Tribute to Friendship – 20 Years and Onward

One Family Under God
One Family Under God – Reunion 2013

I cannot say exactly how it all started, but when I count some of the good things that have happened to me, being part of this great circle of friendship ranks among one of the best.

Our origins date back to 1994, to those days in Prelim Science, our first year in the University of Ibadan. I cannot now say what triggered it all, but in retrospect I think a passionate love for God was key to our coming together.

That first year in Ibadan was particularly interesting. Lectures at the Faculty Lecture Theatre (FLT) and New Lecture Theatre (NLT) and particularly, rushing from the one to the other in a bid to get good seats due to the huge number of students in the class. 7am lectures. Some of us keeping seats for some of us… tsk tsk tsk.

From that first year, some our ‘traditions’ were set. We met every Friday evening to pray. We prayed almost every Friday from that point onwards (as long as school was in session) till we graduated in 2001. Ah! We prayed. Those prayer meetings were one of the major highlights of the week for me. From pre-clinical to clinical school, from beside FLT to the University College Hospital (UCH) football field, we prayed. We realized that Medical School was a daunting challenge and survival required strength greater than any we could muster. Writing this, I am a bit overwhelmed with nostalgia. I recall some of those meetings, the singing, the prophecies, the intercession, the worship…

We dined. We had gourmet cooks amongst us and generally, we had no lack of culinary skills. Many of us (mostly the guys) could hold their very comfortable owns in that department. So, from room to room, we shared alimentary fellowship. Saturdays were devoted to these events. I cannot now recall the frequency, but it was another thing to had looked forward to from time to time. I also recall that somewhere along the line in clinical school, this particular aspect of our social lives fell by the wayside…

We studied together. We had some serious ‘eficos’ (bookworms) among us. We had regular discussion group meetings which tended to increase in intensity as the different MBBS exams reared their ugly heads.

If you are reading this, I guess you have basically realized that the majority of us are doctors.

We are Ibo, Yoruba, Itsekiri, and some we cannot directly classify. Yet, despite our cultural diversity and sometimes very obvious and strongly held differences, we have remained as one. Our diversity and level of intellect also mean we do not always agree, especially considering that it easily gets quite hot under the collar for a few of us; however, we have weathered the literal storms and are still together.

We are Nigeria and an example of how its people should live; where cultural identity does not matter, love and acceptance rules the day, looking out for one another is vital, and praying for each other is critical for survival.

We are Christian. We believe in the Lordship of Jesus Christ and hold Him so dear to our lives.

We believe in the sanctity of marriage; that the family is the bedrock of society; and that having homes built on the foundation of love and faith in God is vital to bringing about much desired change in society.

We are not all here though and I would like to use this opportunity to pay tribute to Dr. Samuel Adejumo. Your passing was a great pain and loss to us, but we know that you are in a much better place, and we all look forward to seeing you someday at the feet of the Master.

So many stories to tell, some experiences that may sound stranger than fiction to some people. There have been joys and there has been pain and there have also been nights under the almond tree… wink!

So, before this begins to get very boring, this is my celebration of over 20 years of dear friendship and my being thankful to God for bringing all of us together. I love you guys and you are simply the best.

As I end this, I say to us all that there is always a reason. God brought us together for a purpose, both for our collective benefit but majorly to bring glory to His name through something much bigger than us all. Selah!

God bless…

PS: Funny that it took over one year to write such a short piece…. Hmmmm….

Triggers of a Generational Blessing (Part II)

Welcome to the concluding part of the series Triggers of a Generational Blessing. My prayer is that as you read, the Spirit of God will breathe upon your heart and guide your feet towards triggering a general blessing for your lineage. Be blessed as you read.

“… For the promise is for you and your children and for all who are far off, as many as the Lord our God will call to Himself.” – Apostle Peter


The scriptures tell us that the things that were written were written for our learning, that through them, hope would be instilled in us (Rom. 15 vs. 4), and that they also happened as examples especially for us who live in these present times (1 Cor. 10 vs. 11).

So then, what do we learn from the stories in the previous post?

  • Obedience to God

From Abraham’s encounter we see how his obedience to God triggered a blessing that was well beyond anything he could have imagined in his heart and mind. God blessed Abraham for his obedience in spite of the extremely difficult (in natural terms) instructions he had been given. When the Lord God saw that Abraham was ready to obey to the letter without any hesitation, He quickly called to him to stop, and then swore by Himself to bless Abraham.

