WHO IS OUR GOD?.
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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He is the God of the Holy Bible, the giver of life. He is the Holy One of Israel whose coming was prophesied for thousands of years by the Prophets before it came to pass. He is He that humbled Himself and shed His divinity, who came down as God incarnate in the flesh, who suffered on the cross, who shed His blood, who gave up His life as a living sacrifice for our sins, who went down into hell and overcame satan and the principalities and powers, who rose again, who ascended into Heaven and who sits at the right hand of God the Father.
He is He whose Holy Spirit guides, leads, protects and fights for us on earth today. He is He that is high and lifted up, whose train fills the Temple. He is He that is more than able and whose Kingdom shall never end. He is He that makes all things beautiful in His own way and in His own time. He is the Spoiler of our Enemies, our Advocate, our Defender and our Judge.
He is the Man of War, the Avenger of our Blood, The Ancient of Days, the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, the Lord of Hosts, the Comforter, the Consumming Fire, the Alpha and the Omega, the Creator of all that is, the Prince of Peace, the Lily of the Valley, the Rose of Sharon, the Balm of Gilead, the Blood of the Sprinkling, the Rejected Stone that became the Cornerstone, the Nazarene, the Conqueror of Satan and the Great Provider.
He is the Author and Finisher of our Faith, the Lifter of our Heads, our Shield and our Glory. He is our Father who is filled with love, who guards us jealously and who never fails. He is the Lord of the Universe, the Lord of the 24 Elders that sit before Him in His throne room, the Lord of the Angels and the Archangels, the Lord of the Cherubims and the Seraphims and He is the King of Glory. Who is this King of Glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle, He is the King of Glory.
His name is Jehova Sabaoth, Jehova Rapha, Yahweh God and the I Am That I Am. He is irresistable and unfathomable. He is the God of the Armies of Israel and the God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Gideon, Jeptha, Sampson, Moses, Samuel, David, Joseph, Elijah, Elisha and the Apostle Paul. He is the Compassionate and the Merciful, the Adonai, the Elohim, the Lamb of God, The Risen King, the Messiah, the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords- Yashua, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Son of the Living God.
We are created for His pleasure, He delights to prosper us, He displays His glory in our lives and besides Him there is no God.
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HE WEARS THE RING OF THE BAPHOMET.
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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He wears the ring of the Baphomet and he is a lover of women. He rides them like a devil, with a deep and ferocious passion. They fall in love with him instantly yet he cannot be reigned in or controlled. He is a danger to women. He is wild and free. He walks out of the room coldly, moves on and leaves them behind. Yet thoughts of himcontinue to ravage their minds and threaten to drive them insane. They are victims of his Baphomet spell. They feel sad, humiliated and used. They say to themselves ''if I can't have him, no-one will have him''. They plan to destroy him. He is the object of their love and hate all at once.
He should have controlled his sex drive and kept his giant weapon to himself. He should not have serviced and loved them with the vigour, depth and passion of a god from Mount Olympus. He should not have taken them to heaven and brought them back to earth with a bump. This servant of the Baphomet drives women insane with pleasure. He is a danger to women. His gentle touch lights up their fire and kindles an insatiable lust in their bodies, spirits and souls. Once he has pleasured them, no-one else matters and they cannot let him go.
It is just the chemistry and the aura he radiates. Once he touches them they are obsessed with him for life. And it is instantaneous. Lustful thoughts of his giant weapon plague and torment them from morning till night and from night till morning. He drives them insane with his wild and unrestrained visualisations, his vivid fantasies, his filthy words and his fertile and sensual imagination. He demolishes their inhibitions and he removes their sense of decency and self-restraint. They go wild when he mounts them. Whether princess or pauper they forget who and what they are and they enter the palace of pleasure with this servant of the Baphomet.
He destroys their restrictive thought-processes and their cool rationality with his burning sex appeal, his unrestrained and raw power and his primitive passion. Once he has ravaged them and had his wicked way they cannot let him go. They alone must enjoy the sheer pleasure that his tireless weapon and insatiable tongue brings. This man stirs passions that no mortal is meant to stir. He is a labial lover. He is a burning fire. He is a danger to women. And he wears the ring of the Baphomet.
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SHE WAS TRANQUILITY
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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She is not the evil one and neither is she accursed.....I am. She was the kindest person I ever knew. She had a divine prescence....she was tranquility. Her gentle smile lit up the room and she wore the fragrance of a thousand spring flowers. Her crime was to share my passion and to have faith in my cause- to love, trust and believe in me. She saw my vision and dared to delight in my dreams and aspirations. Yet I failed her and repaid her good with evil. I failed her and scarred her life forever.
O how cruel is this strange and merciless man that I have become. I can be so ruthless, unfeeling and cold to those that I love. I am not deserving of life and I am even less deserving of any form of joy. Yet each tear that she sheds in the secrecy of her bedroom wounds my soul and tears apart my crumbling heart. I join her in grief.
She does not see me yet her angel does. I weep and yearn for her every night and my spirit writhes and burns with pain. Behind that mask of a smile lies the deepest sorrow. I am a man that has been broken and scarred by the curse of love, ill- fortune and the vagaries of time. She has broken my heart, sifted my soul and crushed my spirit. I am slowly dying. May the Balm of Gilead heal my wounds and may God's love and mercy restore my strength. Most important of all may she find joy, peace, long-life and love everlasting. She was the kindest person I ever knew. She had a divine prescence.....she was tranquilty.
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I KNOW YOUR DIFFERENCE
... by Adewale Aladejana
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I know your difference amongst a million men
A man of war, mighty with words and the pen
A fine Nigerian, defender of history, God’s anointed one
The fourth generation of greatness, like David, all the battles you have fought, you won
You radiate the glory of God like the sun
To me you are hope; you are God’s angel fulfilling prophecy
You are a vessel, enforcing God’s will on the earth, passionate about giving God the glory
It is not coincidence that our paths crossed; it is not by chance that I recognise your greatness
I have longed to serve a man of purpose, a man with the anointing to break the bonds of wickedness
A man who is ready to die for his beliefs, I also do not believe in living unless I can make a difference
I see you rule this nation, I see God causing the fathers of this nation to submit to you
I see God showing off His power in an unprecedented dimension through you
It is time oh mighty man of valor, it is time to possess the land
We are not grasshoppers; the sons of Anak will bow at our feet, for God has given us the land
No man shall be able to stand before you all the days of your life; it is time to be strong and courageous
It is time to possess the land, the zeal of the Most High shall perform it, rise up! Oh mighty man of valor.
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THIS IS WISDOM
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Forgive those that hurt you. Love those that despise you. Heal the wounds of the broken-hearted. Strengthen and encourage the weak.
Help the poor. Fight for justice. Defend the truth. Speak for the voiceless. Confront the tyrant. Shun the wicked.
Fear God.
Bow to no man.
Seek peace but do not fear war. Be a blessing. Put smiles on the faces of others. Stand firm and unperturbed in the day of trouble.
Trust God and do not doubt him for one second.
Look not to your trials and tribulations but instead consider your blessings and victories.
Always remember that victory belongs to the patient and true.
Do not allow urself to be distracted by haters. Leave them to God and watch their bitter end.
Love passionately, regretting nothing and thank God for those beautiful moments in your life. Most important of all cherish peace and remember that God’s blessing flows in an atmosphere of tranquility, love and unity.
Live long and prosper and strive to achieve all your goals and dreams. Despite all, it’s still a beautiful world. We are here only for a brief moment in time- make that moment count for something.
Let your destiny be made manifest and let your glory speak from generation to generation.
This is wisdom.
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THE PEACE THAT I SEEK.
... by Vivian Agbaza
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The pen, the sword...I say the mind! It is that deep and mysterious place that reminds one of the black hole we all hear of in space. I wonder what colours our minds would be if we could give it such descriptions? Would it be white? black? red? I guess we would never know...
I sit down and wonder how we human beings compartmentalise our thoughts..How could we see into one's mind to know the thoughts they bear towards us? This very mystery is the peace that I seek. My journey through life has taught me that we are severely limited in our ability to influence how people think about us. Trust, empathy, togetherness, are becoming abstract phenomenons that I can't seem to get a grip on in these strange times!
Our truth as humans, what we strive for others to see in us has been painted with envy, jealousy and spite! I look in the mirror and I see a woman who has become afraid of her own shadow, she walks on egg shells and has adorned a cloak of cynicism...
I sometimes wish when I was born, I was given a manual with instructions on how to weather the eccentricities of life! How great that would be! However, the reality of life comes like a cold winter morning, taunting me, egging me on to tip over edge. Oh how easy it would be to succumb to that hollow void, that emptiness which does not demand any emotions and affections from me, or I could create my own little make-believe world where everything is pretty, hugs and kisses are currencies and everyone got along! O yes, I would if I could...
Einstein conquered the mystery of gravity, young David in the bible defeated the giant Goliath, it is impossible for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle...these are all truths! So what then is mine? What do people see in me and still not understand? How can I make you, yes you! to believe in me? to offer me your trust? to be safe in your embrace? These are the answers I seek to grant me peace!
Yes, we were all born different, we all make different choices, we all get the freewill to do as we please, to whoever, wherever and whenever! But at what cost do we leverage these choices? decisions! decisions! decisions! I have come to learn that our minds is the very bane of our existence. It feeds on love, hate, malice, anger, happiness, desperation and a whole lot more. I could pontificate on theories, concepts, logic or experience to find solace in this dilemma for the rest of my life, and I would never know...Alas, my truth is my truth! you, yes you! can choose to accept it or ignore it, celebrate it or debase it, encourage it or destroy it...it is your perogative, not mine!
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MUSINGS OF A WANDERING SOUL.
... by Vivian Agbaza
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She recalls the familiar tune of happy days and nights past. She was once innocent and carefree and would never worry about the morrow. The world was her oyster, the sky was not a limit, it was a stepping stone! She was untouchable, she was passionate and full of life, she could take on the world! But suddenly, everything fell apart.
Hitherto, she was a believer in the power of love and how blissful it could be, until everything was taken away from her, most of all, the power to love! She wondered what she could have done to deserve such a fate? Many a nights she cried herself to sleep, wondering where she went wrong? She couldn't understand why her love, care, affection and dedication meant nothing to the one she gave all for? Tongues wagged, strangers sought to malign this beautiful soul without knowing her! Oh the fates! Why her she wailed!
Ranks were broken, friends turned their backs on her...she was all alone in a strange land. She questioned her very existence, she begged to be spared from this misery even if it mean leaving this cold, hard and unforgiving world! Nothing could be worse than this she thought. Did anyone hear her heart-wrenching sobs in her quaint little room? Did anyone notice her brush off the tears while they stream down without warning? She prayed everyday for a better day, she dared to hope for a peaceful night. She had become a woman overnight, one who could now talk about loves lost...
If she could whisper a word to the one who needed to know, she would say, why? I thought I was the exception? I thought I was the one you would treasure even when the tides and seasons changed! How she fared, never seem to matter anymore. She had become a relic of a lost age, of this she was reminded of everyday when she dared to look...
She looks back on those days of blissful togetherness and wonders if they were real and not a figment of her imagination! The dark days would haunt her and leave her breathless, but her beautiful heart wouldn't let her be bitter.
She says a prayer for her love and begs the angels to watch over his soul, no hurt or pain could stop her from caring. She sits back and reminisces, then stifles a sob, the musings of a wandering soul.
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THE PASSION THAT BLEEDS
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Until you hear the Scotsman play the bagpipes in the early morning mist of the Scottish highlands, you have heard nothing. Until you hear the Irish maiden sing ''O Danny Boy'' on the lush green fields of the Emerald Isle, you know nothing.
Until you hear the Welshman sing ''Men of Harlech'' in the beautiful valleys of Pontypool and Pontyprid, you have heard nothing. Until you see the English rose blossom and bloom in early spring and you hear the British Grenadiers sing ''God Save The Queen'', you have seen nothing. Until you see the ''Charge of the Light Brigade'' and witness the courage of ''the famous 600'', you know nothing.
Until you see the Zulu warrior dance his battle dance on the hills of Isandlwana and Rorke's Drift, you know nothing. Until you hear the Ashanti and the Yoruba sing songs of praise to the Living God, you have heard nothing. Until you see the Frenchman sing ''La Marseillaise'' and ''Je Ne Regrette Rien'', you know nothing.
Until you see brave men fight, suffer and die for a noble and just cause, you know nothing. Until you hear the cries, see the tears, read the words and feel the pain of a wounded, tormented and broken soul, you have seen nothing. Until you feel the passion of the wounded Messiah on the cross at Calvary, you know nothing.
All these unseen things inspire. They stir the spirit and move the soul. They breath and bleed passion. They ARE passion itself. And passion is the essence of life. It is the food of the compassionate and the sensitive spirit. It is the fuel of noble and courageous souls. It is the stuff of which gods and immortals are made. It is our passport to posterity....our key to future glory.
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ST. BARTS AND THE GOD-SENT CHILD.
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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I sit in my study silently: head-bowed, pensive and all alone on a pitch black, cold and wet December night. It is after midnight, the guard dogs are on the prowl and have long been released, the wind is blowing fiercely and it is pouring with rain outside. What a fearful and stormy night this is: it feels as if the elemental forces have unleashed their full power against we mortals and all the occupants of the earth. Such a sad, angry and lonely night. Everyone in the house is fast asleep except for me. I sit back, meditate and reflect. My sadness almost overwhelmes me as I think of the ugly events of the last few weeks and months. I ask myself, who was right and who was wrong? Where did the two of us go so badly wrong that we cannot even talk again or care to find out how one another are faring? Where did all the suspicion, bitterness and hurt suddenly spring from? Where did it all start and when did our love suddenly end? Is it possible for love to turn to such deep hatred overnight? Can three years of love, friendship, fellowship, special moments and trust be wiped away by three months of doubt, betrayal, acrimony, deceit and a frenzy of blind rage, harsh words and mutual suspicion. All these thoughts race through my mind as the tears silently run down my cheeks on this lonely and stormy night. My soul is deeply wounded and my spirit weeps and groans with pain. In truth my heart has been broken. Yes I too can talk about "this heart of mine". I too have a heart just like the one she often writes about in her short yet beautiful prose. And this heart of mine has been shattered into a thousand pieces.
