The Turmoil… REACH OUT!

That constant itch inside

Tried everything you know

Nothing seems to assuage it

Binging on show after show after show

Immersed in every social media experience

Several bottles of your most favorite of brews

Combinations of your most potent of substances till your life is hanging by a thread

Locked in cages much deeper than any lockdown can impose

A huge crises of identity rages within

Persuasions within asking if it is even worth continuing

Life in its temporality emphasized by the storm inside

The sun shines bright outside

Thick clouds of darkness inside


You cannot continue to struggle while drowning

You cannot untie those weights alone


There is HOPE and PEACE like you have never experienced


On George Floyd… The Journey to a Frozen Heart

A portrait of George Floyd by Nikkolas Smith Credit: Nikkolas Smith

“But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with such people.” – ‭‭2 Timothy‬ ‭3:1-5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

I wish there was a way I could un-watch (if there is a word like that) that video. It is one of the most heartbreaking things I have ever watched. The worst so far this year.

As a doctor, I have watched people die. They passed as we were trying our best to keep them alive but this really was too much to watch.

To watch someone who had taken an oath to serve and protect take a helpless life without any trace of remorse is inexplicable.

Cold and wicked. If there is anything colder than ice, it is your wicked heart! You held the man down after you had handcuffed him, and he was crying that he could not breathe for several minutes and you did not budge.

Your fellow rascals just stood there and did nothing to stop you! The people who were watching you do this called out to you but your ears were stuffed with the wax of wickedness flowing from your frozen heart!

He was on the ground already, the lowest he could ever be, and you made sure he would never get up again!

How could you not hear the cry of a dying man?

How do you get to that point that you discard training and natural human kindness to snuff out the life of someone you were supposed to protect, no matter what he had done?

The man cried out for his mother as he was dying but your brain was too addled by animosity and prejudice to even comprehend!

Oh my God! What a mess!!!

If you are reading this, what is the state of your heart? That police officer (who is not worthy of a mention) probably did not begin like that. His heart did not start that cold. At a point in his life, his journey to a frozen heart started…

Are you on that same journey? The journey to a frozen heart?

You may not be in law enforcement. Maybe you are like that one who refused to leash her dog but rather called the police, feigning ‘damsel in distress’ to achieve what exactly? You may be the man who found an 18-year old girl alone in a shop and raped her! Or, the ones who found a young girl reading alone in a Church (of all places) and raped and killed her!

Whose ‘neck’ are you ‘kneeling’ on? Whose cry for help are you deliberately ignoring? Who are you wickedly taking advantage of? Who have you wickedly abused and put an almost indelible mark of terror, anguish, and sorrow upon their lives?

Check your heart! What are your kindness levels? What are your ears stuffed with? How far down that road have you gone? Are you still part of decent humanity?

Your heart does not suddenly become that cold. No, it starts little by little until you cross that threshold where you can no longer control yourself or your actions.

I hope and pray earnestly that justice is done in all these cases! I earnestly pray that George Floyd’s death and everything going on right now will not be in vain! I earnestly hope that we can put all these things behind us (with justice done) for all time… (Hmmmmm…)

On my knees…

Submission is the Key

“Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”

— ‭‭Philippians‬ ‭2:5-11‬‬

It really is a joke to try and use the name of Jesus, especially in spiritual warfare, without exhibiting the same kind of humility and submission Christ exhibited.

No wonder other translations use the word ‘should’ to denote the response to the use of The Name.

No wonder the Apostle starts the section by saying that we should have the same mind as was in Christ. That mind that counts self, position, and privilege as nothing, but is completely submitted and obedient to the will and purposes of God, the Father.

Submission is key to the use of The Name.

Submission resulted in the name being exalted in the first place. The knees will start bowing and tongues confessing when the same mind and attitude which was found in Christ is found in us. Hallelujah!!!

2 Corinthians 10 vs. 6 buttresses this by saying we can only punish or deal with disobedience when our obedience is complete.

As we engage in spiritual warfare and confront the darkness of this age, let us keep these thoughts in mind and ensure that the same mind and attitude found in our Lord Jesus Christ, is found in us. This is the guarantee for victory.

God bless you.

You Are Wonderful…

Just listening to this song as I write this: “We give You glory Lord as we honor You… You are wonderful, You are worthy o Lord…

Just a moment of reflection and looking back down the years of life.

Indeed, You have been wonderful. What more can I say. Everything I can give to You, You are worthy of it all and even so much more than I can give.

Awe-inspiring God! Full of wonder, yes You are!

You are wonderful, You are worthy…

How Did We Become Like This?

Some days ago, I was driving home after a really long day at work. The time was about 0830PM.

I watched as a car coming from the opposite side apparently lost control, ran into a ‘Keke’ (tricycle/rickshaw) that was picking up passengers right on the road, crossed over to my side of the road, and then piled into the gutter and was stopped by the embankment on the side of the road. The ‘Keke’ took quite a tumble as it turned over several times and eventually rested on its wheels.

