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Thursday, 17 July 2014

Thankful Thursday...

And all things work together for good for those who love God and those who are called according to His purpose - Romans 8:28

I got an author certificate today. I also got late today, a tree fell across Ahmadu Bello Way, the yoruba phrase that is just right escapes me. Let me show you my eZine author certificate, I worked the hardest in my life to earn it so I am glad. It turns out the certificate is in PDF and I am not certain how to convert it to a PNG, JPEG or any other picture format.

Sisiyemmie is getting married to Bobonice today. They have probably finished their trad and are looking forward to a lovely white wedding tomorrow. I wonder if it is in Dubai, seeing as they won the 15 million naira for that wedding competition. I went by the blog and clicked a link to go to the site, see as many haters gather. They were arguing about who won and who deserved to win. I was just amazed. I didn't even bother my head.

What else is fun that is currently happening?

I have a writers meet on a Saturday soon. I am so going to be there. I also have a training for tuesday and thursdays for 8 weeks I can't make. I just have to call the wonderful people who shortlisted my name and tell them I have to take a rain check. Much as I love computers I can't be there but I am so glad to have made the shortlist. My months have been full of testimonies of God's goodness and it would be terribly introvertish of me to complain about the things I should be thanking God for so...

Baba God, thank You
I got my eyes on You.

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

George Clooney is getting married to..

George Clooney is getting married to a lebanese lady.

The gossip rags came out with a story that her mom was not in support of the marriage. They did so for the publicity value. The story can be read here

Who did this please?

You would be shocked to know that I was pleased because the article confirmed what I already know that the superstars, actors, actresses, musicians control their dirt all by themselves.

Some even create their own dirt (I am looking down with a big microscope at Wande Coal and all the times he has appeared naked. I am also looking at Mocheddah and L.D. 'Okpolo' eye even though I don't have okpolo eye').

Why am I pleased?

Twitter has taken the place of the newspapers all without trying. How do I know? If a bomb happens in Yobe or Abuja or wherever, I hear on twitter first. That Sudanese woman who was going to be killed, I heard on twitter that she got freed, I am waiting to hear that she has relocated to the Americas with her husband and two sons.

Why am I pleased?

I am a social media manager, that means more business for me. Smart advertisers won't go to the newspapers as often as they used to. They would come to social media: Facebook, twitter, linkedin, instagram, blogs and they will be needing social media managers for years to come.

If you are interested in being trained, holla me at I will teach you a few things and then I believe if you are creative enough, you will follow your nose.

I have a PR blog at

I am learning to be an entrepreneur at


Tomorrow I am taking a cue from and I am blogging about yummy food. I still have just one pic of the food but if you see it, you will place an order immediately. Working class peeps, she makes house calls also. Let's wait till tomorrow then.

Friday, 11 July 2014

Osewhen asked me what my faith means to me.
I didn't want to write much. I will just copy my comment and paste here.

Jesus is everything to me
I get so tongue-tied talking about Him
but I can write forever.

Here is what I wrote:

I am not perfect
I am by no means perfect in character
I know that I have come to the city of just men made perfect
I have confessed Jesus as LORD (and I think you should too)
It is important
My most important gift from Christianity is the Holy Ghost
I think that you should desire Him
He has turned my life upside down and right side up
He is so awesome
One of the first things He told me was “the letter kills but the Spirit gives life”.
It changed my life
My life aint perfect but in the painting of my life, the Holy Ghost has written lovely tapestries that religion would never do for me. I would rather have relationship with God than religion
I talk to God
I know that sounds crazy
He talks back to me and that is the most amazing thing about my faith
Instead of praying to God, I just chat with Him about the stuff I want or what I know I have in Him based on His word and I worship a lot
I always get chatty when I am done, I don’t complain
Instead I talk to God and appreciate Him and who He is and what He is on His own and who He is to me and How He is so awesome.
No time to complain to God when we should be chatting.
Well this is what I said.
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Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Seek, Find, Live

I found this blog today. Her name is Dora
I read her post and felt hugged. Her words cut through.

I hear some words and I don't even think it pierces through the haze I sometimes feel. This got to my soul today and maybe it will get to yours too.

I saw so much word on her blog and maybe it was the word but I think her blog has a touch of the Holy Ghost. I can't say why I love the Holy Ghost, I just know that when I am conscious of Him, I feel alive. Like I have been living somehow 'without' that thing. I just know that I read her blog and the word ministered to my spirit. My soul felt good. Exodus 23:25 used to be my constant confession. It is on her blog too.

I am conscious of God. Too darn conscious of Him and I wouldn't have it any other way.

When I wasn't conscious of God, all I was conscious of, was how smart I am, how intelligent I am, how perfect my eyes, ears, nose, legs, body is. So it is not like I don't have flesh. I do. I just know what to prefer now. I prefer God. I put Him first. I kill my narcissistic tendencies when they show up, or rather when the Holy Spirit shows them to me. I am His and He is mine. There is nothing that the devil can do about it through whoever. Forever yoked to Christ and pledged to Him. My allegiance is to Him. His allegiance is to me and I trust in His word. I asked Him when I gave my life to Him or received His life; to prove Himself to me and He hasn't stopped. I know God on a supernatural plane. I don't view Him as far away. He is as close as I can voice out and call to Him. I do call and I will call. 

I am not soft. Nothing about me is soft. I do look soft on the outside but I have a very analytical, calculating brain. It doesn't fit my external looks. However I am not what I look like on the outside. God gave me a beautiful house and I am grateful for it. I am my recreated human spirit, alive to God and to righteousness, dead to sin and its baser nature.

I am so following that chic. There are not many people I read and I am instinctively inspired to write about God. There are few and I keep them close. I have lots of people I talk to but not many friends and I like it like that. God and I have a covenant that whoever and whatever I need will come my way. I am open to the people necessary for my destiny but the other people, I am not willing to invest my time, emotions and my energy in everyone BUT when I sense that something is necessary for my destiny, I give it everything I have got. I focus my energies in the direction that God is leading me and He does lead me.

