May your little be blessed.
May your thoughts be blessed.
May your efforts be blessed.
May your path be blessed.
May your store houses be blessed.
May your mind be blessed.
May the work of your hands be blessed.
May your relationships be blessed. Continue reading
Filed under Ministry, Prayer
Some of the meanest, wicked, most heartless people I have met in my over five decades on this planet have been pastors and ministers of the gospel.
Before you start cursing me, let me finish.
Read Ezekiel 8:5-18, where Ezeliel found great wickedness and sin inside the temple being practiced by the elders of Israel.
Let me tell you a SAD story.
Several years ago, a friend of mine worked with a mega pastor in Lagos for about five years. When he was about to leave, the mega pastor took back his car, ejected him from his apartment with EXTREME PREJUDICE! It was like they were ENEMIES.
The mega pastor lived like an emperor in the best part of town, he owned many luxury cars, had several real estate investments in the city, but he could not allow this young pastor to exit the ministry and start his own ministry in peace.
I have seen some pastors come on the pulpit and lay curses on their associates who wanted to start their own ministry. They would say all kinds of malicious things against them just because they decided to take their destiny into their own hands and step out in faith.
All these pastors who are very good at laying curses also left some other ministries and started their own, why should it be different fot the people who served with them? why should they make life difficult for people who have invested a large portion of their lives growing their ministries?
Why is the heart of man so full of wickedness?
Why can’t you wish another person well and pray for them to rise and fulfill their calling, assignment and purpose?
Why do you lay curses on men and women who served you faithfully for many years?
This is NOT the nature and character of Christ. Continue reading
A Prayer For Peace.
Lord thank you for your word upon which we stand today. Lord thank you for that which you have done for us in the past and what you are doing presently. We are eternally grateful for your unchanging, ever present love in our lives.
Lord I pray for my brother and sister who are going through an emotional, mental, inner battle, those passing through a severe trial that has brought them to a place of hopelessness, Lord give them your peace. Continue reading
Filed under power, Prayer
Lord, thank you for the access I have by the blood of Jesus. Thank you for the Holy Spirit my intercessor who helps me pray with accuracy.
Lord I pray that you will give me the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of you. Lord, flood the eyes of my understanding with your light, that I may know the hope of your calling. Lord, deliver me from every darkness that clouds my mind and my emotions. Deliver me from self-deception, from delusions, from illusions of grandeur, from pride and from lies. Continue reading
A Prayer For You.
May your helpers find you.
May favour surround you, speak for you and defend you.
May your steps be ordered into your destiny of greatness.
May the Lord shine upon you. May his light guide you. Continue reading
In American movies and novels, something evil is always about to destroy the world and an American hero saves the world by stopping it. Such events never happen in Africa. We never see African heroes save the world. We must change this narrative.
I grew up reading African writers series. While I was being taught our traditions, the average American child was taught to think global, was taught to dominate and save the world. Not one protagonist in the African novels I read saved his city, talk less the world.
Read the novels of contemporary African writers and watch our movies, how many African heroes save the world? None. We raised a generation that never saw its heroes saving the world and we wonder why Africa is always being rescued by other nations. We don’t have global heroes.
America programmed us with their movies and books to wait to be rescued by Americans or by James Bond. Where is the African hero who rescues America and Europe from destruction? Is Africa so impoverished that it cannot conceptualize its own heroes who will save the world?
I was in my 30’s when I started thinking global and by then it was already too late. Bill Gates, Mark Zukerberg, Steve Jobs, were thinking global in their teens. They created products to save the world. No wonder their products are global.
America will not create African heroes for us. They prefer we beg them for help, for deliverance, for life itself. We must break free of this curse. We must create our own heroes, in our novels and movies, heroes from Africa who will save the world.
Praise George, May 1, 2020.
