Your arrival is guaranteed

Commuting within certain parts of Lagos can be a nightmare, especially when you work or live on the mainland. Although nothing can be worse than having a driver who doesn’t know the roads…You just might not get home until midnight.

Have you ever boarded a bus and your driver decides to take you on an excursion around Lagos instead of going through the major route?

I remember when I use to commute from Oshodi (my workplace) to Alagbado Ijaye (Home) in 2015. By 5pm after close of work, every experienced driver knew not to take the major route to Sango…or he did never return in time for a second loading.

One interesting thing was how they maneuver their way, seemingly moping through countless streets and unpaved paths from Agege, Iju and eventually bursting out at Abule-Egba, a place both driver and passengers are familiar with, having left the traffic behind …before then you were almost certain you were completely lost or somewhere in Ibadan.

Today, I still wonder how they knew those unmapped roads and journeyed seamlessly even in thick darkness, all I know is that I get home in one piece just in time to watch “Married Again”. God help you if your bus driver no know road😝

This we speak of one who is often time high on Alomo bitters, yet knows the roads better, a man whose driving confirms he never went to driving school, whose driver’s license obviously isn’t in existence…one whose only goal is coming back for another load(of passengers). Yet we trust him to get us to our destination.

How much more when God is the One behind the wheels…

Friends, fear not. Your arrival is guaranteed!



One strategy that works…always.

Whilst I have my reservation about Nollywood, I must confess that certain movie scenes still hit the mark.

Remember the last time you saw a wife ask her husband for something important (like money for the latest shoe or hand bag) in a movie, it’s usually done in the middle of the night. She quietly puts on the red light, lean over her husband and calls him a fruit/food…words such as “Honey or Sugar” suddenly becomes his first name.
Sure enough, the sugared male wakes up. Although tired, her irresistible touch and sweet voice keeps him awake. He sits up and then she breaks the news to him – “Honey, please I need 100k for my hand bag”…

Ever wondered why she executes her game plan at night? Whoever writes this scenes must have learnt a few tricks from the book of Ruth.
Well, here is the full gist. Lets go to Ruth chapter three(3) and verses three and four

“Take a bath. Put on some perfume. Get all dressed up and go to the threshing floor. But don’t let him know you’re there until the party is well under way and he’s had plenty of food and drink. When you see him slipping off to sleep, watch where he lies down and then go there. Lie at his feet to let him know that you are available to him for marriage. Then wait and see what he says. He’ll tell you what to do.”

It’s an ancient strategy that always works, it worked for Ruth and ever since it has been working for most women, except the ones dating or married to truck drivers( you certainly don’t want to wake his tired body and soul after a long day sitting behind the wheels, abeg wait till morning oo my sister).

Blessed with a wise and experienced mother-in-law, Ruth was positioned for success. She was the first to propose to a man without literally proposing (ladies, are you still with me? I wonder who said it wasn’t a lady’s thing to do) having understood the psychology of dating(for a lack of proper word).

A few tips on how it’s been done by the Pro.

1. Take a bath: In simple words, put your past behind honey. Get over your exes, let go of the past and put aside the pain. Drop the heavy baggage of regret and resentment…freshen up young lady.

2. Put on some perfume: Come on ladies, if poor Ruth could afford a perfume back then you don’t have an excuse. I mean, regardless of your religious beliefs even Jesus was pleased with a prostitute for bringing one along. Plait that hair of yours sister, stop looking 50 at 20, it’s criminal offence ma. Best of all, put on the greatest makeup ever made; a genuine smile…as priceless as your loving heart.

