Archive | January 2012

Music of my heart…

Just like music

is like the speech of angels,

so are your lyrics

like that of an angel.

gentle and touching

so you came…

melting my heart to nothing

with your magical flame.

 

Just like music

complete with instrumentals

provides a touch of magic

so is your love fundamental.

you add moments of magic

that spice up my entire life.

every day with you is like a colorful picnic

with you, there is no strife.

 

Just like music

coming from the talking drum

it’s absolutely fantastic

how you melodiously hum

and i understand

what you mean.

when i can’t stand,

on you will i lean.

 

just like music,

i could call you hip-pop

or soul, or rock or blues, still you’re classic

with energy enough to lift my spirits up.

i could say you sound like whispers of the ocean at night

or birds chirping happily on a tree

but words will never be alright

to perfectly describe thee.

 

Just like music

soothes almost every mood

with relief very authentic

like nothing else could..

so do you

satisfy me like food

even without a clue

like no other would.

 

Just like music

makes me get lost in time,

with you I’m unable to hear the clock tick.

love and friendship you beautifully rhyme

naturally i dance to the rhythm of your beat.

you make me laugh unlike Aliyu

and my Heart does skip a beat

when i think of you.

 

Just like music

you’re beautiful my lovely one.

in my heart forever you’d stick

the melody of  hearts that beat as one…

the maker of the universe, He is our strength and song.

our glue; the one whose name is love.

like it is written in the song of songs,

many waters cannot quench our love.

 

Just like music

we’d survive through thick and thin.

our love is like elastic.

you’d remain evergreen

my very rare musical masterpiece

you top my chart,

all that’s left to say is

you’re the music of my heart!

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My thankful shrite up

i wonder what you are doing now…bored? can’t wait for it to be close of work? can’t wait for ASSU strike to be over so you can have something to keep you busy? or maybe you’re just strolling the streets of blogville while you’re chewing on some orbit chewing gum or what?

anyways, what ever your situation is at the nano second when you stumble on this and decide to continue reading…i hope you are thankful. yes, you read that right. in all situations we are to give thanks to God. whether you’re in Kano or up north or maybe you are not but you’re wondering what exactly is running through your president’s head or maybe you just want to give him the Oyedepo type of slap to yank him back to the helm of affairs and stuff so that you can go back to your Uni and hopefully collect your allowance for the coming month at least…what ever the case, you are to be thankful.

it’s thankful thursday’s today and it’s still your girl farida and it’s still my blog..lol, i don’t know why i said that abi you dey struggle right with me ni?

today i’m going to be doing a short exercise for fifteen minutes

*sets timer*

i’m going to shrite (share-write) the little big things i am thankful for..

  •   i’m thankful for the miracle of sleeping and waking up. seriously you think that’s not worth it? can you imagine if God wasn’t in the mood to wake you up this morning? of course you can..because you are awake and you can think and even read…
  •  i am happy also that i am somewhat literate..praise the Lord someborri. but seriously o, in this day and age, imagine me like this fine girl no dimples..or pimples which ever one..i no go fit read or right or even communicate well sef…father i thank you.
  • i am also happy that my mum’s blood pressure which was unnecessarily and alarmingly high over the weekend has some what normalized..for that i am extremely thankful.
  • i am also thankful that somebody i know knows somebody that knows somebody that i can stay with in Ghana when i go there next week so i don’t have to spend on hotel accomodation and stuffs. if you like yimu and go all is-she-that-broke..et all.. no i am not that…but i am thankful..
  • i am also thankful that i just had some laughs because some friends from school just came to the office and i wasn’t expecting them and i was happy to see them and all…
  • i am also thankful that i haven’t had beef per se with my dad this week..that’s a biggie.
  • i am also thankful for emem and onose..those kids just make me so happy..
  • i am also thankful that God added another year to my mum’s life on the 22nd.
  • i am also thankful that nkems running stomach has gotten better..
  • i am also thankful that there has been no form of traffic..or rather i haven’t experienced any major traffic this week..ok Monday sha..but i took one gangster okada ride like that..that my mum shouldn’t know about so yeah i still avoided the traffic and i am happy..
  • i am thankful for shippers love world fellowship
  • i am thankful for that nice lady in church on sunday
  • i am thankful for the chic that gave me a ride from church to my bustop on tuesday after evening service..mehn the car was so comfy and my not high heels were frustrating my blessed feet and i was tired and hungry and in no mood to walk so…yeah i am thankful…
  • i am thankful for the harlot to heroine post that…

ok i think the timer just went off… 😦

and i just remembered more juicy things….

anyways in the famous words of a particular song writer..(i don’t know his name) i should ask google shey..)

count your blessings name them one by one and it will surprise you what the Lord has done… seriously..

bye..peace, love and pancakes!

really any typo..? you should just ignore that..

