I came across this lovely piece from a sister and friend and i thought it will be lovely sharing it with everyone. It's the key, you've got it so use it.

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat Disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the
young man's name embossed in gold. Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a Telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things. When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his
father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. His father had carefully underlined a verse, As he read those words, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words... PAID IN FULL.

How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? Does this mean anything to you? Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for... IF YOUR GIFT IS NOT PACKED THE WAY YOU WANT IT, IT'S BECAUSE IT IS BETTER PACKED THAT WAY! ALWAYS APPRECIATE LITTLE THINGS; THEY USUALLY LEAD YOU TO ATTACHMENTS!

The Uniform Enigma

Just weeks ago, a bank security personnel shot a man around Akowonjo axis of Lagos state while fidgeting with is toy because it will be insane to still refer to guns in the hands of this people as a guns anymore,they no longer see it as one, he quickly claimed that the man he shot was an armed robber, but obviously the armed robber forgot his gun at home and decided to rob a bank alone with his bare hands and “Booli” in his pocket. This aroused the anger and wrath of the people and lead to a brutal chaos which resulted in the loss of a lot of the banks property and the near death beating of the Mopol whose life was saved by the arrival of more Mobil policemen on the scene. The people became the judge of the situation before law and order was restored, but nothing could be done to save the life of the obviously innocents soul, whose life was sacrificed on the altar of supremacy by the trigger happy Mopol. Something very similar to this happened again in my presence some weeks ago, but I couldn’t do a thing to save the situation but now another scene right before my very eyes, so I thought I will be fair for me to write about this particular one.

Once Upon a Time

It was a cool and lightly foggy morning, I was escorting my roomie to the bus stop where he was going to catch a bus that will take him to Evans Square, everything seems to be obeying the unnatural natural order until suddenly, some military boyz (too young and stupid to be called men) broke out on a hot chase of an okada rider right in the middle of the Herbert McCauley road very close to the WAEC office beside YabaTech. The okada was still very much in motion when they pounced on it and started beating the rider in the middle of the major road, caring less about the commuters he was taxing because he lost control of the bike and the two men behind him almost got hit by an oncoming vehicle who wouldn’t have imagined the bike was going to halt in the middle of the road. Thank God he slowed down; it would have been a different ball game entirely. The commuters were got injured from the crash but they cared even less because they only got busier with kicking and hitting the okada man, but before they could do more damage to the his body which was dripping with blood already, the biker took off with the last of his strength, and broke into a free run for is own dear life. 50% of the passer by were students and civilians while the remainder were boyz like the stupid ones already around so they joined in the mindless chase to catch the biker instead of trying to find and end to it.

Fleeing from an obvious grave if he had endured a little longer, he ran faster than his legs could carry him, scaling through a scour of soldiers who joined in the chase and somehow made his way into the compound of a near bye Nursery and Primary school (Mbari Mbayo) to seek refuge and probably an escape route. When I noticed that they still chased him into the school, it became very obvious that they will seize and continue with the beating, so like other passer by, we decided to get a little closer and see what we can do to save the situation. By the time we got to the gate of the school, they already had him but because of the presence of a lot of people and even some higher ranking military officers who moved towards the spot when they saw the crowd, they couldn’t continue with the beating him. Everybody got curious so we decided to ask them, what could he have done that lead to such a hot chase and illicit beating fashioned out of the uniforms they wore which was actually provided for them from the tasked paid by this okada man each time he buys a little of fuel at any filling station.

The biker explained that he incurred the wrath of uniforms only because he wouldn’t allow their bike to go ahead of him at the bye-pass that was along the road under the pedestrian bridge not because he didn’t want to, but because there was no way he could have drawn back is okada without the risk of being struck by an oncoming vehicle on the other end of the road. When the young soldier that led the chase was asked if the story was true, all he did was shake his head but had no better explanation for his unlawful act and neither did any of the others who joined the chase. The older military personnel’s released the okada rider with apologies and told him to leave the scene immediately. Everybody left as well to continue with their daily hustle and bustle while the okada man kept on prostrating and thanking everybody that came to his rescue, especially those that helped with moving his bike of the road and his passengers. What became of those military boyz needs no explanation, they did it and got away with it, turning the life a man they get paid to protect into a ping ball.

The bye-pass that led to the turmoil can take just one bike at a time because it is actually a break in the culvert separating the road, obviously the okada man got their before them, but because they had uniforms on they felt they could and should deal with him for not allowing them to go ahead of him because nobody can ask or stop them. At this time and age, in such civilization and in a democratic dispensation, men of the Nigerian Army still go about maltreating their fellow country men because they are empowered with military might. The sad part of it is that even students in the cadet corps and Man O War also get power drunk and over step their boundaries too many times and on different occasions. I have witnessed too many of such situations which always leads to chaos on campus and I was even harassed by one recently who told me I cannot claim the bed space I paid for because he won’t be comfortable with having an extra occupant in the room since I wasn’t their from the beginning of the semester. I also witnessed a soldier slap an elderly man riding an okada who obstructed him right in the middle of a perfectly fixed traffic jammed in Oshodi, although the Okada was obstructing him as well as every body, but he felts stronger in his camouflage and struck the man. Tell me, will hitting and kicking the man clear the traffic or make the bike disappear?

