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The meeting

“This is God’s will. The University of Lagos. University of First Choice”, I spelled out in my heart as I walked past FSS, the Faculty of Social Sciences, enthusiastic and gleefully leaping too. “It must be a good place for God to have sent me here”.

I kept walking, determined to know the environment very well before lectures began to hold fully. I soon reached the Pharmacy. As I walked on, I saw, about six metres away from me, a woman, mermaid in fact.

Honestly, she didn’t have a tail or wiggle around. There wasn’t even a water body close. The closest was the lagoon and that was quite far from CITS. On this woman were all forms of seashells, beautiful, adorning her lower body. She had a bikini like top covering her breasts as the shells formed a train to mark her terrain and authority.

My eyes had this tingly feeling as I took in all of her features. I looked around to see if anyone was amazed like I was. No one was because at the next look at her, she was dressed like a normal lady in a green body-con off shoulder gown.

As I slightly rubbed my eyes, I saw her again in the former attire. She had on her a crown embellished with glittery shells. I felt extremely weighty and the distance between us closed. Suddenly, I felt one of my angels pat me on the back, nudging me to keep going without fear. It was as though they held my shoulders in place because I had slumped already. Those six meters were the longest six metres I had ever walked in my life.

Fair skinned, her skin glowed like a model sprayed with shimmer or fairy dust. It glowed like the sands by the shore when hit by the sun. But in reality she had a glowy skin and it was just 9.45pm. This is definitely no human, I thought to myself.

As we closed in (she and myself), I acted completely oblivious but she knew I saw her. As long as we didn’t say anything to each other, she was okay. Her beauty was mesmerizing, even to a lady. As soon as we passed each other, I held my chest tightly as I felt the Holy Spirit nudge me. He was walking with me too but I sensed how sober he was. He was in pains and it was affecting my heart. I felt the pain so much that I began to wail.

Some destinies were going to be destroyed that night and I was even afraid of confrontation. Few minutes ago, I was glad I wasn’t instructed to confront her. But the pain that flooded my heart that God’s precious will for all was thwarted in some people’s lives that night brought me to tears.

This experience was different and the territory too. I told myself I would tread carefully.

I went back to my hostel as soon as I was calm enough to walk. By now, it was 11.20pm.

As soon as I reached, My eyes got tingly again. I was having short breaths and the pain in my heart returned. I began to pray loudly in tongues but I felt weak in my body. The visions came as disquieting flashes in my eyes.

I quickly plugged in my ears with a sermon by Prophet Abraham, The Things Above. I picked up my school notes, wrote my name and courses on them and dropped them in my locker. I came back to bed, still plugged in and slept off. I thought the previous encounter was strange until I went on a journey in my dream and realized I could feel myself, in a dream. Stranger things.

I knew I was asleep in a dream inside the dream. I pinched myself in the dream so I would come back to life in reality (I learnt this in the movie Divergent) but it didn’t work. I was really struggling to wake up because what I saw ehn…

E be things. The story continues

Onaopewapo.

I was struggling to wake up because what I saw ehn, e pass my mouth. Hanging on the walls of the already peeling walls of Jaja Hall were creeping flying creatures. They looked like small dragons but they were attached to the walls of this hall.

Funnily, people thought of them as aesthetics rather than creatures to be chased away. I shook my head and I walked away. Suddenly, I saw a lady in my department. She was in her second year, a year higher. I met her during my clearance.

In the dream, she held onto a book, a textbook to be precise. But she was speaking to a guy in rags. He looked mad but he spoke clearly and fluently. He acted really normal but I just knew he was very crazy if that’s a way to put it.

I stopped and watched their exchange. Apparently, he gave her the book but he asked her for something. He asked that she allow Him have sex with her, in her dreams. She wasn’t shaken, even as she agreed.

“Yeeeeee”, I screamed internally. “What did you just say yes to? Are you stupid?”. I almost got caught as I stared intently. Moya look away because almost everyone was dressed in rags except the others dressed in white.

I’m pretty sure if you looked from the top at this place, it’d have looked like a chess piece, rags and whites. People moved about like they were pieces in a game.

As I walked on, catching my breadth, I saw a canteen right in front of Moremi Hall. It wasn’t by the side. It was right in front. People walked in and ate. The attendants picked the meals from a main kitchen. I watched as they went to collect every order from the kitchen till God said, “enough watching, go to the kitchen and don’t get caught”.

I should have been scared and even given a side eye but I just went. Upon opening the doors, I saw a shrine. Not the Yoruba film, red and black shrine OOO. The incense burning in the corner, Image in frame hanged in the center, “Healing” water in the other corner, all on a table kind of shrine.

