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

Saturday, 7 May 2022



I was thinking this morning...... On Wednesday morning, a friend travelling out of Nigeria had sent a WhatsApp message that he will be away for a while. He had written 'I am on my way to Singapore and will endeavour to stay in touch. Please note that Singapore is 7 hours ahead of Naija.' He said this to remind us that 6pm in Naija is 1am in Singapore, so we should know when to call. When I saw the message, I thought a bit and responded 'There is no time difference with men of the Spirit.'

It is usual for me at lunchtimes to say 'It's lunchtime all over the world'. A few persons had disagreed by saying lunchtime in Nigeria is evening in Singapore and morning in America. I will always respond 'True, but 1pm anywhere in the world is lunchtime.'

The fact that someone had his lunch at 1pm in Australia, 14 hours before it was 1pm in Washington, USA does not mean that the Australian had lunch before the American. They both had their lunch at 1pm in their respective nations. In the same vein, that you entered into your wealthy place before me could only mean you are in 'your Australia' while I am in 'my Singapore,' 2 hours behind you. Someone else might be in 'his Nigeria,' 9 hours behind Australia and yet another person might be in 'his America,' 14 hours behind. At the end of the day, we all will get to our wealthy place at the same time unique to our different locations.

Think about it, when someone in Australia is having his breakfast at 9am, it is midnight in Nigeria. If you are in Nigeria and on a call with your friend in Australia and he says he has just had breakfast, will you envy him? No. Because it is still midnight in Nigeria and you have no doubt that your morning is coming when you will enjoy your breakfast. So why do we fret or envy when others are having their breakthroughs? Relax, your morning is coming and you too will enjoy your meal.

So, to men of the Spirit, there is no time difference, it is our location that is different and there cannot be two different times in the same location. Your time is your time and mine is mine. Every one of us will have an equal opportunity for breakfast and lunch. My prayer is that when it is your turn to eat, your table will not be empty (Psalms 23:5).

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 30 April 2022



I was thinking this morning.... about the month of April which ended yesterday. Truly it was April Full. No one was fooled in April, rather it was a month full of the good, the bad and the ugly.

It was in April that the Ekwueme crooner Osinachi Nwachukwu died from domestic violence. Also in April, a crowd of Nigerians, with some suspected to be druggies and psychos, declared their intentions to be president. Na wa o!

This same April, the Chrisland Schools sex scandal broke exposing a serious lacuna in modern day parenting. April continued with the ugly news of a professional side chic being upgraded to a second wife and the adulterous husband was arrogant enough to announce it on social media. Chai! God airpus o!

Late April, the Abaezi Imo State illegal refinery explosion left over 110 people dead. When I thought April was all doom and gloom, it ended yesterday on a happy note. My mentee and spiritual son, Ebube, got married to his colleague and love, Amaka. As I sat as one of the Fathers of the day during the ceremony, watching them exchange vows, I was reassured that with the right partner, you'll never walk alone.

I am not a fan of Liverpool FC but I believe so much in the words of their anthem 'You'll Never Walk Alone.' Those words should be pure in all forms. If you abandon your authentic wife and sticks to a side chic, thinking you have a partner. You lie. You are walking alone. If you are a criminal minded person, defrauding people and then engage security men to protect you. You are walking alone.

As we go through this new month of May, my prayer for you is that 'You'll Never Walk Alone.' Despite the security challenges in the country, be rest assured that God has given His angels charge over you (Exo 23:20). You'll Never Walk Alone.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy New Month.

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

Saturday, 23 April 2022



I was thinking this morning..... Since the news of the Chrisland Schools sex scandal broke, every Nigerian has assumed the role of a judge. On this matter, there are 200 million Nigerian Judges and no lawyers.

