The World As it Spins

I usually don't hide the fact that travelling by air scares me. The slightest turbulence makes me jittery. Over the weekend, I had to go on a trip of about 7 hours flight time. You can imagine how it must have been for me. Funniest thing, we have a case of really bad turbulence and I actually thought that was going to be the end. I quietly committed my heart and soul unto the Lord and hoped for the best. In the midst of all that, a lot of things flashed through my mind and I couldn't help asking "Do these things really matter?". I thought I was going to perish and I didnt think of my car, house, wedding preparation or money. It was just me and the prospect of eternity. Before my trip, I was really pissed about something yet in that instance, it all didn't matter. I was not even angry anymore. I just wanted to live. Well, in the end a lot of things do not matter. God is the only One that matters. 

Are you feeling unsure about your direction in life? Do you want to live with intention, purpose, and clarity? In this post, we explore how to develop a vision for life from a faith-based perspective—anchored in identity, discipline, and God’s plan for your future. Why You Need a Vision for Life Without a clear vision, it's easy to drift aimlessly or chase goals that don’t fulfill. Developing a personal vision gives you direction, motivation, and spiritual focus. It aligns your day-to-day actions with your long-term purpose. Step 1: Start With Identity – Who Are You? Developing a life vision begins with self-awareness. Ask yourself: “Who am I through God’s eyes?” Understanding your identity in Christ is the foundation of meaningful vision. It helps you see your value, potential, and purpose—beyond external validation. Key takeaway: See yourself the way God sees you. Step 2: Define the Scope of Your Vision A complete vision should touch on three major life areas: Personal Growth: Ar...

 I’ve always been fascinated by the concepts of chronos and kairos . Chronos refers to time that passes in a sequential, linear manner, while kairos is the opportune moment for something to happen. Many speakers and writers have shared a lot about this topic, and I’ve learned so much from them. From my personal experience, I’ve seen how missing these opportune moments can have a serious impact. The lessons I’ve learned are: You may never know when the opportune moment will come, so prepare yourself well. The opportune moment often comes in disguise, so always be on your best behaviour. Don’t make decisions lightly or carelessly. If you miss the moment once, learn from it and don’t repeat the same mistake. In conclusion, kairos can change the course of your life, but only if you’re ready for it. Time waits for no one, and the opportunities we’re given don’t always announce themselves. So, stay alert, work hard, and be prepared to seize that moment when it comes. Take action toda...

It's been over a year since I made a post here. A lot has happened, some of which I'm going to write about. I've not decided yet. Whatever the case, I feel happy to be back to doing something I enjoy doing. However, before I make another post, I'll take time to read through all previous posts and relish them all. Ciao 🙂

 "Heaven and earth will pass away..."  The words of our Lord Jesus point out that this world is temporary. There are just a few constant things in this world, one of which is change. Change may often not be palatable but it is something we should learn to stomach. Governments change, people change, people die and feelings change. Get used to it. What do you do when faced with change? How do I react? React with positivity and a hopeful outlook. But my major concern is enjoying things while they are still here. Before things change, paying that visit, enjoying the days of bachelorhood, reading that book, making that call before the inevitable change happens.

It is not in doubt that the second million is easier to make than the first. In fact, many people say the first million is the hardest to make. Back then when I was passing through the unemployment phase, a mentor of mine, advised me to start small saying “ It is easier to get a job when you are engaged with a job ”. Even Corporate Mach said something similar when he wrote that “ It is easier to get a laptop when you already have a laptop ” and he wasn't talking about laptops. I am not going to talk about Tech or money. Just wanted to put it out there that I agree fully. Ever since I presented my manifesto to my beloved, to which she accepted, the greenlight I have received from young ladies has been overwhelming. A certain acquaintance of mine who took upon herself Jezebelian inclinations even went further graphically describe her desires of me. It was quite wild and I get a running stomach anytime I think about it. But that’s not the point. The point is once you break even, t...

The events detailed below were as told to me by Audu. I met Audu when I boarded his bus from Nasarawa Eggon to Lafia sometime this year. "God is always on the side of the Righteous" Audu declared as he shifted gears. "Let me give you a story to buttress my point" he added. I knew an interesting story was about to be spilled so I leaned back on my seat and turned my face towards him. A certain woman in Lafia had given Audu a bag containing rice to deliver to her sister in Nasarawa Eggon. She had paid him and had given Audu her sister's phone number so he could call when he arrived at Nasarawa Eggon. The journey between Nasarawa Eggon and Lafia is short. At most it takes 20 minutes, Reckless drivers do the trip in 12.  Upon arrival, Audu called the recipient and then arranged to meet. He then proceeded to get some rest, the recipient of the rice was going to come and meet him as he rested from his labors. Not long afterward a woman came and asked for the rice that...

