Saturday, April 13, 2019
HOW MANY OF THESE MEMORIES CAN U REMEMBER FROM PRIMARY SCHOOL DAYS?
You must be able to recite/sing at least 10 of the under listed BY HEART:
1.
Some have food but cannot eat,
some can eat but have no food.
We have food and we can eat.
Glory be to thee o Lord. Amen.
2.
The day is bright is bright and fair
oh happy day, the day of joy
The day is bright is bright and fair
oh happy day, the day of joy
mama jollof rice!
3.
Oh my home o my home
when shall I see my home
wen shall I see my native land
I will never forget my home!
4.
Holiday is coming [2x]
no more warning bells
no more teachers cane.
goodbye teachers, goodbye scholars
I’m going 2 spend
a jolly holiday [2x]
5.
h-i-p- for d hip
p-o-p-o for d hipopo
and t-a-m-u-s for the hippopotamus
hippopotamus!
6.
Parents listen to your children
we are the leaders of tomorrow
try and pay our school fees
and give us good education
7.
I am a little sailor boy that comes from the sea
that comes from the sea just to marry you
Oh will u marry marry marry
will you marry me?
8.
8 o’clock is d time for school, don't be late in d morning.
8 o’clock is for boys and girls, come to school in za mornin.
9.
Morning has broken, like the 1st morning, blackbirds have spoken, like the 1st word
Praise for the singing. Praise for the morning, Praise for the evening, Fresh from the world.
10.
Now the day is over, night is drawing nigh, shadows of the evening, still across the skies
Glory to the father, Glory to the son, And to thee blessed spirit, Whilst all ages run, Amen!
11.
Rain rain go away
come again another day
Little children want to play
12.
Tisha jowo, mo fe jegba temi
nami lowo, mashe nami nidi, tidimi babe,
mape baba mi wa, baba mi, a ba e ja.
13.
All things bright and beautiful, all creature great and small
all things bright and wonderful,
the lord god made them all.
He gave us eyes to see them
And lips that we might tell
He gave us “something” colors
And made the mighty se E E E
14.
Bojuboju o oh! Oloro m’bo! e para mo o oh!
Se kin se, Shee!! she she she she Shee!!
E pere Mi Heey! Eni toloro ba mu , a paaa je (A paa jee!!)
15.
Jack and Jill went up to a hill,
To fetch a pail of water
jack fell down and broke his Leg,
And jill came tum b ling after(wonder what they really went to do up that hill)
16.
My mother, who sat and watched my infant head
when sleeping on my cradle bed, and tears affectionately shed,
My Mother
When pain and sickness makes me cry, you gaze upon my heavy eye and pray to God that I shouldn’t die,
My Mother,
17.
Row Row Row your Boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
Life is but a dream.
18.
Old Rodger is dead and gone to his grave, hmm!!, haa!!, gone to his grave
He planted an apple tree over his head, hmm!!, haa!!, over his head
The apple grew ripe and ready to drop, hmm!!, haa!!, ready to drop
There came an old woman to pick them all up, hmm!!, haa!!, pick them all up
Old Rodger got up and gave her a knock, hmm!!, haa!!, gave her a knock
(can't remember the rest)
19.
Papa mama school no dey,
Wetin happen?
Our teacher dey smoke gari for school
Which kind gari?
Ijebu gary
, cele wata,
calabar groundnut
ondo sugar
20.
RIVERS IN AFRICA ARE
RIVERS IN AFRICA ARE
NILE , NIGER,
BENUE , CONGO
ORANGE , LIMPONPO
ZABENZI
21.
Wherever you go (go go go n go)
Wherever you see (sisi eko)
Do not say yes, when you mean to say no(Baba Ibadan)
22.
Sanda lily, sanda lily3x
Sanda lily, sanda li
(Which is the way many of us were taught but it is
Standard living , standard living ......)
23.
I am a teacher (lawyer, doctor etc) in my country
Every body knows me well
If you look me up and down you will see that its true!
HOW MANY CAN YOU REMEMBER?
TEACH YOUR CHILDREN AND DO NOT LET THE TRADITION DIE.
Thanks.... One love
Friday, April 12, 2019
THE PAIN AND THE JOY OF A TEACHER
Two years ago I was in the car of a Principal , we were actually coming from a social function outside Abeokuta , when we got to NNPC filling station he decided to refill his car , we drove in and the man came down to stretch his leg while the refilling was going on, I noticed a tall young man in chocolate coloured safari suit approached the petrol attendant and whispered something to his ears and went back to his car parked behind ours , few minutes later the Principal raised an alarm , " ... did I not said #2000 ! you are approaching # 6500 already " the petrol attended smiled a bit and pointed to the jeep car behind us and said " he said I should fill it up ) , at that point the young man came down smiling and prostrated, he introduced himself as the Principal's former student and that the man taught him Chemistry , he went further to inform the Principal that he is a medical doctor and works with WHO and that he actually travelled down to Nigeria on vacation , he dipped his hand inside his inner pocket and gave my oga something which my oga later revealed to me inside the car as foreign currency . Before we left the scene he collected the Principal's phone number and his account number .
The above is just one out of many good stories from retired and serving teachers . Yes various governments either military or civilian over the years might be owing us salaries, leave allowances , delay in promotion letters, making us to work in an in conducive environments , treat us as the underdog of the civil/public service , transfer us at will claiming that our condition of service states that we should work and live around anywhere that we are posted , making civil servants to rule and directs our boards ( a situation that is only peculiar to teaching but can't happen in judiciary , core civil service , local government service, national university commission etc), refusal to give over 30000 teachers in both primary and secondary schools at least substantive Permanent Secretary with all the status and paraphenelia of office attached from among the fold but prefer to have almost 30 PS in the core civil service just for a little bit over 10000 civil servants etc
Dear teacher, I am aware of all these but these pains can't be compared to the joy after . While the core civil service for instance deals directly with files , memos and figures we mold lives, while the lecturer in the higher institutions deals with finished products we deals with fresh lives that are bendable, adjustable and open to correction . No wonder somebody said recently that a teacher's product are his students .Let us strive to do the best on the job, let us counsel, let us be their best friend , be their confidant and make them have absolute trust in taking right decisions for their future . Don't introduce the girls to the family way be her father, don't introduce those boys to hooliganism and cultism be their big uncle, it is absurd to hear that you send them to go and buy food for you without giving them money, what are you teaching them ? We are role models for crying out loud , that hair style, that flashy and distractive dress were not part of the pedagogy we were taught in Principles of Education Sir and ma, if you sincerely worked and toiled to earn your school certificate result why introduce them to examination malpractices ?
Finally , a governor in the south west region was at a function and was speaking glowingly and proudly of one of his old teachers , how he changed his life, and taught him the act of reading etc , unknown to him the second son of his old teacher was seated among the audience , one of the governor's men whispered this to his ears , he stopped in the middle of his address and said 'I understand that the son of my old teacher is here please stand up ' the son stood up , tears of joy filled every eyes in the gathering especially when the son told Mr Governor that his father died two years back , the Governor grabbed the hand of the man and said " my teacher is not here today but you are here, we shall go back to my office to discuss together' . Interesting , isn't it ? Your guess is as good as mine .
Dear Parents, Do Not Prevent Your Children From Going Through The Pain of Discipline
There are things that parents do that make me wonder if they know the implications.
In my teaching career, I've come to realize that children who are well
brought up produce better results.
What I see these days is training the "butty"(aje butter) way which gets me scared of what will happen in the next 10-15 years.
I see eight year olds who don't bother to lay their beds.
I see 10 year olds served by the maid or "caring mum" on the table and they either don't pack the table or they just dump the plates in the kitchen for the maid or "caring mum" to wash.
Drivers carry the bags of
children above 5 years and the children call them "my driver".
Manual clothe washing is
gradually been replaced by washing machines, yet, the maid or "caring mum" will be the one to do the laundry.
Children wake up and go straight to the TV and sleep late watching TV with mum & dad but mum & dad don't allow them read late.
They'll say "go and sleep". I see parents play game for hours on their phones, yet wonder why their children don't read and why their results are poor, despite investment in expensive schools.
I see tweenagers and teenagers who can't cook common white rice because there's maid, nanny, cook, "caring mum" etc.
I see children who are addicted to cheating in exams, assignments, class work and the parents aren't taking conscious steps to correct it. Instead, some will bribe teachers to make their children first, teach them during external exams or take them to "miracle centres" to write their exams.
I see children who talk to their parents and other adults disrespectfully and all the parents say is "children of now a days
are outspoken".
Your children's wardrobe is full of clothes but they don't have a single book.
You buy them lots of toys but you didn't buy them books.
I can go on and on.
See, when next you tell your child not to do house chores, study hard etc., have it at the back of your mind that what you're saying is "don't take responsibility for your life".
I guess parents don't know that chores and morals are almost directly proportional to academic performance.
Haven't you thought of it that when our forefathers went to farm, fetched water etc., before or after school, the world was a better place?
Haven't you thought of it that our local proverbs which have remained relevant were coined by unlettered men and women?
A Hausa proverb says, "Ka so naka, duniya ta 'ki shi..." favour your son and the world will reject him..." (vice-versa)
A Yoruba proverb also says, "eni anwo ki wooran"... "those who
make news don't watch news".
So when you're mentoring your children to be T.V. addicts, you should understand what you're grooming them to be.
There are TWO PAINS in life and everyone must suffer one; PAIN OF DISCIPLINE or PAIN OF REGRET.
When you're preventing your children from going through pain of discipline, just understand that you're automatically preparing them for pain of regret.
Some parents feel that their children's careers are secured because of their financial stand.
Now, let's do this analysis;
1. You get your children jobs.
2. You make them take over your company.
3. You set up a business for them.
1. If you get them jobs and they have the wrong attitude at work like being late, talking rudely to clients etc which made the company lose a big contract, will they keep them there?
2. They take over your company and your company lost within three months an amount that you didn't make in your first five years in business due to their lack of discipline, will you pat them on the head and say I'm proud of you child?
3. They run the business shabbily and there's nothing to show for it within few years.
The earlier we stop these
pampering, the better.
You will give an account to God on them.
Train your child in the way he should go and when he is old, he won't depart from it.
Regards,
A concerned Parent.
Forwarded as received.
Dear Parents, Your children will bring reports home this week...
Dear Parents/Guardians,
The exams are over and school is almost out for the second term of academic year.
Your children will bring reports home this week. I know you are all really anxious for your child to do well.
What's the meaning of "doing well?"
Please do remember, amongst the children who sat for the exams, is an Artist, who doesn't need to understand Maths.
There's an Entrepreneur, who doesn't care about History or English literature.
There's a Musician, whose Chemistry marks won't matter.
There's a Sportsperson, whose physical fitness is more important than Physics.
If your child does get top marks then great. But, if he or she doesn't, please don't take away their self- confidence and dignity from them.
Tell them it's ok, it was just an exam. They are cut out for much bigger things in life.
Tell them, no matter what they score, you love them and will not judge them.
Please do this and if you do, watch your children conquer the world. One exam or a 90% marks won't take away their dreams and talent.
And please do not think that doctors and engineers are the only happy people in the world.
Be happy for them when they come home with those reports this week. Encourage them to do better. Motivate those who were not successful. There's beauty in going back and giving it another shot. Don't judge them. They expect of you, their mother, their father, most of all to understand and to still believe in them.
Failing a grade can never make your children failures. Their destinies lie locked up in far greater things.
It is well with all our Children.
COPIED
The exams are over and school is almost out for the second term of academic year.
Your children will bring reports home this week. I know you are all really anxious for your child to do well.
What's the meaning of "doing well?"
Please do remember, amongst the children who sat for the exams, is an Artist, who doesn't need to understand Maths.
There's an Entrepreneur, who doesn't care about History or English literature.
There's a Musician, whose Chemistry marks won't matter.
There's a Sportsperson, whose physical fitness is more important than Physics.
If your child does get top marks then great. But, if he or she doesn't, please don't take away their self- confidence and dignity from them.
Tell them it's ok, it was just an exam. They are cut out for much bigger things in life.
Tell them, no matter what they score, you love them and will not judge them.
Please do this and if you do, watch your children conquer the world. One exam or a 90% marks won't take away their dreams and talent.
And please do not think that doctors and engineers are the only happy people in the world.
Be happy for them when they come home with those reports this week. Encourage them to do better. Motivate those who were not successful. There's beauty in going back and giving it another shot. Don't judge them. They expect of you, their mother, their father, most of all to understand and to still believe in them.
Failing a grade can never make your children failures. Their destinies lie locked up in far greater things.
It is well with all our Children.
COPIED
ISE LOOGUN ISE
Ise ni ogun `se
Mura si ise ore mi
Ise ni afi ndeni giga
Bi ako ba reni fehinti
Bi ole la a ri
Bi a ko ba reni gbekele
A tera mose eni
Iya re le lowo lowo
Baba re si le leshin le kan
Bi o ba gboju le won
O te tan ni mo so fun o
Ohun ti a ko ba jiya fun
Se kii le tojo
Ohun ti a ba fara sise fun
Ni npe lowo eni
Apa lara
Igunpa ni iye kan
Bi aiye ba nfe o loni
Ti o balowo lowo
Won a ma fe o lola
Jeki o wa ni ipo atata
Aiye a ma ye o si terin-terin
Jeki o deni rago
Ko o ri bi aiye ti nyinmu si o
Eko si tun seni doga
Mura ki o ko dara-dara
Iya nbo fomo ti ko gbon
Ekun mbe fomo ti o nsa kiri
Ma fowuro sere ore mi
Mura si ise ojo nlo.
Mura si ise ore mi
Ise ni afi ndeni giga
Bi ako ba reni fehinti
Bi ole la a ri
Bi a ko ba reni gbekele
A tera mose eni
Iya re le lowo lowo
Baba re si le leshin le kan
Bi o ba gboju le won
O te tan ni mo so fun o
Ohun ti a ko ba jiya fun
Se kii le tojo
Ohun ti a ba fara sise fun
Ni npe lowo eni
Apa lara
Igunpa ni iye kan
Bi aiye ba nfe o loni
Ti o balowo lowo
Won a ma fe o lola
Jeki o wa ni ipo atata
Aiye a ma ye o si terin-terin
Jeki o deni rago
Ko o ri bi aiye ti nyinmu si o
Eko si tun seni doga
Mura ki o ko dara-dara
Iya nbo fomo ti ko gbon
Ekun mbe fomo ti o nsa kiri
Ma fowuro sere ore mi
Mura si ise ojo nlo.
FATHERLY ROLE
You and I know that in this our environment, there has been a vacuum in the roles fathers must play. Very few men had the fatherhood role rightly and healthily filled. Argue it all you can, but it's an obvious fact around here.
It is only those men who are able to unlearn and relearn that are making a difference. That are becoming our own. Our Men. I join us all to celebrate our Men!
Ok, see this...
This guy is fatherless, not fatherless in the position of a father o, but in the role of proper fathering. He, the guy, is expected to be a father, because he grows up daily and must assume the position at some point. A position which has to be intentionally taught and learnt, revelations that must be caught. But the role was empty, somehow... Guy must keep growing, and make efforts to become "something" in life. In the process of walking that journey, he caught the wrong "revelations", because he found himself gravitating towards fellow "fatherless" ones. He must be a hard guy. He misses and yearns for that role to be filled and played, but he must go on, and be hard. He must not express his emotions, he'll look weak, except that of anger, because that's what makes him look "strong". Instead of knowing and working on his weaknesses, he lies to cover his misdeeds because that makes him look hard, he must be "in control", he cannot be vulnerable.
False representation of manhood. Wrong interpretation of the revelation of manhood.
He grows up and is becoming "something in life" and must take the position of a father. He marries a girl who is becoming "something in life" too, for no man wants a liability as wife nowadays o. They are in love truly. They are friends. Sweet "vibes"...
Then, life begins.. Life starts to happen... He is a man and MUST be respected. But he CANNOT listen to his wife because she MUST submit to him. Hmmm... And he doesn't even know how to "feel" her, because that makes a man weak. Trouble looms. Problem begins, but there is "peace". He sees submission, respect, but the Woman is unhappy, being subservient, only appears like she is "submissive" because she wants approval/validation from her family, friends, society as a "good", "strong" woman.
In another scenario, the Woman, who is also becoming "something in life", mentions to the man the effect of his ineptitude, or oversights, they are friends, the way they talk to themselves normally o, but he sees it as confrontation because she didn't "kneel down" to say it, she said it nicely, but she didn't apply "respect", because somewhere in his mind, he's programmed to believe a woman must not have opinion about him, the lord of the household! Wrong interpretation of manhood...
She must be fine with anything he does, and be a good wife at all cost, even when he is wrong, "praying away the hurt snd pain", ignoring the fact that she is human, has emotions, and is becoming "something in life" too - he caught the wrong revelations...
He tries to bully her into silence. He ignores her. He refuses to "eat her food". He must be "hard"!
She keeps talking, for these issues are fundamental, and the times have changed. He lies, he cheats, has betrayed her trust many times, because it's okay for a man to do all that, as he is a Man!
These need to be addressed, because, COMMUNICATION is key. He calls her a nagging wife, to shame her into silence, because that appellation has become the nomenclature of Women who talk too much when they feel ignored and unable to reach their husbands. No woman wants to be called that... And he started beating her, to shut her up, to show his power over her. She speaks out about it, don't forget this other woman is also becoming "something in life" and not a "liability", so cannot be bullied into silence, she talks! So she spoke out about it. He becomes embarrassed instead of being remorseful - because a man cannot feel remorse for treating a woman badly, he must always be in control! The story continues...