Two CEOs. Read about Bukky George on Mrs. O's blog (

I get a sense of fulfilment from working on this blog because it is a nation builder. Nigeria's and indeed Africa's entrepreneurs and future leaders are being built via this blog so I feel a responsibility to give it all I have got but this will give vision and save the purpose of many. I love to help people birth their dreams because God so orchestrated my life that all the right people necessary to get me to where I am going always came to me and had the right words to say to me to get me moving on the God path. I am glad they were obedient, I am more glad that God in His wisdom caused me to be receptive to their words. I am blessed and because I am blessed I would like you to be also. I cannot do the difficult thing for you though, things like commitment and discipline and sticking to God's word like velcro. I can provide the information and resources that you need in the hope that it will cause you to wake up to your vision and start fulfilling the purpose God has for you.

God bless you all

I have an inkling this blog post will cause change. Thank you Holy Ghost for your guidance.I can feel God's hand on me. waoh.
Please be blessed. Do take advantage. Learn how. If you seek, you will find

It is the glory of God to hide a thing
It is the honour of kings to seek it out

Or something like that.

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Blogging too!

I love blogging. It represents the uninhibited part of me. As a child, I was so impulsive, I would jump up and do an experiment and create something marvellous. Growing up, I knew I would have to lose the impulsiveness or get into trouble.

Photo Courtesy Google Images

I also had to learn tact because there were all sorts of nasty people outside the friend circle who did not mind street fighting for no good reason or for what they termed was ‘good enough reason’.
The naturally intelligent ‘me’ did not understand people resort to underhanded means and dishonourable character traits appeared. It was disgusting! It still is, difference is, now I half expect it.

Where is Nigeria's Department of Justice?
Picture Courtesy Google Image

Now that I am older, I understand that dishonourable traits and characteristics appear because your opponents/counterparts realise that they can never beat you on a level playing field and so they resort to many crooked practices. Very much like our Nigerian politicians. When competing against a good man, you stretch out your right hand to give a bribe so that another equally perverse soul can pervert justice.
Whatever, this is just an aside.

My blogging topic today is God and His nature and His character.
I know I have said this before but I will have to say it again, after all I didn’t get it immediately I heard it.

A dear friend shared something on social media and the conclusion of the matter was that God will punish you.
Growing up, my siblings and I had a time or two when we said to each other: God will punish you. Afterwards I would lie in bed wondering what form the punishment would come in.
It took me a while after being saved to discover that God doesn't punish. It is man who breaks the hedge. When a hedge is broken, it can be mended.

God is faithful and kind and loving.
Someone would counteract me now and say, God is a consuming fire. Yes He is. He consumed the sacrifice that Elijah put down. It was a sign that He was pleased with Elijah’s offering and then Elijah killed the 300/400 prophets of Baal.
God does not destroy his covenant children. As excellent as the old covenant is, we are not living under the old covenant; we are living under the new covenant. God bless the soul of the man of God who taught me this. He is a man that is not afraid to carry the mandate of God. I pray that the LORD God will strengthen me so that I also will have the power to carry what God says like I am carrying something special. I want to be able to hear God and speak it exactly as He says without feeling the need to add my bravado or feeling so inadequate as if, why would God choose me?

So God is not waiting to punish you with a good thing. God doesn't set traps. If you are not convinced, pray, fast and sincerely seek the face of God; He rewards those who diligently seek Him.
Yesterday’s post was going to be about my stubborn pursuers and the critics who will not let me or my family be; but I have handed them over to the LORD in prayer. I don’t need to deal with what God is dealing with. Thank God the Holy Ghost stopped me in time.

A word from my meditation this morning:
Many church don’t believe this BUT
i.                    God has not called us to dominate other human beings or manipulate them, that is witchcraft. God doesn’t act like that. He gives free will. Study His attributes
ii.                  God asks us to command the things on the earth. Have rule over them using the name of Jesus in prayer.
iii.                About other human beings, He says, we should ask of Him. He is the creator and He is able to handle them perfectly
iv.                God does not call us to revenge, He calls us to forgive and trust Him
v.                  God is written about in the bible. Read the bible and find out who He is. Don’t take my word for it or the word of anyone else
vi.                Don’t trust me. Trust God. Trust His word. He is the one to be magnified

That’s all for now! Until next time, I am living the favoured life God packaged for me and mine. I am content. I wouldn’t want to live any other life.

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Thursday, 26 June 2014


One who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature.
"I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil  (canceled out the previous word to put witty, you get what you ask for) witty sense of humor...
- From here (I googled the word)

I decided all that means that I am sapiosexual."

Just when I finally decided that I knew what a metrosexual is (Metrosexual: a heterosexual, usually urban male who pays much attention to his personal appearance and cultivates an upscale lifestyle. adjective. 2. pertaining to or being a ...) sapiosexual comes on the scene.

God forbid that I will be one who doesn't keep up with the current trends and happenings in the world.

I think it is true though.
I am a sapiosexual so if you are dumb upstairs as far as I am concerned, you don't even exist except I want to save your soul. And I do (Forget the crap I write, that is smart alec talking). 

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman? - Bryan Adams

I had this idea to blog about 50 songs. I think it's too much. I also don't want to finish all my blogging idea's because it will probably help me blog more often.

I also know that a lot of you will visit the site just because of Bryan Adams, He is an amazing singer and in another life when I took pleasure in singing all kinds of music, it was one of my best songs.

My siblings and I grew up with music: Carpenters, Kenny Rogers.

I used to create a video for every song I loved and regale my family with my performances and they were always amused. I was an amusing 7 year old. So I kind of grew up loving music. Can you blame me? My mom listened to a lot of Abba when she was pregnant with each of us.

