What Iff???

He wouldn’t let us pick up anyone nor offer a lift when he was in the car. His reasons being that his car is not a taxi and if he goes a little further, he is afraid we may pick up a half dead human who will finally quench in the car and he will have to explain to the Nigerian Police why the Black Rabbit is not White. So while traveling anybody we come across that beckons on us is seen as a potential dead man or harshly say “a walking corpse”. That’s my 77 year old boss for you and he hasn’t got insurance not even for himself, myself nor for other selves. He’s had his taste of life, good and worse and Carefulness has become his sermomHe can be that careful in dealings. And anytime I beckon on him to pick up him to someone, he would tell the person seated next to the driver to offer his seat for someone to be picked. And by that, he always won. Who else seats beside the driver anyways?

But my silent thoughts would be the questions of Faith. What if they don’t die? What if they don’t land us in any trouble? What if we were supposed to be their answered prayers? What if? What if? Or what if that baby wouldn’t land on the floor? So I’ll keep throwing her up for the pleasure and Joy she derives that infects my soul.

So its not strange that only 3 persons will drive in an 8 seater Jeep even when people pleaded. Or rather in my Boss’s voice, ” when walking corpses pleaded”. Its gotten to a point that the car is well known and nobody will waste his/her time to wave at us anymore because we wouldn’t stop especially with the driver’s dark shades that won’t smile and my photochronic lens supported him to give us the secret agent look.

So whenever the car develops a fault or breaks down, I will often make fun of the driver by reminding him of the of prayers his potential but unlucky passengers must have been praying for him and his car.

So just last Friday, I was on my way out of the campus and suddenly some students beckoned on me to help them to the school gate as no taxi was available in the campus. It was quite a walk so I stopped to give them a ride. I can barely use the rear mirror cos the driver and I keep adjusting it back and forth to our preferred heights. So that way, I don’t really get to see my passengers sitted behind. So I drove off very fast to impress my passengers 🙈🙈 and to drop them off quickly before their battery finally goes off and my Boss will get a chance to say  “told I so you”. I dropped them off without even knowing who they were. I had helped them, they were grateful and they didn’t quench in my hands. That’s good enough for me.

Next day, I was happily hungry in the night and decided to rush quickly off campus to get a bite before darkness falls and while I was pulling out, hunger in my blurry eyes combined with the car front guard made me scratch a parked car. I felt horrible and waited till the owner arrived. I apologised to them (A Lady and a Man) and WOW😱, they didn’t ask for anything more. In my mind, these were too good to be earth species.

Now just yesterday, I was on my way from the campus and just a few meters home, a young man was already tired walking down same path and he waved at me and as usual, I parked and he hoped in. I still didn’t look at his face to know whom. The act was to me more satisfying than knowing who I helped.

Today came must faster than thought and here was I dressed and heading out for an appointment, the prayers of those bystanders finally caught up with us again. But this time with me behind the wheels. The car just won’t start. The battery was out. On the 3 different occasions it had happened, it would cost the driver 1,000NGN to get a replacement for the car to start.

Now in this case, I was the driver. I was so foncused and didn’t know how to walk the long distance by foot. I advised we talked to those with cars around, but he wouldn’t oblige so after few unproductive minutes, I braced up for the worst “NO” that could come from them. I walked gently to one of the young men and pleaded him to help me identify the owners of the cars packed and hurray🙌, he owned one of the cars. I explained to him my predicament and he offered to help. As he was about driving to my location to help jump start the car, 2 hound ladies then arrived who were in his company. One quickly identified me and said “were you not the one that hit us that day? Surprised, I quickly said No. She was bent on it and kept on till I finally remembered she was the lady whom I scratch (not hit) their car on my hungry night. Then she added. “I knew you, but I just like making people feel bad by reminding them their wrong” Oh what a Hobby😏. So I quickly apologised again and Lo and behold, it was same car that was going to help me so I took a good broad-daylight-look at the side I scratched and felt even worse. While we were about to leave, the second girl now added, I also remember you. At this point, my heart was already in my mouth. What have I done again. These ladies are just gifted in making me feel bad. So I shamefully turned and she said ” were you not the guy who gave us lift the other day to the school gate? Have you forgotten us?” Hmmm, from shame to smile, my lips could barely seal🙈🙈. It was now a 1-1 affair

