Monday, February 8, 2016

When God cursed me

There's a church opposite my house that conduct services every day. Yes, you read right, every single day. The worst part is that the service holds in the evenings at the same time I'm doing bible study. The church is very small, really small but their loudspeaker is indirectly proportional to the size of the church. And guess the direction of the sound… straight through my window.

As outrageous as the above is, that is not the point of today's post.

Seeing the sound architecture of this church described above, it is therefore expected that I hear every single word uttered in their service, every praise and worship song, every off beat music, every prayer point and the whole sermon. Seeing as this is my current reality, I've learnt to block out the whole thing and just treat it like the noise pollution it really is. But sometimes I can't help but hear some things being said

And so it was that last Wednesday evening, doing my bible study as usual, this prayer point straight from this church loudspeaker, bypassed the word I was studying and hit my brain straight.
"Everybody say father, if I've done anything to deserve your curse, please forgive me in the name of Jesus." 
I immediately looked up, arched my back straight and stretched my ear lobes. I listened intently as the person giving the prayer point repeated it like 3 more times after which the whole congregation started praying.

I instantly became very worried. I kept screaming in my spirit “God doesn't curse people.” In my mind, I was crying for the people.

What kind of church is this? What kind of word is this? Don't people read their bibles? Doesn't the pastor/prayer warrior read his bible? Who will tell these people? Who will show this people the truth?

We are Christians. We are seated in heavenly places in Christ Jesus. We have the same authority that Christ has. All principalities and powers are under our feet where it has been since the work was finished 2000 years ago. God can't curse you because you sinned. That was the whole essence of the cross. If you have sinned, you can come to the cross, obtain the forgiveness which has already been a done deal since ages past, and go and sin no more.

God cannot curse you! In fact, the devil cannot curse you. Yes you read that right.

Can we live under curses as Christians? Yes we can.

We can live under curses due to ignorance of what has been done for us. But once you know your right and the authority that was given to you when Christ resurrected, you place yourself in the position you truly are and begin to command things the way you want them with the mind-set that you already have the victory. You are just going to enforce your right.

Let me stop here on the issue of the believer’s authority because it is deeper than this.

The main things you should know are that…

God cannot curse you. He doesn't curse his children. Don't let someone put something on you that God didn't put there.

Read your bibles abeg. Or how else would you know that someone is spewing nonsense on the altar if you are not educated in the word?

Watch the church you go to. Honestly some pastors are not educated. I have a friend who was made pastor of a parish after spending few months as a worker in that church. He's a fellow blogger so he knows what I'm talking about.

I really don't want to do this but I'm sorry I have to so that the word will get to the ears of the right people. The church I'm talking about is one of the franchised redeemed churches. Maybe someone will tell Pastor Adeboye that regular inspections need to be conducted on their franchise so their members would not leave worse than they came in the first place


Monday, February 1, 2016

If only they stayed this way forever

One of my students is mixed race

Nigerian mother, Indian Father

Her personality is like the sunshine

She lights up every environment she steps in

Always smiling

Extremely extremely extremely sanguine

She never stays down, even when you try to curb her

On Saturday, she was 45 minutes late for the class

Because her parents did not leave home on time

She was the last to come in to class

I did not interrupt the class for her, as I continued

When done with the other student, I turned to face her

She was tense and red

Her unhappiness was like a glass you could see through

My heart broke at her sadness that I took time to explain what she had missed

I continued teaching, and later stepped out of the class for bit

When I got back, she had become the sunshine again

She had done an imagery on my earrings, and nailed it

After the class, I asked

When you got to class, I noticed your face was red

Her brother responded

She was crying on our way

Why were you crying? Because you were late?

Yes. My brother made me late.

"You were crying because you were late?" I couldn't believe my ears.

Well, thank God you didn't really miss anything since you were able to catch up fast

"Yes, and I did an imagery on your earrings, and you didn't even know the object was on you."

At that point, I wished that 10 years from now, she would still remain the same.

I wish I could take her innocence and sunshine, and bottle it up

And then someday show her

This is the way you used to be

Don't let anyone tamper with it

Monday, January 25, 2016

Dangerous Sex

So one night, I unlocked my door, and walked into my room. NEPA was on their usual duty, so I shined the torch of my phone.

What did I see?

Two creations of God… having sex… in my room.

The worst part? They didn’t even flinch when I entered. My presence did not matter to them. They just carried on like no one had entered, and it was their territory.