Wherever you turn, everyone has a point of view on this very depressing news and videos. Some blamed the School for failing to protect children under their care while in Dubai, others blamed the girl's parents for terrible parenting. Yet still, some blamed the little girl for being possessed by the spirit of whoredom. Shockingly a radio host blamed the hotel where they stayed in Dubai for not having enough CCTV and security personnel that could have stopped the child from leaving her room. Many accused some 'unknown pedophiles' within the little girl's family circle for being responsible.

In all, no one took personal responsibility or blame for their role in creating the sexualised society that we live in today. When you condone or promote any music where girls wear skimpy clothes, you are complicit in the Chrisland sex scandal. When you organise children birthday party and supervise children dancing erotic dance which they call twerking, you contributed to the misbehaviour of the 10 year old Chrisland kid. If you are a keyboard warrior forwarding all sorts of irresponsible videos on social media or you leave your 10 year old child with a smart phone with data unsupervised, you may be aiding and abetting a scandal.

While the biggest contributor to a sexualised society is the promotion of sexual objectification by dressing in revealing clothing, the most annoying is some ladies sticking out their tongues like imbeciles while taking selfies or taking body postures that imply sexual readiness. I just don't get it.

It is easier to be a Judge than to voluntarily put yourself in the accused box (Matthew 7:1), but on this matter, this generation has failed the next. Until we retrace our steps and be intentional in desexualising the world, the Chrisland scandal may just be a joke compared to what is coming.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Easter.

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

Saturday, 16 April 2022



I was thinking this morning...... Yesterday 16th April was celebrated as World Husband Day or World Happy Husband Day. This day which is more romantic than Father’s Day (June 19) and more serious than National Boyfriend Day (October 3) is a day set aside to appreciate men who show up for their spouses in bold and subtle ways every day of the year.

Don't get it wrong, we are talking about husband here and not men nor adult boys. That you fathered a child also doesn't make you a husband. It is responsibility that makes a man a husband. If as a male partner, you abdicate your responsibility to the woman, you've made her the husband.

It's World Happy Husband Day, but are the true husbands really happy? I remembered the words of Pastor Sam King in the new Netflix movie 'Man of God,' where he poured his heart to his wife Teju saying 'I am miserable! I want to be happy.'

So many husbands are unhappy and dying slowly. For some, the problem is their wives, for others, it is the pressure of being a man and for many others like Pastor Sam King, the problem is themselves and their poor choices. Oh I have seen unhappy husbands that have tried to find happiness outside the home in friends and work. I have seen men of God that burry themselves at Church because the home is troubled. It doesn't work.

As happiness remains elusive, some have attempted to get it by fire by force. They bully their wives to submission, abusing them emotionally and physically like Osinachi. If they ever win, it will be pyrrhic victory or Watermelon Happiness - green (happy) on the outside but red (sad) on the inside.

Truth is, a husband cannot be happy outside of the wife. A research says if the wife likes her marriage, her husband feels better about life. This is because when a wife is satisfied with the marriage she tends to do a lot more for her husband, which has a positive effect on his life.” Bottom line is, for the husband to be happy, the wife has to be happy.

At the end, every true husband deserves to be happy and celebrated because we really do give our all for the family. Wives must create an enabling environment for husbands to love them and fuifil Colossians 3:19.

If you are a husband, be happy and if the home front is too toxic for you, be happy all the same because Jesus, our Chief husband died for his wife (the church) that every husband may live.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Easter.

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

Saturday, 9 April 2022



I was thinking this morning.... All my life the only time I can remember to have ever slapped anyone, I mean slap an adult, was in my second year at University. Being the smallest in my room meant I was the object of oppression for some of my broad shoulder roommates. It got to a head one quiet afternoon after I returned from the lecture theater very hungry. I had looked forward to enjoying my Oxford Cabin biscuit and Blueband butter, only to open the locker to find crumbs, indicating someone else had feasted on my lunch.

