The same way some people make it to college while others make it to jail,is the same way some people will make it to heaven while others will make it to hell.
I see that nobody want to lose and nobody is ready to pay the sacrifice.Nobody want to die and nobody is ready to pay the price.But you have to die before you can rise again,because I believe that was what Jesus meant when he said you have to get born again.
Look,Heaven or He’ll, you choose.Freedom or Jail you loose.You can’t wear the garment of Jesus and fit in devils shoes.
After you die,your flesh will be gone.
Then it will remain your skeleton and bones.
Heaven or hell will then become your home.
Then you become a slave in hell or a king in heaven sitting on the throne.
I wonder why people value freedom and gold,yet are so bold to give their souls to something that promise death as wage,at the expenses of getting their name remove from the book of life’s page.
I wonder why people tirelessly strive to build mansions on oceans,just for their worldly intentions,yet forget to secure an apartment on a holy place which is prone to distortion.
Why will man choose bitter pain and torture over sweet gain,strolling on gold texture.
Remember your creator while you have breadth which also mean,seek salvation now,right here on earth.
To get people to heaven we have to rise up and fight.Taking our weapon(which is the bible) because our fight is not against flesh and blood but against principality,power,rulers of darkness of this world,spiritual wickedness in high places that we wrestle.
We can’t afford to loose this battle,because not even the devil has the power to our heavenly mantle.

Heaven or Hell you choose
Freedom or jail you loose.

The choice is yours



It’s summer, finally. The days are long, the nights are warm and the flowers are blooming.

I always spend a lot of time during this season watering the garden and Una, my 14-year-old border collie/blue heeler mix, likes to be there by my side. I’d like to say it’s purely because she loves me, but I know she has an ulterior motive. What Una’s really after is fresh food. She will stealthily nose among the sugar snap peas searching for plump pods to clip between her teeth and eat. She does the same thing with tomatoes, strawberries, apples, and blackberries. She only takes the ripe ones, and she only does it when she thinks I’m not looking. This isn’t the first summer I’ve gardened with Una by my side, however.  I know exactly what she’s up to, and used to chase her away with stern admonitions. But this summer, more and more, I find myself pretending not to notice.

She has, after all, spent the last ten years being an unfailingly good dog.

We got Una when she was already four years old. We were living in Roseburg at the time with four cats and a rambunctious puppy, and we hadn’t wanted or needed another pet. I don’t know what brought us to the animal shelter that day in late September, but for whatever reason we found ourselves walking down the long row of chain-link and cement-block cages and frantically barking Chihuahuas, pit bulls and lab mixes. She was sitting politely by the door of the very last cage, silent while the other dogs were loudly trying to get my attention. As soon as I laid eyes on her the hairs on my arms stood up and I heard a voice screaming in my head, “That is your dog! Get her out of that cage and bring her home!” I crouched down and stuck my fingers through the fence, and her tail thumped softly while she smelled me. She raised her bright, keen eyes to mine and gently licked me.

Without speaking, my husband and I both knew our family wouldn’t be complete without her. She knew sit, and stay, and heel – she was the most well-mannered and beautiful dog we’d ever seen. As we filled out the paperwork to take her home, we asked the attendants why no one had adopted her yet. They didn’t know. All they did know was that she’d been in the shelter a month already, picked up without a collar along a road dotted by farms and ranches, and was slated to be euthanized in the next day or two. We surmised she must have been waiting just for us, and all three smiled with relief at such a close call as we headed out the doors to home.


Una’s first official act as our dog was to appoint herself the protector of the family. This has meant, through the years, mostly chasing neighbor cats out of the yard and barking ferociously at the UPS man. I know, however, that in her heart she is a bold, courageous and dutiful dog, and that she would not hesitate to protect us from an actual threat. Just a few months ago Avery, my oldest daughter, went to help a neighbor wash his car while I watched from my porch. Una didn’t know the man, and she was not comfortable with him and Avery being so close together without me there. She flew down the street and positioned herself between them – eyes flashing and snarling menacingly at our poor neighbor – and herded Avery home.