Uniforms come in different size and shapes and your position right now could be the uniform with which you oppress the already depressed. I believe it is time for us as people to start making some changes, let’s start thinking about others, let’s start reviewing our stands in wherever we find ourselves to ensure that where we are is not a uniform of oppression to the lives of the people around us, because with these uniforms, a lot of people maltreat, oppress and ridicule the helpless and voiceless in the society with their power, position and dispositions. Let us all shed our garment of pride and take on the cloak of prudence, let’s start seeing every man as a brother instead of living as two distance strangers, let our strength be made know in our diversity, our health in the weakness of others and our comfort in the way we handle the sorrows of others. If no man had stood for that Okada man that morning, he would have been beating so very hard for doing nothing. If you live in Lagos, Ibadan, Port Harcourt or any other part of Nigeria, you could or should have witnessed such situations while driving, walking, strolling or evening jogging, don’t just walk bye the next time you come across such situation on your way, stand for the next man, give your shoulders and put your head into it but not in a violent way, save the situation because the next day “E FIT BE YOU O!” don’t say it is impossible, ask QWEEN the comedian and you will believe what am say… :)

Our uniformed citizens are yet to learn their purpose in the society so abuse is inevitable, all we can do is pray, NO, intercede, TOO SMALL, organize crusade for them asking God to give them listening ears while we do our own part.

God Bless Naija.

Arsene Wenger

This is more like a football tale, but their is more to it.

It’s ARSENAL 1: HULL CITY 2 after a grueling match-up between the two teams at the big beautiful Emirates Stadium, the home soil of Arsenal FC. A well deserved defeat for Arsene Wenger but not a deserving result for the teeming supporters of Arsenal Football club, not just because the match was a home game, but basically because they deserve results for their support from Arsene who as turned deaf hears to his defensive problems and as turned the team to a French affair. I am yet to meet any lover of good football that as not kicked against Wenger’s pick of Gallas as a deserving defender or his unyielding belief in systems that only works for a while and not a season at least. A good he is, but instead of learning from his mistakes and weakness, he’s always of the opinion that they make him different and boast of it. Small wonder it is to see him boast that his team is yet to concede a goal from open play before this very game, that they’ve only been conceding goals from dead balls and corner kicks.

After I read that on www.Arsenal.com just days before the match, I wondered within my heart, what his going through this old Frenchman’s mind, is he forgetting the fact that even a own goal could lead to defeat or victory, is he forgetting that all goals either from dead or live balls are all legitimate and could kill a team. So right was my thought that the following day, the second goal came from a very beautiful set-piece that turned Gallas to more of a spectator than defender, this was the goal that lead to a painful home defeat and ended the dream or hopes of a victory or even a draw against a team like Hull City. The first goal was from a superb open play that resulted in a back breaking shot that I will rate my best so far this season.

Instead of accepting the fact that his team lacks defensive cohesion in handling dead-ball situations, he got comfortable with because he was yet to meet a formidable opposition or loose a crucial match, and he was also too proud to believe his self acclaimed jewel of Gallas was as bad as fans are yelling and instead of re-enforcing his defense line with good defender instead of depending on tired legs like Gallas who he brought into the team and made captain of the team at expense of two lovely players who had played out their heart for Arsenal with passion and love for the game and fans, and not just to satisfy his French savor with the French-connect syndrome that he’s introduced into the team, thereby breaking the heart of lovers of good football who as made Arsenal their choice for life.

Wenger was good enough to identify the weakness in his defense, in fact he was a good coach to have pin-pointed the specs and source, but instead of working to correct his weaknesses by working on defenders with extra care in dead-balls and set-pieces to better their performance in subsequent games, he was busy covering it with excuses of better result in open play situation, celebrating the nothing he as achieved as if he had just won the EPL and “gbosa!” the big blow came from where he least expected and a single goal from a set-piece made the difference after his open play superiority had already been defiled with a classic contender for the goal of the season.

The Big Question
The big question is, What is that little weakness you have been able to identify in you that you are trying to or as been covering up with lame excuses and baseless claims. Do you want to be caught with the stunner, when the match is over and lost before you will try fixing it up like Wenger? Take a good look at yourself and you will find it there, those little white lies you’ve been telling yourself (they dubbed it white lies to make it sound nice, lie na lie), it only leads to a bigger one and then to outright defeat, destruction and death. Nothing good will ever emanate from such situations. Take a closer look at yourself and you will instantly identify this dead ball situation in your life, business, career, marriage or relationships with others. Don’t try to cover it up with thin sheets that will erode and wear off in no time, though it might bring you satisfaction now, but believe me; it leads not to just defeat but death. Don’t try to cover up with the results of your open play, rather get good defenders like Danny Shittu and get to work, or work worker and workest on the ones you have until you are sure they will produce desire results, work on it until the “ kudie kudie” as been brought into perfection. Go all out with the winning attitude and renewed trust in your defense and win all the EPL matches in your life with valor like the Arsenal of old (unbeaten run champions). Never be contempt with being a Wenger, rather work on it and become a Winner.

I don’t just watch football for the fun of it, I learn from it and I am glad I could share it with you. I ought to have posted this weeks a go, but i could not due to circumstance that deemed it fit for now. I hope you can answer the big question from here.

Ciao!

I am sorry I have been off for a while now, it ain't my very fault at all, been strong and at thesame time busy with school. But I got something from God that I must share with His People.

Divine Protocol:
Working and Operating in the light of the scripture so that you don't rupture God's plan and purpose for your life. (Phrase by Leke Alder, Definition from Bishop David Oyedepo)

I also got a wonder Rhema that i must share with you:

Proverb 13:22

A good man leaveth an inheritance to his children's children: and
the wealth of
the sinner is laid up for the just.

God Bless you all, I love you guyz...