All because of the revelation of manhood he caught from a fatherless world! He is a good guy actually. A wonderful soul. He wants to be a happy and fulfilled family man. But he "caught revelations" that are unhealthy, and interpretes it so.
He MUST wake up to that truth and fix himself...
Is this not the story of many marriages? Is this not part of why marriages are breaking?
Please don't misunderstand me, I am not saying the Woman is always perfect and doesn't have her own faults, she does, but you and I know that in this our environment, there has been a lot of error in the raising of boys...
And we are reacting to it with wrong interpretation of feminism...
😎😎
Sola Allyson
It is only those men who are able to unlearn and relearn that are making a difference. That are becoming our own. Our Men. I join us all to celebrate our Men!
Ok, see this...
This guy is fatherless, not fatherless in the position of a father o, but in the role of proper fathering. He, the guy, is expected to be a father, because he grows up daily and must assume the position at some point. A position which has to be intentionally taught and learnt, revelations that must be caught. But the role was empty, somehow... Guy must keep growing, and make efforts to become "something" in life. In the process of walking that journey, he caught the wrong "revelations", because he found himself gravitating towards fellow "fatherless" ones. He must be a hard guy. He misses and yearns for that role to be filled and played, but he must go on, and be hard. He must not express his emotions, he'll look weak, except that of anger, because that's what makes him look "strong". Instead of knowing and working on his weaknesses, he lies to cover his misdeeds because that makes him look hard, he must be "in control", he cannot be vulnerable.
False representation of manhood. Wrong interpretation of the revelation of manhood.
He grows up and is becoming "something in life" and must take the position of a father. He marries a girl who is becoming "something in life" too, for no man wants a liability as wife nowadays o. They are in love truly. They are friends. Sweet "vibes"...
Then, life begins.. Life starts to happen... He is a man and MUST be respected. But he CANNOT listen to his wife because she MUST submit to him. Hmmm... And he doesn't even know how to "feel" her, because that makes a man weak. Trouble looms. Problem begins, but there is "peace". He sees submission, respect, but the Woman is unhappy, being subservient, only appears like she is "submissive" because she wants approval/validation from her family, friends, society as a "good", "strong" woman.
In another scenario, the Woman, who is also becoming "something in life", mentions to the man the effect of his ineptitude, or oversights, they are friends, the way they talk to themselves normally o, but he sees it as confrontation because she didn't "kneel down" to say it, she said it nicely, but she didn't apply "respect", because somewhere in his mind, he's programmed to believe a woman must not have opinion about him, the lord of the household! Wrong interpretation of manhood...
She must be fine with anything he does, and be a good wife at all cost, even when he is wrong, "praying away the hurt snd pain", ignoring the fact that she is human, has emotions, and is becoming "something in life" too - he caught the wrong revelations...
He tries to bully her into silence. He ignores her. He refuses to "eat her food". He must be "hard"!
She keeps talking, for these issues are fundamental, and the times have changed. He lies, he cheats, has betrayed her trust many times, because it's okay for a man to do all that, as he is a Man!
These need to be addressed, because, COMMUNICATION is key. He calls her a nagging wife, to shame her into silence, because that appellation has become the nomenclature of Women who talk too much when they feel ignored and unable to reach their husbands. No woman wants to be called that... And he started beating her, to shut her up, to show his power over her. She speaks out about it, don't forget this other woman is also becoming "something in life" and not a "liability", so cannot be bullied into silence, she talks! So she spoke out about it. He becomes embarrassed instead of being remorseful - because a man cannot feel remorse for treating a woman badly, he must always be in control! The story continues...
All because of the revelation of manhood he caught from a fatherless world! He is a good guy actually. A wonderful soul. He wants to be a happy and fulfilled family man. But he "caught revelations" that are unhealthy, and interpretes it so.
He MUST wake up to that truth and fix himself...
Is this not the story of many marriages? Is this not part of why marriages are breaking?
Please don't misunderstand me, I am not saying the Woman is always perfect and doesn't have her own faults, she does, but you and I know that in this our environment, there has been a lot of error in the raising of boys...
And we are reacting to it with wrong interpretation of feminism...
😎😎
Sola Allyson
Thursday, April 11, 2019
ORIKI: TO BE LEARNT BY TWINS MOTHER
Oriki Ibeji:
Wíníwíní lójú orogún
Ejìwọ̀rọ̀ lojú ìyá ẹ̀,
Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìṣokún,
Ẹdúnjobí,
ọmọ a gbórí igi rétẹréte,
Ọkàn ń bá bí méjì ló wọlé tọ míwá,
Ọ́bẹ́kíṣì bẹ́kéṣé,
Ó bé sílé alákìísa,
Ó salákìísà donígba aṣọ.
Gbajúmọ̀ ọmọ tíí gbàkúnlẹ̀ ìyá,
Tíí gbàdọ̀bálẹ̀ lọ́wọ́ baba tó bí í lọmọ.
Bi Táyélolú ti nló ni iwájú,
Bééni, Kehinde ń tó lẹ́yìn,
Táyélolú ni àbúrò,
Kehinde ni ẹ̀gbọ́n,
Táyélolú ni a rán pé kí o ló tó ayé wò,
B'ayé dára , bi ko dára
O tọ́ ayé wò,
Ayé dun bi oyin
Táyélolú, Kehinde, ni mo ki
Ejìwọ̀rọ̀ lojú ìyá ẹ̀
O dé ilé ọba tẹ̀rín-tẹ̀rín,
Jẹ́ kí nrí jẹ, kí n rí mú.
Orí mí jẹ́ ń bí ìbejì l'ọ́mọ,
èdùmàrè fún gbogbo àwọn tó ń w'ojú rẹ ní ọmọ gbajúmọ̀ bí ìbejì bí oooo...
Àmín àṣẹ
Wíníwíní lójú orogún
Ejìwọ̀rọ̀ lojú ìyá ẹ̀,
Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìṣokún,
Ẹdúnjobí,
ọmọ a gbórí igi rétẹréte,
Ọkàn ń bá bí méjì ló wọlé tọ míwá,
Ọ́bẹ́kíṣì bẹ́kéṣé,
Ó bé sílé alákìísa,
Ó salákìísà donígba aṣọ.
Gbajúmọ̀ ọmọ tíí gbàkúnlẹ̀ ìyá,
Tíí gbàdọ̀bálẹ̀ lọ́wọ́ baba tó bí í lọmọ.
Bi Táyélolú ti nló ni iwájú,
Bééni, Kehinde ń tó lẹ́yìn,
Táyélolú ni àbúrò,
Kehinde ni ẹ̀gbọ́n,
Táyélolú ni a rán pé kí o ló tó ayé wò,
B'ayé dára , bi ko dára
O tọ́ ayé wò,
Ayé dun bi oyin
Táyélolú, Kehinde, ni mo ki
Ejìwọ̀rọ̀ lojú ìyá ẹ̀
O dé ilé ọba tẹ̀rín-tẹ̀rín,
Jẹ́ kí nrí jẹ, kí n rí mú.
Orí mí jẹ́ ń bí ìbejì l'ọ́mọ,
èdùmàrè fún gbogbo àwọn tó ń w'ojú rẹ ní ọmọ gbajúmọ̀ bí ìbejì bí oooo...
Àmín àṣẹ
Enjoy the company of your children
Enjoy the company of your children.... Very touching message.
A beautiful post from one mother to another mother...
● There were days when My home used to be filled with laughter, arguments, fights, jokes and loads of mischief.
● Pens and books all over, and clothes messing the rooms, thrown on the beds.
●I used to shout at them to tidy up their mess.
In the morning :
• One will wake up and say : *_Mama I can't find a certain book._*
• And the other will say : *_I can't find my perfume,_*
• And one will say : *_Mama where's my homework?_*
• And another : *_Mama I forgot to complete my homework._*
● Everyone used to ask about their lost possessions. And I will say, *_but take care of your stuff, be responsible, you have to grow up._*
● And today I stand at the doorway of the room. The beds are empty. All the cupboards have only a few pieces of clothes in them. And what remains is the smell of perfume that lingers in the air.
● Everyone had a special smell. So I take in the smell of their perfume for maybe it will fill the empty ache in my heart.
● All I have now is the memory of their laughs and their mischief and their warm hugs.
● Today my house is clean and organized and everything is in its place, and it is calm and peaceful. But it is like a desert with no life in it. Do not become angry with your kids about the mess.
● Every time they come to visit and they spend time with us, when they are ready to leave. They pull their bags and it is as if they tug my heart along with it.
● They close the door behind them and then I stand still and think of the many times I shouted them to close the doors.
● Here I am today, closing my own doors. Nobody opens it besides me. Each one gone to a different city or a different country. All left to find their own path in life.
● They have grown up and I wished that they could stay with me forever.
● Oh! God..... Take care of them & all other children wherever they may be, for You are their guide and protector and always keep them happy.
● If your children are still in the stage that you need to talk and talk before they could get things done in the house, please, cherish and endure it with joy, don't nag, they will soon leave your home for you, remember they were not there at the beginning of your marriage. Now that they are around, make them happy and feel happy yourself.
Dedicated to all Mothers, Fathers, Grandfathers & Grandmothers. Please read twice.
A beautiful post from one mother to another mother...
● There were days when My home used to be filled with laughter, arguments, fights, jokes and loads of mischief.
● Pens and books all over, and clothes messing the rooms, thrown on the beds.
●I used to shout at them to tidy up their mess.
In the morning :
• One will wake up and say : *_Mama I can't find a certain book._*
• And the other will say : *_I can't find my perfume,_*
• And one will say : *_Mama where's my homework?_*
• And another : *_Mama I forgot to complete my homework._*
● Everyone used to ask about their lost possessions. And I will say, *_but take care of your stuff, be responsible, you have to grow up._*
● And today I stand at the doorway of the room. The beds are empty. All the cupboards have only a few pieces of clothes in them. And what remains is the smell of perfume that lingers in the air.
● Everyone had a special smell. So I take in the smell of their perfume for maybe it will fill the empty ache in my heart.
● All I have now is the memory of their laughs and their mischief and their warm hugs.
● Today my house is clean and organized and everything is in its place, and it is calm and peaceful. But it is like a desert with no life in it. Do not become angry with your kids about the mess.
● Every time they come to visit and they spend time with us, when they are ready to leave. They pull their bags and it is as if they tug my heart along with it.
● They close the door behind them and then I stand still and think of the many times I shouted them to close the doors.
● Here I am today, closing my own doors. Nobody opens it besides me. Each one gone to a different city or a different country. All left to find their own path in life.
● They have grown up and I wished that they could stay with me forever.
● Oh! God..... Take care of them & all other children wherever they may be, for You are their guide and protector and always keep them happy.
● If your children are still in the stage that you need to talk and talk before they could get things done in the house, please, cherish and endure it with joy, don't nag, they will soon leave your home for you, remember they were not there at the beginning of your marriage. Now that they are around, make them happy and feel happy yourself.
Dedicated to all Mothers, Fathers, Grandfathers & Grandmothers. Please read twice.
9 DIFFERENT TYPES OF SEX IN MARRIAGE!!!!!
1. RECONCILIATION SEX:- Sex is a most potent weapon for diluting and difusing misunderstanding in Marriage. If you don't use SEX to settle some stubborn crisis, then you are missing out and not maximising it. In addition when you both settle a misunderstanding, the person at fault could initiate sex as a way to make up to the other who was on the receiving side of the conflict.
2. HEALING SEX:- There are some sicknesses and diseases that are cured by good Sex I mean very good Sex. Healing sex is gentle, it is full of grace and elegance. You don't rush it. Mbanu. You do it softly and it hits the bull's eye. Please Husbands, don't throw your weight on her if it's for healing, let the bed carry your weight 100%.
3. PUNISHMENT SEX:- When I counsel couples, are times I hear spouses say "Since he did that, I decided to punish him by depriving him of sex", or "since she refused me, I decided not to touch her again". That is as senseless as saying "since my child failed a Test, I punished him by withdrew him from school". It's foolishness. The wise thing to do is to give your spouse more sex as punishment rather than depriving him or her. When your husband or wife misbehaves, correct them using sex. That is the best punishment. Not slapping or fighting or public disgrace. Punishment sex is very hot. 😷
4. MEMORABLE SEX:- This is a very special kind of sex that you organise and plan for. Ever couple must be doing this once in a while. Honeymoons should be organised at least once is a quarter (once in 3 months). If you have means, do it once a month. You book a hotel for say 3-7 days and retreat to help build your marriage. A kind of Intimacy Retreat. You mustn't go to hotel if you can't afford it. Just send the kids somewhere and make it memorable. Light Candles around and on the blue or green bulb. Use good perfume and the Angels will bear you witness.
5. QUICK SURPRISED SEX:- This is a sex that married couples should do often to build their love life. One "Quickie" is stronger than 100 Love Charms from India or oshogbo. A Quickie is that very fast sex that a couple does in ODD places or in ODD position. Usually one spouse surprises the other with it. You don't take formal permission quickies. You just start it just like that. MARRIAGES WITHOUT QUICKIES HAVE QUICK PROBLEMS AND BREAK QUICK. Spouses who don't believe in surprise sex are analogue and expired. Quickies can be done in the car. Drive her to a corner and pretend as if the car didn't start. It can take place on kitchen sink or at the balcony or inside swimming pool or in garden.
6. EXERCISE SEX:- This type should happen frequently especially in the mornings. God did it that the male organ wakes up in the morning erect to greet it's Owner - the Wife. So as much as humanly possible, let every wife answer the morning greeting. God's mercies are New Every Morning. Great is His Faithfulness. Mercy and Faithfulness are co-joined twins.
7. ENCOURAGEMENT SEX:- You use this type of Sex to encourage your Spouse to do something or Not to do something. There are times he wants to do something that you think is not the best of decision, just come in the most seductive way and delay him. When he is exhausted after you have drilled him, speak softly and he will say "I didn't know that was what you were saying before, now I understand you".
8. REWARD SEX:- This is the type that you reward your spouse for achieving something unique or for exceeding expectations. Reward Sex is not just one round but extended over a period of time. Reward Sex is an open check to do whatever he or she loves. It's extra ordinary.
9. PROCREATION SEX:- This is sex you do purely for pregnancy. When you need child, the best style is the one that gives the husband maximum penetration. Support your wife with pillow is you aren't a longman. But you must make sure it is as wet as wetness can be. Sperm needs wetness to swim inside the womb. When he releases he must remain inside there for a few minutes. Don't pull fast.
I BELIEVE YOU ARE BLESSED WITH THE MESSAGE?
Signed:
Dr (Mrs) LOPSAM
Naturopath/Acupuncturist
Consultant @ LOPSAM Natural Health Clinic Akure, Ondo State.
08038177268
2. HEALING SEX:- There are some sicknesses and diseases that are cured by good Sex I mean very good Sex. Healing sex is gentle, it is full of grace and elegance. You don't rush it. Mbanu. You do it softly and it hits the bull's eye. Please Husbands, don't throw your weight on her if it's for healing, let the bed carry your weight 100%.
3. PUNISHMENT SEX:- When I counsel couples, are times I hear spouses say "Since he did that, I decided to punish him by depriving him of sex", or "since she refused me, I decided not to touch her again". That is as senseless as saying "since my child failed a Test, I punished him by withdrew him from school". It's foolishness. The wise thing to do is to give your spouse more sex as punishment rather than depriving him or her. When your husband or wife misbehaves, correct them using sex. That is the best punishment. Not slapping or fighting or public disgrace. Punishment sex is very hot. 😷
4. MEMORABLE SEX:- This is a very special kind of sex that you organise and plan for. Ever couple must be doing this once in a while. Honeymoons should be organised at least once is a quarter (once in 3 months). If you have means, do it once a month. You book a hotel for say 3-7 days and retreat to help build your marriage. A kind of Intimacy Retreat. You mustn't go to hotel if you can't afford it. Just send the kids somewhere and make it memorable. Light Candles around and on the blue or green bulb. Use good perfume and the Angels will bear you witness.
5. QUICK SURPRISED SEX:- This is a sex that married couples should do often to build their love life. One "Quickie" is stronger than 100 Love Charms from India or oshogbo. A Quickie is that very fast sex that a couple does in ODD places or in ODD position. Usually one spouse surprises the other with it. You don't take formal permission quickies. You just start it just like that. MARRIAGES WITHOUT QUICKIES HAVE QUICK PROBLEMS AND BREAK QUICK. Spouses who don't believe in surprise sex are analogue and expired. Quickies can be done in the car. Drive her to a corner and pretend as if the car didn't start. It can take place on kitchen sink or at the balcony or inside swimming pool or in garden.
6. EXERCISE SEX:- This type should happen frequently especially in the mornings. God did it that the male organ wakes up in the morning erect to greet it's Owner - the Wife. So as much as humanly possible, let every wife answer the morning greeting. God's mercies are New Every Morning. Great is His Faithfulness. Mercy and Faithfulness are co-joined twins.
7. ENCOURAGEMENT SEX:- You use this type of Sex to encourage your Spouse to do something or Not to do something. There are times he wants to do something that you think is not the best of decision, just come in the most seductive way and delay him. When he is exhausted after you have drilled him, speak softly and he will say "I didn't know that was what you were saying before, now I understand you".
8. REWARD SEX:- This is the type that you reward your spouse for achieving something unique or for exceeding expectations. Reward Sex is not just one round but extended over a period of time. Reward Sex is an open check to do whatever he or she loves. It's extra ordinary.
9. PROCREATION SEX:- This is sex you do purely for pregnancy. When you need child, the best style is the one that gives the husband maximum penetration. Support your wife with pillow is you aren't a longman. But you must make sure it is as wet as wetness can be. Sperm needs wetness to swim inside the womb. When he releases he must remain inside there for a few minutes. Don't pull fast.