Other drivers parked and the pedestrians who observed the incident, immediately went to assist the victims in the ‘Keke’ and also to see to the driver. I parked a few meters from the incident and came down to see how I could help.

Thankfully, nobody sustained any serious injuries. Having watched the incident happen, I thought that was quite miraculous. The ‘Keke’ was in a really bad shape. All banged up and twisted, but nobody was hurt seriously. The driver of the car was in a bit of daze. His airbags had deployed and coupled with his seat belt, apparently saved his life.

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One of the people who had stopped started telling us how the driver zipped past him at high speed not realizing that there were a series of speed bumps ahead and probably lost control of the vehicle as he was trying to stop to avoid running through those bumps at high speed.

As all this was happening, other ‘Keke’ riders had stopped to see to their colleague. We watched as they huddled among themselves and then they approached the offending vehicle in their group. When the people who had gathered to see what was going on asked them what they wanted, they replied that they wanted to burn the vehicle. “Burn the vehicle ke!!!???” The thought was quite alarming to me. “What on earth was that??!!” Granted, the driver was extremely careless. There was no loss of life (and even if there was), there were no serious injuries, granted the ‘Keke’ was in quite a bad shape, but to burn the vehicle in response???

A tussle then ensued between the ‘Keke’ people and other folks like me who were enraged at the thought of burning the vehicle in response to the accident. One of the folks even asked them what the ‘Keke’ was doing picking passengers right on the road in the first place. This went on for a few minutes until a certain gentleman in a black suit who was one of the people engaged in the tussle to prevent them from burning the car, pulled out a handgun, cocked it, raised the gun above his head, and fired a shot into the air. The ‘Keke’ people immediately took to their heels. The scramble to get out of the place was amusing to watch to say the least. They fled.

The man who fired the shot and the others with him started calling to them to come back. “Shebi una wan burn car ba? Oya make una come burn am make we see!!!” (meaning: you folks want to burn the car? Come and burn it and see if we will watch you do it), was hurled at the fleeing incendiaries.

Well, guns were now involved, and it was time for me to exit the scene in order to avoid stories that touch…

This incident has weighed heavily on my mind. How did we become like this? I wonder what would have happened if the man with the gun was not there. So many thoughts, so many questions…

How did we really become like this?


May we all live like hoses connected to the everlasting Source…

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At one time or the other, we have had to use tanks or hoses. For example, in places where water supply is not always guaranteed, it generally makes sense to get a tank or some form of container to store water when it is available so that there would be water to use when it is no longer available from the usual source. We have also used hoses to water our lawns, wash our cars or even siphon fuel (sorry to remind you of the dark and frightful days of petrol scarcity). In life, the tank versus hose analogy might apply to the human experience and may categorize us.

A tank usually has a fixed capacity while the capacity a hose can produce is dependent on the source it is connected to. You cannot put more into a tank than it is built to hold but a hose can have…

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If there was any other better word to describe you, I would sail the seven seas, climb the highest mountains, and search the deepest forests till I could find it.

Just calling you MOTHER brings the sum of it and the depth that only those who have truly experienced you can truly appreciate.

You have never tried to be anything else. You have never been anything less.

You are one, and one of a special kind.

Just to tell you today that I LOVE you for all of life and eternity…


Rock Bottom

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My skies are dark; thick clouds obscure even the faintest hint of light.
My world is cold. My heart colder still…
With one stroke, every iota of warmth sucked from within and without;

Yes the wind! Such ferocity, my life has scarcely experienced.
Everything bows in its wake, my head and my pride inclusive;
Rain, torrents of misery cast upon my beleaguered soul…

Long I had thought this storm would pass.
Long had I longed for but a sliver of golden ray.
My feet have long become dead weights, unsure, so unsteady.
When I begin to feel the purchase of solid ground, the next step, an icy cold murk bath.
The vestiges of warmth receding with every drop.
Cold like the tendrils of a wild vine creeping into my marrow;

Even if I were a vessel of the seas, such a tempest would my bows have overwhelmed;

How much lower can a person feel?
Even when I stumble upon some rare shelter amongst this bleakness,
The elements do conspire and short-lived is my succour;

In my despair I abhor even myself, despising what I have let become…

Oh God!… Oh God!!!


“What are you doing here?”, Raub the treacherous said to the angel.

Seph looked at him for a little while but did not answer. Raub became indignant and took threatening steps forward. “What are you doing here?”, he roared yet the more.

Seph continued to pay him no attention until Raub was standing literally in his face.

Seph answered quietly and said, “This is a church you know.”

“Yeah right!” was the demon’s tartly response. “A church indeed,” he continued, “but your Master does not come here anymore.”

