• TED Talk. (2009, October 08). The danger of a single story | Chimamanda Adichie 2020 [Video file]. YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmjKUDo7gSQ
    TED Talk. (2009, October 08). The danger of a single story | Chimamanda Adichie 2020 [Video file]. YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmjKUDo7gSQ
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  • *PHONE IN CHURCH?*

    I just watched the above video from a church where the usher collects members' phones during the service, perhaps those scrolling through social media, and hand them a Bible instead. They get their phones back after the service.

    At first, it feels radical… but maybe that's exactly what we need in these Churches where their pastors are afraid to speak the truth because they don't want to lose members.

    If we don’t intentionally guard the sacredness of our worship spaces, we’ll lose the reverence that makes them holy. This church took a bold step, and honestly? I think they got it right.

    What do you think? Too extreme or right on time?
    #Ngo_123 #grace
    *PHONE IN CHURCH?* I just watched the above video from a church where the usher collects members' phones during the service, perhaps those scrolling through social media, and hand them a Bible instead. They get their phones back after the service. At first, it feels radical… but maybe that's exactly what we need in these Churches where their pastors are afraid to speak the truth because they don't want to lose members. If we don’t intentionally guard the sacredness of our worship spaces, we’ll lose the reverence that makes them holy. This church took a bold step, and honestly? I think they got it right. What do you think? Too extreme or right on time? #Ngo_123 #grace
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  • THINGS THAT MAKE A CHAT GROUP ACTIVE
    Please watch till the end.
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    THINGS THAT MAKE A CHAT GROUP ACTIVE Please watch till the end. #Chinosky #grace
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  • Dream About Bathing, In the physical realm, the purpose of bathing is for personal hygiene. It is a means of achieving cleanliness by washing away dirt’s from the body. In the spirit realm, if you see yourself bathing, it symbolizes purification, cleansing and good health. For example, if a sick person is taking his or her bath in the dream, it shows the word of the Lord is about to bring healing and restoration unto his path. If you dream that a person is peeping at you during bath, it implies you are being watched by enemy. This is an indication that the wall of your protection is broken and this will give rise to the spirit of shame and disgrace. A bath in the dream is a symbol of a big transformation coming ahead. You must be prepared for this testimony. Making an effort to take a bath means that a person is inviting satanic embargo. If you are taking a hot bath in your dream, this means uncomfortably, and troubles, but also sickness, and loss of beauty are the uncommon signs. If you bath in a flowing river, you will have problems relating with marine and household witchcraft. If you are taking bath with a clean water, it indicates prosperity, long life, good health and progress. However, bathing in a dirty water in your dream is sign that your life is in a state of pollution. This show that you are experience a high level of sinful practice. Kindly use the blood of Jesus to purge out every sin in your life through daily confession. If you were bathing with someone in your dream, such dream might not be a good sign. It signify you are attached to a spirit who is bringing problems on your path. Embark on 3 days prayers and fasting with Psalm 107:20, Psalm 51, Psalm 102, Psalm 118.

    Dream About Bathing, In the physical realm, the purpose of bathing is for personal hygiene. It is a means of achieving cleanliness by washing away dirt’s from the body. In the spirit realm, if you see yourself bathing, it symbolizes purification, cleansing and good health. For example, if a sick person is taking his or her bath in the dream, it shows the word of the Lord is about to bring healing and restoration unto his path. If you dream that a person is peeping at you during bath, it implies you are being watched by enemy. This is an indication that the wall of your protection is broken and this will give rise to the spirit of shame and disgrace. A bath in the dream is a symbol of a big transformation coming ahead. You must be prepared for this testimony. Making an effort to take a bath means that a person is inviting satanic embargo. If you are taking a hot bath in your dream, this means uncomfortably, and troubles, but also sickness, and loss of beauty are the uncommon signs. If you bath in a flowing river, you will have problems relating with marine and household witchcraft. If you are taking bath with a clean water, it indicates prosperity, long life, good health and progress. However, bathing in a dirty water in your dream is sign that your life is in a state of pollution. This show that you are experience a high level of sinful practice. Kindly use the blood of Jesus to purge out every sin in your life through daily confession. If you were bathing with someone in your dream, such dream might not be a good sign. It signify you are attached to a spirit who is bringing problems on your path. Embark on 3 days prayers and fasting with Psalm 107:20, Psalm 51, Psalm 102, Psalm 118.
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  • A Barrow Pusher Became Rich After Public Insults and Abandonment

