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Prayer is not cliché


Prayer is not cliché
Prayer is not a religious activity
Prayer is communication
Prayer is an engaging process
Prayer shouldn’t be exercised only in times of trouble.
Prayer is not monologue, but dialogue
It’s a dialogue with the Author of all things.
He wants us to seek him; in exchange, he promised to
“Reveal to us marvellous and wondrous things we could never figure out by ourselves”.
He wants to reveal his heart to us more than his hands that we sought after,
He wants to discuss great matters with us—Kingdom matters,
remember the Lord’s prayer;
“Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven”.
The Spirit gives counsel, but counsel is not found on the shelf,
“Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water, a man of understanding  will draw it out”.
There is counsel in the place of prayer, this is why we have to stop being cliché about it.
We have to get intentional with prayer.
The place of prayer is where solution is birth, where idea is given.
Prayer time should be like going to have a conversation with a mentor, notepad and pen are necessary.
Cooperate prayers are awesome but cannot substitute personal prayer.
Consistency is key in the place of prayer. Engaging right makes prayer worth it.
It’s okay to be prayed for and with, but it makes more sense when you’ve been praying too.
Prayer is making up our mind to seek Him because he has made himself available to be found,
“He made all things so as to be sought after; He is woven in the fabric of creation”.
We are caught up in chasing by-products, when the source is just within our reach.
He wants you to launch out into the deep while he is in the boat with you.
We’ve been called to more than ourselves, stop looking down
Look to Him, then He will help you look ahead to see the nations he has called you to inherit.
It is time to reduce the noise, He is and has been speaking. He wants to be heard.

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So I was out today, to see a friend who left me with “you are a talkative” which I am yet to come to terms with, I don’t want to believe I am a talker. He later left abruptly anyways. As my nature is, I forgive.

After my friend ditched me, I decided to take a walk to a lone place which doesn’t really exist. I think we need somewhere in sabo where one can be all by oneself. I doubt if that is possible though.

So I contemplated Ozone Cinemas but I walked pass cos I believed it would be noisy, of which it wasn’t anyways. As I walked pass Ozone Cinemas to the nearby street in search of a lone place which doesn’t exist. Then come this guy, he said hi and I responded, I sure can make do with some company. I sighted you from afar, he said I am Soso in exchange I said my name, so we walked back to Ozone. This Mr. Soso kept going on and on about his life plans… And how he loved my structure.

I don’t know why he was just trying to be so impressive, he was going to do almost anything to get me to talk. Of which he lost me when he started being impressive. And I’m like you need not try. We sat there and discussed about movies he had seen and was a waste of time. Did I mention that in the space of 15 minutes he has repeatedly told me how he treated malaria. I was bored. I had to listen and pretend to be nice for a while.

He offered to pick up tickets for movie, I refused. All I wanted to do was to leave but I wanted to be nice about it. Then Mr. Soso came up with, there is something special about you and I’d like to see you again, in my head I’m like, no no this ain’t gonna happen again, it was a mistake in the first place. This guy could hardly keep his hands to himself. In less than 30 minutes I could write about Mr. Soso, at least based on what he has said so far. Maybe he was trying to prove he’s got vision.

I finally made up my mind to leave. He walked me and I told him out rightly I am not going to see you again at least not intentionally. He pushed far enough to get my number.

While giving him my number on a goodbye note, that’s how one guy in jeep drove past us and ‘cut me eye’. Anyways I finally said goodbye to Mr. Soso. Only to walk to the next street to see that the jeep guy. He has turned and  was on the street, waiting. I just walked as swiftly as possible into where I was going.

In my head I’m like, what is it with all this strange guys attention today? Then it occurred to me it’s the hair. Just because I managed to look not so me and fixed Bohemian so I got all this unsolicited attention.
I bet if I was on my nappy hair looking like one 16 year old girl. I would have at least walked on the street unnoticed.

It such an epistle I guess is worth sharing. I might stick to my nappy hair though, I guess it’s more peaceful.

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Co-habiting wasn’t very natural for us in this part of the world before now.
The thought of one’s folks is enough to straighten one up.
It’s not so anymore, folks do not really see a big deal in co-habiting any longer.
Our Parents’ moral standard which seemed to be out of reach seems to have been reached and subtly broken.
Their excuse in recent times is age. Age should not be a reason to misbehave.
If something is wrong for the teenagers then it is wrong for the adult who is not doing it right.
If this continues, it will leave us with uncontrollable teenagers.
For the sake of the upcoming generation and our sanctity we should stop this menace called co-habiting.