She expressed her gratitude once more. Then the man who was about to help me now added. “Don’t you remember me again? You picked me up yesterday on my way to the quarters.” Oh for the sheepish me. I don’t even know the people I pick up nor look in the mirror to see if they were still breathing air. But now my smile had doubled and it flooded my soul. The car got started and I couldn’t contain the lessons that flowed upon me. It was now 2-1. I had won

Indeed I had stepped on toes and made a few smile without even knowing I did. But for whatever it was, they were grateful. Its a beautiful thing when you don’t slam-shut the door against yourself.

Seeing strangers as potential friends unless proven otherwise. Even when people take advantage of your meekness, that shouldn’t deter you. At least they would be enough evidence to put you behind bars for the good you did.

As my friend would say,

We Smile, Laugh and Share our happiness and comfort not because we have everything we want, BUT because we want to change Lives, Touch Hearts and of course make the World a Better Place by Living the Change we like to see.

As long as it is within your power, do the Good you can, to all the People you can, at all the Times Possible without an expectation from them. BUT there is a God in Heaven and He also lives in the hearts of men.

🎵🎵Those Old Good Songs🎶🎶

One think it’s time the song, “Give me that old time religion,” is revised. The revised version should have a new stanza which should read, “Give me those Good old songs /They are good enough for my God”.
The ‘Old time religion’ will take us back to the faith, once delivered to the saints (Jude 3). The good old Christian songs should accompany this revival. These are needed to make the worship of our God completely glorifying and meaningfully edifying.
The Reigning Theology
The songs a people sing in their worship naturally reflects the theology of their time. That is their knowledge and understanding of who God is. It also show the level of their experiences with God.
A call for the Old time religion says, let’s know and relate with God the way we ought to. The call to bring back those good old songs says let’s praise and worship God with songs worthy of Him. The Old time religion and the good old songs should go hand in hand. This however is not to say new songs are irrelevant. Neither it is a call to discouraged creativity and innovations in worship. It is a call to stick to the old principles of worshipping God in truth and spirits even in songs. We need songs that says we know and understand God correctly.


WHEN THEY SANG

In the old time religion, people sang about God and for God alone. People who walked with God and worshipped Him in songs viewed songs that way. No wonder God delighted in their praises, because the songs were all for His pleasure. The Psalms are full of call to sing unto the Lord.

When God’s people expressed their appreciation of who God is; when they thanked him for what he has done; when they praised him for all he has shown of himself; when they adore him for the beauty of his holiness and majesty and when they marvelled at his awesomeness, they sang joyfully and reverently. The sang of his wonders in creation and in their lives. God was pleased, because his people recognized him for who he is and for what he did.

When people sang they were understandably excited for they acknowledged also that their own joy, salvation, satisfaction, meaning, safety, deliverance, provisions and providences were all rooted in who God is and what he had done by his sovereign might alone. So their songs were all about God and for God. That was acceptable to both God and man. When people sang they were motivated and moved by the fact that God was at the centre of life itself.

WHEN WE SING
As people in the old time religion sang from their understanding of God so do we singing from our understanding of God today. But our theology and theirs differs. They had a God who controls the universe and all the affairs of man. They revered him in befitting songs. Today we have a God man controls. Ours is a theology that understand God who is there to be used and run errands for man. Ever heard of the God man uses, instead of the man God uses? In this regard it is not a surprise that most of our songs today are about man and for man. They are focused on man and his needs. But just as songs for and about God cannot avoid mentioning man; so also songs about Man cannot avoid mentioning God. The difference is in the motives and the roles assigned each in the songs. The right choice is the one that represents the right theology which has God at the centre of life. If theology is about God, then the need for our time is to chose and sing songs that are about God and for him alone.

THOSE OLD SONGS
There are those good old songs that have been tested over time to be inspired of God. Those who composed them experienced God in ways that showed they indeed met and knew God was in those experiences. Reading through and or hearing those songs rendered today one cannot but marvel at the depth of their experiences with God. Those songs takes you right to the root of true worship of God in truth and in spirit. Reading the lyrics; you know those songs are biblical and reflects sound theology. Singing them bring you to an awareness of the presence of God. They make you sober, reflective, focused on God as the only reason and object of singing. Leaving the venue where such songs are sung one carries along the feelings of the presence of God.