    Episode 1

    The sun was merciless that afternoon, pouring its heat down like punishment on the busy streets of Onitsha. Chijioke’s skin was browned from years of exposure, his hands calloused from pushing his barrow through tight markets and uphill roads. He had just finished delivering a load of yams to a woman in Ose Market and was making his way back, tired but hopeful. Business had been rough, but today, he had made a little more than usual. It was enough to buy garri, sugar and a little amount to send to his mother in the village.

    As he paused by a roadside kiosk to buy pure water, he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years — sharp, familiar, and once dear.
    “Is that not Chijioke?” the voice echoed.
    He turned, and his heart thudded. Ada. Beautiful, proud Ada. The same Ada he had once given his heart to in their village school. Now she stood radiant in makeup and fancy clothes, flanked by two other girls.

    He smiled awkwardly, lifting his hand in greeting. “Ada, long time—”
    She cut him off with a mocking laugh. “Chijioke! You still dey push barrow? Haba! Na wa o. Look at your mates! They drive cars, they wear suits. And you?” Her friends burst into laughter. One even took out her phone to snap a picture.

    A small crowd began to gather. Traders stopped. Bus conductors paused their chants. People stared. Chijioke’s heart sank. He felt like the ground should open and swallow him.
    “I used to like you before,” Ada continued, “but now I thank God I said no to you. See your life!”

    He stood rooted, too stunned to speak. The bottle of water slipped from his hand. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Instead, he picked up his barrow slowly, nodded once, and pushed it forward. Each step felt like a hundred lashes to his pride. People whispered, others laughed, some just watched. It was the longest walk of his life.

    By the time he reached the edge of the market, his legs were shaking. He veered off the main road, found a quiet spot behind an abandoned shop, and sat on a broken cement slab. For the first time in years, he let the tears come. He cried for his dreams, for his shame, for his father who had died too soon, for the mother whose body was fading from sickness. He cried for being mocked, for being poor, for being helpless.

    But somewhere in the middle of the tears, a thought began to grow. What if this was not the end? What if her insult was a mirror showing him who he’d become — and who he could still be? The pain turned into fire. A quiet vow formed in his heart: They will never laugh at me like this again.

