Where I come from


(Sometimes when a child is born, they say a relation has come back or they just name the child after a relation that once was.

Remember that time when Zechariah and Elisabeth said their child would be named John (The Baptist) and people around kept telling them that it wasn’t meant to be so since they had no John among their kins.

So this thing is everywhere. )

Where I come from.
I am from that part of Africa where ancestors come back from time to time;
Where children may be parents and parents parents parent;
Where Iyabo’s, Tatyum’s, Kayum’s, Nnanna’s and Enem’s reign.
Sometimes they come bearing their names so they are never forgotten, like Onma, my Mother’s Mother.
Gender is not a thing; my sister is my Mother’s Father.

From where I come from,
I am my Father’s Mother,
My Mother’s Mother
And sometimes her husband.
I am them, they are me.
We would never be forgotten. .



Umbrellas? Not for my Mum.

Umbrellas were never meant for my mum.

For as long as I can remember if she took them out, they never followed her back home.

Last Tuesday I left Aunty Fola’s place at Asokoro with four (4) umbrellas my mum left there on previous visits. Aunty Fola sold baking things and she was my mums go to person whenever she needed stuff like that.
The thing is, my mum isn’t a fan of the Sun, so even in dry seasons she had one in the back seat.

In Makurdi, just hug the umbrellas goodbye.

I remember umbrella appearing on our monthly family list like it was a family member ;
1)For Queen
2) For Christy
3) For Umbrella,

but we still lacked umbrellas.
I think it was an eternal decree, “Umbrella out, umbrella lost”.

Umbrellas were never meant for my Mum.


Let’s Do 8thMile Again

Last week i swam in love, love so deep i came alive.
Oka autonomous community in Isiala Mbano Imo state was where 8th mile held.
On reaching the residence for volunteers i was in awe, prior to that i envisioned that since we were going to a village, we would probably get to sleep in a “village looking” house or community hall (like we always did on geological field trips), we didn’t.

I remember the cool Doctors i met on my way to the village; the begining of an amazing friendship.
Throughout the love-outreach, i was a Doctor, 😎


Okay, fine i served with the Vitals team. I felt like a Doctor, i mean i got to check blood sugar, BP. The name “Dr” got dropped on me here and there by the locals so i picked it up. 😎

Love was in the air, love so thick i could cut it if i tried.

From the laughter that sprinted from a local’s mouth when Joy said; “Ba Igbo” to a woman who kept speaking Igbo to her to Nono helping a woman walk towards a Doctor.

I saw wonder mixed with contentment in the smile of some of the local’s when they got treated and issued glasses, it was as though they saw the world for the very first time.
I remember loving the patience in Dr Ogo’s eyes, readily listening and the humor in Dr Ada’s eyes ready to burst with laughter, the fire in Dr Williams eyes ready to set diseases ablaze, the compassion in Dr Emma’s eyes, spelling hope.
I remember trying to fill a form for a 78years old man and i asked if he was married, he started laughing and kept laughing telling me it was impossible for a 78yrs old man to be single.
I can still feel the joy that poured in with testimonies from young folks in the school stepping forward and making Jesus their all.
It was a total love experience for me, everything seemed to fit, every step generated the next like organs relating in unison from my roommates, three to be precise ( A talker, a gist partner and an untroubled water) to the rest of the volunteers, different characters coming together to spread love.

8th mile was like a solved puzzle, each act leading to another act of love.

Let’s do 8thMile again for that woman who dropped her brokenness and sorrows at the feet of Jesus, i tell you there are more like her.
Let’s do 8thMile again for the kids that got drugs,

Let’s do 8thMile again for the 786 persons that were treated,

Let’s do 8thMile again for the 544 people that made Jesus their all.

Let’s do 8th again,


let’s do 8thMile again.

*( The YWAP (Youth With A Purpose) 8th Mile Project is built on the foundation of practical love of Jesus Christ in Matthew 25:35-36. We make available tokens of free medical, surgical care and welfare relief materials for residents in rural areas as well as urban slums in Nigeria and Africa.

Www.ywap.org )



How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”~ William Shakespeare

The other day I was going through my friend’s (Itofa) blog, he wrote a lovely piece on kindness that got me thinking…
I remember one faithful day I boarded a bus home beside me sat a guy. I can’t really remember how we started chatting but he was on his way to see a friend when his phone battery died making it impossible for him to call his friend and get direction to the house. He asked if I could lend him my battery to call his friend (take my battery out of my phone and give it to him). I just met this guy and he was asking me to remove my phone battery. I thought it over in my head, well what’s the worst that can happen from being kind to a stranger? So, I obliged, took out my battery and he used it.

