UNFURNISHED WORKS...

THIS IS JUST TO GET IN TOUCH. AND IF YOU THINK I HAVE NOT BEEN MAKING EFFORTS TO WRITE, YOU ARE JUST WRONG!
IN TWO WEEKS, I HAVE MADE THE ATTEMPTS BELOW… MAYBE YOU CAN PICK A FEW THINGS FROM THEM.

THINGS I LEARN FROM FROM FACEBOOK....
I like to come straight first hand; I spend quite a lot of time online, and half of it alone I'm on facebook. And if this is not helping me in any way, then it is actually destroying me. I had to evaluate from time to time until I was convinced I am the better for it. If you love God and you have the slightest sense of purpose, you would get bothered if anything or anyone for that matter seems to occupy most of your time. Nobody becomes great using his time for what is not in line with his purpose. Nobody stumbles on greatness, you had better be sure facebook is worth your purpose before you give it your time, otherwise you are only digging your own grave with each tab on that keyboard.
I want to share a few good things I have learned from facebook. If you are expecting to hear how to make money on facebook, then you may be disappointed. Some of us cannot make money from money. But I can guarantee that you would know how to make meaning from facebook at the end of the reading.
Everyone wants his or her voice to be heard. And that is what facebook has made possible. God bless Mark Zuckerberg. I will recommend an award for him in heaven. He is the next big thing after Gates' Microsoft. He has made it possible to connect people in ways that even Nokia would applaud. You can imagine that revolutions long overdue are being made possible by facebook! I am not going to talk about Egypt today. Neither will I talk about Tunisia. I am going to talk about you. See, facebook can bring about a revolution in your own life. I am not about to market a product that is already so self-selling. I am going to dwell on the product that you are and how your manifestation that is long overdue can be fast-tracked by the medium of facebook. You have got to pay due attention to this because the enemy of your soul is already twisting this very powerful instrument of self-improvement, networking, advertisement, and lots more into a weapon of self-destruction, time-wastage and purpose-depletion.

SCEPTRE SERIES: BREAKING THE STAFF OF THE WICKED
So I’m back, and the devil is in trouble.
I have no respect for the devil. I have said time and again, and I will say it again and again.
Have you heard the saying ‘one bad apple spoils the rest’? One wicked scepter will wreck the lot. The Scriptures say when a piece of land is given to a righteous man, all it will take for that man and his land to get messed up is one scepter of wickedness resting in that land.

I DON’T WANNA BE MANDELA
Today is Mandela’s birthday! He clocks 93 today. How a man could be so blessed with a beautiful life and enough time to live it. He had so much time in his life that he spent 27 years of it in prison (now, that is over 300 months or 9,000 days behind walls). Funny, 27 years are all some people have to live. His story makes the world such an interesting place to visit. He would be one giant tourist attraction if aliens actually tour the earth. Angels would even be fascinated by this story of the man who used his life to fight for freedom, and still had enough life to enjoy that freedom. Martin Luther King Jr. took a people to the mountaintop and left from there, Mandela took a people on a long walk up the mountain reigned with them. It will be unfair to compare these two great men, while MLK Jr was extraordinary, Mandela is so ordinary, yet so, so phenomenal.
You see, last week the doctor told my wife at the antenatal routine check that ‘the time would be any moment from now’. I have been so eager to see my baby. Then just a few hours before I began this write up, my wife told me; ‘everyone seem to be calling me today’. As if, she was going to deliver today. Great would be the coincidence if my child shares a day with Mandela. Just as I began to relish the thought it my heart, I heard my baby whisper to me the title of this piece; ‘I don’t want to be Mandela, I want to be me’. (Now, don’t ask me how it is possible that I heard those words). Ah ha! Why should I want my child to go through all those experiences of the Madibba? I gave it another thought. Why should I even attempt to be God over my child just because I am the father? The only one who is God and Father at the same time is Jehovah. I smiled and replied ‘Yes dear, you should be who God created you to be and never another.’ Recently, another man I respect so much, Wole Soyinka told a group of youths gathered on his birthday ‘Do not try to be me’. And I wonder if my generation could be so outstanding like these men. In a way, they do not even challenge us to do better than they did, but they challenge us to do our own thing! It is as if my generation is too busy trying to be like their models to really be themselves.
As early as possible, I will tell my child about Jesus. Then about Esther, David and Daniel. But I will also tell about Mandela, about Awolowo, about Obama. But what about me? What will I tell my child about me? Or what will people tell my child about me? What is there in me to inspire greatness in my own child? I began to search myself seriously. Why do these great men hardly raise great children? They were too busy being great, maybe. But when Solomon became king, there was really no one else to emulate like his own father, David. I want to raise great children, I just want to inspire, motivate and empower them as much as I can. I want them- not to imitate me or anyone else for that matter, I want them to emulate me and any other character so
worthy.

SPEAKING INTO GOD’S EARS
The art of listening is a difficult one. Now ‘listening’ is different from ‘hearing’, I’m sure you know. You hear with your ears, you listen with your heart. Very few people are really listening, yet all of us have something to say. Just speak to the person next to you and see how much attention he pays to you. And you need to pay a lot of attention in order to listen. Ours is a distracted generation. While that person you are speaking to is still trying to, at least, hear you, his phone rings.

AND THIS ONE IS UNTITLED YET…
Writing is not as easy as many think it to be. I once met a Professor of English and I asked her why I have never seen any of her books on any shelf. She told me she has never written one. I was surprised. Ma, you are a professor of English Language and you have not published a book? She told me she specializes in an aspect of the profession that criticizes people’s work. Hmm, I see. She went further to explain that when you have eyes trained to spot other’s mistakes, you become too careful to do your own work. That woman is a professional critic, and so many people are critics by vocation. That is why they are not doing much themselves. Some people even say they are ‘social critics’ and I find that occupation very interesting. I live in a country where too many things are wrong, but what I find more disturbing is too many people prefer to complain than take the simplest step to right the wrongs. Common protest, my people cannot stage. They specialize in criticizing everyone and everything. So, what am I doing myself? That is the point. It is so easy to criticize. The greatest

WRITING FOR ME, IS A MATTER OF INSPIRATION. AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, I TRY NOT TO FAKE IT. ONE THING I LEARN FROM GOD; HE IS NOT TALK-ACTIVE. WELL, IN THE MEANTIME, I KEEP FILLING IN, AND SOON AGAIN, THERE WILL BE A DELUGE. FOR NOW, ONE THING FILLS MY MIND MOST OF ALL; MY FIRST CHILD IS ALMOST HERE! SHHHHH! I THINK HE/SHE (IT’S STILL OUR LITTLE SECRET) IS SLEEPING NOW. I GOT TO GO NOW.
SEE YOU SOON WHEN I WOULD HAVE BECOME A CONFIRMED FATHER. GIGGLES.