    #worldwide
    #africanfolktales
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    A Barrow Pusher Became Rich After Public Insults and Abandonment Episode 1 The sun was merciless that afternoon, pouring its heat down like punishment on the busy streets of Onitsha. Chijioke’s skin was browned from years of exposure, his hands calloused from pushing his barrow through tight markets and uphill roads. He had just finished delivering a load of yams to a woman in Ose Market and was making his way back, tired but hopeful. Business had been rough, but today, he had made a little more than usual. It was enough to buy garri, sugar and a little amount to send to his mother in the village. As he paused by a roadside kiosk to buy pure water, he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years — sharp, familiar, and once dear. “Is that not Chijioke?” the voice echoed. He turned, and his heart thudded. Ada. Beautiful, proud Ada. The same Ada he had once given his heart to in their village school. Now she stood radiant in makeup and fancy clothes, flanked by two other girls. He smiled awkwardly, lifting his hand in greeting. “Ada, long time—” She cut him off with a mocking laugh. “Chijioke! You still dey push barrow? Haba! Na wa o. Look at your mates! They drive cars, they wear suits. And you?” Her friends burst into laughter. One even took out her phone to snap a picture. A small crowd began to gather. Traders stopped. Bus conductors paused their chants. People stared. Chijioke’s heart sank. He felt like the ground should open and swallow him. “I used to like you before,” Ada continued, “but now I thank God I said no to you. See your life!” He stood rooted, too stunned to speak. The bottle of water slipped from his hand. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Instead, he picked up his barrow slowly, nodded once, and pushed it forward. Each step felt like a hundred lashes to his pride. People whispered, others laughed, some just watched. It was the longest walk of his life. By the time he reached the edge of the market, his legs were shaking. He veered off the main road, found a quiet spot behind an abandoned shop, and sat on a broken cement slab. For the first time in years, he let the tears come. He cried for his dreams, for his shame, for his father who had died too soon, for the mother whose body was fading from sickness. He cried for being mocked, for being poor, for being helpless. But somewhere in the middle of the tears, a thought began to grow. What if this was not the end? What if her insult was a mirror showing him who he’d become — and who he could still be? The pain turned into fire. A quiet vow formed in his heart: They will never laugh at me like this again. #worldwide #africanfolktales #Discipline #nakupenda
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    #WATCH~TABITHA~ MUSIC_VIDEO @:- https://www.youtube.com/@goldflyboy . #Nakupenda #Happiness #tabitha #Goldflyboy #Nowstreaming #Nowwatching
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  • *SUCCESS IS A DECISION!*

    Every day, people make choices.

    *Some are earning*—because they took action.

    *Some are watching*—waiting for the "perfect moment" that never comes.

    *Some are joining*—seeking a breakthrough.

    *Some are leaving*—because they didn’t see results fast enough.

    *Some have joined, but not working*—hoping success will come without effort.

    *Some are confirmed spectators*—always watching, never doing.

    *Some don't know why they joined the group*—lost in indecision.

    *Some joined, but don't know what is happening*—because they never asked or learned.

    *Some joined to copy and paste*—but success isn’t a shortcut, it’s a journey.

    But no matter where you stand today, *ONE THING IS SURE:*

    Success is not about luck.

    Success is not about talent.

    Success is a *DECISION.*

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    *SUCCESS IS A DECISION!* Every day, people make choices. 💥 *Some are earning*—because they took action. 💥 *Some are watching*—waiting for the "perfect moment" that never comes. 💥 *Some are joining*—seeking a breakthrough. 💥 *Some are leaving*—because they didn’t see results fast enough. 💥 *Some have joined, but not working*—hoping success will come without effort. 💥 *Some are confirmed spectators*—always watching, never doing. 💥 *Some don't know why they joined the group*—lost in indecision. 💥 *Some joined, but don't know what is happening*—because they never asked or learned. 💥 *Some joined to copy and paste*—but success isn’t a shortcut, it’s a journey. But no matter where you stand today, *ONE THING IS SURE:* ✅ Success is not about luck. ✅ Success is not about talent. ✅ Success is a *DECISION.* #happiness
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  • 4 months after I was born, my mom went back to University to get her degree. I'm her third child.

    She left me and my siblings with our Dad and paternal grandma and came home only weekends for three years until she finished her degree. She left 3 under-5 and went to pursue her career.

    At 28, she was doing her NYSC and pregnant with her 4th child.
    At 40, she already had her master's degree.

    She has been a civil servant since 1993.

    Now, at 61, she is at the peak of her career. A level 17 officer, Permanent Secretary grade.
    (Edit - Note: in 2023, Delta State increased retirement age from 60 to 65.)

    My aunty who was my mother's secondary mate and got married same year my mother got married, didn't continue with her education like my mom did. She had three children and tried to go back in her 40s when her last child was in secondary school, but she was only able to acquire tc2 (or whatever they call it).

    At the long run.
    My mom raised four successful biological children.
    My aunty raised three successful biological children.

    No, my aunty's children did NOT turn out better just because she gave up career and dreams to raise them.

    If you are measuring success based on wealth and quality and level of education, we are far ahead.