All appears to be lost and there seems to be no longer any reason to live. Then suddenly and out of the blue I remember St. Barts. That distant Carribean island where it all began just three years ago. I remember the white sands, the deep blue sea, the peaceful and empty beaches where no other soul could be heard or seen for many miles around, the thousand stars that lit up the night, the bright and warm morning sun, the gentle breeze of the summer wind, the starch-white seagulls hovering to and fro: that was the paradise called St. Barts. It was our island. It existed for just her and I. I remember the ecstasy that we both shared there. I remember the levels of passion that we attained. I remember how our souls touched with orgasmic pleasure. I remember that refreshing "La Vie En Rose" smile from the God-sent child. That smile that filled me with joy and made me throw back my head and roar with laughter. She brought passion, hope, strength and inspiration into my life. She ushered in a refreshing wave of blissful love and proved to me that I had every reason to live. We made love on that beach over and over again and the light blue sky, the deep blue sea, the beautiful white sand, the twinkling stars and the bright yellow sun of St. Barts bore witness to our conjugal nights and our sacred union. This is a memory that I shall never forget and it is one that I shall cherish till the day that I die. The Lord may take La Vie En Rose away from me but He will never take away the joyous memories of our time together in St. Barts. Those memories alone wipe away the misery of this sad, lonely and stormy night. Those memories alone are the evidence of the love that we once shared. Those memories alone are what shall give me strength and keep me going until I find love again. Those memories alone are what will sustain me through the darkest hours of each lonely night. Those memories alone will give me the courage to move on and live my life without La Vie En Rose by my side. I love you, O God sent child. I always will. And one day we shall return to St. Barts and have one more night of making love on that beautiful beach under the light of the moon and a thousand stars.
One day we shall return to our island and enjoy one last night of unrestrained pleasure and passion where our bodies, souls and spirits will be as one again. One day we shall return to our dream and on that day we shall look into each others eyes and once again roar with laughter as if we had no care in the world and as if there were no tomorrow. I thank God for the time we shared at St. Barts and I thank Him for the three beautiful, tumultuos, tempestuos and delightful years that I spent with La Vie En Rose. She was vivacious, fresh and effervesant. She had more passion and drive than anyone that I had ever met. For her the sky was the limit and no-one could hold her down. She was wild and free. She was indeed the God-sent child.
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THEY WOUND THE SOULS THAT LOVE.
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Why yearn for a dying and decaying past when the future is brighter and better? Why ponder on the painful memories of shattered dreams when God's promise assures of a greater tomorrow? Why hold on to dashed hopes, futile aspirations and the ill-spirited when you know that they wound the souls that love? Here is wisdom- never sell yourself short and share not your love with those that secretly despise you and that do not value or appreciate your fawning affection. To continue to waste and shower your love on such hopeless souls is like casting pearls before swine and like giving dogs what is holy. The greatest curse with which any mortal can be afflicted is for him or her to be shown love by another but yet to be unable to see it, accept it, understand it and appreciate it. Such sorry souls that are so afflicted secretly hate and continously display contempt for those that truly love them. They wound the souls that love. They lack the milk of human kindness, they have no compassion and they have lost all sense of decency and humanity. Their language is deceit and their currency is betrayal.
This is a terrible affliction and it brings nothing but poverty of the spirit, turmoil and sadness. It wears the robes of sorrow. To hold on to such people is like bathing oneself in acid. It is like wallowing in the faeces of pigs and rolling in the dung of horses. It is like celebrating a dead corpse that is still walking around and dancing in the land of the living. Such an accursed and afflicted soul deserves nothing but disdain and pity and certainly not love from a true and loyal heart. Let them be far from our gates. Let them be gone with the wind. Let them be buried in the dustbin of history. Let them be labelled, "expired goods". Let them be regarded as just a mistake and part of a turbulent and distant past. It is time to move on to better and fresher things and to better and fresher people. It is time to leave the darkness, to enter the light, to fellowship wth the good and to forget the bad and the ugly. It is time to leave the dying carcasses of traitors and insensitive souls for the vultures and scavengers to devour. It is time to embrace the warmth of sensitive spirits that offer genuine love and that bring hope, prosperity and joy. It is time to look to the greater and brighter future that our God has promised and to thank Him for new friends, new lovers, new partners and new beginnings. It is time to move on for they wound the souls that love.
The past is dead, long live the future.
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DEATH IS A LEVELLER.
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Death is a leveller. I have come to the conclusion that life is far too short for us to waste our time on distractions and on inconsequential issues and people that add no value to our existence. We must drop such people and such distractions like hot potatoes and we must dump them as quickly as possible. We must cast out every rotten apple that was ever in our lives and we must live for our loved ones and for our God alone. We must let go of the venal and the accursed things that offend God and that attract His wrath. We must let everyone know their place in the scheme of things and we must let water find it's level. We must always remember that betrayal, gossip, slander, backbiting, murmuring, ingratitude and deceit are the language of slaves. The wicked shall no longer eat our bread and we must stop the slaves from eating at our table. We must not allow the terrible mistakes of yesterday and the unfortunate choices of yesteryear to affect our today and to blight our tomorrow. And finally we must always remember that treachery always kills those who initiate it.
This is wisdom.
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THE LOVE OF MONA.
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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There is no love that is as powerful and as strong as the love of Mona. It breaks down walls and shatters the gates and barriers. It heals the wounds of broken hearts and takes away the pain of crushed and shattered emotions. She touches the spirit with her warmth and soothes the soul with her gentle words. She is the eastern bride which the four winds of the earth brought forth as a gift to nature and humanity. Noble in spirit, resolute and strong. She is Mona.
From the shores of Lebanon and the hills of the Golan Heights, there is none like her. She is a gift from God: a parcel of love and kindness. A bringer of hope, new life, new love, new beginnings and spiritual renewal and resurrection. There is none like Mona. She alone takes away the pain of solitude and loneliness. She alone understands the power of pure and unadulterated love. God bless you Mona.
God bless you forever.
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FFk @ 51 !!!!
... by Nonso Chukwudebe
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Standing quietly in a land filled with diverse voices...
Is a towering tree known for its Godly choices...
With branches spread out wide and leaves always green...
Shelter from heat and harsh weather it provides the weary with a loving grin...
Countless times eliciting the envy of fellow trees who can’t understand its Source...
Countless times they roll out their bulldozers imagining its fall a must....
They imagine vain things and think David's permanent dwellings is the wilderness...
They gloat like Saul yet frightful at the awesome anointing thwarting their madness
They look on as men who're either weak, in debt or disenchanted gravitate towards this tree with a decisive mien....
They'll look on as these so-called rag-tag army become David's mighty men....
Look O ye Mountains....See with the eyes of a prophet.....
Consider his camp and cease these futile war chants and trumpets....
Don't you see Adino the Eznite lifting up his spear against eight hundred, slaying them at one time?
Are you so blind as to not see Eleazar the son of Dodo smiting the Philistines until his hands become weary and cleave unto the sword?
Or is it Shammah the son of Agee the Hararite standing in the midst of the ground defending it and slaying a great many Philistines by the Word?
The Lord placing the mark of victory in all these?
Standing quietly but assuredly is this towering 51year old tree....
Basking in the sure mercies of David whose victory was long foretold....
In a cold dark and seemingly lonely night.....
With gaits reserved only for kings and men of might...
He struts towards that throne room.....
Whilst all nature watches on in awe as this man without umbrella or broom...
This man holding tenaciously to the name of Jehovah his God...
Femi Fani-Kayode whom some would love to hate......
Gets crowned in all His majestic glory whilst their hearts quake....
And then they will come to the full knowledge encapsulated in those immortal words of old...
''Touch not my anointed and do my prophet no harm''...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A LOVER OF HUMANITY AND GREAT SAGE…
HAPPY 51st TO HE WHOSE GREATNESS WAS LONG SEALED BEFORE THE COMING AGE…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEHOVAH’S FINEST….
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A COMFORTER, LEADER, BROTHER AND FRIEND...
GOD BLESS YOU SIR....
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DESPISING THE SHAME.....A RESSURECTION DAY MESSAGE.
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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You cannot have a message without first having a mess. You cannot have a testimony without first having a test. You cannot rise to the top of the mountain without first falling to the bottom of the valley. You cannot appreciate anything that is good without first suffering deprivation and want. After the pain of the cross, Jesus had to go down into the belly of the earth and deep into the bowels of hell for three long days before he conquered death, made a public showing of the devil and the forces of darkness, spoiled the principalities and powers and gloriously rose again. If you want to go up, you must first be ready to go down. The way up is down. That is the way of the servant king and that is the the way of the Living God. If you want to be a great leader and if you really want to win, you must first be ready to humble yourself, to pay the price and to go down with all the shame and humiliation that goes with it before you finally rise again in His full glory.
So whatever it is that you are going through today, no matter how painful and no matter how hard, just know that God has a plan and that it's alright. It's alright to shed tears, it's alright to take the pain, it's alright to suffer want and deprivation, it's alright to be rejected, maligned and humiliated, it's alright to be insulted, it's alright to be framed up, it's alright to be called ugly and to be called a perpetual failure, it's alright to be sick, it's alright to be misrepresented, it's alright to be broke, it's alright to be hated, it's alright to be persecuted, it's alright to be misunderstood, it's alright to suffer temporary setbacks and defeats, it's alright to be locked up, to be beaten and to be humliated, it's alright to be deprived and to be denied, it's alright to be called a commoner, a peasant and lowly born. For no matter what comes our way or whatever ill-fortune throws in our path by the sinister orchestrations of devils and men, we must learn to have faith in our God and to despise the shame, for that is the only way to pay the price for a greater and a better tomorrow. And whatever you are going through today, count it all as joy, knowing that nothing can separate us from the love of the Lord. He makes all things beautiful in His own time and in His own way and, in your life, the counsel of Jehova alone shall stand. Christ has risen. He has conquered satan. Our ressurection has come. Happy Easter and God bless you all.
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I BEG TO DIFFER
... by Samantha N.J Iwowo
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I took a walk through your pen land
Its cerebral streets talk about a mind’s hand -
Which weaves Thinks and words into golden stanzaic hills
The central themes of Christ make them tasty soul-meals;
Lines into the master-piece “A Word To My Father”
And the words would burst from my thought’s froth -
“The pen is grossly unjust to the pen!”
Three descriptions of him the media finds so dear:
“Lawyer, politician, and erstwhile minister”
But of the writer, FKK, from the lot we really rarely hear;
The mind is the maker of the man.
So I call my pen to have its say; to undo grave omissions this day
FFK is first “a word-smith, a critic and rhyme weaver”
Only after should be appended “lawyer, politician, minister,etcetera”
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REMEMBERING MARYAM BABANGIDA
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Today is the 27th of December and it has been one year to the day since Nigeria's most beautiful, elegant and outstanding First Lady passed on. We all remember her and still mourn her. One year has passed by so quickly yet she is as celebrated today as she was many years ago and she is sorely missed by all. Her riveting beauty, impeccable taste, sheer class and refined demeanour was second to none. She was indeed a queen......our Nubian Queen. Can we ever have such a precious gem as our First Lady again? Surely not. There is only one Maryam and there can only ever be one. She is the rose of the great River Niger, the resplendant and everlasting lily in it's early morning glory. Her love, her warmth, her radiance and her encouraging smiles will speak to all resoundingly till the end of time.
She was a true Nubian of noble birth, our very own Nefertiti. Blessed were you sir to have had her as your dear wife and blessed were we as a nation to have had the honour of having her as our Queen. May her gentle soul continue to reside with the heavenly stars, may she continue to rest in perfect peace and may the great and noble legacy that she helped to build continue to go from strength to strength. The whole nation stands with you today sir and honours the memory of our First Lady. She continous to live in our hearts and minds and there she shall live forever. God bless and be with you sir and may the balm of Gilead heal your wounds and continue to give you strength. Shalom.
________________ Ffk, 2010
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THE NUBIAN QUEEN
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
______________Ffk, 2010 - Close
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What ancient powers did the beautiful Cleopatra possess that made the most powerful world rulers of her age, Julius Caesar and Mark Anthony, fall hopelessly in love with her one after the other. She was Queen of Egypt and the most precious gem of the meditarranean sea. She was an ancient goddess: the mermaid Queen of the Coast, a Princess of the Elves and Calypso, the beautiful and insatiable Greek nymph, all rolled into one immaculate body whose fine features and proportions were close to perfection. But it did not end there. Such was her beauty and her powers of seduction that she almost became Queen of the entire world by caging the hearts and trapping the souls of the rulers of the greatest power on earth of her day, the Emperors and Princes of almighty Rome. Both Julius Caesar and Mark Anthony were ultimately consummed and destroyed by their obsession for this strange, powerful, learned and extraordinary woman. Their love for her almost drove them insane. They say that only Helen of Troy, whose face launched a thousand ships, came close to her in beauty and in wit. Most important of all she was a Nubian: a dark and delightful daughter of Africa who was spawned and nurtured by the great gods of the River Nile. How I wish that I had met Cleopatra. How I wish that this Nubian Queen had lived forever.
________________ Ffk, 2010
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DAWN IN THE HEART OF AFRICA.
... by Patrice Lumumba
______________PL, 1957 - Close
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For a thousand years, you, African, suffered like beast,
Your ashes strewn to the wind that roams the desert.
Your tyrants built the lustrous, magic temples
To preserve your soul, reserve your suffering.
Barbaric right of fist and the white right to a whip,
You had the right to die, you also could weep.
On your totem they carved endless hunger, endless bonds,
And even in the cover of the woods a ghastly cruel death
Was watching, snaky, crawling to you
Like branches from the holes and heads of trees
Embraced your body and your ailing soul.
