Three in One; The Triune Post

Hello Dear,

In line with the wisdom @Nwanyi_Abagana shared here, I am using the rest of 2016 as a "test run" for my intentions and commitment to post at least, once a week as the Holy Spirit gives inspiration. When better to start than today, the first day of the last month in this blessed year of our Lord, 2016.

Whoop! Whoop!! God did it. We made it. All the way from 01/01/16 here we are on 01/12/16. Congrats dear. Welcome to 12/16 and happy new month.

Let me confess, this post might not logically move from point A to B. Originally it was meant as an instagram caption, but somehow it got so long it morphed into a post and because of an event coming up on Saturday, I decided to kuku use one stone and kill all the birds at once. So, it also became an advert. Please pardon me when it seems to ramble. I sincerely pray that in all, a picture from God’s own perspective emerges from this darkroom in Jesus’ name, Amen.
Thank you for being so understanding. 😉😉

Alrighto! Let’s dive in, shall we?

This post was inspired by the WCW hashtag. Within the past one month, two of my younger ones featured me as their #WCW here and here. I was so chuffed and feeling super cool like, “Success you must have been doing something right for the past 20-something years your sisters have known you”.
I am grateful for the grace of God to be among the few “prophets” to have “honour” in their hometown. Glad those closest to me testify my own “charity begins at home”. But more importantly, I see it as a wake up call for me. This little light of mine must reach beyond my “Jerusalem” to the ends of the world ‘cos truth be told, I am the only gospel a lot of people will read before coming to Christ. Same applies to you dear brother/sister. Wherever, whenever, someone is always watching.

As an offshoot of the whole thing, I began to wonder. Who is/are my own #WC? Which female(s) has (ve) the greatest influence in my life? The answer wasn’t far fetched. My mum. She is my first ever #WCE.
I have a list of others and each day, God adds unto me.

"Mummy m" looking pretty in pink and gold tipped ombre hair😚😙😍😘😍

I digress. Back to the main story

I was a very observant child, so I noticed a lot of things, more than anybody could imagine. I have seen my mum go through challenges that sound like a good script from all the movie woods (Holly, Nolly, Bolly, Golly and what have you) put together and yet, she stands. I have seen people turn against her and pay her evil for good. I have seen her misunderstood by us her children and even her husband.
I grew up knowing my mother as nocturnal. I think the first time I saw my mum doze off was when she was pregnant for the baby of the house in 1999. Before then, I didn’t even know mothers sleep. She was always awake before I slept, would be awake in the middle of the night, either to punish a wrong doing or in our room praying over each of us, all seven of us, calling us by name and pronouncing blessings upon us, and still wake up before any of us did to get lunch and breakfast ready (in that order cause we always took lunch to school).
I have seen “mummy m” as I call her grow and change when we her children expressed our feelings about things we didn’t like about her. Top on the list then was beating us. My mum of those days was a champion disciplinarian; at times the beating was overkill for what we thought was a minor offence (the sting of the whip on your exposed thighs right in the middle of the night, indescribably painful). So my siblings and I, especially my elder sister started talking about it with her. Little did we know she was fighting her own battles regarding that as a result of her own background.

Gradually, slowly but surely, we saw changes. We thought our words were finally sinking in and working. Until one of those days when we all were cooking and gisting in the kitchen, my mother opened up that she actually took the matter to God in prayers to change her.  “Huh???” I was floored. From her I learned a very crucial lesson that day, one I have taken with me till date. Nothing is too big or too small to pray about. And when we pray, God answers.


What is the moral of all this long gist and memory trip you might ask?

It is because I am passionate about women empowerment. Let me explain. My mum's secret was her prayer life. Call it #PrayerPower. I mean women empowerment, not in the very contemporary mainstream usage of the word, but on a deeper level. I am all for women being empowered to do and become all they were meant to be in the physical realm. However, beyond that, I want to see women who are indeed spiritually strong. Rarely would you see a person of prayer weak in other fronts in life. Whosoever who can kneel before God can stand before any human or circumstance.

