Strip me of that wig that conceals the baldness I was born with.
Strip me of that foundation and concealer that concedes my big painful pimples and dark spots
Strip me of that false lashes which paints an expensive picture of my simple self.
Strip me of that lipstick that hides my cracked dark lip

Strip me of that headgear with overflowing gowns that make me appear like the saint that I am not.
Strip me of that holier-than-though attitude I display in public while a sinner in my closet.

Strip me of that outward display of kindness whereas I can’t feed my hungry neighbour out of my bounty.

Strip me of that charming smile accross my face, to show the tears of longing for more of You each day.

You have taken me through years of my life.
With all the blessings and all.
Today, I present to You my naked self
With tears looking for escape, in remorse for my sins, in thanksgiving for your faithfulness even in my faithlessness, in joy for my blessings.

Today, I say continue with the wheel, steering me according to your course.


One thing I want to do

I  want to please everyone

I don’t want anyone to be mad at me

I don’t want anyone to feel bad because I  disagree with their opinion 

I am scared that my speaking out may bring me trouble

I want everyone to see me as “the good”

I do not want people to know my stance in some matters because they may win the argument that follows, making me feel bad

I don’t want the public to have a negative opinion about me

If I must write or speak in public,it will be only what I  feel people will accept

Thus,I refuse to be freely me and speak the truth I am convinced of

I refuse to have a say because of fear of rejection

I refuse to say or act right because of fear of not getting everyone’s approval

I remain in my shell

Rearing out my head only behind the masses

Nodding in approval at other people’s stories and convinction

I do not want to be criticised for anything because I will feel hurt

I do not want someone to question my dreams and goals because I don’t want to feel bad

I refuse to speak the truth or act right just because I am afraid of how people will react

I refuse to take bold steps because the world may think I am stupid

I  have refused to do one thing, just because of what people may say

Until I understand that I may be the voice of that voiceless group of people who I do not even know

Until I am ready to absorb criticisms, stand firm on what I believe without being swayed by just any wind that blows

Until I am ready to stand for something and not just sit on the fence

Until I am ready to voice my opinion without fear of people calling it a stupid opinion,even if they do

Then I am ready to do that one thing

I am ready to grow

Tiny little blessings…1

We are regularly asked to practice what we preach but when we look deep,we fault on many occasions.

However,this lady who sat by me today in church indirectly taught me a lesson.

We had listened to the sermon on the topic,’humility ‘ where the preacher delivered the topic with examples.

It was time for the second 0ffering and as usual,we were told how God was going to bless all who partook in the offering . This took people out of their sits to go receive the “special” blessing.

I had just returned from work in order to attend mass quickly because I had missed 2 previous Sunday masses due to work. I didn’t have time to pick any extra money but to leave with the #50 transport I needed to take me back to work after church. 

This beautiful lady beside me must have wondered why I was not interested in the special blessing but I wasn’t perturbed. 

As I was admiring the various dress styles on people who had gone to donate money,she quickly opened my palms and squeezed in some change for me to go receive my blessing.

I was amazed.

This reminds me so much of my childhood when the elders would give us money to go drop offering on their behalf in church. 

This was different. She was a young lady like me, no ring on her finger,probaby single.

I chatted her afterwards to realize that she didn’t even have a job…but had come down to my town to acquire some skills to be an entrepreneur.

It blesses my soul when I see a young lady who looks out for the good of a fellow woman without the envy,jealousy and malice that we are usually tagged with.

If you are such woman who wants the best for another, encourages and uplifts another, then you are my friend.

I’ve made myself a friend today and I pray we don’t regret this friendship.


He was a great teacher,  teaching them the best way of life.
He pointed out their sins to them,  corrected their wrongs.
He healed the sick amongst them,
the blind He made to see, 
the lame He made to walk,
the deaf and dumb communicated,
those taken captives by evil spirits were set free. 

Yes,  He went about doing good.
But what did get in return?
One of His very own person sold Him for just a token,  just when they had even wined and dined together.
What other betrayal could be worse?

The angry mob came for him with clubs,  knifes and any weapon you could think of,  as though they had come to persecute someone worse than a serial killer.
They took Him away.

