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The boy in the rain

You could see the joy. Visible. The happiness. The eagerness to get to school on his face. Roughly 7. Maybe 8 years old. Riding his bicycle. Maybe it is a new one. Who knows? Carefully. Without worry. For him life is beautiful. It is Monday. A new week, new day, back at school. As he carefully went over the speed bumps by the toll gate. Out. Back on the express way. Staying clear of cars and buses. It seemed all is well in his world. Except he is riding to school. In the rain. With no safety gear. No rain coat. No guardian or parent to accompany him to school. In his school uniform, white socks and brown sandals. Back pack properly strapped. He journeyed on.

In the rain. My heart cut. Here is a young boy. Dangers all around. Yet he seemed oblivious to all. Trying to make his way to school. Here is a young boy. Whose parents might have saved to get him a bicycle and pay his fees. Here is a young boy who would become a man soon. A future leader (as we like to say). As I drove on in traffic watching this boy, keeping so far from cars, my heart cut. I couldn’t help but think of the many dangers he faces everyday getting to school. Cars, buses, okadas, soliders and policemen who seem not to know you turn your gun face down, Julius Berger and the Hitech trailers. Even worse, on days like this… the rain. The fact that in a bid to get an education, this young boy stood the risk of coming down with a cold. Maybe pneumonia.

I thought about a lot of things. Poverty in our land. The uncertainties. Crisis. I thought about my children. The kind of life I want them to live. Do I want them to live in Nigeria I wondered. I thought about the future. I am scared. Which way Nigeria I asked.

I thought about my childhood. The privileged life. Been dropped and picked up from school every day among others. Here was a boy (and many many many others) who might never experience that kind of life. The good life we call it. I felt sad.

More than 12 hours later, I still remember this little boy. Teary eyed, I watched on till he got out of sight, a boy who despite the challenges, he was all so eager to get to school; Looking on cheerfully as he rode. Not gonna forget him in a hurry. Tears still well up even as I type. Pity, sadness and joy. Sadness at what can befall this dude at anytime. I remember the Chibok girls. Sorrow at the kind of pain and challenges he has to live through at this age. Joy at the fact that he wants to get educated. You should see his eyes. Carefree and definitely happy to be on his way to school.

The boy in the pink checkered shirt and green shorts.

I heard this song some weeks back and just never paid attention to it. Till I heard it again at TT & BT’s wedding on Saturday. Somebody help me. It has been on replay since Saturday. Number 1 jam at the moment. Shout out to TT & BT (TT when you get to read this – I know you would). Lovely gown you wore. I am a sucker for simple yet elegant wedding gowns. *le sigh*. And thanks for giving me my new jam. God bless your union.

Couldn’t find the official video. I guess this would do

After all you sought me out….

I heard a story of a woman (Mrs. A) a while back who got into an argument with her husband and dear husband in the course of the fight made the statement “after all you sought me out”. Let’s break it down. As a single woman, Mrs. A saw a guy she liked and made the first move. Get his details and contacts him. After a while they get talking, one thing leads to another and they get married. Years on, husband decides to remind her no bi him do the chasing (as I would like to call making the first move). We can go on about how nobody forced him to marry her but…..

Now forgive me as this is my opinion. I am a “I want to be properly chased (insert wooed, courted) woman”. I am a “let the man be the man and make the first move” woman. I have been all my life and somehow Mrs. A story just made me all the more that kind of woman. However, I see and hear a lot of women make the first move/contact and am thinking what has this world turned to? Last I checked, it was the man’s job to find abi? So every time I hear someone tell me “if you like him/want him, make the first move, if you wait someone else would take him” yada yana, I just stay there thinking. Oh a lot of times I hear people tell me not to slack and go ahead jere. After all, the world is more liberal. Don’t be a slacker I hear. Mostly feel like pulling the girl’s ears and shouting “let him be the man”. Let’s be clear, I aint saying if you like a man and he likes you form (ok yeah, form a bit but not for too long) But let HIM BLADY MAKE THE FIRST MOVE. That’s just me ba?

