Thursday, October 29, 2015

THIS LIFE OF BEANS


This life sha. It is well.

That’s how I was going on my own jeje and one Aunty decided to make me her by-force confidant. Me that I’m disciplining myself not to be talking upandan.

In the space of 2 days of ‘friendship’, Aunty was already telling me the kind of phone she uses. I met her in a group and she started telling me how she felt unwelcome after 2 days. Sigh!

I hail the men that have to deal with women who can never seem to stop chatting. Like it’s a crime to be quiet or something. I told the lady in this gist that in the group she was talking about, we can go for 1 week without chatting, then have 350 messages in 1 hour, when required.

I met another lady online and without asking, she started telling me her family history…And I am not a doctor o or a therapist. I know I’m supposed to be playing but this one is a serious matter. There is a time to keep silent. You shouldn’t meet someone in one day and be telling them your life history IF they are not doctors that need to know your medical history. Talkie talkie can fit to cause wahala ooo.

Welcome to my world.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Tales From The Road - The Destiny Edition

Good morning my people. I have come again as I usually come.

 

I am on the road again, 3rd Mainland to be precise. The bus I'm riding in is overheating and the driver has FINALLY found someone to borrow him water. I had advised the driver to fetch water from the body of water around it. And I have a meeting to attend by 9am. All these workers of iniquity that want to use their reggae to spoil my blues, God pass you ooo.

 

One dude is trying to get a bike from Third Mainland Bridge to Lekki. It is well! God will help us...And I really woke up early today ooo.

 

Thankfully, the bus has started moving. Na prayer and fasting I dey take move am ooo.

 

The ring tone of this mummy sitting beside me that looks like a conc SU is Korede Bello's "God win". Shebi some people are saying that it is not a spiritual song. Issorait.

 

A mum and her kid are singing The Barney song and other nursery rhymes. Way to go, mom. Reminds me of the part of the song that Little Madam loves from her Cedarmont Kids CD - "The Mummies in the Bus go 'shh shh shh'". My best part of the song is "The babies bus go 'ween ween ween'". That's how we both send ourselves sublimal messages jere...

 

The driver of our bus was trying to emotionally blackmail the driver he was begging to allow him join the proper lane with "Abiyamo sha ni yin" (You are a parent). Please don't ask me what being an "Abiyamo" has to do with giving him the space o. The dude beside me asked our driver if he also isn't an "Abiyamo". According to him, an "Abiyamo" will not drive the nonsense that our driver has been driving. The Bros eye dey red, mehn. Lol.

 

This 'shortcut' the driver came through is longer than the 'longcut'...There's even water on the road. If to say fasting and prayer dey finish, na this journey I for exhaust my yearly allocation...God will help us.

 

We FINALLY broke through and I made it JUST in time for my meeting. It's definitely a destiny transforming story...Welcome to my world...

Destiny Matters

So, a pastor tells his members to come without make-up, hair extensions, false lashes, acrylic nails, fake noses etc; the way God made them. 
One woman is tisharing us bad thing...she's asking if the pastor REALLY means that the members should come THE WAY GOD MADE THEM...As in with their birthday suits. Erm...
I wonder what pastor will do when one "efiwe" that can sabi to do over-syllabus follows the instructions to the letter...I'll definitely be following up on that story. Maybe that's what will help me get my own house in Banana Island. 
Tales From The Road is loading, as I'm still on the road. Whatever causes the evul traffic jam on 3rd Mainland Bridge is on duty today while Governor Ambode lectures us on depression. No vex, Governor, bhet this traffic jam MAY be one of the unidentified causes of depression in Lagos. I searched Google for how destinies are drained in Lagos; the picture below was the #1 image. (Try it and see if na lie I lie). Governor Ambode, please look into this matter; souls are perishing fa. 

It's another great day to be alive. Welcome to my world. 


Tuesday, October 20, 2015

KNEEKEY2 CRIES OUT

I found this on a post I put up last year. I hope it reaches a heart. Please send a message to the page and let's help you find your way back home...

Actually, my focus is on those that have some form of influence with these men (their mothers, sisters, cousins, friends, pastors etc). My aggravation is when these influencers begin to sing the ‘99% of (African) men cheat’ song so that they won’t have to tell the man the home truth. They have no qualms insinuating that the woman must have done something to cause the man to cheat.

I was in a public place with perhaps more men than women. A woman ‘preacher’ decided to ‘preach’ to everyone with a megaphone…She kept harping on how women should be godly, virtuous bla bla bla (I have no qualms with that). Then she got to marriage matters. She kept telling women to be virtuous wives etc… She finally landed on women married to adulterous men…She kept telling the women what they were doing ‘wrong’. I wonder what possessed her to ask herself why she was not addressing the men. She then said ‘Let’s leave the men to God’…WHAT??????????? We can take the women to the cleaners but we’ll leave the men to God? I felt like grabbing her megaphone to help God tell the men His mind. Thank God that I am a believer, lol. Then she started one unholy gist about how God ‘punished’ one adulterous man who died from HIV but his wife who continued to sleep with her confirmed adulterous husband was miraculously saved…I am so glad that I am a believer…I don’t know what I could have done if I wasn’t a believer, lol.