I wondered where all the equipment disappeared to. I could have sworn I saw a proper kitchen earlier. Afi k’olorun sanu.

It was here I almost got caught and started running. I just wanted to leave the dream. I kept struggling, pinching and trying to just wake up till my roommate knocked on the door. The funny thing is, I saw her walk to the door and knock. But I couldn’t stand up until she knocked.

The joy was quickly covered up with confusion and worry. I had a million and one questions for God .

But His response was one…

The Physical is a masked manifestation of the spiritual.

Onaopewapo.

But His response was one. “There are forces that govern every territory and from the day you step into the environment, they become intentional about your choices. Every action is done with strategies and plans. There are no accidental encounters with spirits: good or not. One thing is true. They will try to silence you but remember this.

The words in you are Spirit and they’re Life. Every single word I speak through you is Christ. So when I ask you to speak, do not hesitate.

Trust me when I say there are forces against your soul, trying to pull you down because when they do, they’ll pull millions down with you.

My Spirit will always guide you even as you walk in the University of Lagos.

The charge I give you today is to stand as a watchman on the tower, a priest in golden royal rainment, at the river of whom I am the source, and Draw. As you draw, pour unto the Campus and ensure that it becomes flooded.

Of a truth, you are a channel of that river. Open up and watch how I, the river of living water floods Unilag. Open up, Iyin.

Confusion will arise, the waters might get blurry as the devil will cause it to be unsettled but know this, Love, Power and a Sound mind are instruments with which these mountains are made plain.

Never let a day pass where you’ll be weak. In supplications and prayers, let me know all that troubles you. Never let a day pass without you speaking to me.

Your strength will fail you. Your might will fail. Your power, you don’t even have any. But My Spirit, it’s the only one that’ll never fail.

I give unto you these two olive trees. They are the constant supply of oil in you. They connect to the lamps that guide you. My Lightbearer, Go in peace and watch how Christ rises in this sphere.”

These words came to me in my half-asleep state.

They brought all the calm I needed because Kamapuro Kamajale (to be honest), I was scared. This was no ancestry curse. It was a territorial war. God’s words didn’t only soothe me, they gave me confidence. The Joy that comes with God is a different type. Not even money or food, nothing ever made me feel this way.

I slept with a smile on my face but on waking up by 3, I saw a text informing me of a test by 8am. How? I wasn’t even prepared.

As I read, I began to have crazy thoughts. They were really crazy because I thought I liked my roommates. Emi? Girls? Nibo?

There are forces against your soul, desperate to get a hold of you. Jesus is not just a force, He’s Power, Light Himself.

Onaopewapo

POV: The Kingdom of Darkness

“She knows what we’re up to. She’s not ordinary.”, Atama, Chief of crippling spirits said.

We can’t leave her be. She must bow to us. It’s the season of immorality, our plans must be successful. But How do we stop her?

As I thought of ways, the Crippling spirits thought of ways to attack. Some suggested Money but God already taught her to manage it. Some suggested Friends. She understood the principles. Relationships? She had too many boundaries. Academics? She just started. Exams were far and there was an edge too. Parents? They were intercessors themselves, especially that mother. Business? God taught her too well. She passed the tests for this season already. Thoughts? She was a deep thinker. Thoughts? It helped in her meditation. Thoughts? The perfect entrance.

“These persons were great at inspecting. They found out the crack in her thoughts. She was strongly against off colour jokes but she watched that movie without an outburst. Somewhere in her is accepting the idea. We can work with that. We’ll strike it persistently till she yields to our desires.”

POV: Iyin

I needed to rest a little from all the screening and matric stress so I joined my roommates for a movie. It was really captivating at first till I started noticing some unnecessary scenes. It was as though it was there to buy time. Anyone would understand the storyline without all those mushy mushy scenes. I began to get drowsy where I sat squished between Tomi and Ife. Those two were so keen on understanding every detail and they almost fought because of their opinions on every scene. That was one of the reasons I sat in between them though. The other was because they were so warm. It made me feel at home.

Tomi kept nudging me though. I soon lost interest in the movie especially when I saw that the lead actor had a boyfriend. Eskis me, how did that help him get better at saving the city? He was a hero already before they included that rubbish.

I think it was at this point I totally just went off. I went to my bed and slept off honestly.

This happened three days ago so when the thought that I liked Seyi, the extremely endowed queen of our room came.

I lost it.

It was then I heard that calm still voice say, “It’s not your thought, cast it out”.

I’ve always looked at Seyi, half naked or not. We’re ladies in the same room. I would never think of that. It’s definitely not mine. I cast off the thought and remained still. It was then I knew, even my heart could be corrupted, desperately wicked.

