Happy New Year! Happy 2016!

Many are called. Few are chosen. It is only by God’s grace that we are breathing this beautiful day. I am personally grateful for all I had and all I did not eventually get last year. A living dog is better than a dead lion. Where there is life there is hope.

Here is to a hopeful, peaceful and joyful new year.

Cheers!

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If. And.

If things were different
And we knew things
Things that we do not know now

If time was more fair
And it could stand still for us
The world would have been upside down

If death was predictable
And we knew when it was our turn
We would have lived like robots

If heaven was nearer
And we could sojourn to and fro
Earth would soon be unimportant

If we could choose whom to love
And we did choose
World war infinity would still be on-going

If we had all we wanted
And there was nothing more to want
We would have died of lack of want

If you were me
And I was you
You might have written this and I would be reading it

Long live Nigeria

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Shame to the evil ones

Hello Good People.
Happy new Month.
Happy peaceful elections.
Congratulations to the winning parties and their representatives.
I hope that this change of power brings positivity to our dear Country and good things to us the masses.
Long live Nigeria.
Long live our leaders.
Long live you and I.
Happy violence-free elections once again!

Guest post: Don’t judge others

LIFE LESSON: DON’T JUDGE OTHERS
Who is this person that is so desperate to hear my voice, I wondered as my Nokia ‘palasa’ phone rang continuously for the fourth time in a row. Getting up reluctantly from my bed, the phone rang again.Picking up the phone, I realized that it was Mummy Folakemi that stopped me from receiving the Five million Dollar($) shipping contract President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan was about to award me in the United State of Dreamland (USD).
“Emmanuel, your friend Folakemi is pregnant.” Wondering why she chooses to call me Emmanuel when she has the option of either calling me Seun or Alaofin, I heard something strange.”What did you say ma?” I asked in shock as I was sure I heard the word “Pregnant”.
“I said, your friend Folakemi is pregnant.”
“What!!!” I shouted as the phone dropped from my hands and landed safely on the bed. In deep pains, I put on my jeans and shirt and headed straight to Folakemi’s house. This news seem too fake to be true , as I begged the Okada man to drive fast. If this is true, then Iron Lady as she is fondly called has a lot of explanations to give me. Each time we are together, its either she preaches the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ to me, or she shares useful and relevant information with me.She is a 1st class student graduate from a leading University in Nigeria and she is also the choir mistress of her church youth branch. This same Iron Lady was the person that advised me to cut ties with my former girl since our relationship was ‘unholy’. Her impact in my life has been so tremendous.
“Come and open the gate,” I shouted.
“Holy spirit help me, I don’t know what to say.” The gate opened slowly. Barging in, I went inside straight to where her mum was sitting down. Checking round the sitting room, I saw Brother James and Brother Sola occupying two of the chairs.
“Good afternoon sir,” I hailed both of them as I knelt before mummy to dry her tears. “Mummy please stop crying,” I urged her as tears dropped from my own eyes too.
“She just got admission to do masters in Canada, see what she has done to herself. How would she be able to go now, her mother screamed as the tears increased in velocity.”
“Who is the father of the baby?” I asked with keen interest. She refused to talk at first, but after asking her consistently she pointed towards the direction of Brother Jide and Brother Sola. “Brother Sola talk now, who is the man responsible for this, why is he not here?”
“It is that useless boy that calls himself a youth pastor that is responsible for the pregnancy,” her mother added.
“Mr Seun, I am sorry. As usual, it was the work of the devil.
What a day!!! If I had known that it was Brother Sola the youth president of the church that had the baby, I would never have come. I know that both of them are very close, but to think that such activity could happen between them was actually unimaginable.
“It was only once it happened, and we never knew that it would result into this,” he continued as he looked troubled and depressed.
I remember his preaching last Sunday titled “THE SIN CALLED PREMARITAL SEX.” This is a scandal I said to myself, and even Oliver Pope cannot solve this case so easily, only God can.Thinking about the scene, I realized that it was best for me to leave the scene so that the matter can be resolved amicably by both of them. But then, I remembered the story of a young pastor who killed himself because he impregnated his girlfriend and he could not take the shame. He was too proud to confess his sins and repent.It was then it dawned on me that I needed to be around so that the issue can be resolved with wisdom. Luckily for both sides, Folakemi was out of school and Brother Sola was working already. We resolved to get them married, and also announced to the church that they would both be suspended but they would be forgiven. They were taken to a special class for Marriage counseling and the whole church put them in Prayers.LESSON TO LEARN
1. In life, there is nobody that cannot fall. Sometimes, the people that we do not expect to fall because of their spirituality and their position in the society fall. If such happens, what do we do? Do we mock them, share their news to the whole world to make them a laughing stock, or bring them closer, pray for them and show them the love of God. The best way to correct a man is to correct him with love. We all are human beings, and it takes the special grace of God to be upright. Always ask for the grace.
2. When you make a serious mistake, ADMIT IT. The best way to solve a problem is not to run away from the problem, but to resolve it. There was a similar story of this case, and the youth pastor resolved to killing himself because he was too proud to admit his sins. He who is without sin, let him be the first to cast the stone. If you are thinking of what others would say, then you are not ready to solve the problem. These kind of mistakes can be avoided, but when they happen it must be handled maturely and with a clean heart.
3. Let’s keep praying for the grace. I have made serious mistakes in my life. Mistakes you would never be proud to hear(see as your eyes shine…wetin you wan read?). It is not the mistakes you make that matters, but the steps you take after making the mistakes. Each day, I keep improving myself and I keep making firm decisions that I believe would put me on course to be better.Don’t judge anybody. Don’t rebuke anybody. Anybody can change from Bad to Good. If there Is someone that needs a change in character, keep them in your prayers, move closer to them and let your life be an example. Thank you for reading.
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Seun Emmanuel Alaofin
@seunalaofin