Then they put a treacherous big viper on your chest:
On your neck they laid the yoke of fire-water,
They took your sweet wife for glitter of cheap pearls,
Your incredible riches that nobody could measure.
From your hut, the tom-toms sounded into dark of night
Carrying cruel laments up mighty black rivers
About abused girls, streams of tears and blood,
About ships that sailed to countries where the little man
Wallows in an ant hill and the dollar is king,
To that damned land which they called a motherland.
There your child, your wife were ground, day and night
In a frightful, merciless mill, crushing them in dreadful pain.
You are a man like others. They preach you to believe
That good white God will reconcile all men at last.
By fire you grieved and sang the moaning songs
Of a homeless beggar that sinks at strangers' doors.
And when a craze possessed you
And your blood boiled through he night
You danced, you moaned, obsessed by father's passion.
Like furry of a storm to lyrics of a manly tune
From a thousand years of misery a strength burst out of you
In metallic voice of jazz, in uncovered outcry
That thunders through he continent like gigantic surf.
The whole world surprised , wakes up in panic
To the violent rhythm of blood, to the violent rhythm of jazz,
The white man turning pallid over this new song
That carries torch of purple through the dark of night.
The dawn is here, my brother! Dawn! Look in our faces,
A new morning breaks in our old Africa.
Ours alone will now be the land, the water, mighty rivers
Poor African surrendered for a thousand years.
Hard torches of the sun will shine for us again
They'll dry the tears in eyes and spittle on your face.
The moment when you break the chains, the heavy fetters,
The evil cruel times will go never to come again.
A free and gallant Congo will rise from black soil,
A free and gallant Congo-black blossom from black seed!
________________ PL, 1957
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WHAT GOD CANNOT NOT DO.
... by Emmanuel Ajibulu
______________EA, 2010 - Close
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Chief Femi Fani-Kayode an indefatigable icon,
Hold on to your dream, it sweetens all your nights
Brightens up your days, because dream is a compass
That shows only one aspired direction to success
Success is not the triumph over regress,
Success is the power to lift up
Success is not the money or the fame,
Success is, knowing you are still the same & relevant
Success is not the power or the pride
Success is the knowing how to hide
Success is not a gift or gain,
Success is accepting and believing in your name
Your presence is a present to the world
You're unique and one of a kind
Your life can be what you want it to be, even this time
Take the days even the new month just one at a time
Count your blessings, not your troubles
You'll make it through whatever comes along
Within you are so many answers
Understand, have courage, be strong
Our Sultan don't put limits on yourself
So many dreams are waiting to be realized,
Decisions are too important to leave to chance
Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize
Nothing wastes more energy than worrying
The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets
Don't take things too ‘‘seriously’’,
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets
Remember that a little love goes a long way
Remember that a lot . . . goes forever,
Remember that friendship is a wise investment
Life's treasures are people . . . together
Realize that it's never to late
Do ordinary things in extraordinary ways
Have health and hope and happiness
Take the time to wish upon a star.
Alas! Don’t ever forget especially . . .
For even a day . . .
How very special you are to us;
Indeed there is nothing God cannot do. Shalom!
________________ EA, 2010
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GOD GIVE US WOMEN.
... by Mary Troyer
______________MT, 2010 - Close
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God Give us women who know what it means
To pray and work behind the scenes,
Who know their God in such a way,
Who will cling to Him, let come what may.
God gives us women with hearts aflame,
Who will raise their children to be the same.
Who look to the ways of their household well,
Yet yearn for those who are headed to hell.
God give us women who will fast and pray,
For her husband and children night and day.
Whose heart is submissive in everything,
Who honors her husband, for he is her king!
God give us women who will stand the test,
Who in big or small things, will do their best.
Who know that all they say or do,
They do as they would do to You.
God give us women full of grace,
With hearts serene as they run the race.
Whose desire is not for a life of ease,
Who long the most their Master to please.
God give us women who find great delight,
In the lot that God gave them in life.
Who embrace with joy the little things,
Who fulfill their duty with a heart that sings.
God give us women with a vision clear,
Who live in reverence and Godly fear.
Who abide in Christ all through the day,
And seek to please Him in every way.
________________ MT, 2010
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OH YES, MEN DO CRY.
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
______________Ffk, 2010 - Close
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There is something that I have discovered about myself......call it a mystery if you like. Anytime my wife is close to me and around me I feel a deep sense of confidence, peace and security and all manner of blessings flow into my life. And anytime she is not I lose it all and I feel an indescribable emptiness and pain as if I am a child that is all alone in the world. It is a deep sense of internal turmoil and anguish, as if my life is about to come to an abrupt end. And when it comes upon me, sometimes I can hardly breathe and an inexplicable stream of warm tears flow quietly from my eyes and silently down my cheeks. Oh yes, men do cry, even strong-willed ones like me. Yet she is my strength. The only one that really cares. The only one who loves me for what I am, warts and all. The only one with whom I am not afraid or ashamed to share my weaknesses and failures. The only one whose calm yet strong voice and gentle whispers guide me through the cacaphony and madness of this cruel, vain, superficial and deeply hostile world. God bless my wife without whom I choose not to live.
________________ Ffk, 2010
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THE SPIRIT OF SOLIDARITY
... by Emmanuel Ajibulu
______________EA, 2010 - Close
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Solidarity means together we stand
Always ready to lending hands to
People in grief, devastation, depression, agony,
...Always there for people in distress
Even as we know it is Life’s own law,
It’s not something new
Hurricane or flood, earthquake or drought, incarceration or illness
Or the problems that people’s own hands may have wrought
Solidarity means not just grieving for others
It’s doing what we can to give help to others
It could be us tomorrow, if it’s you today
For troubles can come anybody’s way
Blessed are those who remember this fact
Blessed are those who live according to that
Irrespective of our race or colour in life
Diversity is what really gives our lives spice
Yet, despite being different, we’re all the same
Just look at the color that runs through our veins
Our hearts, our bodies, all of us feel pain
And to cry for others is to be humane
Compassion, this feeling - it runs so deep
If one part hurts, the whole body can’t sleep
Helping each other gives meaning to life
It’s the kind of goal for which we should strive
Because Life’s about more than just me and you
Let’s put in our best, there’s so much we can do
Solidarity means strength, it should be our aim
Without it humanity would be put to shame
So let’s join hands, there’s work for everyone
There’s no better way of getting things done
Chief Femi Fani-Kayode
You have set an indelible precedent in our time
You truly and genuinely shares in
What others feel...Good, bad, ugly etc
The world is proud of you,
You are a chapter in this generation
That can never be forgotten…
Go and prosper because you are destined for greatness.
________________ EA, 2010
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THE EPHEMERAL THOUGHTS OF LESSER MEN
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
______________Ffk, 2010 - Close
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As times and seasons change, so do the thoughts of mortals and lesser men. Yesterday's heroes become today's villains and today's villains become tomorrow's heroes. Men worship the powerful and mighty and those that have been blessed with good fortune yet they despise and pour scorn and contempt on those that have fallen by the wayside and those that appear to have no future and no tomorrow. Yet the bible says "rejoice not my enemy that I have fallen, for I shall rise again". It says "if the princes of this world had known they would not have crucified the Lord of glory". It says "who is he that sayest a thing and it cometh to pass when the Lord God of Hosts has commanded it not?" It says "who can lay a charge before God's elect?Is it not Christ that justifies?". What people think of others or what men call "reputation" means nothing before God. For He looks at the heart of a man and He alone knows whether that man is truly good or evil. And once He has determined to do so He will lift up that man no matter how far he has fallen and no matter how bad his "reputation" is or once was. If this were not so Saul ,the greatest persecutor and killer of believers, would not have become Paul, the greatest of all the christian Apostles. If this were not so David the murderer and adulterer and the young boy who was only fit to look after the sheep would not have become the greatest of all the Kings of Israel and "a man after God's heart," If this were not so Moses, the murderer, would not have become the father of Israel and the great Prophet of God that confronted and overcame Pharaoh, that parted the Red sea and that led the children of Israel into the Promise land. If this were not so Jacob, the thief and crooked deceiver, would not have been re-named Israel the great and would not have been a man so blessed, so loved and so favoured by the Living God. If this were not so Abraham, the liar and doubter of God's promise, would not have become the father of faith and the father of many nations.
A man with the greatest and best reputation may fall and be brought down by God tomorrow and a man with the worst reputation may rise up and be lifted up by God the very next day. It follows that one should not place too much value or reliance on "good fortune" and a "good reputation" or on the wonderful things that men say and think about you lest you may be taken by surprise when your circumstances change and your "good fortune" suddenly flies away and the very same people that you once believed loved you and who graciously bestowed on u such a "good reputation" begin to criticise, condemn, hate, persecute, villify, demonise and write u off. And by the same token NEVER underestimate or write-off another man no matter how much ill-luck fate appears to have brought his way and no matter how bad or hideous his reputation may appear to be because God may choose to suddenly restore him, favour him, use him and cause him to rule or have power over you, your family or your nation one day. Finally if you want to understand human psychology and mob mentality and if you really want to appreciate just how fickle men and women can be when it comes to loving someone one minute and hating them the next, or hating someone one minute and loving them the next, find the time to read Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar" and consider the behaviour of the Roman mob after they heard Mark Anthony's great and passionate speech.
A clear understanding of such "mob mentality" is deep wisdom indeed and with that you will learn never to trust men with their ephemeral, vain, self-serving, self-indulgent and temporary sentiments and expressions of love and hate. For like the Roman mob they often change like the wind and that without warning. That is why the bible says "cursed is the man that relies on the arm of flesh" and I would go a step further by saying "troubled is the man that worries about what other men think or say about him". It is what God thinks and says about you that matters and He alone knows the future and end of each and everyone of us. He alone sees our hearts. He alone lifts up and pulls down. He alone has the power to turn beggars into kings and to turn kings into beggars. He alone determines the seasons of life and He alone understands the deep wisdom that is captured in these few words.....that both good and bad times always eventually come to an end and that, like the flowing river and the sands of time, everyone and everything has it's time and it's season. God alone is constant. God alone is true.
________________ Ffk, 2010
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YOU CAN LEAN ON ME.
... by Stella Dimoko Korkus
__________SDK, 2010 - Close
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I look into your beautiful eyes and I see hungry pain,
I stare at your nose and see only holes that have smelt dry tears,
I see your beautiful and well sculptured hands and I marvel at how perfect they were moulded to be,how perfect everything you touch would become,gold maybe!
your voice and its melodious tune excites me to be your friend.
you can lean on me if you want,
I can give you strenght.
you can lean on me if you want
I can tell you all what you want to hear.
I may not be perfect but I will let you lean on me.
I look into your eyes and I see me,
I see my journey,i see my tears,
I see ........
Lean on me cos it never hurts when you lean on yourself!
________________ SDK, 2010
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THE LAND OF THE BLACK STAR
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
______________Ffk, 2010 - Close
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I will never forget the land of the black star. The land of the watchers and of the early morning intercessors. The land that brought me so much joy. The land of the Kente cloth. The land of "Action Church." The land where joy abounds and where peace abides. The land where the people have a different spirit and where they bear an uncanny faith in the power of the Living God. The land of kenke and fufu. The land where praising the Lord is second to none. The land where class means nothing and where character means everything.The land of my better half. The land of my children. The land of my father in the Lord. The land that I rediscovered myself and had a great encounter with the Living God. The land of my deliverance and healing.
The land of "akwaaba", where peace is cherished and love is nurtured. I love Ghana. I love the people. I love the food. I love their culture. I love their history. I love their depth. And until the day that I die I will be thankful to God and to the people of Ghana for showing me the love, the understanding and the kindness that I have never been shown or experienced anywhere else in this sad and cruel world. And just look at their history. It is a history of courage, excellence and dedication. Where great men of vision abide and where pan-Africanism was born. Ghana, my Ghana. I love you so. I miss you so. I cherish you so. May your star continue to shine and may your light never dim. God bless Ghana. God bless her forever.
________________ Ffk, 2010
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FAMILY AND FRIEND
... by Princess Omolola
______________PO, 2010 - Close
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You don't love someone because they're beautiful. They're beautiful because you love them.
Its true you don't know what you've got until its gone, but its also true you don't know what you've been missing until it arrives!!!
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
But the children you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers,
especially the blue."
FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow,
The company that we are working for could easily replace us in
a matter of days.
But the FAMILY and FRIENDS we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of
their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than
into our own family,
an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? .
________________ PO, 2010
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I'VE LEARNED
... by Magita Oluwatunmise Ademosu
___Moa, 2010 - Close
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I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. I've learned that it takes years to build up trust and only seconds to destroy it. I've learned that it's not what you have in your live, but who you have in your life that counts. I've learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes, after that, you'd better know something.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do, but to the best you can do. I've learned that it's not what happens to people, it's what they do about it. I've learned that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides. I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you'll see them. I've learned that you can keep going long after you think you can't.
I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. I've learned that there are people, who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it. I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel. I've learned that true friendship continues to grow even over the longest distance same goes for true love.
I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgive by others, sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief. I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other and just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
I've learned that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions. I've learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I've learned that no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves get farther in life. I've learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I've learned that writing, As well as talking, Can ease emotional pains. I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon. I've learned that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe. I've learned to love and be loved. I've learned.....= We're all accidental soldiers in the army of life.
________________ Moa, 2010
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A FATHER'S UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
... by Toyin Fani-Kayode
______________Tfk, 2010 - Close
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Unless you have received a fathers unconditional love, you may find it hard to give it to your own children. Unless you have been in receipt of unconditional love you may never recognise it, you'll despise it, or just malign it. Unless you have looked into the eyes of unconditional love you will fear it, hide from it or confuse it ..with something so ugly that only you can imagine. For the 'Aderogba's' of this world it is so.
Femi I thank God for the unconditional love our father rained upon you and l thank God for the favour with which our Father has clothed you. Not only have you the heart to give that same love to your own children but also a heart for the people of this nation - It is not the norm coming from the backgound you do. How many of the friends of your youth speak out for the people. May He who began a good thing in you faithfully complete it.
