WHO'S YOUR PERSONAL WITCH?

 

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

SAFETY RAZOR BLADES

 

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

THE COCKROACH RECEPTION

 

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

YOUR LUNCH, MY BREAKFAST

 

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

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