I was dazed and angry, not knowing what to think. Stuttering, I asked my broad shoulder roommates what happened. They laughed out loud. I could've buried my tail between my legs and just sleep my anger and hunger away, but Tunde will not let it go. He stood up, walked towards me and laughed in my face. Believe me, some spirit like I have never felt before, possessed me and I gave Tunde a 'Bianca-Will slap' that left him partially blind for a few seconds. How did I summon the courage to land Tunde such a slap knowing fully well that I could easily have been beaten to pulp? I immediately regretted my action but it was too late. I had resorted to violence rather than taking the high road.

As I watched how Bianca Ojukwu and Will Smith lost control and slapped their provocateurs in public, I remembered the effect Tunde had on me. I have seen people do things they never thought they were capable of because they were provoked. Why?

Our brains leap to our defense with a fight, flight or freeze response when faced with a threat, but it is a fine art to remain cool, calm and collected. Most of us have a 'Tunde' around us that will sometimes get our blood boiling. For some, it is their spouse, while for others their boss or colleague. How do you respond?

If you want to respond in a way that you’ll be proud of, in the face of extreme provocation, you need to maintain both physical and emotional distance from the threat. If faced with a 'Tunde', move away and promenade. Self-control is a scarce virtue these days where more and more people are resorting to violence.

Also remember to heed Ephesians 6:4 that says 'And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath.' I beg you to provoke no one, else the 'Bianca-Will Slap' will be your portion.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 2 April 2022

How Chickens Poisoned Our Jollof


I was thinking this morning..... these past few weeks have been hellish for most Nigerians as a result of near zero electricity and high cost of fuel for car or generator. The situation is so bad that a Nigerian, in our usual comic escape, shared the attached photo with the caption 'Even generators in Nigeria are on drip, fighting for their lives.

Last week our transportation system came under attack. First, there was an attack on Kaduna Airport leaving two dead, followed by back to back bombing of the Abuja-Kaduna Train service that left eight dead, several wounded and many kidnapped. Among the dead were a young medical doctor, Chinelo Nwando and top officials of Trade Union Congress (TUC). The TUC president, Comrade Quadri Olaleye, in a statement had lamented 'As it stands, nowhere is safe now – we cannot travel by air, road is not safe and neither is the rail. Is Nigeria a failed state?' My response is 'Not yet. The Country is just on life support.'

Then there was a silver lining in the dark clouds of Nigeria. A narrow window of opportunity for Nigerians to celebrate. The occasion was the Jollof derby. Everyone was hopeful that the 'jollof war' with Ghana will be decided once and for all. Our caterers (The Super Eagles) were bland in Kumasi having forgotten to spice our jollof. A replay in Abuja will be the decider and Nigerians were convinced it will be a 'sure banker'. Offices in Abuja closed at 1pm and over 100 buses mobilised to move people to the stadium.

Well over 71,000 Nigerians filled the MKO Abiola stadium and millions more around their TV sets with knives and forks in both hands ready to enjoy the jollof derby. When the meal was served, it didn't take long for us to realise that our jollof has been poisoned. Chickens rather than eagles showed up on the day and poo'ed on our jollof. Simply shambolic performance. They broke the hearts of Nigerians.

Combined with the challenges of the nation, many have lost their appetite for jollof while others are depressed. I encourage you all to rejoice (1st Thes 5:16) in spite of disappointment all around us. If we cannot enjoy jollof we will enjoy banga-rice or Native rice. Suffice to say, do not allow the happenings around you steal your joy, rather look up to God and rejoice.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 26 March 2022

Don't Make Me Your Ukraine


I was thinking this morning.... Days ago I watched a retired British Military Commander on Sky News give some high level perspective on the war in Ukraine. In closing the session, he was asked what he thought will be the impact of this war. He responded 'In any war, some will lose their lives, others will lose some part of their bodies but everyone involved in the combat will lose a part of their sanity.'

As he spoke, pictures of war veterans that have been mentally frazzled flashed through my mind. Truly, there is no one involved in a war that remains the same thereafter. I paused and asked myself 'why do we war against ourselves?'