3. Get all dressed up: I certainly don’t expect you to dress like Naomi, the old widow who isn’t looking for a husband nor should you dress like Boaz’s mother, a prostitute by profession. I don’t know about other men, but I feel a bit irritated when a lady dresses up in clothes that display her breast like N50 oranges begging to be squeezed. It’s rather appalling.
Dress your best, by all means let the curve loose but don’t confuse the poor man. Wink*
4. Go to the threshing floor(give him a treat) : I know this may not sound convectional in this part of the world, but can I ask when last you took him on a date and paid the bills? Okay, that’s suppose to be his duty right…Who says so? Take the initiative, spoil your man a bit.wink*
5. Stuff him with plenty of food and drinks: It’s often said that the way to a man’s heart is through his belly(count me out though because i practically eat once a
On a serious note, whilst am not advocating that you become his housemaid or chief cook, send the man to heaven with your delicacies whenever you can (preferably let the cooking be in your home when he comes visiting). Trust me, good food can twist a man’s tongue and open wide his cheque book.
6. Watch where he lies and go there: Nothing trips a man than having a friend in his woman, someone who believes and shares his dreams, who shows interest in his hobbies however weird it seems. Honey, find out his life vision, give him your support, be his playmate and he would dance to your tune anytime any day…don’t believe, go ask your mama.wink*
And by all means honey, let him know you are available to him for marriage…It’s not an offense under our Nigerian laws abeg!
Oh, don’t forget to send my an invite for your wedding. Smiles*


But for the Blood

But for the blood
This porn addict would have become a drug addict,
This dullard would have never become a drop out,
This negro would have never become a hero,
This son of man would have never become a son of God.
This hell bent would have never become heaven bound.
This monster would have never become a minister
I am who and what I am but for the precious blood of my redeemer; Jesus Christ.

In love with a harlot 3

Although she was forced into promiscuity,

Marriage cannot restore her virginity,

Neither can it redeem her identity,

A mere change of surname has no power to erase her iniquity.

Neither can it heal her infirmities.

I hear she’s even slept with some celebrities, all in futility.

Solomon would have been the first to tell her that vanity upon vanity,

All is vanity…


In love with a harlot 2

…I am attracted, not to her skimpy dress or her augmented breast.

Nor to her sugar coated lips or her dangling hips.

Not even to her seductive looks or her scary tattoos.

But to her bruised and bleeding heart.

I am attracted to her hidden pain and silent shame.

What would heal her tainted soul?

Maybe getting married to her would…just maybe?

But then again, there are so many of her out there. I simply cannot marry them all…


In love with a harlot 1

She seeks to be loved, but sex is all she gets.
She needs money, but selling her body is the only way she knows.
She hopes to be a mother someday, but Postinor2 says no.
She has countless boyfriends but still feels alone.
Living with other whores has left her without a soul.
Home is wherever she spends the night.
Though she has a name, she is known as “customer” by men whose eyes πŸ‘€ only want to see her nude.
At first her half naked presence feels repulsive, but something attracts me to her…
To be continued.

When God kills for you

Murder is said to be a sin, but not when God is the one committing it especially not when He is doing it on your behalf.
In the same way the US Army would war against and kill enemies of the states in order to protect her people, God isn’t ashamed of committing murder to protect you His beloved one. The only difference is whilst these gallant men of war may also be killed in battle, the One who kills for you can not be killed by any weapon or being.
I dare say that the One who kills for you is unkillable!
Centuries ago, God proved this truth with the enemies of His people(Israel)- Pharaoh and his chariots. After several warnings and reprimanding, this unrepentant crew got a taste of God’s wrath; death by drowning…not a single person among the six hundred chariots nor their drivers survived to tell the story.
“…God dumped the Egyptians in the middle of the sea. The waters returned, drowning the chariots and riders of Pharaoh’s army that had chased after Israel into the sea. Not one of them survived.” Exodus 14:27-28(MSG)
And this was just a token of His love for us.
Fast-forward 2000years after, nothing has reduced of this strong love of His neither has He stopped the killing spree…Only, the time He kills His One and Only begotten Son(Jesus) for our redemption.
Whilst Saint Valentine could die for just a few married folks, Christ died for all, His blood was pure and strong enough to save us all; his free gift is eternal life to all.
What can we say of this kind of love, that a Father should sacrifice His Only Son for sinful strangers like you and I?
My friends, that’s how much God loves us, in deed He would go any length to keep us safe and saved eternally.
Though you might not have a Val today(you are not alone honey, cause I don’t have one either.wink*), worry not yourself…He who owns the universe is madly in love with you.πŸ˜‡πŸ˜πŸ™ƒπŸ˜˜πŸ€“