Goals?

JUST BEFORE YOU SCREAM 'GOALS' (26th Nov 2016)

*The car in the picture is not mine. As a matter of fact, I 'backed' my daughter to cross the express road and used keke Napep (tricycle) to complete the journey. My friend ordered a cab to take us back home.
*The wig was given to me by the friend I was visiting. This was after she saw the state of the wig I wore to her house.
*That was not the dress I wore to her house. I changed into it after she gave me. I was wearing an okrika (fairly used) top I bought for N500 (it was even a gift to myself for sticking to my meal plan.)
*The sandal was my neighbour's. Said she couldn't let me go out with what I had on.
*I was smiling but my heart was greatly troubled. I went out without seeking 'permission' I knew I wouldn't be given and I had gotten a call informing me I was in trouble. Still I posed for the picture while thinking my life was over that day.

Make no mistake however, I was very content in my situation. I was/am all about the will of God.

Looking at the picture without all these information, it looks like I was living the life. 😂 Don't let the gram fool you. EVERYONE is fighting their own battles. Don't feel frustrated because someone's life looks perfect on social media or outwardly while you can't seem to get your life together. People let you see what they want you to see. DO NOT compare your journey, marraige, relationship, business, children, parents, siblings, job, lifestyle, etc with anyone else. The only 'GOALS' in my life is Jesus Christ. He keeps it real. 💯💯💯💯💯💯With Jesus, there is no need for pretence. He went through every kind of temptation and he daily teaches us how we too can live above sin. There is no hidden or coded part to Him. You see EVERYTHING.

My name is Love, I am imperfectly perfect and my transparency makes people uncomfortable. I fell from grace to grass and I am not ashamed. Still, I rise.

JUST LIKE THAT

My mum and I have a customer who brings in fairly used toys from 'the abroad'. We needed to add some toys to some classes in Redemption Academy Schools.

As we arrived her store, new goods were just being delivered. We were so fortunate and timely as we were the first to set eyes on the new supplies. The lady is a very busy woman and runs 2 shops so she asked us to make our choice while she rushed off to the other shop.

As I brought the toys out, I touched something different. It didn't feel like a toy and as I pulled it out, alas it wasn't a toy😁 it was a bundle of a very gorgeous human hair. I put it against my skin, it felt so good.

Trust Satan now, he whispered that I should hide it as the woman won't even know anything was missing because she hadn't even sorted the items yet. (Trust me, he tries his luck with all and sundry). I shut him down immediately and reminded him who he was speaking to.

The woman came in shortly after and I showed her what I found. She said I could have it🙄😀 I asked her if she was sure and she said she was. I didn't pay a dime for it. And that's how I became the owner of this lush human hair. JUST LIKE THAT! For everyday I have worn this hair, I have been complimented for it.

It is my prayer that the thing or person you desire finds you while you are busy living life to the fullest.

That your feet will be ordered by the Lord. You will be at the right place and at the right time. That you will say the right words.

That God gives you the character to keep it/him/her after they have been found.

That you will find your 'different', God's bespoke spec and measurement where it doesn't seem like it and the spirit of discernment to notice it/him/her.

That while you at busy pursuing the things of God, so will you keep finding your miracles on the way.

That everyone will notice that miracle on you because it will add so much colour to your life and it/he/she will look so good on you 😍 Amen

Your JUST LIKE THAT miracle is around you. Stay woke ✌

Love😘

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Nigeria vs India

I had heard that India and Nigeria are very alike but I never knew they are THAT similar. On the streets of India, you find street urchins who sleep right there on the roadside; get up and carry on with their business.

You find cows walking on major roads just like in Nigeria (except that Nigerians don't get down from their cars to feed the cows. Our cab driver actually did this 🙄)

There are rats too in India. I almost died of heart attack when I saw a rat. I wasn't too sure if they were as ruthless as their Nigerian brethren.

They have Keke Napep (tricycle) also. They are also in the colour green and yellow. In the picture above, my friend was haggling the price for a very short trip. The driver was being unreasonable so she said we should move to the front to speak to another driver. De ja vu!

You 'price' in the markets. If the sellers did not agree with our price, we would walk away and as you would guess, they would call us back😂 When they did not call us back after we had walked for a while, we eventually came back. Nigerian market style😁

Once you are in traffic (and this happens a lot), you find people who try to clean your windscreen or dance for you in exchange for money. It was like I was reliving Abuja days. There are also a lot of bikes🙄 but most of them are for private use.