I recently had a friend buzz me. A former colleague of hers says he wants to get married and needs a decent girl (I seem to be getting that a lot these days). Like a group of friends just sat somewhere and have decided “if she won’t get a man, we would get one for her”. Anywayz, according to my friend “I don’t know why my mind went to you”. Trust me in less than a minute, my emotions ranged from anger to wanting to give her a piece of my mind (as we often say) to just ignoring that statement. She wanted me to “consider him” as he had been on her neck to get him a wife. How does this relate to making the first move? I had asked her to give me till last night cuz frankly though I had my answer I didn’t want to be accused of being too hard or tough or not open minded. She buzzes again last night and from our conversation, she wants me to make the first move. YEPA!!!!! Gist is she tells him about me BUT I contact him. Short of telling her off (which I now wish I did), I have told her not to bother. I am not interested.

I ask, is it now proper for a lady to make the first move? Forgive me, I might still be living in the medieval times so maybe that’s why I am thinking like that. Maybe just maybe I need to be enlightened. Who wants to help me out here? Cuz I would hate to make a move and get burnt sometimes in future.

The post I have been postponing just might never happen. However, I would drop some pictures that are meant to make some people jealous of the fact that I have been having fun and hanging out and having a ball and not living a boring life and ok I give up.

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And yeah it has to do with food. From Bar Campione (who make one of the best sandwiches in Lagos, 3 times the charm) to Coral Blue (first time I went there – last year, it was absolutely fantastic, second time around, not quite – my excuse though, it was quite late at night) to Ice Cream Factory (not even Coldstone can take away my love for you). And haha, Talindo Steak Place – tucked somewhere on Karim Kotun. Better service second time around (and this was also late at night – Monday). Amazing brownie they got. And yeah if you are on instagram, check out Rumnpassion (rumnpassion) and Crème Brulee Lagos (cremebruleelagos). I have tried rumnpassion’s cupcakes…. That rapturous feeling. Haven’t tried cremebrulee yet but I know it is only a matter of time. I have a sweet tooth. Shoot me. It is a miracle I aint fat.

Monday made it 15 years I lost my uncle and yesterday, 9 years I lost the man I called my maternal grandfather (my mum lost her dad many many many years ago so my grandma’s brother became my grandpa) and I just realized no matter how long a loved one has been gone, you can never forget them. The memories stay with you forever.

Have a great weekend people.

Of Obedience, Scandal and other things

Most of this post was written over the last week. Well I had to wait till today to post as I already promised Tuesday Tuesday posts. So well, here it is.

What is it with guys and their “she is a woman so whatever I ask her to do she must do”? I was in church and a friend beckoned (sounds so ancient yeah!!!) and I didn’t. Next thing he goes on about how I will be married soon and I should start to learn obedience (insert submission). And me I just laughed. What has your calling me and me not answering got to do with my marriage? I didn’t answer you now means I am disobedient? Or that means I would be disobedient to my husband? I stopped short of telling him “if you want to enter that submission matter, my own Bible says wives submit to their own (key word OWN) husbands, not our, not your, not all men, not all males, not….. Ish

Or when people feel because I grew up in Ibadan, I must know how to make amala. And when I say I can’t I get all sorts of reactions and comments from “if your husband likes it yada yana” to those who tell me straight up I should go learn it. Please my I can cook other stuff and can even pound apparently doesn’t matter as long as I am “an Ibadan girl (never mind that I am not from Ibadan o), and I can’t make amala”. Ish. If husband likes amala, he should be prepared to make it o. My inability to make amala doesn’t make me less a woman.

I was going to blog about Scandal last week but once again I was bound by my Tuesday post. So angelsbeauty beat me to it. Funny what i had in mind was what she blogged about so no point reinventing the wheel. Why was I going to blog about it? I was gisting with a colleague and he called me Miss Pope (just because I said I liked Scandal). And am like heck no!! He then goes on to talk about how my liking it means I support adultery. Let me state here. I DO NOT AND WILL NEVER SUPPORT ADULTERY.