“I run this place now and the likes of you are not welcome here anymore! Get out!!!”

The other demon spirits in the building saw or more like sensed the presence of the angel and hurriedly drifted over. None of them were happy to see him. They all joined Raub in asking him to get out.

Seph looked at all of them and looked away sadly. He made to enter the hall, and they blocked his way immediately.

From where he stood though, he could see what was going on inside. The praise and worship session was going on quite boisterously and the people were having a good time of it. A lot was missing though. Normally at such a time, the airways would have been full of the flows of the Spirit and you would have angels go in and out through the congregation, doing the Spirit’s bidding. But today, even though the music was of an excellent quality and the people praised with all their hearts and might, there was nothing to be seen.

The demon was right, the Master had not been here for several years. The people had over the years continued to draw away from the Saviour and had gradually forgotten how to honour Him. His presence had waned and waned until the fire had gone out completely. The worst part was that they had not even noticed.

Or maybe, someone had. He had been sent here with a message. He had not been here in years either and was rather surprised when he found out he was being sent here.

“I have a message to deliver”, he said to Raub.

The demon snickered at him. “Why should I let you pass?”

Seph smiled. His smile made the demons red in the face with anger. Some of them reached for weapons but Raub raised a hand to still them.

Seph looked him straight in the face and said, “You know you cannot stop me? And you and I do not have the time to find out if you really can.”

“I would counsel that you let me go about my assignment and I would be out of your hair.”

“And if I refuse to?” Raub replied.

Seph smiled again.

“How long do you want to continue to have any influence in this place?”, the angel asked him.

“You are in no position to threaten me”, the demon responded, the look in his eye not matching the tone of his voice. “There are far more of us here than you.”

Seph ignored them for a moment. He had seen her. While everyone else was dancing and jubilating, she stood quite still. There was obviously some kind of struggle going on in her but his insight into such things was limited.

Tesa was just tired. The hall was full of people but she had never felt so alone. It was a really large congregation and she had enjoyed the past five years in the church; but in the past few months, she had begun to feel that she did not belong there anymore. It was a really strange feeling. Church used to be fun, inspiring, and refreshing but somewhere along the lines, something had changed.

The overall experience was still awesome to behold; the organization, the flow, the dressing of the church workers, down to the eloquence of the Senior Pastor. It was all exquisitely delivered; but deep inside she could not quite figure out why she felt something had been out of place for a while. The feeling had become like a burden in her heart and had consumed her devotions. “God help me”, she thought fiercely.

Seph had had enough. He raised himself to his full height and immediately was clothed in a blaze of glory. Raub snarled and grabbed for the angel, and suddenly found himself on the floor with the angel’s foot on his neck and a fiery sword pointed at his neck.

“Tell your minions to back down or else I can make this worse for you”, the angel commanded.

The demons had even started to draw back of their own volition. Seeing their liege at the angels feet in a matter of seconds had weakened any resolve to fight that they had.

The angel stepped over him and entered the hall of congregation and headed for Tesa. He laid his hand gently on her shoulder.

She felt as though someone had touched her and looked around to see who it was. The people around were too engrossed in the praise and worship to have touched her.

“You do not belong here anymore and it is time to leave. Your time here is up and the Lord is calling you out. LEAVE NOW and do not come back”, she heard. She looked around in panic but could not see who had spoken to her.

She suddenly felt a keen sense of urgency and grabbed her purse and started walking out of the church. Nobody paid her any attention.

Seph accompanied her as she left. The demons parted as they came out and they passed without incident.

She looked back at the Church with the words still ringing in her ears. “Do not come back”, was a bit hard to fathom considering how long she had been here, but deep inside she knew it was what she had to do.

Two other angels Miza and Rosh, met with Seph as he came out with her. Their presence had been concealed from the demons to avoid causing a major incident.

“That went well”, Miza said with a wry grin. Rosh just looked at him and rolled his eyes.

“You both know what to do”, Seph said to the pair. “Keep a close eye on her and direct her to where she needs to go. I will see you later.”

They nodded and turned their attention to their new charge.

“Where do I go from here”, Tesa was asking herself as she entered her car and began to drive off, but there were no immediate answers.

Seph watched her go. His assignment was done for the moment. As quick as thought, he was soaring through the skies on his way to a debrief.

“To the angel of the church in Sardis write: These are the words of him who holds the seven spirits of God and the seven stars. I know your deeds; you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead.”‭‭ Revelation‬ ‭3:1‬ ‭NIV

‬‬“After this I saw another angel coming down from heaven. He had great authority, and the earth was illuminated by his splendor. With a mighty voice he shouted: “ ‘Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!’ She has become a dwelling for demons and a haunt for every impure spirit, a haunt for every unclean bird, a haunt for every unclean and detestable animal.”‭‭ Revelation‬ ‭18:1-2‬ ‭NIV‬‬