If not for Jesus in my life, I’d have thought I was the one thinking that. Chinekeeeeee! I’m grateful. I actually thought the thought would not return to me till…

At every place where I was exposed to seeing ladies naked, this evil thought tried to creep in and each time, I spoke against it.

The funny thing is, a month earlier, I had sensed a wave of this LGBTQ spirit around the school and I prayed against it with Fiyin.

Is this one of the reasons Jesus was always in God’s presence? A second away and one spirit is trying to convert me to something I wasn’t even made for. Things dey occurrr

I told Fiyin about the thoughts and she said she experienced the same. It was then I understood the attack. It was time to break the altar and the priest servicing this altar.

I had to call on my gees. They were also wrestling against Lust. The devil is a bastard. Is this a joke?

What did God have to say about this though? His response was one.

It’s time to go the traditional way. We’d have to stand as not just watchmen but as Priests and raise an altar of righteousness to displace that of immorality.

Take on the headpiece of salvation, garment of purity, the incense of prayer and worship and the girdle of the Word. But The priesthood wasn’t going to be a one time. It was to be a lifetime process.

It was then it dawned on me that we were Sons but not yet Priests.

It was an awesome process but trust me, with a lot of mountains.

This is where I draw the curtain on the four weeks. See you same time next week.

We were Sons but not yet Priests.

Iyin
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From the archives

I can’t get enough of the “Im back” I’ve shared with you.

I want to share something I’ve really been wanting to share. I’m repeating words already.

I’ve been gradually developing into Christ, slowly but surely. It’s been pleasant and it’s been rough, I must say.

I bring words of comfort today to every youth out there. Jesus loves you and wants you back. He never wants you to turn away.

At some point when I was low, I felt void. It reminds me of the beginning of the world. I was in that state for weeks struggling for light. I was definitely still being a source of light to many but it was like someone switched off the lights in a hazy room and dumped me there.

I’m not writing this so you can tell me things or be sorry. I’m sorry. But this is for you and I.

A lot of pressure is placed on Christians and as much as it’s a strategy of the devil, it sometimes comes from us and the church.

The walk is important but what happens when you appear not to be walking.

What do you do when you just want to leave God’s presence and be caught up in the moment?

What happens when you hear God and minutes later go off the radar?

What happens when no one gets you and a friend can’t help you out?

The truth is, you do nothing.

You really can’t do anything.

This is the moment where you surrender. Total surrender.

There are levels to this surrender and service thing and it can be found in Christ short chat with the rich man in Mark 10: 17.

You’ll do things that make you believe you’ve reached the bar of surrendering till God shows you another loophole, till he shows you another potential idol.

This is why you return to the void state, without light. The truth is, you’re still in light and with God but God showed you the muddy waters inside you.

The flesh in its attempts to keep them muddy throws you into a frenzy. You’re probably convulsing spiritually with God by your side calling out to you to direct you and show you that the muddy waters are there no more.

In periods like this, your best way to hear God is the Bible. This is because like earlier, sound waves through muddy waters are really confusing but the word of God written and inspired by the Holy Spirit can be trusted.

The funny thing is as I write, I learn more on God’s view of our lives.

When read and meditated upon, restoration occurs. He leads us beside the still waters and restores our soul. He then guides us in the paths of righteousness.

Till we die, the journey to becoming holy as God is can’t end. He’ll always work on us. But we mustn’t flee God’s presence each time we feel short of God, like Adam. Take responsibility and wait till he confirms your healing and asks you to present yourself to the priests (testify).

Yahweh is truly the Shepherd.

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The Adventures of Iyin

She’s taken over the village, her friends too. They’re starting to strengthen the captives. Most of them have even been set free. They’re starting to see the Light, Master.

What can we do? Who really is she? Who gave birth to her? Astragalus, find out where she lives, the altars we laid there, her family altar and her grandparents’ altar. We must have a loophole somehow. How can one human destroy all that took us years to engrave? Preposterous!

This conversation was ongoing in the spirit realm between the devil and the demon Astragalus. He had the appearance of a flower after the famous flowering plant but it was all a deceit. He was nothing like the healing herb.

Astragalus sent three of his subordinates to search for loopholes in Iyin’s life. They visited Iyin’s home, looked around and found it clean with a burning altar. The altar the devil raised had been ruined and replaced by another, with sacrifice burning to God. They couldn’t go near it so they sowed tares. They carefully kept cold coals in the basket. This would take a while to burn. The complacency and tiredness tares would discourage the parents from waiting for it to burn. All this was in the spirit realm. But by the time it manifested, Iyin’s Dad, Mr Jide lost His job. It came as soon as they paid their first fruits. A month later, The kitchen got burnt. No one was hurt but a lot of their savings went into fixing the house as the Landlord put pressure on them to restore his property to it’s former state. The home was starting to experience imbalance and it affected the altar slowly.