I BELIEVE YOU ARE BLESSED WITH THE MESSAGE?
Signed:
Dr (Mrs) LOPSAM
Naturopath/Acupuncturist
Consultant @ LOPSAM Natural Health Clinic Akure, Ondo State.
08038177268
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
(STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’S SHOE) S.I.M.S PART 10
I woke up few hours later on the hospital bed.
The moment I opened my eyes and realized I was in the hospital, I jumped from the bed thinking I was on the bed of the psychiatric hospital I had spent most of my childhood days...The thought of being there again made me cringe. I looked around and noticed the roommates were not on uniforms and neither was I .
" OK ...I was not at the psychiatric hospital"..That was a huge relief... I looked around and saw mum...
" Mum, where am I?" I said
" You...are in the hospital, you fainted.."
Fainted!...What happened?... Suddenly everything came rushing back to my memory... Mummy, Aunt Julie, Pastor Maggie's death...
" What? Mummy what are you doing here? I don't want to see you..." I screamed
One thing about bipolar and psychosis was whenever I got angry, it could trigger a state called hypomania ( A state where I become irritable and I would start overreacting)
Mum always avoided me getting to that state...
" I am sorry, Happiness, all I did was to try to give you true happiness"
" True happiness by praying against someone else?...what am I even saying? Praying? You didn't pray because I know God would never have answered that prayer, you spoke negative words into someone else and the evil forces picked your words and acted on it...” I said
“ I am sorry” Mum said
“ And yet you still expect me to marry her husband?” I asked in total disbelief
“ Hmmm...”
“ You don’t have anything to say again?...You know what Mum, you have to be the one to bear the guilt of your crime.”
My phone rang...It was a number that was not stored on my phone, so I picked up thinking it was one of my clients... It was already 7:30am in the morning, it was only my clients that usually called that early...
“ Hello, good morning...”
“ Good Morning Happy...” It was the masculine voice of Apostle Ray... My body shivered the moment I heard his voice and my heart started pounding seriously out of fear and guilt...I ended the call. That was my way of trying not the say the wrong thing whenever I was on the phone having a conversation. Whenever I ended a call, it gave me time to think through...
The phone rang again...I took a deep breath and picked up...
“ I guess you have a habit of ending calls if you don’t like someone “ He said humorously “Well I am getting used to it and hope you won’t do that often when we get married” he said jokingly
I gave a sarcastic laughter in my mind...
“ Marry you my foot” I said in my mind...
“ I am sorry Apostle sir, I did that out of respect for you sir, please sir... I am sure you know I am engaged to be married, I cannot leave my Fiance” I said very bluntly with a respectful voice... I noticed my mother stood up in disappointment...
“ Is He the will of God?” He asked
I could not answer that question because I had asked myself that question uncountable times but I had no answer for it... I just knew I was marrying Julius Because he was the only serious minded guy I had at time and since age was not being friendly, I choose to settle with him...
“ You don’t have an answer to that?”
“ No...” At times I could be very honest “ But, I am fine with him”
“ Ok...If you say so, guess I will be looking elsewhere”
Finally! “ Yes sir, and I pray you will find the right woman who will fit into pastor Maggie’s shoe” I said
“ Thanks..”
I ended the call without the courtesy of saying “bye”
My phone rang almost immediately...
“ You have done it again” He said laughing. His laughter was making me feel guilty as I was hearing the voice of a nice man who had just been widowed looking for comfort...
“ I am sorry Sir, I thought we were through”
“ I just remembered I had a revelation about you, are you fine? I saw you on a hospital bed...”
What! Is this what marriage with him will be like? He will be able to see everything about me? Then After marriage, he will discover my mother had a hand in the death of his first wife!
Never!
“ I am fine sir!”
“ Ok, Let me pray with you”
He eventually prayed for about Five minutes before I patiently ended the call....
The moment I ended the call, I knew within myself what I needed to do.
I asked to be discharged, I didn’t say a word to my mother, I was communicating with my father who had walked in during my phone call with the Apostle.
We drove home in silence. I took my bath and stepped out. I went straight to the bank, withdrew 90 percent of my savings and went straight to Julius’s house.
*******
“ Have it, From it you can pay my dowry and still have enough to get us a better accommodation...”
Julius was shocked, he looked at the bulk of money I had pushed into his hands...
“ Who borrowed us?” He asked with excitement on his face
“ No one, it’s my money!”
“ Your money?” He asked and I nodded in the affirmative. He stood on the same spot for few seconds very quiet while looking at the money in his hands....
“ I cant use your money to pay your dowry...”
“ See it as if you borrowed it from me, I believe when we get married, you will get a job and you will pay me back” I said
“ This is not right!” Julius said pushing back the money at me
“ Please Julius, do this for us, I cannot marry the Apostle...It’s you I want to spend my life with”
I said crying ...and Julius couldn’t stand my tears... After a brief moment of silence, he said
“ Ok, on one condition”
“ Anything!”
“ This stays between us, I will tell everyone who cares to know, that I got a Loan from a friend...”
“Very fine with me” I said
He wiped my tears as I felt relieved
“ How soon are we getting married?” He asked as he tickled me...
“ Like now...” I said smiling...
“ Let’s have it by weekend, we have postponed this engagement for too long”
The idea sounded ok, since that day was Monday. I had Five days to get every other thing done...
But somewhere in my heart, I felt someone was eavesdropping on our conversation...
Who it was I didn’t know?
Hope what I did was right? Julius had promised to refund my money...
To be continued
The moment I opened my eyes and realized I was in the hospital, I jumped from the bed thinking I was on the bed of the psychiatric hospital I had spent most of my childhood days...The thought of being there again made me cringe. I looked around and noticed the roommates were not on uniforms and neither was I .
" OK ...I was not at the psychiatric hospital"..That was a huge relief... I looked around and saw mum...
" Mum, where am I?" I said
" You...are in the hospital, you fainted.."
Fainted!...What happened?... Suddenly everything came rushing back to my memory... Mummy, Aunt Julie, Pastor Maggie's death...
" What? Mummy what are you doing here? I don't want to see you..." I screamed
One thing about bipolar and psychosis was whenever I got angry, it could trigger a state called hypomania ( A state where I become irritable and I would start overreacting)
Mum always avoided me getting to that state...
" I am sorry, Happiness, all I did was to try to give you true happiness"
" True happiness by praying against someone else?...what am I even saying? Praying? You didn't pray because I know God would never have answered that prayer, you spoke negative words into someone else and the evil forces picked your words and acted on it...” I said
“ I am sorry” Mum said
“ And yet you still expect me to marry her husband?” I asked in total disbelief
“ Hmmm...”
“ You don’t have anything to say again?...You know what Mum, you have to be the one to bear the guilt of your crime.”
My phone rang...It was a number that was not stored on my phone, so I picked up thinking it was one of my clients... It was already 7:30am in the morning, it was only my clients that usually called that early...
“ Hello, good morning...”
“ Good Morning Happy...” It was the masculine voice of Apostle Ray... My body shivered the moment I heard his voice and my heart started pounding seriously out of fear and guilt...I ended the call. That was my way of trying not the say the wrong thing whenever I was on the phone having a conversation. Whenever I ended a call, it gave me time to think through...
The phone rang again...I took a deep breath and picked up...
“ I guess you have a habit of ending calls if you don’t like someone “ He said humorously “Well I am getting used to it and hope you won’t do that often when we get married” he said jokingly
I gave a sarcastic laughter in my mind...
“ Marry you my foot” I said in my mind...
“ I am sorry Apostle sir, I did that out of respect for you sir, please sir... I am sure you know I am engaged to be married, I cannot leave my Fiance” I said very bluntly with a respectful voice... I noticed my mother stood up in disappointment...
“ Is He the will of God?” He asked
I could not answer that question because I had asked myself that question uncountable times but I had no answer for it... I just knew I was marrying Julius Because he was the only serious minded guy I had at time and since age was not being friendly, I choose to settle with him...
“ You don’t have an answer to that?”
“ No...” At times I could be very honest “ But, I am fine with him”
“ Ok...If you say so, guess I will be looking elsewhere”
Finally! “ Yes sir, and I pray you will find the right woman who will fit into pastor Maggie’s shoe” I said
“ Thanks..”
I ended the call without the courtesy of saying “bye”
My phone rang almost immediately...
“ You have done it again” He said laughing. His laughter was making me feel guilty as I was hearing the voice of a nice man who had just been widowed looking for comfort...
“ I am sorry Sir, I thought we were through”
“ I just remembered I had a revelation about you, are you fine? I saw you on a hospital bed...”
What! Is this what marriage with him will be like? He will be able to see everything about me? Then After marriage, he will discover my mother had a hand in the death of his first wife!
Never!
“ I am fine sir!”
“ Ok, Let me pray with you”
He eventually prayed for about Five minutes before I patiently ended the call....
The moment I ended the call, I knew within myself what I needed to do.
I asked to be discharged, I didn’t say a word to my mother, I was communicating with my father who had walked in during my phone call with the Apostle.
We drove home in silence. I took my bath and stepped out. I went straight to the bank, withdrew 90 percent of my savings and went straight to Julius’s house.
*******
“ Have it, From it you can pay my dowry and still have enough to get us a better accommodation...”
Julius was shocked, he looked at the bulk of money I had pushed into his hands...
“ Who borrowed us?” He asked with excitement on his face
“ No one, it’s my money!”
“ Your money?” He asked and I nodded in the affirmative. He stood on the same spot for few seconds very quiet while looking at the money in his hands....
“ I cant use your money to pay your dowry...”
“ See it as if you borrowed it from me, I believe when we get married, you will get a job and you will pay me back” I said
“ This is not right!” Julius said pushing back the money at me
“ Please Julius, do this for us, I cannot marry the Apostle...It’s you I want to spend my life with”
I said crying ...and Julius couldn’t stand my tears... After a brief moment of silence, he said
“ Ok, on one condition”
“ Anything!”
“ This stays between us, I will tell everyone who cares to know, that I got a Loan from a friend...”
“Very fine with me” I said
He wiped my tears as I felt relieved
“ How soon are we getting married?” He asked as he tickled me...
“ Like now...” I said smiling...
“ Let’s have it by weekend, we have postponed this engagement for too long”
The idea sounded ok, since that day was Monday. I had Five days to get every other thing done...
But somewhere in my heart, I felt someone was eavesdropping on our conversation...
Who it was I didn’t know?
Hope what I did was right? Julius had promised to refund my money...
To be continued
(STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’S SHOE) S.I.M.S PART 9
“ To..To...What?” I was moving so close to her with the knife in my hand...
“ Happiness, listen.... my intention was not for her to die...We just wanted her out of his life...!” Mum said
“ Die?, We?... What are you talking about?” By this time my voice was so loud and I was weeping uncontrollably to the point I was beginning to have hiccups...
“ You see, it was Julie’s fault, she encouraged me ..” Mum said
“ Julie? Aunty Julie?” That was Mum mentioning my favorite aunt’s name, Mum nodded in the affirmative
“ The day you came back from church and you were lamenting about your Pastor Maggie’s Dress sense, you remember Julie was here?” She asked
“ Yes, I met you both here, so what happened?”
“ After you went in, she said....
*****MONTHS EARLIER
“ That woman’s dressing is really pathetic you know, and Happy is right, if she were to be in that woman’s shoe, I trust my niece, she would be making a statement with her dressing!” Aunt Julie had said
“You are right, but if wishes were horses, I would be the richest” Mum had said
“ Wishes?, Do you also like the idea?” Aunt Julie had asked
“ Of course, anytime I go with her to her church and I see that young man ministering, I would always wish my daughter was his wife, that way I would have been the happiest... You know Happy needs a man who will be Spiritual and be able to stand by her because of her bipolar and psychosis. She needs a man who is wealthy who can buy her pills, but the unfortunate Julius she is carrying about doesn’t even possess any of the qualities I just mentioned, so Yes, I have also wished for it, but it is only a mere wish” Mum had said and she said she had intended to close the matter by going to check the food she was cooking, but Aunt Julie had pulled her back...
“ Mimi, Mimi, what kind of a mother are you?” Aunt Julie had asked
“ I am a good mother who wants the best for her only child”
“ So why don’t you clear the obstacle and create space for your child”
“ Clear which obstacle....?”
“ The Pastor’s wife”
“ What? Clear ? as in kill her?...Julie!”
“ No who is talking about murder here, we need her to walk out of the marriage herself”
“ How?”
“ There are several ways, but the one that comes to mind now is using the Queen Vashti method...”
“ Queen Vashti Method?, What’s That?”
“We don’t kill her, but we project the Spirit of Error and Mistake in to her, that will make her do the wrong thing. Which she will do openly and the world will see it. That way when the Apostle divorces her or sends her packing and marries your daughter, no one will blame him or your daughter...”
“Julie!”
“ Mimi, it is Biblical ooo, Vashti committed an Error and she was replaced...”
“ Julie... You and the way you twist the Bible to suit your situation”
********PRESENT DAY
“ So, I took to her advise since it didn’t have anything to do with bloodshed...She told me to get one of Pastor Maggie’s picture and begin to speak the spirit of Error and mistake into her... So I was doing that every morning for two months on one of the church fliers that had her picture... It was a shock to me when I suddenly heard she committed suicide... I am sorry Happiness, I didn’t know she will commit the error of killing her self, we thought it was the affair she started having with that man that will lead to Apostle divorcing her....I did this for you” Mum said as she started crying in regret
My legs gave way as I fell to the ground, my hands lost its ability to hold , as the knife fell from my hand...
My mother killed Pastor Maggie!
I felt the room was turning and the last thing I remembered was crying as I remembered Pastor Maggie’s face...
And I passed out....
To be continued
“ Happiness, listen.... my intention was not for her to die...We just wanted her out of his life...!” Mum said
“ Die?, We?... What are you talking about?” By this time my voice was so loud and I was weeping uncontrollably to the point I was beginning to have hiccups...
“ You see, it was Julie’s fault, she encouraged me ..” Mum said
“ Julie? Aunty Julie?” That was Mum mentioning my favorite aunt’s name, Mum nodded in the affirmative
“ The day you came back from church and you were lamenting about your Pastor Maggie’s Dress sense, you remember Julie was here?” She asked
“ Yes, I met you both here, so what happened?”
“ After you went in, she said....
*****MONTHS EARLIER
“ That woman’s dressing is really pathetic you know, and Happy is right, if she were to be in that woman’s shoe, I trust my niece, she would be making a statement with her dressing!” Aunt Julie had said
“You are right, but if wishes were horses, I would be the richest” Mum had said
“ Wishes?, Do you also like the idea?” Aunt Julie had asked
“ Of course, anytime I go with her to her church and I see that young man ministering, I would always wish my daughter was his wife, that way I would have been the happiest... You know Happy needs a man who will be Spiritual and be able to stand by her because of her bipolar and psychosis. She needs a man who is wealthy who can buy her pills, but the unfortunate Julius she is carrying about doesn’t even possess any of the qualities I just mentioned, so Yes, I have also wished for it, but it is only a mere wish” Mum had said and she said she had intended to close the matter by going to check the food she was cooking, but Aunt Julie had pulled her back...
“ Mimi, Mimi, what kind of a mother are you?” Aunt Julie had asked
“ I am a good mother who wants the best for her only child”
“ So why don’t you clear the obstacle and create space for your child”
“ Clear which obstacle....?”
“ The Pastor’s wife”
“ What? Clear ? as in kill her?...Julie!”
“ No who is talking about murder here, we need her to walk out of the marriage herself”
“ How?”
“ There are several ways, but the one that comes to mind now is using the Queen Vashti method...”
“ Queen Vashti Method?, What’s That?”
“We don’t kill her, but we project the Spirit of Error and Mistake in to her, that will make her do the wrong thing. Which she will do openly and the world will see it. That way when the Apostle divorces her or sends her packing and marries your daughter, no one will blame him or your daughter...”
“Julie!”
“ Mimi, it is Biblical ooo, Vashti committed an Error and she was replaced...”
“ Julie... You and the way you twist the Bible to suit your situation”
********PRESENT DAY
“ So, I took to her advise since it didn’t have anything to do with bloodshed...She told me to get one of Pastor Maggie’s picture and begin to speak the spirit of Error and mistake into her... So I was doing that every morning for two months on one of the church fliers that had her picture... It was a shock to me when I suddenly heard she committed suicide... I am sorry Happiness, I didn’t know she will commit the error of killing her self, we thought it was the affair she started having with that man that will lead to Apostle divorcing her....I did this for you” Mum said as she started crying in regret
My legs gave way as I fell to the ground, my hands lost its ability to hold , as the knife fell from my hand...
My mother killed Pastor Maggie!
I felt the room was turning and the last thing I remembered was crying as I remembered Pastor Maggie’s face...
And I passed out....
To be continued
(STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’S SHOE) S.I.M.S PART 8
“ So, You eventually decided to come home?” My mother said when she opened the gate of the house for me.
I didn’t have the strength to reply, I had walked for close to two hours with two voices fighting in my head. I eventually had to take a cab an hour earlier to bring me home...
I crashed on my bed , but my mother was at my doorway... My father joined as they both stared at me...
“ What?” I asked
It always felt bad been an only child, as my parents were always in my business...
“ What’s your decision?” My father asked...
“ You know I would never force you to do what you don’t want to do” he said
Knowing my father, I could read the undertone of his words ... He was trying to tell me to be patient with Julius...
My mother also got the hidden message...
“ Let her speak,don’t lure her into saying what you want her to say...” My mother barked at my father...
“ So?” She asked and I knew my mother would not let me be if I did not answer her...
“ I am getting married to.....”
“ To who?” My mother asked angrily...