I was so angry.

How dare they do this to me? How dare they have sex in my own room? Didn’t they know how I reacted to their colleagues trying to do the same thing by my window?

My room is a spinster’s room, and no sex… ABSOLUTELY NO SEX should go on there.

First thing I did was calm down, turned on my camera, took several pictures of them at far and close range, so I could use as evidence in case anyone ever accused me of wickedness in future.

And then in my pious rage, I took my insecticide, and sprayed them. I sprayed and sprayed in anger.

Evidence in the court of law

Then and only then did they flinch, and then they fell down from my wall.

Do you know the worst part? As they were dying, they did not disengage. They were still joined together, as they continued to have sex even in their final moments on earth.

These roaches were gangster. They would rather die together than allow anyone separate them. Well, if only humans would learn from them.

Anyway, when they get to their next life, they would warn their mates, and tell them to keep away from @ilola’s room because any sex that goes on there is a DANGEROUS SEX, and it would only lead to death

Monday, January 18, 2016

Monitoring Spirits on BBM

Happy new year my people. Thank God for seeing us through 2015. It was a great year for me, and I enjoyed the peace that surpassed all understanding. I never shook, through any storm. I never even felt any storm, lol. 2016 will be a greater year for us all in Jesus name.

If you are my friend on BBM, you would know by now that I am of strange ways when it comes to BBM updates. I might not upload a picture or status for a whole year, then update for 2 weeks, and disappear for a whole year again.

In my opinion, BBM is more personal than facebook, Instagram, blogger, and the likes. Anyone on your BBM is supposed to be closer to you than the general gbogbo ero. I have noticed that some people add you up on BBM not specifically because they want to get closer to you, but they want to have their noses all up in your business.

My BBM friends have no advantage over my blogsville friends. In fact, I say absolutely nothing on BBM, and if anyone wants to ‘monitor’ me, the best way to do it is to read my blog, of which the update would come weeks or months later, anyway.

When I first got a blackberry, I used to update status and pictures regularly, but sometime in February 2012, I stopped. I just wished the whole world would go away and leave me alone. But then, I published my first book, Antonyms of a Mirage. People started putting the picture of my book cover on their DP, in order to celebrate me. So I was shamed into coming out of hiding, so I started updating pictures again, mostly with my book cover.

By 2013 ending, I stopped again, mostly because I wanted the world to just leave me alone… again. I noticed that anytime I change my DP, people would start chatting with me. And I didn’t want to chat.
So I started updating DPs at about 1am or 2am when I wanted to go and sleep, when I know people would be too asleep to chat me up.

But then, I would wake up the next morning, and see some chats waiting for me. *sigh*

It was as if they were monitoring me. I couldn’t even upload a DP in peace. I started getting scared of uploading DPs, lol.

People would be greeting you, asking directionless questions, trying to strike up chats that go nowhere, just because you changed your DP. So I left my phone totally blank. It was time to start chatting with people who remembered me regardless of whether I change my DP and status or not.

At this time, I had started losing taste for my pictures. For over two years, I had stopped displaying my pictures, not even on my birthday. People hardly knew my birthday (which was intentional, as I took it off all social media pages), and for the people who knew, they won’t put up my picture on their DP, since mine is blank, and they get the message that I don’t want to be acknowledged. For the ones who actually go out of their way to put it up (like old time friends), I reach out to them, and tell them to take my picture down. And till now, that’s how it has been.

I don’t celebrate my birthday, anyone’s birthday, new year, new month, Christmas, Easter, Salah, trips, or anything on my DP.

So it got to a point I asked myself “why should I be afraid of uploading anything on the DP of the phone I bought with my money?”

Anyway, I am no more afraid. I have learnt that when people chat you up, you don’t have to reply immediately, you can wait till you have time. And if you don’t want to chat, you can end the conversation by giving answers that leave no room for dialogue, in a very polite manner. Eventually, people get the message, and just leave you alone.

For the past one month now, I have uploaded about 5 DPs of the quotes I make for Instagram, and the few responses have been positive, yet not intrusive. I really want people to learn from the quotes, which is why I braved up the courage to start uploading again. I think people just get the message after a while, and leave you alone.

I have been a good girl for the past one month. If BBM monitoring spirits start manifesting again, I might be forced to go back into hiding.

Is there anyone who feels my plight, or am I the only strange one here?