These three didn’t stop there. They went to her school, making sure that they were always around her friends. Those four, suddenly became seven and you know, it looked like a perfect number so they weren’t really concerned.

Everytime those four decided to pray, one of those three would have an excuse to waste time and bring excuses. Personal prayers were the next thing to attack.

One evening, Iyin had a bath in anticipation of Christ’s teaching. She was really expectant when Sophie’s number popped up. Iyin would normally not pick calls but it was Sophie, the quiet one of those three. She picked up only to hear Sophie crying.

One loophole was Ìyìn’s inability to balance emotions and logic. It took wisdom to do that. But Ìyìn was more of an emotion person. Emotions could be manipulated and that’s what Sophie did.

Funnily, Iyin had never liked those three but for Tobi and Tayo who thought it wrong to dismiss well meaning people who wanted to grow spiritually.

Now what was wrong with Sophie? Her mum died and would be buried in 3 days time.

Ìyìn tó the rescue! She forgot completely about the meeting with Christ. She said a short prayer, left and became the comforter.

Ìyìn got to her dormitory that afternoon and tried to keep her calm. Sophie stopped crying and sobbing. She slowly began to sleep. To Iyin, the comforting words from scripture worked wonders.

She was going to leave and get back to her meeting but at every instant, Sophie woke up.

It was difficult. She too soon started to yawn. At that very minute, Christ came to her room, waiting patiently for his best friend. He called out to her. But just outside Sophie’s room was a spiritual barrier. There was no reception inside the room.

At the last minute, Iyin opened her eyes and got up to pee. As she opened the door, she heard her name loudly and saw two angels waiting outside. They could see her but the unclean barrier kept them from her. They stayed quiet amidst Iyin’s questions through the walk back.

Christ was excited beyond her imaginations. She wondered why and he started to explain that once she broke the streak, her flesh would take over and it would be difficult for her to accept God’s will into her heart

Dreading losing her best friend, she promised to try to maintain the streak as long as God’s grace was with her.

But she didn’t ask about the three friends Out of love, Christ said, You’re just four before my Father. Those three don’t love me and can never. Iyin couldn’t keep her mouth closed as she heard those words. She never really trusted them. She was starting to open up to Sophie. Now what? How do I stop being friends with someone who lost her mum? What does that make me?

Christ smiled and said, How do you continue being friends with someone who takes you away from my presence at every chance they get? How do you talk about the world and its pleasures at peace with these people?

The next day, Iyin called Tobi, Fiyin and Tayo and told them what Christ had said. Tayo confirmed it all and even exposed that Philip was talking him into joining a group of seniors who were homosexuals. Philip assured him that he’d not have to study hard as our class teacher, Mr Eroja was the head of the group and he’d ensure great grades if Tayo joined them.

Wow was all we could say. I’m pretty sure Tobi and Fiyin had encounters but they were quite reserved. We agreed to steer clear off them but Fiyin kept asking how Sophie could get help with the loss of her mother.

It would be heartless. She was starting to doubt what we heard so we prayed together for individual confirmations to foster unity.

Meanwhile as we prayed, these three started looking for ways to flee the school. Afẹfẹ ti fẹ…

The cold coals were still on the family altar. It was here that God taught Ìyìn what happened with the Baal prophets.

After she prayed, Fire burnt even with the wet coals and the fire didn’t burn out. The same fire scathed the demons. There were burn marks on them.

They won once again because Christ’s love was immeasurable. He kept looking out for those four. This love defied all of the devil’s odds and gave strength to them.

Iyin’s dad got a much better job, better pay and more personal time. He could work remotely and on site too. As if that wasn’t enough, The organization gave certain packages with it: housing, and transport. It was a real estate company that took special care of it’s staff. Mr Jide would be the owner in two years of working with them.

Those four kept burning. They healed the sick, especially children with the down syndrome. It seemed almost impossible when they held their hands together but as they opened their mouths, Fire fell on the sick and smote the chains that held their tongues, arms, brains, feet. All they could see was peace.

More importantly, they grew in wisdom, knowledge and discernment.

Who are these four? Heirs of the Most High, Joint heirs with Christ and that’s on periodt.

They continued in this till they graduated secondary school and part ways as they arrived at three tertiary institutions.

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The Adventures of Iyin

Ministering Spirits

We handed over to the Children. They prayed and brought men to Christ. But it still wasn’t over.

The two teachers weren’t done with us. They stared at us horribly.

It was here God showed a vision. In the vision, God showed me what the original plan was for the children.

Children would be exposed to sorcery and divination first. If that was stopped, the next thing would be lust, both of the eyes and of the flesh.