“ To, To...To Ju...Julius” I replied
“ Ju.. what? Are you sick? Or sickness has gotten a hold on you?... the same Julius that has shifted your engagement date twice, the same Julius that has never deemed it fit to buy us a pin, talk less of a bottle of wine..., What is wrong with this child? You want to end up like me?” She said those words, eyed my father and left the doorway...
I knew what my mother meant by saying “Do I want to end up like her?”.
My father was just like Julius, he wasn’t ambitious. My mother was the Jack of all trade, working hard to take care of the family. My father was a civil servant, but after he lost his job 10 years ago.. he refused to rise up...He was satisfied with whatever my mother was able to bring home....
I stood up and followed my mother to the Living room...
“ Mummy, I don’t want to die, something keeps telling me, if I marry the Apostle I will die” I said trying to make my mother see reason with me...
“ You can’t die as long I am your mother”
“ Mummy, don’t despise Julius, Honestly Julius is a good man, do you know that he is the only graduate his family has produced, and he is trying to see to it that his younger ones also go to school. His background is very poor...one of the reasons he is yet to make our marriage happen is because of his younger sisters, he wants to see his youngest sister through university...” I said trying to justify his actions
“ So how does it affect him paying your dowry?” My mother asked with irritation in her voice
“ He said he doesn’t want them to hate me as being the one who will not allow him take care of them, so he is trying to settle them before our marriage or even if our marriage will happen now, he won’t want to tamper with the money he has set aside for their education to pay my Dowry “ I said
“ Why are you talking like a fool? Happy... all you just said doesn’t make sense and I don’t want to hear it, and the one about you being afraid of death if you get Married to Apostle, throw that thought to the trash, I am solidly behind you like a rock... Do you know what I have done ?”
“ What have you done?” ... that last comment from my mother was questionable...My mother was not someone who threw words around carelessly.. She must have done something....
“ Mummy, What have you done?”
My voice had increased...
My heart was panting, I was not sure if I was ready to listen to what my mother was going to say, but I wanted to hear it....
“ Nothing oooo” She said and once again knowing who my mother was, her “ Nothing oooo, meant Something”
“Mummy, there is something, tell me now or else I will kill myself” I was shedding tears as there was this strong knowing in me, my mother must have done something to make me the sudden interest of the Apostle... I ran towards the kitchen and I took a knife....
“ Happiness, don’t please” My father who saw my seriousness said, trying to take the knife from me.... “ Mimi, answer her, what did you do?, you know she can do what she is saying” My father shouted at my mother...
My mother knew I was serious and based on my history of me having bipolar and a little bit of psychosis ( Yes!, I had a little psychiatric background), my mother knew I was serious...,
“I am sorry, I was just trying to find you a good home as my only child, the day you came home lamenting that your pastor’s wife was badly dressed and you wished you were in her shoes....I decided to to....”
“ To what....?”
“ To ...To...”
To be continued
I didn’t have the strength to reply, I had walked for close to two hours with two voices fighting in my head. I eventually had to take a cab an hour earlier to bring me home...
I crashed on my bed , but my mother was at my doorway... My father joined as they both stared at me...
“ What?” I asked
It always felt bad been an only child, as my parents were always in my business...
“ What’s your decision?” My father asked...
“ You know I would never force you to do what you don’t want to do” he said
Knowing my father, I could read the undertone of his words ... He was trying to tell me to be patient with Julius...
My mother also got the hidden message...
“ Let her speak,don’t lure her into saying what you want her to say...” My mother barked at my father...
“ So?” She asked and I knew my mother would not let me be if I did not answer her...
“ I am getting married to.....”
“ To who?” My mother asked angrily...
“ To, To...To Ju...Julius” I replied
“ Ju.. what? Are you sick? Or sickness has gotten a hold on you?... the same Julius that has shifted your engagement date twice, the same Julius that has never deemed it fit to buy us a pin, talk less of a bottle of wine..., What is wrong with this child? You want to end up like me?” She said those words, eyed my father and left the doorway...
I knew what my mother meant by saying “Do I want to end up like her?”.
My father was just like Julius, he wasn’t ambitious. My mother was the Jack of all trade, working hard to take care of the family. My father was a civil servant, but after he lost his job 10 years ago.. he refused to rise up...He was satisfied with whatever my mother was able to bring home....
I stood up and followed my mother to the Living room...
“ Mummy, I don’t want to die, something keeps telling me, if I marry the Apostle I will die” I said trying to make my mother see reason with me...
“ You can’t die as long I am your mother”
“ Mummy, don’t despise Julius, Honestly Julius is a good man, do you know that he is the only graduate his family has produced, and he is trying to see to it that his younger ones also go to school. His background is very poor...one of the reasons he is yet to make our marriage happen is because of his younger sisters, he wants to see his youngest sister through university...” I said trying to justify his actions
“ So how does it affect him paying your dowry?” My mother asked with irritation in her voice
“ He said he doesn’t want them to hate me as being the one who will not allow him take care of them, so he is trying to settle them before our marriage or even if our marriage will happen now, he won’t want to tamper with the money he has set aside for their education to pay my Dowry “ I said
“ Why are you talking like a fool? Happy... all you just said doesn’t make sense and I don’t want to hear it, and the one about you being afraid of death if you get Married to Apostle, throw that thought to the trash, I am solidly behind you like a rock... Do you know what I have done ?”
“ What have you done?” ... that last comment from my mother was questionable...My mother was not someone who threw words around carelessly.. She must have done something....
“ Mummy, What have you done?”
My voice had increased...
My heart was panting, I was not sure if I was ready to listen to what my mother was going to say, but I wanted to hear it....
“ Nothing oooo” She said and once again knowing who my mother was, her “ Nothing oooo, meant Something”
“Mummy, there is something, tell me now or else I will kill myself” I was shedding tears as there was this strong knowing in me, my mother must have done something to make me the sudden interest of the Apostle... I ran towards the kitchen and I took a knife....
“ Happiness, don’t please” My father who saw my seriousness said, trying to take the knife from me.... “ Mimi, answer her, what did you do?, you know she can do what she is saying” My father shouted at my mother...
My mother knew I was serious and based on my history of me having bipolar and a little bit of psychosis ( Yes!, I had a little psychiatric background), my mother knew I was serious...,
“I am sorry, I was just trying to find you a good home as my only child, the day you came home lamenting that your pastor’s wife was badly dressed and you wished you were in her shoes....I decided to to....”
“ To what....?”
“ To ...To...”
To be continued
STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’S SHOE) S.I.M.S PART 7
“ Madam, we have been driving around for the past two hours, where exactly is your destination? Are you on the run?” the taxi driver asked through the inner mirror
“ Yes...I am running away ooo” I said trying to make a joke out of my serious situation
“ Then I am sorry ma’am you may have to alight from my cab.” He said with a very serious tone
“ Haha! That is so insensitive of you, at least you could have asked me why I am on the run..” I said very irritated at his sharp response
“ I am sorry, it’s not in my nature to meddle in the affairs of my passengers, Moreover, I don’t know exactly why you ran out of the church before jumping in to my cab, Who knows Maybe you committed a crime and by driving you around aimlessly, I could be abating a crime...”
“ For a taxi driver, you are quite knowledgeable”
“No food for a lazy intelligent man, I don’t have a choice, I need to take care of my family and very soon I plan on getting married, so I need to work for money....and that been said ma’am your bill is N5000” he said sharply
“ 5 What?” I asked but I checked my wristwatch and I realized we had been driving for close to 2 hours 30 mins, as I kept telling him to go from one location to another.
“ You know what? Never mind, just stop the car” I counted his money and gave to him.
After alighting from the cab, I stood on the main road not knowing what to do...I removed my heels and started walking... My home was about 3 hours journey from where I was, so I didn’t know where exactly I was going...
“Julius, you caused all these, if you had gathered money for my bride price , all these talk about marrying Apostle won’t come up” I muttered to myself...
“ Do. I love Julius?” I asked myself
“ Well, I like him enough to want to spend the rest of my life with him” I replied
“Julius has a good heart, he is only unambitious and partially Lazy” I told myself...
I kept on analyzing Julius as a potential good husband as against Apostle. I knew Julius didn’t have the inner push to get what he wanted, he believed too much in miracles.
But
Apostle was a life of paradise, being the wife of the General Overseer was tempting but sudden fear gripped my heart as I imagined been the center of focus. No, that didn’t sit well with me, Apostle was a no no.....
I brought out my phone and saw 72 missed calls. My mother, Julius and two other strange numbers had been calling...I decided to return Julius’s call
“ Hello, Happy....Happy where are you?” I heard concern in Julius’ voice...
“ I am fine, I am around Badagry”
“ Bada - what?, what on earth are you doing there?” He voice sounded like an alarm in my ears
“ I wanted to escape the evil conspiracy “ I said
“ What conspiracy?, Is it about you marrying the Apostle?” He asked sounding very calm about it
“ You know about it?” I asked very dumbfounded
“ Yes, I just came out of the marriage committee office. After I saw you running out of the church and I chased after you fruitlessly, I went to them to find out what happened?”
“ And So?” I asked
“ They explained everything to me and made me see reason why you have to marry the Apostle” he said and he kept quiet
“ And..?”
“ And .... I agreed to let you go since like they said I have nothing to offer you, I am jobless, I don’t have money to pay your dowry and your clock as a lady is ticking fast” he said sounding like a defeated baby
“ Julius”
“ Yes”
“ I don’t understand what you just said, can you try saying it in a way I will understand?” I asked as I found myself sitting on the floor in front of a closed shop...
“ Happy, I know it doesn’t sound good to the ear, but I guess this is destiny, I have always known you were meant for something greater, You deserve to be the wife of a general overseer than a poor church member like me” he said and hot tears dropped my cheeks
“ Stop it, Julius , Stop it, “ I was screaming and crying... “ Why Don’t you have the nerve to always fight for what you want?, why do you give up easily? I am not getting married to Apostle. Listen to me, I am getting married to you so get that into your thick skull” I said and hung up....
“What kind of a man is Julius?” I said to myself.
A strange number was calling...
“ Hello, Happiness” the familiar voice said...
“ Hello, please who is this?”
“ Raymond”
“ Raymond? Sorry I don’t know any Ray....” then it suddenly clicked
“ Pastor Ray... I mean Apostle...?”
“ Yes!”
I didn’t want to hear anything , I immediately ended the call and dropped my phone on the concrete floor beside me as the phone appeared to be hotter than fire in my hands...
The phone rang again, and the level of respect I had for Apostle made me pick up...
“ I am sorry sir, I guess the network sir...” I had to lie
“ Ok, I know that was a lie” he said laughing and his laughter warmed my heart but I had to concentrate on what he was saying....
”Please just give me two minutes of your time!”
“ Ok Sir!”
“ Sis Happiness , I have always loved your personality and dedication to God therefore When your name dropped in my heart, I was really grateful to God. Your running away further shows you are not like any of the other girls who are power and wealth driven...I would love you to consider my proposal and really bring back happiness into my life just like God said” I heard him say
I didn’t have any reply to give him...
“ Are you there?”
“ No...” I said and I hung up... I wasn’t there...
I knew what I was going to do...
I was going to borrow Julius Money to pay my dowry....
Or what do you think?
To be continued
“ Yes...I am running away ooo” I said trying to make a joke out of my serious situation
“ Then I am sorry ma’am you may have to alight from my cab.” He said with a very serious tone
“ Haha! That is so insensitive of you, at least you could have asked me why I am on the run..” I said very irritated at his sharp response
“ I am sorry, it’s not in my nature to meddle in the affairs of my passengers, Moreover, I don’t know exactly why you ran out of the church before jumping in to my cab, Who knows Maybe you committed a crime and by driving you around aimlessly, I could be abating a crime...”
“ For a taxi driver, you are quite knowledgeable”
“No food for a lazy intelligent man, I don’t have a choice, I need to take care of my family and very soon I plan on getting married, so I need to work for money....and that been said ma’am your bill is N5000” he said sharply
“ 5 What?” I asked but I checked my wristwatch and I realized we had been driving for close to 2 hours 30 mins, as I kept telling him to go from one location to another.
“ You know what? Never mind, just stop the car” I counted his money and gave to him.
After alighting from the cab, I stood on the main road not knowing what to do...I removed my heels and started walking... My home was about 3 hours journey from where I was, so I didn’t know where exactly I was going...
“Julius, you caused all these, if you had gathered money for my bride price , all these talk about marrying Apostle won’t come up” I muttered to myself...
“ Do. I love Julius?” I asked myself
“ Well, I like him enough to want to spend the rest of my life with him” I replied
“Julius has a good heart, he is only unambitious and partially Lazy” I told myself...
I kept on analyzing Julius as a potential good husband as against Apostle. I knew Julius didn’t have the inner push to get what he wanted, he believed too much in miracles.
But
Apostle was a life of paradise, being the wife of the General Overseer was tempting but sudden fear gripped my heart as I imagined been the center of focus. No, that didn’t sit well with me, Apostle was a no no.....
I brought out my phone and saw 72 missed calls. My mother, Julius and two other strange numbers had been calling...I decided to return Julius’s call
“ Hello, Happy....Happy where are you?” I heard concern in Julius’ voice...
“ I am fine, I am around Badagry”
“ Bada - what?, what on earth are you doing there?” He voice sounded like an alarm in my ears
“ I wanted to escape the evil conspiracy “ I said
“ What conspiracy?, Is it about you marrying the Apostle?” He asked sounding very calm about it
“ You know about it?” I asked very dumbfounded
“ Yes, I just came out of the marriage committee office. After I saw you running out of the church and I chased after you fruitlessly, I went to them to find out what happened?”
“ And So?” I asked
“ They explained everything to me and made me see reason why you have to marry the Apostle” he said and he kept quiet
“ And..?”
“ And .... I agreed to let you go since like they said I have nothing to offer you, I am jobless, I don’t have money to pay your dowry and your clock as a lady is ticking fast” he said sounding like a defeated baby
“ Julius”
“ Yes”
“ I don’t understand what you just said, can you try saying it in a way I will understand?” I asked as I found myself sitting on the floor in front of a closed shop...
“ Happy, I know it doesn’t sound good to the ear, but I guess this is destiny, I have always known you were meant for something greater, You deserve to be the wife of a general overseer than a poor church member like me” he said and hot tears dropped my cheeks
“ Stop it, Julius , Stop it, “ I was screaming and crying... “ Why Don’t you have the nerve to always fight for what you want?, why do you give up easily? I am not getting married to Apostle. Listen to me, I am getting married to you so get that into your thick skull” I said and hung up....
“What kind of a man is Julius?” I said to myself.
A strange number was calling...
“ Hello, Happiness” the familiar voice said...
“ Hello, please who is this?”
“ Raymond”
“ Raymond? Sorry I don’t know any Ray....” then it suddenly clicked
“ Pastor Ray... I mean Apostle...?”
“ Yes!”
I didn’t want to hear anything , I immediately ended the call and dropped my phone on the concrete floor beside me as the phone appeared to be hotter than fire in my hands...
The phone rang again, and the level of respect I had for Apostle made me pick up...
“ I am sorry sir, I guess the network sir...” I had to lie
“ Ok, I know that was a lie” he said laughing and his laughter warmed my heart but I had to concentrate on what he was saying....
”Please just give me two minutes of your time!”
“ Ok Sir!”
“ Sis Happiness , I have always loved your personality and dedication to God therefore When your name dropped in my heart, I was really grateful to God. Your running away further shows you are not like any of the other girls who are power and wealth driven...I would love you to consider my proposal and really bring back happiness into my life just like God said” I heard him say
I didn’t have any reply to give him...
“ Are you there?”
“ No...” I said and I hung up... I wasn’t there...
I knew what I was going to do...
I was going to borrow Julius Money to pay my dowry....
Or what do you think?
To be continued
(STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’S SHOE) S.I.M.S PART 6
“ Happy, if anyone doesn’t believe me, you should, There is no big thing I do, that I don’t tell you” Nneka said over the phone
“ I know, I believe you , I know you couldn’t have done it, but those words you spoke that day at the back of the toilet were too powerful and implicating. You said you have bulldozers who work for you. If Darasimi or Christabel mentions that to the police , it could be concluded that you hired someone to pour the acid on Christabel on your behalf” I said but I noticed Nneka was panting hard like she was running fast...
“ Happy, That was just an empty threat, I was just bluffing...” Nneka said still panting hard
“ Nneka, where are you and why are you panting?” I asked
“ I am being smart, I am running away, before the police gets to my place, Joke called to inform me..” Nneka said
“Run? No ... Nneka that makes you look guilty... You don’t run in times like this, you quickly contact a lawyer and tell him your own part of the story” I said in apprehension
“ Really?” She asked as she sounded obviously confused
“ Yes, right now do two things , First go back to your house now, Don’t let the police get there before you and secondly call a lawyer, preferably call the church Lawyer and explain all you know about the case...Make sure you are 100% truthful” I said
“ Ok, I will do that! Are you sure I won’t be imprisoned? Oh my goodness, to think I was just joking over this Apostle’s matter” Nneka said
“ Joking? Babe you did not sound like you were joking and for the past one month with your change of dressing and perfume, you have not been acting like you were joking... Don’t try to tell that lie, just remember to tell the lawyer, the WHOLE TRUTH” I said before hanging up...
I followed her up, made sure she called the lawyer.
The case ended up been messy as it made the headlines and Christabel’s family members were not ready to let Nneka go unpunished.
Nneka was detained in the police station for a week under serious torture to confess to the crime but she kept saying she was innocent. When there was no concrete evidence against her, she was eventually released.
After she was released, Nneka told me she was leaving the Church as she could no longer worship there again. She relocated to Enugu.
Christabel’s family also flew her abroad to have her face worked on.