However, whilst I don’t support Olitz, I always wonder what would have happened if Fitz and Olivia met much earlier. Before Mellie. Makes me think a lot about our choices in marriage. We all (we who watch it) know the “circumstances” of Mellie and Fitz’s marriage. Fast forward some years and he meets this “great” woman he “loves” and he is stuck in a marriage he wants out of. But he can’t. Biko, shine your eyes well and pray hard before you get in. Once in, you can’t get out. And there would always be that great woman or man, even when you are with your right choice.

That said, I just like angelsbeauty watch it for the intrigues and all. Pure entertainment. And yes, the Olivia Pope look and smartness and nack for fixing things. #astormiscoming #scandal. Looking forward to this season yo!!! So many stories that Ms. Shonda can hit us with. Rowan (I so detest that man), Olitz, Mellie, Cy, Jake (oh yes him, sure we haven’t heard the last of him). And Lisa Kudrow is in this season. Yayyyyy!!!!!!! I hope this storm won’t “sweep us away”. And hopefully it won’t become a #Revenge. To think there is season 3 of Revenge. I pray, what is the script writer thinking?

I usually wonder what goes on in the minds of people who drive silly in the rain. Like seriously, it is freaking raining and one has to be extra careful. I kent be thinking twice as much as I think and now come and add your own madness to it. And we wonder why there are a lotta accidents on the road when it rains. Osi.

Weddings weddings weddings. The amount I have spent on aso-ebi this year ehn!!! And the year aint ended yet. *sigh*. God help me.

Tada friends.

Have a great week.

Abundant life is enjoying here on earth and in heaven. Omo jaiye jaiye, omo jorun jorun– Pastor Femi Atoyebi

This is so me!!!!!
This is so me!!!!!

Temptations aka Devil with the Red Car

So I finally see the Tyler Perry movie everybody people have been raving about. Long story. I usually don’t do such movies at the cinema. You know, we do it the download way and C refused to see Olympus had fallen a second time (meaning I still haven’t seen the movie and White House Down is coming out soon). Ok you get the gist. I would rather go watch a Man of Steel at the cinemas than watch romcom or the likes. Anywayz, that’s not the gist of this post.

So well unlike the reviews, I think he did a good job with the movie. Yeah, we could practically tell the end (kinda), good “village” girl goes to the city and meets the “phenomenal” man (“unfortunately” she was married to a “good” man) and after much temptation, she falls. Lessons learnt? Over and over again, I say it, never take people for granted. Your spouse, parents, siblings, friends, boyfriend, girlfriend. The time you start getting too comfortable is the time to be on guard. Especially in marriages. Love needs to be fed. Before that size 8 lady starts “loving” your cologne. Or that man starts sending flowers to your office. Meanwhile wifey or boo doesn’t even notice. Oh and it aint just in marriages o. Relationships too o. Secondly, if that spouse is the “good” kind; sex in the bedroom kind and you think, or someone is dropping hints about 200 different sex positions and you wanna explore, fine. Explore with your spouse. Bring them “up to date”. Not come home one night and expect the good wife/husband to suddenly know you want something kinky. I mean for someone who wanted to be a marriage counselor, I would have thought she would get books or movies or something to help the husband “realize” that she needed or wanted something more than bedroom sex . But then again, I aint married so what do I know. Thirdly, I think one needs to pay attention when a person tells you about himself or herself (if the other person is honest enough to tell the truth from the start). At some point, “phenomenal” guy told babe he was naturally obsessive. Someone tells me that? I am so out. But well I am sure she rationalized that statement in her head and felt it wasn’t a bad trait. Sweetheart it is. So when the beating came, oh boy I was expecting that. Hehehe, and for those “hissing” babes at the end of the movie, biko if you husband puts you through what babe put her husband through and ends up with HIV, you go still take him back? Abi? I no sabi why dem dey hiss o. Cuz if we wanna be true to ourselves, na only God fit help una take that kain person back. Be friends ko si wahala but am sure you aint gonna sleep with that person EVER again. That said, every action/inaction has a consequence. God would forgive you o bet you would have to live with the consequence however small.

