy families are alike: each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.' Hmm!!!

I know of a family of eight with very limited resources, who during the long holiday, visits the village and have fun eating 'guguru and ekpa.' I also know of a family of four with so much to spare and they travel abroad yearly for vacation. Trust me, they are a happy family. As I considered both families, I agreed with Tolstoy that all happy families are alike. It is the one big thing, the love of family and fear of God, that makes them happy.

Look around you and Selah (pause and think). You will observe disintegrated families, squabbling families and unhappy families. You will even find '5 by 8' families. Okay, I am not referring to a family that sells 5 by 8 inches-sized plywood. Rather, the term '5 by 8' was a description given to a couple I was told about years ago that was so unhappy with themselves that they got intimate only 5 times in 8 years of marriage. Wow! you will say, and if you want to be a typical Nigerian housewife like Emuakpor Johnson of the 'The Johnsons' comedy show, you will be pardoned if you shout 'akpooorrr.' Lol.. If you think deeply, you will agree with Tolstoy that 'All happy families are alike: each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.'

While happy families are happy for one reason, love of family, the unhappy ones are so because of many different reasons. One family may be unhappy because of money, another because the wife cannot cook and yet another because the husband snores. You will read about a family with friction because the wife is fat and another falling apart because the children are not as smart as their dad.😞

As my thoughts become hazy, I am convinced I must spend quality time with my family this holiday, because I know that the happiest families are not those who have the best things, but those who enjoy life and make the best of what they have. Forget about the little things that can make the family unhappy, and focus on the one big thing that matters, family. Create time to bond with your family this season. Go out with your family, go for worship with them and even farm with them so we can harvest more yam for export. But if for reason of the persistent rain, you cannot go out, at least sit with your family and watch the DSTV Family channel, assuming of course you have electricity.

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 2 July 2017

The Helplessness of man


I was thinking this morning..... about how fast the first half of 2017 flew by and how well I have done with my targets for the period. In my reflection, I recalled a recent conversation with an Angolan living in London about African affairs, and she said, 'we do not even know what is happening to our President.' 'How so?' I had asked. She revealed that 74-year-old Eduardo Dos Santos has been in Spain for weeks on medical treatment without information.

As she spoke, it seems like dejavu to me as I recalled that our own 74-year-old Buhari (PMB) has also been in the UK for weeks for medical reasons. While it has been somewhat quiet for the most part since PMB departed for his 'second missionary journey,' this past week was dominated by discussions about his health. While many were debating the veracity of whether PMB has lost his voice, suffers from memory loss or is on life support, I was humbled by how the narrative had changed from what PMB is doing or going to do to improve the health of Nigeria to issues relating to his personal health. Life!

I couldn't but reflect, if men like Dos Santos and PMB at the highest office, can be so helpless, why all the 'kati kati?' like we say in Warri. Imagine how quickly our aspirations pale into insignificance when one's health is challenged. We all started 2017 with great expectations, but while most people settled down to work, PMB embarked on his 'first missionary journey' on 19th January to attend to his health. Six months after, his 2017 list of expectations has been turned on its head. Hmm!!!

Where I sat reflecting on the challenges both Presidents are facing and praying for their speedy recovery, I tried imagining what is in the mind of PMB as he continues to battle his illness in London. Pause a minute and imagine PMB's  plan to follow through on the perennial electricity problem in the country and succeed where others failed, but he is distracted by his ill-health. I am thinking of how PMB has planned to deal with corruption, but today the Ikoyi dollar scandal remains unresolved weeks after investigation commenced. Oh how pained PMB will be that he is not fully on ground to lead his forces in kicking the economy back to life with the US dollar stubbornly refusing to bow below N365. Truly, life is a mystery. We can only throw the dice but cannot determine the outcome.

As I stand up to step out, I was reminded of Romans 9:16, 'So then it is not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth, but of God that showeth mercy.' So as you set your targets for the second half of 2017, pray for grace to accomplish.