    There are no studies, research or statistics that indicate that children of stay-at-home mothers do better.

    If I could be asked to choose between an illiterate mother who stayed at home throughout my childhood and gave up career just to watch me VERSUS my mother who is a top/senior civil servant at the peak of her career, a boss in the office and boss at home, I would DEFINITELY choose the latter, and I'm glad that the latter is my reality.

    My father told me that he had opportunity to travel to the US or UK when I was just four. He was to travel there for research and enroute into becoming a university lecturer/professor. But he turned down the opportunity because he wanted to be there to watch his children grow every minute.

    Do you know what I told him?
    I told him that he should have gone. Some of my siblings also told him he should have gone. Imagine the children he stayed for telling him that he should have gone.
    My father's colleague who also got same offer went and came back for his family one year later. So, I told my father that leaving his family for a year or two would have been a worthwhile sacrifice to pay for a better future. He should have gone and come back for us a year or two later.

    My father was a very successful man, more educated than my mother and also got to the peak of his career, but not half as successful as he would have been if he had taken some risks, including leaving his children for a year or two.

    Why am I writing all these?

    For those women who abandon their dreams, careers and aspirations because of their children.
    Someday, your children who you abandoned your career for will ask you WHY? They will tell you that you should have pursued your career.

    Like I said, my father sacrificed career progression for us his children.
    My mother did NOT sacrifice career pursuit for anybody.
    While I understand the sacrifice my father made, as a grown adult, I still think my mother made the better choice.

    So, my dear women/mothers, I can tell you that at the long run, your children would be most proud of you if you pursue your career and achieve great career heights.

    I went back to full-time studies January to December 2024. I had my daughter in-between in April 2024. I got an extra degree and with that, I'm applying for jobs and negotiating salaries more than twice my salary in my last job.

    It wasn't easy doing that while nursing a baby, but I did it.

    My children would grow up seeing a strong mommy who didn't abandon her dreams. I want my daughter to know that she should never abandon her dream or chosen career for any reason or anyone.

    I don't want my children to ask me WHY?

    It's not easy combining academic/career and family. But nothing good comes too easily. Just do your best within your power and the opportunity and resources available to you.
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    4 months after I was born, my mom went back to University to get her degree. I'm her third child. She left me and my siblings with our Dad and paternal grandma and came home only weekends for three years until she finished her degree. She left 3 under-5 and went to pursue her career. At 28, she was doing her NYSC and pregnant with her 4th child. At 40, she already had her master's degree. She has been a civil servant since 1993. Now, at 61, she is at the peak of her career. A level 17 officer, Permanent Secretary grade. (Edit - Note: in 2023, Delta State increased retirement age from 60 to 65.) My aunty who was my mother's secondary mate and got married same year my mother got married, didn't continue with her education like my mom did. She had three children and tried to go back in her 40s when her last child was in secondary school, but she was only able to acquire tc2 (or whatever they call it). At the long run. My mom raised four successful biological children. My aunty raised three successful biological children. No, my aunty's children did NOT turn out better just because she gave up career and dreams to raise them. If you are measuring success based on wealth and quality and level of education, we are far ahead. There are no studies, research or statistics that indicate that children of stay-at-home mothers do better. If I could be asked to choose between an illiterate mother who stayed at home throughout my childhood and gave up career just to watch me VERSUS my mother who is a top/senior civil servant at the peak of her career, a boss in the office and boss at home, I would DEFINITELY choose the latter, and I'm glad that the latter is my reality. My father told me that he had opportunity to travel to the US or UK when I was just four. He was to travel there for research and enroute into becoming a university lecturer/professor. But he turned down the opportunity because he wanted to be there to watch his children grow every minute. Do you know what I told him? I told him that he should have gone. Some of my siblings also told him he should have gone. Imagine the children he stayed for telling him that he should have gone. My father's colleague who also got same offer went and came back for his family one year later. So, I told my father that leaving his family for a year or two would have been a worthwhile sacrifice to pay for a better future. He should have gone and come back for us a year or two later. My father was a very successful man, more educated than my mother and also got to the peak of his career, but not half as successful as he would have been if he had taken some risks, including leaving his children for a year or two. Why am I writing all these? For those women who abandon their dreams, careers and aspirations because of their children. Someday, your children who you abandoned your career for will ask you WHY? They will tell you that you should have pursued your career. Like I said, my father sacrificed career progression for us his children. My mother did NOT sacrifice career pursuit for anybody. While I understand the sacrifice my father made, as a grown adult, I still think my mother made the better choice. So, my dear women/mothers, I can tell you that at the long run, your children would be most proud of you if you pursue your career and achieve great career heights. I went back to full-time studies January to December 2024. I had my daughter in-between in April 2024. I got an extra degree and with that, I'm applying for jobs and negotiating salaries more than twice my salary in my last job. It wasn't easy doing that while nursing a baby, but I did it. My children would grow up seeing a strong mommy who didn't abandon her dreams. I want my daughter to know that she should never abandon her dream or chosen career for any reason or anyone. I don't want my children to ask me WHY? It's not easy combining academic/career and family. But nothing good comes too easily. Just do your best within your power and the opportunity and resources available to you. Copied ✍️
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  • So yesterday I kept wondering what the problem with Jeremy was.