Thanks to Hollywood, they have successfully sold it to us over time and we’ve come to buy and accept it as a norm.
No one seem to contend with the idea anymore. If and when anyone does, the person is seen as abnormal.
Someone once said you can’t blame someone for feeding you wrongly but you can be blamed for digesting wrongly.

In this part of the world we have a culture and our generation is fast forgetting who we are.

This is to all the precious ladies out there. You deserve better than being treated like a modern slave.
You cook his food, as in you take all the kitchen heat for nothing.
You take all the heat for someone that could wake up next morning and decide to go for another lady.
You do his laundry, you give him great sex and the question in your pretty head at all time is
“when will he pop the question?” sorry sis he might not, at least not anytime soon.
He is still testing the goody for free plus he has the opportunity to hop for another.

It was a joke on social media recently, a lady comes to your house and leaves her earring,
the next day she leaves her slippers brother be prepared, you are about to get a partner.

Is it not obvious enough that some guys don’t want to be committed? But ladies will not let a guy think.
Some guys just want to keep you as a friend. Can you please, not push things while he make his decisions?
Ladies it’s time to take the red pill so as to see from a whole new perspective.
You don’t have to prove you are a good wife material, please let him find out.
Men are natural adventurers, they feel like a conqueror when they discover things.
Please let him discover you. You are a price that needs to be won.

Some guys treat ladies wrongly while co-habiting because they don’t know how to say they are tired.
Some ladies got their life’s beaten.
Some of this guys are tired and don’t know how to send you packing because they think you have put in too much.
So in the stead of calling it quit, he starts maltreating you hoping you get the point someday.

This is heavy but it can’t be too heavy to be said, co-habiting has been noticed amongst believers.
How can we allow the society dictate for us, we have been called to a lot more than immoralities.
We have not so LEARNT CHRIST. The bible is our code of conduct, Jesus is whom we’ve been called to become.
Christ is our standard and whom our gaze should be upon. We are the light of the world.

So come out from among them, brethren.

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Raye and Theft.


Raye and Theft.

Eight out of every ten adult stole as a child, but this is a bit different from the usual pot of soup thing.

In primary school, there used to be these plastic toys that were mostly found with the boys. These toys were small, and come in different combat forms. The boys usually use them to combat during break. I like these toys as a kid and always wanted one for myself

I longed to have one of these toys, but I never really had enough money to buy one. Even when I had money, I don’t get to see the toy.
Money for us then, was at most 50 naira.

One Sunday afternoon, I was with my sisters going for a Sunday visit. We were passing through a market when I sighted a woman with a heap of the toys I had long longed for. All I wanted was just one of these tiny toys as I couldn’t see myself passing by these toys without having one.

I thought of a way to get one, but one of my sisters was holding my right hand while the woman was by my left hand side. As we approached the woman, I made up my mind to pick a toy for myself.

When we got to her station, I picked one as decided, but got the shocker of my life when I realized that the toys were tangled by a rope. It was too late to drop it, as the woman’s [the toy seller] attention has been drawn already. She raised her voice, which drew my sisters’ attention. At first, my sisters were confused. Then my sister, Rukky, asked me to explain what happened but I lied that my dress hooked the toys. Although, the toy seller didn’t agree, but my sisters saved the day by defending their little sister. My sister, Rukky, did not buy the lie either. I was quiet while the drama dragged between my sisters and the toy seller.

We eventually left, while my sisters had a juicy topic to discuss till we arrived home. After the visit and we had got home, sister Rukky said “you picked that toy intentionally and never envisaged to be caught in the act.” I felt like I had just been bathed with chill water. My other sisters agreed with Rukky not to report the incident to my mum.

After that day, I didn’t get to steal again, I don’t eye another pupil’s toy aside when I had to steal a classmate’s ‘gala’ and I was caught in the act too. Stealing never went well for me as a kid.

I guess I was pretty good with lies though, because I wonder how I was able to come up with the “dress hooking” lie within a twinkle of an eye as a child.

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My Fan Rolled Again


My Fan Rolled Again

The day is going as planned, unlike yesterday that I faffed most of the day. I was busy with my tutorial when I heard a knock on the door, I headed straight to the door. It was the NEPA guy (we never get used to calling them PHCN), then he asked for the bill, which I produced. He goes, you guys have outstanding payment and I’m here to disconnect your line, I tried to explain to him that the outstanding bill is from past years of which we weren’t here as at the time.

