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I have a dream

So I hit 100 posts and I went to sleep yeah? No bi so o. Between work, working on baby sister’s project, watching Scandal (and going to start Suits tonight, I barely even watch my regulars nowadays) and those that keep me awake till early hours the next morning (you know yourselves, 360 degrees side eye), I have had a full 3 weeks. At work 8:30am and might not leave till past 9pm at times, Monday to Saturday. Whew. I have suddenly developed some super woman skills I never knew I had. I have to find time to see friends, chat and all and still sleep in between all of this. And yet I haven’t broken down. You see… I am a super woman.

Back to post. Na, I aint MLK. Just got to work this morning and suddenly remembered one of the songs I sang with my school choir which was an adaptation of his speech. Well, the whole essence of this post sha and sha is that I remembered some songs and I want to share them with you. If you were fortunate to have Mrs. Amorelle Inanga or Joshua Saprong teach you music in school, I doff my hat. If unfortunately neither of them taught you BUT you attended a good school and used their music book, you try small. For those who didn’t have the fortune of being taught by either neither did they use the books or you schooled in Nigeria, I am sorry for you. You can’t be helped. Go back to your secondary school and collect change. I am sure you are one of those who like “your waist” and all the crap being sung in the music industry. Jokes people. Just glad I had a good teacher.

By the way, I hear Iyanaya served garden eggs as small chops for VIPs at his concert yesterday. Ndo o. He is just improvising. Trying to remind ya all tis Lent and as it won’t be proper to do Easter eggs now, he made do with garden eggs. Plus eating garden eggs is healthy na and economical. Compared to frying small chops.

So these three songs just came to mind. And as my dear school celebrates her 50th Anniversary later in the year, I wish somehow, everyone of us that passed through Mrs Inanga can come together and sing some of these songs.

N.B: it is coincidental that two songs talk about slavery, peace and freedom.

I have a dream

I have a dream, for all humanity

That we may know truth and dignity

That peace on earth (peace on the earth)

Becomes reality

And that one day we stand hand in hand, arm in arm

Yes I, I have a dream

A dream for all the people in the world

That peace, peace, hope and God’s freedom shall reign

Yes I, I have a dream

A dream that all nations shall celebrate

And every trace of fear would be gone

And we would join our voices in unity

And sing freedom’s song

This aint the fully song yo…

I can’t remember the title of this song so let’s just call it “Hope”.

Hope

Let my thoughts fly on wings swift and golden

Till they light on those hills so cool and restful

Fanned by breezes more tender and gentle

Than in any other land on the earth

Greet the dear banks of Jordan’s river

Those dark ruins of Zion’s fortress

Oh my homeland now distant forever

In my memory always enshrined land of my birth

Harp of gold, fateful harp of our destiny

On the willow now hanging in silence

In our hearts kindle flames of remembrance

Of the once happy days long before

Or in telling the world of our story

Strike your strings with lament and with weeping

Oh my God send our hearts upward leaping

With a song giving us hope yet once more

With a song giving hope yet once more

With a song giving hope yet once more

Giving hope yet once more.

I remember this song being played when I went to watch Carousel at the Barbican Centre and I was almost in tears. Listening to it with all the instruments and those voices was just…….. 

You’ll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm

Hold your head up high

And don’t be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm

There’s a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of the lark
Walk on, through the wind

Walk on, through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart

And you’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone
When you walk through a storm

Hold your head up high

And don’t be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm

There’s a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of the lark
Walk on, through the wind

Walk on, through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart

And you’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your hear

And you’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone

She taught me this song too…. Can I be a child again

Nostalgia!!! Need to find my flute and start playing the piano again… *sigh*

Side note: Please read and comment on this blog.

Tada

Am back

Wow…. Been a while have been here. Thanks to essays and exams but NOW, am back.

Na so January just come and in less than 7 days would be over. Freaking fast month. Oh well, all the better for me. February can like to hurry too till March. Then March- April should take chill pills. Like pause. Lol.

Glad to be back though. So many things happened while I was away. Like I said, exams and essays to write took a lot of my time, I only managed to post on 1st. Hope I wasn’t missed much.

January 10 marked a year I had this scary surgery (scary cause it went well but the entire week after, I practically wasn’t myself, I was in so much pain). I just thank God for the gift of life. This year also, I was pretty down for some time before exams. When you just feel so sick you don’t know exactly what is wrong. And the devil tried. All sorts of scary thoughts. Spent part of the day before my first paper in the hospital cause I just couldn’t get the thoughts out of my head till I found out exactly what the problem was. I sat down there waiting each time to be called in for a test (blood test, ECG, x-rays) all the while scared they might find something wrong with me. After all sorts of tests and all, it all came out clear. I was just worrying and giving the devil a chance to scare me. So I decided to walk in freedom over every sickness and thoughts the devil might bring my way because I have been set free and the price paid. Every thought brought under subjection because I have not been given the spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound mind. FREEDOM!!!!!!! Set free, loved and powerful (thanks Richard, Dave and Mark for the sermons in the past 3 weeks; word in due season).

Woke up this morning and after my devotion, something struck me. As females we have been called to be wives first and then mothers. I dunno (oh well, thanks to the new bbm smiley, I used to go idk) how that works as I am not married but I pray God would give us the grace to be able to balance our responsibilities first as wives and then as mothers (as the children would all leave the house one day and we are left alone with our husbands). God help us.

I was going to blog about the all fuel subsidy ish in Nigeria but decided against it. However, my elder sister did start one which I would like to share. Really deep things (and am not saying that cause she is my sister). Lol.

I know a lot of things has been going on behind me here, but not to worry, I would soon have your time. Thankful also, it hasn’t snowed (not talking sleet) and the temperatures haven’t gone bunkers. When I see -30 degrees in the States, one thought would just fly through my head; Ile ya (Time to go home). Can’t just imagine staying in that kinda place. Well, God knew I would be here this year, so He decided to give a warm winter. My God loves me.

Thanking God for a great month so far and praying the rest of the year gets even better and better.

Still got a paper tomorrow so please pray for me. Can’t wait for tomorrow night.

Till next time (hopefully soon), tis tada.

Cheers

NB: Ara n be ti mo fe da… lol… heard a song a while back and that part struck me.