    Their school closes by 2 pm. So by 1:30 pm, I was already at Jeremy's school to pick him up so I could take him back home. I parked in front of the school gate, just across the road.

    Jeremy had once told me that his mum always left the key behind so he could pick it up and gain entrance to the house when he returned from school.

    While waiting for him, a young boy waved at me and shouted.

    "Daddy Jeremy."

    He was walking with two other young boys who waved at me in excitement.

    I smiled and waved back. Then quickly called them.

    "Have you seen Jeremy today?" I asked.

    "No sir. He didn't come to school."

    "He didn't?"

    "Yes."

    I thanked them and watched as they left. Well since Jeremy did not come to school, I felt probably he took a day off that day.

    This morning I waited for Jeremy again. I had dressed up very early and was already set to leave the house.

    When it was 6:50 am, and Jeremy didn't show up, I decided to drive to his house to pick him up.

    I got to his house and horned. Then I stepped down to walk to the door.

    I heard Jeremy crying from inside. His mother was seriously shouting at him.

    "So if he is not taking you to school you are not going to school? Is he your father? What is wrong with you? What has he given you to eat. Will you get dressed and go to school now. Are you stup'd? Or is something wrong with you?"

    I paused.

    I knew this whole thing was about me.

    I couldn't knock. I didn't know what her reaction would be next if she sees me.

    I heard running footsteps hitting the floor. I heard hands bagging tables. I heard Jeremy's cries and his mother shouting.

    Suddenly I heard her beating him again.

    "Pick your bags and go to school like other children. Go and join the bus now."

    I turned back, got into my car, and drove off.

    I didn't even know when a teardrop left my eyes.

    I feel hurt today.

    Really hurt.

    Today started out badly for me and not until I am sure Jeremy is fine, I may not be at rest.