It is pertinent to point out, that this was not some random event or occurrence of obedience. Reading Abraham’s story, his obedience to instructions by God is chronicled through each page of his life; the sacrifice of Isaac was like the tipping point which brought with it the blessing.

  • Obedience to Parental Authority

The Rechabites were blessed with perpetuity in their lineage because they honoured the word of their father Jonadab more than that of Jeremiah, who was acting on instructions from God. In today’s world, that would probably create a conundrum for the average Christian. God knew that their father had issued them a number of instructions, one of which was that they were not to drink wine. Yet, He commanded Jeremiah to take them into the house of God and give them wine to drink. This was a test of their obedience, not to God, but to the instruction of their father. It was also supposed to serve as a lesson in obedience to the rather rebellious house of Israel. The Rechabites honored the word of their father and till today as sure as God’s Word stands, the descendants of Jonadab are still on the face of the earth.

  • Initiative

King David did not receive any instruction from God to build Him a house. He also made no sacrifice or pass through a test of obedience in his case. In actual fact, the price of David’s blessing was the price of an idea or even more accurately, the price of a perceived need. David felt it was wrong for him to dwell in a house of cedar while the Ark of God remained in a tent. His immediate resolve to do something about the situation caught God’s attention in a wonderful way. David unwittingly connected to something that was in the plan of God for all of humanity. God’s plan was for the Messiah to be a legitimate heir to the throne of Israel. David’s initiative and God’s blessing for it set him up to be the father of a dynasty of kings from which the King of kings would eventually physically descend.


The work that was done at Calvary was complete. The Lord Jesus said “It is finished” and indeed it is. The Bible clearly tells us that we are new creations in Christ Jesus (2 Cor. 5 vs. 17), ALL THINGS are become new. He blotted out the handwriting of ordinances that were against us and that were contrary to us; He took them out of the way, nailing EVERYTHING to His cross (Col. 2 vs. 14). Rom. 6 vs. 4 tells us that in the same manner Christ was raised from the dead, we should walk in newness of life.

Take a step back for a moment and study the lineage of Abraham, David, and the Rechabites. God asked Abraham to leave his country, kindred, and father’s house to go to a place He would show him. Abraham’s ancestors were most likely involved in idol worship. His ancestry did not have any effect on his obedience to God and did not count one bit when God pronounced the blessing. Abraham had developed a lifestyle of continued obedience to God (e.g. leave your father’s household; circumcise all the males in your household; send Ishmael away; sacrifice Isaac etc.). In Isaiah 1 vs. 19, the bible says that if we were willing and obedient, we would eat the fruit of the land, as Abraham proved. This kind of blessing could care less if one’s ancestral antecedents were rooted in all kinds of maleficence.

For King David, it is worthy of note that his ancestral lineage included Rahab the harlot, who was his great great grandmother. Now, that did not stop God from anointing him king or from blessing him with an eternal dynasty of kings.

Based on the principle of First Mention, it is likely that the Rechab mentioned in 2 Samuel 4 was the ancestor of the Rechabites. You would see from that scripture that he was not a good man. He was a murdering opportunist who in a bid to curry favor from King David, along with his brother Baanah, slew King Ish-bosheth while he was in bed having a siesta. Somewhere along his lineage, Jonadab came along (2 Kings 10 vs. 15 & 23). Jonadab was allied with King Jehu in ridding Israel of the idolatrous mess Ahab had created. You would think that the evil deeds of their father would prompt them to change their name and probably be known as the Jonadabites (because of his good deeds) instead of the Rechabites. They kept the name but heeded the righteous instruction of Jonadab, and God blessed them for it. Also note that Jonadab became the reference point for this blessing, as it applied to his own lineage.

Salvation through the precious blood of Jesus Christ wipes the slate clean for any person who comes to gives his or her life over to Him. It takes care of whatever the past may have been. It provides the opportunity for a future that is beyond comprehension; as the scripture puts it, ‘Christ in us, the hope of glory’ (Col. 1 vs. 25 – 27). It puts us under the lineage of Abraham and makes us heirs according to the promise. It gives us opportunities to trigger our own heritage of blessings that would span generations yet unborn rather than struggle under burdens or curses we had no part in. Moreover, Christ has been made every curse in the whole wide world for us (Gal. 3 vs. 13 – 14). This knowledge, this truth, gives us power and the freedom we need to embrace the blessings.