Despite being a good dog, Una isn’t always a perfect dog.  She is sometimes distant and proud.  We refer to her as our “schoolmarm” because she cannot abide it when people or other animals have too much noisy fun. She has garnered a reputation as a connoisseur of kitty litter and dirty diapers. More than once in our many years with her, she has come home from an adventure in the woods caked in mud and swamp sludge, and reeking of something long dead. She is most affectionate after killing and eating rodents and snakes – she’ll climb onto our laps, look deep into our eyes and attempt to French kiss us. And of course she has that sly propensity to pluck and eat the ripe vegetables in the garden before I’ve had a chance to.

I’ve been mad at her more times than I can count, but there have been many more times when I felt like she was the only real friend I had in the world.  When I was a new mother and suffering from post-partum depression, she would unfailingly lick the tears rolling down my cheeks while I cried into her fur in the early hours of the morning. She’s listened patiently as I’ve told her my dreams, my ideas, my fears.  Like all good dogs, she never judges. Sometimes, after rooting in the litterbox or barking excessively for no good reason, I remind her how lucky she is that I decided to go to the shelter that day so many years ago. I say it, even though I know for a fact that I’m the real lucky one.


This is Una’s fourteenth summer, and more than likely her last good one. Despite the warm temperatures, her arthritis has begun flaring up. She is stiff and her joints creak alarmingly when she gets up from the floor. Opaque clouds are blooming in her eyes and the black spots on her muzzle and ears have suddenly started turning grey. She doesn’t go on long expeditions in the forest anymore, preferring to nap in a sunny spot close by the house.

These days, while picking peas or any of the other fruit Una likes, I always make sure to drop a handful on the ground for her to find. She gobbles them up with gladness, and I am happy to give them. I know that summer and its fruit, like the life of a good dog, won’t last long.

Or at least not nearly long enough.

(Originally published in The Daily Astorian on 06/24/2016)


And so our life is likened to the yard and God the tailor……
…..We’re so desperate to get our lives fixed,
To climb depths in Him.
We boast and say that we are sold out,
With great passion and vigor
We’re singing psalms like “take me over”
Like “I give myself away”
Like “I surrender all”
Yet, understanding the consequence of that decision.
….So our life can be likened to the yard and God the tailor.
We bring our lives to Him
And entrusting Him to be our Saviour.
He doesn’t force us
It’s purely out of submission.
We make the sinner’s prayer in front of altars
And we take long fast screaming ‘Lord just use me’
…And so we bring our lives to this tailor
And when He finally decides to start work
Then there’s chaos.
We think we know the style that best fits
And so we’re comparing and pointing Him to the lives of people
Who are not us
Who are not from the same clan
Who are not heading the same direction.
Yet we insist that our own yard be converted,
Should be tailored
Should be seasoned
Should be baked
Should be nailed
And be carved,
Just as our contemporaries.
….But then, the tailor knows best
He is saying just trust me
Just give me time
Just give me space
And see what I’ll make your life become.
When we get these types of response
We scream “you are not fair”
We scream “is it not my life?”
We begin to doubt the very one
We gave the contract of our lives
..But still He keeps on working.
He picks the scissors of event
And critically cuts the yard
Just so perfect that it will fit.
…And we look at our lives and we’re like
‘”What is this?”
We’re like “I said fix my life,
Not tear it to pieces”
But still, He goes on
Because He knows best
Because beyond the now
His eyes are fixed on the end
He picks that same pieces
And begins to stitch
And there’s so much noise
And there’s so much pain
And there’s so much discomfort
And you’re forced to complain again
And sometimes when He knows
That you’re lack of understanding can hamper the job
He uses blindfold.
And at that point
You have no idea the direction of your life.
You’re placed in the position to just trust Him
Just trust Him
He knows you’re life better than you think
He works overtime
He has been doing this job in many lives
And He has never failed
Not in the past
And you’re life won’t be the first
…So He continues to take your life through the process
After stitching, it begins to make sense
And lastly, He brings it under heat
That moment when you begin to feel like the process is over
You meet heat
That heat is not designed to destroy all what He has done
But to perfect it
Just trust Him
….And at the end of it all
He brings the yard of your life
Now turned to an eye catching apparel
And the people who mocked you before
Are the ones who rolled eyes.
Family members who snapped fingers
See your life and are dumbfounded,
But something we fail to forget is that
This is not a one day journey
It is a journey and it takes times
It takes processes
It takes dealings
And it takes many “why always me”
…But at the sure end
It turns out better than we expected
So let Him work..