Anywayz, it is a good movie. Cliche yeah but nice. But then again Lance Gross is in it *fans self*. Oh that body. The guitar scene!!!! Two things- hawt body, a guitar *somebori help*. Lance Gross or Chris Hemsworth’s body? *swoons*

And “I don’t want a good guy, I want a phenomenal guy?” #dead

My grouse though is the usual portrayal of the black woman/black family as the “oju o lola ri” type (i.e. never seen/jam money before). So when she sees the guy with money, she “dumps” the not so rich/not rich at all guy for the “phenomenal” rich guy. Or the village girl/boy enters the city and goes south. I get it happens in reality. However, we do have the village girl/small town boy who gets into the big town/city and doesn’t go south. Right?

Btw, I apologize to those I told Suits aint it. Well compared to Scandal it still aint IT. Bet, I can manage it sha. Not a bad series at all. First 2 episodes were boring though. Kinda off putting.

I leave with this. Kindly replace Love with Lust as you listen (I think). Very necessary song I heard as I dropped C off to get a cab.

To ruin or not to?

Subtitle: to date that friend’s sibling or that sibling’s friend? I don’t even wanna enter dating a friend’s ex or an ex’s friend or dating a close friend.

You are wondering what is there to be ruined abi? FRIENDSHIP

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Case 1: that friend’s younger sister you like. Is it worth it to date the sister? Considering the probability that the relationship may not work out? Thereby losing both sisters/brother and sister.

Case 2: that your brother/sister’s friend you like. Is it worth your brother or sister losing that friend if your relationship doesn’t work out?

I think Case 2 is even easier. It is just one “friendship” that is ruined abi? Max max, your brother or sister and the friend would stop talking (at least for a while or maybe forever).

I don’t have stats to back this up so please don’t shoot me. Bet, over the years, I have come to see a lot of such relationships as in case 1 and 2 break down which in turn leads to broken down friendships between the initial friends. I usually tell people I can’t date a friend’s brother neither can I let a male friend date any of my sisters (and I hear things like na you wan date them?). Definitely not, but am I ready to lose that 1 friend because things didn’t work out between me and his/her brother or ready to lose that friend because things didn’t work out between him and my sister? It may or may not happen but forgive me, I am not a natural risk taker. I calculate and analyse a lot before taking any risk. And friendship means a lot to me, I need to be sure it isn’t just a crush or I am lusting after the person before taking that kain risk.

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Which reminds me, why do guys feel the need (more than females) to protect their sisters/cousins/close female friends? I grew up in a family of 4 girls. Fortunately or unfortunately, we had many older male family friends who felt it was their duty to keep guys off us. Oh I can say a lot of stories (I got to hear later) about how some guy got the boot even before asking any of us out. Even when such guys were their own friends. It was like we carried a “don’t talk to me” or “thou shalt not date this one” without even knowing. The funny one I got to know about a few years ago was this dude who was a cousin to a family friend. Said family friend is younger so he (big cousin) felt the need to protect us, and thus told everybody we were cousins (note he is cousin to family friend not us). Anyways, apparently by telling people we were cousins (I found out later about the cousin angle but didn’t know it was that “deep”), any guy in my set who has much as looked at me was in for it. They had to report to him before they could “talk” to me. He became my “caretaker” and I no even sabi. Whatever his reasons were I don’t know bet it is still funny more than 10 years after that I might have lost “potential suitors” (yes ke) because of my “cousin”. Hehehe.

Enough ramblings for a day. That’s what you get when you make me to werk on a day people are snoozing and a day after that holy rain.