In conclusion, triggering generational blessings is not restricted to the Old Testament Bible characters alone. The things were written for us to learn from them and to know what we can accomplish as well as the things we cannot. We live in a much greater dispensation than they did, and we are thus empowered to do so much more than they ever did. I strongly believe that through a lifestyle of continued obedience to God and to parental authority (physical and spiritual); through taking spiritual initiatives aimed at pleasing God and being led by the Spirit of God (an unparalleled advantage), we have opportunity to trigger blessings that would run through our entire generations for years and years to come.

Remain Blessed…

Triggers of a Generational Blessing (Part 1)

Welcome to the first of a 2-part series on Triggers of a Generational Blessing. Enjoy your reading.

One generation plants the trees, and another gets the shade ~ Chinese Proverb


In today’s Church world, it is quite common to see a handbill, a poster, a billboard, or some form of advertisement that offers an invitation and an opportunity to the reader to have any generational curses over their lives broken. Whatever the title, the message is rather very clear. The premise is that a whole lot of believers are struggling under generational curses that need to be broken in order for them to find the relief, comfort, and prosperity they so eagerly and strongly desire. The target audiences are those believers who have struggled for years with issues like financial prosperity, finding a marriage partner, conception, marital problems, etc., and who have seemingly done everything they know to do and have still made no headway. The spiritual diagnosis then suddenly becomes that they are most likely under generational curses which need to be broken. These curses are due to some of the evil activities and deeds of the ancestors, a classic case of “… The fathers have eaten sour grapes and the children’s teeth are set on edge…” (Jer. 31 vs. 29).

Interestingly, you do not hear too much (if you hear at all) in the church about generational blessings. During one of my personal studies and reflection, the Spirit of God prompted this issue in my heart. The bible clearly tells us about both generational blessings and curses cf. Deut. 28 vs. 4 & 18. Both arise from the deeds of our forebears. However, the undue emphasis on the curses, especially after the awesome work that was done on the cross of Calvary on our behalf, is rather disheartening to see and hear.

Generational Blessings

A generational blessing is a blessing that originates from a progenitor and runs throughout the lifetime of his entire lineage. Let’s look at 3 examples in the Bible.



God blessed Abraham with such an amazing blessing – a blessing spanning both his physical generation and a spiritual generation – which is in full effect even to this day.

15 Then the Angel of the Lord called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, 16 and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the Lord, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son– 17 blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. 18 In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.” Gen. 22 vs. 16 – 18 (NKJV)

The latter part of verse 18 tells us that Abraham’s obedience to God’s voice was the reason for the blessing. The writer of Hebrews (Heb. 6 vs. 13 – 18) emphasizes the seriousness and profound nature of God’s promise to Abraham. God swore an oath by Himself (there isn’t anyone greater) that He would fulfill His promise to Abraham. Abraham’s continued obedience to God brought such a blessing that even those of us who are not direct physical descendants, have become partakers of the blessing through Jesus Christ (Gal. 3 vs. 29). Praise God!

King David

Chapter 17 of 1 Chronicles tells the story of God’s covenant with King David. The king had moved into his new palace and then came to the realization that while he dwelt in such opulence and magnificence as befitted a king of his stature, the Ark of the Lord was dwelling in a tent. He spoke to Nathan the prophet about this and Nathan told him to do all that was in his heart. That same night, the Lord spoke to the prophet and gave him a message for the king. God essentially said that right from the time He brought Israel out of Egypt, the Ark of His presence had always dwelt in a tent or in a tabernacle, and that He had NEVER (emphasis mine) asked any of the rulers of Israel why they had not thought about building Him a house of cedar. He then goes ahead to chronicle David’s history and ends with the promise of an eternal dynasty of kings; of a Son who would build a house for God and whose throne would be established forever (vs. 7 – 14).

Reading this story, I get the impression that God was so thrilled and moved with David’s intention that He could not help but bless him. Even though God had said that David would not be the one to build the temple (1 Chron. 22 vs. 6 – 10), His promise of a Son who would build a house for the name of God is what we see fulfilled today in Jesus Christ.