The professor said that there is no God. The student gave him an inimitable answer!

Author: MOG

An atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand:

‘You’re a Christian, aren’t you, son?’

‘Yes sir,’ the student says.

‘So you believe in God?’

‘Absolutely. ’

‘Is God good?’

‘Sure! God’s good.’

‘Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?’


‘Are you good or evil?’

‘The Bible says I’m evil.’

The professor grins knowingly. ‘Aha! The Bible! He considers for a moment. ‘Here’s one for you. Let’s say there’s a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?’

‘Yes sir, I would.’

‘So you’re good…!’

‘I wouldn’t say that.’

‘But why not say that? You’d help a sick and less fortunate person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn’t.’

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. ‘He doesn’t, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Can you answer that one?’

The student remains silent. ‘No, you can’t, can you?’ the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax ‘Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good?’

‘Er…yes,’ the student says.

‘Is Satan good?’

The student doesn’t hesitate on this one. ‘No.’

‘Then where does Satan come from?’

The student falters. ‘From God’

‘That’s right. God made Satan, didn’t he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?’

‘Yes, sir…’

‘Evil’s everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything, correct?’


‘So who created evil?’ The professor continued, ‘If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.’

Again, the student has no answer. ‘Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?’

The student squirms on his feet. ‘Yes.’

‘So who created them?’

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. ‘Who created them?’ There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. ‘Tell me,’ he continues onto another student. ‘Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?’

The student’s voice betrays him and cracks. ‘Yes, professor, I do.’

The old man stops pacing. ‘Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?’

‘No sir. I’ve never seen Him.’

‘Then tell us if you’ve ever heard your Jesus?’

‘No, sir, I have not…’

‘Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?’

‘No, sir, I’m afraid I haven’t.’

‘Yet you still believe in him?’


‘According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn’t exist… What do you say to that, son?’

‘Nothing,’ the student replies… ‘I only have my faith.’

‘Yes, faith,’ the professor repeats. ‘And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence…only faith.’

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. ‘Professor, is there such thing as heat? ’


‘And is there such a thing as cold?’

‘Yes, son, there’s cold too.’

‘No sir, there isn’t.’

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. ‘You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don’t have anything called ‘cold’. We can hit d own to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest –458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, ‘cold’ is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.’

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

‘What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?’

‘Yes,’ the professor replies without hesitation… ‘What is night if it isn’t darkness?’

‘You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?’

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. ‘So what point are you making, young man?’

‘Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.’

The professor’s face cannot hide his surprise this time. ‘Flawed? Can you explain how?’

‘You are working on the premise of duality,’ the student explains… ‘You argue that there is life and then there’s death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but it has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.’

‘Now tell me, professor… Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?’

‘If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.’

‘Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?’

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

‘Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?’

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided. ‘To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.’ The student looks around the room. ‘Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor’s brain?’ The class breaks out into laughter. ‘Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain, felt the professor’s brain, touched or smelt the professor’s brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.’ ‘So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?’

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. ‘I guess you’ll have to take them on faith.’

‘Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,’ the student continues. ‘Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?’ Now uncertain, the professor responds, ‘Of course, there is. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man’s inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.’

To this the student replied, ‘Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God’s love present in his heart. It’s like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.’

The professor sat down.

The student was Albert Einstein

MENTOR & MENTEE conversation


A rare conversation between Mentor & Mentee
it’s one of the best message I have come across…


1. Mentee :- I can’t find free time. Life has become hectic.

Mentor:- Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you free.