Nowadays we have come under Jesus Christ and so we listen to worship music and messages, believe me; your babies are listening. I am not a mom yet; I speak of my sisters. I of course listen to worship and gospel music so maybe the ova are listening, lol!

Have you ever really loved a woman - By Bryan Adams

I used to listen to this music and wonder what love was. The wandering seems more romantic. I have discovered though what true love is. You gotta have God first before you can discern what true love is. Having God comes with surrendering to Jesus and that is a journey. If you would love to begin that journey. Click this link: Finding Grace.

What If God Was One Of Us? - Joan Osborne

I am a very intelligent girl. I haven't heard this song but I have watched the movie 'Diary Of a Mad Black Woman'. If you haven't watched it, you are on a long thing. It is a movie by Tyler Perry. It is a story that lets you hope that even women whose husbands have abused them can still find love. The religious will not let this fly. Albeit, the movie is one of my favorites. After her husband had divorced her, she was dating this man who showed her that a man doesn't have to beat a woman to show he loves her (Yoruba girls, you hear?). He was a cool, loving brother who was living by the word even though he wasn't perfect also.

Great movie!

Tomorrow I will talk about other songs I know and talk about them tomorrow on a blog post.

I am a Social Media Manager now. 

Okay I have always been a social media manager. Only for about 6 years. I used to do it for fun & ministry and I did it really well. So much that I got noticed by my Facebook friends, my non-virtual friends and my family.

Click on the following links:

You will get information to groom you into an entrepreneur, build your business and give you information that will help you make quality decisions.

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Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Traffic or Go slow or hold up

She stared at the blinking lights that characterised Lagos.

The Generation Y called it 'Las gidi' for a very good reason.
It was imperfect in many ways but home to some 19 million people.

The part of its imperfections that cause a love-hate relationship was the old enemy of the working class, it was the concept locally known as 'go slow' and 'hold up' by the elders.

The youths psychedelically inclined youth called it. 'Traffic'.
She prized herself as one of the few alpha (lol) Nigerians who didn't use archaic English. It wasn't a fallacy; she was quite skilled in crafting words together

On this faithful day, it was quite late that all the roads were relatively free as expected. All except one.

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The traffic in Mile 2 wears wrapper.

Mile 2

Made popular by robbers
who stole in traffic in the mornings and at night
Of course they had day jobs
A cover for the ignoble activities that went on at night
Some would know them BUT
few would have the courage to call them out
So they would not forfeit their lives

The police of course were off course, too busy
They were attending to other matters.
Egunje matters

Mile 2 had proved itself notorious again. You could speed through anywhere else but mile 2, it would force you to stay an extra hour on its roads even when you passed all the 'koros' (known to man and me of course) on the road; even to the risk of sinking in muddy pedestrian roads.
The bus drivers with their rickety buses passing nook and crannies hoping to avoid the traffic. The longer you stayed in traffic; the longer you lost your decorum. It lasted till all you wanted to do was get home and get some sleep

Lagos and its hustle
Many complained about it
But found that after a couple of years
They couldn't live anywhere else again

"Too slow" they complained (about the other states)

All true
Las gidi
Land of promise
Land of traffic too

Traffic is a female dog

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Sunday, 15 June 2014

Blogging things #June

I saw so many sights and sounds
So much to blog about
No time

Now it has slipped away
When there's so much to see, say and do
It is better to catch it in the moments

I have a one-thing I'm building towards
It is something I am passionate about
I'm going to volunteer in that area and see what God says
If He'll veto it or say no wait

Transitions, transitions
So much transformations going on
Started a new job
I'm excited about
Always needing more content

2014 is looking promising
Expecting more God-changes
Of course the people who don't believe in you will always be there
Just don't give them a seat in the living room of your life
Shut the door on them
Leave them outside looking in
Like the wife of the prophet whose cruz of oil wouldn't run dry
Keep them outside

Do let God in
I'm praying for the consciousness to drop all weights
And the things that hold me back
I'm dropping them at the altar
In the presence of God today

photo credit: Google Images

This is my depiction of the altar of God today. Don't be limited by this. God's altar is anywhere His presence is. Even in the human body of His submitted child. You are God's tabernacle. You can create His altar anywhere you go.

Always have to admonish myself to live with the future in view
But stay in the present

Okay I finally blogged it.


Have a happy Sunday
Don't let it be about the pews and the people you'd say hello to
Give attention to God foremost
He's alive
And you're in His thoughts

PS. My memory verse read to me by a #Dazzle woman was that I was to speak of His righteousness (Heritage of the sons)

I'm off to get ready for church
I intend to meet with GOD today
I've got some things I want to talk about and hear what He's got to say.
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Friday, 13 June 2014

News things...

Hello people,

No it is not an eBook. I will launch that one soon.
It is not an advert either
Honestly this is the only way to join the site

You know all that internet protocol

Picture courtesy

I need blog traffic and I discovered a site called 

Click on the link above and it will take you to a site that gives you traffic. It's pretty organic. I mean, it is not artificial traffic that in the long run would be worthless. 

Picture courtesy

This site lets your blog have a higher discoverability.


I am having a terrific month. learning a lot of new things.

Cheers and later

PS Go to

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Chocho made me do this..

Step One

My cousin @chowilson made me do this. She is married with a son and she's a lawyer, an author of "Weekends are for loving".

It can be found at

Her blog is at 

I was willing sha. I love to write.
Thank you so much. Love you plenty. Her blog is at

Step Two: Answer these four questions about your writing process.

1) What am I working on?

Currently I am working on my precious novel. It is very Nigerian. It is at It has Hausa, Ibo, Yoruba and as many tribes as possible. 

I believe in a Nigeria where everyone can live in peace and appreciate the beauty of our diversity like TY Bello always says.

2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?

It is my work and it is uniquely mine. It is not a work of trainings even though I have been to trainings. It is a work that takes in our perfection and imperfections and sees a beauty in it.