Fiyin and I sat under the tree, waiting for the boys to return with our foods. It was time to break the Wednesday joint fast. Everyone sat in groups and had their volunteers get the meals.

As always, the four of us always ended up together. It was as though we were the remnant from the groups and so we formed a group.

Tobi and Tayo returned in five minutes. We were about to pray when I heard a loud cry of pain. Tayo, Tobi and Fiyin looked at me. Apparently, the four of us heard the cry. It was continuous. The voice of a mother weeping for her children. We looked around and didn’t see anyone in our line of sight. The other groups didn’t hear anything. There were no buildings in sight. Who was crying so loudly?

Tobi switched saying “It’s Rachel. She’s weeping for her children”. Herod’s Spirit is in this village. He won’t let any Child live until he has Iyin. Rachel is weeping for her children.”

Did this mean we had to hide like Christ was hidden? What would befall the children? After all, God’s response to Rachel was to refrain from weeping. She was assured of her children’s return and prosperity.

This message brought worry to my heart but God comforted me through the meal prayers.

It was lights out at 10pm. The boys were in their hostel while Fiyin and I stayed at Captain Abiodun Hostel. I honestly couldn’t sleep.

Fiyin stayed by my side as we read through the Psalms. She shared that God was going to be visiting me tonight through ministers and that I shouldn’t be afraid or worried but to receive all with humility and love for God.

I kept on looking at the clock as I imagined what an encounter with an angel would be like. Was it going to be scary? How tall would he be? Would it be like those descriptions John gave? Ọlọrun Shanu mi.

11pm passed. 12 too. 1 too, 3 too. Se this minister will not come again. I had forgotten the tip Fiyin gave me. Do not be disturbed. Do not be worried.

It was at the minute I stopped thinking and stood up to ease myself I saw a great light. How did light stand alone in darkness? This being was literally light, no other features, just light. He said, I am not a minister. I am the source of the ministers. Jesus Christ.

I was quite far from this Light but I could hear His voice as though He was right by my side. Eiuu God, Have mercy was all I could mouth.

He drew me closer to His side without moving, Like a moth drawn to a flame. I’m definitely that moth. My legs were elevated to His feet. This means He wasn’t standing on the ground. But it looked as though we were on a ground. At an instant, I found us outside the hostel. He took me to a mountain top. There we sat as He opened my Bible and handed it over to me.

I wondered how and why the Bible was here. It was in my box, the last time I checked.

As though he heard every thought, He said, Study it. Read, Read, Read. He picked clay from the side of the mountain. He then said it was too dry to be an anointing. He asked me if I understood. I shook my head and all he did was smile.

He called out water from the rock we sat upon. Water gushed out and he mixed the clay with some water.

Next, he anointed my eyes with them.

He then rinsed my face with the water that gushed out. Now he said, ” Read. “.

I kid you not when I say that My eyes were opened. I could see beyond the written words on the sheet of Genesis 3. There were so many footnotes under each verse. I looked at Him and looked at the Bible. I wondered if it was still the same Bible. It was. Something was wrong right. It wasn’t the Bible, It was me. Jesus opened my eyes. He is the source of Ministering Spirits.

He then began to teach me about Adam’s love and fall. He took me to His own days on earth and opened my eyes to see all that He suffered just to get men reconciled back to God. The number of days he went without food just to get us back to the Garden of True Pleasure, Eden. It was here I realized that it really wasn’t by works but by grace. Years of pleading for restoration was what he underwent till He finally ascended and the intercession still hasn’t ended. All of these knowledge and many more was poured out on me but more importantly, my identity in Christ was proven.

Jesus reminded me that He knew me before I was born and that He had called me. He showed me some snippets of my life. He then took me to my first altar call and all the others I had attended to rededicate myself. What could a 10 year old broken child do in church?

He asked me if I understood what it really meant to heed the call. It was to literally drop dead and take up Jesus’ life and live as He is. I can’t even explain it well. But Colossians 3 does justice to it.

He asked me if I was ready to allow Him manifest through me and I agreed but I wondered if Fiyin, Tayo and Tobi could also see Him the way I could.

He told me that they were also receiving encounters at the time.

The last question He asked me before Kehinde tapped me was “Are you ready?”

By the time I saw my friends, they confirmed meeting Jesus that same night. How did three hours feel like three days?

I saw water by my bedside too but I saw three other things, my Bible, A pen and A journal.

Since that day, visitations from Christ was unending. The Holy Spirit would whisper in my ears that Jesus wanted a walk and I would jump at the offer. No day passed without a visitation.

Verse 4 became our song.

