HOW WE GOT OUR FIRST KEYBOARD.

We were a church of 10-15 members on paper. 20 was a big number back in December 2014 when started holding Sunday services.

We had no capital nor savings just our faith that God called us to start a church.

Anyone who have had to embark on such a journey before would understand how every little instrument we have is a point for testimony.

We once held a special thanksgiving service just for finding a place for worship on Sundays. Yet it was not our own in too many ways.

So believe me when I tell you that the testimony I’m about to share with you is grand in many ways to all concerned.

Maybe you need to read this in fact, especially if you’re currently working on anything “by faith”.

Coming from the background I just shared, good music (emphasis on good) has been a luxury to us in King Heritage Church.

We mastered the art of corporate clapping,foot tapping and whistling during praise sessions.

We mastered the use of rented keyboards and drum sets to paying amateur keyboardists and drummers. Yet neither the instruments nor the instrumentalists were good. Both demanded our money. We willing gave. Still we had no good music.

Precisely May 2016. I got a word. Psalm 150.

At this time I’d become tired of our state of boring music and mastering substandard methods.

Church as a body had become tired of karaoke praise sessions as well.

We needed a break.

I didn’t know how and somehow, I suspect, I’d become resigned to the lack and felt it was God’s will.

Until I came across the scripture and realised God wanted us to have musical instruments. He wants all the works in music too!

We were doing nothing wrong by desiring a better music experience for our services.

I was overjoyed!

The next service I excitedly shared my revelation with the church. Then took action by leading an effective prayer of faith – declaring the authority in the word ( Psalm 150) and demanding the receipt of our musical instruments.

We thought about it and concluded keyboard is where to start. So we began calling our Keyboard by name every service after that when we pray.

I’d gone to town and checked the particular one we wanted and made a ridiculous down payment for it (less than 15% of the total price).

We started declaring last week of May 2016. By last week in June we had our Keyboard in church!

Until then, every offering or savings we could make couldn’t get us past 50% instalment. We kept declaring and thanking God for our keyboard anyway.

Suddenly from no where a sister and friend living abroad contacted me and said she felt led to give me some cash. I told her the amount I needed to complete our keyboard payment. She agreed and sent it.

Trust the mega thanksgiving we had in church the next service when I shared the testimony.

That was how a church that couldn’t afford good music took delivery of her own ” paid in full” keyboard.

See, we had languished in that want for months.

It has cost us many first timers and unchurched who couldn’t get past the “boring music ” factor.

We were at no where near what we wanted.

Yet we had it all the while we just couldn’t see it.

Soon as we saw, we acted and our decision led to our deliverance.

Friend there’s something about “sight” that’s beyond the usual.

This is why I’d like to share the little I’ve learnt so far about “The Power of Sight ” with you in the next few days. Particularly because July is around the corner again and it’s our month in KHC for the next level. Come 2nd we shall open up the month , the next half of the year and the beginning of our own new year with our vision casting mission strengthening meeting #RaiseTheStandard . An impartation service with Pastor Tunde Akinyemi. Then move fully into the Enterprise Empowered Sundays where Jimi Tewe, Debola Deji-Kurunmi, Olumide Oyedeji and my humble self will be used of God to inspire a new generation of young, creative and enterprising adults for significant change in our communities and nation at large. 9,16,23 and 30th July,2017.

No one arrives anywhere significant without a clear picture of where “there” is. Some times you may find no words to describe it but you know it cause you’ve “seen” it. I’m a woman driven and still being driven by vision. As we prepare for July (call this my own testimony time)let me talk to you about “The Power of Sight”. God has brought me this far, I intend to pull as many with me as I can till we all get “there”.

So let’s pick it up from here tomorrow, shall we?

Thank you for reading.

 

I spoke at length to someone today about my vision on #projecteducate as it concerns certain ministry arms of the government.

After taking me through all the bureaucracy, red tapism and the horrendous paper – walks” involved. He asked me a question : but what’s your motive for doing this?

P.erhaps if he had asked using another word such as lwhy” rather than “motive”. I’d have gone into my endless “yearnings” and blown him up with my innate passion to build up our nation and continent. Particularly equipping women to function maximally in their God given roles.

