Accidents in Abuja are usually crazy; I don’t know if the good roads have become a curse. Cars now fly in town, from seeing a car fly off Berger Bridge to another one using Apo round-about as the run-way to take off. In all of this chaos be sure to see lots of people who become analysers/sympathisers. On my way out yesterday in a taxi I noticed a cluster of people as well as parked cars, I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me it was an accident. The strangest thing happened when the driver pulled over to the side and when I said Oga dey go now he said I should come down that the affected driver is his brother. This guy didn’t even think of the money he will lose all he knew was an aboki brother needed help. This got me thinking of my Christian walk, how often have I stopped to help a wounded soldier.
For a while now I’ve been questioning some things I’ve observed in our local churches. At some point I thought something was wrong with me but all those lingering thoughts in my heart were justified with a few messages I listened to. During our weekly service on Friday, we basically spent the entire time praying for Nigeria but my heart was really burdened when we were asked to pray for the church.
If you are a regular visitor on this blog, you’ll know my stance on the Church; you can read up Audience of One. We were encouraged to look for a message by Pastor Emmanuel Bosun on ‘Exposing the truth of Nigeria’ he sure doesn’t ring a bell. He’s currently a member of the National Confab. Please I beg of you, if you are a Nigerian search for his message on You-Tube. Remember in this age of information, ignorance is a choice.
I won’t bore you with the entire message but I need to scream it really loud it’s time we killed the enemy known as division in the Church. We gather every Sunday to pray down Heaven and even rain fire and brimstone on our ‘enemies’. Forgetting the worst enemy to fight is the enemy within. We’re supposed to be known first, as Christians before the names of our Churches rather we’ve put the cart before the horse. We’re all known by our beautiful church names, it’s more of a class thing. If you want pretty ladies go to this church, if you want deliverance or amazing praise and worship then there’s a perfect church for it.
While we are playing Church the devil is sowing seeds of discord among the Churches. You can’t marry outside your church or receive the Holy Communion and so on. My brethren I beseech you by the mercies of God let’s get rid of this baby monster growing. I hear Turkey was once a Christian Nation but as I speak it is 99.8% Muslim with 0.2% Christians and Jews. Can’t we see we are no longer practising what the early Christians did, they all shared everything together and I’m sure they shared the hard times too.
We need to come together and fight the enemy, Nigeria belongs to the Lord. We are crying cos’ Boko Haram is killing our brothers and sisters but if we don’t wake up soon, we’ll one day realise they’ve taken over Nigeria and someone will have to tell our kids who can’t find any church again that there was a time we had more than one church on a street. For the records, this post is written to everyone who identifies with the Church regardless of your order of service.
Where ever ladies gather, be sure to experience some form of drama especially when it’s in a salon. My last visit got me laughing real hard and re-iterated what a colleague had told me a while ago. In between I think I prefer male stylist to the females, there’s just something about a man making your hair. Anyway while my hair was being done the other guy starts to gist the lady how he was upset with the gift a customer bought for him when she travelled abroad, he told her he would have preferred a bleaching cream. Now this got me interested, did I mention he’s a skin expert and I just kept on looking at his skin (gist for another day). The lady starts to mention other skin experts in town, who make double cos’ when they recommend the cream, the lady comes back with a problem of burnt skin hence another recommendation.
A new colour known as Abuja Colour has been discovered, if you ask me, it should be included in Guinness World Book of Records. A little history digression, Abuja is the Capital of Nigeria with approximately 170 million people, Nigeria is found in the West of Africa and Africa is one of the 7 continents of the world cos someone somewhere still thinks Africa is a state. I’m pretty sure by now you know what Abuja Colour is but for the benefit of those who don’t know, it’s simply light-skinned ladies, I mean really white. It has become the new cool; almost everyone wants to be fair. I saw a lady the other day who was a half caste but hers is a special type, her face was really white but her hands and feet were black. When did we get to this? The lady who the stylist was talking to, said something really remarkable (I think she deals on cosmetics and body care products), the manufacturer of some of the products (whitening cream) she sells said a person isn’t supposed to use more than 3 bottles the whole of their lifetime cos of the effect on the skin leading to cancer… WHAAAATTTT!!!