Monday, January 11, 2016

The Year called 2015 - My life as the Boss of all

Happy new year to all of you. How was your break. How was 2015? And what would you do differently in 2016?

2015 was a great year. I achieved almost everything I set to achieve, except one thing. I set out to live a well-balanced life this year, because I suffered burnout in 2014, and I was able to do that.

I suffered a setback in the second quarter, but it didn't get me down. The devil tried, but I dusted it and moved on. Depression is a terrible and dark thing, and I am not going down that road.

I had serious peace of mind this year. It was as if the Holy Spirit came down on me, and gave me grace to deal with things I couldn't control. I stopped seeing some things as a disadvantage, but rather, as stepping stones to greater heights.

The first half of the year was majorly me getting some necessary credentials to further my business and career. I like reading, but I don't like school book, so this took a lot of psyching for me. I put my head down, spent time, spent money (loads and loads of it), and went back to school, lol. I read (oh gosh I read my head out), cos I hate failing (you all know that), and A- or B for me is a failure (a mindet I developed in 2007). So I read and read and got board-certified as Holistic Practitioner of Trichology and Advanced Cosmetic Scientist (Two different schools).

I got awards, accolades, recoginitions, plaques, etc. I became an industry-expert.

I gave myself to my teenage students wholly. If you ever invited me to do anything on a Saturday or Sunday, and I declined, well, they are the reason. At the end of the year, I won Coordinator (Teacher) of the year in my teen's church. I honestly think it was the grace of God, cos I don't consider myself that selfless.

I did less spoken word performances than I did in 2014, but oh boy, I made more money in 2015 because my fees increased, and I turned down some performances due to clash in schedule, unavailability due to travel, etc.

I became more diplomatic and more emotionally intelligent in 2015. Teaching the new era teenager and handling about 7 leadership roles would do that to you.

I was the most conscious of my diet and my work outs this year (my mum would ask what weight I am trying to lose). No I wasn't on a weight loss goal, but an active lifestyle is my fuel, and I need to keep my energy level high.

I read only 19 books this year, the lowest I've done in a long time. It's because I kept picking this books that were bigger than the bible to read, lol, such as Les Miserables, My life by Bill Clinton, etc. I'm sure I'd do better next year. P.S: If you see a book called It's Your Time by Joel Osteen, please don't bother reading it. It's just a waste of time, with no real foundation. I have nothing against Joel Osteen o, but men, do yourself a favour and read something else.

Someone called me from UK, and started telling me things like "Nigerian economy is bad, you guys are in trouble, everything is down for you." I smiled and said "Nigerian economy might be bad, but my economy is not bad." And no, this is not motivational speaking, it is pure business sense. I will clarify to you guys in December 2016.

I rocked 2015 like a Boss

But mehn, 2016 is going to blow my mind.

This is my mantra for 2016: A LOT CAN CHANGE IN ONE YEAR.

With the guidance of the Holy Spirit, I'm going to be spending this year gunning down challenges like a gangstar (only a word artist can use Holy Spirit and gangstar boss in the same sentence, and get away with it). See my game face below, if you don't believe.

Monday, January 4, 2016

WHY 2016 WOULD BE LIKE OTHER 2015 FOR MOST PEOPLE – A different perspective

(Balancing religious intoxication with the dawning of reality)

While I don't believe in the mob mentality of New Year resolutions, new year- new me crap because I believe you don't have to wait for a new year to get your life back on track, by December 31 and January 1 of every year, I become a total snob. I basically shut myself from the world, do some serious goal scoring, pray for direction, re-evaluate things and do another set of goal-setting that would be scored at the end of the year.

This has worked for me for years. And to the people who ask how come I've been able to achieve a lot in such a little time on earth. That’s it. It's my personal brand to keep my promises to people, so I apply it to my life. I keep my promises to myself.

After returning from crossover service on Jan 1, I saw all the BBM updates on my year of divine manifestation, taking territories, etc., just like it is every year. The social media frenzy was so much that I did a double take, just like I do every year.

Yet, just like every year, with the millions of declarations generated from billions of Nigerian churches, nothing really ever changes for most people. The spiritual high eventually faded away sometime between 2nd of January and 14th of February. So how do we balance New Year religious intoxication with reality?