However having been around Nigerians for some decades now and living in the state I currently reside for the past four years. I’ve learnt a thing or two about ¬†that word :”motive”.

I’ve got to pick my words tentatively to see what exactly I’m meant to answer for him.

It could mean :

” madam, what’s in it for the boys, get to the point quickly ”

Or

“Madam, I don’t trust you, you just want to come and chop like any others ”

Or

” I don’t get you. Are you crazy or less busy?”

 

I blurted out : look, I’m a missionary, Impact is important to me.

Then I went on to describe to him how I’ve done this in different sectors ( particularly commerce) in the state since I arrived and how I’ve volunteered severally without seeking for cause or profits.

He nodded, ended our conversation ( I must have given him an answer) and I left.

However that question left with mr.

Starting with this :

Why can’t people believe in good anymore?

Must there be something for something – in the context of nothing goes for nothing?

Ah! The decadence.

It’s why I got robbed of my dignity while volunteering at the NGO I first served when I arrived in this state.

The idea that I just want to serve humanity was impossible to swallow so co- workers came up with all sort of vices just to see me outta the door! Before I comman spoil market for dem.

Friendship with the opposite sex must have sexual benefits.

Asking questions about the quality of service given you must be tantamount to being a traitor – eve if the service has been totally washed down,short of being corrupt.

Government parastatals expect something for anything not considering they are supposed to encourage the vice versa.

I have tried.

True to me however, I began to ask and soul search myself :

But Seun,what’ s your motive?

After a brief “dip” inside, here is what I found.

My motive is soul winning.

Why Pray ?

Would you like to start, have or enjoy a sizzling “fellowship” with God? Prayer isn’t some boring school of “spirituality” many of us have made of it. Prayer in fact is merely an English word,usable grammatically anywhere most especially in court,while making a case or to plead a cause for yourself with a higher rank. But you see,for us as children of God,Prayer means fellowship. In more congenial sense it means “companionship;spending time with… ” . There are several ways you can pray as well as different kinds of prayer but what you won’t find is an iota of dull moment with God once you learn to ” carry ” His presence through fellowship . You truly can enjoy God’s heaven on earth. Here are excerpts from what I shared in service yesterday. Why pray? When the purpose of a thing is unknown,abuse is inevitable. Many of us do not lack the ability to pray,what we lack is the knowledge to pray. Once the purpose of a thing is known,light comes,instant energy is released and such thing can come to its full potential. So are we when we truly understand “why pray”. I’d try to give you in three compact sentences and briefly explain. 1 . God needs you. The journey of coming to the fulfilment of your purpose on earth is in fact a partnership between you and God. “God’s will be done on earth as it’s in heaven” won’t happen if you’re not going to be loyal to Him. See this: “For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth,to show himself strong on behalf of those who are loyal to Him..” 2Chronicles 16:9. 2. It is required of you . This partnership that we are talking about is contractual. The basic law of contract is that for an agreement to be binding,both parties must each fulfil an agreed requirement. Here’s God’s term : ” if ” my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and PRAY… ” 2Chronicles 7:14 Jesus taught them why men “must” PRAY and not faint..Luke 18:1 3. It’s your only connection. There’s an approved line of communication between God and man. It’s called prayer. Though Hebrews 11:6 states that ” without faith,it is impossible to please God. For he who comes to God must believe that he is and that he is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him”. Faith boosts our network connection ;WiFi..3g..capital edge or otherwise. Thus our varying degrees of results depends on the strength of our connection . One thing our heavenly father however made sure we have is His “direct” line(Jesus) to call. Have you called home lately? Prayer is one topic I’m most fascinated about. More so because I don’t think it’s a topic, I see it as a journey in God! Really excited to be sharing on this in church (hopefully throughout this month of May) . Do enjoy a fruitful week praying anyhow! #Justpray. I remain humbly yours truly. @seundavolurinde .

COLOR CODING,COLOR BLOCKING OR COLOR RIOTS!

COLOR CODING,COLOR BLOCKING OR COLOR RIOTS!