2. Mentee :- Why has life become complicated now?

Mentor :- Stop analyzing life… It makes it complicated. Just live it.

3. Mentee :- Why are we then constantly unhappy?

Mentor :- Worrying has become your habit. That’s why you are not happy.

4. Mentee :- Why do good people always suffer?

Mentor :- Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don’t suffer.
With that experience their life becomes better, not bitter.

5. Mentee:- You mean to say such experience is useful?

Mentor :- Yes. In every term, Experience is a hard teacher. It gives the test first and the lessons later.

6. Mentee :- Because of so many problems, we don’t know where we are heading…

Mentor :- If you look outside you will not know where you are heading. Look inside. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides the way.

7. Mentee :- Does failure hurt more than moving in the right direction?

Mentor :- Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you.

8. Mentee :- In tough times, how do you stay motivated?

Mentor :- Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.

9. Mentee :- What surprises you about people?

Mentor :- When they suffer they ask, “why me?” When they prosper, they never ask “Why me?”

10. Mentee :- How can I get the best out of life?

Mentor :- Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.

11. Mentee :- One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.

Mentor :- There are no unanswered prayers. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Life is a mystery to solve, not a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live. Trust God.

-Posted By Emmyfreedom

Buhari’s Doctors Have Advised Him To Resign As President Of Nigeria. Read Shocking Details.


President Muhammadu Buhari has been advised by his doctors to resign from office as the President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria,

LEADERS NG exclusively reveal that a member of the President’s family, who pleaded on anonymity disclosed that the nature of the President’s illness is such that his doctors believe will prevent him from effectively carrying out his official duties.

It was gathered that his doctors are said to have advised him to consider resigning and focusing his attentions on his health.

Sources of LeaderNg was unable to say what the nature of the President’s illness is or at what hospital the President is receiving treatment.

Recall that the President traveled on Jan 19th, 2017 to see his doctors in the United Kingdom, his third such trip to the country in the last 11 months.

The official announcement of his trip stated that his vacation would last 10 days and he would resume work on February 6th, 2017.

However, a simple glance at the calendar reveals that he will be away for several days more than the contained in the announcement.
Meanwhile, My reporter is yet to confirmed the report by LeaderNg at the time of filling this report


EXCLUSIVE: Buhari Transfered to Kings Hospital UK on life support Machine, amidst uncertainty.

Nigerian President, General Muhammadu Buhari who is battling with an undisclosed illness has been transfered to Kings Hospital in the United Kingdom on a life support machine.

The Issues surrounding his health became

open to the public when the news broke that he was dead on

http://www.metro-uk.com website, ever since then, Nigerians have been asking questions to know the whereabout and the state of Mr. Buhari’s health.

The Presidential aides has not even helped the matters, with the controversial picture of the President released online, which raised a lot of concerns and cast doubt in the minds of the Nigerian populace, suggesting that all might not be well with the Nigerian Leader.

To conceal the true situation to the public, the Presidency also planned to release an audio message of Mr Buhari instead of Video Chat via Skype, facetime or other video technology that can enable the leader reach out to Nigerians to dispel whatever rumor which may make the situation looks like the Yar-Adua era in 2010.

Nigerians have been putting more pressure on the Presidency, and the ruling All Progressive Congress leaders because they want to to know exactly what is happening to the man they voted for en mass as their President in 2015 but the way and manner the issue is being treated suggests that something terrible might going on with the President.

Few days ago, a report filtered on Social Media that the Northern Governors and its eminent personalities were having a secret meeting, this also raised the doubt the people has about the state of Mr. Buhari’s health.

In a simple enquiry made by WAILERSNG, a Nigerian who works in kings hospital who rather wants to remain unnamed said that he will say categorically that he had heard Buhari screamed loudly.

He went further to say that the stage of Buhari’s transplant at the Hospital might not be possible again because Buhari organs maybe shutting down and his body might not be able to sustain or even absorbs any transplant due to old age. As we speak, he his on a life support meaning that his in a vegetative state.