Harlot turned heroine

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Lauren are you sure i can do this?

ahn ahn God has not given you the spirit of fear or timidity but of Boldness and sound mind

*Rahab walks into the studio*

OMG it’s happening….

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hello, ladies and gentlemen welcome to the very first  “Wednesday woman’ on Orange Reflections (OR) i am Farida.  I will be your host today and on the show we have the eccentric harlot turned heroine of faith. infact me, myself and I could think of no better woman to start the show seeing as she is one who sparked up so much controversy in her former life. not only did she follow an immoral profession, she also betrayed her own city in exchange for the  favorable treatment for herself and her family. but because she acknowledged the Supreme God, she gained a place of honor in the scriptures

Farida:  good morning ma, its such a pleasure to have you on the show, you look so so beautiful.

Rahab: goodmorning my dear what century is this again?

Farida: *chuckles* its 2012 ma

Rahab: hmmn, how time flies. i like your dress too..what is it made of?

Farida: it’s an ankara gown from orange culture, i was also styled by bubbai..

Rahab; *confused look* i’ve never heard of ankara before..and what is this you have on your feet? they are so high..

Farida: err..they are shoes. lol. ma, please for the sake of those listening who do not read their bible and who have never heard of you, please we’d like you to introduce yourself.

Rahab: some people haven’t heard about me? Na wa o.. anyway, my name is Rahab, i was born in the era before Christ. back then i was a notorious prostitute, harlot, call-girl, whore…you get my drift right?

Farida: what town was that ma?

Rahab: Jericho.

Farida: so how did you meet the spies that Joshua secretly sent to spy Jericho from the Israelite camp at acacia Grove?

Rahab: back then, my house was built into the town wall. you know in business location is everything. one day i was looking out my window in the evening, the last customer had left and i was just enjoying the the evening when i noticed two tired looking men obviously foreigners approaching the town gate. i quickly went out to market my services, they needed a place to stay and i let them in.

*phone rings*

Farida: OR 52.9fm. goodmorning, your name and where you are calling from?

Caller: hi goodmorning, my name is shukura calling from victoria island, i would like to ask madam rahab a question

Farida: go on, she’s listening

Caller: Ma, did the spies get some that night?

Rahab: you say?

Caller: ma did the spies patronize you that night?

Rahab: ah..No o, i know i was notorious but..i knew ther was something different about them. they were good people and it was obvious they didn’t want my services.

Caller: wow. thank you so much ma, me and my friends are listening to your interview.

*ends call*

Farida: how did the king find out about the spies?

Rahab: *chuckles* you think amebo started in this era? one of the girls in my household told someone that told someone that told someone and the news got to the king who later ordered me to bring out the men. i couldn’t deny that i had not seen them so as a sharp babe i told him that they were at my house alright but they left at dusk as the gates were about to close even though i had hidden them beneath bundles of flax i had laid out on the roof top.  i also told him to send his men along the road leading to the shallow crossings of the Jordan river.

Farida: bundles of flax? what were you doing with those?

Rahab: i wasn’t just a prostitute, i was also a business woman when i was not err *coughs* i spent my time weaving threads from the flax into linen which i sold to the dress makers.

Farida: wow, i didn’t know that? you must have been rich..

Rahab: yes i was.

Farida: so why did you hide the spies?

Rahab: it was in a bid to be deceptive and disobey the law but obviously it was God’s orchestrated plan to fulfill his promise to Isreal and i was a Vessel. I felt it in my spirit that the Lord had given the land to them already. in reality, the people and inhabitants of jericho were all afraid of the children of God. infact we lived in terror after we had heard how the Lord made a dry path for them through the red sea when they came out of  Egypt. we also heard how they had destroyed the people of the two Amorite kings Shihon and Og, we heard of all they had done to them and our hearts melted in fear, ha! who has the courage to fight after hearing such things? God is the supreme God of the heaven’s above and the earth below and He was with them. i knew it was a lost battle already. i had to do something, i had to save myself and my family.

Farida: that was some revelation ma. who told you about God?