Our NEPA guy looked at me and said let’s leave business aside for now, “are you married?” I felt like asking if he was alright, but I comported myself “that has got nothing to do with the bill or disconnecting our line” I responded. He asked for my name and I told him, then he asked for my number which I refused bluntly.

He said he is going to disconnect the line and left,
as if not giving him my number helped him make his decision. I stepped back into the room,
picked up my phone and called my mum. I guess a neighbour heard my conversation via the phone, he stepped out from his apartment.

On getting where the guy was, opposite my street he was writing a report I don’t understand. My neighbour explained same thing I had explained earlier to him. You know how they behave when you are trying to get them not to show themselves. He did not respond, he continue writing the report as if his life depended on it.

The house we stood in front of, the occupants were explaining to him that the person with the bill is not around. I’m like don’t you guys have a record of your own. I noticed the guy on the pole asking if they have dropped something tangible. The house occupants raised 700 naira to bribe them. They still threaten to disconnect the line because the bribe is not enough. Of which I am sure they knew this building is not owing.

Another woman was ranting and almost crying because her line has been disconnected.
She paid just yesterday to the same NEPA guy. He claimed she has outstanding payment.
When I heard her own story, I knew there’s nothing we can say to stop this guys.

Then another guy alighted from a bike, he seemed to be the boss.
My neighbour approached him to explain, having noticed he was in charge. Then I interrupted, he looked at me for a while and said, the only reason we won’t disconnect this line is if you guys find us something.

Then it became clearer and defined. I left the bill with my neighbour and left for my apartment. I did not mind, I continued my tutorial. After a while my neighbour called out, he said they finally disconnected the line. I acted like I can survive without light anyways.

It dawned on me it’s for real when I noticed the light has been restored in the neighbourhood and we don’t have light. I couldn’t concentrate on my tutorial anymore. Of a sudden it seemed as if the room is hotter, then I noticed my fan is not rolling and might not roll for a while if nothing is done. I got so uncomfortable.

Not long I heard another neighbour said he has called a guy to come connect the line, but then he decided against it because he felt the Landlady should have sorted out this outstanding bill, long ago. I started praying, so as to see my fan roll again. Then he called out that the illegal connector is around.

Just then the thought of having light made me think of food,
I picked up myself, off to the street to get stuffs to cook.
Wahlah! On getting back the line has been connected illegally,
who cares how it was connected.

It is true that there is nothing as heart breaking as, knowing
your neighbour has light and you don’t.

Here I am looking at my ceiling fan roll again, what a joy.

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Raye is my name again.
I will like to tell you about some interesting happenings in my life as a child. I did some silly things as a child and will like to share.

I attended a public primary school, beside my school there was a military school which my friend, Ugo happen to attend. Ugo is a friend from my neighbourhood. I was in primary five and my class happen to be on a second floor.

This particular day I had a beautiful day, being playful than usual. All of a sudden I spotted my friend from the military school at the school gate walking towards my block, I didn’t know what to do. I did not want the attention one get from being visited by a friend that’s not from a public school. As soon as I sensed she was on the stairs, I went to my seat, placed my head on my desk and pretended to be asleep. When my friend got to my class, she asked after me. Alaba, a classmate came to my seat to get me.

When he got to my sit, he tapped me to get up, as someone is here to see me.
I didn’t respond to him, he shook me, screamed and did all he could. I did not attend to my friend that day. After a while my friend left, and I woke up from my death sleep.

My classmate could not wrap their heads around why I will chose to ignore a friend that stopped by to say hello. I couldn’t explain why either, so I just put up with the talks and attitude. I’m sure some of them must have thought I was nut.

The next time I saw Ugo, I snubbed her and walked pass her. Ugo came to my house in the evening to check on me.
She didn’t say a word about what happened earlier. She must have told her Mum, I’m sure she was advised to love on me still. We remained friends. If only I could peak into her mind to know what she thought of me at that time. Ugo was sweet to me.

Each time I remember that day,
I ask myself, what happened? What was I thinking?

How on earth did my friend still loved on me despite my snubbish attitude?

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I am Raye.


I am Raye.

I was much clueless about life as a child.
Growing up wasn’t all that fun for me, the reason cannot be far-fetched.
The words that sank down my subconscious were; Oponu, ode (fool), arindin,
o se sham sham (you’re not smart), didirin (imbecile).
I grew up thinking I was good for and at nothing.
I would not dare dance because I have a sister each of my step can be compared to
and won’t be as perfect, so l saved myself the ridicule. My younger sister and neighbour (friend)
were always the reference point.