They humiliated him,  spat on him,  jeered at him,  just because he was a good man. 
They could not bear the fact that someone seemed to know about the kingdom of God more than them.
Their ego didn’t let them see nor hear the truth. 
They sought the biggest lies in their memory against him but found none.
They tried harder but could not find no wrong in him,  but hatred filled their hearts that they couldn’t repent from their wrong.
All that mattered was to judge Him.
They just wanted to succeed in condemning him.

And you my brethren may ask,
“why did not God intervene?  
Why did he let the enemy win?  Why did he let the wrongdoers succeed in condemning His only Son,  our Lord Jesus Christ who had done no wrong?

Just the same way I ask sometimes,
“If God loves me, why is He allowing me through this trial?  What wrong have i done to deserve an unfair life?”

The answers are the same ,
“that the name of God be glorified and  when we finally pull through the cross,  He will lift us up higher than the ground we have been and all the world will see and hear our story and say, 
“The Lord is indeed good,  all the time”


Abide with me

When the love seems gone
And loneliness lasts too long
Abide with me.

When friends are no where near
And the darkness draws too neigh
Abide with me.

When tears of mourning rains
And comfort is far from me
Abide with me.

When the sea seems too wide
And my boat is just so small
Abide with me.

When infirmities call my name
And the doctors have tried their best
Abide with me.

When failure knocks me down
And depression is no more far
Abide with me.

When my prayer gets too poor
And the devil smiles with victory
Abide with me.

When temptations won’t let me
And I struggle to break free
Abide with me.

When sadness visits me
And I can’t seem to cheer me up
Abide with me.

When I fall, when I fall
And my strength to rise is gone
Abide with me.

When heartbreak seems to find my path
And I try to understand why
Abide with me.

When my table lacks for bread
And my stomach screams in pain
Abide with me.

The day is far spent
And the evening has come
Abide with me.

Without you, I can do nothing
With you all things are possible
Abide with me, Lord.


Where is the love?

Just when I was about to rest from the day’s activities, I heard people raise their voices.
I got closer to know what was happening.
It was the members of a deliverance ministry close by.
The owner of the ministry shouted at how people accused her of using charms in her ministry and all what not.

It was not the accusations that bothered me but the reaction to them.
I watched with dismay as the woman shouted, ” all those who accuse me of using charms, they will die one by one”
One of her church members shouted, amen, adding that they will go to their burials and eat rice while she danced.

Jesus Christ! I could not believe this.
What happened to the love Jesus preached, even to our enemies.

Sometimes, I wonder what our fate would have been if Jesus reacted same way every time we sinned. The world must have been wiped away.

The above scenario is not different from the woman who rained curses on someone whom she said was making work difficult for a cleaner by leaving faecal matter at the wrong place.

I am not saying the offenders should go on with their act but how do we who claim we are Christians,  let alone a minister or a pastor if we cannot live as Jesus whom we preach, lived.

It makes my heart bleed when curses rain without resistance from our mouths.
Condemn the wrongs, yes, but let God judge the supposed wrongdoers.
We bless, even when persecuted. It is never easy but it is a cross we must carry to follow Him.

Maybe, when next you want to curse that brethren, even with the common, “it shall not be well with you”, think about what out fate would have been if Jesus reacted same way to our sins.

Lest we forget, He died for us while we were yet sinners ROM 5:8.


My 2016 January kid.

Sometime last month, I was taken aback by the act of a young boy in my parish. Probably, it is a norm elsewhere but I don’t get to see the very young kids serve mass at the altar often.

However, this time, I saw not just a young kid but a very little one.
The first time I saw him serve at the altar with all seriousness during mass, I was astonished because he seemed too little.
I decided to meet him later and probably take a picture with him as he was instantly my real MVP but unfortunately, I didn’t have my phone.

This just reminds me of a short video I watched from someone’s phone.
In it, this amazing young boy of about eight years stood behind the pulpit and said, amongst other statements,
“It’s not about how young or old you are, God can use you” and yes, I totally agree.

When I see some kids and the ministering aura they have, be it while singing, praying, producing harmonious beats to varying songs just like my beloved 4yr Asher, it leaves me in awe believing that truly, age is no barrier.

Unfortunately, sometimes we see parents making excuses for their children’s misconducts.
You mostly hear them say, “he’s just a kid”.
I believe the advice of Prov 22:6 still remains indispensable.
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

To my January 2016 kid, who probably is not yet on facebook and may not read this my post, I admire your zeal for being used as God’s workmanship.

My cousin, beloved 4yr Asher and I