1. Be specific and practical. In all our religious brouhaha, we like to throw around big vague terms that make us feel spiritual and holy, but we know they are just words. We say this is my year of divine manifestation, I’m soaring on eagle’s wings, this is my year of taking territories.
What is divine manifestation, soaring higher, next level, taking territories? These are powerful words that can change people's lives, and at the same time, be a gold vessel of emptiness in the lives of others. When you hear such words, don't just 'key into it'. Personalise it. Ask yourself 'what does it mean to me?' How does it apply to my life?

Divine promotion to a vulcanizer means that your brand new tire should tear on the way. The more torn tires, the more promotion for him. While divine promotion to you means on your way to that life-changing meeting, nothing must happen to your tire.

If promotion is every year at your place of work, and you get promoted once this year, just like everyone else, is that really divine? What exactly do you need to happen for you to ascertain that indeed, you have been divinely promoted? Be specific and write it down .

Before you start screaming “I’m taking territories,” What does taking territories mean to you? I'm sure you are not thinking of using a time machine to travel back in time to join the Israelites and fight alongside Joshua. So you need to be specific to your own situation. What does a territory mean to you? How are you going to take territories?

Does it mean you are going to buy more physical territories (land) this year? Or does it mean you are taking market place industries?

Who are you taking in the territory from? The devil or another human being

If it is the devil, have you been practicing using the armour of God? How many scriptures can you fight with if the devil hits you unawares this very second?

If it is another man's territory, how are you going to take it? Will you steal it from him? Or worse, will you kill him like they did in the Old Testament?

Or will you follow the rules of wealth-transference by providing services to him, which you have now become an expert at and they have no choice but to come to you?

What exactly does taking territories mean to you? Be specific and write it down. Don't just be using vague religious clich├ęs, because it was declared in church.

2. Watch your tongue
Nigerians take first position when it comes to idle and careless talk. I heard we are the most prayerful nation, so it's such an irony that we have the most caustic tongue on social media and in real life
"The economy is bad, Nigeria is doomed, Buhari is a terrible leader, there's no hope, pastors are just fetish and corrupt...

KEEP QUIET! Seriously, if there’s ever any year to shut up, this is the year

I shake my head at the intensity of some people's words. After you have used all your might to receive prophesy, you use your tongue to destroy what God wants to do.  Your mouth would follow the direction of your tongue. Run away from idle babbles, and steer-off social media beer parlour discussions.

It's not compulsory to talk on social media. I had 14 posts (not links) on Facebook last year, but it looked to the whole world like I had about 200 posts because the very few posts gathered steam. It is intentional. The posts (whether video or text) were carved intentionally to be positive and project something. For this reason, I’m impressed when people say “we always see you on Facebook” considering that I was hardly on Facebook.

If you don't have any good thing to say about your situation or that of the country, don’t say anything. The wise people are the ones who have been able to create success by their choice of words. BE WISE so that you won't sing the same song by the end of the year

3. Irrespective of prophesies and annual church declarations, your year would not be different if you don't start taking actions.

After prophesying and declaring, if you resume Monday morning, doing the same thing you did last year, I can assure you that you would be singing the same song you sang at the end of 2015 when 2016 comes to an end. And then you'd be anxiously waiting for 2017 to come, so you can make the same old mistakes

I won't talk of goal setting, goal scoring, SMART rules, vision boards (these are the tools I use, anchored on scriptures and revelations), etc. because the purpose of this post isn't really to tell you how to achieve your goals in 2016.

It is to let you know that in all your New Year intoxication, due to the fact that a new year has magically turned you a walking-on-water superman, just because your pastor prophesied and the annual church declaration has been released, it is really you and your actions that would make the change in the end.

Monday, December 28, 2015

Who trains the woman? Parents or Marriage?

A friend of mine told me something about how somebody she had to work with was very difficult to get along with. She said she always liked to have her way, etc. Seeing, I had no solution to offer, I said “don’t worry she will change. She has no choice. Once she gets married, she will learn.”

Some weeks later, I remembered what I said, and pointed guilty fingers at myself for making such a statement.

Why do people always wait for marriage to teach their female wards some lessons?

Let me explain better. You have a daughter/sister/friend who has a very bad character flaw, one so bad that you know that it might hinder her in some areas in future. Instead of you to correct that character flaw, you leave it to fester because “marriage will teach her. Marriage will mellow her. Her husband will teach her real sense… etc”

We therefore bring up severely flawed ladies, unleash them to the claws of marriage to do what the parents couldn’t succeed in doing.