Mom and I were at the Saturday market in Epe town. She bought some pepper, onions and spices. Our next stop was the fish market which was by the lagoon. Some fishermen tied their boats to the wooden pier and brought in their catch for the day to the market. We stopped by the table of a young woman selling fish, crabs and snails. Mom pointed at some fish and the fish seller set them aside. While mom haggled with the fish seller, I looked around at the other fish sellers in the market. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed an elderly woman watching me. She regarded me for a while, then she stood up and started walking towards me. As she got closer to me, she kept her gaze on me and it made me uncomfortable. I moved close to mom and held her hand.
The woman came over to where we stood but her eyes never left me. There was something about her eyes. I had seen that look before when I read dad’s books about the southern parts of the country, where the oil companies had damaged the ecosystem, poisoning millions of fish with oil spills, turning fertile farmlands into a dark, depressing, barren wilderness. The woman grinned at me but her eyes were cold, lifeless, like…dead fish.
The woman spoke almost in a whisper. “Good morning.” She pointed her head at me. “Do you know that your daughter is from the sea?”
Mom regarded the woman in silence.
“Do you know that they want her back?”
The fish seller handed over mom’s fish purchase and mom dropped it inside her market bag. Mom gave me a ‘shut-your-mouth look,’ then began walking away from the woman. But the woman followed and caught up with us.
“Is what I am telling you strange?” the woman asked.
Mom looked around to see if anyone was listening to what the woman was saying. Nobody seemed to pay us any attention.
Mom’s face was creased with concern. “Why won’t you people just leave me alone? What do you want from me?” mom asked.
“I do not want anything from you. I wanted to let you know that if you do not return her, there will be consequences,” the woman whispered.
Mom seized the woman by the hand. “Have I not suffered enough? What consequences are you talking about? When will this torment come to an end?”
The woman was silent.
“Please tell me how to stop this. I have suffered a lot because of my daughter. It has been one calamity after another. My husband left me when he found out that she was a gift from the ocean goddess. What should I do?”
The woman regarded mom with some intensity. “Your daughter is too powerful to live with you.”
Mom looked confused. “You keep talking about her powers but she has never shown any powers. She is a normal child,” mom lied. Mom knew I had some powers. She knew this since the day I brought in a squid into the house.
The woman knelt down on one knee so that our eyes were on the same level. “Lara, you speak to fish, don’t you? I know you do. They know you are here. They feel you. They hear you.” She stood up and spread her hands towards the fish market. “Speak to them.” Continue reading
Hello everyone. How was your weekend? I trust all is well with you.
The Lord laid a word on my heart for you today.
In Psalm 27:1, the bible says: the Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear, the Lord is the strength of my life of whom shall I be afraid?
In scripture light refers to wisdom, clarity and direction. The Lord is our wisdom. Wisdom is the ability to create solutions, to birth products and services which will bring value to the marketplace and reward you with money. Wisdom is the ability to come up with brilliant ways to do your job and to accomplish your assignment. Wisdom is the creative faculty of God at work in your mind. Continue reading
What Exactly Do You Want?
In Mark 10:46-52, we read the story of Blind Bartimaeus. The Lord was coming out of Jericho, surrounded by his disciples and a large crowd. Bartimaeus sat by the road side begging for alms. When he heard that it was the Lord passing by, he shouted, ‘Yeshua, son of David, have mercy on me.’
The people who were closest to him warned him to keep quiet. They saw his condition, they saw that he needed help, they knew that the master was nearby and could help him, yet they told him to keep quiet. They weren’t the one who would heal him. They weren’t the one who would deliver him. They weren’t the one he was reaching out to, yet they warned him to be quiet.
The multitude can be dangerous. The multitude can be heartless. The multitude can shut the door to the supernatural and the miraculous in your life. The multitude are insensitive to the cry of the poor, the weak, the helpless, the hopeless. The multitude move in whatever direction the wind blows. Do not follow the multitude or allow the multitude to hinder your faith.
This man was reaching out to Yeshua by faith, but the multitude wanted to crush his faith. This man wanted a touch from the Lord, but the multitude imposed itself on him and tried to shut him down. But the man rebelled against their witchcraft. Instead of keeping silent he shouted the more, he reached out the more. He refused to allow anyone shut down his faith. He cried out to the Lord, ‘Son of David, have mercy on me.’ Continue reading
Filed under power, Teaching
Uche Okpara came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Shade regarded her with suspicion as she changed into her clothes. ‘What are we going to do?’ she asked.