3) Why do I write what I do?

I write what I do to change someone. I write because.

4) How does my writing process work?

I make myself write. I am no longer waiting for my muse. The muse will never come or never be perfect enough or suitable enough.

Here are my nominees.

1. Olusola Adio has a calling to teach God's Word and to help people apply the Word successfully in their personal lives. Olusola has a very powerful online outreach called #SoulTies that is thriving on Facebook, Twitter & Google+. He teaches on what #SoulTies are and how to break them. You can follow him on twitter using @SoulTiesTweets. Olusola currently resides in the UK with his wife, Moni and their daughter, Iyanu.

Olusola Adio

PS. He also tweets with the handle @solaadio. You will get blessed. He talks about soulties and the stuff that everyone pretends do not exist or the stuff no one wants to deal with.
His blog address is

2. I am embarrassed to say that I read her blog posts ta ya. I think I want to finish the whole thing in one day. After a great deal of time spent reading, I even listened to a video on her blog. I was tempted to even do vlogs too until I saw the amount of bandwidth required.
Her name is I dunno but I do know that you should certainly visit the grace section of her blog and read the stuff there.

She blogs at

3. @Tunrayor speaks in her own words:

I'm a lawyer, writer and child of God, I love to see people be the best they can be (most especially ladies) I believe there's a seed of greatness in everyone. I like to see it grow &bring forth a bountiful harvest especially amongst the youths. I love God, I love people (though I can be more of an introvert sometimes) and I love me. So I centre my writings on these.

It is an artsy blog with a rare touch. She blogs at

Then there is 

She’s an amazing Christian. She’s married with a baby. She didn’t give me permission so I didn’t add her. 

Visit her site at

Also, if you have started a business and you need to learn how to run it, this is for you. You should learn so that you make it past the 5 year mark. Go to

Thursday, 29 May 2014

Unwritten Rules: Chapter 6


These words escaped Gbolahan Dada's lips as he walked past the lithe figure of a very beautiful dark haired, light-skinned Nigerian woman. She projected the picture of the 21st century career woman. She was dressed in a white sequinned shirt and a pencil skirt with black pumps and a suitcase bag.

She turned around in the newly renovated Abuja Airport and looking asking at the tall dark, Yoruba male standing before her, who was dressed in a dark blue dashiki shirt and trouser.

She murmured a hesitant "Hello"

She pursed her lips and then her mouth broke into a smile as she flew into Gbolahan's arms.

"Dearest" she whispered the words from perfectly painted lips.

She was a picture of elegance, elegance that spoke of the highest excellence. She had a personality that broadcast to the world 'nothing but the best would do for me'.

They separated but their hands were still linked and slowly swinging back and forth.

"How have you been?" she smiled.

"I am doing great, dearest. How have you been? Have you been living under a rock?"

"No. I have actually made quite a mark for myself. You have probably been too busy to notice other people's successes. I see you have done quite well for yourself"

"Likewise" He tried to quell the pride that welled up in him at her words "You cannot be classified as a Lagos big girl or an Abuja big girl; you are somewhere up there in a class of your own"

"We ought to spend some time together, chatting, catching up" still smiling "Would you mind having my card?"

"Definitely" He thought for a while and then said, "I am in Abuja for a couple of days, why don't we meet up?"

"I am catching a connecting flight to Gombe"

He frowned "Gombe? Why Gombe?"

He asked without words what she was going to do in Gombe when everyone was slowly avoiding the North.

"I have to see my husband urgently. He is doing some business in Gombe"

He nods understanding. "I don't have to tell you the north is not safe and it hasn't been safe for a long time; but lately, some things are going down. You shouldn't be there."

"Okay." She smiles. "You have not changed. How is your wife? I always did like her. Warm, giving..."
She trailed off.

"She is doing great. Let's get together when you return to Lagos then, if I am not mistaken, your first flight was from Lagos"

"We have homes in Lagos and Abuja. I hate the impersonal feel of hotel rooms unless I have to use them, too stuffy!"

"You are still as choosy as ever" He hugged her "Let me catch up on business in Abuja"

"Take care and it was good seeing you"

She blinked and then continued on her way to catch her next flight.

She looked back at him, smiled and kept going to her destination.

Gbolahan looked back at her elegant figure and fleetingly considered that the both of them had never mentioned Mahmoud. It was a silent thing, the choice to pretend that Mahmoud, their once dear friend and his still close friend, did not exist.

He let it go and hurried to catch an airport taxi to meet up with his business partner at the Sheraton Hotel, Abuja.


Bright Okopi walked down the street in Surulere heading for his pastor's house. He caught the bus from VI into Costain and then got a bus going into Surulere. The beauty of the sights and sounds of Lagos sank into his spirit. He loved the bridges, the billboards and the energy of the place called Lagos. His friends laughingly called it Las Gidi, the city that never sleeps.

It was known as 'Centre of Excellence' by the local government bosses, the governor made the slogan 'Eko o ni baje' popular on the lips of all Lagosians.

Although the current governor had made many doubt their honorary position as Lagosian when he deported certain people, some Hausas and some Ibos. Rumours had it that he was averting war and possible strikes of the deadly Boko Haram sect. His pastor called them cowards because only cowards captured women and children. Only cowards killed defenceless people or killed children in their beds while they were still sleeping.

"Good evening ma" he greeted his pastor's wife as he entered the living room.

"How was work, Bright?"

"Fine, thank you, ma." He muttered as he shook the rain off his raincoat and stride into the sitting room.

"He's in your study," she pointed in the direction of his study.

The study was made of wood, carved, beautiful, ornamental wood.

"Good evening sir"

His pastor looked up from his study of the bible "Good evening Bright how was your first week at work? Did you enjoy it?"

"Great. Everywhere and everyone is so beautiful and I am enjoying the orientation. I will be living for Port Harcourt after my second week".

