Touched by the Fathers love.....Our love story

Its thanksgiving again and Daveda though of a great project we could all be a part of :

Post your testimony on your blog page. Entitle it "Touched By The Fathers Love!; Whatever the title of your post is." Then, add your post (copy and paste the address of that particular post so that the widget links directly to it) to the Mr. Linky widget below. Make sure you start your post explaining what we are all sharing and add a link back here so that others can join in.

I'd known Him for a long while now...heck since i could speak and understand i'd know His name, spoken to Him, read about Him, and been told about Him....I knew His story so well, i could tell it over and over again...but i never really KNEW Him.

We had a brief relationship while i was in high school....that was when i could say for sure that i KNEW Him. I spoke with Him and He spoke back, it was awesome...but then, somewhere along the line...we fell apart...i got so consumed with being someone and belonging with the "high class" i just didnt find time for Him anymore.

Then December 31st, 1998, i remember being in church for the watchnight service...hanging out with my friends and family and it just hit me...i couldnt go on with our relationship being hot and cold...on and off, and right there, right then was the day i found my way back to my first love...It wasnt the first time i was meeting Him but it was the most memorable in our relationship, cos that was the day it hit me that He was my water in the desert, He is the one peson i kow i can NEVER live without...He is my all in all. He is my love and i love Him this day and forever more.


Happy thanksgiving everyone

Patience

It wasnt one of those days....Today, D and I were like sandpaper and wood, Almost every action he took grated against my nerves and made me brittle as i tried to hold back words I wouldnt even dream of uttering out loud.

For some reason, he wanted to be everywhere i didnt want to be and there was not the option of my leaving him to do his thing, while i did mine...We just had to do everything together.

I guess the fact that i was uninterested made me forget all of the places we went and even the people we saw there, save for the last place and the last man.

We had stopped over at a resort to....

Ok, i dont remember what for...anyways, so there we were atthe resort and I remember d spending a lotta cash there, he even asked me to give him some more as he had run out, and when i asked if he would refund it later...Mr nobody who was sitting at the corner sipping on a drink asked me..

"Does he have to return it?"

i dont know why i felt i owed him an explanation cos first things first, i dont know him from Adam, but...

"I dont usually do this but he's just spending so much and i wont be a part of that, so he has to give a refund this time"

Mr Nobody chuckled in a rather irritating way and turned back to his drink ... i got really upset and next thing i knew, i was in the car...driving off without D.

So there i was, driving along the really messed up roads, alone with my thoughts and wondering why the government was in the habit of tearing up the roads without fixing it up properly when they were done with watever they were doing. 

Everybody kept to the left lane which was moving real slow, at first , i trailed along , but after a bit,i took a look at the right lane and, though it was in a worse condition compared to the left, it still was motor-able, so i turned off and took to the right lane...I started out at a moderate speed but then, the bumps didnt feel so bad so i sped up a bit more.

I dont know for how long i was on that lane, but the next thing I remember was seeing the begining og a chasm ahead of me and i knew, no matter how hard i stepped on the brakes, there was no stopping me now.

I got to the edge and felt that brief moment of weightlesness as the car was suspended in space for half a second. Three things ran through my mind then:

1. i love You Jesus

2. Do i have enough time to call D and tell him

3. Ah...finally,i get to taste for myself what life after death really is like

I opened my eyes to the back of his head...smilled and snuggled closer to him for some reason, there was not the fast beating of my heart that usually followed such dreams

"Morning baby" D said

"I dreamt i fell off a really deep canyon..." and i went on to tell him the story

"I guess He's trying to tll you to be patient love"

"I guess so too" i replied as i dove deeper into the covers while mouthing the words...."Father, teach me how, cos i dont know how"

PS: This was my dream last night/this morning

PSS: Nope...I'm not hung up on death...lol, its just by chance that this is the secon time i'd blog about it

I dunno......

 I've been AWOL for so long pple, and i've missed every single one of u...so much to write about but for some reason i cant get the words out...i've been blog hopping but find it hard to leave comments...its a season, and it'll pass soon. 

Enjoy the story below...hope its makes and interesting way to start the weekend

I wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do but my friend Doris was certain it was.

“You’ve been barren for 8 years now and you have tried everything to no avail. Isn’t an unsure decision a better option than no decision at all?”
I was not sure of how my husband would take it. I knew men didn’t take kindly to such, particularly a free thinker like my husband. But men being what who they were did not care so much, even about critical issues as this.

“Don’t worry; it is until your husband knows how much you have put into this that he will appreciate how dearly you want this child. Moreover the man is not a juju man. He is just a herbalist”
I tried thinking of the differences between juju man and herbalist but it all seemed like one person to me- the red garbed scary man we saw in home movies who usually perpetuated evil acts and ended up dying by Holy Ghost fire or nemesis.