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 25 June 2017

More Competition, Less Gain

The more we compete, the less we gain

I was thinking this morning...... I was in a meeting last Friday planning for a safety campaign and a colleague of mine said, 'we need to introduce some competition, because competition brings out the best in us.' When competition was mentioned, I remembered Exeter corned beef and Oxford cabin biscuit. No need asking me why, because I will tell you. 

As children in primary school, my dad will say to us that whoever comes first to third in their respective classes would have earned  a can of corned beef and packet of cabin biscuit. For us then, it was pure bliss to bite into two cabin biscuits plastered together with corned beef. But to imagine having a packet of biscuit and a full can of corned beef to yourself as a child was simply amazing. Imagine my joy when I came third one year and was rewarded as promised. Oh, it was simply divine. Trust me, I will not lie like most parents that I came first in school. My third position was good enough to give me my corned beef and cabin biscuit.

Such was the extent that competition drove us. Over the years, we are beginning to see a shift in the way schools grade children. They no longer assign position at the end of the term, and phew, I am so thankful that this system did not commence in my time, otherwise I would've missed out on the opportunity to eat a packet of cabin biscuit and corned beef. Does it mean this new system that downplays competition, does not bring out the best in our children?

As I thought of this, I recalled the statement of Peter Thiel in his book 'Zero to One.' He had said in relation to business, 'We preach competition, internalize it's necessity, and enact its commandment; and as a result, we trap ourselves within it - even though the more we compete, the less we gain.' Isn't that statement spot on in many respects?

Think about it. Siblings compete, colleagues compete, even full-time house wives with no source of income compete. Haba!!! In most organizations, the award of contracts is competitive resulting in lowest bidder phenomenon. In one organization I worked, the competition among catering firms became so stiff that the lowest bidder rate was almost ten times lower than the company estimate. The result was, abysmally poor service. The contract was eventually cancelled. The more we compete, the less we gain.

As I close my thought, I agree that competition, like in sports, is good, we should however not be competing when it comes to life issues because amid all the human drama, people lose sight of what matters and focus on their rivals instead. No wonder the Bible says in 2nd Cor 10:12, 'They that compare themselves with themselves, are not wise.' The more we compete, the less we gain.

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 18 June 2017

World's Best or World's Worst?

World Best or World's Worst?

I was thinking this morning...... about 'oscillation' as defined by my Hussey college Warri Physics teacher. He will say, 'Oscillation - the complete to and fro movement of a simple pendulum bob.' Trust me, it is not the grammar that caused the definition to stick, but the manner he said it. This definition popped in my head when I watched Kechi Okwuchi, one of the two Sosoliso plane crash survivors at the 2017 'America's Got Talent' show. Before she said a word standing before the audience, I was imagining what was going through the minds of the people. On a continuum of 'worst to best,' I am sure most people would have placed her close to worst for her looks. But after she told her story and sang her song, everyone was standing in ovation. The meter had shifted to 'best.' Their impression had oscillated. Hmm!!! Human beings!

I am thinking about the practice of qualifying people or things as the world best or worst. While referring to something or someone as the world best seems okay to me, I sometimes struggle with actually condemning a creation of God or man as being the world's worst because considerable amount of resources goes into creating anything. Recently, I became aware of how the FBI building in Washington DC was once dubbed the world's ugliest building. I am also aware that the aesthetically challenged Blobfish was named the world's ugliest animal. But until recently, I never knew there was anything like the world's ugliest colour, described as 'death,' 'dirty' and 'tar.' I was thinking, how can a colour be referred to as world's ugliest? I thought 'adding colour' to something is always positive. Think about it, if the ugliest colour in the world is used to paint the best mansion in the world, will it be the ugliest best mansion in the world? Abeg I am confused.
My emotions were still oscillating when I read of the world's ugliest woman. Why would anyone refer to God's creation as the world's ugliest when the bible says we were fearfully and wonderfully made? Though some comedians have given a negative slant to the adjective 'fearfully,' I do not think it is funny. Lizzy Velazquez was born in 1989 with a rare congenital disease that amongst other symptoms, prevents her from accumulating body fat. It is reported that she has 0% body fat, even though she eats up to 60 times a day. She was also diagnosed with Mafgan syndrome. Imagine that with all these 'wahala diseases' coupled with the unimaginable level of ridicule she goes through daily, she was in 2006 given the infamous award of the world's ugliest woman. What a world!