P.s. I thank God that unconditional love is free and does not require money.. Father love your children with the love Christ has loved you.
________________ Tfk, 2010
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HATER BY MAYA ANGELOU
... by Maya Angelou
______________MA, 2010 - Close
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A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends
all their time trying to make you look small so they can look tall.
They are very negative people to say the least. Nothing is ever good enough!
When you make your mark, you will always attract some haters...
That's why you have to be careful with whom you share
your blessings and your dreams, because some folk can't
handle seeing you blessed...
It's dangerous to be like somebody else... If God
wanted you to be like somebody else, He would have given you what He gave them! Right?
You never know what people have gone through to get what they have...
The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they don't know my story...
If the grass looks greener on the other side of the
fence, you can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too!
We've all got some haters among us!
Some people envy you because you can:
a) Have a relationship with God
b) Light up a room when you walk in
c) Start your own business
d) Tell a man / woman to hit the curb (if he / she isn't about the right thing)
e) Raise your children without both parent being in the home
Haters can't stand to see you happy.
Haters will never want to see you succeed.
Most of our haters are people who are supposed to be on our side.
How do you handle your undercover haters?
You can handle these haters by:
1. Knowing who you are & who your true friends are (VERY IMPORTANT!!)
2. Having a purpose to your life:
Purpose does not mean having a job. You can have a job and still be unfulfilled.
A purpose is having a clear sense of what God has called you to be.
Your purpose is not defined by what others think about you.
3. By remembering what you have is by divine prerogative and not human manipulation.
Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live...when its your time to leave this earth, you 'want' to be able to say, 'I've lived my life and fulfilled 'my' dreams,... Now I'm ready to go HOME!
When God gives you favor, you can tell your haters,
'Don't look at me...Look at Who is in charge of me...'
Pass this to all of your family & friends who you know
are not hating on you including the person who sent it to
you. If you don't get it back, maybe you called somebody
out! Don't worry about it, it's not your problem,
it's theirs.. Just pray for them, that their life can be as
fulfilled as yours! Watch out for Haters...BUT most of all don't
become a HATER!
'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that
a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'
________________ MA, 2010
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THE FIELDS OF HARROW
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
______________Ffk, 2010 - Close
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Forty years on, I am missing the Hill. For our time there was a great time. Our days there were great days. Days and nights so distant but never forgotten. Where are those young and strong titans of yesteryear today? Where are those that I once joined hands with and with whom I ploughed and played the fields of Harrow? Where are those with whom we promised to conquer the world together? Where is Maurice Balme, my old housemaster and latin teacher? Where are David Smith-Ryland, Nigel Cassey, Guy Sangster, Gavin Elwes, the Al Tajirs, the Narayans, Tim Espir, Feruz Bakthiar, Tim Jeffares, Lord Apsley, Basil Mavorolian, Rory Cavendish, Nick Agar, Prince Moutafian and all the other young lions and bright stars that graced Harrow with their great and noble prescence between '74 and '77?
To my eternal delight and my sheer pleasure, I managed to find a few of my old friends and brothers such as Crispin De Moubrey, Simon Astaire, Mark Pepera, William Johnston and one or two others.......but I crave deeply to hear from the others as well. And that craving comes from deep within my soul. It's been 35 long years since I last saw them all......we must not sit by and allow it to reach 40 before we meet again. And meet again we shall before our great and final call comes and then, for one last time, we shall forget the worries of this world and we shall laugh and flirt and frolick together in the fields of the Hill. I love Harrow.......I always did and I always will.
________________ Ffk, 2010
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THERE IS NONE LIKE YOU
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
______________Ffk, 2010 - Close
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There is none like you......a great soul and a beautiful spirit. In all things and in all ways you are wonderful. There is none like you. I will love you until the end of time. I will love you into eternity, with my body ,spirit and soul. I will love you through summer, winter, autumn and spring. I will love you until the day I die. There is none like you. Thank you just for being you and for always being there for me......even though I do not feel that I am worthy of you or of your love. Thank you Gina.....thank you. There is none like you.
________________ Ffk, 2010
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UMORU UMORU
... by Folasade Koiku
______________Fk, 2010 - Close
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..............................BUT WHY!!!!!!!!
Why oh why, Umoru, but why,
As I mention your name, I cannot help but sigh.
The BBC, you found time to call on your phone,
But you didn't see fit to even call home,
You didn't call Jonathan to wish him Goodluck,
You didn't call Aondoakaa to stop passing the buck,
We know you didn't run out of credit but nigh
Why oh why, Umoru, but why.
You didn't call Babalola to talk about Megawatts,
You didn't even call Dora, now how fair is that,
You didn't call Barack to talk about Farouk,
A call! you should have made, to get us off-the-hook.
But you still called the BBC, by-and-by,
Why oh why, Umoru, but why.
You didn't call Aremu, who takes you for a mumu,
You didnt call Ogbulafor, who thinks you are done for,
But the BBC you called even on your sick bed,
Although many still say, that you are brain dead,
We don't understand, why to NTA you couldn't say hi,
Why oh why, Umoru, but why.
You didn't sign the appropriation bill, we know,
Your signature was forged but David Mark says NO,
Now for 60 days we have had no head,
The most populous black nation, is blacklisted instead,
People are now wishing and praying that you die,
Why oh why, Umoru, but why.
You haven't even called Odein, to talk about petrol scarcity,
We find it quite hard, to believe you went thru the Varcity,
You have given all powers to the one called Ibori,
Now the Great Nigeria is a nation with no glory,
In spite of it all, the BBC you call,
Umoru, Umoru, see how badly you fall,
Why oh why, Umoru, but why,
The thieves are lining their pockets as the days go by,
Many are wondering if it is better you die,
Why oh why, Umoru, but why.
Have a great day.
One love!
________________ Fk, 2010
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A CRY UNTO MY LORD
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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May the Lord contend against those who contend against us. May He fight against those who fight against us. May He trouble those who seek to trouble us. May He cause the fiery darts of the evil one to fall harmlessly by our feet. May He grant us peace in our palace and prosperity in our walls.
May He cause His angels to guard us jealously night and day. May He grant us that peace which passeth all understanding. May our joy be full now and forever. May He bestow upon us His love and His mercy and may He clothe us with His favour and gird us with His blessings and power. O Lord that answereth by fire, we implore you to save our nation from those that are in power today who deny you with their arrogance and who have no fear of you. Show them O Lord that you are mighty in battle, that you cannot be resisted and that you alone rule in the affairs of men and forge the destiny of nations. In you O Lord do we put our trust: let it be so, that your name may be glorified.
________________ Ffk, 2010
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THE NATURE OF MAN
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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The greatest asset that God has given us as human beings is the gift of free will and yet the exercise of this beautiful gift represents the very weakness of our being. The fact that we have been given free will by God and that we have been afforded the luxury of making choices appears to be a wonderful thing on the surface but the truth is that nine times out of ten we human beings will always make the wrong choices simply due to our unrenewed Adamic nature and our reprobate minds. Another major weakness in our being is our inordinate desire for material things and our love of and addiction to money, power and control. This disposition represents the dark and sinister corruption that resides deep within the human soul. We use power to destroy those we hate and we use it to assist those that we love. Our love of money and quest for power and fame has deposited in us a strange spirit which supercedes and consummes everything else in us and which makes us do things that even the worst of all animals would not do to one another. The bottom line is that we are by nature more interested in the physical than the spiritual even though this should not be so.
These are the truisms about human nature that our enemy the devil takes advantage of and that he puts to maximum advantage in his war against God and humanity. All in all there is no place in this cruel world for a man or a woman that loves too much, that feels too much or that is too honest, too forthright, too gentle, too generous, too faithful and too kind. Such beautiful personalities and sensitive souls are more often than not crushed and destroyed by the very system and the very people that they choose to and insist on loving. Cruelty, self-centredness, uncharitable and wicked tendencies, envy, greed and inexplicable hatred coupled with an insatiable desire for primitive gain, power and control : that is the hallmark of humanity, that is the philosophy of the world and that is the nature of man. May God save us from one another.
________________ Ffk, 2009
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A NOTE TO UMARU - I STAND AND I FIGHT
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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The word of God is immutable and unassailable and He is faithful to keep it to the very end. If I know nothing else, this I know to be true. I know that scripture cannot be broken and that whether we live or die tomorrow is in the hands of God alone. I also know that injustice and deceit can never last and that persecution only fuels dissent. There comes a time in the life of a man when he must be a man and stand up and speak the truth, even where others are too timid and intimidated to do so. And he must do this in the knowledge that whatever the price that he may have to pay, whether it be assassination, arrest, detention, harassment, persecution, prosecution or utter destruction, he is ready to pay that price and take the glory and the honour that goes with it. By the grace of God I have today reached that point and I will bare my mind to the sickly tyrant freely. And after I have had my say I shall gallantly take my stand and with faith proclaim: let the demons of hell be invoked and conjured up and let them come forth and do their very worse, for they shall not pass and neither shall they prevail. For the word of God says "if thou shalt say in thine heart, these nations are more than I, how can I dispossess them? Thou shalt not be afraid of them but shall well remember what the Lord thy God did unto Pharaoh, and unto all of Egypt. The great temptations which thine eyes saw and the signs and the wonders, and the mighty hand and the stretched out arm, whereby the Lord thy God brought thee out. So shall the Lord thy God do unto all the people of whom thou art afraid..... thou shalt not be affrighted at them, for the Lord thy God is among you, a mighty God and terrible." And so it shall be as I stand on these holy words and boldly proclaim, o wicked tyrant, I stand and I fight against you. I stand and I fight in the name of the Living God. I stand and I fight in the name of Harrow and Cambridge. I stand and I fight in the name of Kelly and London. I stand and I fight as the son of my father. I stand and I fight as a proud and strong African. I stand and I fight as a resilient and irresistible Nigerian. I stand and I fight as a man of courage. I stand and I fight as a beautiful and irrepressible black man. I stand and I fight as a man of faith, a Christian who knows that his God is mighty and can never be defeated. We are what we believe ourselves to be. I am unbeatable, irrepressible and indestructible. I am a covenant child of the Living God, a prince of the Faith and a son of the Kingdom. My head may be bloodied but it is not bowed. I do not know the meaning of fear and I have learnt to master the affliction of pain. I do not flinch.
I stand and I fight with my whole being: with my body, with my spirit and with my soul. I stand and I fight to win and not to lose. I stand and I fight, tall and proud and by the power of the God that I serve, I shall always prevail. I stand and I fight because children of Israel are never alone. I stand and I fight because all tyrants must be resisted. I stand and I fight because God's word says "He shall cut off the spirit of princes" and “He is terrible to the kings of the earth". And so to King Ahab the sickly tyrant, I have just this to say: you can detain me, you can malign me, you can arrest me and you can misrepresent me. You can persecute me, you can subjugate me, you can lie about me and you can scatter my household and my loved ones. You can villify me, you can torment me, you can jeer at me and you can mock me. You can sack my associates, you can query my loyalists and you can cause my friends to flee the land. U can humiliate those who stand for me, you can pour scorn on those who love me, you can threaten those who speak for me and you can bribe those who work for me. You can plan, you can scheme, you can assign and you can direct and delegate destruction at my doorsteps and at my gates. You can intimidate and torment and you can use your kingly power to abuse and to destroy. You can make our destruction your eighth point agenda and you can commission your minions to ensure that it is perfected. You can do all these things yet ultimately you will fail because, like all beastly tyrants, you have forgotten the power of God in all your subterranean wickedness and in all your sinister schemes. Holding on to power at all costs? That is nothing new, Saul tried it and failed. Agag tried it and failed. Herod tried it and failed. Pharaoh tried it and failed. Sennacherub tried it and failed. Athalia tried it and failed. Nebudchadnezzar tried it and failed. Ahab tried it and failed. Haman tried it and failed. Omri tried it and failed and so did Nero and Caligula and Jezebel and countless others. For the God that stopped them is still alive and continues to rule in the affairs of men and He alone forges the destiny of nations. And in all this know one thing: that you cannot break me, you cannot kill me, you cannot defeat me and you cannot destroy me. This is because I am anointed for greatness and I am truly blessed by He who sits above the circles of the earth and by He who created all that is. The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places and yea I have a goodly heritage. My future has been established and decreed by the oracles of God. It has been inscribed in the stars and it has been written in the books of heaven. It cannot be altered or aborted by you or your invocations and spells and your wicked ways. And yet perhaps you should know another: that your end has already been decreed by the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob and it is only a matter of time before it suddenly comes. For my soul stands defiant against you. I defy you with all my being. My contempt for you is resounding, for you are nothing but sickness and weakness and failure and deceit and emptiness. You are nothing but the darkness that seeks the darkness, both you and the Amalekite foundation from which you come.
My God has spoken and on His word I stand. My spirit is lifted and it is filled with joy and strength. I stand and I fight because my victory is assured. I stand and I fight because I despise the shame. I stand and I fight because there is a greater tomorrow.. I stand and I fight because I will never bow before this beastly and deceitful tyrant. I stand and I fight because like Macbeth I must fight "until the flesh be hacked from my bones". I stand and I fight because I am who I am. I stand and I fight because I am a son of the great "I Am, That I Am". I stand and I fight because my God is "a man of war". I stand and I fight because you cannot kill a man that is already dead. I stand and I fight because I have a lioness, a daughter of Zion, who proudly stands by my side. I stand and I fight because the Lord has steeled my body, my spirit and my soul. I stand and I fight because the fewer the number, the greater the share of honour. I stand and I fight because King David stood and fought, and Gideon and Joshua and Jehu that went before him. So let the sickly tyrant rant and rave. Let him do his very worse. Let him, like Nero, play his fiddle whilst Rome burns and let him make merry in his wickedness and inglorious ways.