    #nakupenda
    #Discipline
    #Chibuzo
    ™ So yesterday I kept wondering what the problem with Jeremy was. Their school closes by 2 pm. So by 1:30 pm, I was already at Jeremy's school to pick him up so I could take him back home. I parked in front of the school gate, just across the road. Jeremy had once told me that his mum always left the key behind so he could pick it up and gain entrance to the house when he returned from school. While waiting for him, a young boy waved at me and shouted. "Daddy Jeremy." He was walking with two other young boys who waved at me in excitement. I smiled and waved back. Then quickly called them. "Have you seen Jeremy today?" I asked. "No sir. He didn't come to school." "He didn't?" "Yes." I thanked them and watched as they left. Well since Jeremy did not come to school, I felt probably he took a day off that day. This morning I waited for Jeremy again. I had dressed up very early and was already set to leave the house. When it was 6:50 am, and Jeremy didn't show up, I decided to drive to his house to pick him up. I got to his house and horned. Then I stepped down to walk to the door. I heard Jeremy crying from inside. His mother was seriously shouting at him. "So if he is not taking you to school you are not going to school? Is he your father? What is wrong with you? What has he given you to eat. Will you get dressed and go to school now. Are you stup'd? Or is something wrong with you?" I paused. I knew this whole thing was about me. I couldn't knock. I didn't know what her reaction would be next if she sees me. I heard running footsteps hitting the floor. I heard hands bagging tables. I heard Jeremy's cries and his mother shouting. Suddenly I heard her beating him again. "Pick your bags and go to school like other children. Go and join the bus now." I turned back, got into my car, and drove off. I didn't even know when a teardrop left my eyes. I feel hurt today. Really hurt. Today started out badly for me and not until I am sure Jeremy is fine, I may not be at rest. #nakupenda #Discipline #Chibuzo
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  • #FAVOUR
    #GODSUNSHINE13

    Perseverance and Resilience

    1. *"Fall seven times, stand up eight."* - Japanese proverb
    2. *"Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going."* - Sam Levenson
    3. *"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."* - Franklin D. Roosevelt

    HOW WELL DO U KEEP PUSHING TO THE TOP??
    #FAVOUR #GODSUNSHINE13 Perseverance and Resilience 1. *"Fall seven times, stand up eight."* - Japanese proverb 2. *"Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going."* - Sam Levenson 3. *"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."* - Franklin D. Roosevelt HOW WELL DO U KEEP PUSHING TO THE TOP??
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  • Be Patient
    *DON'T DRAG THE TRAY!*

    *A man was sent to the annual national convention of his professional body by his company.*

    *The convention was a congregation of about 10,000 people.*

    *During one of the days at the convention, it was time for lunch and people were being served.*

    *This man saw that they were serving people beside him left & right but they were not serving him and the people on his row.*

    *He shouted at the ladies serving and they told him to keep calm that there is enough food for everyone & that it will soon get to his turn.*

    *He watched angrily as they passed the tray containing plates of soup and amala before him again twice without serving him.*

    *When he saw another lady carrying the tray, he stood up angrily & dragged the tray of ewedu soup to take his food by force.*

    *Suddenly, the whole tray containing about 6 plates of soup landed on his head as he dragged the tray from the lady's hands.*

    *His white cloth was stained, soiled and spoilt. Pepper got into his eyes and he was shouting, 'my eyes oo, somebody help me, my eyes oo, pepper in my eyes oo.' Suddenly, he was called to the high table because his company had penciled him down as their resource person for the conversation, following the fact that their much awaited person didn't turn up.*

    *People around him had to drag him out as he could not open his eyes because of the pepper that was still in his eyes. It was a complete show of shame & a reward of impatience.*

    *Dear reader, many of us are like this man; we feel others are already 'eating' success, breakthroughs, fame, popularity, academic excellence, accomplishments and we are yet to be served our own 'food' and we are being tempted to 'drag the tray' and take our own food by force.*

    *Friends, I know waiting ****** is not an easy ******. Atimes we feel our friends have left us behind. Many that we started as single ladies together are now married with children & here we are, still single and no ray of proposal, talk less of marriage.*

    *Some of us, many of our friends that we got married the same year are through with child bearing and here we are, no miscarriage once, talk less of giving birth, and we feel like 'dragging the tray.'*

    *At times, many of us feel that many of our friends that we started work together have left us behind as we see their career blossoming, we feel the only way we can also see our careers validated is to 'drag the tray.'*

    *Friends, be encouraged! The one serving this 'food' of marriage, success, promotion, career breakthrough is not a man. HE is GOD, your Maker!*