My mind was very disturbed. Doris’ compelling insistence had won eventually and she’d come to pick me from work after I had feigned a fainting spell during lunch.
“The weekday is the best time to go so you don’t have to lie to your husband- he would not find out anyway”

“Doris!” As if she knew what husbands were?

She was my best friend; we were both thirty-six and the longest relationship I had a recollection of her having barely lasted six months. Now here she was teaching me about what husbands wanted.
I sat in her car, thinking as she drove: all the years of Sunday school, absolute faith in God, sermons of heaven and hell and fiery reprisals started to haunt me. As it pulled me in all directions, I remained still- he is just a herbalist I found myself saying self reassuringly. He is not a juju man.

We eventually arrived the place and against a certain compelling inner will, I walked behind Doris (albeit apprehensively) into the small bungalow tucked in-between a failed bank building that had been shut down and a barber’s shack. No 37 hung unsuspectingly askew from the number panel.
We took two steps down into along corridor, turned a right and stopped at a door.

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I squinted my eyes to read the sticker on the door. Before us stood a clean shaven middle aged man, naked to the torso wearing only shorts- with an entanglement of chest hair that looked like termites clinging to a mound.
I averted my gaze quickly from his chest to catch his eyes but I noticed his eyes dipped slightly below my crucifix pendant. As he welcomed Doris who apparently was no stranger to him, I shifted uncomfortably.

“Can we sit? Your spiritual highness.”
“Oh yes, sit, I dey come”

Doris motioned me into one of the cushion chairs in the small sitting room where we were ushered into. I sat nimbly on the edge of one of the chairs waiting for a moment to express my discomfort to Doris but she had chosen to sit opposite me across the centre table, denying me the opportunity of a side whisper.

The man came back in with a bowl of leaves and some other objects I could not identify and gave it to me to whisper into the bowl what my problems were. All the while he did not take his eyes away from my cleavage. As I spoke into the bowl, I looked up more than once to catch his lewd gaze.
I finally gave the bowl back to him after mumbling inanities into the weird salad bowl.
“I’m done sir”
“Sir? It is your spiritual highness my daughter”
“Your spiritual highness”

I looked at the man who would only be a few years older than us.
My daughter? I sat closer to the edge of my chair, disgust beating hard against my chest.

After receiving the bowl he sat on a chair that looked like a throne and closed his eyes as he sang an esoterically worded song that screeched at high octaves with a constantly recurring word- Shumba.
After the freak show, he opened his eyes and looked into my eyes for the first time that afternoon.

“My daughter you are looking for child?”
“You will baff”
“Hmm! you will baff”
I strained my ears to hear him.
“Your problem is spiritual one and we will use spiritual soap to wash it away. You will come on Friday at 12 night-vigil to baff. After the baff all the problem will disappear. You will get a child”

I saw Doris nodding her head at his every stressed consonant giving me that I-told-you-he-was-powerful

look. As he finished, we all paused: I bewildered and Doris reverently listening, apparently lost. Doris finally broke the silence.
“Ok your spiritual highness, she will come on Friday. Here is something we brought”

As Doris put her hand in her purse, the man motioned her not to worry.
“Just bring her, Friday. She will baff? Hmm we will baff her and she will get a child”

I did not speak a word to Doris on my way back home. Even though she spoke of how the man had cured his current wife (the third) of 10 years barrenness and eventually ended up marrying her.


As I held on to my husband (maybe a bit too tightly later that night) I had a dream where a large lizard with saliva drooping from it mouth kept looking at my naked body and shouting,
“You will baff”

I got this from a friend and really wanted to share...kindly show him some love here on blogville.

Have a great weekend y'all 

No Regrets

I'm starring in the mirror, thinking bout the week past

*Sade's husband suffocated in the pile of sand, that truck driver could 've just been patient
then he wont have tripped and emptied the sand in their car, trapping him for 3hours

*Boye's sister, diagnosed with a rare disease, been seeing a specialist for 13months now.
Then she has an attack and the specialist cant be reach for some reason
10 minutes, 20 minutes, he said she tried to fight but poof, just like that, she breathed her last breath.....

I choose not to continue, cos this is not about the deaths, no...., as i stare in the mirror, one question keeps ringing in my head.

"After all is said and done, did they live the life they always dreamed they would"

I told someone sometime ago,

"I am not afraid to die, my fear is to die and not live the life that i was born to live,
that my friend is my greatest fear"

I want to tell myself...."dont think bout death right now"

But then, someday, one day, we all pass on, we would leave this world and move on
to the world that lies beyond"


I'm starring in the miror and thinking of the past week,

each day, hour, minute, second spent

I'm trying to remember..., did i do what i should have done

or did i do what chance allowed me to do.

Was it another case of *SSDD or was there the fire of passion

burning in the descisions i took and the moves i made.