You meet that one person

I have a friend. Each session in Uni, started with a new boyfriend. She never had the same boyfriend for 2 years. 4 years in Uni equaled 4 boyfriends. She never seemed to be able to keep a relationship for long. She is now married. To a guy she dated for 5 years. You meet that one person.

I have another. Had 3 boyfriends in our 4 years. She is getting married in August. To a guy she has dated for a while.

I have another yet. 2 boyfriends in 4 years. She is also getting married in August.

I have yet still one more. She couldn’t do long distance relationships. In fact, she broke up with a couple of guys because of distance. Once, her boyfriend decided to proceed on his masters and she ended it. She felt she couldn’t do the distance. For another, he was in Nigeria but as school was in Ogun State, she lived in Ibadan and he lived in Lagos (geographically these areas are so close and as such shouldn’t be a problem), she ended it. She is currently in a 5 year relationship with a guy who currently lives in the US (went for his masters 2 years into the relationship). And they are still very much together.

Once again, you meet that one person.

What is it about that person that changes everything?

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I promise. I won’t turn this blog into a wedding blog. Just trying to “document” my wedding planning experience as well as ask for your opinions especially those who recently planned weddings in Nigeria.

As some of you know, I have 2 bridesmaid duty in August and I am as excited as I am scared. I am helping both of them plan. My head is spinning already. Whew. Drew up a budget template in one night (I know right, templates plenty online; just didn’t find one that covered the full Nigerian wedding). Anywayz, that has been sorted. Now bridesmaids dresses, bride’s gown, colours, make-up and all. There is so much to do in so little time. I think I am going to stick to planning mine for a year. That way I get to take my time planning right? And not rushing/having so much to do in a short time. Working on the pre-wedding photoshoot at the moment. Which brings me to my first issue/challenge. I am all of pre-wedding photoshoot, I am just against releasing the pictures before the wedding. You ask so why the photoshoot ba? I dunno o. I just don’t wanna see my picture on any party favour or souvenir. Is that wrong? I am so gonna guard my pictures and his jealously. Except you find individual pictures sha o and photoshop, you aint gonna find a picture of both of us. Till after the wedding.

Issue number 2. How do I tell my mum I got bridesmaid duties. She don already talk say make me and my elder sister no do bridesmaid again. Issue number 3. Cost of dresses. I have spent my last 2 free Saturdays (I do one Saturday on, one Saturday off work) at one wedding or the other. Fortunately no aso-ebis so far. However, my next 3 weddings involve aso-ebi or bridesmaid dresses. The cost is killing yo! Issue 4. Getting the brides to sit down and let us work on these budgets. They seem to think we still have time. Enough issues for one post.

I saw a picture of a bride and her bridesmaids wearing similar gowns (same ivory colour, lacy design and all) on instagram. What happened to nobody wearing white/ivory asides the bride? You are allowed to wear any other colour or mix white/ivory with something else. Be rest assured, you wear white/ivory for my wedding? Don’t worry, the bouncers and MOPOL know what to do. Lol.

I learnt some “new skill” over the weekend. Had 2 weddings (one on both sides of the family) and since I was mum’s driver, I had to attend both. So mums and I did her side’s first. Went to the church and ensured we saw her half brother, step mum and other family members and took of to join pops at his cousin’s own. Church service at that already started so we had to wait till after the service and ensured we were seen. Skill is if you have more than one wedding, get to the church service early and ensure you are SEEN by those who need to know you came. Take off after the service and head to the reception of the other. Ensure also that they SEE you. I grew up believing the solution was to split. Mums goes for one, pops goes for one. But if the weddings are in the same state/area, just show face and ensure the important people see you o.

Later went to pick a friend at another wedding and heard how some friend of the groom proposed to his girlfriend (with the help of the compere). If you try that at mine ehn?

Now to my polls.

*sigh oh sigh* Who else thinks what I am thinking about Scandal? Jake-Olivia-Fitz angle. Your thoughts please.