  That was six years ago!
  Ever since then we have been great friends, I’ve learnt a lot from him.His dreams are so big and so specific, year after year I’ve watched him grow into the man he has always wanted to be,I’ve watched God use him to bless many lives just by observing him I’ve learnt alot and I wouldn’t have gotten to know someone this amazing if I hadn’t shown a little kindness that day.
  A little kindness here and there goes a long way.
In prov3:3 the Bible said”do not let kindness and truth leave you…

And in Heb13:2a”do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers”
  In the book of Acts chapter 28 when Paul and his guys arrived an Island called Melita, they were soaked to the bone because it rained. The people of the island showed them kindness by building a fire so the apostles could sit around,they dried them up and gave them a place to sleep.

In verse 8 it was recorded that the father of the chief who took them in was sick with fever and a bloody flux, Paul healed him. 

On hearing this others that were sick around came out and were healed. Due to the kindness this people showed the apostles their Island became a healing ground that night.

The benefits of kindness are enormous.

Kindness brings about happiness . Just watching peoples countenance change when you’ve done something good for them is enough to lighten your mood making you happy and increase your self esteem because you were part of bringing someone Joy.

Kindness boosts better relationships, it shows people we value them and that they matter.

As Ralph Waldo Emerson rightly said “It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself”.

In being kind/helping others we are indirectly helping ourselves. 

A lot of Jesus’s work on earth was starggered by compassion. See

*Luke 7:13-“when the Lord saw her He felt compassion for her…

*matt15:32-“And Jesus called His disciples to Him and said”I feel compassion for the people…

*matt9:36-“seeing the people,He felt compassion for them…

*matt20:34-“moved with compassion Jesus touched their eyes….

And on and on.
Live a life of kindness,just a little smile can change someone’s entire day.



With the sun cascading down the arranged rolls of white chairs like a succession of orderly planted rose buds. With the smile on the face of every observer and a deep sigh of contentment erupting from the inside of the event planners amidst the sweat and fatigue mixed with dusty hands and scraped feet from occasional tangling of the feet in sharp grasses. It was a pleasant sight to behold spread across the vast land of the Games ground. The breeze that accompanied the sun was refreshing, although a little drizzle interrupted the procession of organization earlier but it stopped as quickly as it started.

The program was scheduled for 7pm till dawn promising an amazing time. We had anticipated this for a long time now, today was the day, in few hours from now we are sure to expect arrival of people from different parts of the world .Some minutes past 4pm, amidst the sun it started drizzling, since it drizzled earlier and stopped we payed less attention to it this time but when the down pour turned heavier and angrier,we took cover shielding ourselves. Looking back at the chairs which were getting displaced one by one by the angry rain,there was little we could do as we watched hours of sweat go down in minutes.

The rain meant business, enveloping the entire unpaved ground of the Games ground into a muddy mash. Closed to 5000chairs engulfed in mud. It was a total opposite of what it was some minutes ago. On and on the rain fell heavier and angrier. All we had was prayer which unknowingly was big enough as doubt of “would this program hold” started crawling in with fangs like those of Piranha ready to snag out any little flickers of hope left.

A look outside at about 8pm brought tears to my eyes as I saw people trooping in amidst the downpour, through the cold and wet ground. It was an humbling sight. When I heard a group call out “all Bayelsa people stay together please” joy sprouted from my inside, they were coming despite the rain, people came in from Zaria, Lagos, Ilorin, UK, USA and the likes.

Now as they came in their numbers we had to find a better place for them to sit since the initial ground marked out for chairs were now enveloped in mud. With my phone buzzing and every hands on deck we converted all the paved grounds into sitting grounds. It was really amazing because even the people that came from far and near to attend were also busy in pulling out Chairs and setting them to sit on. It was a united affair.

At about a couple of minutes to 9pm, the rain thinned out leaving just the cold night breeze behind. Now almost everyone was sitted and people still arriving, the stage already set, a minister climbed up and started the opening prayers right after that different ministrations purred in. I remember sitting behind closed to some group of people that added more flavour to the program for me. They hyped every ministration making me reel with laughter, the crowning points was when the flying drone came hovering over them, they erupted into exciting screens one of them in particular started begging the drone to stay longer that he needed a selfie with it, I couldn’t help my bust of laughter. Another peak was when our Pastors came up for the first talk show it was really inspiring. After that the ministers came up dropping some punch lines on us which was super amazing. It was a cold but amazing night, under the canopy of a blissful night we sat having a wonderful time in God’s presence. Looking around me I could see happy faces, I could hear happy voices at that point I knew there was no better place to be but at YCPH2016.


