LOOK OUT OF THE WINDOW

I was thinking this morning… I returned from a trip to Abuja late on Friday, completely scorched and dehydrated by the city’s harsh weather. Honestly, the heat is no joke—anyone who works outdoors there deserves serious respect. I got home eagerly looking forward to the comfort of my air-conditioning.

A few minutes after settling in, the power went out. You know how it is—NEPA took light. My inverter kicked in immediately, but the AC wasn’t connected to it. I wasn’t too bothered; power outages in my area rarely last more than an hour unless there’s a major fault.

One hour passed. Then two. Then three… and four.

Eventually, I resigned myself to a long, uncomfortable night. The fan wasn’t delivering the relief I had hoped for. As I lay there, it struck me that something felt off—I wasn’t hearing the familiar hum of generators from neighbouring houses. Curious, I looked out of the window. To my surprise, everywhere else had light. It turned out the problem wasn’t a general power outage at all—I had simply run out of electricity units. All that while, I had assumed everyone else was experiencing the same discomfort I was.

That moment taught me a powerful lesson: not everything happening to you is happening to everyone. Some challenges are personal, not general.

Yes, things can be hard—but that doesn’t automatically mean everyone is struggling in the same way you are. If I hadn’t looked out of the window, I would have continued blaming the wrong cause and stayed stuck in darkness and discomfort.

So, are you dealing with a disappointment, or you are in darkness? Look out of the window. Take steps to restore your light. And if you observe your neighbour is in darkness out of ignorance, help him to see the way to regain his light. Like a candle, you lose nothing by helping to light another candle.

Matthew 5:16 says "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven." Sometimes, clarity begins with simply looking out of the window.

Stay hopeful. God's got our back.

Happy Sunday!

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

Killing A Killer

 

I was thinking this morning.... The rate of evil in the world is increasing. Stealing, scamming and ritual killing have assumed a frightening dimension. While some vices are carried out under the influence of illicit drugs, which by the way has become an epidemic, others na with their korokoro eyes.

When a killer kills again and again, do you kill the killer to reduce the number of killers in the world? When you kill a killer, the number of killers in the world remains the same. Pause and think about that statement. Killing a killer will protect his next victim, but it doesn't reduce the number of killers in the world.

When you show love to someone and that person repays you with hate or evil, do you stop loving? As the world celebrated St Valentine's day yesterday, I wondered why evil is increasing rather than love. Be reminded of the words of Matthew 5:44, "But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” Let love rule. Kill a killer with true love.

Stay hopeful. God's got our back.

Happy Sunday!

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

STRENGTH IS KNOWING WHEN TO WALK AWAY

 

I was thinking this morning… We grew up in the Ogboru area of Warri at the time. Our neighbourhood had its fair share of jaguda and boma boys—ruffians who thrived on intimidation and violence.

As young boys, we mostly minded our business, but there were moments when these boys bullied and oppressed us. On one such occasion, my dad tried to intervene, and to my shock, these uncouth boys dared to insult him.

As a young boy, I expected my dad to respond with force—to smack them and defend his honour. Instead, he calmly pulled us into the house and warned us to stay away from the jagudas and focus on our studies. I felt disappointed then. It seemed to me that he had chosen weakness over strength by not giving violence for violence.

Many years later, after we had all graduated from the university, those same area bullies were mostly dropouts who had made little of their lives. Looking back, it became clear how easy it would have been for my dad to react in anger. But that reaction would likely have drawn more violence toward us—his prized jewels. He understood that it was better to remove us from danger and break the cycle of violence than to protect his pride or ego.

As I began to raise my own children, I often remembered that incident and taught them that not every violent situation in life deserves a violent response. I didn’t fully grasp the depth of that lesson until recently, when I came across a Senegalese proverb that says:

“The day a mosquito lands on your testicles is the day you will know there is a better way of resolving issues without using violence.”

My dad was a man of peace—one who walked away from trouble whenever he could. In the winter seasons of my life, I always remember the many lessons he taught me, keeping me warm till summer comes. I remember my dad again today in a happy way.

As the Scriptures say in Proverbs 10:7: “The memory of the righteous is blessed, but the name of the wicked will rot.”

Stay hopeful. God's got our back.

Happy Sunday!

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

PERSON WEY DEY PURGE (PT 2)

 

I was thinking this morning… Sometime last year, I was craving bole and fish and decided to patronise one of the shops at the Elakahia bole and fish market in Port Harcourt. Being my first time there, I was spoiled for choice, as every shop had a salesperson trying to convince me to patronise them.

After selecting from the bole and fish on display, they placed them on the open-air charcoal grill while I waited. Thereafter, they cut the bole and fish into a large bowl, added palm oil pepper sauce, and sliced utazi leaves to enhance the flavour of the dish.

On getting home at about 4pm, I rolled up my sleeves and, layer by layer, levelled the bowl, washing it down with a chilled bottle of malt drink. I went to bed at about 9pm that night feeling heavy and bloated. By 1am, I was woken up by a grumbling stomach and a strong urge to use the toilet. Between 1am and 3am, I visited the toilet 13 times and almost passed out from dehydration. The purging no get part 2.

I never knew the five metres distance between my bed and the toilet seat was so long until that night. However, I was never tired of walking the distance, because person wey dey purge no dey tire to waka.

Some have suffered love purge, while others have experienced financial purge that made them walk distances they never imagined they could make.

Life has a way of pushing us beyond our comfort zones when pressure comes—whether from sickness, fear, love, finances, or uncertainty. In those moments, we discover strengths we never knew we had. Truly, when urgency shows up, excuses disappear. May we learn to channel that same energy we display during our “purge moments” into pursuing our dreams, solving our problems, and building better lives—before pressure forces our hands.

As the Bible reminds us: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13).

Stay hopeful. God's got our back.

Happy Sunday!

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