I refer to empowered women who having done all, stand. Christian women who are filled with the Word of God and with Jesus to the point of over-flow. Women who like Mary the sister of Martha will focus on following just one person-The Lord Jesus Christ; who like the woman with the issue of blood with desperation tap on his timeline (sorry hem of His garment); and like the woman at the well of Samaria retweet and reblog and repost Christ and His essence. Women who like Hannah will mime wordlessly to the rhythm of heaven so much as to be mistaken as drunks. Sisters who on their knees before Jesus command influence, yet can rock them six-inch heels (or flat ballerinas and all the heights in between whichever suits best) should the need arise. Women who in the mould of  Deborah and Esther and Rebecca and Hannah and Mary would step up to the plate in interceding and doing the needful for the good of their children, their families, their nations and the greater good of the world at large. Women who understand that the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but are mighty through God (2 Cor 10:4), so do not mind ruining their facial foundations to erect a sure foundation for their future. Women who do not mind seeing their mascara run as they cry out in the place of prayer to get their kids running after God and the advancement of His kingdom on earth. Women of the God-kind whose effective and fervent prayers would always avail much.(James 5:16)

Wondering where/how to start, I proudly invite you to The Women At The Well Nigeria @TwtwNigeria's last meet for the year coming up just two days from now -Are we excited or what💃💃💃💃- That is 3rd December, 2016) by 1:00 pm at The Oasis, 3 Keystone Bank Crescent, off Adeyemo Alakija Street, Victoria Island Lagos.

Come join the army of empowered women God is raising at this time. Come set the pace for the rest of 2016 and secure your place in 2017 and beyond.

I round off with my own adaptation of a very popular quote:

"Praying women
May we know them
May we raise them
May we be them"

We look forward to seeing you.

#WomenEmpowerment #WomenEmpowerment #WomenEmpowerment #PrayerPower #EmpoweredWomen #PrayingWomen #WomenOfPrayer #WhenWomenPray #JesusFollowers #FollowingHard #FoundationsForFoundation #PrayingWoman #PrayingMum
#LovingMyMum #WCOnAThursday #WCT #WCE #WCF
#HashTagWhenILike #BecauseICan


If you don't now Christ for yourself yet, here is an invitation. Come meet the God who loves you more than you can imagine. Just say these words of prayer with all of your heart.

"Dear Jesus, I come before you today, acknowledging my sin.
And acknowledging you died for me.
Right now, I ask you,
Forgive me all my sins, wash me with your Blood
Save me, Come into my heart
Be my Lord, and my personal saviour.
Thank you Jesus Christ, for saving me.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

Welcome to this awesome relationship. Welcome to the family of God. HugsAndMoreHugs.

God bless you.

Photo Credit:
Love This Pics via Tumblr 
Chisom Anoke via Whatsapp
Geeks Under Grace via Imgur
Words of Encouragement via Google 

A Tale of a Truck Ride

Hello Wonderful people. I dare say Happy New year. Year 2016 i mean. Yea, I know, I know, the year is almost running out and I am only just saying "hello" from this platform. #NoExcuses.

Seems just like yesterday I wrote about the cross over night and ushering in the new year and here we are, seven days already into the eleventh month of the year. God's been faithful. I hope 2016 has been all we anticipated and prayed and planned. If there are pending deliverables yet to be actualized, fret not. The remaining 54 days are more than enough for a dramatic change.

On my part, my resolutions are coming early. By God's grace and with His help, posts here are going to be steady and frequent from 2017. #WePromise #TheHolySpiritAndI. 😀😀

Now, unto what made me dust up and start writing again- on this platform. For the first time in my life on Saturday, I got into the back of a hilux van (FYI: all by my humble self) #LiftingShouldersSmall. Not only did I board, I had the pleasure of a ride.

Ok. Complete story.

Lagos International Trade Fair, an annual event organised by the Lagos State Chamber of Commerce and Industry is currently on-going and I had cause to be there on said Saturday, for work.

 I had earlier taken the journey between the fair grounds and my base office four times (to and fro twice each). I definitely  was not  looking forward to another one, especially considering the fact that I would still need to go back to the BRT terminus at the same TBS to board a bus home. Did I mention the hot sun? Pheeew!!!

You can imagine my relief when I learnt there was an option of a car ride back, I grabbed the offer with both hands. See me nursing the thoughts of an airconditioned comfy ride back to the office until I stepped out to realise there was no more space in the van.  I didn't think much of it, so long as I would be off my feet, so I agreed to sit in the bed of the truck. Good enough I was wearing a pair of jeans. No time to check time abeg, I just climb. Trying to be like one of the boys I initially sat at the edge until one of them advised me to sit inside the bed and hang on. As soon  as the driver turned on the ignition, someone “threatened” she would take a picture and post it on Facebook. That gave me an idea, so I told one of my co-passengers to take as many pictures as possible as we were moving. I was feeling cool. Smiling and making faces and generally having a nice time.

