MAY YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

 

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

200 MILLION JUDGES

 

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

WORLD HUSBAND DAY

 

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

THE DAY TUNDE SAW STARS

 

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

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