I'm starring in the mirror and thinking of the past week,

and this time i tell myself,

Whatever you did yesterday, now, yesterday is gone,

But tomorrow..., that is a new page

a new chance, a new reality

to embrace my passions, embrace MY LIFE

to take a step to make it what it should be

and not take it as it comes.

for no money can buy it....the joy of living as i should

no wealth can satisfy, if my dreams die long before i do

Once again, the fire burns, once again, my passions are ignited



To you that have gone on ahead, i can only say, i hope you lived YOUR LIFE
The one you were born to live


PS: * Real people but their names have been changed
PSS: SSDD - Same Shit Different Day (forgive my french)

Finish Strong

I watched as his feeble arms held on, as tight as he could, to his sons neck....as his weak lifeless legs, dangled beneath...i gently swiped the tears away from my eyes as my thoughts wandered to you.

I remember how you told me that day in that cynical yet sweet way that is you that you would rather pass away while still in control of yourself, rather than be dependent on another human being, i remember laughing silently within as i wondered if you believed for once that you held the key to life or death.

I could imagine your fears, you...THE MAIN MAN, strong and independent. You, whose deepest expression for us was the handshake that we've grown used to (we still laugh about it behind your back you know). You fear that the day should come where you'd have to depend on us...this is just to tell you...no need to fear.

We've all had our ups and downs, but our wounds have healed and our pain is forgotten, all that's left is the joy of having you in our lives.

I thank God for you cos because of you, i am strong today, because of you, i am a fighter, because of you, i not only survive but i soar...i owe me to you and each day i tell myself...God gave me you.

So Daddy, no need to fear for tomorrow, cos if God lets you see many more years, and on earth you grow weak and fragile, know that these arms of love would carry you, this heart of mine would love you, this child of yours and all her five siblings would be by you....till the last day.

You have your flaws, yet i would never be who i am today had i not had you as MY FATHER


(To my eccentric, cynical, yet wonderful father - we love you)

More than Conquerors

The Beauty of being me,

The one who stands tall,

Me, more than a conqueror.

I do not wield the sword,

Nor do i string the bow,

Sharpen the arrows,

Or even polish the sheaths.



Him it is, who goes before me,

Him it is, who fights the battle,

Wins the war

And shouts the war cry.

And then, after He is done,

He comes to me,

Me...Hmmm...Me...Simple me,

Looks me in the eye

And hands to me, the spoils of war



Ahhh...the beauty of being me

Loved and chosen by Him,

Envied by all the other maidens,

When, through the market place

I walk, adorned with my treasures.



He, My husband is forever THE ONE WHO CONQUERS

And i, His bride, because He did it all for me,

I am...MORE THAN A CONQUEROR.




(Roman 8:27 - No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us)

THE D&C QUESTION

Joke* is 28, she’s been dating Dayo* for two years now, about a year into their relationship they realized they were both of the AS genotype, they decided at some point to separate based on this, but after two painful months apart, they got back together again. They are about to get married and have decided that when they decide to make a family, they would “simply ascertain the genotype of every fetus conceived and if SS they would have a D&C…

I’m AS he’s AS, should I stay, should I go?

Judith* is a woman of 25, engaged to be married to her first love in 4months. Two months ago, while at her friends flat, a gang of armed robbers attacked them and she, along with 5 other girls in the compound were raped. For some reasons she didn’t work up the confidence to meet with a gynecologist and have her system flushed early enough and now, she’s facing the choice of having a D&C which she has always felt so strongly about or carrying the baby in her womb to term, a choice her partner would not even entertain…

Can I live with this continuous reminder for the rest of my life?....and if yes, If he loves me, he’d understand my decisions….right?

Daniella* is a woman in her early 30’s, she’s been married for 2 years now and all this while she and her husband Bode have been trying for kids. She found out she was pregnant and registered for the first time ever with a hospital. After carrying out several tests, she found out that she had cardiomyopathy, a heart disease, and they were advised to terminate her pregnancy as she was at risk of loosing her life if carried to term.

I’ve waited all these years, so what if the woman who died was a Christian, maybe she didn’t have enough faith, afterall if God has blessed me with this child, He’d keep me….right?...

Pricilla* is a mother of four, three boys and a girl, aged between 7 and 2years old whose husband lost his job about a year ago and has since resorted to driving a cab after failed attempts to get another job. She, having never completed her education, has been trading to make a living. The past year has been rough and they have had to move to a less expensive apartment and change their children’s school to one, more affordable. Few days ago, she took a home test and found out she was pregnant, she says they had been careful and she’s clueless as to how this could have happened, they barely struggle to live day to day and she and her husband know they cant afford another child now. She spoke with her doctor and he suggested a D&C. She feels stuck at a crossroad, she can’t afford the baby, yet she doesn’t think she can abort it either...

Anything can happen; things might just take a turn for the better, right?...

I know two of this women personally and I must confess, although I have preached strongly against abortion, I found myself in a tight corner when I spoke with them and heard their story....


The question now is….Is abortion sometimes the right choice?...


* not their real names