Daddy GO wee not kee me oh! lol

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I love Daddy GO to bits. But really, this had me in stitches. Not for its content per say but because of its author. I found this old Open Heavens entry whilst reading yesterday’s online and thought to share. Everything Daddy GO says is true but it just sounds funny coming from him. Don’t mind me jare…Read and be blessed

BIBLE IN A YEAR: Isa. 43-45

PULL HIM DOWN PARTNER

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

MEMORIZE: “Every wise woman buildeth her house: but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands” (Prov 14:1)

READ: Ecclesiastes 9:7-10

In Malachi 2:14, God said that He is a witness in the dealings between husbands and their wives. In other words, marriage is so important to God that He personally observes what each partner does, either to build or to destroy the home.  “Every wise woman buildeth her house: but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands” (Prov 14:1). God’s original purpose for a woman in the life of her husband is to be a suitable helper.

There are two broad categories of partners: They are the Pull Him Down (PHD) partners and the Build Him Up (BHU) partners. Every married couple falls into one of these.  A PHD wife is one who takes away something good in her husband, reduces his worth or contributes in any way to dethrone him from where God has placed him. One area many wives have pulled down their husbands is by denying them sexual satisfaction. Some temptations are as a result of sexual starvation while others are as a result of lust.

When a man looks outside because of denial of sexual intimacy, that is sexual starvation.  But if after being satisfied by the spouse, the fellow still goes out to sleep with another person, that is pure lust. It is a foolish pastor’s wife that will starve her husband sexually.  In the make up of the human body, the woman was designed to exercise greater restraint in sexual pull than the man.  However, it is pure wickedness for a woman to use such strength to the disadvantage of the man.

Quite a number of husbands are sexually starved. From their lustful look at some women, you can tell they are starved.  To some sisters, love-making once in one or two weeks is enough.  It is not enough! Remember, one major reason for love- making is for oneness. Even after child birth, you have to continue your trip to oneness until your last breath.  For the first 35 years of  marriage, it is suggested that couples meet at least 3 or 4 times per week.

t could be more but should not be less. As the marriage grows older, adjust according to your  needs and stamina. Whatever grace you will require to satisfy your spouse, ask the Lord for it and He will give you and bless your union. Sexually starved partners become depressed, resentful, revengeful, uncooperative, bad leaders.  They are prone to sins such as masturbation, fornication and adultery, rape, divorce, loose morals, and lust.  If you are exposing your partner to such risks, you are a PHD partner.

ACTION POINT:

The Christian wife or minister’s wife who is nonchalant towards her husband’s sexual needs, believing he cannot be unfaithful, is foolishly daring.  To avoid disappointment, meet his needs from today.

So my married friends, a word is enough for the wise oh!

I’m off to FOL in London shortly. Hopefully, we don’t get locked out like we were at the Workers’ Rally :s

P.S: Part II of ‘This life sha!’ is on its way. Hehehe. I love suspense and so should you :p

That’s all folks (for now)

Temiville.xoxo

This life sha! (Part 1)

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It is a cold Wednesday afternoon. The rain never seems to end here in Lancaster. Tiny little unending drops that just have a way of messing up your entire plans. Oh well! I would just stay home again today and feast on McVitie’s Ginger nuts and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough.

That has been my pattern for 3 days now since Chukky delivered his ‘news’ to me. I have been locked up in my accommodation here in Bailrigg crying my eyes out. Life has begun to lose meaning gradually. Everything seems so unreal. A week ago, I could not wait to be through with my Masters and head straight back to Naij. Now, I just want to disappear. I look out of my window and see couples laughing along, sharing an umbrella, looking like they have no care in the world. I smile to myself. A bitter smile because I know too well that they are all deceiving themselves.

That was how Chukky and I were back in Unilag. We met during Diploma in 2003. We both wanted to study Law desperately. I ended up with MassCom but Chukky was lucky enough to get into Law. Our relationship began as soon as we saw eachother. As ridiculous as that sounds, it is true. I’ve never believed in fronting or forming or ‘long tin’. I see it as pointless. He never asked me out formally. We just ‘went with the flow’.

We were so happy

Within two months of meeting him, I had met his mom, his dad, his 3 aunts, and his 2 sisters. They were such an amazing bunch. They made me feel so welcome.