Rahab: i really can’t answer that, i just knew their God was the supreme God, so i had to make them a deal i asked them to be kind to me when the Lord gave them Jericho since i had helped them. after all, one good turn deserves another *chuckles* i think that was the wisest move i made. i told them to save my life and that of my father, mother, brothers, sisters and their families. as one of the Apostles told you, faith without works is dead.. if i just had faith but did not tell them to spare our lives, who knows what would have become of me? i had to make a move.

F: you must have loved your family..

R: oh yes i did. i didn’t want to be the only one saved. you know sometimes i wonder why those in this end time, even believers don’t love their families..why are y’all so stingy with the gospel huh?

*phone rings*

F:OR 52.9fm. goodmorning, your name and where you are calling from?

C: my name is Chioma, calling from Alagbado, ma so how did they eventually escape?

R: ah..you know my house was built into the town wall so i secretly let them out through the window using a scarlet rope lol, i was creative like that..i told them to escape to the hill country and hide thee for three days before they return to their camp..they told me that if there was a massacre i should live the scarlet rope hanging from the window through which i let them down and all my family members and myself must be inside my house. i accepted their terms and conditions, it was a deal.

Caller: wow, you really risked your life o..thank you ma for coming today and thank you Farida for the wonderful; work, i’m still listening..have a nice day.

*ends call*

Rahab: have a nice day too. you guys in the era of grace are so lucky o..you do not have to pay for your salvation because Jesus has paid the ultimate price for your sins all you have to do is believe in Him…you are a lucky lot, back then, we had to sacrifice rams and pigeon’s and…

Farida: we have a text message here from Ejiro in ikorodu, she says ” goodday madam Rahab, i am really enjoying your interview. please can you tell us how they conquered your land?” ma, over to you..

Rahab: hmmn. we were very afraid of the Isrealites that the gates were tightly shut. economic activities slowed down. things were like the state of your nation now during the last nation wide strike. one fine day, while i was watching from my window, i saw seven priests with rams’ horns marching in front of the Ark of the Lord and blowing their horns around the town. some of the priests followed behind also blowing the horns. they didn’t speak. they continued this for six days. it drove the people crazy but i had faith that i would be saved. i gathered my family and waited. on the seventh day at dawn, the marched around the town as they had done before but this time, they went around seven times. the seventh time around, as the priests sounded the long blast on their horns a man (who i later discovered was called Joshua) commanded them to shout that the Lord had given them the town. he told them that everything in Jericho must be completely destroyed as an offering to the Lord apart from me and my house hold..

Farida. wow, that must have made you very happy

Rahab: happy is an understatement..joyful, as dirty and unworthy as i was, God spared my life and that of my household. He loved me..the Supreme God loved me…can you beat that?

Caller: hi, my name is Fatima, i am calling from surulere. ma please did the  spies keep their promise? did you let down the scarlet rope?

Rahab: yes dear, they did as they promised. that was how because i had hidden the spies Joshua sent to Jericho, i was saved and given a place among the children of God. i stopped prostituting , i had faith in God and even got an award during the “Hebrews 11” faith and award’s ceremony *flashes award*

Farida. wow, sadly we have to bring the show to an end. i hope you have been inspired because i was. ma, please any last words to your fans?

Rahab: hehe, i can’t wait to tell Joshua, caleb and co that i’ve got fans…anyways on a more serious note people, watch what you hear guys. the people of Jericho “heard” that is why they were “afraid”

“phone rings*

Farida: hello, hello..please turn down the volume of your radio set

Farida: OR 52.9fm. goodmorning, your name and where you are calling from?

Caller: hi my name is Onosetale calling from Ikoyi, ma please did you hook up with Salmon? father of Boaz? are you the one mentioned in Mattew 1:5?

Farida: i am so so so sorry i had to cut that call, but it is exactly noon and i must read the news on the hour so the show has to end. thank you ma for coming, we appreciate it so much..have a safe trip back to your era.

Farida:  thank you all for listening. i’m sorry i couldn’t take all the text and calls but it’s a wrap people,  until we come your way next week..remember God loved you enough to make you a woman.

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This X-mas

Happy new year though it’s day 6 of 366.  a short story. i wrote this story in memory of the once who lost their lives in the December,25, 2011 bomb-blast at a catholic church in Mandala, Niger state, Nigeria.  for a competition. i hope i get picked though..if you stumble upon this, please say something.

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December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas Papa……

It felt weird saying merry Christmas over the phone….. It felt foolish even. In my whole twenty-one years of existence I had never been away from my family during the holidays… It was my first time in the city of excellence. After the mandatory three weeks in camp, I was posted to Nigerian Shippers’ Council in Apapa to serve. I shared a room with my friend in her aunt’s apartment in lekki phase 1. Commuting was hard. Traffic was the enemy.