Let him punish the father of the nation for giving him power. Let him plot and plan both night and day. Let him invoke strange spirits, consult the stars, torture, detain, defame, destroy, charge, frame, kill and maim. Let him bomb and burn and kill his 20 million. Let him bribe the militants of the Niger-Delta and let him offer them a plagued and unsustainable amnesty. Let him "cry havoc" and let slip the horrific dogs of war. Let him break and let him crush the very spirit of the people. Let him enslave the whole of our nation and cower us all into silence and submission. Let him enshrine the words "there is none besides me" into the federal constitution. Let him turn us into cowards and quislings, let him plunge us into darkness and let him bewitch our feeble souls. Yet in all his treacheries and schemings let him know one thing, that we are not shaken and neither are we moved. For even if he were to carve up our flesh and send our dismembered limbs to the four corners of the kingdom, our God is able to put us back together again and give us life, even more abundant. And even if he can kill our weak and worldly bodies, he cannot break our spirits and neither can he take our souls. For if our God can move mountains who and what is he? If our God be for us, what can he possibly do? Our God's word says "who is he that sayest a thing and it cometh to pass when the Lord God of Hosts has commanded it not?" It says "who is he that lays a charge before God's elect, is it not Christ that justifies?" It says "whose report will you believe and to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?" It says "who can separate us from the love of the Lord?" and that "nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us".
We stand and we fight because we are indeed "more than conquerors". We stand and we fight because tin pot tyrants come and go: they are a dime a dozen, soon to be forgotten. We stand and we fight because heroes and martyrs, even if they fall in their course, will always live forever. We stand and we fight because we serve a mighty God who never fails and who will never leave us or forsake us. We stand and we fight knowing that the victory is ours. We stand and we fight for our honour, for our nation, for our women and for our children. We stand and we fight with courage, strength, defiance and joy knowing that though weeping may tarry in the night, “joy comes in the morning".
We stand and we fight because His word says "once has it been spoken and twice have we heard that all power belongs to God and the heavens do rule in the affairs of men". We stand and we fight because we have no other choice, for good will always triumph over evil and light will always overcome the darkness in the end. We stand and we fight because we fear not death, we fear not the tyrant and we fear not his gods and idols. We stand and we fight because our God will always love us and through Him and by Him our salvation is secure. We stand and we fight because we have been prepared for war. We stand and we fight because the Lord is our defence and the Holy One of Israel is our king and our God. We stand and we fight because His word boldly asks, "who is this uncircumcised Phillistine that has chosen to defy the armies of the Living God?" We stand and we fight because He goes on to affirm that "I have found David my servant and with my holy oil have I anointed him". We stand and we fight because His holy word proclaims "who art thou o mountain before Zerrubabel? Thou shalt be made a plain".
We stand and we fight because we wax strong in battle. We stand and we fight because we cannot be defeated. We stand and we fight because we are not in the hands of men but rather we are under the power of God. We stand and we fight because He is our shield, He is our glory and the lifter of our heads. We stand and we fight because He will "pour out His wrath upon the heathen that have not known Him and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon His name." Of this I am sure, that our Lord will make them like a wheel and as the stubble before the wind. As the fire burneth a wood and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire, so will He persecute them with His tempest and make them afraid with His storm. He will fill their faces with shame, that they may seek His name night and day. He will let them be confounded and troubled forever; yea He will let them be put to shame and perish that men may know that He, whose name alone is Jehova, is the most high over all the earth. So let it be and so it is and yet until then, we stand and we fight, we stand and we fight, we stand and we fight.
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MY RESPONSE TO MY FRIEND AND BROTHER AYANLOLA AYANYIMIKA
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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My friend and brother, youu have no idea how much this means to me. And you have sent it to me just at the right time. God used you to speak to me with these deeply profound words and to strengthen me and encourage me. You spoke about finding reasons to go on despite whatever challenges may come our way...... well I found those reasons long ago but ... sometimes it is very difficult to hold on to them. Sometimes it is very hard to keep hope alive and to hold on to your faith. Sometimes things get a little cloudy and people that should know better go out of their way to wound and hurt u so badly that you wonder whether it is all worth it and u begin to forget or diminish the weight and importace of those reasons. But with your beautiful words and their warmth and compassion, I can, once again, see those reasons clearly and I will hold on to them dearly. You see throughout my life the enemy has fought me. And in the last two years particularly those that have availed themselves to his usage have sought to kill me, bury me, demean me, destroy me, kill my dreams, abort my vision, scatter my loved ones, destroy those that are dear to me and humiliate me and my family before the entire world. But because Christ lives in me I am still standing and not only standing but standing tall and strong and with my head held up high. I have learnt to take the pain and to despise the shame because I know that though weeping may tarry for the night, joy comes in the morning. I despise the shame because God is with me and because He is my strength.
The bible tells us that the Lord Himself despised the shame and the pain of the cross and He paid the price only because He knew that that was what He came into this world to do, that was His calling, that was His mission and He knew the glorious prize that lay ahead. He knew the end even before the beginning and He knew that that end would be total victory and joy everlasting. He knew that God would honour His word and never forsake Him and He knew that in the end all things would be made beautiful. He knew that nothing could separate Him from the love of the Lord. He knew that no matter how many times they insulted Him, spat in His face, humiliated Him, detained Him, scoffed at Him, mocked Him, framed Him, wrongly accused Him, arrested Him or crucified Him, that in the end and in the fullness of time, He was going to win. That is why the bible tells us that had the princes of this world known they would not have crucified the Lord of glory. We are being crucified night and day and yet we have done no wrong. Yet night and day we are silent and we are as sheep being taken to the slaughter. And yet again I have no fears because for this purpose I have been specially prepared and raised by God and I know that He will see me through. Nothing and no-one can thwart His counsel.
Nothing and no-one can hold back His hand. I stand firm and I stand strong no matter what comes my way because I have seen the top of the mountain, I know the end and it doesnt matter anymore. One thing that I know and that I have learnt over the years is that God does not lie and He does not fail. I also know that He is compassionate and filled with mercy and He never forsakes His own. And because of this I learnt to stop worrying about anything, anyone and any set of circumstances that may come my way many years ago. God is, and will always be, in control. And in this matter of politics, and indeed in every other matter, His will will be done and none other. As for me I pledge to YOu this day before the Hosts of Heaven and before both the visible and the invisible that I will not let YOu down. In whichever capacity that I find myself serving my nation again and at whatever level, if that be the will of God, I will not let u down. And neither will I be intimidated by anyone or any circumstance. Your words have renewed my strength and given me new and fresh courage at a time that I was beginning to feel lonely and weary. God will bless you forever for this and each time that I am feeling a little down I shall read your words and fill myself with the love and strength that they breathe. Thank you so much. Shalom.
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A LETTER OF ENCOURAGEMENT TO CHIEF FEMI FANI-KAYODE
... by Ayanlola Ayanyimika
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Dear Sir,
I write to you as a brother, a son, a friend, and most especially a Nigerian youth.
I know about you that you’ve got greatness within you, you have the ability to do things that you can’t even begin to Imagine, you have got talents and skills that you haven’t even begin to reach out for. From Jack Nicholson’s letter, to NDUKU an African boy that he adopted: Nduku, when you die and everyone you know dies, unless you do something significant with your life, it will be as if you were never born.
These are times that we must do more than just talk, than just react in rage and the thirst for revenge, the wiliness to throw the next stone, this are time when we must do more than ask just question as if someone an give us an answer that would make us say; Oh, now I understand. These are times we must be more, do more to break this cycles of so many young people that are filled with anger, bitterness, despair and hopelessness. Our people no longer value their life’s and as a result, they don’t value anybody’s life, what is it that we can do as we begin to look at the news and our extreme situations.
We cant just afford to fold our arms and react by living in fear and cage ourselves and just talk about how bad things are thus, begin to constrict where we go and what we do and how we live, this is the time we have to be encouraged, times we have to become empowered to a sense to say, I can make a difference, I can make a positive impact, making a conscious deliberately determined effort to be positive, these are just some of the loops you’ve got to flip through. Our problem is created by people and it could be solved by people.
As you get on the track to run for the governorship position of Osun state, find those reasons that would empower you.
Why is it that you desire your goal, what are the reasons that you wont give up when life catches you on the blind side, when the messenger of misery visits you, what are you going to do, what will keep you in the game when life knocks you to the canvas?
The booster doulas that fought in the last fight is not the same one that fought Tyson. The Booster Douglas that fought Tyson had just gotten out of alcohol recovery centre, his mother had just died, his wife was ill with a terminable illness, he was considered within a bum, so when I got knocked down he had all reason to get back up because he said, he was dedicating the fight to the memory of his mother.
You’ve got to find some reasons to make you strong, reason that would make you hang in the game when time gets rough, because they re going to get rough, its going to be very challenging. Whenever we decide to grow, to go to another lever, or Vibration, all hell will break loose, everything and anything that can happen at the most possible moment will. It’s called Morphemes’ law
I’m sure you re already experience some of these turbulence, don’t be frightened by that, you just have to fasten your spiritual, psychological and mental belt because it’s an expected experience before you reach a comfortable altitude. During down moments you put it in your heart, and, that’s when you discover who you really are.
Hellooooooooo, Life is going to knock you down, people disappoint you, and that’s going to happen, when people betray you, when they lie to you and that’s going to happen, when they say, oh you can count on me and they wont show up, when you want to throw in the towel and give up, and that’s going to happen, when life collapses on you and catches you on the blind side, and you drop on you knees and it starts chocking you and you are just about denying all your dreams.
What are the reasons that you can remember that you can call on, reach on, that can make you get back up… find that reason.
When life knocks me down, I remind myself, I’m doing this because I want to make my father proud of me, I’m doing this because I want my children to have a better life than what I had, I’m doing this because all my life I’ve been told I’m a loser and that I wont make it, I’m doing this because I want to make then a liar. I believe like Frank Tuner that; the best revenge in life is massive success; I’m doing this because I want to be massively successful. And with that kind of courage, affirmation a reason to empower me, it gets me right back in my feet.
So, when you run out of money, when things don’t work out for you’ve proposed, when things happen that you don’t anticipate, what is that reason that you can think of, that can keep you strong, keep you in the game, that would be your rod and staff to comfort you, that would be your bridge over troubled waters?
Niche says; if you know the why for living, you can endure almost anyhow.
find that reason, that would make you walk by faith and not by sight, that would make you pursue your dreams, when everybody is against you , don’t believe in you anymore, particularly, people that you re doing it for, people that would benefit from it the most, people that should be number one in the encouragement club but they end up saying you can do it, they become members of the discouragement club, I know what its like, it hurts badly, how people who that you love, look you in the Face and say, FFK, why don’t you try something else, why don’t you give up.
Sir, Find those reasons to become massively successful, We believe in a more successful society, a more reliable leadership, a more sustainable government, a future we can all look forward to, a life we can afford to stake our lives and that of our children, just to see it come true, those cause, which you believe in, PLEASE, don’t give up on us… Lots of people have failed us, but with you we have high hopes because no one rises to low expectations, lay us and future generation a legacy. We so believe in you and the future of our state and our Nation. In this, we will support you. Do make us proud.
________________ AA, 2009
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A PRAYER FOR MY CAUSE
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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You are all wonderful and courageous people and the most important thing u can do for me now is to pray concerning this matter. There is nothing that God cannot do. We shall take the land and dedicate it to Him.Do not be moved by the threats and rantings of the enemy or circumstances that seem insurmountable or impossible because that is where God begins.I assure u that if we can find favour with Him and if we can have enough faith in Him, the governorship of Osun state will only be the first step to much greater things.I will never forget all of you that are listed here today and that have come out and risked all to support and identify with me publically, even in these early days when we are still facing so much persecution and so many challenges. That takes courage and dedication. God will reward you and I will never forget it. A special thanks must go to Mosy Power, Sydney and Oscar. God brought you all my way just when I needed you the most and I want you to be rest assured that He that has started this good thing in our lives is faithful to complete it. And now I commit our cause into the hands of He that is more than able. He alone has power and He gives it to whom He deems fit. We call on the name of the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob to direct our paths and bless our cause and we solemnly pledge before the world today that to Him alone will we give the glory.God bless you all. Shalom.
________________ Ffk, 2009
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WHO DARES WINS
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Power and greatness are fought for and won. They are not given but rather they are taken. And a real man must resolve in his heart that he will either be great or he must die trying. So whatever your field of endeavour, let your circumstances not deter or dissuade you or hold you down. You must rise up, stand firm and reach for the stars. Second best is not good enough for you: you must be the best and you must have the best. So be courageous and strong, despise the shame, know who you are, hold on to God's promise and soldier on regardless. Go to the war front and return with the spoils of victory, no matter what it takes and no matter what it costs you. Be a man and fear nothing. Remember, they say "who dares wins". And remember again that without any guts there is no glory. So go for the v best. Stand up and be counted. You are somebody- dare to believe it. Warriors and kings never fail: they either win or they die trying. Victory or death: that is the path of honour. That is the way of real men. There is no in between: it is either victory or death.
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THIS WALL SHALL FALL
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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It is 20 years since the fall of the Berlin wall and since the world was returned to safety and sanity. Thank God for His awesome power and for His final victory over the evil empire of communism which boastfully proclaimed that there was no God. In the same way every wall in our nation Nigeria that stands against God's counsel for our lives and for our people shall eventually fall. No matter how powerful or how untouchable, no matter how wicked and deceitful, no matter how treacherous, cowardly and self-seeking, they will surely fall. And when that time comes, that irrepressable agent of change called truth shall finally emerge and it shall make itself known to all. It is only when that happens that our people will truly be free and it is only when that occures that lasting and real change, which we so obviously and so desperately need, will come to our beleaugerd and sickly land. This season of lies, persecution, witchunting, disinformation, tribalism, incompetence, laziness, national infirmity coupled with the most vicious form of vindictiveness and pettiness will soon be gone with the wind. And when that happens, it is at that time that those that believe that they will be in power forever and those that think that they can destroy the lives and dreams of others and shatter the destiny of our great nation will know that they are not God. Those walls that have been built on deceit and whose deepest and strongest foundations are fortified by the spirit of Jezebel shall soon fall. And we shall all live to see it. The triumph of good over evil is certain. This wall shall fall. It is just a matter of time.
