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2019 Wow! No words, just gratitude  2019 was a great year with different shades of white, red, green, blue and black, but the constant thing was that GOD was faithful. If you are reading this. It means you are alive, your mind is sound and your mental capabilities are in good condition. No matter how the year was; use the few hours left to thank GOD and to speak words over the coming year. The year 2020, you are highly welcome! Good things shall be spoken of you Daily mercies shall be our experience Growth, success, promotion, and advancement will be our lot  Signs and wonders shall be the norm for us Ordered shall be our steps All that we do prospers National honour and global wealth will be our clothing Peace and ease by all means Blissful and pleasant seasons Nothing missing, nothing broken Only increase, additions, and enlargement  Happy New Year in advance!!! May the year ahead be filled with prepared Blessings Yspot!

Sometime in 2018... The day began like any normal day, the sun shone brightly as I made my way to National Hospital to keep my hospital appointment. I wasn't prepared for what I heard the doctor say, after I walked into his office and had a seat. "Your left hip is bad and you will be needing a replacement soon". I paused and allowed his words to sink in. When was this all going to end? I was diagnosed with sickle cell anemia when I was 7, and sicklers have a condition known as vascular necrosis; a condition when the head of the femur starts to die and shrink making it difficult to walk, and hard for the hip joint to bare the body weight.... and yes it is as painful as it sounds. Back to my story.... The fact that I needed a hip replacement meant the head of my femur was dead. I suspected because of the level of pains I had been experiencing but I tried to push it aside. But here I sat as the doctor confirmed my worst fears. Yes, a replacement! I mean

While we made preps for lunch, myself and my aunt watched the passing out parade in honour of the 78 regular recruits intake which took place in Zaria.   Pause Zaria is a land that has produced giants; intellectually, politically, military and religion wise. Of recent the land has been brewing and breeding a generation that will shake the world. Back to the story As a group of soldiers passed by with different forms of disguising attires, my aunt said: "These guys are dressed to hide and confuse the enemy". Very true, I thought to myself but my mind processed what she said the other way round. While these guys were dressed to hide from the enemy, things were different in the real world where the reverse happens to be the case. In the Spirit and physical realm, our enemies are the ones that hide and disguise themselves and blend into our lives so perfectly that we hardly suspect them, and even when we are trying to decipher "the who and why"

I remember mummy mixing my medication when I was little, the days before I understood swallowing your drugs was the best option. With diligence and patience, mummy would put the tabs in a spoon, add water to it and crush. On a certain occasion the smell of the mixture alone made me want to run and hide forever. For where? I was grabbed and the mixture was poured down through my oesophagus while I struggled to break free.  *It was an horrible experience but nevertheless for my good* I recalled this scenario because of something I heard Pastor Dr. Paul Enenche said recently. Our parents would go through any length to give us our medications just so our bodies could fight whatever was ailing us, and so we could regain our strength again. At no point in time did they our parents think not giving those medication was an option. Why? Because they knew and understood how much good those drugs would do to us, and they also knew the repercussion of failing to give them to us; not

When service year was almost over, Tosin, my friend of blessed memory stumbled across a Newspaper where she saw University of Ibadan's admission opportunities for those interested in having a masters degree. That was the beginning of our escapades to the business center somewhere along taki junction in Ogbomoso. Pause: *I can't remember if I wanted to bag a masters degree immediately but the door opened before me just at the right time and I grabbed it and walked through it. *I have learnt that GOD leads you step by step, and there will be lots of things you might miss out on if you are waiting to see the full picture before you move.  Back to the story... We submitted our applications successfully and left it to GOD. Months later, we had our POP and I spent some days at Tosin's house somewhere in Ibadan before leaving for home. I was led to leave one of my bags in her house. I remember saying to Tosin jokingly that the bag

I entered into the house to meet the smiles of Miriam's rival, Lil. Her smiles were so bright and inviting that I almost forgot to hug her mum who had opened the door for me, all because I wanted to go give Lil a big hug. After hugging her mum, I went to Lil, and gave her a big sweet hug. I tickled her so much her laughter filled the air. We got into the house and we sat by the table as Lil was about to have some chicken. She put it in her mouth and complained the pepper was much. Her mum asked if she should wash the stew off the chicken, but she said no and decided to have coconut candy instead. She munched with smiles while we tried to help her brother prepare for his exams. He said something that made us laugh, I laughed and turned to face Lil, but she wasn't there.  *Little children can disappear so fast you need to watch them constantly* I got up and went into her room. As I walked in, I heard water running in the bathroom. I looked in that direction and