Uche regarded Soleye who was groaning in pain. She bent down and examined his wound. ‘He will live,’ she said. She entered the bathroom, searched the closet and found a first-aid kit. She brought out a small scissors. Shade regarded her with suspicion as she returned with the scissors and moved in the direction of Soleye.
‘What do you want to do with that?’ she asked.
Uche stood for a moment in contemplation. She cut a strip of cloth from the bed sheet she discarded and turned to Shade. ‘Don’t just stand there, make yourself useful.’ Shade stood there not knowing what Uche wanted to do.
‘Help me lift him to a sitting position and rest his back on the wall.’
Moments later Uche admired the work of her hands. Soleye was bound hand and foot like a goat about to be sacrificed on an evil altar. He opened his eyes and saw the ladies standing over him. ‘You ladies don’t know what you are playing with,’ he smirked. ‘If anything happens to me you will be haunted down until you are disposed like animals.’
Suddenly Uche stepped forward and slapped him hard. He fell and hit his head on the floor. Blood oozed from his mouth. ‘Pick him up,’ Uche instructed Shade. Soleye was placed back in a sitting position. He spat out the blood in his mouth and laughed. ‘Before this night is over you will beg me for death but I will not grant your request.’ He turned his attention to Shade. ‘If you know what is good for you, remove these restraints and let me go and I will allow you keep your pretty face for your boyfriend,’ he threatened.
Shade turned to Uche. ‘I think we should let him go. I don’t want to be involved in this. I can’t do…’
‘Shut up!’ Uche said, cutting Shade off. ‘Your chattering is driving me nuts. I need to think.’
Uche tore another piece of the bed sheet and tied Soleye’s mouth. ‘That should keep you silent.’ She looked around the room and her eyes rested on the door which led to the other room. She opened the door and stepped into the room. Shade followed her.
‘What are you doing?’ Shade asked.
Soleye’s bloodshot eyes followed them.
There were occultic materials strewn across the room. There was a safe in the left hand corner. Uche stepped over the objects on the floor and knelt before the safe. She pulled at the handle. It opened. She looked inside the safe and turned back to Shade. ‘You should see this,’ she said with a smile. Shade bent down and took a peek into the safe. It was filled with bundles of dollar bills.
‘My God!’ she stepped back.
Uche regarded the money for a moment. ‘This is our reward for what that beast tried to do to us.’ She stood up, went into the bedroom and returned with a small briefcase. She threw the case open before the safe, knelt down and began to fill it up with money.
‘What are you doing?’ Shade asked.
‘What does it look like I am doing?’ Uche continued loading the briefcase. It seemed like the case wouldn’t contain all the money. ‘Make yourself useful and find me another case.’
Shade did not move.
Uche raised her voice. ‘Are you deaf? Why are you still standing there? I said you should get me another case from the bedroom,’ Uche said.
‘I can’t do this…this is wrong. This is stealing,’ Shade said.
Uche set the case aside and stood up from the floor. She regarded Shade in annoyance. ‘Let me tell you what is wrong. What is wrong is that diminutive man using charms to bring us to his house without our consent. It is called kidnapping and it is a crime, punishable by law. What is wrong is that evil man trying to use us both for a ritual but somehow we survived it. What is wrong is being drugged, stripped naked, placed on top of his bed and doing God knows what to me. What is wrong is this man touching my body without my permission and trying to rape me. That is what is wrong.’ She picked up a bundle of dollar notes. ‘This money is God’s way of compensating us for the horrors we were subjected to at the hands of Soleye. This isn’t wrong,’ she waved the money at Shade’s face. ‘This is the right thing to do to him. We will take every note in this safe and when we are done here, I will leave him my calling card, a small gift to make him remember me. The next time he sees me coming, that is if he lives through tonight, he will cross over to the other side of the road and scurry away like a scared animal.’ Continue reading