Pathway to Heaven

 

 

 

When the pain hit my stomach that morning, I suspected the cause but prayed to God that I was wrong. Mom used to tell me about worms being the cause of stomach ache when we were young but the pain was more than two belligerent worms fighting for crumbs of the shawarma I consumed the previous night. I remembered taking the drugs, without a doctor’s prescription, drugs bought from a hawker at CMS bus stop at night. A hangover, the result of a night of clubbing and drinking with friends was also yet to clear that morning.

Father Lord, I promise never to try this again, I muttered, as I drove slowly in the early morning traffic around Silverbird Galleria. I tried to hide my discomfort from Lara. Lara was my latest crush who usually rode with me in the mornings. Our offices were on the same street.

Boom! came a loud noise. I was sure I had never heard anything that loud in my life. It had to be a bomb. At last, Boko Haram was in Lagos!

Everyone left their cars to run. I put in all my effort to sprint away from the scene as well. Breathing became hard. Although I believed I was running like Usain Bolt, every other person running had left me behind. That was when a sharp pain clutched at my chest.
Oh Lord, I did not come to Lagos to die like this on the last day of 2014, I thought, totally forgetting about my stomach ache and the pills that must have caused it. Lara was already about 300 metres ahead. I saw a soldier run past me. Who wan die? I wanted to cry when I saw a woman the size of Lepacious Bose run past me too.
I knew I had to run to safety. I couldn’t die from this bomb blast. If I did, when I got to heaven, yes, heaven, the conversation between me and God would go thus:
GOD: WHY COULDN’T THE LEGS I GAVE YOU RUN FAST, AWAY FROM A BOMB YOU HEARD WITH YOUR EARS?
Me: Holy Father, my legs are unfit to run. This mortal body has not had a medical check-up in years. The last time it had a long trek or run was during the endurance trek at NYSC Orientation Camp in 2008.
GOD: WHY DID YOU SLEEP ON SATURDAY MORNINGS WHEN YOUR MATES WERE AT THE NATIONAL STADIUM WORKING OUT?
I was sure I wouldn’t have any response. I only prayed I would survive and take my health and fitness more seriously thereafter. Even honourable members of the House of Representatives old enough to be my father were fit enough to climb gates when locked out.
By the time I got to Adeola Odeku junction, people had discovered that the noise we heard was from the tyre of a truck that burst.
I looked at the truck driver with disdain.
And I fainted.
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Written by Sagay Agbalaya
I am @SagaySagay on twitter.

Health is Wealth, make we no take our life play o.
HAPPY SUNDAY

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