Think about it, how would you expect her to react? Hide, swear or cry? No, not Lizzy. Rather, like Kechi, she said 'The only way I could show those people that they weren't going to become my definition and my truth was to somehow make myself better.' Today, the world's ugliest woman is a seasoned motivational speaker and a self-professed 'pacer' while she speaks on stage. Velazquez catapulted to internet fame in 2013 when she gave a TEDx talk in Austin, Texas called 'How Do You Define Yourself?'

As I close my thoughts, I was thinking, how do I define myself? Like the Priests and Levites asked John in John 1:22, you too will be asked 'What do you say about yourself?' Kechi has defined herself after the plane crash, Lizzy Velazquez has answered the question, but truly, how do you define yourself, world's best or world's worst?

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 11 June 2017



I was thinking this morning..... about ceremonies. Birthdays, marriage and wedding. No, I am not thinking about getting married because that ship sailed over 15 years ago. Yes, birthday is somewhat on my mind, because it's my wife's birthday today. Where I sat at the beauty salon the other day, I saw a sign on the mirror that says 'For your events such as marriage, wedding, birthdays, naming ceremony and burial ceremony, call the DJ on 080x xxx xxx.' For some seconds I was trying to make sense of the difference between marriage and wedding ceremonies. In trying to do so, I asked my barber the difference between marriage and wedding as contained in the advert and he answered in pidgin English, 'you know say some people go do marriage and no go do wedding.' At that point I knew I was looking for snow in Warri on the sunny February afternoon.

The response of this young man exposed how confused so many are about the difference between marriage and wedding. For this group, traditional wedding is 'marriage' while the joining in church is 'wedding.' So for those of you that did only 'marriage' and did not do 'wedding,' you are on your own. Lol......

When I left the salon and sat in my car, the thought lingered. I wondered why anyone will not understand that wedding is the collective name used for all the ceremonies and rituals that take place to give social acceptance to the relationship between two people while marriage is the name of a lifelong institution, which starts after the wedding. I was thinking, If a typical Warri boy that was brought up to reason in pidgin English can understand this, why are some struggling?

As I thought to know why, I noticed that I had written 'beauty saloon' in the first paragraph and it didn't look right to me. I considered whether the right word should be 'salon' or 'saloon.' When I couldn't come up with a clear answer without calling a friend called 'Google,' I accepted that it will be hypocritical to blame my barber or the DJ that put the advert in his salon, for not knowing the difference between marriage and wedding.

With my tail inbetween my legs, I called my friend, Google and found out that saloon is a room or establishment where alcoholic beverages are served over the counter, while a salon (as in beauty salon) is a shop where hairdressers and beauticians work, and where people go to avail beauty treatments and other services. Saloon is also used to describe a type of car. A saloon in US means a sedan. I also discovered that salon and saloon have the same origin, and they come from French Salon meaning a large room. Why then are they confusing everyone with the extra 'o,' I had thought.

Having made peace with myself that I had not judged the barber and DJ, I decided it was time to go home. But wait a minute! Should I be going home or to my house? I know that house refers to a building in which someone lives, while a home can refer either to a building or any location that a person thinks of as the place where he lives and that belongs to him. At this point my confusion was spilling over and surely it's more than enough thinking for one day. As I thought on this, I was reminded of the admonition of Matthew 7:1, 'Judge not, that ye be not judge.' But as I run home or to the house, all I can say is 'Abe mi kin Orente O' even as we thank God for birthdays, wedding and marriage.

Happy Sunday.

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

Sunday, 4 June 2017



I was thinking this morning..... about an experience I had while in a commercial bus recently. While enroute, the driver was playing the music of Lucky Dube, the reggae music legend. I usually don't subscribe to such music because gospel music is my genre. However, when one of the more popular songs of the artiste filled the airwaves, I saw myself tapping my feet and shaking my head. Pronto, I silently screamed 'I bind it' and had a serious conversation with both my hands and feet, to the effect that they must behave. At that moment, I understood the song of the Nigerian gospel artiste Samsung that goes 'Turn me around, Make me wanna dance; Even though I nor wan dance; Body go dey move me.' As I pondered on what just happened, I recalled a statement I read in the book 'Zero to One' by Peter Thiel. He said, 'But It's hard to blame people for dancing when the music was playing.'