Some persons are damaged from birth while others got broken having lost a good part of their sanity during a 'war' they were needlessly dragged into in the past. Either they were abused or surviving has been nothing but war. Persons like this are uncomfortable with peace. They have become war merchants like Vladimir Putin, seeking for a Ukraine to destroy. Put them in a group where there is cordiality and in no time they create strife and start a war.

As I reflected on the damage to life and properties in Ukraine, I thought of every group I belonged to and recalled how a few persons fit the bill of Putin and all I could think of to say was 'Oh God, please don't make me a Ukraine to any Putin around me.'

There are people in your office or business place, more powerful and successful than you, yet because of your potential for growth, they've sworn to destroy you. In your stead I plead, 'Please don't make me your Ukraine.'

In Nigeria, we have seen a fair share of those with the Putin tendency, whose mantra is 'be proselytised or be destroyed'. They war against dissenting members of their family and those not of their tribe, region or religion. If you are such, I beg you 'Please don't make me your Ukraine.'

For every Putin seeking for a Ukraine to destroy, please seek for help. If you are damaged beyond repair and must war then please war against the works of the flesh (Galatians 5:17).

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 19 March 2022



I was thinking this morning..... It has become traditional within my Hussey College Class of 86 for anyone visiting Abuja to be hosted to an evening of grilled fish and cold drinks. An outing now popularly called 'Fishy Things.' While fish and chips are very popular outside the shores of Nigeria, fish and boli or fish and roasted yam are the delicacies in Niger Delta.

As we all enjoy this scrumptious fish meal, what many do not appreciate is the danger lurking within, the fish bones. About two weeks ago, it was reported of how a Deputy Inspector-General and the head of the Nigeria Police Force Criminal Investigation Department (FCID), Joseph Egbunike died from complications from an operation to remove a fish bone that got stuck in his throat while consuming a meal in his office.

If you have ever had fish bone stuck in your throat (tonsils or esophagus) then you will understand that it causes premium pain and luxury discomfort. Hence growing up in Warri where we ate lots of fish meant we had to master the art of navigating through the dangers of fish bones inherent in a bowl of soup particularly one made with 'Ebolibo,' the itsekiri name for Sole fish. This fish like many others such as shad, mooneye, pickerel, carp, herring etc are born with extra sets of bones. Of all the bony fishes, shad (Latin name sapidissima) takes the cake. They have 3,000 bones, but their meat is so tasty.

As I mused, I discovered there are people and situations like shad fish that are tasty but with many dangerous bones within. You take them into your life and get pierced in the throat with their bones. A Chinese proverb says one should measure his throat before he swallows a bone, but I have learnt that it is not the size of the bone that matters but the type, shape and orientation.

The first step in fish bone risk mitigation is to be aware of the type of fish before you. When out for 'Fishy Things', ensure it is Tilapia or Catfish that is before you. If it is shad or its likes, then be ready to eat in slow motion. Overall, the message is, be careful who you let into your life or if you want to be fishy, be careful what you swallow. According to Luke 11:11, God no go shame us.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 12 March 2022



I was thinking this morning..... Since the start of the Russia-Ukraine war on February 24, there has been many hard lessons to learn. One lesson being pushed by some Nigerians is from the travail of Pastor Sunday Adelaja, a Nigerian preacher that has lived in Ukraine for over 35 years. According to this school of thought, all of Sunday Adelaja's investment are in Ukraine, he never saw any need to get a property in Nigeria or any other place. Now the war has made him homeless and he can't come back to Nigeria because he has no investment in Nigeria. They concluded by advising all Nigerians in diaspora to make investment at home a priority.

Hmm! While I fully support the conclusion for Nigerians to invest in Nigeria, the basis for reaching the conclusion is a pile of hocus-pocus. First, they accuse the preacher of not investing in Nigeria or any other nation of world. Is this fact-based? How many Nigerians have investment outside of Nigeria or even outside of their State? Should war broke out in Nigeria, where will they run to? Secondly, over 2.5 million Ukrainians that have lived and invested in Ukraine, like the narrators are consoling themselves for being and living in Nigeria, have been displaced and become refugees in other nations. So the issue is not about Nigerians coming home but of peace in the nation.