Yorubas even have a proverb for it “Ile oko, Ile eko.” Meaning “Husband’s house is training house.”
Sometimes, it is really bad, as the character flaw that wasn’t corrected makes the marriage unbearable for both parties, and things go south.

Someone told me a true story of this Igbo man...

His daughter brought a man home, saying they wanted to get married. The man refused to allow his daughter marry her suitor. She pleaded with him. He refused. She said they had both prayed. The suitor kept telling the man that the lady was God’s will for him. The man told the suitor that “my daughter is not your wife. Go and find your wife. This girl is not yours.” They called family members, friends, church members, etc. to plead with him, but he refused to budge.

The couple had no choice but to go their separate ways.

Two years later, the daughter brought another man home, who wanted to marry her. Without any stress, her father gave his blessing. Everyone was shocked, as they had started planning how they would have to beg the man to allow his daughter go.

The daughter later went to meet her father in confusion, stating how she didn’t understand her father. She said two years ago, she brought home a very good guy who was every girl’s dream, and he said no. And now, he didn’t even raise any objections. She asked why he didn’t like that other guy enough to allow them get married.

The man’s response…

He said he really liked the guy she brought home 2 years ago, that he was a great guy really in love with his daughter. But his daughter was not a great person, which is why he doubted the whole “God’s will for me is your daughter.” He said his daughter could not keep a home, maintain a kitchen, or raise a family. Her head was too out there, and had absolutely no home-making skills. He said their marriage would have been a disaster, and he didn’t want to do such an injustice to the man. He said he had watched her for the past two years, that ever since she was denied her first marriage, she had calmed down, and started learning basic home-training skills, and was much more better as a person. This is why he did not hesitate when she brought the second guy, because she was now ready for marriage.

His reaction had nothing to do with the men she brought, but his daughter as a person.

This is a true life story.

I really respected the father in this story. Many parents would have been eager to unleash their ill-mannered daughters on such an unsuspecting young man, so she could go and complete her home-training in marriage. But this man was wiser.

I think this is how it should be. Well-rounded girls, and well-brought up men coming together to become and raise a family. That way, marriages have a chance of lasting longer, and they wouldn’t be dysfunctional.

Monday, December 21, 2015

How I ruined my friend's relationship

 Before I go on to talk about today's post, let me just quickly state that I had serious fun in church this weekend. It was our Christmas ball and after party. And I had the enormous task of organising this event of the year. It was quite tasking, but I thank God we scaled through. So this is 0.1% of how it went down below.

There was a time I used to dance practically everyday, because of rehearsals and ministrations. Even that's no more my life, I have decided that I would never let growing up take my dance away. Now, unto today's post.

A former classmate of mine added me up on BBM, and I’ve never chatted with him since he added me up. We used to be on very friendly terms when we just got into school, but later fizzled into mere acquaintances as life went by.

I’m in the gisting mood, so I would tell you what I did.

I met him through another classmate of mine, and he seemed like a really cool and fun guy. We used to gist well whenever we met, and that was all. I had a friend who I used to go and see regularly in my hall. My friend had a roommate who was in 400 level. Due to the fact that I used to spend a lot of time with my friend (who in reality, was my friend’s friend’s girlfriend, and all of us just used to camp there and gist), this 400 level lady became my friend too. This 400 level lady was very smallish (like me) and nice. She looked very young.

Anyway, one day, I went to see my friend, and saw my male classmate in her room. He was a visitor of the 400 level lady.

Lemme take a quick break here, and give you his profile. He is absolutely what you would call tall, dark, and handsome. When you see him, you know you have seen a guy who’s physically an eye-catcher…

Until he opens his mouth.

He’s someone who just talks anyhow, which is why we grew apart in friendship, also a wide gap in moral values.

So back to the story, I saw him in my friend’s room, and gisted with him (we were still friends at this time). He told me he came to see the lady in 400 level.

From that day, I started seeing them together very regularly in different places around school. He, the tall, dark, handsome, and eye-catching. She, the petite, portable and cute one. Although she was far older than him, I began to suspect that she didn’t know. You could see love written all over her face for the guy. The guy was being sneaky, and that’s when I started to sort of dislike him.

What happened next, I can’t really remember, which is very strange because I have a very good memory. So I am going to give you the two versions.

Version 1
I went to my friend’s room, and met the 400 level lady who had now become my friend. She was alone in the room. We got talking, and I asked her if TDH was her boyfriend. She said yes. I asked her why she, a 400 level lady would be in a relationship with a guy in 100 level.