    *HE has your own plate of 'food' in HIS tray. At the appointed time, HE will serve you & when you will be eating your own food, those who have eaten before you will watch your mouth as you 'eat' with pleasure.*

    *Don't 'drag the tray.' Don't take short cut. If you get the 'miracle' by 'dragging the tray' you will end up in ridicule as you will later be dragged out in shame as the 'pepper' in your eyes will make the end of your 'miracle' a show of shame.*

    *If you are waiting on man, hmmm it's well with You. But if you are waiting on GOD, your waiting ****** is not a wasted ******!*

    *As We continue this Year, Please Wait on GOD. Your 'food' is closer to you than you think.*

    *THIS YEAR IS FILLED WITH YOUR THANKSGIVING, TESTIMONIES, GRATITUDE, CONGRATULATIONS, AND PRAISES TO THE ALMIGHTY GOD*

    *Therefore:*

    *Don't Drag The Tray!*
    DO HAVE A PLEASANT WEEK AHEAD.
    Be Patient *DON'T DRAG THE TRAY!* *A man was sent to the annual national convention of his professional body by his company.* *The convention was a congregation of about 10,000 people.* *During one of the days at the convention, it was time for lunch and people were being served.* *This man saw that they were serving people beside him left & right but they were not serving him and the people on his row.* *He shouted at the ladies serving and they told him to keep calm that there is enough food for everyone & that it will soon get to his turn.* *He watched angrily as they passed the tray containing plates of soup and amala before him again twice without serving him.* *When he saw another lady carrying the tray, he stood up angrily & dragged the tray of ewedu soup to take his food by force.* *Suddenly, the whole tray containing about 6 plates of soup landed on his head as he dragged the tray from the lady's hands.* *His white cloth was stained, soiled and spoilt. Pepper got into his eyes and he was shouting, 'my eyes oo, somebody help me, my eyes oo, pepper in my eyes oo.' Suddenly, he was called to the high table because his company had penciled him down as their resource person for the conversation, following the fact that their much awaited person didn't turn up.* *People around him had to drag him out as he could not open his eyes because of the pepper that was still in his eyes. It was a complete show of shame & a reward of impatience.* *Dear reader, many of us are like this man; we feel others are already 'eating' success, breakthroughs, fame, popularity, academic excellence, accomplishments and we are yet to be served our own 'food' and we are being tempted to 'drag the tray' and take our own food by force.* *Friends, I know waiting period is not an easy period. Atimes we feel our friends have left us behind. Many that we started as single ladies together are now married with children & here we are, still single and no ray of proposal, talk less of marriage.* *Some of us, many of our friends that we got married the same year are through with child bearing and here we are, no miscarriage once, talk less of giving birth, and we feel like 'dragging the tray.'* *At times, many of us feel that many of our friends that we started work together have left us behind as we see their career blossoming, we feel the only way we can also see our careers validated is to 'drag the tray.'* *Friends, be encouraged! The one serving this 'food' of marriage, success, promotion, career breakthrough is not a man. HE is GOD, your Maker!* *HE has your own plate of 'food' in HIS tray. At the appointed time, HE will serve you & when you will be eating your own food, those who have eaten before you will watch your mouth as you 'eat' with pleasure.* *Don't 'drag the tray.' Don't take short cut. If you get the 'miracle' by 'dragging the tray' you will end up in ridicule as you will later be dragged out in shame as the 'pepper' in your eyes will make the end of your 'miracle' a show of shame.* *If you are waiting on man, hmmm it's well with You. But if you are waiting on GOD, your waiting period is not a wasted period!* *As We continue this Year, Please Wait on GOD. Your 'food' is closer to you than you think.* *THIS YEAR IS FILLED WITH YOUR THANKSGIVING, TESTIMONIES, GRATITUDE, CONGRATULATIONS, AND PRAISES TO THE ALMIGHTY GOD* *Therefore:* *Don't Drag The Tray!* DO HAVE A PLEASANT WEEK AHEAD.
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