I should be watching the Manchester Derby right? Alrighty, am out. Maybe I can catch the last few minutes.

Tada

Iya ni wura

What can I say about a woman so loving yet major strict. A woman awake so early in the morning, on her knees praying for her husband and children. The one who taught me to cook, clean and every household chore possible. Who always said “omo kan kan o ni je ki wan gbe mi sepe lojo iwaju” (paraphrased, she would train us such that nobody would abuse her in future if we decide to go our own way). The one who taught me the Bible. Taking her time to explain passages to us. The one who sat and did my assignments with me (well, I chopped a lot of slaps and beatings in between sha). Never stopped begging and trying to make me a better person. From assignments to dissertations. Got whatsoever material I needed to do any project or assignment handed down. The one who taught me to be independent. Even though she knew nothing about Chemistry and Physics and Technical Drawing, she never stopped sitting with me to do assignments and even when she couldn’t, getting someone who could help me out. A woman forever “pestering” me about marriage *sigh*. The perfect home maker.  The one who watched every TV program, explained and asked what we learnt from them. It was that bad. Or good? The one who gave me her shoes to wear (well that’s what happens when you wear the same shoe size as your mum. Abi na?)

The one who showed me what it means to be a woman. I could go on and on and on and on…. Just wanna say, mama Deronk, twinnie mi, I love you more (even when I do not show it). All through our fights, you never gave up on me (always striving to bring me back to the right path). All through my surgeries, sitting down and gisting with me. Trying to get my mind off the pains. Even when I was down and out, making me snap out of it. Just one call, just one word. You just know how to do it. How to make me smile through my pains. Waiting for the day I can call you maami. Grateful for all the slaps, the beatings, the sleepless nights… Sorry for the times I ever doubted and stopped short of asking “na you born me?” Thank you for being on my case like forever. Lord knows I have a very big shoe to fill. My best friend, my sister, my lover, my twinnie. I dunno what I can and would do without you. May God keep you many many many many more years for me.

My grandma, the one who showed me the strength of a woman. My aunty and great-aunt, the ones who have never stopped praying for me, scolding yet ever loving and the ones who “assure” me I can never be fat (oh yes I believe them. Lol).

I just wanna say Happy Mothers’ Day to my mama, to all the mothers in my life, aspiring mothers and women generally. Just Joxy, I see you. Happy Mothers’ Day.

I leave with this.

Btw, tis Maami (my grandma’s birthday in 4 days)… So excited… As always…

Can you move in with your wife?

I had this interesting conversation with a driver at work yesterday. We were at our store and then saw some furniture a woman brought. He then started gisting me about how big her house was, she was single and all. And how he hopes she finds a man, but that men won’t want a made wife. So I asked him if he were a man, would he marry her and move in (because I didn’t see how she would wanna move out of her house, but then what do  I know?). His reply shocked me. He said he would move. I asked again (here is an uneducated man) if his wife built a house or bought a house, would he move in with her and he replied in the affirmative. Hmmmm I thought. I then asked why. He said (now I am paraphrasing because this conversation was in Yoruba) he believes in a relationship/marriage, one of both parties would be richer than the other. If his wife was rich enough to buy/build a house,why shouldn’t he move in with her. He felt if he didn’t it meant he wasn’t happy for her and didn’t want her progress. I was just there with my mouth opened. He said as long as he still had her respect and she wasn’t rubbing it into his nose. He said he would let even his parents and the children know it was his wife’s/their mother’s house. The conversation had me thinking “how many men (African men especially) think like this?”. How many women would own houses and still be submissive and show respect to their husbands.

We hear stories on radio and TV about such issues. My wife built a house she didn’t tell me. She has some money somewhere I didn’t know about. And how it has led to the end of relationships and marriages.

