I remember that day like yesterday
Even i didn't know how vivid the memory was until today
I was working with a media firm in 2011
It was one of those private media outfits run
by people who supply media content to
TV stations
We were working with a private producer for
a tv show
on the housing industry
it was a poor paying job
A prominent Nigerian of Northern origin had been invited to an event by one of the notable cement manufacturing companies
It was a must "cover" event
I had to be at the venue with my cameraman and the independent producer of the
show
Suddenly I felt that thing that we all feel when someone was talking about us in an unkind way
It was very strong
I looked around and saw them
A guy and a lady
The guy was my wife's colleague at her own media outfit
He was telling the lady beside him something in whispers
and they were both laughing mockingly
i had to look at my dressing to be sure I wasn't covered in shit
What i was wearing wasn't expensive but it was neat
I became very self-conscious as if i should just disappear
We were all inside the blue roof of LTV
It was not a very good day
After the event, the lady approached me
She greeted me and said "I was told you are so and so's husband"
She said it in a very mocking tone, as if "Wow, you were the one she settled for"
It was an insult but one of those thinly veiled insults that you cannot do anything about
When i got home i told my wife about it
i told her i don't know the lady but i didn't like the fact that her colleagues treated me with so much disdain
We were all journalists at the time but they were working for a well known and better paying outfit
They were right at the top
of the food chain
I was earning 30K a month where i was working at the time
About 1/6th of my wife's earnings
Of course, it made it seem as if i was less of a man to the shallow-minded
It affected my confidence a little
I remember dodging assignments where I will most likely meet
that particular guy that used me to wipe the floor of his vanity
Thank God for "time"
It came and slowly did its thing
Today I was at a supermarket doing some shopping for Christmas
The same lady approached me
The one that laughed me to scorn that day in 2011
She needed a letter
of recommendation to work at a firm
She needed it urgently and was on her way to plead with a senior colleague to write it for her when she saw me alighting from my car in front of the supermarket
She followed me into the supermarket and asked me to please write it for her
She
desperately needed the job
I listened to her and told her to get into my car
i drove her to the office where she was seeking employment and told the MD she is a friend of mind
She was given the job
I congratulated her and turned to leave
She said "Brother Gbenga, You don't know
what i have gone through in the past 11 months.
Thank God i met you today
Thank you for helping me out
I will like to apologize for what I and so and so did that day at LTV
I know you must have forgotten but it stayed with me
I have never met you before that day but I know we
should have done better
I asked so and so if he knows who you were because we have had cases of fake journalists at several events before that day
He said he did and went on to say some unflattering things about you.
We were just being silly
I just wanted you to know i am sorry
about it.
I laughed and said it doesn't matter
And yes, it didn't
Nobody in his or her right mind will mock me now
The Holy Spirit has made me an adornment for his glory
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Something happened the day after he beat her blue-black for cheating on him
The boundaries of their relationship shattered
He was not an abusive person by nature but that singular act of raising his hand to slap her once and her response, not defiance but acceptance made it worse
It was raining that night
He was in severe pain
He had just been discharged from the hospital after a week
He barely escaped with his life
He had been poisoned by an unknown person
All he could remember was sitting down to sit in a palm wine joint in front of his girlfriend's
school
He had left his own school around 10 am and got to her school before noon
She was having lectures
He had walked into the school premises and seen her in the classroom
He had a key to "their" room but he decided to wait for her at the palm wine joint
He was not in a hurry
He saw his mother struggle for many years as a believer
She was fed fat with all sorts of junks many peddle as the gospel
Sometimes she would come home with special soap and instructions for her children
Sometimes she would come hope with oju-olongbo (Cat's eyeballs) for them to
swallow in the middle of the night
Sometimes she would take a blade and a substance and put incisions on their bodies
There was a time he suddenly had severe neck pain that lasted for many days
His mother ran to a man who strangled a chicken and cooked it for him to eat for his
recovery
Yet his mother would claim to be a staunch Christian
She would make them commit Scriptures to memory and insist they have to be in church on Sunday
He also watched as his mother's sphere of influence grew steadily through the years
Many of the other women in the church
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