STILL AROUND
Those good old songs are still around, preserved in hymnbooks: Sacred Songs and Solos; Redemption Hymns; Hymns Ancient and Modern; Golden Bells and those adapted by various Christian denominations as their hymnal or song books. There are also good hymns and songs composed by th early native African Christians which nonetheless reflect good theology and appreciates God for turning their dark world into the marvellous light of his dear Son, Jesus Christ. In some cases they adapted English songs and their tunes; in others they composed different lyrics with native tunes. In either case they are used to worship God for who is.

WE REJECTED THEM
With the change from God centred to man centered theology that largely came with modern Pentecostalism came the change in our songs of worship. We began to sing something else. We left the hymn books for short monotonous choruses. We began singing, dancing, clapping and amusing ourselves. These choruses, often repetitions of few words or lines work us up into frenzy. They appeal to our quest for entertainment and we are comfortable singing to ourselves and for ourselves.

Some of these short choruses merely make statements of intentions that are never carried out. It makes no sense for example, if we say to God, ‘I will praise you’ and stop at that. We should be seen to be praising him with words that praises him. But if a song starts and ends with statement of intention we leave God in suspense, so to speak; expecting to hear us praise him. On the contrary the hymnbooks spell clearly words expressing the appropriate feelings an intentions of those who composed them.

Singing some of those choruses in themselves may not be wrong afterall some of them contain scriptural verses or principles.The concern however, is that for some, their contents do not reflect a proper understanding of who God is in addition to vain repetitions such as is found in pagan worships.

Unfortunately where those songs are sang are where the crowds troop to today. Now the practice is to sing what attracts the crowd to church. Aided by the use of modern and sophisticated musical instruments these meaningless songs are made to sound heavenly originated.
As it is, even churches who use to know the value of those soul uplifting and edifying hymns are abandoning them for noisy jamborees. They are copying what those churches that have abandoned the Old time faith are singing; in order to maintain their youthful membership from being depleted.

THE EFFECTS
The rejection of the hymns in today’s Christendom has telling effects on the faith. A distorted theology as observed brought about the rejection of the hymns. This in turn takes us farther away from knowing God. We rejected the hymns and called the congregations where those songs were sung as cold and lifeless churches. But what we thought made a worship service hot and a church living was actually and in most cases Christianised versions of pagan worship. Here getting high up (as in taking intoxicant and losing the senses) seem to be the goal. See where it has led us – congregations of worshippers that are ‘hot and living’ but irreverent and shallow on the knowledge of God.

BRING THEM BACK
If we must go back to the old time religion, we can’t afford to leave behind those old good songs. We must return to both. Graciously the means to returning are within reach. His word, the Bible is preserved for us as compass to find our ways back to God. The hymns are still there on the shelves of many Christians bookshops for pick. Church and Christians group leaderships should encourage and promote the use of hymnbooks in worship in the church, Christian fellowships, family devotions and individual times alone with God. Those hymns are still sound, meaningful, edifying and good for sober and God glorifying worship. Let’s go back to those good old hymns and the new ones that are composed from sound knowledge of God and His word.

Next to the Bible every Christian should have a hymnbook. The Bible will lead us back to God. Singing from good hymns will help revive our souls. The two build our faith and strengthen our Christian life.

Namani J. Nharrel (2017)
#Bring_Back_Our_Hymns

…and it keeps getting BETTER by the moments

Making the world a better place
It was just too obvious that I was very limiting when I carelessly said “you have kept me for another 1 year.” One (1) was too small to quantify what we have done together.
A further attempt to say you preserved me for 12 months seems rather unappreciative of me.
I seemingly went ahead to appreciate you for another 52 weeks of your Love and came out thinking I have said enough, only to realize my conscience was frowning at me.😒

Lost in my thoughts, I grabbed my pen, a calculator and tried to impress you with with intellect which I thought was mine. I discovered I had just expended another 8,760 hours breathing your air and I was awestruck as I said to myself, “He should be impressed with that mathematics” and as I bow to give thanks I could only see how empty my heart really was.