Chukky’s parents were extremely godly and born again. They used to attend MFM on Olasimbo Street near 2nd gate and it was on one Sunday morning that Chukky suggested we went to Church together that I first met them. I remember that morning like it was yesterday. Chukky called me a bit earlier than normal that morning to wake me up. I automatically assumed we were going to the Redeemed Church in Jibowu, Yaba close to school which was ‘our Church’. He used to pick me and my friends up in Moremi on Sunday mornings from his BQ. But  that Sunday, he walked down and told me he felt that would be a good opportunity to meet his family who usually drove down from their Festac home every Sunday to Yaba for the 7 am church start at MFM. I had planned to wear a very fitted  beige knee-length dress I got from ‘Talk2Me’ in Surelere the previous day with some chocolate brown high heels and a very Mac-ed up face.

As soon as I heard ‘MFM’ and ‘family’, I turned my room upside down in search of my longest skirt, which was not that long, and the only size 10 TM shirt I owned, instead of the usual 8 I wore in order to accentuate my small waist. I also wore flat pumps. I wanted to make a good first impression. I needed my friends for moral support so I begged Lara, Bola and Nkem, my best friends right from our Vivian Fowler days, to come with us. Nkem insisted on going to her church, St Leo’s, as she is Catholic but Lara and Bolade obliged. The four of us then walked all the way from Moremi, through ISL, to 2nd gate and then to MFM that morning.

After church was over, he made the introductions.

‘Mom, this is my very good friend, Ireti’, he said with pride. I knelt down to the cold floor right there in church. I got a few puzzled stares. Some girl in my block who attended MFM too and knew us smiled knowingly and walked briskly away. She knew the drill.

‘How are you, my dear?’ his mom asked pulling me close into a hug. Bent on impressing them, I replied ‘Odima‘ They burst out laughing and said ‘You try, my dear, da alü‘. And that was I became a part of the Chibueze home

Chukky, like the rest of his family, was born again. I was not particularly overly religious. I believed in God. I still do. But that did not stop me from listening to my Tupac, Nelly, Destiny’s Child, JayZ, Tuface on a reg. That also did not stop 11:45 from being my usual destination on a Friday night along with Lara, Bolade and Nkem.

Chukky drew me to God.

The changes I made were first because I wanted to impress him. I gradually dropped the whole clubbing thing. I still wanted to go. But just so that we do not fight, I stopped. I also reduced my ‘worldly’ songs. I stopped saying ‘shit’. I stopped wearing short dresses. I was no SU. But I became what Chukky had in mind for a girlfriend. I did it with joy because I wanted him to be happy. It seemed to work because Chukky would flaunt me everywhere we went. I was his ideal ‘nwunye’- a perfect bride.

With time, I started enjoying the whole thing. I started reading my Bible more without being prompted by Chukky and I started praying of my own accord outside the usual morning ‘Thank You Lord for this morning, ok bye’. I started fasting too. I was growing as a Christian and I was loving it. Chukky, too, was loving it.

I spent my entire 5 years in university making Chukky happy. I would be a liar, however, to say he did not reciprocate. He made it clear that I was ‘trying’ and he encouraged me. He bought me gifts ‘just because it was beautiful day’. He would take me and the girls on regular all-expense paid trips to Silverbird to see the newest releases. He would listen to all my ranting after a bad day with patience and then offer his two-kobo. He would oblige in my request to learn the Igbo language although he really did not care if I knew the language or not.  He was good to me and I was not about to take him for granted.

All my friends were envious of us. I knew it. It made me happy though. I walked with so much pride everywhere I went. Sometimes, he would let me drive his car and then he would depend on his friends for transportation. That really ticked the girls in my block off. Their boyfriends never did such. Even the friends I know cared about me were still jealous. None of them had been able to sustain a relationship for that long. We were the envy of both my friends and his. Males and females envied us. Lecturers knew us. The lady who sold stuff in the shop on campus knew us. We were the ideal couple. Or so I thought…

To be continued

Thanks for reading guys and watch out for La Deuxième Partie (Part II).

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.


Thats all folks (for now)

Temiville.xoxo

Fear not!

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Life is going fast. Time waits for no one. I remember being 14 vividly and I used  to regard those in their 20s as old. 10 years down the line and I’m that old person! It really scares me sometimes when I think about the fact that my mom is in her 60s now and my dad is beginning to eye his 70s.  It scares me that my brothers with whom I used to sit in the living room, gisting about how annoying UK Gold was and play cards are all grown men with their own responsibilities. It scares me that some of my friends who used to play ‘catcher’ and ‘ten-ten’ with me are now mothers.