Version 2
I went to my friend’s room, and met the 400 level lady who had now become my friend. She was alone in the room. We got talking. She asked me how I got to become friend with her boyfriend. I told her he’s my classmate, and I asked her why she, a 400 level lady would be in a relationship with a guy in 100 level.

I think version 1 is really it, because I so wanted to divulge this guy’s secret. I can’t remember which one really happened, but the outcome was the same.

She seemed shocked. She could hardly breathe. She kept asking me “Are you sure, are you sure?” I said yes of course. She said “maybe he has a carry over? He told me he’s in 300 level.” I said nooo, we are in the same class. He’s in 100 level.

She kept asking me if I was sure, and I was very happy to slap her back to reality with my assurances. (don’t blame me, I had just crossed over from the age of 15-16 years old, lol).

She started crying, and I started disliking the guy more. After a while, I left.

Some days/weeks later, I saw him. He asked me if I told the girl that he’s in 100 level. He said the girl told him that someone revealed it to her, and he’s suspecting me.

I told him the girl and I got talking, and she asked me. So I told her. I said I didn’t know he lied to her in the first place, so there’s no way I could have covered up for him.

So I said “you sef, why did you lie to her? What are you doing with a lady in 300 level?”

He started giving me incoherent answers and smiling sheepishly, saying I shouldn’t have told her bla bla.

In my 16 year old mind, I did the right thing, and I was proud of it. The guy was a player, and a 400 level lady was just one of his trophies to win, as a jambite. The way she was crying, I suspected she might have slept with him already, and she was regretting that “what a waste?”

Anyway, that’s the end of my gist. I’m sure my older self would handle the situation differently. But I’m still glad I did what I did.

Monday, December 14, 2015

Did I go overboard with my comment?

So someone anonymous dropped that comment on my blog post, and that was my response to the person.

When I got the comment in my phone, I was first taken aback. I found it had to believe that someone who decide to spam a blog on behalf of RCCG? I doubt their pastor or planning committee asked them to do this? 

My initial reaction was to delete the comment, as I do to any spam comment that has the luxury of bypassing blogger filter. But I decided to leave it for the world to see, so we can all learn that this is not cool.

I understand it when Ikemba is spamming my blog for how to get a bigger manhood, and that babalawo guy that keeps disturbing us to come and prepare love potions for our runaway lover. But when Christians begin to do this under the ANONYMOUS identity, it says a lot about us. Or is the end game not to get poeple to give their lives to Christ again?

If we don't present ourselves as the light of the world, in this barrage of darkness, then what exactly are we doing as Christians?

Please weigh in. Did I go overboard? What are you thoughts on Christian spamming blogs for their events?

Monday, December 7, 2015

New York, through the lens of Atilola

Continued from last week

Let's delve straight in, so as to prevent a lengthy post. I started my days in New York by hanging out with a past colleague of mine, who had come from Pennsylvania to see me. I felt like a celeb, lol. Unfortunately, his wife couldn't make it as she was about to put to bed.

We started by going to a Vietnamese restaurant. The food was good, and the dessert was out of this world.

And from there, we proceeded to the number 1 museum in the world, Metropolitan Museum of Art. I've been to the British museum before, but it was nothing compared to what we saw. You have to come for months in and out before you can exhaust their art. There was just so much to see. I took over 100 pictures, but enjoy the few below.

The art frpm Oceania was so beautiful, and very similar to African art.

We moved to the African art section, and it was basically empty. No one there at all, so sad. There were a lot of Nigeria art there.

Ijebu kingdom representing.

Aren't these carved-upon elephant tusks beautiful?

Our Bini chiefs

Apart from a guy and a lady who squeezed their face at some art work in disgust, and ran out quickly, this painter was the only person we saw in the African art section, even though we were there for quite some time.

She was drawing the figure below. Do you think she's getting it? I think she's doing a great job.

And then we moved to the Egyptian section, and I almost felt like crying. The place was packed, as in paaackkked. People queuing to take pictures with the sphynx and Egyptian mummies.

Egyptian mummies.

There's a dead man in there. Are you scared yet? Lol
 We then moved to the European section, featuring several eras of war.

This was the actual war suit of the oga pata pata, lol.
 Swords out, guns in...

The Japanese Samurai gear

If the samurai sword below should hit you ehn, say bye to the world.