I decided to reflect on that experience. Yes, I understand that with a good meaningful and edifying music, one should dance, but I shudder at the fact that many are dancing to the music of death.
Think about it. In the years past, the eighties, when our leaders started killing our economy with the Structural Adjustment Program (SAP), the 'Andrews' responded by checking out through the airports. But these days, with our economy battered by the recent past governments and made worse by the present government, that escorted it like chief bridesmaid into recession, many were thrown out of jobs and our youths are leaving in droves, not through the airports but through Libya and the Mediterranean sea. Thousands have died while trying to cross that deadly sea to Europe. As I was asking why, It occurred to me that there is a music playing and 'It's hard to blame people for dancing when the music was playing.'

If you frequently travel by road in Nigeria, you would have noticed some reactive developments. I noticed that between Warri in Delta state and Yenagoa in Bayelsa state, there are no emergency response service to attend to the injured in the event of road traffic accidents. With a high mortality rate from a combination of reckless driving and non-existent rescue service, the indigenes have set up multiple mortuary and embalming service (undertakers) stations along the route. The music of death was playing and they are dancing. 'But It's hard to blame people for dancing when the music was playing.'
In your office where it seems the management is not committed to the welfare of staff: the music is playing. At home, your spouse is behaving suspicious and annoyingly unromantic: the music is playing. The question is, are you dancing? There will always be music, some times the wrong music with wonderful beats, that may want to move you to the dance floor. I urge you not to be moved and please do not dance because Prov 1:10 says 'My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.
Happy Sunday.
.....Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey.

Sunday, 21 May 2017



I was thinking this morning..... I checked into a small country-side hotel recently and found this notice by the shower, 'The building is of some age now and as such some of the pipe works are temperamental.' At this point I froze and looked around me to be sure I haven't already annoyed any pipe, not knowing what to expect. Having made sure there are no angry pipes waiting to knock my head, I continued reading, 'If your shower does not work immediately when turned on, then please turn on the sink tap or bath tap which will activate the water to the shower.' Phew!!!! How relieved I felt.

That statement got me thinking. So age can make the pipe works temperamental? No wonder!!! That explains why my internal pipe works have been behaving funny of recent. Eba (garri) was a meal I usually eat with delight until recently when after eating I couldn't explain the reaction of my body. 'What's going on here?' I had imagined. Now I understand that age had made my internal pipe works temperamental. My 'shower' was not ready to work immediately.

For many, it also explains why your legs and heart have been angry with you recently. The same legs and heart that will cooperate with you and you jog ten or more blocks some years ago, same legs and heart are now behaving like a man that recently lost his job . The legs have been surprisingly temperamental. The 'shower' was not ready to work immediately.

Think about it, you use to coast along when your babies or toddlers turn your house upside down. Now 15 years after, your friend came visiting with her children and they are messing up your living room. You are fuming inside, having that scorpion-in-the-stomach experience.... you know why? Age has made your 'emotional pipe works' temperamental. Your 'shower' has become cranky and not working as it should.

You joined your organization as a freshman, very alive and can sit in meetings all day long contributing to every presentation. Now you are a senior manager, struggling to keep awake at meetings after lunch and late on in the day. Hmm!!! Age has made your mind and eyes temperamental. Your 'shower' is failing you, so you may need to turn on the sink or bath tap to activate the water.

It has become clear that as we grow older, we may need to make deliberate effort to support our pipe works and activate the water because they may not function immediately they are called to action. But how you activate the shower to work differs from person to person. While at this small hotel, all I did was to turn on the sink tap and the shower gushed, I have decided to depend on the 'Master builder' to completely change out my pipe works, because Isaiah 40:31 says 'But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.'

Are your pipe works temperamental and your shower not working as expected, then turn on the 'divine help' tap to activate the flow.

Happy Sunday.

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