A few months ago People Magazine named Lupita Nyong’o cast of 12 years a slave, 2014 World’s Most Beautiful Woman. Some people felt she wasn’t the best choice but it was really beyond physical beauty and more of her confidence in her skin. In her speech where she won the Essence Magazine Black Women in Hollywood Breakthrough Performance Award, she said she wished she was fairer as a teenager until she came across Alek Wek a black model who was on so many magazines and billboard. Her mom told her ‘You can’t eat beauty; it doesn’t feed you cos you can’t rely on how you look to sustain you’. She ended by saying she hopes everyone viewing her on their screen can feel the validation of their external beauty but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside which has no shade of beauty.
Are fair ladies beautiful? Yes but it doesn’t mean black or brown skin ladies ain’t beautiful too. Isn’t it amazing to see people go out on the beach to get sun-tanned while those who have the exact skin colour want to change theirs? I’m really wondering what will make me drop my brown skin or like my friend will call it toast bread colour for a lighter one. You don’t have to depend on the tone of your skin to validate your beauty. I won’t bore you with the health implication of skin whitening but a little reminder you are beautiful just the way you are.
Bruno Mars has a lil’ something to say to the ladies
When I compliment her she won’t believe me And it’s so, it’s so Sad to think that she don’t see what I see But every time she asks me, “Do I look okay?” I say, When I see your face There’s not a thing that I would change ‘Cause you’re amazing Just the way you are
Over the years I’ve become a fan of Shawarma. My first taste of it was in Owerri; Channel O was the place to be for a good bite, interestingly it went for as little as N300 then. Although there were other outlets but Channel O was the yardstick for patronizing them. I moved to Abuja and went on a search for a tasty Shawarma and found it in Shawarma King; although theirs was wrapped in paper it didn’t deter me from enjoying it, I had gotten so used to taking off each layer of foil (Channel O) to reveal the large chunks of meat, chicken or sausage mixed with shredded vegetables and a good dose of chili, hmmm the thought of it right now.
I’m currently on leave and spending a part of it in Accra; sure needed some rest. I stepped out yesterday to get a local SIM because my lovely MTN did some magic with my airtime, guess my period of basking in the euphoria of using my Nigerian line on BlackBerry without any extra cost was over. Headed for the Accra Mall, got the new SIM and thank God for my guide/cousin who whispered to me that airtime was called Tap Up *Ghanaian accent* (Top up Nigerian Accent), wish you could see the look on the Sales girl’s face when I pronounced it lol. Looked around and decided I could try my hands on some of their food. Got to one of the eateries; didn’t have to waste so much time when I saw Shawarma. Placed an order for a Chicken Shawarma with chips and even requested for additional chili. I was pretty excited to have my teeth feast on it but… the joy was caught short when it arrived. I will let you figure out what exactly I was served.
I was too disappointed to talk, my cousin kept on laughing at me while she enjoyed her meal; in fact she called it Unleavened Bread. Seriously it wasn’t funny at all, but I chose to abandon the make-believe Shawarma (there were no chunks of chicken inside for compensation) *smh* vigorously; laughed over it, shared my cousin’s meal with her and got a large size of Pepperoni Pizza.
How often have we desired something, in fact you already have the mental picture in your head. It may not be a meal maybe a job, partner, project etc. and for some reason when you finally get it, it falls beyond your expectation. What’s your reaction when it happens? Do you go creating a scene with the waiters or management (that’s if you were served unleavened bread instead of Shawarma)? Will it make you stop eating Shawarma? Truth is, we often let one incidence determine the rest of our lives. You set out to start a project and you failed at it, dust yourself up and go back to the drawing board; your last relationship didn’t work, move on and improve yourself in whatever capacity you find, you decided to quit smoking for 30 days , you were successful until the 25th day when you took a few drags and now you’re beating yourself and gradually drowning in low self-worth, a little advice you’re human and if you could stay without it for 24 days you can start again and remember your self-will won’t do the magic look to God to step into your weakness and watch the transformation.
Maybe I didn’t mention your own case, but you can relate it to the others mentioned. Don’t stop desiring and dreaming. An American author James Van Praagh said “He’d rather look forward and dream, rather than look backwards and regret”. My love for Shawarma hasn’t died, Oh Yea I’m going still eat it but I’ll be more careful with where I’m buying it from.
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