I remember a conversation after house fellowship some weeks back. Well when you attend a fellowship where everybody else is married and you and another lady are the only singles, you get to hear a lot of marriage gists. So this man was talking about how in his OWN house, he felt the cook, house help, drivers and other helps didn’t respect him because they felt he wasn’t the one paying their salaries. Madam collected the money from him and distributed. The helps didn’t know that. So one month, he decided to show them who the man of the house was and withheld salaries for 2 weeks. Well, the end of the story is that they all started to comport themselves. Why did I add this story sef? I dunno.

When did people start calling their fiance/fiancee partners? This young man came to the showroom one day and kept talking about how he needed his partner’s approval before buying anything and all. And as he kept saying partner, I kept thinking “is he gay” or is he co-habiting? I had to ask who this partner was and discovered he was engaged. *smh*.

I said my hair was red right? Sorry, I am colour blind. Tis wine.

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Some people say it is long. I beg to differ. Shoulder length isn’t long. Well that might be my fault sha. Years of chopping just to make it grow and remove split ends have done “damage” to the length. As per last picture, you see where my issue is now. I need that front to GROW. Help a sister.

Have a great weekend people.

Gracias.

Let us pray

Almighty Father we are eternally grateful for your grace and faithfulness. For your loving kindness and tender mercies that are new every morning. We thank you for you are our God and there is none other. Indescribable God accept our thanks and praises.

We pray for your mercies this and everyday.

We pray for your guidance this and everyday.

We pray for our nation Nigeria. We lift up our Jerusalem and pray for her peace. Forgive us our sins in this nation. From the East to the West to the North to the South, dear Lord, let your peace reign. We pray for our leaders. Dear Lord, from the President even to the very least public civil servant, you who holds the hands of kings and princes in your hands, turn their hearts towards you. Give us leaders who fear and love you. Have mercy on each and everyone of us. Help us the followers to search our hearts. We get the kind of leaders we deserve. Help that there be a change in our hearts. Help that we wait not for the government to change but to realize that the change begins with us. Help that in our own little ways, we do the right things. Help us to vote the right people into power. Stem the tide of insecurity and corruption in our land and let there be a cleansing from top to bottom and bottom up. Help us to live peacefully with each other.

We pray for the church. We pray for forgiveness. Father forgive us our sins and heal your church. Let your fire as in the days of old burn afresh and anew within the church. Let our church leaders do your will. Let your love be spread abroad afresh within the church. Let there be a revival in the church. Give a change of heart to each one and help us to love each other as Christ loves the church. We pray that our old men (and women) would dream dreams and our young men (women) would see visions. Help us to stop playing church. To stop being religious.

We pray for those looking up to you for children. Father grant them their heart desires. It is your will that none be without child. Cause them to be fruitful and glorify your name in their lives.

We pray for those seeking fruitfulness in other areas of their lives. Cause them to multiply and do so abundantly.

For job seekers, we pray your grant them jobs. For those in jobs they don’t like, give them the courage and boldness to seek and get the jobs they want. For those who should be in businesses and not seek 9-5 employment, Father push them. Take the fear that keeps people bound to jobs they shouldn’t be in away.

For the widows and widowers, comfort them. Strengthen them. For the fatherless and motherless, be a father and mother to them.

For those of us who know you, help us to stand firm and not depart from the way. For those who don’t, draw them close with your saving arms, wrap your arms around them and do not let them go. Help that those of us who know you would do all we need do to bring them to you.

We pray for the newly-weds, lead them in this journey they have began. For all married couples that you strengthen their union. May the oil of their love never run dry. May the wine of their relationship never go sour. Renew their love for each other everyday. We come against every wandering eye. We come against little foxes that destroy the vine. May they never break the hedge. We pray our families won’t fall victim to the devil’s war against marriages.

We pray for those who desire to be married. Answer them at your own time.

We pray for our men. That they may find good wives and obtain favour from the Lord. We pray for our women that in being found, their husbands would find favour.

We pray for our children. They would be for signs and wonders.

Above all we pray that we fulfil your purpose and forever live to praise your name.

We ask this and everyday.