Godfidence

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GODFIDENCE

So my thoughts today are a bit different.  With 2 children – one almost 4 year old and the other only 3 months old, I learn more and more that there are somethings about our God-Christian relationship, one  never truly understands until you have children. Better still, some things are better understood when you see life like a child as Jesus said.

Recently, my mom-in-law came visiting and my almost four year old ran to welcome her with a hug.  She was absolutely thrilled because sometimes that boy just doesn’t send. Next thing I know, he collects her bag. While I am wondering: “Good boy”. He arrests that thought as he proceeds to empty the bag. In shock, I ask, sorry, yell, “Stop! Why are you emptying Grandma’s bag?”. Without missing a beat and me not really expecting an answer, he responds boldly and loudly, ” I am looking for my snacks”. Before I could retort: “Did you keep any snacks there?”. Grandma produced biscuits for him and added that she had stopped at a Fast-food to buy pies but the crowd was too much. I paused and pondered at the confidence with which my son launched into the bag and the confident response he gave me. He was so certain that there was something in Grandma’s bag for him. Every time I remember this incident, I ask myself how certain am I of God’s covenant with me? Am I as confident that whenever I call/ check my Father’s bag, I would always draw out goodies? Do I run to him when I am in need?

What is my #Godfidence level? It’s not in the answer, it’s in my actions.

Am I Godfident? Do others around me see this #Godfidence?

Child-like in faith. Child-like in approaching the Father

#writersinnigeria #writing #words 

I Gat a CV! I Gat Skills!

I have a CV, one beyond ink and paper
If I could, I would write
Please permit me to introduce myself
I am a traffic seller

With over 10 years experience in this field
The field of selling in traffic
I am trained and certified in this art
No jokes please
I am even a coach to many others

Tried and tested as an athlete, I can run
A professional at sales in traffic, I have my degree
Critical to sell – a complete set of legs and hands which I possess
Skill to sell is the ability to run and so I run

Adept at dislodging footwear and chasing cars to sell is an added advantage on my CV
I have many times pushed the limit, stretching my hands into a car to snatch payment

I know customer service is not critical
So under the cover of darkness or in the sudden movement of traffic
I withhold my customer’s change or even hand out bad notes

I am experienced at choosing goods light enough to run with
Goods not fragile, least they slip and fragment
Goods of inferior quality but in original packs

I know how to protect edibles against the weather
And I know what goods sell best at different times of the day
And I know that Shortbread / Digestive will not sell in Mushin traffic

For me, rest is catching a nap on the highway divide (bare, sun-baked concrete)
While I wait for my desirable market condition, the traffic
My wait may last an hour or two or demand a 2km trek in search of traffic
But wait or trek, I must choose

Potholes are my faithful business partners, they preserve the traffic
Drivers going against traffic or stopping on the road are able team members
Broken down and abandoned trucks are my office assistants
Threats to my business – Governors like Fashola who go around repairing roads
And all of you who hate traffic

Regularly baptised with fumes from vehicles, I tan all day long
Once light-skinned
Now a black out skin coats my face, neck and arms
A permanent tattoo
Evidence of my romance with the sun
Proof that I am productive
If I could I would convert these skills to more than changing goods for traffic
But for now, I remain the traffic seller no the seller in traffic
At least I gat skills and I use them
You gat skills do u use them?

The Owner’s Corner

My corner
My precious owner’s corner
That special position at the back seat
That signals me as the car owner

My precious owner’s corner
How I dreamed of you
Many will not understand
But having you now I have become one of the elite

What a pleasure
To have earned the right to sit at the back
Not just anywhere but far from the driver
With the seat infront plastered to the dashboard

My precious owner’s corner
It took long years of desire
And years ahead to pay
But for me, the price is small to be chauffeur driven

Yes I am now being driven
I have a driver, my driver
I can say those words too
Cos that’s what’s earned me this corner

While waiting to enjoy my owner’s corner
I practiced every chance I got
Sitting at the right back corner in any car I entered
Squeezing in or lying about needing air, I practiced