In the midst of this, I realized I was happy within my heart and a part of me kept saying “2 down , more to go”. I would always silent that voice whenever the thought crept up in my heart and head.
Then the unexpected happened; One Fateful Sunday, I was invited by the marriage committee for a meeting. I suspected what it was, I suspected it had something to do with Julius changing our Engagement dates. I walked towards the marriage committee office shamefully, but surprisingly I met the usual frowning faces SMILING at me.
That was NOT normal, but I suddenly remembered that was exactly how my mother was smiling sheepishly at me that morning on our way to church...
“ Mummy, What’s with this smile and this look you have been blessing me with since you woke up this morning?”
“ Nothing ooo” Mum had said
“ Now, I know there is something, because whenever you add “ooooo” to your “Nothing” it shows there is actually something...Mum spit it out. You are hiding something “
“ Well, I am just amazed at the wonders of God...All I can say is God is good... I won’t say anything more” She had increased the music in her car to tell me the conversation was over.
Dad and Mum were not members of Apostles’ church, but Mum followed me once in a while when we had special programs. Surprisingly that day was not a special Sunday, so I was a bit surprised when she told me she was going to church with me.
Therefore, seeing the exact smile I saw on Mum that morning on the faces of the marriage committee members, my instincts told me something was up...
After exchanging all the pleasantries, they went straight to the point...
“ Blessed are you amongst women, Sis Happy” said one of the women and immediately my eyes widened, my heart started racing at 150km...
“Like you know, ever since the ugly situation between Sis Nneka and Sis Christabel, the entire church has been praying seriously for the Apostle, for God to give him a woman that will take the place of Pastor Maggie in his life to avoid more casualties among the single ladies in and out of the church.”
“Ok now, how this one tey concern me?” ( How does that concern me?) I instantly started thinking in pidgin, my knowledge of English went on sabbatical leave as I stood looking like a zombie listening to a foreign language that had no meaning to me
“During our prayers, Your name came up and the Apostle also confirmed to us by mentioning your name as the name the Lord had given Him” said the only man in the committee
“ He said the Lord told him, He is sending HAPPINESS into his life and we believe that is YOU, Sis Happy, knowing how unserious your fiancé has been, we want to let you know that God has chosen you to step into Pastor Maggie’s shoe...” An elderly woman concluded...
I stood like a robot that had been glued to a spot and then suddenly I ran out of the office and I just kept running and running. I knew I heard people calling my name and chasing me... I knew I heard my mother’s voice, but I couldn’t stop my legs from running.... I stopped a taxi and jumped in...
“ Where madam?”
“ Anywhere, far from here....just get me out of here”. I screamed at the Taxi driver
This had to be a dream, God forbid!...
I would never enter Pastor Maggie’s Shoe.. It wasn’t going to be my size, it wouldn’t fit me one bit....Julius was my perfect size....I refuse to enter her shoes and get killed with all the acid pouring and silent rivalry in the church...
“ God, Please if this a joke, abeg ooo, I am not smiling....I reject this shoe in Jesus Name”...
To be continued
“ I know, I believe you , I know you couldn’t have done it, but those words you spoke that day at the back of the toilet were too powerful and implicating. You said you have bulldozers who work for you. If Darasimi or Christabel mentions that to the police , it could be concluded that you hired someone to pour the acid on Christabel on your behalf” I said but I noticed Nneka was panting hard like she was running fast...
“ Happy, That was just an empty threat, I was just bluffing...” Nneka said still panting hard
“ Nneka, where are you and why are you panting?” I asked
“ I am being smart, I am running away, before the police gets to my place, Joke called to inform me..” Nneka said
“Run? No ... Nneka that makes you look guilty... You don’t run in times like this, you quickly contact a lawyer and tell him your own part of the story” I said in apprehension
“ Really?” She asked as she sounded obviously confused
“ Yes, right now do two things , First go back to your house now, Don’t let the police get there before you and secondly call a lawyer, preferably call the church Lawyer and explain all you know about the case...Make sure you are 100% truthful” I said
“ Ok, I will do that! Are you sure I won’t be imprisoned? Oh my goodness, to think I was just joking over this Apostle’s matter” Nneka said
“ Joking? Babe you did not sound like you were joking and for the past one month with your change of dressing and perfume, you have not been acting like you were joking... Don’t try to tell that lie, just remember to tell the lawyer, the WHOLE TRUTH” I said before hanging up...
I followed her up, made sure she called the lawyer.
The case ended up been messy as it made the headlines and Christabel’s family members were not ready to let Nneka go unpunished.
Nneka was detained in the police station for a week under serious torture to confess to the crime but she kept saying she was innocent. When there was no concrete evidence against her, she was eventually released.
After she was released, Nneka told me she was leaving the Church as she could no longer worship there again. She relocated to Enugu.
Christabel’s family also flew her abroad to have her face worked on.
In the midst of this, I realized I was happy within my heart and a part of me kept saying “2 down , more to go”. I would always silent that voice whenever the thought crept up in my heart and head.
Then the unexpected happened; One Fateful Sunday, I was invited by the marriage committee for a meeting. I suspected what it was, I suspected it had something to do with Julius changing our Engagement dates. I walked towards the marriage committee office shamefully, but surprisingly I met the usual frowning faces SMILING at me.
That was NOT normal, but I suddenly remembered that was exactly how my mother was smiling sheepishly at me that morning on our way to church...
“ Mummy, What’s with this smile and this look you have been blessing me with since you woke up this morning?”
“ Nothing ooo” Mum had said
“ Now, I know there is something, because whenever you add “ooooo” to your “Nothing” it shows there is actually something...Mum spit it out. You are hiding something “
“ Well, I am just amazed at the wonders of God...All I can say is God is good... I won’t say anything more” She had increased the music in her car to tell me the conversation was over.
Dad and Mum were not members of Apostles’ church, but Mum followed me once in a while when we had special programs. Surprisingly that day was not a special Sunday, so I was a bit surprised when she told me she was going to church with me.
Therefore, seeing the exact smile I saw on Mum that morning on the faces of the marriage committee members, my instincts told me something was up...
After exchanging all the pleasantries, they went straight to the point...
“ Blessed are you amongst women, Sis Happy” said one of the women and immediately my eyes widened, my heart started racing at 150km...
“Like you know, ever since the ugly situation between Sis Nneka and Sis Christabel, the entire church has been praying seriously for the Apostle, for God to give him a woman that will take the place of Pastor Maggie in his life to avoid more casualties among the single ladies in and out of the church.”
“Ok now, how this one tey concern me?” ( How does that concern me?) I instantly started thinking in pidgin, my knowledge of English went on sabbatical leave as I stood looking like a zombie listening to a foreign language that had no meaning to me
“During our prayers, Your name came up and the Apostle also confirmed to us by mentioning your name as the name the Lord had given Him” said the only man in the committee
“ He said the Lord told him, He is sending HAPPINESS into his life and we believe that is YOU, Sis Happy, knowing how unserious your fiancé has been, we want to let you know that God has chosen you to step into Pastor Maggie’s shoe...” An elderly woman concluded...
I stood like a robot that had been glued to a spot and then suddenly I ran out of the office and I just kept running and running. I knew I heard people calling my name and chasing me... I knew I heard my mother’s voice, but I couldn’t stop my legs from running.... I stopped a taxi and jumped in...
“ Where madam?”
“ Anywhere, far from here....just get me out of here”. I screamed at the Taxi driver
This had to be a dream, God forbid!...
I would never enter Pastor Maggie’s Shoe.. It wasn’t going to be my size, it wouldn’t fit me one bit....Julius was my perfect size....I refuse to enter her shoes and get killed with all the acid pouring and silent rivalry in the church...
“ God, Please if this a joke, abeg ooo, I am not smiling....I reject this shoe in Jesus Name”...
To be continued
(STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’S SHOE) S.I.M.S PART 5
The atmosphere in church was so tensed it would take the HolySpirit to sweep away or unseat the competitive Spirit that had come to take its seat in the front row of the church...
Single ladies went shopping, everyone was dressing to kill. Ladies started coming to church early, fighting for the front seat. The single ladies in the ushering department started making their skirts tighter and shorter.
Sisters started struggling to give testimonies in order to get noticed by Apostle. You would always hear words like this...
“Apostle said it and so was it”
“ The God of my Apostle worked wonders for me... Apostle is the man sent personally for me...”
“ I wonder how my life would have been if I had not met My Apostle...”
I would always shake my head in pity at most of the girls especially those who were breaking up with their long standing Fiance, with the hope they would stand the chance of being the next Apostle’s Wife....
Mothers started advertising their daughters before the Apostle. A particular woman who was very close to the Apostle actually told her daughter to return to the country. It was very obvious Thelema came back to be the Apostle’s wife.
As for me, I endured my humiliating relationship with Julius, even though we had to postpone the engagement ceremony for another 2 months for Julius to get the money for my bride price.
However, at this point my mother was already getting frustrated and irritated at the sight of Julius whenever he came to our house.
My father was a bit friendly to him, encouraging him that God would provide for him.
Nneka and Christabel were always trying to outshine each other. They both suddenly joined the Ushering department in other to market themselves very well. I noticed Nneka was always going to Apostle’s office for Counselling every Sunday and she would spend hours with him.
It got to a point, we could no longer go home together and therefore our relationship wasn’t as close as before.
***********
“ Hello Happy!” That was Joke waking me up from my sleep with her phone call...
“ Yes! Joke.. Good morning” I replied
“ Happy, have you heard?” Joke was the minister of information in our church and all her information were always accurate because she was dating one of the Pastors. Therefore, she always got first hand information.
“ What?”
“ Christabel was attacked yesterday night and the attacker poured acid on her face”
“ JESUS!” I jumped from the bed
“ Babe!, this fight is real ooo, I heard she has been shouting Nneka’s name and that the police are on their way to arrest Nneka.”
“ Ha!” Speechless was my state
“ Babe, is it by force to marry Apostle?...Now both of them have landed themselves in trouble....Christabel’s face can never be the same again... but she is from a wealthy home anyways, she might be able to afford a face reconstruction surgery” Joke said laughing
“ The face can never be the same, Joke, My Goodness after all the wasting of money on expensive Face primer, contouring, Botox and all that, Christabel can no longer flaunt her face as the million dollar face as she calls it “ I said remembering Christabel’s face and her arrogant way of calling her face, the million dollar face.
“ Yes ooo, by now her million dollar face will not even worth a Kobo, Babes, thank God we are satisfied with our own struggling boyfriends instead of fighting over what is apparently bigger than us... I will talk to you later ooo”
Joke hung up and I thought of Nneka...Nneka couldn’t have done this or could she?
To be continued
Single ladies went shopping, everyone was dressing to kill. Ladies started coming to church early, fighting for the front seat. The single ladies in the ushering department started making their skirts tighter and shorter.
Sisters started struggling to give testimonies in order to get noticed by Apostle. You would always hear words like this...
“Apostle said it and so was it”
“ The God of my Apostle worked wonders for me... Apostle is the man sent personally for me...”
“ I wonder how my life would have been if I had not met My Apostle...”
I would always shake my head in pity at most of the girls especially those who were breaking up with their long standing Fiance, with the hope they would stand the chance of being the next Apostle’s Wife....
Mothers started advertising their daughters before the Apostle. A particular woman who was very close to the Apostle actually told her daughter to return to the country. It was very obvious Thelema came back to be the Apostle’s wife.
As for me, I endured my humiliating relationship with Julius, even though we had to postpone the engagement ceremony for another 2 months for Julius to get the money for my bride price.
However, at this point my mother was already getting frustrated and irritated at the sight of Julius whenever he came to our house.
My father was a bit friendly to him, encouraging him that God would provide for him.
Nneka and Christabel were always trying to outshine each other. They both suddenly joined the Ushering department in other to market themselves very well. I noticed Nneka was always going to Apostle’s office for Counselling every Sunday and she would spend hours with him.
It got to a point, we could no longer go home together and therefore our relationship wasn’t as close as before.
***********
“ Hello Happy!” That was Joke waking me up from my sleep with her phone call...
“ Yes! Joke.. Good morning” I replied
“ Happy, have you heard?” Joke was the minister of information in our church and all her information were always accurate because she was dating one of the Pastors. Therefore, she always got first hand information.
“ What?”
“ Christabel was attacked yesterday night and the attacker poured acid on her face”
“ JESUS!” I jumped from the bed
“ Babe!, this fight is real ooo, I heard she has been shouting Nneka’s name and that the police are on their way to arrest Nneka.”
“ Ha!” Speechless was my state
“ Babe, is it by force to marry Apostle?...Now both of them have landed themselves in trouble....Christabel’s face can never be the same again... but she is from a wealthy home anyways, she might be able to afford a face reconstruction surgery” Joke said laughing
“ The face can never be the same, Joke, My Goodness after all the wasting of money on expensive Face primer, contouring, Botox and all that, Christabel can no longer flaunt her face as the million dollar face as she calls it “ I said remembering Christabel’s face and her arrogant way of calling her face, the million dollar face.
“ Yes ooo, by now her million dollar face will not even worth a Kobo, Babes, thank God we are satisfied with our own struggling boyfriends instead of fighting over what is apparently bigger than us... I will talk to you later ooo”
Joke hung up and I thought of Nneka...Nneka couldn’t have done this or could she?
To be continued
(STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’S SHOE) S.I.M.S PART 4
“ I never knew my wife was suffering from depression, I never knew she was taking depression pills, so hearing the result of the postmortem carried out on her that she died of depression pills overdose still strikes my heart sharply and painfully. Maggie was a good wife who loved God and loved me. She was so passionate about me fulfilling my ministerial assignment she gave me her all, but I guess I failed in my responsibility to her, I wasn’t there when she needed me the most...She smiled when she gave me my food, she personally washed my cloths, she made sure I was always looking good, she was God sent”....
I was seriously tearing up on Sunday as Pastor Ray was addressing the church, but he made a statement that didn’t sit well with me...
“ I have promised God, that When he gives me another woman, I will nurture her and be there for her” he said and I instantly rolled my eyes... Hmm, he was already thinking of another wife, but what irritated me the most was the reaction of most ladies in the church...
“ Awwwnnnn” You should have heard the charade of “ awwws” from the single desperate ladies in the congregation...
“ And That is going to be me” Nneka said in a whisper but she thought she whispered it to me, only for Christabel and Darasimi, (the spoilt and arrogant divas in church ) to look back and give Nneka the look that spoke disgust. Christabel especially checked Nneka out from head to toe and without saying anything , we knew what she implied was...
“ You are way too cheap”
“Somewhere in my heart I know why Maggie did what she did. She had given up on the chances of ever having a child, but I had always told her, God was the giver of kids....( He broke down) ....I want to appreciate all those who have stood by me... God bless you...” He said as he could not help his tears...
As much as I felt sorry for him, but why the early talk about getting a new wife who he will nurture? Hmmm....
Pathetic for Pastor Maggie, she had lived the life of taking care of her husband despite suffering from depression and in less than a week of her death , her Husband was already implying he will marry someone else...
After service , Nneka told me she wanted to get to the rest room. Julius walked up to me and as usual started telling stories...
“ I promise I will nurture and take care of you, it’s just this job search that is not making you see the best of me” He said proudly
“ Tomorrow starts today, Julius if you can not go all out to look for money to pay my dowry, then you won’t be able to go all out to take care of me in marriage” I said staring him in the face
“Looking for where to borrow money is me going all the way out to make this marriage possible” he said trying to justify himself
“ Julius, I have agreed to support you in paying for all the other wedding expenses including renting a bigger apartment for us, but the one thing I cannot help you with is paying my dowry!” I told him affirmatively
“ Happy! Happy!” Joke was calling me from a far distance
“ Julius, is there something else you have to say before I attend to Joke.” I asked him but he shook his head in the negative and walked away...
I knew Julius very well, that was his sign of throwing tantrums like a baby. He would not speak with me again for another one week till I go begging him, but it’s high time I started making him understand I was special and should be taken as serious priority. Apostle Ray had lost his wife and he was already thinking of a new wife. That shows that if a woman does not enjoy her life before she dies, another woman will enjoy it in her place.
“Julius had better work hard to get the dowry so he would appreciate me in marriage “ I said to myself .
I also walked away towards Joke...
“ Joke, what is it?” I asked as I got close to her
“ There is big fire on the mountain” Joke was pulling me towards the toilet direction, but instead of entering the toilet, she pulled me towards the back of the toilet building...
As soon as we got close to where she was taking me to, I had started hearing voices...
“ You are trash... If Pastor Ray is ever going to remarry, you can’t even get on the top 100 list...” Christabel was saying
“ So Nneka the village girl go and join the league of your friends who follow after jobless bachelors who are still going around begging members for money to pay the dowry of their Fiancée” Darasimi said looking towards my direction as I had surfaced in their midst...
“ Were you just referring to me?” I asked
“ I didn’t mention names or do those words describe you?” Darasimi asked me
Darasimi eyed me and pulled Christabel away from us, but Christabel was far from being through as she said in a low voice
“ Nneka, I always clear anything or anyone that stands in my way of getting things I want, Pastor Maggie was one good example...Ray is mine”
“ Jesus!” Joke and I exclaimed simultaneously but to my utmost shock, Nneka moved closer to Christabel and spoke in a low tone too
“ So you think you were the one who got Pastor Maggie off the scene? that shows you think too highly of yourself... Well, I don’t clear people who stand in my way, I am way too busy for that, rather I have bulldozers who help me crush them. After they are crushed, I get to walk over them”
With that Nneka walked away.
Christabel, Darasimi , Joke and I all stood in shock as Nneka never came across to us as a killer or anything close. She was the happy girl that joked around a lot.
