Last month, I saw a pastor who buried a member of his church in the morning. I attended the funeral because the person who died was my friend. As we left the funeral, he received a call. Another member just died.
The same pastor buried that other member same evening. Same day. I was at the second funeral too. I shuddered at the pain and burdens that pastor must have gone through.
When we raised funds to get 27 prison inmates released from Kirikiri Medium Prisons in 2017 in collaboration with the music artiste Yinka Lamboginny Lawanson , 4 of those former inmates decided to attend our church on their own volition.
Unfortunately, one of them caught tuberculosis in prison. His cough was terrible and he was lean. We assisted him to get treatment at a primary health Centre and gave him money every Sunday for his meds and feeding. His family rejected him and he slept in an uncompleted building
I personally invited his blood sister to talk to her so they could assist him. She rejected him and said she had her own problems. Our church treated and supported him for almost a year and we ended up raising funds for him to go back to Akwa Ibom.
I was in Akure for work on a Friday night when I got a call from Lagos. There was a lady we met on one of our evangelistic outreaches who started coming to church. She was a single mother with a special needs baby. Her family was too poor to assist her.
No one claimed responsibility for her pregnancy. We rented an apartment for her and supported her. That night, she was on the line howling. Her baby just died. I was very confused that night. There was very little I could do because I was far away in Akure while she was in Lagos.
I called a brother in church who rushed to her house. The dead baby was still in her apartment. The brother got a doctor to certify the baby dead and we rented an ambulance to evacuate the baby. We paid for a spot at the cemetery and buried the baby.
I heard about a pastor who learnt that one of his spiritual sons was down with Covid 19. This spiritual father still came to the house of his son and had to be restrained from physical entry. He wanted to see to the welfare of his spiritual son. I know the parties involved.
I can recount hundreds of stories.
You see, one of the hardest things to do is pastoring. You think it is easy to gather people together and grow their number? For every mega church you see, there are thousands of smaller churches whose memberships are less than 200.
Their pastors are quietly laboring. By the way, no church started as a mega church. All of them started small.
You just don’t understand the burdens and the pains of pastoring. You see some of the bling but most of them have paid a huge sacrifice. Many are still going through that pain.
We need to encourage pastors and pray for them more.
I did my National Youth Service at Port Harcourt. During that period, I lived with a former schoolmate's uncle at Nkpolu Rumuigbo, a small community along the way to Choba where the University of Port Harcourt is located.
A few days before we rounded off the National Service early 2000, I became very troubled. My heart was filled with fear and worry. The monthly "allowee" of N7,500 was about to come to an end.
I remember this amount because I used one month's allowance to buy a gown for a girlfriend then (story for another day).
On this day 25 years ago (May 30, 2000), I started a banking career that has now spanned seven financial institutions. On that day, I resumed at the Banking School located at Elephant House, Apongbon in Lagos.
I was part of the first set of entry-level trainees (we were called Banking Analysts) that were hired by the erstwhile National Bank then.
The actual date of resumption was May 29, 2000 but it was postponed by a day because the then President Olusegun Obasanjo declared May 29 as Democracy Day. So I resumed with 65 others the following day which was a Tuesday.
Building Social Skills: A Necessary Ingredient for Success
I discussed a few minutes ago with someone on how I consider having social skills a necessary ingredient for success in life.
I mentioned two different characters in the Bible and what was the major difference in their situation.
The sick guy by the pool of Bethesda in John Chapter 5 had been in that sick condition for 38 years. His greatest limitation as far as he was concerned was that he didn't have anyone to assist him by pushing him into the miracle pool whenever an angel stirred it up.
A DAY AT IKOYI CORRECTIONAL CENTRE: GREATERBAYO @ 50
On Saturday March 29, 2025, I visited Ikoyi Correctional Centre along with my wife, daughter and some colleagues. I had reached out to Ikoyi Correctional Centre (former Ikoyi Prisons) in the build up to my 50th birthday.
The major consideration was if there were inmates who had options of fines that could be paid so they could be free. In biblical Israel, every 50th year was a jubilee where people are released from their debts, freedom for all slaves and returning property to those who owned it.
So freedom for inmates was paramount on my mind.
However, we found out there were a litany of needs and after due consideration, I settled for 3 major projects viz:
1 Payment of fines for 8 inmates (initially 7 inmates but one more was added) at a total cost of N3,940,000
Philip Amiola: How A Simple Mail Evolved To Book Publication, Website & Newsletter Deals
Today, I met Philip Amiola physically for the first time. But here's the back story:
On August 5, 2020 (almost 5 years ago), I got a mail from Philip Amiola. A screen shot of the mail is shared along with this write up. Apparently, he follows me on X (formerly Twitter) and he had a few suggestions for me.
He suggested a personal blog or website and that he was willing to take my contents and publish them for free on a weekly basis via a newsletter.
The interview took place in Victoria Island, Lagos, that year. I arrived at the venue and met other candidates who came to interview for the role. A few were people I knew from Ibadan.
When it was my turn, I got into the office where the panel interview was held and sat down after I was instructed to do so. There were about seven people on the panel, and it was led by the managing director of the financial institution—an Indian.
One of the questions I was asked was, ‘Why should we hire you?’ The organisation had just started a new branch in Ibadan and was hiring relationship managers. I smiled and responded that I knew Ibadan—their target market—‘like the palm of my hands’.