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A DAY TO GIVE THANKS
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Blessed be the name of the most High God, the God whose I am and the God whom I serve. Blessed be His holy name forever. His name is Jehova Shalom, Jehova Nissi, Jehova Jireh and Jehova Sharma. The heavens are His throne and the earth is His footstool: none can resist Him. The nations of the earth and their princes are as a drop in the ocean before Him. He created all that is and knows the end even before the beginning. He is high and lifted up and His train fills the temple. He is the Lord of the universe and the angels and all that is bow before Him. He is the Lord God of Hosts, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the Lion of the tribe of Judah and the Holy one of Israel. He is mighty and terrible in battle, who can resist Him? His name is Yahweh God, the Adonai, the Elohim. He is the Balm of Gilead, the Rose of Sharon, the Lily of the Valley and the Prince of Peace: He comes forth as a gentle dove and He breaks out like a consuming fire. He is the Comforter that makes all things possible: He makes a way where there seems to be no way. He is my strength, my joy and the rock of my salvation. He is the precious Lamb of God, the Giver of Life that shed His blood at Calvary. He is our Saviour Jesus Christ, the King of Kings, the Son of the Living God, the author and finisher of my faith and He that came down as God incarnate in the flesh, that died and rose again and spoiled the principalities and powers. He is my shield, my glory and the lifter of my head.
All praise, all glory and all honour be unto Him forever, for today is the day of my birth and He has blessed me with yet another year of life and delivered me from the hand of my enemies. I thank God for the gift of life, good health, peace, prosperity and joy. I thank God for my wife, my children and my loved ones. I thank God for my household, from the least to the greatest. I thank God for my friends and for my country Nigeria. I thank God for my destiny which none can alter. I thank God for my challenges, from which I have learnt so much. I thank God for my enemies for He has shamed them over and over again. I thank God for just being God and for watching over me and mine both night and day. I thank God for another year that has passed and for many many more years to come. I thank God for my friends, most especially for those that wish me well. And most important of all I thank God for and I bless this great day, the 16th day of October, itself. For on this day many years ago, He called me from eternity and brought me into this world. All glory, all honour and all praise be unto Him forever. May His counsel stand, may His will be done, may His purpose for bringing me into this world be established and may His name be glorified. He is faithful and true and so it shall be. God bless and keep us all now and forever. Shalom.
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GUARD YOUR HEART
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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They say that the only people that can really hurt you are those that you love. It therefore follows that the most important thing for anyone to do is to guard his or her heart and emotions with vigour and with wisdom. For once love is truly given, especially when it is given freely and quickly, and once emotions are deeply stirred and hearts touched at the mere whisper of a tongue, it is very rarely reciprocated or appreciated. More often than not unmerited love and unwarranted favour is treated with utter contempt and secret disdain. It is abused, scorned, taken for granted, taken advantage of, wounded, despised, betrayed, used and eventually rejected and dumped. Yet when love is truly appreciated and properly returned, it is the most precious and powerful gift in the entire universe.
Therefore seek out true love and search for it diligently and far but never give it out too easily. For it is like money: the easier it is acquired, the easier it is for it to be spent and thrown away. Yet for those that have much love to give, I urge you, please do not despair: rather save it, nurture it, cultivate it and make it whole. For one day and from somewhere the one that God has created especially for you shall surely appear. And when that day comes, as come it surely must, it is bliss and joy eternal with none, yes none, to spare.
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A PRAYER FOR FFK
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Whilst having a prayer riot into the new month I remembered you and yours and hope God grants you whatever goodness the new month has to offer you....Amen!
May God grant you powers of patience in a storm!
May God give you miracles that terminate insults in your life!
If someone! Anybody! has to fall for you a child of God to rise…then so be it!
If someone has to die to let your destiny shine… then let it be so!
Every storm brewing for your destruction…God will bring you out of it!
You shall decree a thing and so shall it be established!
In the middle of your storm God is perfecting you and will give you an answer and will promote you!
May God permanently put a song in your mouth!
Every negative weapon channelled at you shall fail for your sake…as a child of God!
Whatever storm you’re going through will not take you down…You will rise above them and you shall not fail
The lie of the devil will not stand in your life!
There must be victory in your life!!!! Amen!!!
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GOD DEFEND NIGERIA
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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However you may feel today, whether happy or sad or whether hopeful or fearful, always remember this: that our future and fate as a nation will not be determined by anyone, any group of people or any government. It will not be eclipsed, marred, moulded or forged in the darkness of deceit or in the tunnels of misfortune, bitterness and trauma. Evil and heartless men shall not have their way forever in our country for though our night may be dark and seemingly endless, the beautiful rays of the bright morning sun shall one day surely come and with it bring light, comfort, joy and peace everlasting. Our ship of state shall one day be steered not by cruel, unfeeling and insensitive hearts but by the God of Heaven and by He alone.
One day, not too far from now, our land shall be free and our soil shall breath life again. On that day summer flowers will blossom and the sound of gentle laughter shall fill the air. Therein lies our hope for a better tomorrow and there lies our path to honour, prosperity and greatness unimaginable. Our destiny and hope lies in God's sure hands and in all things, both good and bad, we must give thanks to Him and we must have faith in Him. He is worthy to be praised. He is faithful and true. He will not forget us. He will not forsake us. He truly is our shield and our glory: He surely is the lifter of our heads. We are one nation, indivisible, unbreakable and undividable under God. We may have some differences amongst ourselves but whichever side of the great divide that each and everyone of us stands, we are, every one of us, first and foremost, Nigerians and our faith, our loyalty, our hearts and our very souls must live for and pledge loyalty to the sacred soil of mother Nigeria: they must testify to the power, the beauty and the grace of our wonderful people. God bless Nigeria! God save Nigeria! God defend Nigeria! God deliver Nigeria!
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TRUE STRENGTH
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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The strength of a man resides not in his body but rather in his will and in his spirit. It cannot be measured by the size of his muscles but rather in his ability to be resilient, disciplined, courageous, honourable, longsuffering, patient, loving, kind and utterly fearless. In every situation and in all circumstances that life throws his way he is not moved or perturbed but rather he remains strong and bold, encouraging others, keeping hope alive: he is as constant as the northern star. Again true strength can only be discerned in the eyes of a man and not in his height or in the power of his arms and legs: it rests in his heart and and it is bolstered and fuelled by his faith in God. Had it been otherwise David would have been crushed by Saul and Goliath. Had it not been so Jerusalem would have fallen before Sennacherub.
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THEY WILL BOW
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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They will bow before the anointed of the Lord. They will flee before a true warrior. They will shiver at the roar of the lion. They will tremble when they hear the oracles of God. On that day they will know that there is a God in heaven who rules in the affairs of men. The Lord will go before us and make every crooked path straight. The victory is ours, now and always.
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THE LAST SONG
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Villa Love Love, Cannes, Juanes Le Paine, Nice and Super Cannes. Summer of '82 in the South of France and then on to Athens and those beautiful Greek islands. Fondest memories. Those were the days. The best days of our lives. So young, so free, so vibrant, so happy. We had the world at our feet. We were full of life. Where did all those wonderful years go? Our joy was complete. No fears. No worries. No responsibilities. No concerns. Now we are old and fading. Now our time is almost done. Now we know how cruel and hard this world can be. Now we call God night and day to shield and provide for our partners and loved ones.
Now we know what our parents went through. Now it is our children's turn to be full of joy. I will not write poems and love songs again. The world is too ugly, too harsh, too cruel for that. Too many hearts have been broken, too many souls have been betrayed and abandoned. Too much hurt is in the air. Too much want, too much poverty, too much suffering. Here I sign off forever. To all those I once loved: I was never good enough for any of you. My bed of roses are made, the show is over, the night begins. From today I sleep and I sleep forever. My queen shall continue the march of life and other kings and generals will arise.
.......wow...... wake up....... what a nightmare. Thank God. Did you think that you could get rid of me so easily? No way. Come on and give me a beautiful smile: how can I stop writing love songs when the sun still shines and when your beauty still lies radiant at my doorstep and in my heart. No. I will write and write until I am no more and you will feel and enjoy that manifest joy and abundance that still resides in my Spirit-filled soul. This is not the last song. This is just the beginning.
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MY MOST PRECIOUS
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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You are filled with God's word and His Holy Spirit. I see His light shining forth from within you. It is tangible and clear. It brings with it God's grace and mercy and the hope of abundant life and restoration. It is bright and irresistable and darkness and failure and shame and fear disappear and flee before it. You bring joy and peace and blessings and victory wherever you go and the soft and beckoning sounds of laughter and merriment follow you wherever you tread your precious feet. You smell of fresh spring flowers: the rose of sharon and the lily of the valley.
Your crown flows with God's precious oil of anointing and your body glows and shines and drips with the balm of Gilead: you bring healing and life and hope to bruised emotions and buried souls. You are, undoubtedly, my most precious jewel and one day I will clothe you in gold and adorn you with diamonds and rubies and sapphires and pearls. Your crown shall be encrusted with topaz and emeralds and your fingers and toes shall be laden with platinum and silver.
This because you have shown me love and kindness and you have chosen to have faith in me. You are my most precious jewel: you make my soul sing and at the sound of your voice my heart beat quickens and my spirit comes alive. Nothing and no-one can replace you. You are eternal to me: forever my most precious jewel. May God bless and prosper you now and always and may His holy angels guard and protect you and all that is yours both night and day.
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TENDER YOU ARE
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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You speak tenderly and tender you are. Tender is your skin and your body. Tender are your ways and your words. Tender is your touch. Tender is your beauty and your gait and your walk. Tender in every way and even more tender.
You whisper tenderly with love and depth and warmth. You love with power and passion. You speak with profundity, precision and clarity. You work and think with logic. You stand with pride. You fight with courage. You write and pray with depth and faith. You are blessed with beauty. You are the true Gueneviere : an extraordinary woman, a woman of many parts. Many love you without even knowing you. Your spirit is strong and stands tall. Your God is mighty. You can never be destroyed or defeated. You are my Esther, my Abigail, my queen, my warrior, my lover, my hero and my friend. So young, so fresh, so innocent and so free. There is none like you. Tender you are and tender you will be.
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THE POWER OF A WOMAN
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Women are a precious gift from God but there are some things that all men need to know. Women are by far the deeper and more powerful of the two sexes. No matter how strong a man thinks he is, he is like butter in the hands of a woman that he loves. It is only a woman that can carry a child for nine months and raise that child to adulthood and yet until the day that that woman dies only she will know the real father of that child. Women are more discerning than men, more calculating, more thoughtful, more spiritual, more loyal, and more disciplined and they can handle emotional pain and psychological torture far better than men. A woman can suffer trauma, deprivation, shame, sheer cruelty and beatings from a man and still stay with him simply for the sake of the children. A woman can do anything and take anything for, or from, a man that she truly loves. A woman can be the most vicious and dangerous of all God's creatures when she is hurt and scorned and when her love is not returned.
A woman in a position of power can be a dangerous thing because more often than not she is motivated by emotion and not reason or logic. If wars were to be fought by women they would never end. The greatest weapon that the devil has in his armoury are the daughters of Jezebel and Dalilah, those beautiful yet evil seducers whose mission in life is to destroy men that are called to greatness by God. The greatest weapon that God has in his arsenal are the daughters of Zion, those beautiful, wise, prayerful, discerning, prudent, patient, kind, loyal women who are faithful unto death and who are the enforcers and guardians of God's purpose in the lives of men.
A woman can kill a man that she has lived with all her life, simply because he never returned her love and a woman can kill for or die for a man who loves her and stands by her through thick and thin. If you are rich, pretend that you are poor to a woman and you will know her true nature. If you are poor, pretend that you are rich to a woman and you will know what she is really after. A woman that abandons a man when he is going through difficulties is not worth taking back when those challenges have been overcome. Beware of a woman's love, for at the slightest hurt, it can turn to hate. Women gossip and talk, yet a woman keeps deeper secrets than any man.
When a woman says "no" she actually means "maybe" and when she says "maybe" she actually means "yes". A woman that betrays or seeks to destroy, ridicule or shame her husband or lover destroys and diminishes her own spirit and wounds her own soul; not only is she not worthy of being loved by any, but she is not the material for a man of destiny, she is not of the stuff that true women are made. A great king with a great army can overrun nations and yet can be mastered and overwhelmed by the mere touch and whisperings of a loving woman. The love of Helen of Troy caused the launch of a thousand ships and the love of any woman can cause a man to slaughter. Women are a gift from God to men, but like all gifts they must be pampered, loved and given all your attention otherwise they begin to look elsewhere for such nourishment and care. Out of every specie of animal ever created by God, it is always the female gender of that animal that is the most vicious and dangerous and yet it is also the female of that specie that protects and raises the offspring in loving care.
You cannot police a woman or really know her movements for she can be the greatest deceiver: if she really wants to play, she will go ahead and play and no matter the efforts that her man makes, it is only by divine intervention that he will ever know. A woman is moved by touch whilst a man is moved by sight. A woman will die for her children and guard her home with all she has. A woman craves for security and commitment above all else and without these two she cannot truly be happy. A woman gives, a woman takes, a woman laughs, a woman cries, yet through all this only she alone knows what is really in her heart. A woman can heave and moan in the throes of orgasmic passion, yet deep down she feels nothing at all but pity and contempt for the lover that she is deceiving. A woman can lie still and say she feels nothing yet her heart trembles and races and her senses come alive and quiver deeply just at the sound and by the touch of the man that she truly desires. That is a woman for you: they can be a snare or a blessing. They can bring joy or pain. They can wound or they can heal. They are a beautiful contradiction of love and hate and we men simply cannot live without them.