Was Pastor Maggie killed? and if yes, Was it Nneka or Christabel? If it was either of them, how did they go about it?
These were the questions in my heart as we all sat silently in the Taxi on our way home. Nneka the chatter box was not saying anything, Joke also maintained her lane... and I kept wishing pastor Ray had not said anything about having a new wife or what do you think?
To be continued
I was seriously tearing up on Sunday as Pastor Ray was addressing the church, but he made a statement that didn’t sit well with me...
“ I have promised God, that When he gives me another woman, I will nurture her and be there for her” he said and I instantly rolled my eyes... Hmm, he was already thinking of another wife, but what irritated me the most was the reaction of most ladies in the church...
“ Awwwnnnn” You should have heard the charade of “ awwws” from the single desperate ladies in the congregation...
“ And That is going to be me” Nneka said in a whisper but she thought she whispered it to me, only for Christabel and Darasimi, (the spoilt and arrogant divas in church ) to look back and give Nneka the look that spoke disgust. Christabel especially checked Nneka out from head to toe and without saying anything , we knew what she implied was...
“ You are way too cheap”
“Somewhere in my heart I know why Maggie did what she did. She had given up on the chances of ever having a child, but I had always told her, God was the giver of kids....( He broke down) ....I want to appreciate all those who have stood by me... God bless you...” He said as he could not help his tears...
As much as I felt sorry for him, but why the early talk about getting a new wife who he will nurture? Hmmm....
Pathetic for Pastor Maggie, she had lived the life of taking care of her husband despite suffering from depression and in less than a week of her death , her Husband was already implying he will marry someone else...
After service , Nneka told me she wanted to get to the rest room. Julius walked up to me and as usual started telling stories...
“ I promise I will nurture and take care of you, it’s just this job search that is not making you see the best of me” He said proudly
“ Tomorrow starts today, Julius if you can not go all out to look for money to pay my dowry, then you won’t be able to go all out to take care of me in marriage” I said staring him in the face
“Looking for where to borrow money is me going all the way out to make this marriage possible” he said trying to justify himself
“ Julius, I have agreed to support you in paying for all the other wedding expenses including renting a bigger apartment for us, but the one thing I cannot help you with is paying my dowry!” I told him affirmatively
“ Happy! Happy!” Joke was calling me from a far distance
“ Julius, is there something else you have to say before I attend to Joke.” I asked him but he shook his head in the negative and walked away...
I knew Julius very well, that was his sign of throwing tantrums like a baby. He would not speak with me again for another one week till I go begging him, but it’s high time I started making him understand I was special and should be taken as serious priority. Apostle Ray had lost his wife and he was already thinking of a new wife. That shows that if a woman does not enjoy her life before she dies, another woman will enjoy it in her place.
“Julius had better work hard to get the dowry so he would appreciate me in marriage “ I said to myself .
I also walked away towards Joke...
“ Joke, what is it?” I asked as I got close to her
“ There is big fire on the mountain” Joke was pulling me towards the toilet direction, but instead of entering the toilet, she pulled me towards the back of the toilet building...
As soon as we got close to where she was taking me to, I had started hearing voices...
“ You are trash... If Pastor Ray is ever going to remarry, you can’t even get on the top 100 list...” Christabel was saying
“ So Nneka the village girl go and join the league of your friends who follow after jobless bachelors who are still going around begging members for money to pay the dowry of their Fiancée” Darasimi said looking towards my direction as I had surfaced in their midst...
“ Were you just referring to me?” I asked
“ I didn’t mention names or do those words describe you?” Darasimi asked me
Darasimi eyed me and pulled Christabel away from us, but Christabel was far from being through as she said in a low voice
“ Nneka, I always clear anything or anyone that stands in my way of getting things I want, Pastor Maggie was one good example...Ray is mine”
“ Jesus!” Joke and I exclaimed simultaneously but to my utmost shock, Nneka moved closer to Christabel and spoke in a low tone too
“ So you think you were the one who got Pastor Maggie off the scene? that shows you think too highly of yourself... Well, I don’t clear people who stand in my way, I am way too busy for that, rather I have bulldozers who help me crush them. After they are crushed, I get to walk over them”
With that Nneka walked away.
Christabel, Darasimi , Joke and I all stood in shock as Nneka never came across to us as a killer or anything close. She was the happy girl that joked around a lot.
Was Pastor Maggie killed? and if yes, Was it Nneka or Christabel? If it was either of them, how did they go about it?
These were the questions in my heart as we all sat silently in the Taxi on our way home. Nneka the chatter box was not saying anything, Joke also maintained her lane... and I kept wishing pastor Ray had not said anything about having a new wife or what do you think?
To be continued
(STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’s SHOE) S.I.M.S PART 3
Pastor Maggie was dead!
My mother woke me up to the shocking breaking news of the day. I rushed to the living room to watch the news myself. Was I dreaming or was this real? What happened?
“ Wife of popular Man of God, Apostle Raymond was found dead in her room in the early hours of this morning. She was confirmed dead by the State hospital. It has been confirmed that she died of drug overdose. The question on the street is , “ Was this a staged assasination or a deliberate suicide by the deceased to save her face from the recent money laundering scandal she has been associated with? “ More reports will be coming your way.. In all, we pray her gentle soul rests in perfect peace and our condolences goes out to her family and church. We hope to bring you more report as the story unfolds, I am Irene Coldwealth” The broadcaster said
I collapsed into the chair...
“ Why? Pastor Maggie? Why did you commit suicide? I knew you were going through something but I couldn’t place my hands on it and Even this scandal I knew you were innocent!” I cried out in the living room as I watched her picture being displayed on screen
Scandal? Yes ! About a month ago , which was a month after her catastrophic dress episode, a Woman surfaced online saying Pastor Maggie and a man duped her of 55 million naira. She said a man who was working for Pastor Maggie told her the ministry wanted to sell one of the church properties and he was their agent. She said she only met Pastor Maggie once in the man’s house and they had exchanged pleasantries,in her words she had said;
“ The man told me, he was the one handling all the church properties and Pastor Maggie had affirmed it right there in his house, although she left immediately I got in. However, before she left I asked to take a picture with her out of excitement , which we did. This is the picture here. After she left that day, the man and I signed the deal as I was rest assured it was genuine having seen Pastor Maggie
After the man collected the 55 million and some fake papers were signed, he disappeared into thin air.”
The woman began to harass Pastor Maggie on air calling her a swindler, everyone expected her to respond, but Pastor Maggie never made a public statement for over 2-3 weeks.
Suddenly, other reports started popping up, that she was actually having an affair with the man and that the man actually used her to swindle the woman. The noise, backlash, criticism,name calling was out of this world as people, journalist would not talk on any other thing.
Now, she had committed suicide....
I cried uncontrollably, I suddenly felt pained in my heart like I was the one in her shoes. My phone rang... It was Nneka...
“ Hello... Nneka....I don’t want to believe this is true!” I said crying
“ Babe, it’s true ooo” She said laughing
“ Nneka, you are laughing?” I asked
“ Happy, you are crying?, why?” She asked still smiling
“ Why?, are you seriously asking me why I am crying after hearing the news that my pastor’s wife is dead?”
“ Aww, babe a lot of people saw it coming, it seem Pastor Maggie had it coming, you have not been reading peoples’ comment online, infact it is a celebration online” she said heartily
“ Celebration? How? When did someone’s death call for celebration?” I asked
“ Babe ask the internet, just type reactions about Pastor Maggie’s death and just to hint you, the race has started ooo and I am sure going to be the winner”
“ Race? What race?” I asked Still in the dark of what was going on
“ Happy, are you still on the bed?”
“ No!”
“ Then why is your brain not fully charged, Don’t you know we single ladies have found a new available husband on the shelf and the highest bidder gets him” She said seriously
My heart dropped...
Pastor Maggie’s death was barely 3 hours and people were already thinking of entering her shoe....
“ Babe, you know you are settled with Julius, please pray for me I enter into Pastor’s Maggie’s shoe...”
“ Nneka, you are heartless” I managed to say
“ Happy, I wasn’t expecting less from you, but babe this is the reality, Pastor Maggie is gone, she didn’t use her time well, remember Queen Vashti had to leave for Queen Esther to reign to help the people of God. I have what it takes to be a better wife and Mother in the Lord”
At this point, my tongue was on temporal vacation...
I was surprised these words were coming out of Nneka Because she was a bit close to Pastor Maggie and was always defending her whenever we spoke negatively about her dress sense....
Hmm! What a life?
Pastor Ray? What about him, I wondered how he was taking the whole situation.... Was he devastated or was he also happy he had been set free from his unhappy wife?
To be continued
My mother woke me up to the shocking breaking news of the day. I rushed to the living room to watch the news myself. Was I dreaming or was this real? What happened?
“ Wife of popular Man of God, Apostle Raymond was found dead in her room in the early hours of this morning. She was confirmed dead by the State hospital. It has been confirmed that she died of drug overdose. The question on the street is , “ Was this a staged assasination or a deliberate suicide by the deceased to save her face from the recent money laundering scandal she has been associated with? “ More reports will be coming your way.. In all, we pray her gentle soul rests in perfect peace and our condolences goes out to her family and church. We hope to bring you more report as the story unfolds, I am Irene Coldwealth” The broadcaster said
I collapsed into the chair...
“ Why? Pastor Maggie? Why did you commit suicide? I knew you were going through something but I couldn’t place my hands on it and Even this scandal I knew you were innocent!” I cried out in the living room as I watched her picture being displayed on screen
Scandal? Yes ! About a month ago , which was a month after her catastrophic dress episode, a Woman surfaced online saying Pastor Maggie and a man duped her of 55 million naira. She said a man who was working for Pastor Maggie told her the ministry wanted to sell one of the church properties and he was their agent. She said she only met Pastor Maggie once in the man’s house and they had exchanged pleasantries,in her words she had said;
“ The man told me, he was the one handling all the church properties and Pastor Maggie had affirmed it right there in his house, although she left immediately I got in. However, before she left I asked to take a picture with her out of excitement , which we did. This is the picture here. After she left that day, the man and I signed the deal as I was rest assured it was genuine having seen Pastor Maggie
After the man collected the 55 million and some fake papers were signed, he disappeared into thin air.”
The woman began to harass Pastor Maggie on air calling her a swindler, everyone expected her to respond, but Pastor Maggie never made a public statement for over 2-3 weeks.
Suddenly, other reports started popping up, that she was actually having an affair with the man and that the man actually used her to swindle the woman. The noise, backlash, criticism,name calling was out of this world as people, journalist would not talk on any other thing.
Now, she had committed suicide....
I cried uncontrollably, I suddenly felt pained in my heart like I was the one in her shoes. My phone rang... It was Nneka...
“ Hello... Nneka....I don’t want to believe this is true!” I said crying
“ Babe, it’s true ooo” She said laughing
“ Nneka, you are laughing?” I asked
“ Happy, you are crying?, why?” She asked still smiling
“ Why?, are you seriously asking me why I am crying after hearing the news that my pastor’s wife is dead?”
“ Aww, babe a lot of people saw it coming, it seem Pastor Maggie had it coming, you have not been reading peoples’ comment online, infact it is a celebration online” she said heartily
“ Celebration? How? When did someone’s death call for celebration?” I asked
“ Babe ask the internet, just type reactions about Pastor Maggie’s death and just to hint you, the race has started ooo and I am sure going to be the winner”
“ Race? What race?” I asked Still in the dark of what was going on
“ Happy, are you still on the bed?”
“ No!”
“ Then why is your brain not fully charged, Don’t you know we single ladies have found a new available husband on the shelf and the highest bidder gets him” She said seriously
My heart dropped...
Pastor Maggie’s death was barely 3 hours and people were already thinking of entering her shoe....
“ Babe, you know you are settled with Julius, please pray for me I enter into Pastor’s Maggie’s shoe...”
“ Nneka, you are heartless” I managed to say
“ Happy, I wasn’t expecting less from you, but babe this is the reality, Pastor Maggie is gone, she didn’t use her time well, remember Queen Vashti had to leave for Queen Esther to reign to help the people of God. I have what it takes to be a better wife and Mother in the Lord”
At this point, my tongue was on temporal vacation...
I was surprised these words were coming out of Nneka Because she was a bit close to Pastor Maggie and was always defending her whenever we spoke negatively about her dress sense....
Hmm! What a life?
Pastor Ray? What about him, I wondered how he was taking the whole situation.... Was he devastated or was he also happy he had been set free from his unhappy wife?
To be continued
(STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’s SHOE) PART 2
“Apostle is the handsome one, You all know I am not as good looking as he is, so young ladies, when on the look out, make sure you look well...” Pastor Maggie said with a dry smile
“ Why?” I almost screamed out
“This is official, my pastor’s wife needs help, Why would she be applauding her Husband and making a mess of herself on the Altar. Who said Apostle was more good looking than she is. I hope this is not how she carries herself at home, telling her husband he is more good looking than her?”
I blanked out from the watery message she was trying to preach which she made worse by creating a bad brand of herself. This was two sundays after her catastrophic dress episode. It was the women’s week and it was mandatory as the Mother of the church to be the one to minister, but here she was pouring out the wrong words. For starters, she could have done better as regards her appearance, but to add salt and pepper to her already terrible case she was a making mess of herself.
“I wish I can get close to this woman, but the security around her alone would ask me a million questions.” I thought bitterly .
Not that I was a stranger, seven years in the ministry was not a joke, but she wasn’t the social kind of person as she had created an invisible wall around herself.
My name is Happiness, but Happy for short and I have always tried to put smiles on people’s faces. God, I feel this woman needs help and I really want to get close to her, before she loses her husband to some wolves out there.
I shifted my gaze to Pastor Ray, and you didn’t need anyone to tell you, he wasn’t comfortable with his wife on the Altar. His body language said everything, as he kept checking his wrist watch.
After about 35 minutes, Pastor Maggie delivered us from the torture of listening to her watery than water speech she called a message.
I made up my mind I was going to get close to this woman no matter what, I felt there were things I could contribute to her. For starters, she needed to start seeing herself differently and speaking about herself differently. It wasn’t wrong of her to compliment her Husband but not at her own expense, like one of those comedians who make a mockery of themselves to make people laugh.
After service, I waited and prayed to God about the step I was about to take, I told God how passionate I was about helping Pastor Ray’s wife.
I believed God heard me and got a go ahead.
“ I hope you prayed for me as well” I heard Pastor Ray’s masculine voice from behind me.
“Jesus!” It had been so long I stood really close to Pastor Ray, he was looking really fresh, his cologne was out of this world, my heart did a victory jump like a thousand times in less than a second. Pastor Ray, Pastor Maggie and the security were on their way out, I must have prayed for close to an hour without knowing, ( I prayed about other things as well) so the church was close to empty.
I guessed pastor Ray seeing me praying at the Altar an hour after service had caught his attention.
“ Yes...Yes sir, I actually included you and Pastor Maggie in my prayers” I said beaming with smiles and instead of getting an appreciative smile from Pastor Maggie like the one Pastor Ray was giving me, All I got from her was a cold stare that spoke hatred, disgust and bitterness in volumes.
“Thank you daughter, we appreciate it, you are blessed” Pastor Ray, his wife and the security left, but I couldn’t help but reason why Pastor Maggie gave me that cold stare.
“Or is she psychologically disturbed?” I wondered.
Julius, My Fiance who had been waiting rushed towards me after Pastor Ray left...
“ Did you tell him?” he asked with so much excitement
“ About?” I asked looking blankly at him
“ About? What do you think I am talking about” Julius retorted as he knew I was trying to feign ignorance
“ The financial help?” I said the obvious
“ Of course” he replied
“ Julius,so you expected me to open my mouth to tell Apostle that my husband to be needs Financial assistance to pay my dowry as he is jobless....Brother I have too much self worth”
“ What’s there? Apostle helps people and asking him to help us...” he said
“ I should beg him to pay my bride price, Julius you need help, excuse me...”
I couldn’t stand to hear any of his annoying statements anymore. If not for several heartbreaks, Julius was not even the kind of man I would have settled for in marriage.
Out of anger, I walked out on him, or was I wrong to have walked out on him? Or better still I think the right question I should ask you dear reader is, Was it right for a man to borrow or beg for money in other to pay his wife’s bride price.?
Secondly, was it right for my Pastor’s wife to talk less of herself, while exalting her Husband???
To be continued....
“ Why?” I almost screamed out
“This is official, my pastor’s wife needs help, Why would she be applauding her Husband and making a mess of herself on the Altar. Who said Apostle was more good looking than she is. I hope this is not how she carries herself at home, telling her husband he is more good looking than her?”
I blanked out from the watery message she was trying to preach which she made worse by creating a bad brand of herself. This was two sundays after her catastrophic dress episode. It was the women’s week and it was mandatory as the Mother of the church to be the one to minister, but here she was pouring out the wrong words. For starters, she could have done better as regards her appearance, but to add salt and pepper to her already terrible case she was a making mess of herself.
“I wish I can get close to this woman, but the security around her alone would ask me a million questions.” I thought bitterly .
Not that I was a stranger, seven years in the ministry was not a joke, but she wasn’t the social kind of person as she had created an invisible wall around herself.
My name is Happiness, but Happy for short and I have always tried to put smiles on people’s faces. God, I feel this woman needs help and I really want to get close to her, before she loses her husband to some wolves out there.
I shifted my gaze to Pastor Ray, and you didn’t need anyone to tell you, he wasn’t comfortable with his wife on the Altar. His body language said everything, as he kept checking his wrist watch.
After about 35 minutes, Pastor Maggie delivered us from the torture of listening to her watery than water speech she called a message.