The Rechabites

The Rechabites were a relatively unknown family whose story is tucked away somewhere in the middle of the book of Jeremiah (chapter 35). God sent Jeremiah to test the Rechabites – to prove their adherence to the command of their progenitor Jonadab (the son of Rechab) not to drink wine. This test was to serve as a general example of obedience to the house of Israel. Interestingly, the setting for this test was in the house of God, in a chamber with pots full of wine. Despite what I call the ‘spiritual pressure’ from Jeremiah, the people gently turned down the offer. Jonadab’s commandment to them not to drink wine was esteemed greater than the offer by the Man of God. God set them as an example of obedience before the children of Israel and then in turn blessed the Rechabites with the blessing of a perpetual generation for the honour they accorded the word of their father Jonadab.


God bless

A Seed Sown in the Earth…

Yesterday, I was so deeply moved by the experience I am about to narrate. I attended the funeral of the father of a dear friend in Okene, Kogi State, Nigeria.

Just to give you a bit of a background, my friend’s dad died at 64 years of age. Prior to his demise, he had been ill, but the day he went home, he went from his sleep. He had been an itinerant minister for most of his life and one of his main passions was to see the people from his tribe and place (Ebira land) come to the saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ.
When he died, his son was very heartbroken. In his own words, ‘if anybody had faith for the man to be healed, I did’. In other words, he so strongly believed God was going to heal his father and restore him to life and ministry, but that was not to be, for reasons best known to God. The burial was fixed for the 22nd of August and preparations began to be made for the funeral ceremony.

Friday, the 22nd of August dawned with very heavy and angry skies. The rain started at about 4am and for some reason, was rather unrelenting. I woke up that morning rather concerned about the journey (safety on the long drive) and then the rain (interfering with the day’s proceedings). As I knelt to pray, mulling over my concerns in my heart, I sensed the Spirit of God ask me why I was unduly concerned about matters for which the outcomes had been determined already. He said, ‘the man you are burying today was a precious servant’. Now, that set an interesting tone for the day.

So, we set out for Okene. It rained all the way (torrentially in some places) from Abuja to Okene and that journey took 5-plus hours to get there (especially because of the rain). By the time we got there, the service had started and a dear preacher was speaking about the life of the deceased, his dedication and service to God, and also preaching the gospel to the large crowd that had gathered from every nook and cranny of this country to honor the life of this great man. The moments leading up to, and the altar call were quite inspiring. Was so glad to see people step up to yield their lives to Christ.

It was still raining…

His last son’s tribute to him nearly moved me to tears. It was genuine, heartfelt and most especially, true. It was the tribute of a child who dearly loved his father and was loved in return.
‘I would like to declare to you, that our mourning is over!’ This was my friend’s opening statement when he was called to give the appreciation and vote of thanks on behalf of the family. ‘My father’s death (paraphrasing to give the general gist) will be the beginning of a revival that will sweep across the length and breadth of Ebira Land…’

The sun was beginning to break through the clouds…

As the coffin was lowered into the grave, the minister broke with tradition and asked that the wife and then his sons (he had 5 boys only) to scoop earth onto the coffin 3 times each in the dust-to-dust rites of the ceremony. His wife did not say anything as she performed the rites (and understandably so). When his first son took the shovel, as he cast the earth upon the coffin, he referred to his father’s burial as a seed being sown into the earth which would spring up to bear the fruit of a revival that would sweep through the whole of Ebira Land. He said that ministries would spring up through this, bringing many to Christ.

It was a powerful and awesome moment. I could sense the Spirit of God at work in that moment. I also in a flash, understood the purpose of God even though His manner of bringing it to pass was quite painful to all of us.

I looked up and the sun was out in all its glory. You would not have imagined that less than an hour before, it was still raining. Indeed there was such a shine that some of us were beginning to feel quite sweaty.

I learned a few things yesterday and had a few lessons reinforced again:
a. The thought rings in my mind so strongly that there is no reason worrying about outcomes that God has already determined.
b. To think that the torrential rain was going to make a mess of the proceedings only to have brilliant sunshine (akin to some sort of endorsement) when it mattered most. God is always in control.
c. That God works His purpose on the earth solely for the glory of His name and that purpose supersedes any desire we may have or express.
d. God’s purpose centers on the bigger picture and beyond what we can even sometimes envision.
e. Heaven most (if not at all) times would require a seed to accomplish its purpose; and there are times when that seed may be our very lives…

I am not sure how many houses he built in his lifetime, how many degrees he bagged, or even the number of cars he owned and drove, or how big his bank accounts were; but one thing I am pretty sure of, this man would have received a ‘Well done you good and faithful servant’, from the Lord Jesus Christ for the work he did while he was still alive. No greater prize in all of the universe than to be welcomed home with those precious words. When all is said and done, that is the only thing that really matters.