It scares me that in a five years, I’ll almost be 30. It scares me that in 5 years my dad will be 70 and ‘old’. It scares me that I will have to push out a baby from my body. It scares me that I will have to marry in faith not being able to know EVERYTHING about my future. It scares me that my daughters will be teenagers and be exposed to this wicked world. It scares me that my son will be in a society where so many ills exist.

It scares me that in 10 years’ time, we will still need generator in Nigeria. It scares me that gangs will still keep murdering the likes of Damilola Taylor and Samuel Adelagun who was murdered yesterday in Plaistow, London. It scares me that one day I will bury my parents. It scares me that one day my children will bury me.

Late Sam

Someone sent me a Hi-5 friend request and I literally was speechless for a few seconds before deleting the message. ‘What planet are you on?’, I wondered. It scares me that there might be nicer social networking sites than Twitter and Facebook in 15 years’ time which I would not understand and my kids will now think I’m not ‘cool’.

It scares me that I might ever put on any dress larger than a size 10 after childbirth. It scares me that I might not look as hot as Omotola after 4 kids.

Omotola

It scares me that my husband will go out in the morning and girls like I saw in this movie will be his secretary.

Loads of things have the potential to frighten me. But then I remember that God has not given us a spirit of fear but of power, of love and of a sound mind (2 Timothy 1:7).

Whenever these thoughts begin to approach my mind, I start meditating on God’s promises in His Word.

The Lord is my Light and my Salvation–whom shall I fear or dread? The Lord is the Refuge and Stronghold of my life–of whom shall I be afraid? Psalm 27: 1.

The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do unto me Hebrews 13:6.

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love 1 John 4:18.

Say to those who are of a fearful and hasty heart, Be strong, fear not! Behold, your God will come with vengeance; with the recompense of God He will come and save youIsaiah 35: 4.

Please listen to this encouraging song: 

Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness Isaiah 41:10.

All these build me up  in my faith (Jude 1:20). Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word of God (Romans 10:17).

So whenever worries and cares and anxieties come knocking, kick back with the Word of God, it never fails. It is so easy to worry. But it never changes or prevents evil. Only faith moves God. Have faith!

That’s all folks (for now)

Temiville.xoxo

It’s been a while

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I’ve not blogged in a while and I have thoroughly missed it and you guys too! So, I’m going to have a general rant before I go to my main point. A lot has been happening with me-some extremely good, some very interesting. My life is like a movie at the moment mehn-we’ve got some suspense, drama, action, comedy, romance (coughs). Ok, so can’t a girl speak with some faith?! No romance yet but who knows? Hehehe. I’m right now having the best of times knowing God more. It is indeed an interesting journey.

I have been so busy at church with choir and the Drama Team.  We’ve had 3 major events in Church in two weeks! We had Glory conference, Bob Fitts was around. Here is a picture of me with the singer.

Bob Fitts and I

Here is one of his most popular songs.

 

We also had a dinner in church welcoming new students. Everything went absolutely well and I thank God for that.

This morning at about 3:30 am, I decided upon a friend’s suggestion, to begin a systematic reading studying of 5 chapters of the Bible everyday. Not just the usual speed reading in order to fulfil all righteousness but a proper in-depth study of the Word. I have done 4 today and I’m proud of myself. 1 more to go before midnight. That, I can manage.

My main point today is…well, truth be told, I don’t really have much of a point. I just found something out today whilst studying Matthew and thought to share.  I always thought Jesus was from the line of David. You know, the whole Lion of the tribe of Judah, coming through Ruth then Rahab the prostitute etc. Well, He is not biologically linked to them! All those links were to David the carpenter and therefore they share no link to Him.

So all my Bible genius friends could you please shed light on why it is said that Jesus is from the Root of Jesse and that He is the Lion of the tribe of Judah?

On my usual random note, I’m so sad that John Adeleye was voted off yesterday night from X factor! I’d be the first to admit that he never had much of a magnetic personality but I honestly cannot begin to understand why Wagner is still there and John and TreyC were both in bottom 2!

That’s all folks (for now)

Temiville.xoxo

Too tall for a girl?