God has so many extensions of Himself and one of them is the Ministering Spirit(s). They’re not in extinction. They’re more active than you can imagine and one of God’s ways of speedily training His children. I pray that we’ll not just encounter them but we’ll also be able to discern their presence, stay calm and welcome them.

Note: whatever God starts, the devil tries to hijack. Ministering Spirits are not angels or demons but an extension of God’s presence.

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The Adventure of Iyin

This is a story inspired by the Holy Spirit, fictional for parents and children alike.

I ran as fast as I could but it appeared as though I wasn’t. The wind lifted my legs as I ran and increased my speed. I covered so much distance and by the time I stopped, I couldn’t see anyone around me.

It appeared as though, I was free from those angry men but I was lost too.

Pardon me, darling. A lost person keeps on talking if you understand me.

I’m Iyin and the Holy Spirit has been giving me some roller coaster experiences of late. This last one took me to a land I know nothing about.

Three weeks ago, my campus fellowship organized an evangelical outreach and I got the nudge to go.

My friends, Tobi, Fiyin and Tayo were so excited. I was scared. I just knew this village had its perks.

If God sent us though, then there was nothing to be scared of, right?

A week after, we arrived at Ìpólé Àgbàdo. This village was quite exposed to civilization. It had a church, more like a cathedral, Community Primary School and a basic health centre amongst other grassroot facilities. The church was the only public place of interest to us though as there was also a shrine area that had been deserted by many.

As we walked round the village after visiting the Baálé, we spotted an area where two middle aged women taught the children.

I was drawn to them and quickly walked to greet them but as I drew nearer, I noticed something really strange.

What they were taught to do was more like sorcery. The children were taught to engage in the metaphysical realm, speak in tongues and even go in trance.

If these women were declared pagans, it would have made the event more understandable. They were Christians.

They attended the only church in the village, a C&S church and were part of the prophetic unit.

It was here I understood what they were doing to the children. Children are naive and always amazed by the giftings of the spirit so teaching them to be active users of these gift would be an easy way to get more children into the church. But the mannerisms of their teachings and what was taught had nothing to do with the Spirit. It was pure black magic.

The devil had hijacked their idea and deceived both parents, teachers and even the children.

“This must be hurting God”, I thought.

While I was thinking, Tobi, Fiyin and Tayo had caught up with me. They greeted those women.

They stared at me. They obviously could see and feel God’s hurt.

We held hands and immediately asked to watch the kids so they could rest. This was evening and those women were definitely thirsty for a break.

Immediately they left, we swung into action.

We prayed together first and asked for instructions on how to make use of the two hours given us.

God responded almost immediately we opened our mouths to pray.

We were overwhelmed by how strategic God was and started to do as He said.

Tobi, Fiyin, Tayo and I took to our positions and prayed with the children. We then started to…

To be continued next Monday .

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Living on God’s own terms 2

Grace and honour be unto the Most High for all that He’s done in my life and in the life of every man. I woke up with all the confidence I never thought I had. “This week’s going to be great”, I thought.


Upon getting to my primary place of assignment, Warri Refinery and Petrochemical company, The secretary informed me that there was no space anymore for corp members to take in the department. I was still confident, for in God will I trust.


I found out there were openings in another section of the refinery, Department of Petroleum resources.
I applied there and waited two days for a reply. There was no reply but I was confident. My purpose was to serve God and get joy only in Him. Nothing was going to take away my joy, not again.


As I walked into the office, I met the Secretary to Mr Bala, the registrar. She was the one who collected our application letters earlier and asked that we wait for two days. I greeted her and offered a smile which she returned with a half baked smile. She later told me to stop wasting my time and check elsewhere but this guy wasn’t going to break. No, He wasn’t.

I was going to pray for God’s favour at this moment but praises came to heart instead. I began to sing quietly. The songs flowed like a river with an unending source.
I was lost in worship that I didn’t even notice Mr Bala pass by me.
When he returned, I was still deep in worship. He tapped me and said, “Follow me”. The joy that moved round me was unexplainable. I walked in highly expectant. He didn’t ask that I sit and I didn’t. He stood and said, “Continue waiting on the Lord, He’ll renew your strength”. The songs were still playing at the background of my mind. I hummed. Silly me hummed when this man was staring at me, expecting a response.
“Okay” was the word that crossed my mind and I said it, accompanied by a “Sir”. He smiled and offered me a letter tagged DO NOT READ TILL YOU’RE OUT OF THE ORGANISATION.
Thank you very much sir and I was out as fast as a cheetah would run.


Service year was a great one. Mum would visit once in a month and share stories of various personalities she had encountered. She was gradually getting over Dad’s death. But I know she could never forget him. I just continued to pray for strength to handle all these responsibilities that were becoming evident as the days went by and to achieve purpose (ultimate goal).