God bless…

“Killing Me Softly with (t)his …”


I am sure just reading the title sets the hit song “Killing me softly” playing in your head. If you are old enough, you are probably hearing Roberta Flack’s beautiful voice as she croons the song, or maybe it’s Lauryn Hill and the Fugees for those of us who first heard this song in the 90s.

Well, this title tells more than just the song ringing in your head… On my way to the airport in New Orleans in 2008, I noticed construction crews raising thick slabs of concrete all along the highway to the airport, and wondered why. I asked the driver of the taxi conveying me and his response was that there were some old folk who lived on the other side of the highway, whom they noticed were dying unexpectedly. Investigations by the authorities revealed that the cause of death could be attributed to the noise that was coming from the highway, hence the erection of the concrete slabs to keep the noise out of the residential areas. More than 5 years after, the concrete slabs are still going up all around the highways.

“Strumming my pain with his fingers…”

The sky is dark as only an African night sky can be. The air is rather warm and almost still. The kind of evening one would expect to hear in the stillness, the beautiful African chorale of the night, alas, more ominous sounds fill the night. Indeed, so many expectations would have fit a night like this, but disappointments reign. The lone street lamp is out, throwing the whole street into almost complete darkness. A few outside lamps cast some glow upon the street; a pathetic struggle at illumination that is almost pitiful when one thinks about it a little deeply. Then the noise. You would think that you were at a concert hosted by the national association of earth moving machines. Or more accurately, the national cacophonic orchestra of generators. Each instrument contributing its unique and distinct sound to the melee. Not be left out and also not to be outdone is the Canine Foundation. Their persistent barking and howling basically tops the icing upon this rather evil and sinister cake.

“Singing my life with his words…”

Someone would say, “Well, that’s the story of our lives”. Indeed, so it has come to be. Countless nights without electricity supply have turned our neighborhoods into a veritable war zone of different noises. The kind of war zone that would render any peace-keeping force useless and leave them feeling emasculated. We have designed public health programs targeted at all sorts of bugs and diseases. We have even singled out the sufferers and carriers and given them all sorts of titles with funny sounding acronyms, yet even closer than most of us can imagine, another silent killer lies patiently in-waiting.

“Killing me softly…”

A few houses down my street, another monster roars to life, setting all the windows in my bedroom to a constant audible vibration. Then its sound becomes muffled as the so-called sound-proof shutters are closed, yet, the vibrations remain. On a number of occasions, I have wondered at this, and the thought crosses my mind even more frequently these days with the increasing power outages. I ask myself, “How did we ever get to be in this mess?”

“Killing me softly with (t)his…” 


Where is your generator located? Good question. I recall  a visit to a friend several years ago. He lived in a tenement apartment (popularly called face-me-I-face you) in a place called Agbowo, in Ibadan. On that fateful evening, NEPA/PHCN had done the usual. There were 6 apartments. Each one had a small generating set right in the corridor (as there was no place else to put them). All 6 generators were on. You probably have a smile or some grin on your face as you recall having seen this kind of situation, or currently live in this type of situation. In a lot of ways, the situation described above could be likened to a double-barreled shotgun, where the noxious fumes and the attendant noise from the sets constitute the bullets.

Seriously, where is your generator located? That question bears repetition and some serious thinking. I can imagine that not too many of us have the luxury of large compounds or even that of soundproofed generators. I see some interesting things from time to time. People who live in apartment buildings (especially on the upper floors) with big petrol generators placed in the balcony. The so-called shopping mall where each shop has a generator right in front of it and customers and shop owners have to practically shout to hear or be heard over the din. I find that no matter how small the space, we always find a spot for a generator. What else are we to do? Just dealing with the situation in which we find ourselves.

“Killing me softly with this Noise…”

You can hear it before you even see it. The thump from the sub-woofers alone alerts you to the presence of Mr. Dude (or Miss Babes) in the shiny new BMW (or whatever vehicle catches your fancy).