I made up my mind I was going to get close to this woman no matter what, I felt there were things I could contribute to her. For starters, she needed to start seeing herself differently and speaking about herself differently. It wasn’t wrong of her to compliment her Husband but not at her own expense, like one of those comedians who make a mockery of themselves to make people laugh.
After service, I waited and prayed to God about the step I was about to take, I told God how passionate I was about helping Pastor Ray’s wife.
I believed God heard me and got a go ahead.
“ I hope you prayed for me as well” I heard Pastor Ray’s masculine voice from behind me.
“Jesus!” It had been so long I stood really close to Pastor Ray, he was looking really fresh, his cologne was out of this world, my heart did a victory jump like a thousand times in less than a second. Pastor Ray, Pastor Maggie and the security were on their way out, I must have prayed for close to an hour without knowing, ( I prayed about other things as well) so the church was close to empty.
I guessed pastor Ray seeing me praying at the Altar an hour after service had caught his attention.
“ Yes...Yes sir, I actually included you and Pastor Maggie in my prayers” I said beaming with smiles and instead of getting an appreciative smile from Pastor Maggie like the one Pastor Ray was giving me, All I got from her was a cold stare that spoke hatred, disgust and bitterness in volumes.
“Thank you daughter, we appreciate it, you are blessed” Pastor Ray, his wife and the security left, but I couldn’t help but reason why Pastor Maggie gave me that cold stare.
“Or is she psychologically disturbed?” I wondered.
Julius, My Fiance who had been waiting rushed towards me after Pastor Ray left...
“ Did you tell him?” he asked with so much excitement
“ About?” I asked looking blankly at him
“ About? What do you think I am talking about” Julius retorted as he knew I was trying to feign ignorance
“ The financial help?” I said the obvious
“ Of course” he replied
“ Julius,so you expected me to open my mouth to tell Apostle that my husband to be needs Financial assistance to pay my dowry as he is jobless....Brother I have too much self worth”
“ What’s there? Apostle helps people and asking him to help us...” he said
“ I should beg him to pay my bride price, Julius you need help, excuse me...”
I couldn’t stand to hear any of his annoying statements anymore. If not for several heartbreaks, Julius was not even the kind of man I would have settled for in marriage.
Out of anger, I walked out on him, or was I wrong to have walked out on him? Or better still I think the right question I should ask you dear reader is, Was it right for a man to borrow or beg for money in other to pay his wife’s bride price.?
Secondly, was it right for my Pastor’s wife to talk less of herself, while exalting her Husband???
To be continued....
(STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’s SHOE) PART 1
Her name was Margaret, she was my pastor’s wife. She was popularly referred to as Pastor Maggie. My pastor’s name was Apostle Raymond, but he loved us calling him Pastor Ray, because we the foundational members had always referred to him that way. It was just recently the title “Apostle” surfaced.
Pastor Ray was handsome, tall, Anointed with a capital “A”. He was way too young for the level of anointing he carried, my pastor was just 38 years old and his eight year old ministry had swallowed up most ministries that were up to 25 years and above in terms of popularity, crowd, branches and influence.
It therefore didn’t make sense one bit, that he would have married a woman like Pastor Maggie.
She was not in his league. As I sat in the taxi on my way back from church that Sunday, I couldn’t help the level of anger I was feeling towards my Pastor’s wife.
“ How on earth would she dress that way?” I was literally screaming in my heart. Pastor Maggie had worn a blue chiffon flowery loose long top that looked like a canopy with a black and white striped straight skirt with a cream hat and a cream sandal matched with a blue bag...
“ Who does that?” I shook my head for the upteempth time...
“ If only I was in her shoes, My Goodness, With a trendy and anointed husband like Pastor Ray, I would be the talk of the town, I will surely represent Christ in a big and classy way.” I thought to myself as I remembered how over 50 people in church had complimented me that day for looking top notch in my black themed wear. I didn’t have a lot of money but I always made an attempt to look classy, meanwhile with the money Pastor Ray has, his wife could do better than what she was doing...
“ A million naira for your thoughts?” Nneka, my friend said. Nneka, Joke and I were going home, we lived in the same axis, so we always took the cab home every Sunday after service. Nneka was my best friend, while Joke was just a church friend.
I blurted out without thinking...
“ I don’t like the way Pastor Maggie dressed today!”
Joke burst into laughter
“ My thoughts exactly, I thought eight years is enough to have an upgrade, but the woman keeps getting worse and the annoying thing is she doesn’t wear a welcoming face. She wears the look of a lion that can not be approached, at least I would have approached her to be her personal stylist...Did you see the rainbow effect she pulled today...Blue flowery top with over six colors on it, with a striped black and white skirt... She needs help” Joke said
“ I wish I was in her shoes, my goodness...” I said bitterly again
“ Long throat, you can never be in her shoes, whether she dresses well or not, she is the woman fortunate enough to be Pastor Ray’s wife, let’s concentrate on our own lives. At least you both have your men, I am still the single one“ Nneka said jokingly
As she was concluding her statement, my phone rang, it was Julius, my fiancé calling...
I decided to focus truly on my life, my Wedding Engagement ceremony was coming up in 3 months time, so I had better leave Pastor Maggie and her catastrophic dress sense...
“ Hello Julius...”
Was it right for my pastor’s wife to be fashion senseless because she was a pastor’s wife and was it wrong for me to have wished to be in her shoes, because to me, she was not representing Christ well?
To be continued...
Pastor Ray was handsome, tall, Anointed with a capital “A”. He was way too young for the level of anointing he carried, my pastor was just 38 years old and his eight year old ministry had swallowed up most ministries that were up to 25 years and above in terms of popularity, crowd, branches and influence.
It therefore didn’t make sense one bit, that he would have married a woman like Pastor Maggie.
She was not in his league. As I sat in the taxi on my way back from church that Sunday, I couldn’t help the level of anger I was feeling towards my Pastor’s wife.
“ How on earth would she dress that way?” I was literally screaming in my heart. Pastor Maggie had worn a blue chiffon flowery loose long top that looked like a canopy with a black and white striped straight skirt with a cream hat and a cream sandal matched with a blue bag...
“ Who does that?” I shook my head for the upteempth time...
“ If only I was in her shoes, My Goodness, With a trendy and anointed husband like Pastor Ray, I would be the talk of the town, I will surely represent Christ in a big and classy way.” I thought to myself as I remembered how over 50 people in church had complimented me that day for looking top notch in my black themed wear. I didn’t have a lot of money but I always made an attempt to look classy, meanwhile with the money Pastor Ray has, his wife could do better than what she was doing...
“ A million naira for your thoughts?” Nneka, my friend said. Nneka, Joke and I were going home, we lived in the same axis, so we always took the cab home every Sunday after service. Nneka was my best friend, while Joke was just a church friend.
I blurted out without thinking...
“ I don’t like the way Pastor Maggie dressed today!”
Joke burst into laughter
“ My thoughts exactly, I thought eight years is enough to have an upgrade, but the woman keeps getting worse and the annoying thing is she doesn’t wear a welcoming face. She wears the look of a lion that can not be approached, at least I would have approached her to be her personal stylist...Did you see the rainbow effect she pulled today...Blue flowery top with over six colors on it, with a striped black and white skirt... She needs help” Joke said
“ I wish I was in her shoes, my goodness...” I said bitterly again
“ Long throat, you can never be in her shoes, whether she dresses well or not, she is the woman fortunate enough to be Pastor Ray’s wife, let’s concentrate on our own lives. At least you both have your men, I am still the single one“ Nneka said jokingly
As she was concluding her statement, my phone rang, it was Julius, my fiancé calling...
I decided to focus truly on my life, my Wedding Engagement ceremony was coming up in 3 months time, so I had better leave Pastor Maggie and her catastrophic dress sense...
“ Hello Julius...”
Was it right for my pastor’s wife to be fashion senseless because she was a pastor’s wife and was it wrong for me to have wished to be in her shoes, because to me, she was not representing Christ well?
To be continued...
SAFE A LIFE. DON'T BE CARELESS WITH YOUR PHONE
My name is Cecelia Oriwoh, I am newly widowed and I decided to share my story to save someone out there.
My husband bought a new phone from Gsm village, and gave the boys his old phone to transfer his contacts and medias, and ofcos gave them his passwords too, unknowingly to him, they put a tracking device on his phone, a day after, he started receiving anonymous messages with his location details, he told me about it and I said this could be dangerous let's take it to the authorities but he waved it off and said it was nothing, about a week after, he was ambushed on his way to Abuja for a business meeting, they robbed him and shot him and his brother, his brother pretended he was dead, and heard their conversations, according to him,one of them said they should take the phone so it won't be linked to them, the other suggested that they leave his phone so they can continue tracking incase police starts investigating and are on to them, so the brother knew they followed his phone, he managed to get help after they left and contacted the police but my husband did not make it, he died with a single bullet wound to his chest.
After a long investigation, the two boys are no where to be found, one of them is a graduate of IT and the other is still a student, their names are Austin Ikedi and Franklin Kingsley, the police are doing everything possible to get hold of them, the few family members that were reached said they haven't seen or heard from any of them since January.
Pls I want everybody to be careful who they give their phones to, these transfers are easy and you can do them yourself if you chose to learn it to save your life or that of a loved one, some of them actually put these trackers in brand new phones, you can't see it, and you will never know they are tracking you, some of them it's just to rob you, but so many have been killed along the line, or they take vital information from your phone and use it against you, pls be careful and don't fall a victim of these evil people.
Please Pass this on to save someone, share with family and friends, together we can expose them all. Thank you.
My husband bought a new phone from Gsm village, and gave the boys his old phone to transfer his contacts and medias, and ofcos gave them his passwords too, unknowingly to him, they put a tracking device on his phone, a day after, he started receiving anonymous messages with his location details, he told me about it and I said this could be dangerous let's take it to the authorities but he waved it off and said it was nothing, about a week after, he was ambushed on his way to Abuja for a business meeting, they robbed him and shot him and his brother, his brother pretended he was dead, and heard their conversations, according to him,one of them said they should take the phone so it won't be linked to them, the other suggested that they leave his phone so they can continue tracking incase police starts investigating and are on to them, so the brother knew they followed his phone, he managed to get help after they left and contacted the police but my husband did not make it, he died with a single bullet wound to his chest.
After a long investigation, the two boys are no where to be found, one of them is a graduate of IT and the other is still a student, their names are Austin Ikedi and Franklin Kingsley, the police are doing everything possible to get hold of them, the few family members that were reached said they haven't seen or heard from any of them since January.
Pls I want everybody to be careful who they give their phones to, these transfers are easy and you can do them yourself if you chose to learn it to save your life or that of a loved one, some of them actually put these trackers in brand new phones, you can't see it, and you will never know they are tracking you, some of them it's just to rob you, but so many have been killed along the line, or they take vital information from your phone and use it against you, pls be careful and don't fall a victim of these evil people.
Please Pass this on to save someone, share with family and friends, together we can expose them all. Thank you.
Tuesday, April 9, 2019
Your good dad will never allow you see how much he suffers for the family because he is a MAN.
You asked for N10,000 and your dad told you he will give you in the morning before he leaves for work. This was after he has thoroughly scrutinised what you needed the money for, all the questions he asked were already making you angry,
Throughout the night your dad couldn't sleep because he was thinking of how to give you his last N10,000,
When it was morning, he called you into his room and gave you N9,000 instead of N10,000, You were not happy and squeezed your face in discontent and reluctantly said thank you after complaining that it was not complete,
Your mum after seeing this will not say anything but will meet you in your room where your dad isn't and give you N2,000 from her own money and say "don't mind him, use this one to complete it".
You began to smile like fido dido, And you'll quickly run to Facebook, Instagram and Whatsapp to write...
"I have the best mum in the world, i love my mum".
Now your dad had gone out with just 1,000 in his pocket with no fuel in his car, Because of you, he used public transport that day to work,
At work he worked over time, After closing late, everyone keeps saying "daddy is never always around except mum".
Your good dad will never allow you see how much he suffers for the family because he is a MAN.
Pls
Always try to appreciate your dad because you can never tell what he is going through for your sake, That he is not always around like your mum does not mean he does not care about you deeply.
Feel free to share as we appreciate all the Dads in the house for their sacrifices.
I love my dad
I love him to and fro
I pray that God will sustain Pa Joseph Jacob Toyeme. Amen
Throughout the night your dad couldn't sleep because he was thinking of how to give you his last N10,000,
When it was morning, he called you into his room and gave you N9,000 instead of N10,000, You were not happy and squeezed your face in discontent and reluctantly said thank you after complaining that it was not complete,
Your mum after seeing this will not say anything but will meet you in your room where your dad isn't and give you N2,000 from her own money and say "don't mind him, use this one to complete it".
You began to smile like fido dido, And you'll quickly run to Facebook, Instagram and Whatsapp to write...
"I have the best mum in the world, i love my mum".
Now your dad had gone out with just 1,000 in his pocket with no fuel in his car, Because of you, he used public transport that day to work,
At work he worked over time, After closing late, everyone keeps saying "daddy is never always around except mum".
Your good dad will never allow you see how much he suffers for the family because he is a MAN.
Pls
Always try to appreciate your dad because you can never tell what he is going through for your sake, That he is not always around like your mum does not mean he does not care about you deeply.
Feel free to share as we appreciate all the Dads in the house for their sacrifices.
I love my dad
I love him to and fro
I pray that God will sustain Pa Joseph Jacob Toyeme. Amen
HAPPY MEN'S DAY!!
Hmmmm the first time someone has written something good for men also.....!
Ⓜ Who is a MAN?
A man is the most beautiful part of God's creation.
He sacrifices his dreams for just a smile on his parents' face.
He spends his entire pocket money on buyng gifts for the lady he loves, just to see her smiling.
He sacrifices his full youth for his wife & children by working late at night without any complaint.
He builds their future by taking loans from banks & repaying them for his entire lifetime.
He struggles a lot & still has to bear scolding from his mother, wife and boss.
His life ends up only by compromising for others' happiness.
If he goes out, he is careless.
If he stays at home, he is lazy.
If he scolds his children, he is a monster.
If he doesn't scold them, he is an irresponsible man.
If he stops his wife from working, then he is an insecure man.
If he doesn't stop his wife from working, then he is somebody who lives on his wife's earnings.
If he listens to mom, he is mama's boy.
If he listens to his wife, he is, his wife's slave.
If he does not play he is too serious, stern and stiff.
If he plays, he is a joker who never matures.
If he dresses well, he is extravagant and a possible womanizer. If he doesn't dress well, he is a loser who is not a gentleman.
If he helps his wife, he is taken for a fool. If he doesn't help his wife, he is cruel and wicked.
Respect every male in your life. You will never know what he has sacrificed for you.
Worth sending to every man to make him smile & every woman to make her realise a man's worth!
HAPPY MEN'S DAY!
Which never comes..
MYSTERY OF DNA
(A MUST READ)
If you have SEX with a man, his DNA lives in you forever.
Workman noted that a research by university of Seattle USA has proven that;
There is now a greater understanding of why God asks us not to have SEX before we get married.
This research proves that any man, that a woman has SEX with leaves a part of his DNA in the woman.
The man who has had more SEX with her, leaves more of his DNA in the woman. So when a woman ovulates, the eggs that she produces contain more of other DNAs.
So we need to educate the girl child to remain a virgin till marriage.
Anytime you have SEX with another man you become one with that man (spiritually too) and carry the man's DNA and according to Workman this is called SEX Web especially when the woman has multiple SEX partners.
At some point when you have too many of the male DNA in you; you change, because your cells are changing.
That also proves why when married couples live together for a long time they end up looking alike. The woman's DNA changes when she has sex with men. This is very serious.
The world should know this and stop silly SEX promotions.
It is bad than good.
Unfortunately women are the victims.
This was found out in many other research articles mostly released this year. So it is new and we all have to know.
The fact is,women retain DNA from every man they have slept with.
Cells transferred from a man to a woman during intercourse become integrated into the woman's body after SEX, every single time they have SEX.
This study found the presence of genetically distinct male cells in the brain of women. This also means these other male cells will be found in a foetus when the woman gets pregnant.
(This is called microchimerism.)
Every male you absorb sperm from becomes a living part of your life. Sperm is a living substance. Living cells. It enters your bloodstream and collects in your brain and spine.
Stop experimenting with SEX.
When the sperm enters a woman it swims until it hits a wall and then seeps into your flesh.
If it's in your mouth, (abomination) it can get into your nasal areas, behind your eyes and even your inner ear. It then enters your bloodstream and collects in your brain and spine. You can never get rid of it.
It becomes a part of you forever. These are the true consequences of sexual intercourse.
Workman Leadership College says this Original research is from University of Seattle and Fred Hutchinson cancer research center.
They accidentally found this when they were researching to find out why pregnant women carrying boys get men neurological diseases.
This is real and not a joke.!!!
Stop having SEX if you are not married.
And stop having SEX with others than your husband, for the married.
The consequences of doing this is devastating,humiliating and horrible
No wonder the world is the way it is,many marriages no longer hold water in peace,truth and love!
Many children from most homes have behavioral tendencies alien to both parents
Now you know the possible cause
Say no to SEX when not married.
Say no to EXTRA-MARITAL affairs also.
KEEP SHARING
If you have SEX with a man, his DNA lives in you forever.
Workman noted that a research by university of Seattle USA has proven that;
There is now a greater understanding of why God asks us not to have SEX before we get married.
This research proves that any man, that a woman has SEX with leaves a part of his DNA in the woman.
The man who has had more SEX with her, leaves more of his DNA in the woman. So when a woman ovulates, the eggs that she produces contain more of other DNAs.
So we need to educate the girl child to remain a virgin till marriage.
Anytime you have SEX with another man you become one with that man (spiritually too) and carry the man's DNA and according to Workman this is called SEX Web especially when the woman has multiple SEX partners.