“We miss you Tanwa… I still do not understand why you prefer to stay in Lagos for Christmas.” “Miss you too Daddy” I replied…. I meant it I knew I was my dad’s favorite and milked it for all it was worth. We spoke for a few more minutes then my sister’s voice came on.

“..But sis you really should have come to Abuja o, Mofe and Damijo came back from Yankee and they threw this awesome party everybody was there….. Are you even having fun in Lagos?” My sister…. She spoke too much and too fast for her own good. She was the social butterfly. She knew where everything was happening and who was making it happen. She was the reason I was some what popular. “Yes I am now… trust me.” I said with all the excitement I could fake. I smiled as I glanced at my pink sony vio. And the complete four seasons of gossip girl and my recent Daniel steel collection and shook my head.

“Ehen, I heard about the lekki toll gate issue. Did you guys protest for real? ”her voice trailed off.

“This is nepotism, injustice. Infact it is corruption” said my brother in his husky voice. I imagined him as he grabbed the phone from my sister. I’d remove the subsidy on our family relationship. Just watch.” I laughed my big headed brother. The future human right’s activist. He still hadn’t let the subsidy matter go. Shssh….. Papa’s credit is wasting you big head…. you want him to take off the subsidy in our conversation?” He laughed. “but sister Tanwa why would a government that has not put the proper things in place have the guts to tell us of their plans to remove the subsidy on imported PMS? did you watch the town hall meeting?” My brother, he loved to engage in witty discourse especially about different governments and bad leadership.

“How ridiculous can the shoeless ones get? Didn’t they see what became of Ghadaffi?” I am really not interested in your political rants this morning, it’s Christmas day, can’t I have a normal conversation with my sixteen year old brother that doesn’t involve political gibberish?” Tears rolled down my cheeks as I Laughed. I read enough of your political and soccer musings on your blog…..

“Hello sister Tanwa… how are you doing?” My kid brother. The aspiring writer. I loved him like he was my son.. Sometimes it was hard to believe he was just eight years old. His depth was endless. I am fine my dear… “How is your love life?” he continued… Kolade!!! I answered surprised that he’d inquire about my non-existent love life Aunty Tanwa, I’m trying to fuse romance in my new adventure story that would be published in the school magazine.. so tell me, do you get butterflies when you think of him? Does your leg to turn to jelly when he holds you? Mirasha’s leg does.. she’s half human being and half teddy bear… she’s a teddy bear in the day time and a beautiful lady in the night… and Sholm is a toy soldier during the day and a handsome prince in the night. The wicked mufassa cast a spell on them and…

Mufassa in lion king? I asked laughing… “Oh sister Tanwa, you’re my best critic that is why I love and miss you more than all these people……” I love you too Mr. K …

OmoTanwa… My mother…she alone called my full name. she expected grand children from me as soon as I got my degree. “Why didn’t you come home for Christmas ehn omo yi…? You know your sister Tolu is never at home to join me in cooking and your father now holds the village meeting in our house… you should have come home my child… I knew your father shouldn’t have given you that maturity talk before you left for camp. He shouldn’t. You used to come home at the slightest provocation. Or have you met a man? Are we expecting wine soon?”

I chuckled. I had met Jesus though, I wanted to tell her. She would be thrilled. She said something about going for mass at Mandala, near Suleja. Father Bosco has specially invited the family. And they had to set out early enough to catch up. “Merry Christmas, I love and I miss you all..” The call ended. I checked my call duration 1:37:12 minutes, daddy would be freaking out… all the credit we spent talking. I missed them… maybe I shouldn’t have stayed back in Lagos… maybe I should have gone to spend the holidays in Abuja.. I checked the time… it was eight o’ clock… service would start by 9 am… I quickly had my bath… put on my new black sequined gown, parked my hair into a ponytail put on my black pumps and took my mother’s black purse, my bible and looked at the mirror… kolade would call it a sad attire… there was no time to think of something else. Service was beautiful caleb even offered me a ride home…

I said to check my twitter account. @newschoolnerd tweeted… “Another bomb blast. On Christmas day? Boko haram need to fear God” @thatcutechic tweeted… “Bomb blast in Catholic Church at Mandala… 50 persons killed instantly…. Seven injured” As if to confirm my worst nightmare, I received a text message from my uncle..

“I fear there has been a bomb blast Tanny..”

I screamed. I fainted…

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