Hello Dears,
HAPPY EASTER WEEKEND!!! As we celebrate the triumphant death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ, lets us take time to examine our lives and see how we can live more victoriously for him. It’s fascinating and rejuvenating to take note of all the ways God has been good to me or the little miracles He performs in my life. Just the other day , on Friday to be exact, I had a couple of issues to address and I knew that I couldn’t do it on my own based on my nature, but God came through for me and I didn’t even have to lift a finger. All I did was pray
Occasion 1: I admit, while you are riding this, you may just possible think I made a stupid move or two in this story
So, for about 6 months now, I had known that something was up with my brakes. You know the occasional screeching sound you get when you tap on your brakes or the continuous low groaning your car gives you when you are on a high speed. I decided about a few months ago to take Midnight-my car- to the dealership to see what was going on. The verdict: I have to shell out over 450 pa to change my rear rotators and brake pads. Si gini? For wetin? Omo, isn’t Value brake advertising brakes for 100 pa, how did my own turn to 450? I started calculating my other expenses including my Brother’s summer wedding, the bridesmaid dress, the aso ebi and ko—I started having a premature heart attack. To cut a long story short, about a month ago, I went to about 4 different places to price it and finally settled for one automotive/tire store. I wouldn’t mention the shop but it translates to Ina plus okuta in Yoruba. I got a better deal with them and the arugbo bobo behind the counter talked and looked like a decent human being. Till today, I do not know what I was thinking giving my number out like that. The bobo asked for my number, which I initially thought was business until he told me different. By then it was too late as I was trying to hook up a deal**cough**see how God catches folks when they try to cut corners.
I figured since the guy was way older he was just trying to have a little conversation. That was how I had avoided hanging out with the bobo until it was about the time to get my car fixed. This incidentally coincided with a long distance trip I had to take and I needed my brakes to function properly. He called me and wanted to meet up the day before my trip. We met in front of the firestone store and took a drive in my car around town. I had convinced myself that since the bobo professed to be a Christ-like-I say that with regret dripping from my finger tips-- it was okay to meet at night seeing as that was the only time I had as I traveled during the week. Immediately the bobo entered my car I knew this was a big mistake. All my alarms started going off!! The guy just kept looking at me---as in insistently looking, talking all this bunch of crap about how mature I am, the possibilities between us(as IF!), the age difference doesn’t matter, what are your goals, I’m a responsible adult with a son in his first year in my alma-mata, doesn’t really want a relationship but My Gosh girl, you are beautiful. My Spirit connects with yours, even though I haven’t had a conversation with you, we are connected!
Lecherous beast in sheep’s clothing! Why was it that when I dropped him off in front of his store and came around to give him a brief hug, this old man wouldn’t let me go??? Heh, e gbami, he kept rubbing my back, talking about how good I feel and tried to grind up on me. I can’t remember how many times I asked him and struggled to let me go before he did. He then started apologizing and said he hoped I didn’t feel uncomfortable. If I was a cussing woman, he would have earned curses that would reinvent the life of his ancestors and unborn children in a negative manner. Nonsense!!
The next day, I was supposed to bring my car in. However when I woke up, I was just mad, mad at myself and mad at the awkward situation I created. I knew if I spent more than 5 minutes with him I would go off.
So, I did what I could and prayed. I was tired and didn’t want to take my car anywhere but I knew I needed the brakes fixed if I were ever to make it to my destination.
Then God stood up for me and despite my own parlay in the situation, rectified it for me.
Why, oh sweet why, did my friend whom I was to visit two states away call me and say I didn’t need to make it down….that he would come up?? Thank you Jesus!
Why did the arugbo to ko mo level e call me and tell me he had ordered the wrong parts and as such couldn’t’ fix my car? Double Thank you Lord.
That was my little miracle. I think if we really sit and think about situations that could have gotten worse but changed for the better through no handy work of ours, we can see God’s invisible hand in our lives, answering prayers and looking out for his children. I have a million other stories of such little miracles but I know He knows I’m eternally grateful.
P.s. I haven’t gotten my brakes fixed but I’ sure the Lord who is on the throne will make a way.
Poem of the Day: I wrote this in response to a poem I got from a new friend of mine. This is a future poem of how I want to connect with the love of my life. Let me know what you think.
Charmed!!
I believe it is your smile that lights up my day
Your speech that tingles my ear
Your walk that creates footsteps in my heart
Or is it the way you say my name
That harkens my Heart to yours?
I believe I don’t just dream about you at night
I breathe and feel you in my sleep
Your touch is as real as your kiss the night before
Your face even more magical
Or is it the way you hold me
That harkens my Body to yours?
I believe it is your prayers that keep me from falling
Your steadfastness that keeps me grounded
Your faith that blazes trails for me to follow
Or is the way you ask The Father to Love me more
That harkens my Soul to yours?
I am eternally charmed to be yours.