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Ok, so I’m no amazonian girl as I’m only 5′ 9.5″. But all through my life, I’ve always been the tallest girl, if not person, everywhere I’ve been: primary school, secondary school (both of them), A Level College (both of them), university (both of them), choir (both of them)! Complete strangers used to stop me suggesting a career plan for me ‘Oh, you should model or play basketball’. People also usually felt the need to ask ‘how tall are you?’ and when I tell them, there’s this look of disappointment as though they expected me to be much taller (why don’t they just accept that they are short!?)

As a young girl, my mom and my aunt used to gosh over me, ‘oh Temi, look at your long legs and your beautiful height’, ‘you are so regal’, ‘you have such great carriage’ blah blah blah…I hated it! I saw it as a burden, a hindrance to having  ‘normal life’. I hated hanging out with short people because such an association would pronounce and accentuate my height. I absolutely loved hanging out with fellow tallies. They were ‘safe’ to be around because, at least then, I would not stand out.  I had also mastered the art of slouching with style when taking pictures with shorter friends so I would not look ‘strangely tall’.

 

lol! ok, it's not this pronounced

 

When I was about 12, I remember going out with my mom and her friends would gasp when I told them my age saying they could have sworn that I was at least 16! I used to smile cutely all the while hating them internally. They thought it was a gift. I was sure it was a curse-a punishment for some sin I must have committed whilst in the womb. Maybe I kicked my mom too much (just a thought). Although, I don’t have most of these feelings anymore and I am extremely grateful to God for all my 34 inches of  legs, I still have some battles I face  as a taller-than-most-girls girl.

As any tall girl would know, the Number 1 painful thing about being so vertically endowed is that you see all those lovely shoes in the shops but unfortunately, unless you wanna look like a strange being from another planet, you dare not step foot in them or even pick them up to admire them before the customer beside you gives you ugly stares for even thinking you could wear such! I have a few (very few) tall friends who really couldn’t be bothered. They rock their heels away!

I love high heels. As in so much. But unfortunately, unless I want to stand out in the choir for all the wrong reasons, I have to stick to my reasonable heels. There was even a guy in my former choir who hated me standing by him when in heels because I became his height! Lol, bless him. In addition to all these, I have the issue of never finding the right L34 pair of jeans/pants that will not turn into ‘Michael Jackson’ trousers. The ones I find end up being so unflattering and ill-fitting.

Well now to the koko aka crux of the matter: I would hate to date a short man! *bows head in shame for not being spiritual enough* I feel so bad about this confession because its like I should just be praying and accept whatever God deems fit. But as we tallies would know, short men seem to have no such inhibitions! They boldly approach you and you think to yourself …’Why oh Why? But meeeeeehhhn! As in NAH MATE! Ees ok. Cheers. It’s not happening! How else can I express how much I’m not gonna have a shorter husband in Jesus’ name?!

I love Creflo Dollar’s teaching on the issue. He thinks whilst it is important to be spiritual, you have to ask God for what you want… Watch his sermon here. He’s so real…

 

hehehe

 

Here is a picture of Oluchi and Luca Luca, her husband. She definitely does not see height as anything but a number!

I have been taught not to be giving God rules and regulations of marriage partner but God did say ‘Ask and you shall receive’ (Matthew 7:7) so dear Daddy in Heaven, pretty please can he be at least 6 3′? Ok, let me not be too demanding-anything over 6 would do.

Loads of love,

Your daughter, T. x

PS: I think this height difference would be pushing it a tad. 😀

 

TALLEST MAN IN THE WORLD AND WIFE

 

In other news, I’m presently watching Episode 6 of ANTM’s Cycle 15. Loving it so far!

That’s all folks (for now)

Temiville.xoxo

irANT…Forty eight months, one week…

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I am tayard!

Don’t dismiss my rant and become nonchalANT.

I understand I’m usually happy on this blog but I really want to moan this morning! Well, afternoon. God has been good too me, in fact, soooo good! He has been faithful, even in my unfaithfulness. So wassup with me?

Well, I have been away from home for 4 years and I really, really am extremely homesick. I see my mom every year but I have not seen my dad in 4 years. I was a teenager when last he saw me. Now, I am a grown lady! This feelings of homesickness have become more frequent these last few days. In short, they are now rampANT.

Sometimes, I just want to cry so I listen to this song to induce the tears and I feel much better afterwards:

It gets worse whenever I am speaking with my mom or brother or dad and I hear people laughing, conversing in the background. I just want to go home! For some reasons, I have been advised to chill but I really just want to go even for 3 days!!! As I am obedient and not recalcitrANT, I’ll stay at least till December and then go home for Christmas.

