I saw The Queens Gambit on Netflix yesterday and fell in love with the show immediately
It is about a female chess prodigy and her rise (struggles too)
The show reminds me of MR Anthony Olumeko, our neighbor when we were living at Alagbayun (Ashi) area, Ibadan. When we moved into
That flat in 1988, I had never heard of Chess before. My parents were consumate Scrabble players and I practically grew up learning my alphabets on the scrabble board. Mr Anthony had travelled the world (sponsored by the Catholic Church) He had planned to be a priest but changed
His mind for a reason he never told me.
Two weeks after we moved into the new apartment, he saw me in the compound and invited me into his flat. I went in and he showed me a lot of gadgets and pictures of his sojourn. Then I saw a chess board and asked him what that was and he
Told me to sit down and taught me how to play immediately
He showed me the pieces and how they moved and we played
I won our first game
He laughed and called it beginners luck
I won the second game and he gave me the chess board
That was how I started playing
I love playing chess
But scrabble was the game I truly excelled in.
I discovered the scrabble dictionary at The Polythecnic Ibadan, Eruwa Campus in 1999. Before then I played with a regular dictionary. One look at the scrabble dictionary and I realized I hadn’t even been playing “scrabble” all my
Life.
The players were preparing for NIPOGA games and I was able to watch them train
Eventually I got to play and I picked up fast
When I got to Bowen University I heard an announcement one day at the chapel that there was a scrabble club for interested players
I ignored it!
When I got to 200 level, there was an announcement that Bowen University’s sport team will be going to Covenant University to play friendlies. The school announced that each player will get a daily allowance and all. I met the coach at the library. He was reading a newspaper, I
Asked him about the games and he said they had filled up the slot for scrabble players
I told him to arrange a game between me and the best players he had selected. He asked me if I was joking. I said no. He called them. We played. I won. I got to go to Covenant university! And
Subsequently I got to play at Igbinedion University and Leeds City University. It was fun. I won medals and got to make many friends but that was it for me.
I used to have dreams of “going pro” but I had to face reality when I met some of my brothers from Calabar who played the
game constantly and excellently
Nigerians are gifted at everything.
I still have my boards at home.
The one my father sent to me in 2005 and the one I bought when I was teaching people to play at Roseway guest house, Mile 12, Lagos but I have no one to play with at the moment
My children are just learning and all the adults around me are busy doing life!
So I play with the Holy Spirit the way chess players play the game in their heads and I am yet to beat him even once!
His win is my win, so I don’t mind
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A tender heart is one of the basic signs you see in a believer who has met the Lord
A heart that cannot bear a bruised reed
A heart that is soft & compassionate towards all men
A heart that does not want any to perish but desires that all come to the reality of the Father’s love
Jesus had such a heart, so did John and Peter and James and Philip and Steven...
A heart that forgives the most grievous injury and counts the wickedness of men as a product of their ignorance. Jesus said “Father forgive them for they know not what they do” just as he was being
led to the cross to die for my sin. He knew I didn’t deserve it or even appreciate it and yet He did it because he wanted me to have that option.
Before Jesus came, mankind couldn’t have everlasting life. The Pharisees had an idea that there was a way to get it and they searched
Yesterday, I read the thread of a young man who was robbed at Ojota. He said the robbers beating him blue-black and took everything from him
He said he was so sure they were going to kill him that he was already praying that God should take his soul. He also said the officers of
the Nigerian Police were about 20 meters away from the incident
They were seated in their patrol vans and watched as he was beaten within an inch of his life
I read through over 2000 comments that the thread generated
Everybody blamed the police officers and wished the young man
well.
When I was a journalist, there was a young man who was employed as a reporter whom i love very well
He would go out and do vox pops on topical issues
He was quite good at getting the people to say their minds and soon became quite known even beyond Lagos
I remember the
There are some men a lady had to dim her light before they can be comfortable around her
They expect her to shut up and listen
They expect her to be less intelligent, less vocal, less obvious, and less of herself
Dont be one of those men
Don't ever kill the buzz of the woman you
love because you want to create the impression that you are in charge
I love wisdom
I don't like the appearance of wisdom under a layer of silence
I love obvious wisdom, vocalized and loud
It is very easy to identify foolishness
it is often loud and abrasive and cannot tolerate
anything that will expose it
The worst kind of foolishness is the quiet kind
A pastor friend once married a very quiet lady who gave birth to a baby boy, fetched water in a bucket just beside the bed and locked the baby in the room (baby was asleep) to go and watch a fight
Earlier today, inside the RCCG camp I saw Christ Embassy shuttles taking people to the IPPC conference at the Loveworld grounds just beside the camp. I saw a lot of cars parked all over the camp and I was told most of the chalets had been fully booked by Christ Embassy ministers
And members for the duration of the conference. I saw restaurants inside the camp all working at full capacity. When I got home I laid prostrate before my Father and cried with joy. You see, what I saw taught me a very vital lesson about the kingdom of God and it’s inner workings
When I was going to be ordained as a deacon in RCCG in 2018, I went to the camp for one week and shut myself in a chalet listening to Pastor Chris messages and praying in tongues
I was literally on fire on the day of the ordination, and GSWMI was birthed just one month after that
Out of all the stories I was told many years ago, the story of a young man struck me
This young man was very gifted spiritualy
Whenever and wherever he ministered, word of wisdom word of knowledge and prophecy would flow like a river
Another minister of the gospel met this young
man and invited him to a series of tent meeting crusades all over America
The young man saw it as an opportunity to minister to more people & accepted the deal
They got to a city
The other minister set up the tents and the crusade started
The young man ministered, many cases were
called, the supernatural began to manifest
Healings (Both physical and emotional) took place
When the young man was done, the spirit of repentance fell upon the people
Many started crying and wailing
The other minister saw an opportunity to cash in
He began to announce that God
She had a crazy crush on him
He had no idea for two years
When they were in 100 level, she would come around him seeking certain explanations and clarifications about their studies from him
He was sure she knew those subjects, but he felt she only came to him to be double sure
Then she started sending him messages
Warm, loving messages
She would call and ask him to help her read them and vet them as she was honing her writing skills
She was very creative and easy to be with
He liked her spirit and yes, he was happy to oblige her and make suggestions
Where necessary
He was six years older than her
He was expelled when he was in 400 level in a private university for having pornography on his laptop
His parents sued the school and another year of “let him graduate” plea went by
Eventually he had to start over in another private