Constant exposure to noise over a certain decibel level has detrimental effects on health. This is a recognized fact all over the world. Through mechanisms firmly established and through those with a rather tenuous link, the effects have been demonstrated. From annoyance, stress, loss of concentration, impaired sleep cycles, to cardiovascular diseases like hypertension, heart attacks, and then of course, hearing loss, and eventual death, the effects of noise pollution have been documented in the literature. It is not just the generators, the fact that you love blaring your car horn at the slightest infraction may be doing you more harm than getting that pesky driver off the road and out of your way. Effects have been demonstrated in adults and in children. Children are particularly vulnerable to the effects of noise pollution of any sort.

Countries, governments, and institutions who have recognized this have taken drastic actions to deal with this menace. I am told of international airports where no airplanes land between a certain periods of the night so that the people can have some decent sleep. I have written about the concrete slabs that are still going up as you read this article. Societies where you risk being arrested as a public nuisance if you keep your hands on your car horn as we Nigerians are wont to do.

What are we doing? How long are we going to remain in this mess? Nobody is spared, neither the rich nor the poor. Like one article I read said, the vibrations are equally as bad as the sound levels, even the vibrations we think we do not sense. So, your soundproofing is not as all that as you may think it is.

When can we have constantly peaceful nights, devoid of the intrusion of generators? When will we as a people recognize that indeed we have a problem that requires more  urgent attention than the lip service being paid to this power issue by our government?

You move into a house. You either move in with a generator, or you rush out and go an buy one, not knowing that gradually, slowly and softly…

The dogs are barking again. My little boy stirs in his sleep. His cry cutting into my contemplation. I pick up my guitar and look helplessly to the skies one more time, shrug my shoulders, and sigh very deeply…





#TheNigeriaWeWant: A Letter to a Social Activist

Dear Sir,

I hope this letter meets you well.

I followed the discussion on Twitter on #TheNigeriaWeWant with keen interest and I must appreciate the courage, vision, and passion for this our great country Nigeria. May God Almighty strengthen you to fulfill this task.

I believe in this change. I believe it is time for things to change. I believe that lasting change can only come from within the individual (and in context, from within the particular society that requires/desires the change).

I know about you sir and I am told you are Christian. I have seen a few things you have written and it appears you are quite knowledgeable about God’s Word. Based on these critical assumptions, I have a few things to say and I crave your kind indulgence to be patient and read.

If this movement is to succeed, it MUST of necessity be birthed in the Spirit. If this vision is to have long lasting impact (beyond our generation and even those of our children), it MUST again of necessity be birthed in the Spirit. One could feel the excitement on Twitter. The people are hungry for change. For decades now, they have known nothing good about this nation. So, they will follow you. You have a voice, you have the words, you can motivate them, and they will respond to you. They will respond because what you would be saying would appeal to a yearning inside of them; desire on the brink of fulfillment is what it . Things would start, things would even begin to change; but for how long?

If this movement is a man trying to fulfill a vision in his head/heart of a future reality for his nation, then it will be like the story that Gamaliel told the members of the council in Jerusalem in Acts 5 vs. 34-39. I like his last words on this issue… “… but if it is of God, you cannot overthrow it…”. The truth is that God does not do the will of man. God only fulfills His own counsel and will on the earth. He has placed us here to enforce divine rule upon a corrupt world. When we align our desires/visions/aspirations with what He wants to do, then we can through His power bring about change relevant to the people and society.

A spiritual movement is only birthed by a few people who understand the workings of God. As you know, God does not need too many people to do what He wants to do. The result could be an uprising for change, a powerful social movement that would have sweeping effects. The hallmark, would be that it would endure. Beyond you, beyond me, beyond the instruments that God used to bring it about (ref. Christianity). Painful to note is that nothing may come out of it, primarily because the people are not ready for it, and would abuse it if given to them (these are part of my frustrations with God in this whole Nigeria thing). God will not be willing to change things for a people who are unwilling to repent. Also, social movements historically result in social change, and not in repentance (which brings about enduring change). Some people will be quick to say , “we are tired of praying; it is time for action”. I tend to agree (funnily though). Question is, who are the people praying? What exactly are they praying? How clean are their hands and hearts? Critical questions for a spiritual revolution.

I write to you as one who is wise and discerning and in whom the Spirit of the Sovereign God is. If the people will follow you, then you follow God. Give them His agenda, not yours. Bring them to true change that starts with a change of heart. Morality alone cannot unravel this morass.

As one fellow servant to another…

God bless.

Rock Bottom

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 man 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!…