"Hmmm" He nodded.

"I had great time learning a lot from my supervisors. The boss came to address the ten of us that were chosen from the recruitment exercise this morning. I like him"

"Remember to cooperate with you bosses and supervisors. It is God's divine organization."

"How do you mean?"

"Any man who is going to make impact in the world and the next must learn to follow God's divine organization?"

"Does that mean that I must do anything my boss says?"

"No, my son. God is God. He wants you to do all things in the fear of the LORD. Give him first position. Remember Joseph"

"Okay sir" he nodded and even though he did not understand it fully, he knew that his pastor was right. His pastor was always about the word.

"So what are we learning today?"

"Authority. The Believers Authority"

"Hmmm. You are a great student. Let us start now and pray afterwards. "

"Repeat after me, this is very important." Bright looked intently at his pastor. "The head of every man is Christ. The head of Christ is God. The head of the woman is the man..."

Bright repeated.

"The head of every man is Christ..."


Toke Dada wore a bright yellow tank top and white shorts with sneakers. She was watching a movie with her mom. She had the best mom in the world. Her mom made time for her on Friday or Saturday night. They spent it watching a movie and Daddy sometimes joined them.

She looked up at her mom in a white tank top and navy blue shorts with sneakers. They were watching the latest captain America movie. The Ibo mafia were still working. The movie was not out in the United States yet but the Ibo mafia knew how to get those movies once it was out in box office. When they failed her kid cousin, Tunde, had creative fingers.

"Mom, do you know I love you?" she smiled into her mom's eyes.

"Yes dear." Her mom smiled a little preoccupied with the movie. "What prompted that, dear?"

"I was just thinking about you and dad, and how I love you both"

"Hmmm" she smiled knowing her daughter had more to say.

"I noticed that you somehow ignore him lately," she said in a worried voice.

Her mother looked at her alarmed. "Whatever makes you think that?"

"I am a kid" Toke smiled to herself "...but in case you noticed I am also growing up into a beautiful young woman"

"You are one smart chic" she smiled. "I am just a little upset with him"

"Do you think he's cheating?"

"I shouldn't be having such conversations with a 14 year old"

"Hmmm, you're always saying you want me to grow into a responsible adult" she smiled "If I am going to succeed at that, you cannot be shutting me up when I want to clarify things".

Bimbo Dada swallowed and then looked in her daughters eyes, tears sprang in them immediately.

"I think so"

Toke nodded emotionless.

"What do you want to do about it?"

"I don't understand" Bimbo blinked back the tears. "What do you mean?"

"I have been around you both a number of years to know that Daddy is crazy about you. If some woman is distracting him, you must have left a gap. Daddy does not seem like someone who would enjoy playing a fast one on you. Maybe he's lonely"

"What about me? Look at me here with you on a Saturday night, instead of with him".

"Are you saying, 'I'm boring'?" Toke shrieked in mock offence.

"No. I am just saying I am human too."

"Do you want to be right or do you want to remain married in every sense to my daddy," Toke asked in a very serious voice. "Let me say that I really want you guys to be really married on the outside and on the inside, I am tired of the cold air that has been blowing around".

"I do," she said in a quiet voice.

"Then be present in the marriage, when he wants to talk to you, talk. Drop the grievances of a day on that same day no malice. You are a Christian, remember?"

"Is that blackmail?"

"No mom. I want you to love my dad. I want us to be one big happy family. Please"

"Okay dear. I promise you I will fight for my marriage. I will do my absolute best to keep every promise I have made to God. I promise you, I will forgive your daddy"

Toke launched herself into her mom's arms. She was crying betraying the teenager that she was.
Bimbo Dada held her daughter tight in her arms. This child was her blessing. She had directed her thoughts away from thought of separation to thoughts of love. God help her. She almost gave up. She looks up to the heavens and gave thanks and then murmured.

"Father, give me the grace to forgive that man"

As those word left her mouth, she remembered her mom's words and then set out to do God's will for that day with an added prayer that she would remember to do his will tomorrow.

"Father, protect my husband" she said out loud.

"Do you still want to watch the movie?" She said brushing Toke's hair.

Toke shook her head "No mom. Maybe tomorrow. I am just glad being with you."

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Saturday, 24 May 2014


I'm an addict.
I've never been addicted to drugs, food, alcohol o cigarettes
I skipped over all that in my teenage years
I had some bad habits, go over those when I surrender to Jesus and chose to give him the LORD
I had to dethrone everything and everyone else and give him first place
In couldn't kick just one habit
From the age of 6, I read my reader not in class but at home
Academics was the only area I wasn't a late bloomer
I didn't grow breasts and hips until I was 15
I didn't grow taller until I was in college a year later
But the habit of reading, I couldn't kick it
I'm 2 days late but I'm still gonna tell you all about a BOOK CONTEST.
She's a female author of 'An Unexpected blessing' and is giving away her latest book as an eBook in kindle or Nook format only. She's a friend on twitte and Facebook. If you're not following me on twitter, please do. My handle is @tessbabee
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Book Title: When You Let Go
Genre: Christian Fiction, Novel
Publication Date: May 22, 2014
Genre: Christian Fiction
About The Book:
An answered prayer. An unforeseen betrayal. A family healed by grace.
Amara and Ejike Dike had been married for six glorious years. Amara was convinced Ejike, was the perfect gift from God. Loving, charming and very easy on the eyes. They had a beautiful life. Well, not so beautiful. Amara's inability to bear children made her feel like a less than the perfect mate for her husband.
Then after many years, God lifted her faith and had finally heard her cry. The Dikes couldn't be happier.
A surprise visit from Chinelo, Amara's long lost cousin, turns Amara's world upside down and threatens to turn her once-perfect existence into ashes.
Ejike loved his wife with a passion. They shared a burning desire and faith in God that burned deep. However Chinelo's appearance would open a Pandora's Box that had purposely been kept shut.
Faced with the loss of all she holds dear, Amara finds herself at crossroads. Would she lean on God's sustaining grace to let go and travel the rocky path to forgiveness? Or would she throw everything to the wind and walk away?
When You Let Go is a novel about people who know what the Word of God instructs but struggle with actually doing it when the chips are down
(We all struggle with this, knowing what to do but wondering if we can because its easier to say, than do. Especially when you don't expect surprises. I want to read this book).
About The Author:
Born in Akron, Ohio to Nigerian parents. Unoma Nwankwor spent her childhood and early adulthood years in Port-Harcourt, Nigeria. She is a romantic at heart and is passionate about telling stories of faith and hope about love. She hope to capture her readers through stories that are faith based with an element of love.
After all, "and now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love." ~1 Corinthians 13:13
She is the published author of An Unexpected Blessing (2013) and The Christmas Ultimatum (2013) and many published flash fiction and short stories. Her work has appeared in Africa Book Club and the Kenyan Ezine ;Wamathai and well as numerous radio shows and blogs. She is currently working on her next novel When You Let Go (May, 2014) and A Scoop of Love (October, 2014).
Her readers are in love with her unique way of telling stories that capture the essence of her present home base; Atlanta Georgia and her Nigerian culture. She calls them her God-given stories and strives every day to be a use her gift to His glory.
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From your book addict, cheers and have a wonderful weekend.