As I thought about war, I concluded that it is good to have dual nationality but best to have triple nationality. By dual nationality, many will think of being citizens of two countries (like 1% of UK citizens and less for Nigeria), but I am referring to being citizen of your birth country first and then of the world. This means should war break out in your country, you emigrate to any other country where there is peace. This doesn't exist, but even if it does, what if there is world war?

Hence my advocacy for triple nationality. Your home nation should be first and any other nation of the world as back up in the event of war in your primary nation of residence. And if there is world war, be sure you are a citizen of heaven, otherwise, 'yawa go gas.'

In closing my thought I recalled a Ukrainian on Sky News telling the world in a sombre voice 'The peace you have, value it, enjoy it because peace is priceless.' Let's pray for God to give Ukraine and the world peace by all means (2nd Thessalonians 3:16).

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 5 March 2022

Counter 24 Experience


I was thinking this morning...... a friend and the wife travelled to London recently and had to as usual go through immigration. When they eventually got to the front of the usually long 'Non-UK passport holders' line, an officer said 'Next person to Counter 24 please.' The immigration officer at Counter 24 was very friendly and straight to the point. He asked just a couple of questions, took their finger prints and handed back their green passports saying 'Enjoy your stay in the UK.' After picking up their checked-in luggage, they exited through the 'Nothing to declare' gate. Immediately, a young UK Border Force officer pulled them aside for further search of their bags.

My friend was getting agitated at this time, and ready to accuse the lady of profiling but he held his peace while the lady turned the bags inside out. At the end, she flipped through the pages of the 'green booklet' and asked 'madam, why was your passport not stamped by the immigration officer?' 'Really?' The wife asked in surprise. After confirmation, the woman returned with the officer to the immigration desk where the boss expressed doubt that she actually passed through immigration or was smuggled in. 'Ahh! We were attended to at Counter 24' the woman said to clear any doubt. They told her that had the error not been discovered early, she would have been detained during her return trip and remain there until after a thorough investigation. Wow!

When she returned to her husband with the stamped passport, they discussed the wider implications of this seemingly simple error by the officer in Counter 24, which we can refer to as 'Counter 24 experience.' We all sometimes have a 'Counter 24' experience at different stages of life. When someone gets a wrong medical result that turns his or her life upside down, it's a 'Counter 24' experience. When you passed an interview and given a week to accept the offer but the email sent to you was sent to a wrong email address, it's a 'Counter 24' experience.

Some 'Counter 24' experience may be like a storm in a teacup while others may be earth shaking and life changing. Some persons get drowned by it, while others get saved by grace like my friend. Had the Border Force officer not stopped them for search, the error could not have been discovered. For them all things worked together for good (Romans 8:28).

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 26 February 2022



I was thinking this morning.... I was in Abuja this past week for business. On the return leg, we boarded one of the newly acquired Air Peace Embraer 195-E2 aircraft. As the door of the aircraft was shut, I switched off my phone as I was wont to and settled into this sleek machine ready for take-off. The cabin crew as part of pre-takeoff procedure, announced that all electronic equipment MUST be switched off. Thereafter, the very nice hostess went row by row reminding passengers to switch off their phones.

As we taxied, I looked around and observed many had ignored the crew's directive to switch off their phones, while some, including a young student besides me, simply switched to flight mode. I shook my head in worry, wondering why it is so difficult for Nigerians to obey simple instructions including one designed to save our lives.

As soon as we touched down in Lagos, the cabin crew announced the disembarkation procedure stressing that we will be disembarking starting from the front row. He announced that everyone should remain seated until the row in front of them is clear. I watched in disbelief as most people at the back disobeyed and stood up to leave as soon as the aircraft door was opened. Really? Is it that we are hard of hearing, too dense to understand or we were just born rebels?