Upon opening the letter, I found that I was accepted into the organisation but I’d have to work at Kaduna for some months. I wasn’t happy. I was joyous. I screamed in my head and sang loudly (thank God, I was outdoor). I went back in to thank Mr Bala but he left already. I was going to wait for him to return when his secretary walked across the room, swaying her hips like one dancing to Bata. I quickly asked when he would be back and she said He wouldn’t. He was going to Mecca for Hajj and to Australia for a professional course. He would be back in about a year and a half. All along, I thought he was a Christian. This meant we might not meet again. I’ll definitely find him and appreciate him in person.

Work at home seemed to distract me from life as a whole. But the sixth month was rocky for me. As the assistant to the auditor who was quite lazy, I had to make and organise all the reports of the organisation’s finances. It was tasking. Something happened and I was invited by the disciplinary committee. There was financial misappropriation. This must have involved the auditor, accountant and a clerical officer so I understood why I was being investigated but the issue at hand was what I didn’t understand. How did this happen? How? I always checked. Anyways, I’m innocent is what I can declare. As investigations continued, I was stressed out that I didn’t remember my extra copies at home. After two weeks of lost reputation and tiredness, Mum called. She was really ill. All appropriate medications didn’t seem to have any effect. Double wahala. I asked for permission to travel to Lagos from Kaduna to be with mum but they wouldn’t budge. They thought I was trying to run away.


The next week was worse. The report from Das Engineering Company came in. How does a business wither within a month? How?


Das was Dad’s business before he died. An auditor can never be an engineer but he could read financial reports and from what I was reading, Das was dying. I asked the manager to go ahead with the payment of salaries and prayed that the next month would be better.


These 4 weeks changed the way, manner and timing of prayer. I still studied but every verse seemed like God was saying “stay in it”. This burden is too much for a 20 year old guy. I’m still a young guy. I shouldn’t go through this, yet?


Two days later, I got a call.

Cry Out

Slowly, man loses touch with His only lover, God.

Walking, talking, praying with people, prophesying, preaching, teaching, singing, dancing, living but not for His Lover.

It goes on for long but he doesn’t notice how he’s lost touch with His Lover.

God in himself, weeps, wailing and waiting for His friend to finally come back.

He watches as man goes about everything ignoring that He’s there.

He understands but still he waits.

Finally, He gets the memo and leaves His friend.

But as He leaves, he watches Him keenly, still expectant.

With a loud roar, the enemy pounces upon Man.

The covering is removed so It’s time to weaken Man.

It’s time to make Him forget God is watching and waiting, looking from above.

God still watches, waiting for a call to which He’ll hearken.

“Ye”, “Ha”, “Why have you forsaken me?”, ” You’re wicked.”, “Where’s your eye?”, “How could you forget all my walks, talks, service etc?” is all Man can say.

He displays all sorts of mannerisms displaying folly when all he should say is, “Pada Emi MIMO Pada, return O Lord and restore. Restore Fellowship, Restore the Fire on my altar.”

The folly births sadness in Him, giving room for sickness and in turn, death.

The sin of making God weep is considered nothing because we’re doing His work. He has hands, legs, fingers and all that should put the void world in place, declaring light.

All He desires is a Man to stay with Him in Eden, a friend and one with which he can share His concerns.

God is King, not His concerns or yours.

Funny how, if this man didn’t love God and befriend Him, he wouldn’t be a prey, He would only be a servant of the enemy.

But Even the enemy doesn’t like lukewarm food, he’d rather dispose it than eat.

The Mercy and Grace in God must be carefully understood and used lest you shoot yourself.

If you’ll dedicate to God, please be real and cry out to Him.

Judgement is coming.

Hallelujah Day

On Tuesday afternoon, God said to make a video of people shouting Hallelujah. I thought to myself, “Ope, did you just cook up a content idea that involves God? Don’t do it. Too much attention. What would you say birthed the idea? Moreover, they’re restrictions to the people you want to ask.

Wednesday passed and so did Thursday. Friday arrives and I find out It’s World Hallelujah Day on someone’s status. I go online to verify only to find nothing. Devastated, I believe my mind.

Evening comes and I’m reminded. Wonderful, it wasn’t my idea. It was all God. But I wasted time.

Sulking, I give up.

But God says, Do it still. There’s time.

The video got ready before the Kairos moment elapsed and here’s what I learnt the umpteenth time.

Stop restricting God because you don’t want to stretch yourself out of your comfort zone, because you want to look humble or stay in good books. Go where He sends you.

Quit restricting yourself. Take that idea and make it into content, write that thought, send that text, sing that song, keep going.

Fear not He who cannot give Life.