Tessa Doghor

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Friday, 23 May 2014

Unwritten Rules: Chapter 5

She got up and walked to the driveway, got into her car and drove away without once looking back. She had made up her mind.
Tanya Williams walked down the corridor to her office. She had been in the office 2 hours and already she had to do some transactions. 'All in a day's job', she mused.

She slipped off her red pumps and put on her black flat shoes. She was dressed stylishly in champagne coloured trouser suit and a red camisole with a watch and a pair of earrings.

'If she was going to stay on her feet, no need staying for long hours and having cramps that would steal half her sleep' so she thought as she slipped out of the office.

She walked elegantly across the street to the nearest bank. The Nigerian Government changed their minds the way young women changed their outfits.
Today they wanted more banks spread across the nation. The next day, they wanted only banks that had a certain amount of money in their vaults.

Today stealing was corruption; tomorrow stealing was not corruption. It all seemed a little like every Nigerian was a character in the book 'Animal Farm'. It was almost as if life was a game of chess.

"Good morning" she greeted cheerfully as she entered the banking hall.

It was impressive but what she needed more than decor; was quick service delivery. Some banks seemed a little dense when it came to fulfilling their promises. She entered the bank and made her payments in record time. She exited the bank and entered an eatery to take some lunch before reporting to the office.
She entered an eatery and walked straight to the counter.

"Good morning"

It was directed at the under paid overworked young lady behind the counter. She was having a terrible morning emotionally. She knew to deliver but handling her soul was a little difficult. Sibling rivalry was getting to her.

The #BringBackOurGirls had succeeded in being noticed but whether it was succeeding in bringing back the girls, she was not quite sure. The news reported three new bombings in Jos and one or two in Kano. She was not quite sure. A popular pastor said on twitter that physical battles were to be fought with physical weapons and spiritual battles with spiritual weapons. She wasn't sure if the government was listening or if they cared. There was no word. All she wanted was for those girls to be released back to their parents.

These were some of the bitter truths of the country called Nigeria. She was far from perfect. A few minutes later, the overworked eatery attendant was free and in front of her.

"What do you want, madam?"

She sighed.

"Hi, I am Tanya, I'd like some fried chicken and rice with a milkshake". She smiled to put the young lady at ease.

The young lady worked as though scared of losing her job each minute. It gave her a subservient attitude and no room to innovate or no hope of a promotion. Life was not meant to be lived like this.

"I would love to invite you for something I think you need"

Life was meant to be savoured.

"Here's the card. It is an outfit that trains and equips young people with skills to get better jobs" The girl collected it hesitantly.

"I would love to see you there on Saturday; it could be a turnaround for you if you would practice what you hear".

Most people thought you were going to hand out money to them at such events. What they didn't realize was that learning to add value was better than just collecting money. If you learned to add value, you would always be able to serve out of choice and not out of fear.

"I will think about it".

Tanya mused about silly answers like that. 'I am not a man and it is not a date, it is a chance to get more skills and give you a chance to make more of what God has gifted you with' she thought to herself.
She wanted to give her some advice but refrained, most people got offended when they got advice from strangers. They were more defensive than willing to learn. That was the story of the life of a growing economy and its peoples.

"Thank you for the excellent service" she said as she took her tray and looked for a seat.

She had learnt from one of her coaches to be kind at all time no matter what. It helped make others have a good day.
She sat and began devouring the meal quickly albeit delicately when her reverie was interrupted by a very confident voice. She was not disappointed when she turned to the source of the interruption.

"I hope you don't mind if I join you"

She groaned inside as she gave the clicked response made popular by Nigerian girls who wanted to be polite.

"It is a free world, you can sit anywhere"

She bit her lip. No break, thank God and no blood. She continued eating.

"Where are you from?" No game, brother!

"I'm Port Harcourt but I grew up in Lagos" She murmured between meals

"I am Subomi Williams and I am a Lagosian" He grinned in a convivial manner.

She warmed to him instinctively "I am Tanya" "I am a business man by choice and a lawyer by profession"

"I am a reporter" she smiled

"I am a collector" he smiled again, "I love art".

"Hmmm" she mused as she bit into her juicy chicken "The only art I know is putting words on my blank MS Word document, that's art". She laughed.

"Let me take you out to dinner" he offered

'Does that actually work in Nigeria' she thought to herself. She smiled warmly and informed him sweetly that she was busy all week.

He laughed loudly.

