Friday, February 25, 2011


It’s been a tough week for me. On Monday, I started out full of energy, savouring the sunshine, however, a cloud appeared midday Tuesday. I got a mail “...we will not be proceeding further with your interviews” it said.
I had been on that process since August 2009. I had passed the aptitude test and 3 interviews, how could they suddenly end the process? It was my dream job. I had sacrificed a lot for this opportunity...  
My mind was processing too many thoughts simultaneously.
Fast forward to Wednesday, mum texts to say I should forget about another job I had been hopeful for. Apparently she had called an insider (her cousin) who told her in confidence that the board members and top management had swapped names on the merit list for their ‘candidates’ *sigh*.
I still do not know how I found sleep that night. But I remember waking up in-between and remembering I had declared 2011 my year of elevation. Only then did my faith regain its strength.
I wondered how I found it easy to empathise with others and advice them to keep hope alive yet it was herculean for me. So I turned to the bible and reassured myself that all will be well, all I had to do was:
Forget the problems and hold on to the promises – Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old– Isaiah 43:18.
Let go of the disappointments and await the appointment - Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert – Isaiah 43:19.
I have since begun re-strategising, after all, if plan A doesn’t work, no qualms, there are still 25 letters left. I have also promised myself not to worry, because I do not want wrinkles. Moreover, nothing is too difficult for God to do (Jeremiah 32:27) and HIS plans for me are grand (Jeremiah 29:11) and because HE is ever faithful (Numbers 23:19, 23), I’ll be back to share my testimony soon.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


The story continues, if you missed the first part, please go here

For a moment I thought I would pass out, but I didn’t, I couldn’t. Not now...

I held the paper with trembling hands. I felt everything... anger, betrayal, resentment... I had been hurt by my confidant, my soul mate, my best friend, my husband...

With another bang on the bedroom door, I jolted back to the present. There was no need to fight anymore, this battle has been won. I was holding in my hands the stone that’ll knock these goliaths dead for life, all I had to do was sling it with my last energy and so I headed for the door.

Just then, I heard a voice.

Stopping in my tracks, I listened as it became louder...

Like someone possessed with some kind of demon, I spun around, holding my ears. The voice was mine... the words I had spoken years before were replaying so loudly... “For better, for worse, in sickness and in health, through good and bad times...” the vow I read heartily. NOOOOOOOO!!!

And then I stopped to think, just as I whispered ‘Lord, teach me to apply wisdom’.

Moments later, I slowly unlocked the bedroom door as I pulled out my travelling bag, ready to leave. My feet had found strength again. Amidst the rain of abuses from my in-laws, I headed for my car. And then before getting in, I looked at them all once again, letting out a weak smile, I shook my head.

As I got in, I looked at the papers again. If only they knew... maybe... just maybe... but I couldn’t tell them, I couldn’t show them the different medical reports confirming my husband’s impotence. Reports he had tucked away in his VID bag... all 4 of them, hidden from me all through the years. I loved him too much to let this secret out, and even though this hurts so badly, I was going to cover his shame, because that is what you do for the one you love.

If you were in her shoes, would you be able to forgive your husband for keeping such a huge secret? Would you show them (your in-laws) the reports and let out the secret that your husband has been shooting blanks? Or would you ask him upon his return to disclose his condition?
What would you do?


Thursday, February 10, 2011


I am so disgusted at the news on BBC today. The story is about 20 year old Claudia Seye Aderotimi, who has just died following a silicon injection administered on her in a hotel room. The reports say she had travelled from London to Pennsylvania to get the ‘buttocks injection’ which she ordered via the internet.

Pray tell, why would anyone, a Nigerian at that, still be interested in body enhancement after the numerous deaths in recent times? Let’s assume at 15, she wasn’t old enough to understand the causes of Stella Obasanjo’s death in 2005, is she so cut off from technology that she hasn’t seen the stories about Michael Jackson???

As the name ‘Claudia’ depicts, she’s of a Christian background, probably a catholic, aren’t there teachings about this in the bible?

So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them. (Genesis 1 : 27)

Aren’t we Africans? A people who are distinguished worldwide for their ‘heavy lips’, ‘bulging tummy’ and ‘mountain moving backside’?

I can almost assume that this girl is a student in the UK with family members and friends who love and dote on her, whom she has now thrown into tears and sadness, all for the mundane desire of a body that rocks?

We must re-orientate our young ones in the way of the Lord. They must begin to understand that they were made by the perfect creator and that their bodies are the temple of the Lord and must be kept holy.

I will praise thee for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well (Psalm 139:14)

Parents, guardians, religious groups and churches have a lot more to do. In a world where there are revolutions everywhere, where young people are seeking to make an impact and write their names in the sands of time, no one should be driven by low self esteem as to embark on a suicidal journey such as these.

Love yourself in totality because asides from the TRINITY (God the father, Son and Holy Spirit), no one else will love you perfectly.

Beauty is not in the face, it is a light in the heart.

What shall it profit a man to gain the world (in this case, people's admiration) and lose his own soul (Mark 8: 36).

The boyfriend or 'babes' she probably sought to impress would shed tears, but only for a while and move on with their lives. Some will learn, others will promise to use a qualified physician in a proper hospital. The cycle goes on. For how long shall a generation continue like this?


Monday, February 7, 2011


I apologise to everyone who tried dropping comments on the last post but couldn't.
I just realized I had messed with the settings thus disabling comments.
Thanks for trying anyway.
T.Notes, thanks for the heads up.

Finally, I crawled to the dressing table, blinded by tears. And with all the strength I could muster, I reached out for the wipes... my life, as I knew it had just ended, but I wasn’t going to give these women the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

How could this be happening to me?

But why?
We had been married ten years, eight of which had seen me go through the wilderness, his mum and sisters had made life miserable for me... the name calling, ridicule and humiliations.
My husband had tried to protect me, he never talked about it, he... no we, we believed it was going to happen in God’s time. Unfortunately, his job had taken him away from home more often than I would have wanted, and for each day he was away, I had faced the full wrath of his relatives.
Now they were about to throw me out, and I find this...

Slowly, I picked up my ‘VID’ bag ... it seemed easier than picking up pieces of my now shattered life. On second thought, I unzipped it and took out what would now be my life. I couldn’t take that bag with me.
A trophy was the last thing I needed... he had given me that bag right after our marriage. It was to keep ‘very important documents’. He had one just like it... I remember thinking how thoughtful he was, as I neatly arranged my certificates in it.
Unknown to me then, that same bag was to house the lie I would be living.

 To be Continued...

Hey fellaz, what would you do if you're on a date and your partner orders SOAP as opposed to all the other delicious items on the menu? Or ladies, let's just say your friend comes visiting and while you prepare something to entertain her she starts munching your bar soap, or licking your detergent? What would you do?
Did you say impossible? Then you haven't heard about 19 year old Tempestt Henderson (by the way, why would someone be named Tempest? Even with the spelling variation, all I can think about is the dictionary meaning... *sigh*)

Tempestt licking detergent.