However, just before we drove off, some one casually asked, “why are you sitting with the guys inside pick up, abi you don’t know it’s dangerous?”.  The answer was simple. I was tired. As someone famous best put it, “My feet is tired”. The two at that point were a uniform mass of tired and aching tendons and ligaments from the ankles down.

In seconds, I was  assaulted with doubts. At that instant, I imagined falling off. I imagined the embarrassment if I ever slid off my perch to sprawl all over the floor of the pick-up bed. I imagined passers-by laughing at me. I imagined the loss of my “image” as a “lady” to be replaced with “that girl that was forming paparazzi and fell off a moving van”.  I became scared and terribly self conscious.

 At some point I shut my eyes. My camera guy didn’t get that. May be he too was having doubts.
I felt everybody was looking at me. I turned my face away from the camera.

Close to TBS gate, a young lady I had interacted with earlier in the day and assisted saw me and waved a smiling greeting. In-grained courtesy demanded I smile and wave back, so I did.
After that, I was like, God I won’t allow any yeye fear or self consciousness rob me of enjoying this cool evening breeze. Then I faced my mind sqaurely, “ehen, you are riding in a truck and so what? How does that affect the price of garri? Anybody looking at me and thinking whatever, ‘for im back pocket’”. Mentally, I did a “gbagbe osi”, and threw my legs out, balanced well well and enjoyed the ride.

Sometimes we start off well like Peter in his walk on water. We are totally trusting, eager, raring even for an adventure in life or ministry or career or even just a new hobby. We can't wait to take new territories and do new things for God and with God and because of God. We throw ourselves into it and we are using all criticisms as stepping stones. Then a comment, a thought, a flash, most times from a well meaning loved one/or ourselves, comes at us, seemingly out of the blues. And plants the dreadful seed of fear, doubt, or worse still of pride. We lose focus of the goals, and we start looking at our surroundings. We stop looking at our Caller and stare hopelessly instead at the path He is taking us through. You know, like ignoring the caller, not picking a call so we can complain about the ringtone. Rather than fixing our gaze on Christ, the author and finisher of our faith and the expected end He has in stock for us, (Heb 12:12, Jer 29:11) we start analysing trends and comparing history. Then we stop walking on water and we start sinking, to the confirmation of the nay-sayers and their "I told you sos".

May be just like me, you have hopped on, literally jumped at God's purpose for your life. You had done it all by yourself severally and you were tired. You heard the good news and you came for rest in Christ. You whole-heartedly embraced His love for you, keying into His promises as it were, only to realise, there is no space in the car for you. It seems you have to tough a rough ride in the bed of the truck. Keep your joy my sister, stay excited my brother, you know why, God is still behind the steering. This is but a phase in your unique journey, the destination is a far greater weight of glory (2 Cor. 4:17). Guard your heart with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life. Bring every thought under subjection to the obedience of Christ. (Prov 4:23, 2 Cor 10:5). It’s an old trick of the enemy, making us question God and to doubt His ever sure, infallible Word. Satan would always try to blind our eyes to the fact that your once tired feet are now resting, while magnifying before us those in the air conditioned interior of the car enjoying a “smooth ride”.

Dearie, when next the devil comes to prey on your mind (trust me, he will come around) with thoughts of mockery,  fix your eyes on Jesus Christ, rebuke the devil and he will flee from you (James 4:7). As for the human elements he is using, smile, pump your fists at them, and with a mental gbagbe osi declare "God's  got me, my Dad’s got this”.

If you don"t know Christ for yourself yet, here is an invitation. Come meet the God who loves you more than you can imagine. Just say these words of prayer with all of your heart.

"Dear Jesus, I come before you today, acknowledging my sin.
And acknowledging you died for me.
Right now, I ask you,
Forgive me all my sins, wash me with your Blood
Save me, Come into my heart
Be my Lord, and my personal saviour.
Thank you Jesus Christ, for saving me.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

Welcome to this awesome relationship. Welcome to the family of God. HugsAndMoreHugs.

God bless you.

Photo Credit:@bumbleandbristle via pinbrowse and @DPreachersKid