"I don't do this often, If you need to think about dinner, let me give you my card"

He offered his card as he saw she was about to leave. He stood up before she did his card in his hand, his hand in the air.
She hesitated a second before she collected the card. His contact could come in handy.
She walked out with a flourish and slipped the card into her champagne coloured trouser. She headed for her office, and work.

His handsome face and suave manner stayed somewhere in the recesses of her mind. She probably wasn't going to go out to dinner with him.


"Okay sir"

Bright Okopi was in a brightly coloured room with his pastor. He was dressed in a suit. His pastor had bought him two pairs of suits at the Above and Beyond in Surulere. They had excellent affordable, quality suits.

"Is this me?"

He was grateful inside of him for this help from his pastor. He grew up in Ajegunle and one of the traits was a deep inferiority complex that developed into hate.
Usually a nasty one that said without words but loud all the same thatt the world owed him or Nigeria owed him for him being poor.
The first time his pastor had confronted him about his attitude, telling him that he did not need to have an inferior complex now that he was in Christ Jesus.

He looked up in surprise and then he had reacted angrily; he burst out of the room and went home vowing never to go back. He had stayed away from church for three weeks rejecting his pastor's calls on his phone every day.

As the days went by, he felt the gentle nudging of the Holy Spirit that his pastor was right. His pastor was the shepherd God sent to train and equip him for the life that God has planned for him.

Why was he fighting his blessing?

He cried then. After the crying he got up and went to his pastor's house to apologise for walking off saying that he was back to learn how to be a disciple for Christ.
This was 6 months ago. Now God had blessed him with this job.
He had also blessed him with someone to help him transition.

"Thank you sir" he sighed and looked up. "Can you remember the journey here, sir? I am not poor anymore and it is thanks to you"

"I am just obeying my call to make disciples" His pastor looked up. "In this Christian, we are soldier and our responsibility is to do what the One who called us has asked us to do. Your happiness is just the overflow".

"I won't forget the please and the thank you and to serve like 'Joseph'"

"Hmmm" His pastor laughed out loud "It is a Father's joy to see that His children are walking in the truth. I am sure that God is gladder than I".

"I will report for work early because I aim to be the best and to add as much value that is demanded and over and above it"

"You cannot go wrong when you serve, my boy" he clasped his shoulders.

"Yes sir"

"Don't forget all the laws of the kingdom now" Bright nodded "Give your tithes, your offerings, this honours God. Honour your biological parents and your spiritual parents, the spiritual laws work for you".

"I won't sir".

Okopi nodded thinking of how he would avoid his friends' questions of how he was spending his money. He would have to keep that to himself. He packed his shoes into the packages and his two new pairs of suits and shirts.

"Most especially, don't forget to spend time with God daily; that is the only place to get divine energy to live a successful life daily"

This man was more than his pastor. He was a father.

"How will I ever repay you, sir?"

"Don't think about me" He smiled into his eyes. "If you want to make me happy, make other disciples, tell them about the great commission, tell them about Jesus".

"Thank you sir" he hugged him surprising his pastor.

"Come and see me and have lunch with my family and I on Saturday every week" the man held his shoulders "I will put you through anything else you need to know"

He smiled and started heading home. Even though his father could not help him in the financial world, God had sent him a father and for that he was grateful. They may not always agree but time had shown him that he could trust this man who was his shepherd.

"Bye bye ma" he said as he walked out of the house. His pastor's wife was cooking lunch on a gas cooker.

"Bright, are you not staying for lunch?"

"No ma, I start work on Monday, I am too excited to eat"

She smiled understanding, then packed some buns in a black nylon and handed it to him with a bottle of plastic coke.

"Eat that on your way home then." He nodded and collected it "Give my regards to your parents too"

He walked out. Making a decision for Jesus was the best thing he ever did.
Now having mentors, his life was changing just as they promised. He looked up as though a some heavenly being.

"Thank You, LORD"

Wherever God led him, By His grace He would follow, he vowed silently.

Tessa Doghor

She is one of the leading Social Media Managers in Nigeria with the ability to foresee trends and build on it before it becomes commonplace. She is intelligent and strategic. She is also an amazing writer. To get in touch mail her at

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Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Unwritten Rules: Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Gbolahan Dada slipped through the crowd at a party somewhere in Abuja. He made his way in a black suit to a man seated in traditional Hausa attire. In his head when he saw Hausa's he saw turbaned men who cut people's hands for stealing a goat and married 10 year olds.
Mahmoud wasn't Hausa. Mahmoud was his friend. He was what the contemporary Nigerian called the Northern elite. To Gbolahan, Mahmoud was his friend.

"Mahmoud Abubakar" He hugged him "My brother from another mother".

He belonged to a royal family and had the clout to get him into any social circle in Northern Nigeria. They met at the age of 17 in the United Kingdom. They were college friends and soon grew to become close friends. Mahmoud was now married to a 35-year-old woman with ten-year-old twin boys.
They sat together and exchanges friendly light chats.

They were at a wedding of one of the hosts' daughters. This party was sane; it was a very different kind of the party.

It was different from the parties they had frequented when they were still younger. Alhaji Danjuma or as he was fondly called by the London crowd, 'Musa' was a party animal. His parties were characterised by acts that dehumanised humans, men, women and children alike. He had no limits. The orgies he threw by night had nothing to do with Sharia law which he supported by day. You would think he would give up youthful lusts but on the grapevine, he still heard things that suggested that he had not given up his penchant for such parties.

As much as his conscience had seared in many areas, he was not comfortable participating in the destruction of human beings. What these two eyes had seen, his wife would never know.
As an adult, He had to run away from some of the parties organised by Danjuma, after a while he simply stopped doing business with the man. Until Mahmoud rescued him from the dilemma of doing business with Musa, It was not worth losing his soul.

Only Mahmoud knew how much of a Christian he was that being at such parties bothered him.
He wondered how much of a Christian he still was. He still went to church. He just did not talk to God any longer. The guilt would not let him be. His mother could not drive away his nightmares anymore. He was a big boy now.