India is popular for its street food- so they have samosa, puff puff and many others with mild modifications.

India is HOT. This is the crux of this matter. Fan and aircondirioner are used together because of the discomforting heat. The heat reminded me of my days as a student in University of Abuja, Gwagwalada. Gwagwalada is known for its hot climate. It was rumoured that from Gwagwalada to Hell fire cost only N50 by bus.

I noticed that they were lots of stalls for cold drinks on the streets because of the heat. I can't count how many times I stopped to buy something cold to drink. And that was how I met Chuski.

Chuski is an Indian local ice cream. It is made with the commonest of things; ice, flavour and lemon. Ice??? The ice that we sell here to make other drinks cold. Who would have thought. So basically Ice is crushed and put into the ice cream mould and then a wooden stick is put into mould. You take it out and dip it into the flavour you want and the ice absorbs it and boom you have chuski. You can then add lemon if it too sweet. It is so chilled and relaxing. You almost want to start shedding years of hits when it meets with your tongue and begins it's journey down your throat. I was so fascinated that they even let me video the process😂 (I may start the business)

Two hot countries, same resources, different maximization. Who would have thought that Ice could be turned to ice cream. Or that Ice could actually be used for something other than cooling things.

Nobody came to this world with 2 heads. We all have the same 24 hours. What are you doing with yours? Did you come to this world to cool other people or you came to make a difference? Re-invent yourself and then repeat and repeat again. Stop settling for status quo. You see that thing you are graced for, there are 1001 ways it can still be done. Improve on your 'good'. It is God's desire that you thrive. Asides social media, what else do you use your data for? Add value. Be more. Think!!!

An I.Q between 90 and 110 is considered average; over 120, superior.Roughly 68% of the population has an IQ between 85 and 115. So the people that have IQ of 136, are they not human beings?😑 The next world's innovation may be in your head. Do us a favour and think. Be productive
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"For this very reason, applying your diligence [to the divine promises, make every effort] in [exercising] your faith to, develop moral excellence, and in moral excellence, knowledge (insight, understanding), ...for as these qualities are yours and are increasing [in you], they will keep you from being useless and unproductive..."
2 PETER 1:5-8 AMP

Peace, love and chuski,

Love.

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World Oyindamola Day

My weight has been bleh🙈 In the last 2 months, I have attempted 5 diet plans. My friend sent me another diet plan recently and it was sensible enough and so again, I became enthusiastic. I showed my mum the plan and she also jumped on it. She doesn't need to lose weight but since she wanted to, I had no objection.

The portions in this meal plan looked too small and I worried about my mum because she had dealt with ulcer in the past. But she was so motivated, I was proud.

Alas, I caught my mother eating chocolate in our second week😂 not 1, 2 but 3 bars of chocolate🙄. Then she dropped the bomb. She had been eating foods outside the plan anytime I went out or I was asleep since the first day😲. So I asked her "But you were the one that said you wanted to diet. I didn't force you. Why are you now hiding to eat'. She said to me, 'BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GIVE UP. I WANTED YOU TO KNOW WE WERE IN IT TOGETHER'.

This is love. She didn't have to yet she did. Knowing my mother was in it with me really gave me the boost. I didn't want to let her down. So her trick worked. But after I found out she had been freestyling, I just went to carry my bowl, made cold Milo and cabin and I was happy😁.

My mother has been my greatest cheer leader, supporter and best friend. The day LindaIkeji put up one of my posts on her blog, my mother must have called everyone in her village 😂. She shares all of my articles to her whatsapp list, I'm sure they are tired.

Oyindamola is the meaning of sacrifice. She has been using the same car from when I was in SS1. I wrote WAEC, finished uni, did NYSC, finished Masters, had a child, HABA. Still the same car, yet she has helped everyone else move ahead in life.

The money I want to use to buy car for 'Mama Love' is still coming, so I think the best gift I can give her for now is starting a diet plan that I can stick to. That would make her really happy. (Ideas are welcome).

I thank God everyday for my mummy. I don't know what I would do without her. We are so alike and identical, someone once thought we were twins. I love you Mama Love💥💥💥💥💥

Help me wish my look alike, a happy 55th birthday. 13th November is World Oyindamola Day😎

Rotten Sweets

'1,2,3 Surprise!!!!' My daughter and I screamed as we lifted up the cover of the pack of sweets together. Our excitement turned to horror almost immediately.