After about 4 hours of picture taking, we called it a night. My friend went back to Pennsylvania, and I went to Staten Island.

The next day was Sunday, so I went to Hillsong at Times Square. The church was so chilled and relaxed that I wondered what the fuss was with us in Nigeria. And their worship is on another level. We all know that Hillsong is known for good worship albums from times past, and this legacy cuts across all their churches. After church, which closed by 2.00pm, did some runs at Time Square, and went back home.

The next day, I headed straight to Wall Street.

George Washington

New York Stock Exchange
 And then went to the 9/11 memorial centre. It is basically where the former world trade centres were standing before they were taken down by Al-Qaeda. They now have two gigantc pools there, with the names of the dead carved into the iron barricades around it. Seeing those names really touched me, and caused me to realise that real human beings actually died here, not just statistics.

Some of the dead

Believe it or not, I was trying to take s selfie.

They have rebuilt one of the twin towers just opposite where the former ones stood, and they are in the process of building the second one. This goes to show that no matter how the enemy comes at you, and takes you down to your knees, you can get back up again.

The new world trade centre.

Finally got one selfie, lol
 After some more struggles, I gave my camera to someone, and just asked him to take my picture, which he was very happy to do. Took the pictures, went to 34th street to do some runs, and went back home.

The next day, I was on 34th street again. Buying things makes me very tired and dizzy, and I don't like shopping, but I had to keep going everyday cos our able president put a cap on daily spending outside Nigeria. It was so tiring.

On Wednesay, I had the time of my life watching veteran's day parade. Read my caption below, to see how I was awed by the Veterans Day, and the amount of devotion given to veterans. No wonder these people give their lives for their country.

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The veterans from Iraq and Afghanistan were something else. They were the most vibrant, youngest (about mid-twenties to mid-thirties), loudest (they were screaming like mad), and flamboyant. Although they didn't match, they came full force, with their biker gangs, etc. We had so much love for the Vietnam veterans too. They were more sober, due to their age.

American Bombshells paying tribute

Black Cowboys of America

The parades by high schools and universities were the most enjoyable. They came out drumline-style, and with very danceable beats.

The Chinese

The Fencers

I took pictures and videos till my phone got full, and couldn't handle it anymore. After 4 hours of parade watching, it came to an end, and I went back 34th street, did some more runs, and went home.

The next day, I went to Grand Central Terminal, took few pictures, and left. My phone did not do justice to the beauty and grandness of the place.

Grand Central Terminal
 The next day, I was off to Central Park. This is one place I would like to come and hang out with a loved one. It is a sin to go to placed like this alone, lol. It was full of tourists from all over the world. People kept looking at me strangely at the entrance. I don't know if it was because I was alone, or because I was black (I was the only black tourist there). It is the biggest park I have ever been to, and I will still return there in future, by the grace of God.

 I saw crowd gathered at a place, and went there. It was some black entertainers, entertaining for money. They were really funny and skilled at what they do, which is basically comedy, stunts, etc.

If by now, from the previous to this, you haven't realised that I travelled with just one shoe, we need to get you a pair of glasses, lol.

And then I went to 34th street as usual, did some more runs, and took a picture of Empire State Building which I basically pass everyday, but didn't know.

Empire State Building
 Finally, I got a bit good at taking a selfie, lol.

I am about to disappoint you, because the next day was my last major day as a tourist, and I had already booked a show on Broadway. I watched The Phantom of the Opera. It was Ahmaaazzziiinnngg, and I would watch it again, along with Les Miserables. It was great, but expensive sha.

Unfortunately, you cannot use electronic devices while the show is going on, so I don't have pictures of that for you. I took the picture below when we were on break from the show.

And I took this one below when the show was over, and the cast came out, bowed, and talked to us.

Farewell to New York.

The next day, I went to church, Hillsong at Union Square, which was another great experience, then ran home and started getting ready to leave.

In summary, it was great. I am a frequent traveller, and I make sure I travel once a year, in the worst case. Last year alone, I went to 5 countries. I usually just hang out with family and friends, and do basically nothing. But this trip was really great for me because I was FORCED to go out. The downside is that it has been my most expensive.

And this is why I cannot be POOR. When I left Broadway, I just kept telling myself that I needed to be more hardworking. I can't be poor and unexposed. Naaahhh.

Now, it is time for me to keep my head down and work hard. Life, I am coming for you.

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