At some point when you have too many of the male DNA in you; you change, because your cells are changing.
That also proves why when married couples live together for a long time they end up looking alike. The woman's DNA changes when she has sex with men. This is very serious.
The world should know this and stop silly SEX promotions.
It is bad than good.
Unfortunately women are the victims.
This was found out in many other research articles mostly released this year. So it is new and we all have to know.
The fact is,women retain DNA from every man they have slept with.
Cells transferred from a man to a woman during intercourse become integrated into the woman's body after SEX, every single time they have SEX.
This study found the presence of genetically distinct male cells in the brain of women. This also means these other male cells will be found in a foetus when the woman gets pregnant.
(This is called microchimerism.)
Every male you absorb sperm from becomes a living part of your life. Sperm is a living substance. Living cells. It enters your bloodstream and collects in your brain and spine.
Stop experimenting with SEX.
When the sperm enters a woman it swims until it hits a wall and then seeps into your flesh.
If it's in your mouth, (abomination) it can get into your nasal areas, behind your eyes and even your inner ear. It then enters your bloodstream and collects in your brain and spine. You can never get rid of it.
It becomes a part of you forever. These are the true consequences of sexual intercourse.
Workman Leadership College says this Original research is from University of Seattle and Fred Hutchinson cancer research center.
They accidentally found this when they were researching to find out why pregnant women carrying boys get men neurological diseases.
This is real and not a joke.!!!
Stop having SEX if you are not married.
And stop having SEX with others than your husband, for the married.
The consequences of doing this is devastating,humiliating and horrible
No wonder the world is the way it is,many marriages no longer hold water in peace,truth and love!
Many children from most homes have behavioral tendencies alien to both parents
Now you know the possible cause
Say no to SEX when not married.
Say no to EXTRA-MARITAL affairs also.
KEEP SHARING
PICK YOUR CALL ALL TIME
🍃🌹
THIS IS A SAD STORY BUT A LESSON
A sick person in a hospital bed was visited by relatives.
The patient was on an oxygen MACHINE and therefore couldn't speak.
As they stood beside the bed, the patient took a pen and a piece of paper and wrote a note which he gave to one of the relatives who put it in his shirt pocket without reading and they continued with their conversation.
After a few minutes, the patient died.
The relative later picked the note from his pocket to know what the dead man had written.
And guess what❗
Sadly the note read....
"Please move away from there, you have stepped on the oxygen pipe. I can't breathe again , you are killing me".
🌹 LESSON:🌹
Do you postpone reading posts❓
Or do you ignore picking calls because you are already close to the caller❓
They might be helpful to you or to somebody particularly at a most critical time.
Please pick your calls, read that note.
⚠ NEVER POSTPONE ANYTHING.❗
Don't just read this message alone, kindly share with your friends
🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹
THIS IS A SAD STORY BUT A LESSON
A sick person in a hospital bed was visited by relatives.
The patient was on an oxygen MACHINE and therefore couldn't speak.
As they stood beside the bed, the patient took a pen and a piece of paper and wrote a note which he gave to one of the relatives who put it in his shirt pocket without reading and they continued with their conversation.
After a few minutes, the patient died.
The relative later picked the note from his pocket to know what the dead man had written.
And guess what❗
Sadly the note read....
"Please move away from there, you have stepped on the oxygen pipe. I can't breathe again , you are killing me".
🌹 LESSON:🌹
Do you postpone reading posts❓
Or do you ignore picking calls because you are already close to the caller❓
They might be helpful to you or to somebody particularly at a most critical time.
Please pick your calls, read that note.
⚠ NEVER POSTPONE ANYTHING.❗
Don't just read this message alone, kindly share with your friends
🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹🍃🌹
Husband and Wife:
I put her in the Toyota Camry car I was using then and off I drove to Shoprite. I did not even tell her we were going to Shoprite. When we got there, she exploded
"Do you have money? What are we doing here? I said, "just follow me and pick anything you want."
Right inside Shoprite, I picked cart and wheeled it behind her. "Pick anything you want baby."
See women o! Na so she dey pick, pick, pick. "The cart come full"
I picked the bill, almost N86,000. As we were going out of the mall, something struck her ..and she said, "Honey You did not buy yourself anything! she wondered"
"Ah, I have no cash left. Let us go home ..."
"No, I have some money she said. Let's go back and pick what you want. So we went back. My wife picked a bill of N42k for me alone.
Now, you know I never knew my wife had money on her? But she brought it out and spent on me because I had impressed her.
My man, Impress your wife, she will spin surprises on you.
Now look at this again: when I scrutinised all we bought with my N86k, hardly was there anything strictly for her. Almost everything we bought were things we used at home and for the children. But when it was her turn to buy for me, I bought things for MYSELF! Shaving cream, boxers, stockings, slippers, DVDs, singlets, my kind of wine, etc. Things me alone use!
It taught me a great lesson: most women are good. Most women are not greedy. All they want is show them you love them, you will be surprise for life !
Men, give your wives pocket money today. Cultivate the habit. Don't say sebi she is working.
And women, don't say how much are you giving me sef? Always appreciate what he gives you and say thank you. May God bless our marriage.
VIRUSES THAT KILLS MARRIAGE
DID YOU KNOW THE VIRUSES THAT KILL MARRIAGES APART FROM DEMON POSSESSED MARRIAGES?
· Laziness kills marriage
· Suspicion kills marriage
· Lack of trust kills marriage
· Lack of mutual respect kills marriage
· Unforgiveness kills marriage _(Forgiveness is not optional but mandatory)_
· Arguments kill marriage
· Keeping secrets from your spouse kills marriage
· Every form of infidelity kills marriage _(financial, emotional, psychological, material, etc)_
· Poor communication kills marriage
. Lies easily kill marriage, _(be sincere to your spouse in every aspect)._
· Relating more with your parents than your spouse kills marriage
· Nagging kills marriage
· Too much talk and careless talk kills marriage
· Spending less or little time with your spouse kills marriage
· Being too independent minded kills marriage
· Love for party, money and spending/partying kills marriage
· Exposing the inadequacies of your spouse to your parents or siblings or friends kills marriage
· Not being steadfast/fervent in the spirit kills not only marriage but your life
· Spurning correction and reprimand kills marriage.
· Always wearing a sad face and being moody kills marriage.
· FEMINISM ADVOCACY kills marriage.
· Uncontrolled or hot temperament kills marriage.
· Not understanding your role and position in marriage as instituted by God kills marriage.
· Not being sensitive to the spiritual, emotional and physical needs of your spouse kills marriage
· When anything threatens the position/security of a wife, her reaction(s) will be detrimental to her marriage.
· Lack of knowledge of the Word of God kills marriage.
_Please, save a marriage today by sharing this._
_May the Almighty bring healing to every troubled home and family._
Amen.
· Laziness kills marriage
· Suspicion kills marriage
· Lack of trust kills marriage
· Lack of mutual respect kills marriage
· Unforgiveness kills marriage _(Forgiveness is not optional but mandatory)_
· Arguments kill marriage
· Keeping secrets from your spouse kills marriage
· Every form of infidelity kills marriage _(financial, emotional, psychological, material, etc)_
· Poor communication kills marriage
. Lies easily kill marriage, _(be sincere to your spouse in every aspect)._
· Relating more with your parents than your spouse kills marriage
· Nagging kills marriage
· Too much talk and careless talk kills marriage
· Spending less or little time with your spouse kills marriage
· Being too independent minded kills marriage
· Love for party, money and spending/partying kills marriage
· Exposing the inadequacies of your spouse to your parents or siblings or friends kills marriage
· Not being steadfast/fervent in the spirit kills not only marriage but your life
· Spurning correction and reprimand kills marriage.
· Always wearing a sad face and being moody kills marriage.
· FEMINISM ADVOCACY kills marriage.
· Uncontrolled or hot temperament kills marriage.
· Not understanding your role and position in marriage as instituted by God kills marriage.
· Not being sensitive to the spiritual, emotional and physical needs of your spouse kills marriage
· When anything threatens the position/security of a wife, her reaction(s) will be detrimental to her marriage.
· Lack of knowledge of the Word of God kills marriage.
_Please, save a marriage today by sharing this._
_May the Almighty bring healing to every troubled home and family._
Amen.
HUSBAND SCARCITY
Husband scarcity has become one of the challenges faced by many young girls today. If you go to prayer houses, majority of the prayer requests are prayers for a life partner. And this calls for concern.
Casting our minds back to the time of our mothers and grandmothers, was there really much husband scarcity problem? Or, maybe there were more men than women then, or there was a corresponding number of both genders. I don't think so. Maybe then, the women had values and were prepared to build a home and not park into a built home. Then, once a young man came of age and could at least feed himself and his wife, he went out in search of a wife and the woman really appreciated him and helped him to build a future.
What am I really trying to say? Women created for themselves what we now see as husband scarcity. Today, the reverse is the case. Ask an average girl to define her dream husband. You get responses like "He has to be tall, handsome, fair, and rich, own a house at least, and be presentable." Then she adds "God-fearing" in order not to sound so worldly.
Check the number of girls around you and the number of men who meet that standard, and you will see the problem. You hear girls say, "I cannot suffer in my father's house and then go and start suffering with a man."
What a wonderful dream! What if at the beginning of your marriage you have everything you want and there is no suffering but later the table turns and suffering comes? Will you run away? No one prays for suffering but it is better to start small and end big than to start big and end small.
The problem is that the preconceived idea majority of girls have of their ideal man is virtually the same. When 50 girls want the same kind of man and it is only one man who fits the bill, he can marry only one! What becomes of the 49 others? They simply start lamenting of "husband scarcity."
Another irony of our time is that it is hard, due to economic constraints, to find a man who has just come of age for marriage and possesses all those attributes these ladies want. He is not very likely to have acquired those material things legally at that age, except through Internet fraud and sundry crimes. Even the number of young men involved in crime is not enough to match all those misguided ladies searching for already made husbands.
If you look around, majority of the ladies of substance, of good value and virtue, who are ready to build a home with a man who has prospects are married and not complaining of husband scarcity. The easiest way to find a husband now is to change your view of who a husband is. A husband is that man God made and then saw that it may be hard for him to really actualize without a help mate His purpose for making him, and then made the woman and gave to him, and he felt complete and fulfilled.
MARRIAGE IS NOT A POVERTY ALLEVIATION PROGRAM. It is a mission of building the family of God here on earth. For those ladies who see marriage as a way out of poverty, it is a route to bondage. Women are HOME BUILDERS, not HOME WARMERS...
DON'T CONFUSE A MAN'S PATH WITH HIS DESTINY. Where he is today, may only be a route to where God has destined him to be tomorrow. Another truth is that you may be the only fast means to that his destination. Join in alleviating "husband scarcity". Pick up the right values. I am not saying that you should pick anyone that comes your way and talks of marriage; not all men are husband material. What I am saying is that you should stop hinging your standards on material acquisitions or physical appearances. Look beyond the physical.
What makes a man who he is, is not what he owns or how he looks, it is what he is made of. And that which he is made of is, most times, not seen with the physical eyes, only its effects can be seen. Marriage is a permanent thing. Whatever is seen is temporary and that which is not seen is permanent.
Casting our minds back to the time of our mothers and grandmothers, was there really much husband scarcity problem? Or, maybe there were more men than women then, or there was a corresponding number of both genders. I don't think so. Maybe then, the women had values and were prepared to build a home and not park into a built home. Then, once a young man came of age and could at least feed himself and his wife, he went out in search of a wife and the woman really appreciated him and helped him to build a future.
What am I really trying to say? Women created for themselves what we now see as husband scarcity. Today, the reverse is the case. Ask an average girl to define her dream husband. You get responses like "He has to be tall, handsome, fair, and rich, own a house at least, and be presentable." Then she adds "God-fearing" in order not to sound so worldly.
Check the number of girls around you and the number of men who meet that standard, and you will see the problem. You hear girls say, "I cannot suffer in my father's house and then go and start suffering with a man."
What a wonderful dream! What if at the beginning of your marriage you have everything you want and there is no suffering but later the table turns and suffering comes? Will you run away? No one prays for suffering but it is better to start small and end big than to start big and end small.
The problem is that the preconceived idea majority of girls have of their ideal man is virtually the same. When 50 girls want the same kind of man and it is only one man who fits the bill, he can marry only one! What becomes of the 49 others? They simply start lamenting of "husband scarcity."
Another irony of our time is that it is hard, due to economic constraints, to find a man who has just come of age for marriage and possesses all those attributes these ladies want. He is not very likely to have acquired those material things legally at that age, except through Internet fraud and sundry crimes. Even the number of young men involved in crime is not enough to match all those misguided ladies searching for already made husbands.
If you look around, majority of the ladies of substance, of good value and virtue, who are ready to build a home with a man who has prospects are married and not complaining of husband scarcity. The easiest way to find a husband now is to change your view of who a husband is. A husband is that man God made and then saw that it may be hard for him to really actualize without a help mate His purpose for making him, and then made the woman and gave to him, and he felt complete and fulfilled.
MARRIAGE IS NOT A POVERTY ALLEVIATION PROGRAM. It is a mission of building the family of God here on earth. For those ladies who see marriage as a way out of poverty, it is a route to bondage. Women are HOME BUILDERS, not HOME WARMERS...
DON'T CONFUSE A MAN'S PATH WITH HIS DESTINY. Where he is today, may only be a route to where God has destined him to be tomorrow. Another truth is that you may be the only fast means to that his destination. Join in alleviating "husband scarcity". Pick up the right values. I am not saying that you should pick anyone that comes your way and talks of marriage; not all men are husband material. What I am saying is that you should stop hinging your standards on material acquisitions or physical appearances. Look beyond the physical.
What makes a man who he is, is not what he owns or how he looks, it is what he is made of. And that which he is made of is, most times, not seen with the physical eyes, only its effects can be seen. Marriage is a permanent thing. Whatever is seen is temporary and that which is not seen is permanent.
A MOTHER TO MOTHER ADVICE
Enjoy the company of your children.... Very touching message.
A beautiful post from one mother to another mother...
● There were days when My home used to be filled with laughter, arguments, fights, jokes and loads of mischief.
● Pens and books all over, and clothes messing the rooms, thrown on the beds.
●I used to shout at them to tidy up their mess.
In the morning :
• One will wake up and say : Mama I can't find a certain book._
• And the other will say : _I can't find my perfume,_
• And one will say : Mama where's my homework?_
• And another : Mama I forgot to complete my homework._
● Everyone used to ask about their lost possessions. And I will say, but take care of your stuff, be responsible, you have to grow up._
● And today I stand at the doorway of the room. The beds are empty. All the cupboards have only a few pieces of clothes in them. And what remains is the smell of perfume that lingers in the air.
● Everyone had a special smell. So I take in the smell of their perfume for maybe it will fill the empty ache in my heart.
● All I have now is the memory of their laughs and their mischief and their warm hugs.
● Today my house is clean and organized and everything is in its place, and it is calm and peaceful. But it is like a desert with no life in it. Do not become angry with your kids about the mess.
● Every time they come to visit and they spend time with us, when they are ready to leave. They pull their bags and it is as if they tug my heart along with it.
● They close the door behind them and then I stand still and think of the many times I shouted them to close the doors.
● Here I am today, closing my own doors. Nobody opens it besides me. Each one gone to a different city or a different country. All left to find their own path in life.
● They have grown up and I wished that they could stay with me forever.
● Oh! God..... Take care of them & all other children wherever they may be, for You are their guide and protector and always keep them happy.
● If your children are still in the stage that you need to talk and talk before they could get things done in the house, please, cherish and endure it with joy, don't nag, they will soon leave your home for you, remember they were not there at the beginning of your marriage. Now that they are around, make them happy and feel happy yourself.
Dedicated to all Mothers, Fathers, Grandfathers & Grandmothers. Please read twice.
A beautiful post from one mother to another mother...
● There were days when My home used to be filled with laughter, arguments, fights, jokes and loads of mischief.
● Pens and books all over, and clothes messing the rooms, thrown on the beds.
●I used to shout at them to tidy up their mess.
In the morning :
• One will wake up and say : Mama I can't find a certain book._
• And the other will say : _I can't find my perfume,_
• And one will say : Mama where's my homework?_
• And another : Mama I forgot to complete my homework._
● Everyone used to ask about their lost possessions. And I will say, but take care of your stuff, be responsible, you have to grow up._
● And today I stand at the doorway of the room. The beds are empty. All the cupboards have only a few pieces of clothes in them. And what remains is the smell of perfume that lingers in the air.
● Everyone had a special smell. So I take in the smell of their perfume for maybe it will fill the empty ache in my heart.
● All I have now is the memory of their laughs and their mischief and their warm hugs.
● Today my house is clean and organized and everything is in its place, and it is calm and peaceful. But it is like a desert with no life in it. Do not become angry with your kids about the mess.
● Every time they come to visit and they spend time with us, when they are ready to leave. They pull their bags and it is as if they tug my heart along with it.
● They close the door behind them and then I stand still and think of the many times I shouted them to close the doors.
● Here I am today, closing my own doors. Nobody opens it besides me. Each one gone to a different city or a different country. All left to find their own path in life.
● They have grown up and I wished that they could stay with me forever.
● Oh! God..... Take care of them & all other children wherever they may be, for You are their guide and protector and always keep them happy.
● If your children are still in the stage that you need to talk and talk before they could get things done in the house, please, cherish and endure it with joy, don't nag, they will soon leave your home for you, remember they were not there at the beginning of your marriage. Now that they are around, make them happy and feel happy yourself.
Dedicated to all Mothers, Fathers, Grandfathers & Grandmothers. Please read twice.
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