Thank you, 2008!

Hi,
I just wanted to thank you all for being a part of my 2008,
for listening to me, when I made sense and when i did not,
for being there for me,
for reaching out to me even when I seemed too distant,
for calming me in the midst of the storm,
for helping me to direct my gaze upwards, towards the Son, when I felt that the darkness around me was about to envelope me,
for praying for me,
for loving me just the way I am,
for being you all the time around me, and not some pretentious person,
for caring,
for understanding,
for moving me forward,
for loving me,
for being my friend.

I want to also thank you in advance for ensuring that you attain the goals you set for yourselves for 2009,
for becoming the giants I know you are,
for drawing closer to God,
for making me proud of who you are, and what you have achieved in 2009.

I shall play my part and continue to pray for you,
try not to matchmake you with each other (am trying my best already!),
and try to create more quality time for you,

Thank you for my 2008!
May we all see beyond 2009 in Jesus name, Amen

The Honda CRV...

I saw something terrible today that I cannot even cry...

I was in a Bus going to Ketu along Gbagada Expressway, and the driver was overtaken by a fine Honda CRV, silver in color. I was not able to see the person driving, but that didn't stop me from lamenting in my mind that I was still not "allowed" to drive my own Toyota which was being warmed up every morning by my mum's driver.

I had barely woken up from my self - pity (*rubbish as it wont make any sense to you, but you can read about it) only to notice that we were only 5 passengers in the bus.

I started pleading the blood of Jesus, and trying hard to blot out all the 'One Chance' stories I had heard from my mind.
We had reached the foot of the bridge, almost at Iyana Oworo bus stop, when I heard several shouts.
The gala and bottled water boys were running helter skelter. I looked back and saw a tanker rushing down the bridge.

It was out of countrol. All the cars in the middle lane swerved towards the right lane and their drivers turned back to watch what would happen next.

The collision took place. Everybody shouted. As the cars in front of us moved forward a bit I got a better view.

I saw the CRV.

No.
I saw what remained of teh CRV. Trapped in between the petrol tanker that slammed into it, and the trailer with a container in front of it.

It was sqaushed like paper. Petrol was gushing out of the tanker, and of the car. The first gala boys that got over their shock and raced to the car raised their hands over their heads in lament.

That was it.

Someone that was driving along jejely, on a Tuesday afternoon, will never get home.

Someone who had reached the stage of earning a living, gotten to the level of owning a car, was never going to see the year 2009.

Someone who had done absolutely nothing wrong, was dead.

The petrol tanker driver could not shout, his passenger came down, but it was futile.

The squashed up paper was what was left of the car I was admiring just seven minutes before.

I could not cry.

I could not shout.

I sat there, and I could not even think.

I was able to comprehend that I had actually wished I was driving my own car right behind that CRV, only seconds before it was hit.
If I had been driving, I would have taken that lane, because it always seems to be the fastest.

And I would have been crushed....like paper.

I thank my God for everything He has done in my life.
I thank Him for orchestrating my path, and leading me towards His purpose for me, never tiring with all my questions and petulant cries.

I am grateful, so grateful in fact that I wont pout about the car anymore.

Internet money geration - IMG101

My brother came home a few days ago from Delta state. He was leaner and darker, and cast more funny jokes. For a day my mum and I just could not stop staring at him, but as usual he put my mind to work.

"How can I make twenty thousand naira in three weeks with what I have?" he asked, then added, "Think about it properly. It must be something, I can do, someone that is not so internet savvy."

I held my breath - and I have been thinking about it since then. I have sooo many ideas running around in my head! So many in fact that I have decided to treat each individually,on one of my other blogs, and on my site.

Each one will have the following paragraphs:

a. Name and Description: will contain the name, and the description of the IMG.

b. Necessities: will contain what is necessary to run the business e.g bank account, internet access.

c. Upfront Costs: will contain the extra costs needed to set up.

d. Plan: will contain how to plan time to oexecute the project, and if it can be carried out as a hobby, or part time or if it needs full time concentration.

e. Profit: will contain how it will bring in profit for you, how to get paid via the internet, and how to cash your money.

I think that should cover it! Check the blog for updates on this issue!

Right now I am exploring the site, Lulu, and what it can offer me as a poet and writer. Feel free to check it out!

Innocent Blood

"Open the door!" he heard someone shout in Hausa. When the shouts would not stop he rose up in alarm, then quickly did a head count as the other people at home came to the living room to ask what was going on. No one was missing.

Who dared to make such a ruckus in the staff quarters of the University of Jos? Who had the audacity? He glanced at his two Corper friends, then strolled to the door, sure that the three of them could defend the home and protect his three sisters and mother.

Fifteen minutes later, all three young men were lying on the carpet, their heads severed from their necks. The cuts were neat - yes, they were dead. The mother sat on the floor in shock. Her daughters were crying silently. Her only son was dead.

The murderers didn't touch her or her daughters. They came to slaughter only the males, they'd said.

The last 25 years rolled by in front of her eyes - his conception, his birth, his growth, his progress from kindergarten , to nursery school, to primary school, to secondary school, to the university and then his call up to serve Nigeria. And now this....

Innocent blood, spilled, for no just reason....

Houses and Property burnt to the ground....

Businesses razed totally...

Three NYSC corpers gone because of ...because of what?

Politics?                           Religion?