That feeling that something was still missing wouldn’t just let me go. So I took a further step, punched a few digits and arrived at a huge sum of 525,600 minutes of your Grace. Wao! You should be tummy filled with those 6 digits and I now thought I had done you a big favour and while cleaning off the dust off my prayer knees, you extended those warm hands of Love, rescuing me from the cold of the harmattan and opened my eyes to the realm I couldn’t ever phantom with that little whitish substance in my skull. With jaws dropped, I realised you made me a millionaire for the period in review as I have just depleted your account by 31,536,000 seconds of your Love, Mercy, Grace, Providence, Guidance, Protection, Preservation.

Those jaws are still dropped and permit me to leave them that way in awe of your wonder even as I enter another year which seems so far already and yet very close. When I get in, I will just close them up, smile back at you with cheeks lifted high and say “We did it Partner. Lets do it again”

Finishing Strong in 2016,

All by YOUR GRACE.

We have a daughter! – Letters to bae

But would you want to be remembered for just doing your work, just like everybody else would be?
Real Deep.
If we keep doing things just like everyone else, then they is nothing different about us.

The Real Rhema Blog

Dear future ❤ bae

WE HAVE A DAUGHTER

So before I tell you about our child… (isn’t she pretty by the way? She takes the strong personality of her mummy to a fault!  )… may I share with you my experience on my first week at work? A brief one. Midway through my day, I was informed of a send-off party for a “colleague” – a respected professor who now had an appointment as a vice-chancellor of a reputable university in Africa. During all those speeches, all I could hear myself saying was: “I personally know the vice-chancellor of the University of ….” Heheheehe!

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From Ghana to Tamale

What do you have in your hand?
Make much of that little in your hand

The Real Rhema Blog

​Dear auntie, we no longer live in Ghana. We have moved to Tamale!

😂😂😂😂😂..

These were my words to my aunt when our family relocated to Tamale from Southern Ghana. At age 6, can you really blame me? Everything was different. Dad had a new job there and we didn’t know what to expect.

I still remember the bus that “moved” us. I even remember the bus driver “did trotro” on the way and picked some women dressed up in the “Christian Mothers Association” uniform😏. Mum had one of those uniforms so I recognized it. I remember them offloading our stuff in front of this blue rusty gate. I still remember where the fufu pestle stood as we waited for the caretaker of our new residence to bring in the keys. As to why I still remember those details, I may never know. 😂

We moved next to a village…

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I want a degree!

Hat doffed for an honour well deserved.

The Real Rhema Blog

I have noticed, that when I write about my life and my experiences, it usually appeals to a certain kind of audience. Often, it’s young people in the university or just about to enter or perhaps my age mates. The adults who read my posts are often like: “oh yeah, go girl, you have more years ahead of you! Young people must read this!”

And then there is those who are now married with kids (especially ladies), those who now have added responsibilities and have sort of closed channels to any improvements in their lives beyond what they have now. So I decided to talk to you about this woman. Let’s call her, Everlove!

So, Everlove loved the idea of being a teacher someday. You know in these times, most young people are in teacher training colleges and even nursing ones because of assured allowances or perhaps assured jobs in…

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YAP Proposal #417: Groundnut oil and cakes (Mercy Haruna, Nigeria)

Passion and Opportunity meet educational preparedness

THE GFAR BLOG

MercyHaruna

My Name is Mercy Haruna Wakawa. I’m from Hawul Local Government Area of Borno State, Nigeria. I was born on the 25th of April, 1986. I studied Food Science and Technology B. Sc. (Hons) from the University of Maiduguri, Borno State.

I’m a simple businesswoman who has taken up agriculture not just as the area of doing business but also as a way of life. I’m the CEO of Confianza Global Resources (Food Production and Processing Services) located at Number B8 State low cost Biu Borno State, Nigeria.

I have a cottage nut oil industry currently employing 2 young women and 2 young men. We have processing machines of 2 tons per day capacity that process groundnuts into groundnut oil, groundnut cake and sludge.

The Industry processes on average 0.5 tons of groundnuts per day due to inconsistency in power supply which has affected the output and the availability of…

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