I had gone to shop for the finest Indian sweets with my friends in a store called Haldirams in India. I did a lot of tasting and settled for less expensive ones but this particular one everyone insisted I had to get it. It was more expensive than the others but everyone kept raving about it so I got a pack.

We have been snacking on the other packs of sweets at home ; finishing one pack and opening the next. The plan was to open this one last to savour all its goodness, as per grand finale. However on this beautiful Sunday afternoon, my daughter was on her best behaviour and so excitedly, I brought this one out even though we had an unfinished pack of the other type. So we counted 1,2,3 and shouted 'surprise' as we raised the cover and indeed we were surprised. It was rotten!

How could it be? The less expensive ones were still as fresh as fresh goes. The package of this sweet was so beautiful, crisp and clean. It did not ooze any smell. It looked perfect from the outside. As a matter of fact, it was better than the rest in my eyes. I mean, I paid more money for it. The HolySpirit immediately ministered to me. There are so many people calling on the name of the Lord publicly but their private lives are rotten. Be careful.

And you! Yes you! You know that thing you are involved in that is against the standards of God but no one knows because you are clean on the outside but rotten inside. Stop it now that you still can.

At the end of the day, you as well as all the people you are pretending to will answer to only one person- God!

It's more important to be pretty on the inside than on the outside. But if you have both on lockdown, that's amazing.

Stay classy,

Love.

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Treat your burn as it affects you

My mum and I both had kitchen accidents 3 weeks apart which resulted in burns.
I was so hungry one morning and I was running late so mummy dearest offered to fry me sausages and in the process, hot oil poured on her hand.

I, on the other hand was grilling plantain in the oven for both of us and my finger somehow touched the hot surface.

We have both had burns. We both got it from the use of hot appliances in the kitchen. However my scar is completely infinitesimal compared to the scar my mum has. Same experience. Different scars.

Just imagine me giving my mum advice on how to treat her burn based on my 'experience'. Not even in a subtle way but forcibly making my point because i have 'experience'.The impact was completely different. Sebi this one is even better; people who have not been 'burnt' at all will still give you advise on how to treat 'burns'. Stop making people feel uncomfortable. They are not you. You are not them. It is not your place to tell people how to react in particular situations just because you are 'experienced'.

I have had people who do not know me past what I post on social media advise me on what they know absolutely nothing about. While some are sincere, some intentionally want to throw jabs and force their opinions down your throat.

Truth is, you are not qualified to play judge over anybody's life. So share your experience, perhaps people can learn a thing or two but do not be condescending and judgmental. Do not use your scar to judge another person's scar.
Your journey is yours, my journey is mine.

Uphold your brethren in love. When you do not understand some things, commit them to God rather than malign them. 'Is he the only one?' 'Is she the only one?' 'Me nko, did I die? 'Ordinary slap, she say she's not doing again. If I say my own nko' 'Just because his child told one lie, he is acting like that. If I say what my children do nko. Abeg nobody is perfect', etc. Leave them alone! That is you. Face your own! Let everybody treat their burn to the degree to which it affects them.

Don’t bad-mouth each other, friends. It’s God’s Word, his Message, his Royal Rule, that takes a beating in that kind of talk. You’re supposed to be honoring the Message, not writing graffiti all over it. God is in charge of deciding human destiny. Who do you think you are to meddle in the destiny of others?
James 4:11‭-‬12 MSG

Peace, love and kind-heartedness,

Love.

Change your shoes

Last week, my daughter and I sat down to sort through shoes she had outgrown. We gave out about 12 pairs but this particular one she refused to let go of. I tried to convince her it was too tight so we should give it away too but she was not having it.

Fast forward to this evening on our way out, she went to pick it up. She struggled and it finally zipped up. I saw she was very uncomfortable so I took a pair of slippers for her and put in my bag. As we got to church, I let her know she could change into the slippers if she wasn't comfortable. She happily took it off, wore her slippers and went on her way.

We are all guilty of holding onto things that have become too tight. Things we have outgrown. We become too familiar with it that we'd rather manage the discomfort and pain it causes us because of the memories and emotions we've attached to these things. Who says because you like this 'shoe', you can't like another 'shoe' that is likely to be even better?

Say for instance, you opt to study Medicine, 4 years into the course, you don't want to do it again. Who says you can't step out of that shoe and pick a new 'shoe' probably Economics? You can be as many things as you want to be in one lifetime. You owe no one any apologies. It's your life. Live it.

If the shoe becomes tight, change it.

Peace, love and shoes,

Love