If we cannot obey simple instructions as adults, how can we expect our children to obey us their parents? We disobey traffic and other safety instructions as easily as we drink ice cold water on a hot sunny day. Some of these instructions are so simple that it will cost us nothing to obey, yet we disobey. Why? The way we rebel against simple instructions will make the National Resistance Front of Afghanistan look like kids playing tug of war. If we can't switch off our phones for flight take off, why do we complain when politicians disobey court judgement?

I worry for Nigerians because if we cannot obey man's instructions, how can we obey God's instructions? With the way we behave, many Nigerians will not make heaven because Romans 13:1-2 says: "Obey the government, for God is the One who has put it there. There is no government anywhere that God has not placed in power. So those who refuse to obey the law of the land are refusing to obey God.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 19 February 2022



I was thinking this morning..... I was listening to Morning Crossfire on 92.3 FM radio last Tuesday on my way to work when a caller gave an interesting Nigerian pidgin English proverb. Growing up in Warri means I am very familiar with pidgin English proverbs, but 'I kowtow for this one.' He said, 'Na only hot water go make garri stick together in unity.'

As I drove along, I couldn't but ponder on the import of the proverb. First, for those not familiar with garri, it is Nigeria's legendary 'cereal' made from cassava. There are different ways one can enjoy garri, most of which will be enjoying the garri in grains, but only one way to make garri stick together. If you 'soak garri' in lukewarm water, the grains 'work in silos' even if you add groundnut as an enabler. Likewise, soaking garri in ice-cold water, add milk and groundnut. Wow! Delicious, but the grains will still not unite. That's why it is described as 'drinking garri.' If you know, you know.

The only language garri understands to make them unite is to add boiling water. Suddenly, all the grains will find reasons to come together. At this point, they will be collectively called Eba. If for some strange reasons, the garri is still stubborn and refuse to unite in hot water, in Delta state where I come from, we expose it to a bit more heat and it becomes Kpokpo-garri (Cassava flakes or Tapioka). I remembered the Kpokpo-garri and steak I was served at an event in Warri last Friday and understood that the grains were unified under duress.

It is expected that we stick together, so we can achieve more with less but for selfish reasons many want to act solo. We promote division and fight one another until things fall apart and hardship dawns, then we see the need for unity. Some have fanned the embers of disunity for so long and now we are in hot water as a nation. If we remain stubborn and refuse to unite, the heat is coming with kpokpo-garri in view.

If you are not a team player or you are working against the unity of your group, church or country, change now because even garri humbles in the presence of hot water. Psalms 133:1 says 'Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!'

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 12 February 2022



I was thinking this morning...... I got into the office on Thursday morning and was booting my computer when my colleague walked in. 'Good morning' he said as he dropped his bag. In my usual manner, I responded 'good morning' and asked 'are you happy today?' He responded 'Hmm! I am trying not to be overwhelmed by Nigeria.' 'How so?' I asked. 'This methanol adulterated petrol (PMS) wahala and the response of the government is really annoying,' he said taking his seat. My brother, considering the economic, physical and mental torture we suffer, living in Nigeria is like being in an abusive relationship.

Yes, that's how it feels. In an abusive relationship, your partner has a controlling and possessive behaviour, he accuses you of being unfaithful or of flirting. He puts you down either publicly or privately and blames you for the problems in the relationship. He threatens to use and sometimes does use violence against you.

To many Nigerians in Abuja and Lagos, the wahala they've faced as a result of this toxic fuel is like being in a toxic relationship. With all the hardship in Nigeria, they have to also contend with the challenge of their car engines knocking. While NNPC and the ministry are playing the blame game, victims are left to their fate. What else is this akin to if not an abusive relationship?

If you are in Port-Harcourt like some of us, then the 'sootuation' is worse. Having faced economic battle, you still have to contend with the environmental pollution from soot from Kpo-fire (illegal refining of crude). You get home to lack of electricity and have to struggle to sleep with the noise from your neighbours generators. The next morning you wake up with an headache. Oh God, deliver us from leaders making Nigeria look like an abusive relationship.