A woman can only appreciate a man after she has been with another. A woman will make you feel that you are in charge yet with sweet words and with guile and cunning she silently controls everything and everyone around you. Women are the shield, the defender and the foundation of the home. Even as the man is the head, the woman is the neck without which it would fall. The greatest mistake that any man could ever make is to underestimate or treat with levity the power of a woman. For it is only a dullard or a fool that could honestly believe that he can confine a woman to having babies and to simply cooking in the kitchen. A woman is irrepressable, unbeatable,unfathomable, irresistable and unknowable and my advice to every man is to cherish her, to love her and to grant her, her hearts deepest desires. That is the secret to a woman's heart and what more is there to say, other than for us to admit that the woman is the true hero of our lives and to simply agree that we must appease and worship them and do all we can to keep those pretty smiles on their beautiful yet dangerous faces.
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THE SEVEN LESSONS FOR ABUNDANT LIFE
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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The first is that without God there is nothing and with God there is everything. The second is that if you help ten people in life count yourself lucky if one returns to say thank you and count yourself lucky if only one of the ten betrays you.
The third is that you must trust no-one because it is those that are closest to you that will hurt you the most.
The fourth is that you must never write off or despise anyone no matter how bad their situation because you don't know what they may become tomorrow. The fifth is that you cannot afford not to help your friends and you cannot afford not to fight your enemies.
The sixth is that true knowledge and insight is gained not by the best secular education or even by life's many experiences but rather it is gained by divine revelation.
The seventh and final lesson is that you must conquer your fears and no matter what you are going through, be positive, be happy and hold on to your faith in God knowing that He that created you is quietly working His purpose out for your life and He will never forsake or leave you either in this life or in the life to come. Seven is the number of perfection so let me stop there but if you can hold on to these seven home truths you will go far in life and nothing will hold you down.
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WHERE ANGELS BECKON
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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If I should die, cry not for me for angels beckon where I go. If I should die, weep not for me for it brings an end to pain afflicted. If I should die, mourn not for me for it ushers in peace eternal. If I should die hurt not for me but remember the good and dwell not on injuries past. If I should die, let tears run not but in their stead rejoice in the knowledge that believers don't die but only change address. For through Christs promise I have no fear of they that come in demon guise to carry the hapless and the hopeless to the hottest flames of hell. Through Christ's blood lies hope eternal, precious blessing and everlasting peace. If I should die, look to my loved ones and try to encourage them from time to time. If I should die, sweet memories hold, of passion, of love, of beauty and joy: not bitterness, not sadness, not regret nor hurt. Yet long life is my portion and death is far from me and neither can claim my soul or eclipse my rising star. Till my work on earth is done I shall live long and prosper, knowing and believing that I shall never see the flames of hell. To those that have gone before me, I salute their gallant souls. For to cross that line into eternity is not the end but rather the beginning of a glorious and immortal life. This is the promise of God and this I hold dear, trusting and believing that He never lies, He never fails, He never abandons and He never forsakes.
So my friends, conquer your fear of death and as the the Greek sage once said "you shall live forever". For if I should die my soul still lives and if you want to see me just wait till midnight and look up at the stars. For I shall shine brightly then even as I do now, knowing and believing that I am not alone. If I should die, remember that we once loved and that that love still holds true, waiting patiently, till the day we meet again. If I should die, I once again would see my father, my mother, my siblings, my loved ones, my ancestors, my friends and all those that went long before me. What joy that would bring when we all meet again at the feet of our Lord and our risen King. If I should die, then comes the next generation, filled with hope, with faith, with strength and with vigour. And die we must for them to grow, for we must become lesser and lesser and they greater and greater. For in them lies our hope for a better tomorrow, for if I should die I need only look back once to know that my crest, my colours, and my flag still fly high.
For after I am gone, and gone forever, my seed shall continue the race of life. And so the cycle continues for their time shall come too. But fret not, fear not, cry not and mourn not for if I should die, I shall enter Abraham's bosom, that paradise, that glory and that blessing that is God's promise. And if I should die, for those I leave behind, the word of God is true: it says ''fret not'' for He is your father and He is indeed the "father of the fatherless" . It says ''fear not'' for He is your husband and He is indeed the "husband of the widow". He will love you, He will guide you, He will protect you and He will provide for you far better than I or any other mortal could. And if I should die remember this: that it is not on the ephemeral deceit of fleeting fame, or name or treasure or power or wealth that any should stand. For on that day when death comes calling such temporal vanities shall surely flee. But stand on Christ the Rock and on Him alone and always remember that if I should die, and I die in Him, then truly I die not, but I live and reign in Him forever and ever. O death where is thy sting? O grave where is thy power?
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WHY DO YOU LOVE GOD?
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People often ask "why do you love God?" and yet the answer is simple and clear. I love God because He is God: the creator of all that is, the master of the universe and the source of all power and life. He holds the world together by the power of His word. He is high and lifted up and He alone is worthy of our praise. I love Him because He became a curse just for me. I love Him because He gave His life just for me. I love Him because He was afflicted with sickness just for me. I love Him because He was hated and became poor just for me. I love Him because He was scourged and scorned and rejected and beaten just for me. I love Him because He gave His son just for me. I love Him because He shed His blood just for me. I love Him because He suffered shame and pain and disgrace just for me. I love Him because He spoiled the principalities and powers just for me. I love Him because He rose again and conquered all just for me. I love Him because He paid the price and bought salvation just for me. I love Him because He is love itself. I love Him because He gave me hope, even in my shattered dreams. I love Him because His love for me is constant, faithful, unconditional and sure. I love Him because He is merciful and forgives me of all my sins. I love Him because He is tangible, not ephemeral and very real to me. I love Him because He accepts me just the way I am. I love Him because in spite of my weaknesses and imperfections He continues to fill me with His joy, His peace and His blessings. I love Him because He delivers me from my enemies and protects me night and day. I love Him because He gives me life and continues to preserve it.
I love Him because He leads me beside still waters and provides for me day after day. I love Him because He stills every storm and brings me to an expected end. I love Him because He annoints my head and lifts it up above my enemies. I love Him because He gives me health, he prospers me and He exalts my horn. I love Him because He enlarges my coast, He increases me and He scatters my adversaries. I love Him because His word strengthens me and continues to comfort and assure me. I love Him because He is everything to me and without Him I am nothing. I love Him because with Him I am everything and through Him I can do all things. I love Him because I know that He will never leave me or forsake me. I love Him because he has given His blessed assurance and because His Holy Spirit fights for me night and day. I love Him because He is the Lord of Hosts and He alone is faithful and true. I love Him because He is the Man of War and He is mighty and irresistable and terrible in battle. I love Him because He is the Prince of Peace who comforts and soothes and brings joy, even in the most difficult situations. I love Him because He rules the universe and He brings judgement and destruction to those who oppose Him. I love Him because the nations of this world are as a drop in the ocean to him and it's princes and kings are nothing before Him. I love Him because the earth is His footstool. I love Him because He is the Rose of Sharon, the Lily of the Valley and the Balm of Gilead . I love Him because He loves me too and He has proved it over and over again.
My love for the Lord is very real and nothing is more important and precious to me. My soul proclaims loudly both night and day that His name be blessed and blessed forever. My spirit testifies as each hour passes that Jesus is Lord both now and always. My body displays His spleandour and His glory and by Him we are beautiful and fearfully and wonderfully made. It is for these reasons and much much more that I will always love the Living God and that, like Joshua, I will forever proclaim that "as for me and my household, we shall serve the Lord" all the days of our lives and from generation to generation. May all that resides in every sphere of existence, in the universe and in every realm, love and worship and fear the Lord, for He alone is worthy of our praise.
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A TRIBUTE TO THE WARRIOR
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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The warrior is noble and strong. His resolve is firm and his commitment is total. His is to kill, to shed blood and to be killed. His is to die for his king and for a worthy cause. His is to protect and lay down his life for his faith, his nation, his people and his loved ones. What manner of men are these whose spirit speak of such valour and nobility?
Consider the ancient Spartans and the Roman warriors of old. Consider the fearsome Vikings who believed that it was a curse to die a peaceful death and that the only way to heaven was to die violently and heroically in fearsome battle. Consider the greatest of all warriors that ever lived, the noble and gallant Achilles. Consider Alexander the great who conquered the world with his sword. Consider King David, the greatest of all the kings of Israel, who was a man of blood and war and yet whom God so loved and who loved God more than any other. Consider Davids "strongmen" who stood with him through thick and thin and who fought for and protected him to the very end. Consider their gallant captain, the mighty Joab and the others, Abishai, Asahel, Eleazer, the Tachomonite, Shammah, Benaiah, Eliam, Igal and Uriah the Hittite. These were David's men: all great and valient men of war whose courage was legendary and whose loyalty to their God and their king was unflinching and unquestionable.
Consider Shaka the Zulu, Beowulf the Nordic king and William Wallace the liberator of Scotland. Consider King Henry the fifth of England who routed the French at the battle of Agincourt even though he was outnumbered by twenty to one. Consider Julius Caesar who came, who saw and who conquered. Consider the great Heracles who was a descendant of the mighty Hercules himself. Consider Samson, who slew a troop with the jaw bone of an ass and yet who fell at the touch of a woman.
Consider Gideon who slew the Midianites, Jeptha who sacrificed his own daughter, Joshua who brought down the walls of Jericho and Jehu, who drove his chariot like a madman and who slew the witch Jezebel at Jezreel and ensured that the dogs ate her flesh and licked her blood. Consider those that laid down their lives for our great and noble christian faith: Paul of Tarsus, the greatest of all the apostles, who brought the glorious gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ to the gentiles and to the wider world. Peter the disciple, who became the rock on whom the Church of God was built. Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, Moses, Samuel, Stephen, Isaiah, Elijah, Daniel, John and all the other disciples and prophets of old. For martyrs and heroes that lived and died for God are also gallant warriors who feared not death and who stood firm to the end in defence of their faith.
Consider George Washington who led his troops into battle and whose battle cry was "victory or death". Consider the charge of the light brigade, the sheer courage and discipline of the famouse 600, at the battle of Balaclava. Consider General Lee at the battle of Gettysberg, Oliver Cromwell at the battle of Nasby, Admiral Nelson at the battle of Trafalgar and King Leonides at the battle of Thermopalye. Consider Generals Marshal, Patton, Eisenhower, Rommel and MacArthur in the great battles of the Second World war. Consider Zhukov at the siege of Leningrad and his courageous exploits at the battle of Moscow. Consider Montgomery at the battle of El Alamein, De Gaulle at the siege of Paris and Chiang Kai-Shek in the war against Japan. Consider Attila the Hun, Ghengis Khan, Peter the Great, Richard the Lionheart, Salahudeen the Compassionate, Katsumoto the Samurai, Hannibal of Carthage and Hector of Troy. Consider our gallant amazons and female warriors of light, Boudica of East Anglia, Amina of Zaria, Moremi of Ife and Yaa Asantewaa of the Ashanti Kingdom. Consider Generals Foche and Hague at the battle of the Somme. Consider Custer at the battle of the Little Big Horn, the Duke of Wellington at the battle of Waterloo and Napolean Bonaparte, in his glory and power, at the battle of Marengo.
Had these great men and women all not stood their ground and had they all not played their role in our collective history, where would the world be today? They sacrificed their today so that we may have our tomorrow. They lived and died for the sake of others and asked for only one thing in return: that their names should live forever and that we should never forget their noble deeds and their worthy sacrifices. And we must not forget, nay we dare not forget, for as Martin Luther King once said "if a man is not ready to die for something, then he is not worthy of living for anything". The warrior is prepared to die for his cause. That is what makes him so noble and that is why he will always have a special place in our hearts.
May the spirit of the warrior and selfless courage fill us all and, like the true warriors that we are meant to be, when death comes may the Lord give us the strength and boldness to fearlessly look at it in the face and treat it with the contempt and disdain that it deserves, knowing that it has lost its sting and knowing that, by the power of Christ Jesus, it has been conquered and crushed forever.
And when death comes, as come it must for all, let us be men and let us die a good death, not cringing and crying like puppies, but like true warriors, fighting to the bitter end. For it is never for the warrior to ask the why: it is only for the warrior to do or die. The warrior does not vanish into the night, the warrior will not go down without a fight.
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A WORD TO MY FATHER
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Oh Lord my God, forgive me and forsake me not. You are my strength and my life and without you I am nothing. Help me and mine now for this is our time of need. Lift us up and deliver us from the many snares of our adversaries and cause our enemies to bow before us.
You are a God of peace, mercy, love and compassion and because you are with us we can shed all our fears. Oh Lord where we have offended you and where we have wronged our loved ones, forgive us and fill us with your joy, your strength, your love and your confidence once again. You are my God and will be forever and all that is mine is yours. All that I am and all that I have came from you and is dedicated to you alone. I thank you for all the wonderful things that you have done for us father and I want you to know that, no matter what, I will always love you and cherish you.
May your name be glorified by all that is in both heaven and on earth, now and forever. My earnest prayer is that your counsel stand, your will be done, your purpose be established and your name be glorified in my life, my family, my household and my nation now and always. And so shall it be. I live for you alone Lord: use me mightily and let neither me nor mine fail, fall or be ashamed.
Thank you father. You are Lord of all and may your name be glorified forever.
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REMEMBERING MACDREAMIE
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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I would have done anything for the one I once loved, for she too had her place. She too had, and will always have, a small corner of my heart. After we parted ways I saw her everywhere and in everything and I constantly asked myself "what is she doing now?" It was driving me insane and I then knew that I simply could not live without her.
Anyone that could feel my pain would have freed me and allowed me to follow my heart even if it meant death and destruction for me, for at that brief moment in time my heart belonged to Macdreamie. I was half alive and half dead without her. I wanted to live again and only she could have brought me back to life. I would have done anything just to be with her. I would have followed her to the end of the earth and sought for her at the edges of hell. I would have given up everything just for Macdreamie.