It’s easy to get so timid that you disobey God to please people. Quit being silent and Please God.

On a final note, Do what God says to. He sees, hears and knows what the future holds. He’ll carry you into it through Guidance.

He’s concerned. And yes,

Happy Hallelujah Day

Onaopewapo

Enjoy

A Reminder to all.

Man ought to always, I repeat, always walk as a supernatural. We were made to live as God on earth, bring to earth what God had already done or is doing in Heaven.

Thy will be done on earth [through me], As it is in heaven. This is what a version would probably read.

What next for the church? What next for the bride? You’ve been waiting for the bridegroom.

To wait, you have to wake up from your dreams first.

Many of us are still dreaming. Wake up. It’s but a dream. The reality is that, this is the day of the Lord. The wedding Day.

A day to God could be a thousand years to us and vice versa. But This is the day.

Awake o ye that slumber. This is the day of the Lord.

When you wake, refresh yourself with a bath. You need to wash off your yesterday. Everything that made yesterday relevant goes with yesterday. Take that bath and forget what losses or disadvantages yesterday brought. Take that bath. I’m pleading.

Now, Get dressed, O church. Dress up. Adorn yourself with sound doctrine. Don’t be ever learning, ignoring the power that lies in the Knowledge of the Truth. Adorn yourself with love, power and a sound mind. Pick the crown with the seven stars O church. Embellish the crown with tiny stars, as many as you can add. They’re waiting in the mire. Dust them up and add to your crown.

This is the time to trade your all for the oil. The Lamp must never go out.

To you wondering what next, There is no next step. Only Now steps prepared in heaven for you to walk in. You have to see them and to see them, you need to walk with God.

In your walk, enjoy fellowship for with fellowship comes power and power, dominion.

If God can miraculously show you your keys when you ask after being troubled, He can miraculously raise your dead neighbor when you just utter a “But God, I don’t think She’s dead. She’s alive right? Say something, God”.

God is searching for not Christians but Sons who cherish fellowship so much that we call Him down to Earth through every word that comes from us.

Brides who don’t need to see the groom but have strong telecommunications with the Groom.

So much that the say of the Bride is what the Groom would say.

Sons, whom do you resemble? Is God your father or your Foster Father for the time?

Latter, you must surpass the former by learning from the former and gaining time through their lessons.

Latter, keep training.

Christianity is not fellowship. Young Minister, the pulpit is not fellowship. Fellowship in school, at home or church is not Fellowship. Online Sermons are not Fellowship.

Speak to the One who made you. Listen to Him. Meditate on your conversations. That’s fellowship. Enjoy it so much that you can’t do without Him. He’ll get fond too and go everywhere you go. The glow that follows you can then be called power.

The focus remains Christ. The Kingdom of our Lord.

The grace of God has appeared, bringing Salvation to all people, training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions, to live a self-controlled, upright and godly life on this present age.

Titus 2:14

The Lifter of Men

You guys

I forget how often God has been good to me.

Trust me, I don’t intend to but I often find myself slipping away, dragged shamelessly by familiarity into the quicksand of ignorance.

It just becomes my daily mantra yunno.

I’m protected daily from the tiny spec that made my eye itch a million times without swelling.

I’m protected from the drunk student driving his friend’s father’s car when crossing the road.

I’m protected from the thoughts that so easily beset me and seek to pull me into the river of sorrow.

I’m protected from the smelly and toxic anger oozing off my roommate who’s seeking an emotional sponge to receive the aggression.

I’m protected from those demons lurking around me seeking a weak moment in my life.

Men, they, are nudged, and raised to intercede on my behalf across the nations.

O what love this man Jesus has shown me.

He sent me grace to save me from condemnation and the death the Law brings.

I can’t imagine staying morally upright and regarded as unrighteous still. It’s frustrating but He…

He raised me and set me high on the rock.

With Grace, he wrapped me like a child, singing sweet sounds into my hearing.

He burns incense around me, of worship of prayer, making it easy to remain in his presence, easy to abide, easy to stay, easy to wait, easy to trust.

God, I love you so much.

what manner of love you’ve shown?

He made me a son, put on me a crown of glory, invested on me the honour of knighthood in the Kingdom. He set me on high, breaking mountains, leveling them with valleys in an instant, connecting me with the Cyprus and Nebuchadnezzars through whom my people, your own people are delivered.

He just keeps shielding me from every ill and clearing my paths.

I wonder why I stopped thinking about His goodness.

O the Lifter of my head, Be praised.

Be worshiped.

Be exalted.

I return all Honor back to you, Father.

Thank you for Grace.

I love you so much Jesus.

Help me never to forget your love and goodness to me.

Ebeneseri wá re

Onaopewapo