Due to his incapacitation, people close to the President has been briefed by the UK Doctor, that Mr. Buhari should resign immediately to avoid leaving a vacuum which is capable of causing another political tension in the country. This advise may have been the reason Northern Leaders summon an emergency meeting.

For those in doubt of what is currently going on, the 10 days vacation is coming to an end soon, we will see if an additional days will be requested for Mr. Buhari or he will return to the country to clear the air.



During the Soviet dictatorship of Joseph Stalin. He was a brutal dictator with mind of his own. On one fateful day, Stalin came to Politburo meeting with a live chicken. Standing in front of audience, He started to pluck the feathers of the live chicken off one by one.

The chicken trembled in pain, blood tricking out of its pores. It gave out grievous cries, but Stalin being a cruel dictator continued without remorse plucking the feathers out until the chicken was completely naked.

After which, he threw the chicken on the ground. The naked chicken was staggering in pain. Stalin goes into his pocket and from his pockets, he took out some chicken food and started to throw it at the poor & hapless creature.

The poor chicken in pain started eating and Stalin started walking towards his seat. As he walked away, he kept dropping some feeds on the floor & the chicken followed him and sat feeding from his feet.

Joseph Stalin then turned to members of his political party leadership. He said, “This chicken represents the people”.

“You must disempower them, brutalise them, beat them up, starve them and then leave them”.

“If you do this, go into your pocket & give them peanuts when they are in that helpless and desperate situation, they will blindly follow you for the rest of their life, worshiping you”.

“They will think you are a hero forever. They will forget that, you’re responsible for their sorrowful situation in the first place.”

Breath taking, isn’t it ?


Take a look at all the people some Nigerians are busy defending on social media.

Take a look at those they call their heroes. They are the same people who plunged Nigeria into the situation she is. They are the same people who are responsible for their predicament

-Posted By Emmyfreedom


On Sunday The 22nd of January my Brother Emmanuel Jiya shared a post with,at first I thought it was one of this Whatsapp posts I get bugged with so I can just ignore.
But I wanted to read it because it was coming from my brother and I trust he won’t share a meaningless post.So I started reading and I never regret doing so.I enjoye the post so much that I think it is worth sharing on my blog,so check it out.

The Sexual Fast!

Daughter: (Coughs out) Hmmm…It is well o

Mum: (looks up at her, then continues picking her beans) Any gist for momma?

Daughter:( Looks at her) Mum, I think I am not normal anymore…like, I am sick

Mum: (Chuckles) Ojo to’ju ba ri’bi ni bii’wole. Sickiii ke! Why?

Daughter: Because I am over-sensitive. Whenever I see a guy, I have this weird feeling compared to when I meet a girl. Mum, I get worried often times if I would scale through adolescence without defiling myself

Mum: (Laughs) you are afraid?

Daughter: It seems you don’t understand mum. When I see a guy’s bicep, oh my God! If he mistakenly exposes his abs, then I would almost faint, feeling as if I should run into his strong, muscular arms and be cuddled.

Mum: And so? That’s why you are not normal?

Daughter: (Eyes widens) Mum!

Mum: That shows that you are very normal my baby girl

Daughter: I don’t understand ma

Mum: You fasted recently shae?

Daughter: Yes mum. A three-day dry fast

Mum: There was on an occasion that I prepared plantain and fried egg for dinner for the family. How did you feel that day?

Daughter: Mum, it was sensational! As if I had never tasted dodo before. I wanted a bite so bad.

Mum: So, why didn’t you get into the kitchen to get yourself some?

Daughter: Mum, I was fasting

Mum: Nice one! Son, can you hear us from there? Put off the TV please

Son: Ok mum.

Mum: As an adolescent boy or girl, don’t think it weird when you are attracted to an opposite sex. His or her stature or the likes might appeal to you. It shows that you are very normal. You wouldn’t say, you are abnormal because you can perceive the aroma of dodo while you were fasting. Would you?

Both: No mum

Mum: All unmarried people in this world are on a sexual fast or at least, that’s how it was supposed to be. Different dodo, juices, fried fish, chicken; Shawarma and the likes would appeal to them clothed in handsome men and beautiful women of different carriage but block your perception! You are fasting!