After stressing out your body, videos of yahoo boys eating poo and of ritual killings are more than enough to stress you mentally, making you question whether you should not get out of this relationship as advised by marriage counsellors. Many have already 'japa'ed' but some of us will be here and will pray and put this abusive partner under pressure until he changes (Jeremiah 29:7). This abusive sootuation must stop. 2023 on my mind.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 5 February 2022



I was thinking this morning.... Last Friday, 4th February, as the world celebrated World Cancer Day, my thought was set on another form of cancer, which I call YBC (Yahoo Boys Cancer). I once heard someone say 'wahala be like yahoo boys, you no fit enter shoprite, make you no see them.' Meaning the yahoo boys are everywhere. This disease that many thought was benign has become malignant with the entrance of yahoo plus and yahoo plus-plus.

I recently renovated my house in Warri and put up the flats for rent. After due diligence on the prospective tenants, I discovered over 90% of them were yahoo boys. When I asked the agent what is going on, he said, 'Oga, na only yahoo boys dey pay better rent these days.' Like really?

Days ago, my friend and pastor, a crusader of discipline everywhere including the house of God, raised an alarm on how yahoo boys are now invading the church going after Christian teenage girls. The cancerous cells are mutating, taking up a religious outer covering. My God! Who can deliver us from this cancer?

The most frightening dimension of this cancer is that it has spread to the heart and lungs of our nation. Our political leaders that scammed us to get to power and then loot of our collective treasury has made the disease of yahoo boys look like craw-craw. We've become a nation of scammers.

A simple biopsy of this Yahoo Boys cancer revealed the complete failure of our educational and value systems to be at the root of this disease. However, the greatest enabler of this disease is our collective indifference. Chai! If we all carry on with this 'ewo lo nkanmi attitude,' who will deliver us from this cancer?

Ogun State Governor, Dapo Abiodun tried and days later cried for help that these criminals are after his life because he is all out to fight this menace. YBC has become a national epidemic and we must act now. According to oncologist, one of the best ways of handling cancer is to surgically get rid of the tumor (Matthew 5:29). I don talk finish, over to you.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

Saturday, 29 January 2022



I was thinking this morning..... Last Tuesday, we all gathered at the Unity Hall of Port-Harcourt Club (1928) for the Night of Tributes in honour of our departed colleague and friend, Lady Delight Ngowari Noel-Elenwo. For me, it was all blank until Dr Precious Omuku was called to render a solo. He chose the song of Mahalia Jackson titled 'If I can Help Somebody.'

Though the song was very melodious, I was rather drawn to the words of the first stanza that says;

'If I can help somebody, as I travel along
If I can help somebody, with a word or song
If I can help somebody, from doing wrong
No, my living shall not be in vain.'

Hmm! It is true that someone can live in vain. As the words soaked into my soul, I thought about my birthday that was 2 days ahead and how I will celebrated. I searched my soul asking, can I truly say my living has not been in vain? If your life is not putting smiles on the faces of people, then you may be living in vain. If you do wrong and make others do same, you are living in vain. The life of our beloved Delight was surely not in vain because she not only helped people, she made many smile.

As the tributes flowed in a sombre atmosphere, I observed some are gaily dressed like it was a birthday celebration. Then they started sharing snack packs and gifts. Hmm!! 'Is it a time to eat and drink?' I mused. Just then, I observed someone angling for two snack packs, typical of Nigerians. Chai! We are mourning our friend, yet someone is still thinking of 'looting.' It dawned on me at this point that what is true of celebrating the living is equally true, Mutatis Mutandis, of celebrating the departed.

Whether you are celebrating the living or the life of the departed, people will always use the occasion to either make a fashion statement and/or to feast. But at the end of the day what is most important is, will your living be in vain? Philippians 1:21 says 'For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.'

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

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

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