Iya Agba - Letter To My Grandma In Heaven

Dear Sabitiu Cecilia Oderinlo,

It seems like a few days ago that you left but indeed, it’s been more than a few years, it’s ten wonderful years already since you left this world of sin to the realm that is unseen to us all, a chapter that we hopefully will see or never get to see if Jesus returns before the inevitable unseen arrives. It’s beautiful that you left at the ripest of age, an age when death was celebrated with funfare even with tears in our eyes, it is sad for me that you left me here all alone, with no one to pamper me like a toddler, no one to run their hand through my hair and make feel like nothing else matters, I rejoice in the beauty of your life, sad you are gone, hoping that I will hold you in my arms again dear Sabitiu.

I know you might find it hard to believe but it’s true, for the first time in a long time, I woke up very very early this morning after sleeping so late and said a prayer, not for myself, but for my friends and foes and the world around me. I could hear your voice aloud in my ears, your sweet sonorous voice reaching out to the God of Heaven as you intercede for all and sundry, giving no damn whether even God can hear you or not because you believed in words and in God Himself more than God could imagine. Your ardent believe in God is not your fault though, who else will you believe in if not the God of heaven that gave you Oluwarantimi (God Remembered Me) and Olatundun at a very old age, making me the bonafide Super Grandson of A Barren Woman. Even when you’ve given up, God showed up so you cared less about whether He was going to show again… you held unto him all through, and here we are, in hundreds and more, the children and grandchildren of the once barren Sabitiu, my “Iya Agba”. I hope you are resting and not working hard up there like you always do, I trust you sha, I know you can’t grow weak even in Heaven.

I’ve got good news for you Cecilia, the feat that God did with you, yes! Ending your barreness… He’s visited us again and Auntie Dupe Pupa, yes Dupe Olaiya your granddaughter has finally given birth to a child… don’t scream and dance and roll like you usually do, I know she’s in her 50s, but I also know you were older and you still had Tundun after Ranti… We are already in our Oliver Twist mode dear, we are asking Baba God for a son for her like you had it. I forgot you are up there with Baba God, you saw it all already, just tell big G that I have collected Boluwatife from her, she still needs her own child… Yes I did, I took her as my own, she came on the same day I was born, and she’s my name sake so she’s mine. Atlast I found someone that will make me miss you less, just like Ayokunumi, just the thought of her brings me limitless joy.

Iya Agba mio! (in Uncle Paul’s voice), I hope you are there with your son Paul, he left before you but we kept it a secret because you loved him too much and we didn’t want you to die of a heartbreak like he did, we loved you too much too but we are glad you finally found him again… you guys have been together for 10 years now, I feel jealous he’s got you because I miss you, but I’m glad… I can say I miss you.
 

I miss making those fine cornrow with your felefele hair, knowing it will get loose in two or three days and I will have to plait it again, your thought me almost everything, including how to make a woman beautiful by making her hair, I miss every minute of you and I am glad you are mine forever, not even Iya Toyin that I love so dearly can take your place. I love you Iya Agba mi!

I couldn’t cry when you died, everybody did but I just couldn’t find tears, I laughed when I saw your son cry, I chose not to believe it but tonight, I write this with tears in my eyes… not just because you’re gone, I remember everything you were and I just can’t seem to find anyone else to fill the void you left. I will say nothing about who you were, both the dead and living that knew you celebrate you today again and again.

I will pretend I believe that phrase “God loves you more”, even God knows that I love you more.

Keep Resting My Dear Grandma.

Iya Agba

Iya Alate

Iya Onidiri

Aya Baba Ori Oke

Yours in love,

Abidemi Babaolowo Oderinlo

Oko Iya Agba

Introducing! The Beautiful Daughter of A Barren Woman

Here's my beauty, my heart, my one and one true sweet heart, the bestest gift I have received from God.

Let me introduce you to Oreoluwa, Boluwatife, Eniola, Ayokunumi...

I'm sure by now you must have noticed she's my name sake "Eniola" but that's not all... She's my birthday mate, my heart, soul and etc mate... We're #Aries 👌 and more importantly the offsprings of barren women.

I'm the Grandson of a Barren Woman "Sabitiu" 😉 and Boluwatife here is The Daughter of A Beautiful Barren Woman "Modupeola" who happens to be my big cousin 😘. She got her rare beauty from her barren mum, perhaps because she came through a womb that has been preserve for more than 50 years 💝, a perfect gift from God she is...

Don't act surprised, she's the first child and the only daughter of a 50something year old woman, she arrived on thesame day I was born in April 2015 and we are hoping her lil brother comes in a year or two. My dad and his sister came when my late Grandma Sabitiu was in her late 50s and early 60s so don't even think I'm asking for the impossible, remember I'm the grandson of a barren woman, I've been there before 😉.

Now that you've met my everything, I hope you know you don't really really matter 😉 she's all that matter 💯 💯 forever and God ultimately. Ehn... Don't even think about it, my @culbertamuwa is still 💯💯 and Oyindamola is still 💯💯, they just got a lil sis and the 💯💯% % feeling got a multiplier effect.