Daughter: (nods repeatedly) Hmmm…I am getting it now

Mum: the aroma could be pornography, sexy boys and girls, devilish games and all but be warned, you are what?

Both: Fasting!

Mum: So my daughter, you are as normal as anything. It means all the parts of your body are responding well but the Bible says you should keep your body under!

Daughter: Mum, for real, I can’t thank you enough. I expected you to shout at me and tie your scarves round your waist, stamping your feet on the floor saying ‘Omo yi ti pa mi’ but no! You are trustworthy and I can count on you. And that is why mum is our… (Signals to the boy)

Son: Confidant! (Both laugh)

Daughter: Bro, c’mon chop knuckle (They did)

Mum: (Smiles) Blessed children…very very blessed!

Both: most blessed mother

Mum: But never forget the lesson learnt today…(expects an answer)

Both: We are fasting!

Mum: Yes. The fast would soon be over and your dish of dodo, freshly prepared with well garnished fried egg with a chill bottle of wine would be delivered to you but first, wait! Say, I will wait

Both: I will wait!

Mum: And the Lord will bless you.

Both: Amen (They hug their mother and she blesses them)b

Keep Sharing until it gets to every eye and the Lord will bless you real good.

Let’s be such a parent to our blessed children


Where will you be twenty years from now…???
I remember some years back when I was still preparing for WAEC in secondary and one of our school ex-student,who happens to be my personal padi(friend) name Agbede Samuel came around to tutor us ahead of upcoming secondary school leaving certificate exam,then he asked us all to tell him where we want to be in the next twenty(20) years.So many of us said different thing about where we want to see our self in the next 20 years.

Some week back in FUTminna during our mid-week service in RCF(Redeem Christian Fellowship),the speaker ask another similar question saying “Where do you see yourself in the next 20 years”.Immediately I remembered this is almost the same question Samuel Agbede ask us in SS3.
Again,on Monday 16th of January 2017 our Applied Mechanism lecturer said to us “In the next five year you will no more be in FUTminna,where do you want to be after you graduate from here?”
Hmmmn…This made me to sit down and begin to think of how my future will look like.So I closed my eyes and begin to imagine where I will be in the next 20year.
Now let me tell you what I saw.
I saw myself in twenty year time wake up from my sleep,beside was a beautiful Nupe lady(Yes, I will marry a Nupe),who happens to be my wife.I checked if she was awake and discovered she was still sleeping not because she is lazy(trust me I won’t marry a lazy girl na),but because it is still 5:00am and I am a busy man.So I stood up and off my alarm then went into my bathroom.On getting to the bathroom door,it automatically open by it self,then on entering my bathroom I heard a machine voice which said “You are welcome Sir,which temperature degree did you want your bathing water to be?”. I answered “Please give me 25 degree centigrade”.Then I took my bath and on coming out of the bathroom a cool breeze blew on me that dried the waters on my body.
I now made a call to a lady who in two minutes later came knocking on my door to deliver my outfit for the day.I dressed up and my wife(she was too beautiful that I can’t explain how beautiful she was) woke up and smile at me then I gave her a good morning kiss(yes I did).
Shortly one of my maid came to tell us that food was ready and we both went to meet the kids(there were 4 of them) in the dining hall where we had the morning prayers and we took breakfast together discussing on how our next vacation to United Kingdom(London) will be.Then I kissed each of them good bye and went outside where John(my body guard) took my briefcase and we went to entered my vehicle which automatically open on detecting my face.We both entered the car and the auto drive robot ask me saying “Good morning sir,where are you going?”.Then I said “Office” and we zoom off.

That was what I saw in the next 20 years of my life….

I jump to my facebook page and asked few of my friend about what they see of themself in the next 20 years and this was there response.

@Dr_Victor_Gana. Twenty years from now,

Thank you sir.
Your question set in motion a serious soul_searching.

@Judah_Shaaba: Shaaba Judah
going out in ma car with my wife n two kids.

I’ll be where God says I’ll be.