World Teacher's Day!

Here's me appreciating the world's best teacher - my grandmother

Chill before you think I'm being biased, read through my story.................I don't know where I would be if not for those timestable you made me recite every night whether nepa brought light or not, and if I missed one I had to start all over from the beginning and how you made me have 2 textbooks for every subject.(one for school, one for you). See, Grandma would make us start preparing for the new class even before the summer classes started, so there was no time to even watch tv, you either had to read or sleep.either of the two.No tv. I used to cry back then ehn! She took it upon herself to ensure that we knew how to solve those quantitative reasoning questions (I wonder why they were so tough) and verbal reasoning. What about the essay book Grandma got me, every weekend I must write a commendable essay if not I was in big soup!


I remember those times in Primary 6 when we were just always too excited and the noise in the class used to get unbearable. "I'm taking all of you to grandma's office" Mummy Shittu would say and Pim! we would all be quiet just with that statement because we knew grandma wouldn't tolerate noise making for anything. At times, we just couldn't escape the punishment and we would have to be taken to the proprietress (grandma's) office. You would think I would be treated but Grandma would give everyone else the normal strokes of cane and when it got to my turn! Ahh! It would be like I was the only person making noise as I would get beaten triple of what I was supposed to get. "Oya say I would not make noise in class, repeat after me"....poor me, in between jumping for the strokes of cane and muffled tears "yes grandma, yes grandma, I would not make noise in class" 😂😂😂

Mehn this woman tried for me, when it was time for common entrance! Right from primary 5 I had all the types and kinds of UGO.C.UGO that was ever published (you can imagine) and every evening after normal school oh and lesson, I was required to solve those questions for her. Sometimes I would peep to see the answers at the back but grandma would always know because she marked each one by herself.

Don't think grandma was a wicked teacher oh! No way! When you misbehaved and she had given you the appropriate strokes of cane, grandma would bring out paracetamol and tell you to take it so that you wouldn't have headache out of the many tears...lol. She always had goodies for us! Like always! There was Noreos biscuits, cream crackers, okin biscuits, wafers. Name it! Grandma had it all!

I could keep on telling stories and stories that would only emphasize on the same point - My grandma was the definition of every alphabet contained in the word T.E.A.C.H.E.R

The funny thing is that every child that has come across grandma would say the same thing if not even more because this woman is selfless to the core, loving each child like he/she was her own. Even till now.

Grandma I thank you for all what you taught me right from when I was young even up till now. Was it not only last week you taught me something new again "when you realize you're wrong, make sure you try to be better next time". Grandma forgive me because these words I've written are not even 5 percent close to all the beautiful things you've done and taught me. All I'm saying is that I appreciate you ma! May God continually strengthen and uphold you ma! È pe fun wàá ma! You're a real queen!

On behalf of all the children you've ever taught personally or those that passed through your school, Children's Foundation School, I say a BIG THANK YOU! We can't repay you for all the sacrificies you've made in order to make each and every one of us what we are today and one day certainly isn't enough to appreciate you but we can promise you that we would not dissapoint you instead we would make you proud! We love you!









Happy Worlds Teachers Day!

THE PRODIGAL

Sometimes, I see myself as the prodigal son.'-_-' you may say with raised eyebrows but yes that is exactly what I mean, the only thing is that this time, I might have wandered off on my own more than once.

It's almost like a cycle, being repentant, then nothing goes wrong, fellowship reduces which causes consciousness to drop, feel sober for a while, realize my wrongs and then talk to God.

You know the last time I prayed I told God 'I always say sorry Lord, I want to move past his, I want to grow in you, I know you'll forgive me but I want more than this'. And he helped me, he really did, the only thing is that is feel I'm at that point again.

The lyrics of this song begin to play in my mind

"I know that I'm not all that I can be,

my weakness seems to get the best of me

but as long as you are here, I know that I can make it,

Every step along the way, please hear my prayer"

In some way, I know he has given me the strength to go past this. I know that although I might have fallen, surely I will rise again in him for he is the strength of my heart.

I wonder how many might feel this way atimes...I wonder how many might understand what I'm saying from the prodigal point of view.

You just know, you know it in your heart when you're distant from him, nobody needs to convince you, because he's the owner of your heart you sometimes feel like something's missing, you might be happy and all smiling to everybody but it just seems likes there's a missing piece.

Please do not hesitate to talk to him cuz Jesus is all you need plus no matter how much you mess up and feel 'Infact i'm a lost case' he is there. WAITING for you.

Revelations 3:20;

'Behold, I stand at the door & knock 

If anyone hears my voice and opens the door,

I will come in to him and eat with Him,and he with me'.

AT MIDNIGHT.

As the clock ticked, she could hear every second that brought her closer to her most dreaded moment. She closed her eyes to shut out the thoughts but they were already drawing near. What would she do this time. ‘I don’t want this’ ‘I don’t want this’ ‘I don’t want this’ she screamed. If only the walls could hear her, instead they only swallowed her cries and left her void. The only thing filling her right now was GUILT.

Hey guys, I would have loved to write a lot more on this, probably write a story. The fact is you know your story, how the addiction began to the denial stage to when you realized it was an addiction to when you felt you couldn’t do anything about it to when you realized you needed to do something about it to when you had had just enough to the point....

I don’t really plan to write much on this but I’ll like to implore you to meet the master. I’m not saying you’re not a ‘christian’ or you’re a bad person or anything like that. I’m saying be true to whatever’s happening with you right now and lay it at the feet of Jesus. He listens. He cares. He won’t judge you. He’ll help you through it.

I pray for you that the Almighty God be with you through whatever you might be facing. I pray that you conform to his image so that when he comes that day you’ll be his bride…..pure and acceptable.

P.S – if there’s someone you trust, you could share whatever you're facing so as to keep you in check.

God bless you.

THE PAIN OF LOSING SOMEONE

Waking up this morning, grateful for the gift of life I start thinking what really is life.
It is as vapor I would say, one minute it's here and the next minute it's gone. Writing this short poem even as I sympathize with a friend, yes a friend, one of the blog's regular readers. I pray you'll be comforted through this pain, for no amount of words can make up for what you lost.

She was so beautiful,
Her chocolate-like skin glowed as the rays of the sun danced around her,
Her smile...it was so perfect, you had to stand still

The joy she brought whenever she was around,
That light laughter and the little beautiful creases that lined by her eyes,
She had an aura, she definitely did
To him none was like her

But then everything started,
The pain she felt within her,
Her skin seemed like it started to lose its glow,
The life in her laughs seemed to be fading,
This certainly can't be happening,
How can a soul so beautiful and pure yet experience such pain,
How could life be so cruel,you would say,
But she didn't waver in her belief in God,
She stood firm on the solid rock, her very firm foundation

Even as she passed through the painful process,
The weakening thoughts,
The check-ups, the drugs,
The tears, if only they would heal her flesh,

But even as she passed through the valleys of the shadows of death,
She knew she would be with her king soon, her lover,
Surely he would take care of her own,

Death! you may have totured her body,
But you never got to her soul,
For she stayed strong gazing at her Saviour,
even till the end.
Ps 73:26

Rest in Him.
Till you meet with the ones you love again.