We were indeed two people in one body: tied together by love and fate and bound together in spirit and soul by an irresistible, unbreakable and irrepressible cord. I would have gladly given my life for hers, despite all her eccentricities and complexities, for true love requires sacrifice and it is patient, forgiving, longsuffering and unconditional. I would have protected and provided for her till the day that i died. I would have made her the mother of my children and she would have been my love forever: my reason for living. But this was not to be because Macdreamie suddenly passed on and now she is lost to me forever.
She is no more, yet her smiles, her charm, her joy, her confidence and her strength will remain with me forever. She was selfless and special and all that she ever wanted to do was to make those around her happy. Alas she has gone forever but wherever her precious soul rests today in the heavenlies of our universe, it is my earnest and sincere prayer that the God of all that is forgives her for her sins, that her soul finds perfect peace and that her star continues to shine brightly.
Goodbye Macdreamie, goodbye my love, goodbye forever.
________________ Ffk, 2009
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THE POWER OF HOPE
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Hope weakens the power of the enemy and it is evidence of our faith in God. Nothing pleases God more than for us to have faith in Him. Trust Him and hope in Him. He never fails. The future is ours and we will prevail.
________________ Ffk, 2009
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REACH FOR THE STARS
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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The most important thing in life is to make your mark and to be guided by God in all that you do. Let your prayer be that God's purpose for your life be established and do not settle for mediocrity but rather aspire to reach the stars.
Fight courageously to achieve your rightful place in the pantheon of greats with all its attendant power and glory and let no man silence u or put you down.
Be humble and at peace with all men of goodwill yet fear none and yield not to any. Be strong and firm in all that you do, knowing that no man and no circumstance has any power over you or over your life and no situation, not even persecution, torture, betrayal, misrepresentation, lack or even sheer envy and hatred, can separate you from the love of the Lord.
It is God alone that you must fear and it is He alone that determines the destinies of nations and the fate of men. Hold on to Him and look to Him always for others will fail you but He alone will never fail you. By Him and with His power you will always pull through,u will always overcome and u will always get to the top. How great and faithful and true He is.
Thank God that we are all His children and in Him lies our strength and our hope.
Shalom.
________________ Ffk, 2009
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TRUTH IS CONSTANT
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Truth is constant and cannot be suppressed for long. It may be held down and pinned under the waters by a forceful and ruthless hand for sometime but it can never be forever.
Sooner or later that mighty and ruthless hand will get weary and tired and it will be forced to let go of that truth which it seek to suppress.
It is at that point that the beauty of truth, the power of reason and the strength of decency shall rise up from the suppression of the waters and be made manifest to the world.
________________ Ffk, 2009
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TO REGINA, MY QUEEN, THE ONE I LOVE.
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Because it gives you joy to make others joyful, joy will never depart from your life or from your doorstep. Because you have faith in Him for a great and prosperous tomorrow, greatness and prosperity shall be your portion all the days of your life. You will never be ashamed and neither shall you ever suffer defeat or want.
Because you have dared to believe that He can take you to the top, take you to the top He shall and He will do so speedily and in the greatest style. Because you continue to faithfully call on His name and manifest His love and kindness to all those around you, He will never leave you or forsake you and He will smite down those that seek your destruction and defeat before your very eyes.
The God of all that is will surely give you a place of honour within the pantheon of greats and He will surely give u and yours the fat of the land. Most important of all He will grant you everlasting peace and crown you with His glorious salvation, that when your work on earth is done you shall go to Him in a joyous blaze of glory, honour and power.
So keep praying, keep smiling and stay confident and strong, for we shall excel and we shall prevail. Our God is not asleep but is quietly working His purpose out. He loves you and His prophecies and words for your life will surely come to pass.
Finally I just want to say thanks for being you and for being there for me. You have made such a difference in my life and I don't know where I would be without you. I will always love you. You are indeed the love of my life: my queen, my love and my strength.
God bless you and all that is yours now and forever.
Shalom.
________________ Ffk, 2008
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A TRIBUTE TO MY WIFE, REGINA: DAUGHTER OF ZION
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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O child of God, you looked into my eyes and you whispered deeply into my soul. You stirred my spirit and it leapt with joy. You touched my body and the fires began. You kissed my rose and you melted my heart. You brought me life and you prayed away death. You drove away despair and you ushered in hope. You wiped away my tears and you brought me joy. You have lived your life for me and yet you have so much to offer the world. I feel as if I am holding you back. Do you know that anywhere that you go you will flourish? Any endeavour that you set your heart to achieve, you will surely achieve. Any enterprise that you touch will meet with good success. This is because you have God's favour and annointing upon you and you are blessed. I am beginning to feel as if I am falling behind but please don't let my challenges hold you back. I leave my fate to God who has never failed me. As unworthy as I am I will never be ashamed. Yet you have the world at your feet so just go for it and make sure that you achieve your ambitions and your full potentials .I look at your vision, insight and power of creativity and I marvel.
I see your ability to deny self, to endure and to communicate with the Living God and I am as amazed as I am humbled. You simply cannot be held down or defeated by the rigours of life: you will always prevail. God brought you into my life just to show me how good and wonderful some people can be because all I have ever known, apart from you, is failure, rejection, betrayal, abuse, pain, scandal, misrepresentation and hostility. The Lord has shown me, through your shining example that the beautiful ones with kind, compassionate and generous hearts, though few, still exist in this ugly and cruel world. They are known as the true daughters of Zion, the daughters of prophecy, the warriors of the Lord whose mission in life is to bring hope to the hopeless and to effect God's plan and purpose for humanity and for this world.
They are the handmaidens of God: a scourge to the daughters of Jezebel and Dalilah, a terror to the mistresses of sorcery and witchcraft and a tormentor to the wicked one, the accuser of the brethren, the whispering serpent, Lucifer, satan, the fallen morning star himself. You are undeniably one of those beautiful daughters of Zion: the fearless and faithful vessels of joy and carriers of light and I am very proud of you. As for me, I am nothing but a simple and undeserving poet- warrior, a grateful beneficiary of God's manifold grace and wonderful blessings. Yet the God of Heaven knows that I live for Him, for you and for all my loved ones and I WILL DO ANYTHING in my power to effect His purpose in this evil world and to protect you all for as long as I live. This is because u have brought immeasurable joy to a life that has been so dented, abused and scarred by failure, betrayal, envy and hatred. This is because you chose to have faith in me when others had given up and had no hope in me."He is finished" they said and you boldly said that “no, he is not". "Leave him because he is not going anywhere again" they said and you told them, with confidence, faith and authority that "I will not and he will still go far".
May God bless you forever for those prophetic words of faith for it is indeed those simple yet powerful words that have taken me to where I am today and have kept me going, even when I had lost faith in myself. You are a blessing and one of the best things that has ever happened to me in my turbulent and complex life. May God not forsake me and may He give me the power, the opportunity, the ability and the strength to give you the very best that this world has to offer. Yet with or without me you will get the best because daughters of Zion are God's secret angels and they can never fail. You will get the best because you are the reason that the Lord has done so much for me. I am not worthy of Him or His presence but you, so perfect, so faithful and so kind are deserving of all that He has to offer both in this world and in the world to come. It is Him you need and not me. I am just a part and an aspect of what is and what will be your great and glorious life. I pray that you do not forsake or forget that "part and aspect" and that you will continue to have faith in him and not leave him behind. God bless you now and always and remember that you are destined for greatness and great you will be. I will love you forever.
________________ Ffk, 2008
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AS THE LORD LIVES
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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I will not be destroyed. I will not fail. I will not be defeated. I will not be weak. I will not be ashamed. I will not die. I will not be sick. I will not be disgraced. I will not suffer want. I will not be powerless. I will not be poor. I will not be denied. I will not loose the anointing. I will not drive away the Holy Spirit from my life, home or marriage. I will not loose my peace. I will not loose my joy. I will not loose my blessings. I will not loose my freedom. And neither will my wife or my children or any member of my household.
Every promise that the Lord has made to me and mine and every prophecy that He has pronounced through His servants concerning our future shall surely come to pass. The Lord will restore all that the enemy and his agents have stolen from us and he will strike down our enemies forever. He will utterly consume them with His fire and He will wipe them off the face of this earth.
There shall be none to remember their names and their souls shall burn in hell forever. Those of us whom they feel that they have destroyed shall rule over them and utterly shame them and theirs. Whether near or far, within or without or whether known or unknown, their end has finally come. It has already been decreed and determined. As the Lord lives so it shall be.
________________ Ffk, 2008
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FOR MY BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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Tears are flowing down my cheeks as I am writing these words because the pressure for me to succeed is so high. So many are looking up to me for strength, support and leadership that I dare not fail: My loved ones, my children and so many relations, friends and associates. Even the nation expects so much from me. Yet it is a privilege and indeed my pleasure and duty to be honoured and saddled with such a role and such great expectations. And despite my many imperfections I will not fail because my God is faithful. He has put you all under me for a reason and I thank Him for each and everyone of you each and every day. You are, each and every one, so pure, so good and so precious to me. The evil of this world will never afflict you and neither shall you suffer want or infirmity. Your joy shall know no bounds because you have shown me and mine love and kindness.
Your numerous and selfless sacrifices and prayers for me and your faith in God and in me shall speak for you at the gates all the days of your life. You shall live long, you shall prosper, you shall be fruitful and most important of all you shall continuously experience "that peace which passeth all understanding". The future is bright and our collective destiny as a family is secure. Our children and our children's children shall speak for us now and always. They shall be our pride and joy and none shall harm them. God bless you child of God and always remember that the Lord lovesyou more than life itself: and so do I. We shall prevail. Shalom..
________________ Ffk, 2008
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A PRAYER FOR THE BELIEVER
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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The Lord will guide you and protect you through this year and beyond. He will make his face to shine upon you. Your feet shall not slip and neither shall you suffer want. You shall live long and prosper and your joy shall be full. You shall not be cut short because long life is your portion. The Lord shall give you the fat of the land and a place of honour in the land. You shall increase. The Lord shall enlarge your coast and he shall exalt your horn. The seductions and evil of this world will not overwhelm you and neither will they consume you. The Lord shall guide you in all your ways and deliver you from the hands of the wicked one and his agents. You shall rise up to greater heights than you can possibly imagine and neither shall you ever suffer want, shame or defeat.
Before your very eyes you shall see the recompense of the wicked and those that seek your hurt and wish you to go astray. You will excel in your work and studies and the Lord will grant you joy everlasting. Because you have honoured Him in all your ways your days will be long and His blessing shall never depart from you. The love of God and his grace and mercy shall walk with you all the days of your life and his angels shall guard you jealously both night and day.
May God bless and keep you now and always and may this year and beyond be great in your life and in your family.
You are simply wonderful; a great blessing from a great God.
You will never be ashamed but rather like a well-watered garden, you will be fruitful and productive. You will flourish forever and neither shall your leaves ever wither. Your pockets shall never run dry for the Lord will grant you plenty and he will cause rivers to flow through your desert places.
His precious anointing and Holy Spirit shall never depart from you and his peace and favour shall cover you all the days of your life.
I soak your body, spirit and soul in the precious blood of the sprinkling;
the blood of the Holy one of Israel,
the lion of the tribe of Judah, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, son of the Living God. I commit you into the hands and power of the God of heaven and into the presence and power of he who came down as God incarnate in the flesh. May the deep mysteries of his precious blood speak for you at the gates and fight for you in every circumstance touching and concerning your life.
Go forth into the world and the new year boldly with your head held up high knowing who you are and knowing that you serve a mighty God. Because of him you are safe and sound and you cannot be defeated. Because of him everything that you set your hands to do that is in accordance with his will , shall meet with good success. Give him the praise and glory in all things and remember always that he loves you more than life itself. God bless and keep you and all that is yours now and always. We serve a mighty God so go forth into the world in his strength and in his power. Take dominion and conquer, be courageous and be strong and most important of all be thankful and be happy: for in the end he makes all things beautiful. Faithful, mighty and true, that is his name. Have a great year and may God be with you and yours now and always.
________________ Ffk, 2008
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LET COURAGE BE YOUR ARMOUR.
... by Femi Fani-Kayode
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We live in an interesting world with interesting people. We only have one life so live it to the fullest. Trust and love God, hold on to your dreams, be faithful to your convictions and do as much good as you possibly can to all those around you. Do not be arrogant or forceful but at the same time bow to no man and let none intimidate you. Know who you are and where you are in the scheme of things: you are a child of the Living God, dedicated and covenanted to Him alone even before you left your mother’s womb. He is your God and your strength, He is awesome in battle and true to His word and He will not allow you to fail, to fall or to be ashamed. He has a mission and a purpose for you in this difficult, lonely and oftentimes cruel world. The challenge is to identify that purpose and to fulfil it in a glorious way. Yet despite the ugly storms of life let your resolve be strong: to live for God and to be a blessing to all those around you. And if nothing else remember this: that He loves you, that you are very special to Him and that you are destined to succeed.
So take hold of your beautiful destiny and espouse it’s great promise to the fullest. Let it be for you as it was written in the Holy Books before the oracles of time. Let courage, truth and honour be your armour. Let praise, love and forgiveness be your banner. Let the earth, the wind, the water, the fire and all the elemental forces of the cosmos confirm your greatness and protect your precious soul. Let the Lion of the tribe of Judah watch over you. Let the Seven-fold Spirit of the Most High God defend you. Let the Holy Angels that guard the seven seas and the four corners of the universe fight for you. Let all of creation bow before you and let He that is more than able, He that sits above the circles of the earth, He that is known as Yeshua, the Son of God, the King of Kings, the Lamb of God, the Man of War, the Prince of Peace, the Blood of the Sprinkling, the Nazarene, the Comforter, the Lord of Hosts, the Ancient of Days, the Rose of Sharon, the Lily of the Valley, the Balm of Gilead, the Elohim, the Adonai, the El-Shaddai, Jehovah God, Yahweh, the Author and Finisher of our faith, be with you all the days of your life. Child of God, live long and prosper and most important of all hold your head up high, hold on to your dreams, hold on to your peace and be happy. May the God of peace show you the way and may His angels guard you and all that is yours jealously night and day.
God bless you now and forever.
________________ Ffk, 2007
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