For now, I am an ant, living in another man’s land so I am an immigrANT (a very legal one though before they pull a Gamu on me!). Whilst I am here, I am eagerly waiting for great things this November (I’ll tell you about it soon), so I am expectANT…

I’m off to choir practice now, that should cheer me up (after my dose of frothy caramel latte)

That’s all folks (for now)

Temiville.xoxo

***Excuse the rANT…my twitter buddies will understand though…lol.  I am at least 3 days behind! Better late than never hehehe…

Nahum what???

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Pastor: Church, please open your Bibles to Nahum 1:9′.

At this point, half of the church have no idea what Nahum is not to speak of where it is! Two-thirds are sure they have heard of it before somewhere but have no clue where to begin the search. The remaining people are certain it is somewhere in the Old Testament and begin frantically searching but after 2 minutes resort to the Table of Contents. This just goes to illustrate the fact that Nahum is one of the most ignored, most unread books of the Bible by most Christians along with the likes of Ezra, Haggai, Zephaniah and Philemon.

I was just there in my room today, praying/browsing/watching ANTM and I thought, ‘hmm, Temi, you don’t know much anything, about Nahum. So I decided to blog about it. But before I could do that, I had to sit and actually read it. It’s not that long (just three chapters, actually).

On opening to page 906 of my Bible (yes, I had to refer to the Table of Contents!), my first thought was that ‘hmm, a rather dry account of history which is really not very relevant today’ and ‘what/where on earth is ‘Elkoshite”?. It took all my will power not to flip to my good ol’ Psalms. I must admit, it paid off. I’ll share with you my discoveries.

Nahum pretty much had a vision and boy, it was not a pretty one. It was one fully describing the wrath of God against a place called Nineveh (remember from Jonah?). God was very vexed with Nineveh and Nahum’s vision had details of the destruction that was to come upon the city/town/country (let’s just say ‘place’).

As we know, our God is a Lion (Revelation 5:5) yet a Lamb (Revelation 13:8). He is a merciful God (Psalm 100:5) yet a Consuming Fire (Hebrews 12:29). Nahum brought to the fore the ‘Lion’ and the ‘Consuming Fire’ attributes of God.

So why exactly was God so angry? As I mentioned earlier, the prophecy of Nahum is directed at Nineveh where Jonah was sent to by God. When Jonah preached in Nineveh (after much persuasion and in fact outright force!), the city repented in sackcloth and ashes. God’s anger was withheld from the city and he spared it, because from the king on down to the lowest citizen, they turned to God and repented of their sins. The book of Nahum comes some one hundred years after the episode of Jonah. Nineveh, unfortunately had gone back to their old ways and God was mad at them, very mad!

But the same Nahum who tells of God’s great indignation in Nahum 1:6 tells of His great love too. I think this balance is wonderful. It is impossible to speak of the God of wrath without touching on the God of love. The anger of God is borne of His love and is a manifestation of His love. Charles Spurgeon once said that “He who does not believe that God will punish sin, will not believe that he will pardon it through the blood of his Son.”

I remember when my dad used to beat smack me when I did something silly, he would roar ‘I am doing this because I love you!!!’ Well, the same thing goes with God for whom the Father loves, He chastises (Hebrews 12:6). Nahum also nicely tells of ways of escaping God’s anger: The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble;  he knows those who take refuge in him (Nahum 1:7).

Also, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the song ‘OUR GOD REIGNS’ by Lindell Cooley has some lyrics from Nahum!!! Remember this verse?:

A fire goes before Him

And burns up all His enemies

The hills melt like wax

At the presence of the Lord

At the presence of the Lord

Well, they’re from Nahum 1:5!

As Paul advised, “All scripture is inspired by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work.” (2 Tim. 3:16,17), therefore, we ought to fall out of the habit of ignoring any part of the Bible. Plus, there is so much to learn from Nahum.

Whilst I am not certain I fully understand Chapter 2 of Nahum yet, I know never again will I say ‘Nahum what???’

 

With my caramel latte!!! *and an attempted pout :p

 

In other news, Ann (whom I told you guys is my fave in ANTM Cycle 15) has made history! She is the first contestant to be called first four consecutive times for best picture in the history of America’s Next Top Model!!!

Here she is:

She’s sooo Vogue Italia!

That’s all folks (for now)

Temiville.xoxo

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