Dad had sent a driver to come and pick me from school. To make it easier, the driver came from the branch where my school was located, so I could be dropped off at the Jos branch then get someone else to take me down to Kaduna.  Max, max, I was supposed to travel along with LKS (who is sleeping in the Lord now). Ask me what I did oh? Hahahhaa I cannot gerrover the laughter when I think back. When the car was ready to move, we were like 6 fegolang girls inside the car. Yes, that number exactly...hahaha. We had fun traveling to Jos together, I can't recall those in the car sef but I remember the lessons learnt from the whole adventure. Fast forward... When we arrived the branch in Jos, there was no car to carry that number of people. The car available was just for me and LKS. We waited for a while and they got a car that could take us to Kaduna. We arrived KD in good time and I was taken home. I wasn't aware I had cooked serious beans, the beans had burnt sef. But I b

I grew up watching my parents and siblings come together at a particular time to kneel and pray.  What did this teach me? *Prayer was important and was considered a vital part of their lives *They made me understand, I had to set and make time for prayer *And it wasn't just about setting time but I also had to ensure I prayed when the set time arrived These were major lessons for me As I grew a little older, I watched as the TV set was put off just before a soap opera we all loved was about to be aired. Why? Because it was time to kneel in prayers. They made me understand that the programme could wait. If we finished praying and it was still being aired, fine but if not whatever... What was most important was we had honoured GOD. With this prioritizing became easy Prayers wasn't just done in the evenings but also in the mornings. The prayer time in the mornings, was where I learnt and understood the words "delayed gr

My niece and nephews were glued to the TV watching the cartoon, "Sanjay and Craig", while I worked on my laptop. I heard a line from the cartoon that made me laugh. Apparently, the kids had lost a balloon and went in search of it and while the search was on, one of the kids screamed out: "Where are you?" "Please return to us" "Was it something I said?  I'm sorry, I take it back" I smiled at the last line cos one of the few things we can never and will never ever be able to take back, no matter how hard we try, are the words we have spoken. Just as light or a laser beam is a force that can pierce a glass when focused on it, the words we speak are also a force that once targeted at a person, hits, pierces and hurts if negative but heals and strengthens if positive. Wondering why your words carry so much power? You were made in GOD's image. He calls you a god. When you received Him, He gave you the power to be called His

As I got into the house that Saturday, all I wanted to do was sleep, the week had been stressful but the awaited results made it worth while. I found just the perfect spot on the rug in the children's parlour, I laid down and within minutes sleep took over. After a while, from my sleep, I heard Dara rushing to get the phone to speak to her dad. Over time, we had come to know her usual lines when she spoke to her dad. As she took the phone, Dara didn't fall my hands, she blurted out:  "Daddy, when are you coming?  And then next came the second most famous sentence: "Daddy, have you bought the things I said you should buy for me?" These two sentences has been her usual lines for months. I was used to them but as she said the second sentence, my mind was hit by a thought. Although, Dara was yet to receive the stuffs she had requested for and it seemed time was going, she kept asking for them with the same zeal, ecstasy and joy in her voice e

Dear daddy,  You would have been a year older today But we are grateful for the years we were privilege to have spent with you. It was worth it, very worth it, the tutoring, discipline, instructions, wise words and the knowledge imparted among other things made the years we spent with you worthwhile.  A lot has happened since you went home Mum is doing better than the previous year. We had a laugh about you some days back. We were talking about the outcome of the elections, and I was telling mum that I could imagine your reaction if you were still here, you most likely would have quit watching Nigerian TV stations entirely. We laughed and she mentioned how you said, you wouldn't be around when Buhari returned for a second tenure and true, Buhari won and you aren't here.  Well, on a lighter note, some of your children have grown fatter... I won't mention their names...Lol..(they know themselves). Some tried but it just didn't happen (We know ourselves

Dara: Aunty Tope, what am I taking to School today? Myself: Beans, I replied. Just so I could hear her response Dara: Yuck Myself: You said what? Dara: Disgusting she responded I burst into laughter. Dara is just 5 years old, so I was amazed she was giving me these amazing responses. "Yuck" "Disgusting" All these expressions for the protein-given beans...lol. By the way, I heard not too long that beans is now considered a carbohydrate-given food. Well,  whether protein or carbs, the fact remains that beans has nutrients to offer man. Dara's reaction got me thinking though. I tried to recall scenarios where GOD had given me opportunities that didn't seem like it and I responded in a similar way like Dara did. GOD is indeed patient. He gives us what is perfect for us per time but because we can't see all He has planned we respond in amazing ways. Responses like "For real, is this it?", "GOD, why?", "GOD, do you