I interrupt a series that even I now find boring to address this important issue. I have heard reports and seen things that have necessitated this treatise. Apparently, this is a burning issue in the hearts and minds of my numerous friends and well-wishers. Being a child of God and a person with a large heart, I could not sit back and allow my loved ones to be eaten up by anxiety. Many have come out directly to ask me when I shall get married, others beat about the bush until the bush withered. A certain gentleman did not bother to ask, he took it a notch higher- he gave me an ultimatum! I understand that all of this is from a place of banter and for some a result of anxiety. I have good news for you, I am not getting married yet.  Daughters of Nigeria, weep no more. The weepy day is still abit far ahead.

Chima found himself in an abandoned Primary School peeping through bullet holes in a wall. The late afternoon heat seemed to be exacerbated by the ratatat of rifle gun fire. Beyond a broken fence in the distance, Chima could observe insurgents with their kaftans scurrying about with their heads bent. None however attempted to go through the broken wall. "Bastards, try and cross it now" Chima dared in his mind. Some foolhardy insurgent at the moment seemed to hear Chima's thoughts. He bravely crossed the wall and began to run towards the classroom where Chima was. Chima's rifle coughed twice and the insurgent slumped like a sack of beans. Other insurgents who were already charging saw what happened and retreated. Captain Damola who was was just transferred in from Damboa to head the unit stepped into the classroom.  "Well done, well done" he growled. Without saying anything more, he stepped out. Captain Damola was not a man of many words. Chima who had the du...

The events following his meeting with Bayo took a wild dimension. The country was rocked by the EndSARs protests. Chima who had had a few run ins with the dreaded SARS operatives before was emotionally invested. Despite Miriam's objections, Chima made effort to participate in the protests. With time, Miriam no longer worried about Chima's presence at the protests as it appeared the protests had a therapeutic effect upon him. He didn't even need to see the therapist his boss recommended. His nights were peaceful and his nightmares ceased. Miriam was pleased, especially as she was finally getting some good loving on most nights. Life was getting back to normal ironically as a result of the abnormal circumstances.  When the Lekki shootings occured, Miriam was scared Chima was going to lose it and go into a downward spiral. Chima surprisingly held it together. He even suggested that they tried to make a baby. This pleased Miriam and she was already thinking of baby names. She h...

Chima's nightmares did not stop. On some days he slept peacefully, other days were rough. His productivity levels were dropping and he was afraid someone at work would notice. His fears were too late as Bayo noticed and called him for a chat. Bayo was Chima's supervisor and they were almost friends. They'd have been friends if Bayo was not a maniac. Bayo was unpredictable, on some days he was cool but most of the time he was a raging furnace. Word had it that his descent to his present state began when his fiancee left him to be with another man. Bayo was nice to Chima when he called him to his office. He even flashed Chima a smile. The first since the year began. He pointed to a seat and when Chima sat down, he cleared his throat and began. "I noticed you have been down these past few days. Anything the issue?" he asked, surprisingly gently. "No, not at all" Chima lied. "You know, I would understand. Yours is a young marriage, is the wife troubling...

Miriam lost her peace since her husband Chima first had a violent nightmare. More nightmares followed in the subsequent nights and Miriam was all the worse for it. Chima on his part said little about his nightmares, but from the little he said, she could guess they were all gory. All Chima would say was that he had nightmares about war and would ask that they pray against war.  The nightmares took their toll on Chima, sudden sounds startled him and he winced whenever he heard gunfire on TV. Miriam was surprised when Emeka his younger brother called her to report Chima. Chima had visited their mother and then seized his game console because Emeka was playing violent games. Surprisingly, it was Chima who had bought the particular game for Emeka.  "I don't know why he is acting that way but it is strange" Emeka complained. "I think he is just stressed. I will talk to him" Miriam replied. Emeka was a mild-mannered young chap who was like the brother Miriam never had...

The wristwatch on dresser lit up and beeped.   It was 1AM. Miriam sighed. The room was was washed with the soft glow from her laptop's screen. Everywhere was silent save for her continuous tapping on the keyboard and Chima's snoring. A few months back she would have worried about how she would fall asleep amidst such noise. Now with two months of marriage under her belt, she didn't bother. The noise seemed to be music to her ears. She had gotten used to it so quickly that it surprised her. Chima mumbled something from his sleep.  "Honey did you say something?" Miriam asked not expecting any answer.  "Please don't kill me" he replied. She turned in panic, she could see Chima stretched on the bed. His breathing was laboured but he snored nonetheless. He seemed to be in some sort of struggle with something. She could see him turning his face left and right in the dimness. "Please, please. Haba mana, ka yi hakuri" Chima pleaded. Fear gripped Mi...