Would love still exist
When the veil falls in
      Would beauty still exist
When speed scrambles with time
      Would good enough be me
Even when enough is highly measured
      It is said;
Pleasure is redefined
      When it stands before the eyes
Would love still be there
      When there is nothing to hide
Or would it just be a mist
      To a distant rider
Would Rubies be less than I
      When you finally take that ride
Or perhaps,
      Its easier loving
From where speed displaces time
      I heard
It hides stories we never want to relive
      Tell me!
Would I still be a beautiful Miracle?
It does not matter
      I would be and always be…
                                    A beautiful miracle.



Way over a decade I’ve lived
I’ve never met a man
as sweet as this
Through dusty lanes
and broken roads
Through mistakes and stories
Better left untold
I’ve never met a man
As sweet as this.

Knocking fear in the face
Dispelling doubt
Outstretched hands
In times so down
I’ve never met a man
as sweet as this.

Who kindles the torch
And sweeps the floor
In search of the one
That’s so so lost
I’ve never met a man
as sweet as this.

Who calls out a feast
With merriment of heart
Because he has finally found
A child that had gone astray
I’ve never met a man
as sweet as this

Who bore the guilt
That wasn’t his to bear
Who took the nails
That wasn’t his to wear
All for love too strong to declare
To show me he cares
He took my place.
I’ve never met a man
As sweet as this.




Where comes this strong wind?
Stirring the waters within
Riding on the ocean breeze
With fury, nothing can appease
Swirling me to it’s core
While gravity loses me more and more
With each spin, I’m drawn upwards
With great surge and impulse
It’s like I’m no longer alone
I feel like a moving cyclone
Am I now joined with you?
By the winds you blew?
I am totally drenched in you
Soaked in this storm that’s new
I was warned you’ll come
With a force to overcome
Leave that vicinity, they say
Or the price you’ll pay
But I thought not much of the bid
I paid no attention to their heed
Now encompassed in this stirring
In this motion without a steering
We can’t see where we’re going
I don’t care, I’ll go with the moving
Stopping it is out of it
I just want to twirl and swirl with it
With each thrust, the earth trembles
Beneath us, it tremors
This force, one too strong to tame
It’s as thus my heart’s aflame
Loving you is the hardest thing I’ve done
Dangerously sweet, I hope to drown
Break me, let my members be in you
Let’s swoon, let’s fuse through
Take me with you, let’s run wild and free
Let’s break every obstacle that tries to peep…


Living With No Regrets

Its 2am
My bed beckons yet I choose to ignore.

   I reflect by my window.
I couldn’t scale it
So I thought
Although I never tried
I heard it was an insuperable trip,

   Somehow from the chambers of my apperceives
I knew I needed at least a feel.

   With the landscape framed with pictures of scorched dreams
My confidence took an unannounced trip

The road looked broken
What lay beyond I couldn’t tell


Ages I stood
With feet dragging behind
And a compass of passion
I took a step…

As I passed through every phase
I ponder!
With flutters of regrets arising from thinking of me in retrospect.

Although am yet to make my mark
Am glad I made a move


Who can live right
With layers and layers of regrets?.

  “You know
 We all have dreams
But until we start living them
They would always be dreams”



When creativity eludes me

     I’m trying to write something  creative here,
This slimy green covered wall seems attractive today
Perhaps this is a different specie of Spirogyra
*so I stare*

     I’m trying to write something  creative here,
The sound I hear is like that of a train announcing her arrival from a war time voyage.
Sorry,its the neighbors generator.

     I’m trying to write something  creative here,
What’s that smell?
Like the fume coming out of the chimney of a biodegradable plant (that’s if there was one).
I guess its just someone burning dirt.
There should be a law against that or something.

     I’m trying to write something  creative here,
Suddenly my phone becomes one busy market.
Okayyyy *puts it on silence*
*stares at the blinking light for a moment*
You know what ,I’ll just reply some messages,Dont want to keep people waiting.

     Fine fine fine
Block all the distractions out
Look inside of you
Tap from your inner creativity.

Oh gosh!!!!
I think I looked the wrong way inside
The tightening I discovered just reminded me::::::::

     I’m Hungry