Many times I told friends I had a phobia for sitting anywhere else
Sometimes I asked dad’s driver to steal away from the office
And for a token, he’d take me for a ride
While I sat in the owner’s corner

My precious corner
All passengers know not to come near
My driver, those words again
Knows to stay clear

The car I own is a 1990 model
With a panel-beaten body
The window by the owner’s corner does not go down
And the lady at the kiosk will not sell till I come down

Sometimes I have to hold the door so it doesn’t swing open
And some springs on the seat in my corner stick out
Though my monthly repayment costs less than my driver
All these do not count as inconveniences

Becos I’m living in my dream
I have my precious owner’s corner
And that’s all that really matters
That’s all

THE TIME TO PURSUE A DREAM

Where is time when I need it most?
Where is time when I need to write?
Where does it go when I need to rehearse for that concert?
Why does it run from me when I need to organize that program?
Time, where are you?

Where is the time to pursue this dream when I have a career to build?
Where is the time when I have to suck up to the boss?
Where is the time when I must close late just so the boss thinks I work hard?
Where is the time when money is priority?
Time, where are you?

I really want to write
I really want to learn to play the guitar
I really want to be a sports commentator
I really want to spend time with orphans
But where is the time?

They say I have to make time for time
They say I must be disciplined
They say I must be willing to take risks
They say I must multi-task
But where is the time?

I am willing or so I think
I am willing to pursue this dream
To put this script together
To give back to society
But time is not with me

I am told: As long as you find time to eat and sleep then you have time
I am told: You only do what’s important to you
I am told you must make time for what will count and impact
I must make time
And now is the time to make time
Lest I wake up old, wondering what I used time for

A DISTANT NEIGHBOUR

My friend the Lizard
My neighbour the Lizard
My tenant the Lizard
Uninvited, unpaying
Is content to live in the holes in my fence
He’s content to peek at me from his home
He won’t let me near though
He’s happy to lay his eggs & care for his young right there
But won’t let me show I care too
He acknowledges my presence with a nod and quick run to safety
That is his greeting to me

Every morning on my way to work, he does this
I am not sure its the same one I see every morning
But he makes me smile with his quick escape when he sees me
So that’s enough for him to keep his apartment – the daily morning amusement…
This lizard, that lizard, not sure which, is an entertaining co-habiter.

GREET

I greeted Mama
No reply
I hailed Papa
Silence..
Was it me or them??

I greeted brother
No response
Sister met my wave of the hand
With a face, void of expression
Was it me or them??

Yesterday, hushed tones graced the occasion
Making me wonder what they, nay, I sought at this orchestration

It is clear to me now
That I spoke a language they did not understand
Indeed the white man’s land had defiled my speech
And my greeting rendered null

Till I bowed the knee
Not stand to shake hands
Kissed the earth
Not shout greetings at my elders
Till I recognised and spoke their own language
Greeting in a manner acceptable to them
Only then did I really greet…

Lagos, Rains and Lessons

When it rains in Lagos
It really rains

When it rains in Lagos
The black tar becomes moving brown liquid
Making it difficult to tell road from hole

When it rains in Lagos
Please use only familiar routes
Because by now even your car knows when to swerve to dodge the potholes

When it rains in Lagos
Drive only your SUV so you’ll be safe from the craters on the road
That’s if you have a car

When it rains in Lagos
Relax, your boss knows you’ll be in late
You can sleep in, afterall the traffic is inevitable

When it rains in Lagos
Don’t be in a hurry to leave the office
The floods, potholes & traffic are not good for your health

When it rains in Lagos
You may need to sleep at work
Or swim home as the flood may have risen to the window level of your car

When it rains in Lagos
You can drive on BRT lanes
LASTMA officials don’t like the rain

When it rains in Lagos
Beware of the yellow buses
Have your umbrella / raincoat ready
Many of them have leaky roofs, no doors, no windows not even wind shield wipers

When it rains in Lagos
You may sell umbrellas
Just don’t use any
Lest they give into the wind and you sell none

When it rains in Lagos
The fuelling stations may make profit from selling standing spaces to pedestrians

When it rains in Lagos
It really rains!

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