HAPPY EASTER WEEKEND!!! As we celebrate the triumphant death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ, lets us take time to examine our lives and see how we can live more victoriously for him. It’s fascinating and rejuvenating to take note of all the ways God has been good to me or the little miracles He performs in my life. Just the other day , on Friday to be exact, I had a couple of issues to address and I knew that I couldn’t do it on my own based on my nature, but God came through for me and I didn’t even have to lift a finger. All I did was pray
Occasion 1: I admit, while you are riding this, you may just possible think I made a stupid move or two in this story
So, for about 6 months now, I had known that something was up with my brakes. You know the occasional screeching sound you get when you tap on your brakes or the continuous low groaning your car gives you when you are on a high speed. I decided about a few months ago to take Midnight-my car- to the dealership to see what was going on. The verdict: I have to shell out over 450 pa to change my rear rotators and brake pads. Si gini? For wetin? Omo, isn’t Value brake advertising brakes for 100 pa, how did my own turn to 450? I started calculating my other expenses including my Brother’s summer wedding, the bridesmaid dress, the aso ebi and ko—I started having a premature heart attack. To cut a long story short, about a month ago, I went to about 4 different places to price it and finally settled for one automotive/tire store. I wouldn’t mention the shop but it translates to Ina plus okuta in Yoruba. I got a better deal with them and the arugbo bobo behind the counter talked and looked like a decent human being. Till today, I do not know what I was thinking giving my number out like that. The bobo asked for my number, which I initially thought was business until he told me different. By then it was too late as I was trying to hook up a deal**cough**see how God catches folks when they try to cut corners.
I figured since the guy was way older he was just trying to have a little conversation. That was how I had avoided hanging out with the bobo until it was about the time to get my car fixed. This incidentally coincided with a long distance trip I had to take and I needed my brakes to function properly. He called me and wanted to meet up the day before my trip. We met in front of the firestone store and took a drive in my car around town. I had convinced myself that since the bobo professed to be a Christ-like-I say that with regret dripping from my finger tips-- it was okay to meet at night seeing as that was the only time I had as I traveled during the week. Immediately the bobo entered my car I knew this was a big mistake. All my alarms started going off!! The guy just kept looking at me---as in insistently looking, talking all this bunch of crap about how mature I am, the possibilities between us(as IF!), the age difference doesn’t matter, what are your goals, I’m a responsible adult with a son in his first year in my alma-mata, doesn’t really want a relationship but My Gosh girl, you are beautiful. My Spirit connects with yours, even though I haven’t had a conversation with you, we are connected!
Lecherous beast in sheep’s clothing! Why was it that when I dropped him off in front of his store and came around to give him a brief hug, this old man wouldn’t let me go??? Heh, e gbami, he kept rubbing my back, talking about how good I feel and tried to grind up on me. I can’t remember how many times I asked him and struggled to let me go before he did. He then started apologizing and said he hoped I didn’t feel uncomfortable. If I was a cussing woman, he would have earned curses that would reinvent the life of his ancestors and unborn children in a negative manner. Nonsense!!
The next day, I was supposed to bring my car in. However when I woke up, I was just mad, mad at myself and mad at the awkward situation I created. I knew if I spent more than 5 minutes with him I would go off.
So, I did what I could and prayed. I was tired and didn’t want to take my car anywhere but I knew I needed the brakes fixed if I were ever to make it to my destination.
Then God stood up for me and despite my own parlay in the situation, rectified it for me.
Why, oh sweet why, did my friend whom I was to visit two states away call me and say I didn’t need to make it down….that he would come up?? Thank you Jesus!
Why did the arugbo to ko mo level e call me and tell me he had ordered the wrong parts and as such couldn’t’ fix my car? Double Thank you Lord.
That was my little miracle. I think if we really sit and think about situations that could have gotten worse but changed for the better through no handy work of ours, we can see God’s invisible hand in our lives, answering prayers and looking out for his children. I have a million other stories of such little miracles but I know He knows I’m eternally grateful.
P.s. I haven’t gotten my brakes fixed but I’ sure the Lord who is on the throne will make a way.
Poem of the Day: I wrote this in response to a poem I got from a new friend of mine. This is a future poem of how I want to connect with the love of my life. Let me know what you think.
Charmed!!
I believe it is your smile that lights up my day
Your speech that tingles my ear
Your walk that creates footsteps in my heart
Or is it the way you say my name
That harkens my Heart to yours?
I believe I don’t just dream about you at night
I breathe and feel you in my sleep
Your touch is as real as your kiss the night before
Your face even more magical
Or is it the way you hold me
That harkens my Body to yours?
I believe it is your prayers that keep me from falling
Your steadfastness that keeps me grounded
Your faith that blazes trails for me to follow
Or is the way you ask The Father to Love me more
That harkens my Soul to yours?
I am eternally charmed to be yours.
3 comments:
am glad you leaned your lesson, thank God everything came out great. dont make that same mistake again sha. and am sure you know i love the poem.
EWWWWW!!
that's just disgusting...and you didn't knee him in his ancient crotch! tufia!
glad that i can finally access dis ya blog...i was beginning to think you were lying about the whole thing :)
lol...I just laughed and laughed and laughed...lecherous old man. KAI! unwanted attention no good oh!. but girl you knew once you were meeting him at night that the bobo was up to something.
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