"We have seen great days together, some connections are divine"

He remembered the days when Mahmoud and Ada were part of their trio. The trio had schooled abroad and sowed a couple of wild oats but nothing as risqué as what was going on in northern exclusive parties set in London.

Ada and Mahmoud were into each other all through college but it had all fizzled out when Ada returned to school in her final year saying: 'Emeka has carried my palm wine, we have to stop'.

Mahmoud lost his temper and tried to convince her otherwise. That day changed everything for all of them. Whether he raped her, whether she gave in to their shared passion, no one would ever know.
All he knows was that he came home an hour too late and Ada was leaving teary eyed. She never said anything but her eyes said it all. Their connection was broken just like that.

The relationship shut down. He never asked Mahmoud what happened.
It went to the grave many relationships of people from different tribe go. Ada's father would never have accepted Mahmoud. They have an Uncle who died in the Nigerian civil war. It ended abruptly

"Mahmoud, this life we live, is it enough?"

"How do you mean? Our job is to provide for our families and do the best we can to love them. That is our destiny; we don't need any other".

"Hmmm, you won't understand. I just know that I am not satisfied; the more I get, the more I want".

"My friend, Gbolahan, stop bothering yourself about things that don't matter".

The burden left him and they went on to enjoy the party.


Ada Okonkwo sat across the bay in a purple canopy. She was having a drink of orange juice. She was dressed in grey slacks and white jackets. She was having a meeting with one of her old friends from college days. She was 39 years old and successful in all areas. She had never worked a day in her life.
Her college days were bittter sweet, she was not sure how many relationships she made that added value to her life. College was all about having fun and enjoying her life with family and friends. She had never been good at relationships and now she didn't bother. All she needed was to make goals and meet them and rejoice at her success. She wasn't too sure how that was going. All she knew was that these days the dissatisfaction was killing her.

She wanted sometime more to fill the vacuum inside her. She belonged to charities because her younger sister insisted on adding her names to every charity that cropped up in Nigeria. She was married to one of the wealthiest eastern men in Nigeria. He had family in politics but had no intentions of ever been in politics. She had three beautiful children and managed to not lose her figure or self esteem. Unfortunately her zest for life was gone.

She wasn't the kind of woman who had affairs, it was just something about her principles.
Her Yoruba friend, Doyin had suggested she have an affair on one of her many trips abroad, she immediately felt distaste for the woman. She was woman enough to not want to revenge just because her husband did.

She looked down and saw his name on the screen of her silenced HTC phone.

"Hello dear"

She listened to his voice on the other end, her mind on the convo but her body disconnected from the conversation.
All these years and her husband still couldn't place her moods. He either didn't know or didn't care. She didn't know which was worse.

"Yes sir"

She looked over the people scattered at different small umbrella canopies. Anyone of them if not all were probably envying her at the moment. She envied them their freedom.

"Okay sir. I love you too"

In the public, everyone saw them as a perfect couple. They were almost that, he had never laid a hand on her, she could give him the credit that. He just never respected her as someone with a brain. He treated her like a kid. His verbal abuse was out of this world. When she was receiving verbal onslaughts in private, it erased the power of any praise he gave her at the public events and global meetings they attended.

She was complicated. She wanted more than he was willing to offer.

To him, she was his beautiful treasure, a trophy wife whether she wanted to be or not. She was a trained medical doctor but was condemned to never practising.

"Tade, book a flight to Gombe for me" she spoke authoritatively into the phone. "I need to see my husband"

"Thank you" She whispered into the phone.

She called home and asked Lara to pack her luggage ready and prepare someone to care for the property while she was in Gombe for two weeks. She asked her to take a break while she was away in Gombe. She was tired of all the charities for once.

Her numerous pharmacies were successful and located all over the country in choice location. They had qualified pharmacists in place to running them.
Maybe she needed a new hobby, something that would add life and meaning; she needed purpose but her husband was too blind to see.

Well she was done. She was the kind of person that could trade all this wealth for some money and a fulfilled life. She needed to find something to spend all her pent up energy on; she needed work.

"Are the tickets ready?" she asked in a satisfied voice as she picked up her once again ringing phone
"No, don't bother about that, I will pick them up at the airport for 7 pm, thank you"
Somewhere on the other side of town, someone's life is changing forever. Bright Okopi is jumping up and down like an 8-year-old.

He has received the job that would metaphorically bail his family out of poverty.
He has no thoughts just yet, he is just happy that his dreams are finally picking up.
He just got the call. He made it.

He was to report for Monday, look in on Human Resources and then head to Port Harcourt for training.
He fell down on the chair and immediately called his pastor.

"Hello sir, I made the cut" he screamed into phone "I got the job, God really is good"

His pastor laughed on the other end. "Walk with God and He will show you His wonders, this is just the beginning"

"Yes sir" he laughed "sir I've never had a job. Can I come for some coaching on how to comport myself?"

His pastor paused then said, "You can come on Saturday, I'll teach you some principles on how to be the Joseph in your office, you'll soon be pleasing both God and your boss".

"Okay sir"

"Remember the giver of promotions is God and He gives to confirm the covenant He had with Abraham. Honour Him with you, your life and all that you have".

"Yes sir, I'll do that".

He cut the phone and ran to find his mother at the kitchen behind the house to inform her of the goodness he had just received.

"God, I am rich, I can finally say I am rich" he murmured as he went "this goodness is a confirmation of the covenant you have with Abraham; I recognise You as God, I am your people. I belong to you"

He looked up into the sky then dashed out to inform Mama Bright of their good fortune.
Maybe his dad would finally go to church.

Tessa Doghor

She is one of the leading Social Media Managers in Nigeria with the ability to foresee trends and build on it before it becomes commonplace. She is intelligent and strategic. She is also an amazing writer. To get in touch mail her at

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