I came across 2 posts yesterday of women dealing with adultery (they are the ones I talked about earlier). The ‘counsel’ I read from the women made me want to cry ‘Come, Lord Jesus, come. If it’s too early for that, please send angels to knock some sense into Your children’. It’s like I missed the memo where God said that adultery is no longer a sin.

Then, all these ‘counsels’ of ‘If you don’t give it (whatever ‘it’ is) to him, another woman will give it to him outside….' Is adultery no longer a sin? Will we continue to look while the enemy finishes our testimony with this evil of adultery?

Scriptures to ponder on…

Thus saith the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel, of Ahab the son of Kolaiah, and of Zedekiah the son of Maaseiah, which prophesy a lie unto you in my name; Behold, I will deliver them into the hand of Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon; and he shall slay them before your eyes; and of them shall be taken up a curse by all the captivity of Judah which are in Babylon, saying, The Lord make thee like Zedekiah and like Ahab, whom the king of Babylon roasted in the fire; because they have committed villainy in Israel, and HAVE COMMITTED ADULTERY WITH THEIR NEIGHBORS’ WIVES, and have spoken lying words in my name, which I have not commanded them; even I know, and am a witness, saith the Lord. (Jeremiah 29:21-23)

Hear the word of the Lord, ye children of Israel: for the Lord hath a controversy with the inhabitants of the land, because there is no truth, nor mercy, nor knowledge of God in the land. By swearing, and lying, and killing, and stealing, AND COMMITTING ADULTERY, they break out, and blood toucheth blood. Therefore shall the land mourn, and every one that dwelleth therein shall languish, with the beasts of the field, and with the fowls of heaven; yea, the fishes of the sea also shall be taken away (Hosea 4:1-3)

Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these, ADULTERY, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness (Galatians 5:19)

ABOUT "MONITORING SPIRITS"

I came across a post today that took me down memory lane. It reminded me of the time when I had my personal monitoring spirit in human flesh. We're good now so this is both for your reading pleasure and a guide on "HOW NOT TO BE PESTERED BY A MONITORING SPIRIT"

 

My monitoring spirit was on WhatsApp. She'll expect me to leave life as I know it to attend to her WhatsApp chats; she'll ask me why she can see me "Online" yet I'm not responding to her chats. I was nice for a while, explaining and all. When I realised that I was usually guilty until proven innocent with her, I let her know that monitoring doesn't work for me.

She tried to turn it around, telling me that she was just looking out for me bla bla bla. She tried the emotional blackmail aka silent treatment and that didn't work. We shared a few strong words. According to her, if you care about something/someone, you'll give them attention. Yeah ma'am but if you love something/someone, you'll give them some breathing space too. Finally, we're getting along better now. I try to respond to her chats as soon as I can get to it and I think she's learning to understand that I'll get to her chats when I can...

 

Thankfully, my inbox is saner now that I publish any inbox nonsense on my Facebook page. If the "spirit" leads, I'll start publishing names too, lol...I'm sick and tired of Inbox Monitoring Spirits. They're following you upandan. Okay, I've monitored a few people online but believe me, I've NEVER asked them why they're ignoring me. I just assume that they've got higher priorities than what I'm chatting about and when they can, they'll get to my matter. If you finally get to my matter and I've found another way to solve it, abeg let it pass. Don't be pestering me with trying to solve a problem I no longer have...That ship has sailed, tenkiu...This one is even the topic of an entire post that I may have written about earlier...Don't expect to put me on hold and still meet me where you left me...AMA is too dynamic for that...Wait for the next time I'll need your help (most likely NEVER) and prove that you care THEN!

Anyway, I'm writing to you from 3rd Mainland Bridge today where whatever it is that causes these evul Monday traffic jams has resumed duty and e tie wrapper come wear suit...Plenty #‎TalesFromTheRoad gist dey but no time to write more for now. I'll see if I can share later.

In other news, what do you think about my "artwork" in the picture? Should I quit my day job and become a Graphic Designer? Or should I just face my day job jeje?

 

Welcome to my world!

Saturday, October 17, 2015

SHOW ME THE MONEY

Chai! So, Linda Ikeji bought a mansion for over 500 million Naira in Banana Island (See picture). And we're both using Blogger. She has only 1 blog, I have 4. And I've not made up to 1 million Naira from these blogs. Why is life like this na? I even started my first blog in 2008 while I learnt that she started hers in 2006. Only 2 years difference.

The House



Aunty Linda, if your money is coming from blogging, plix show me the way. Let's collaborate and make tutorials on how to make money from blogging. If the money is coming from elsewhere, I hope it's legit ooo. Because PMB eye dey red ooo...Lest it's you that he'll use as an example...

 

Ehen, then there's the concern that buying such a house may scare a potential suitor or attract gold diggers. As far as I'm concerned, a suitor that can be scared by such "displays of opulence" get for him body and all a gold-digger needs is to know that you CAN one day have gold worth digging...

Then, some think she won't be a submissive wife...I'm not a man but if I were, I'll prefer a rich, unsubmissive wife to a poor unsubmissive wife. Na poor unsubmissive wife brutal pass.

 

For as long as the source of her income is legit, I have only one thing to say to Linda Ikeji on this matter - SHOW ME THE MONEY.