If you've given up on yourself,convinced yourself that God has forgotten you, just need to let you know that Boluwatife lon śe n'sola, Aśeyiowun L'Oluwa. Don't give up on yourself, get up and smile, look into the eyes of Ayokunumi and rewrite the word hope in your heart.🙏👌

It's still me, The Grandson of A Barren Woman, introducing the Boluwatife, The Beautiful First Daughter of A Gorgeous Barren Woman⭕💗💖💓💕💋🙏

#Hope #NeverStopBelieving

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The True Definition of Grace

 

The society plus the English dictionaries erroneously defined Grace as

" the free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings (in Christian belief)"

Yes it is free and given only to those who accept it, yes it was manifested through the death and resurrection of Christ, but it doesn't bestow blessing or immunity in such perspective, it rathers gives you a new identity that is defined and characterized by the life of Christ, giving you the ability to resist sin and overcome temptation. It doesn't give you the license to continue in sin under the guise of "the price is paid" or "I am immune to sin", grace does not cover for sin, it gives you the power to step away from it totally.

To make it clearer and more congenial, I will use an analogy that defines everything clearly so we understand the perspective of grace, away from the general perspective.

Whether you are a saint or sinner, white, black or any colour between, Pope or usher, President or the least in the civil service, as long as you are not Khaleesi aka Daenerys Stormborn Dany The Unburnt of the Game of Thrones, if you deep your hand into an open flame or you're thrown into a burning pit, you will get burnt like suya because that's the natural order. That is the nature of sin, that is its natural identity, it's like the flame, not a respecter of any man; when you deep your hand into it, you become guilty, a sinner and if you don't make restitution or obtain mercy through confession and reconnection with the redemptive power of Christ, you remain a sinner and you earn the ultimate wage which is death; not the death but eternal death as defined in the (Matt. 25:46; Mark 3:29; Hebrews 6:2; 2 Thess. 1:9; Matt. 18:8; 25:41; Jude 1:7).

A prominent Old Testament word describing God's grace is "Chesed". This word speaks of deliverance from enemies, affliction, or adversity. It also denotes ENABLEMENT, CAPACITY, DAILY GUIDIANCE, FORGIVENESS, and PRESERVATION. The New Testament word is "Charis". It focuses on the provision of salvation and not an elimination of sin.

Grace doesn't give you the license to go and continue in sin and remain blameless, it prevents you from stepping into sin when you come into close contact with it, enables you to step away and preserves you with knowledge. It gives you a new life and a refined understanding, a daily guidance on how to live like Christ without struggle. Grace is not defined for incessant pardon, it is engineered to preserve you in Christ and away from the capacity to sin.

You can stay away from sin, you can live a life of grace powered by god, remember what the apostle said in Phil 4:13

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”

It's not hard too achieve this, me sef no holy pass but I understand this for one "Ore Ofe Saa Ni Mon Je".

I'm Abidemi Babaolowo Oderinlo

I Write What I Like

The Unanswered Questions

*Deep Thoughts* ... A picture of Mars and I laugh

Why spend so much billions to send a bot to Mars to search for life when we can't spare a dime to feed the life on earth?

Why so much money on research for guns, bombs and bullets when we can't seem to raise enough to cook a pack of noodles for the man on the street…?

Why leave the projects in pieces and put together a fighter Jet of billions of Dollar...?

Why leave the classrooms empty and the military bases filled with new explosives...?

why scream of terrorism when the walls of knowledge are down and bombs abound with morons in turbans and gowns around to blow away unsung because the life they live is meaningless and they see no reason why they shouldn't take more with them to heaven or hell?

Why run for the medals on the pitch while the race we run within is unending with rage and bitterness to win?

Why the talk of war when we can preach the gospel of peace and teach the earth to listen to it?

Why the reach for glory on the moon when the earth we know and own is torn and worn and all we have to blame for the carcass we bread is the Ozone layer and global warming?

Why create enemies that never existed just to be seen as strong and kill the sons and fathers and friends and patriots who fight for love of country, blinded by the love of God?...

Why hide the truth in lines of codes know to a few and broadcast the lies about life in all languages on CNN, BBC et al?

Why hide the beauty of Africa and show the world the slums of Zimbabwe, the Massai in Kenya, depicting the jungles of Zambia, the arid desert of Niger and Ajegunle in Nigeria as the real Africa?

Why not the plush temperate plateaus in Jos, the fat banks of Abuja that is daily robbed by the crown, the beautiful plains of J'burg and the beautiful heart of my mother?

Why show me the history of Africa as written by John Bull, James and Jill on paper and not the history of my rich heritage as written by Mazembe, Attah and Arogundade in my invaluable curios hidden behind bars and walls in Europe and not in my Palace and shrines where the wisdom that carved it needed it to be?

Why keep the Bronze head of Benin and the Jewels of the pyramids in the Museum of her majesty when the men you met on the "Cape of Hope" were primeval and only worth a peice of mirror?

Why is my history so precious so valuable, rare, unusual, and intriguing that you kept it a secret from me, never letting go and you have nothing to show for your untold wisdom than tales of destruction, death and pain brewed by your abandonment of nature that i daily preserve?.

Why are you now running back to the nature you destroyed?

Why now back to the cherubic and holiest unknown that Sango commanded with anger and Oya with the tying of her wrapper in waves...

*Sigh

I wanna save the world from the people in it without a gun or calvar vest on me...

I wanna rescue the lives that live on earth from the bots that roam and rule it with the intelligence and wisdom God as placed within it and not the life or wisdom of Mars or the celestial...

All I wanna do is live so they can...and not kill to wear the crown that I will leave to join the dust from whence my Adam is formed

NB: NASA, BOKO HARAM, CNN etc ... Revolution, Evolution a new standard is coming soon