I have promised a lot here and most times I hardly ever make good of my promises. Well, I promise to start and complete this series no matter how long it takes. It is something I have had in mind for a very long time, in fact it is complete in my mind. All I need to do is to spit it out, and that is the work. I feel lazy and lethargic and bored. I wish all of it could just jump out of my mind and splash on your screen. Sigh, nothing good comes easy. Since this is good, it will have to come through the not - so - lazy way. The best way to write is to start writing, here we go. The first episode of the series drops on Friday. Subsequent episodes will drop subsequently with some form of frequency. Special thanks to Jerry and Jessica who in some way encouraged me to get past my lazy self. Here we go... God epp us. Happy reading. .

This is an excerpt from a project I'm working on. I don't know much about how it will turn out anyway all I know is I'm working on a long story and very different things are coming together to form a part of it. Enjoy We do everything for a reason We obey the law that guides everything There is a reason There is a reason for everything We tie a ram on the neck The goat is tied from the neck A monkey has a neck yet we tie it on the waist There is a reason The chicken doesn't know which path leads to the river Why do you ask her It is the duck we ask There is a reason

I just wanted to put it out that in the year of our Lord two thousand and twenty, a deadly plague fell upon the face of the Earth. It was terrible and thousands of people died. The disease was popularly known as the Corona virus. it also was known by several names such as Covid19, Colonial Virus, Wuhan Virus (a bit racist though), Corona Various, Convict 19 and Covik 1-9. The governments in many cities imposed a lockdown. I for one, was locked down in Jos. The first phase of the lockdown was a boring experience. I spent it on Instagram and Twitter mostly checking out fine girls. It passed away uneventfully. We were given a few days break to stock up before the second phase began. I came out of this one looking like a cave man. Surprisingly, one little girl I know put her hands on my face and said "Hmm. You're becoming a man". My boyish charm had vanished and I was looking like some neanderthal. The second phase was a bit better, I spent it developing some content for my c...

I’ve put in my whole heart to make this work Giving out love getting none in return Never expecting it will take this long In the eye of the storm I know morning will come I feared my tears were sown in vain But then again these are growing pains

There is a lot of content out there that encourage you to "shoot your shot", "take that step", or "just do it". I am here to endorse and reinforce these concepts in a few words. A lot of barriers may pop up and things may look bleak but then give it a shot. If you don't think you'd get it (or her) then shoot your shot for confirmation. At least you get an E for Effort. I would be signing a big deal in the coming months. Considering that I thought I would be in the educational sector for longer, I almost did not give it a thought when I saw the adverts but then, here I am on the verge of a career switch. It did not take much effort, I just needed to shoot. Whatever it is you have in mind, you don't kill it with what ifs . Give it a shot. It is better to try and fail than not to try at all and then wallow in coulda, woulda, shouldas and regrets. All I am saying in other words is, just do it. Please prepare hard before shooting. Oppor...

Credit: Jerry X Based on true life events The events described herein happened to a bosom friend of mine. It is with his sad commission that I share this story. He believes that by some stroke of good fortune, this story could be a way out of his sadness. This the story of my beloved friend whom I shall not name to protect his identity. My friend met this lady at a professional engagement about this time last year. In his words “I caught sight of her when she stood up to introduce herself. She just stood out from the crowd. She was not just beautiful but she spoke intelligently. I knew if I did not get her number, I'd have fallen hand”. He further confided that I served as extra motivation. That he knew that if he let her go, I'd not tolerate any made up stories. While I feel humbled, I must clarify that I do not push my friends to go a-philandering. I just detest sloppiness, timidity and inferiority complex. So when my friend brought news of his new acqu...

Editor's note: Due to popular demand, this treatise is being republished. This is to reach a wider audience with the unique wisdom of Bro. I G. Why 'Baby' is Not an Appropriate Appellation of Endearment: A Treatise By [your favorite] Bro. Immanuel G My first treatise was on women eating men's money. I can say it was well received. I was inundated with calls, texts and emails from worried bachelors who had also been suffering from eating disorders wherein women ate their money instead of them. I shall address that issue with solutions after I conclude further research. I have observed that several grown people are in the habit of calling their loved ones "baby"/"babe" and other infantile derivatives. I too was once a partaker of such tomfoolery-shamefully. Having seen the light, I have decided to take my time to write this treatise to open the eyes of the ignorant many. It is a retrogressive term is a to use for an adult Wh...