My confusion could be so evident at times, but I’m quite good at covering it up.
At least I succeeded in making my folks think I am perfect.
They have the impression that I am one mean fellow, that cares about nothing.
This girl is quite emotional and caring.

I hope you will forgive me for building a fake image.
For the fear of being laughed at and not wanting to be compared to another.
I suppressed me as I grow up. I never loved my uniqueness, till I decided to take a close walk with me.

I want my childhood back, I never allowed myself explore it because of the fear of being different.
More so, something inside of me yearns for it badly.
I later learnt that it’s okay to be laughed at and to be compared to another.
someone also said, it’s okay to be different.

I am not confused,I think I’m sure of that now.
I started accepting me and extirpating the lies I believed when I was much younger.
I have fought a battle of thinking everyone is better than me.

I have come to believe, it never too late to start all over.
So I am on a journey to being me, if you don’t mind you can walk along.

I am Raye, I’m ready to tell my own story.
It took a while to get to this point I must say.

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Opportune Leader

Opportune Leader


For the first time in my life,
I have the opportunity to lead a set of people,
Who are of the same qualification of which most of them are politically, intellectually and probably morally sound than I am.

It seemed huge when my predecessor gave me a hint, I had no idea of how but my mind was at rest. I know
He that started the good work will bring it to completion.

It’s been a long ride and quite Challenging. Coordinating a group of Intellectuals, has been a period of Adventure and schooling for me.

I have learnt a lot, this period.

LOVE: it is easy to say the word and mess the meaning up, it is a word powerful and weightier than is being perceived. There is more to loving people, than when they are admirable and nice. How about when they get nasty.  I have come to conclude that LOVE is PAINFUL. To love truly, one has to be ready to go through pain and sacrifice. I have learnt to love, despite the pain of loving.

I will say I am being schooled
In fruit of the Spirit;

Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness,
Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness and Self-Control (Gal 5:22 NIV)

Know matter how much you try, someone somewhere thinks
He/she has a better idea on how to run the show, of which he/she could be clueless on how to run his/her life.

I always want to be a girl, but of a sudden
I was handed the responsibilities of a grown up.

God has really been faithfully to his word, before I left for here, He
Gave me His word;

He God will not in any way fail me nor give me up
Nor leave me without support, He will not, He will not, He will not in any degree leave me helpless nor forsake me nor let me down, He will never
Leave me nor relax His hold on me” (Hebrews 13:5b Amp)

I have learnt a lot, am learning and there’s still more to learn.

He awakens me morning by morning He awakens my ears to Learn as the Learned (Isaiah 50:4)

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Self fear


Our deepest fear
Is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear
Is that we are powerful beyond measure.

We ask ourselves,
Who am I to be Brilliant,
Gorgeous, Talented and Fabulous.
Actually, who are you not to be?

We were born to make manifest,
The Glory of God that is within us.
As we let our own Light shine
We unconsciously give other people,
Permission to do same.

~ From the movie Akeelah and the Bee

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From His Loin

From His Loin


Growing up, I have heard people debate on the topic,
Between a man and a woman, who owns the child“?
It is natural to say the child is the woman’s, due to birth pang, nursing and nurturing.
It is understandable if she gets most of the attention, considering the role she plays in the child’s life.

This got me wondering; where is the place of a man?
Most of the time the man gets side lined,  aside financing.
Aside finance, a man should be given other credits.
The truth is, a man starts producing sperm at puberty, which is from age 10 to 12. Meaning he’s been carrying
the spermatozoa since then, till he has sex with a woman.

It’s a little like having a seed on the shelf, anticipating cultivation.

The moment a man has sexual intercourse with a woman, the seed he’s been carrying for years, finds a soothing environment to grow and express itself.
The womb; a replica of the soil, gives definition to the seed, which had been in his loin for years.

My point is, a man should be given some credit for carrying in his loin, that wonderful seed for as long as he could.
Even though he needs help to birth it.

He deserves a credit, for burying the seed in the appropriate quarter,
a credit for eating right,
a credit for not leaving the seed on the shelf,
a credit for not competing when all the attention goes to the woman, who exposed his secret deeds.

If as a woman, you got a beautiful fruit from that seed.
Thank a man for properly concealing the seed.

Give a man some credit.