I woke up one day and found someone walking down the street having all the colors of christmas on,then some more!Alarming.cos it wasn’t even Christmas..and even on a christmas day you are NOT allowed to wear that.

So I took a yawning look at this fellow and realise to my sudden amusement: its the ‘in’ swag.As of today.

I smiled,walked into my closet and remembered growing up…
All I had to learn when I needed to dress up was :what colors go with what?

Heck you don’t even need that anymore,today.Seem to me like the more riotous you could get the better and more ‘fashion forward’ you are.Today you could even win an award for it.Something you dare not do some decades ago if you don’t want to suffer the grief of a social outlaw.lol!

Well I’m so amused to announce to you that today you’ve got NOT to teach your kids how blacks and whites are universal colors.And anything could go on it.If that’s all you got friend you can kiss trend talks with your teens good bye.

You need to learn all the new shades of green,red,purple and orange.Today’s universal colors.you’ve got to learn how to match up all those with blue,pink,beige,burgundy and much more.

Yes things got a little bit more complicated.

Well I had to go someplace where am not known as a fashionista but as a customer.Simple.
So I picked my dark brown double butt pocket pants,cream blouse with multi colored embellshments.Red droopy ear rings and red colored pumps.No red bag,I went with cool brown medium sized clutch.
I was set.

now color coding or not I felt good in that collection.nonetheless sometime ago I’d have ‘jeje-ly’ stayed with cream and brown all through.

So color riots,color blocking,color coding.It’s all in the name.
Whenever you need to pull out a collection from your closet,all you need do is remember who you are,what you’ve got and where you are going.

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SHAWN
2012

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A set up for a come back!

Would be so nice to be back..

 

….

I know I’ve missed writing here. However like most “travelling” writers such as I, be sure I’d definitely make it worth the wait. Err..you’ve been waiting haven’t you? *smiles*

Yes I’m on my way back and when I do, it will be with so much “gists” you can’t ¬†wait to read.

P.S:Thanks for loving me all the same. I love you too.

 

 

“A TALE OF FRIENDS” (1)

Lilian Ekeh, Mutiat Ajadi, Uche Obi-Orumgbe,Lorreta Osuji,Andero Bunmi (in mrs Nwosa’s voice),this Ghanian girl I can’t remember her name now (Caroline Lamptay!) Myself – Seun Oladapo..then came Obianuju Ihekwere.
Mrs Nwosa,class teacher
JSS 1 white,LAGGS.

Fate brought us all together into that half fenced,concrete floored class room. The fourth on the block and the beginning of the “not so cool girls” side of the block.. Soon we’d be judged by our academic prowess,IQ,choice of career,tertiary institutions we attend,marital status and geographical locations..
BUT first, JSS 1 white..our stories began..

*Mutee (as I like to spell your name),dearest..I can’t say good bye. I don’t know how to. I’ve cried,wept,I’ve wailed.. at different times of the days and nights since the news,nothing seem to stop the tears. I’m trying..trying to face the present but it seem “not fair!”. I keep skipping to glimpses of the future ..and plunging back to the past. I don’t want to say goodbye..
Mutee..darling,walk with me back in time again.. to JSS 1 White.

(2)
I resumed that faithful morning to Jss1 Purple,as I’ve been earlier placed. Soon news came that a list of us were to be ‘displaced’ to other classes. I was placed in JSS 1 White. Skipping two other classes from purple. Not many of us liked it. I didn’t. However like everyone of us I had no choice. It was later rumoured or claimed – I was too old for Purple class. Soon we’d all come to know Purple as the most prestigious class in the entire school.
Long after we’ve been gone,I realised however,if I was placed in that class for my age,why was I older than 80% of them..Mutee being one?

Anyway..I gallantly moved my personal belongings to JSS 1 White,not being much of a rambustious person,I quietly settled down. To the distaste of the soon to be most wonderful..fun loving yet smart,kindhearted and never ending girlfriends I’d have.

Lorreta Osuji made life a living hell for me,Uche Obi-Orumgbe was her ‘wing gal’ at preying me. Caroline was a silent co-hort,Lilian was mostly amused . Andero Bunmi was the most unserious annoying human-girl I knew (a factor that soon endeared her to me among many) Muti..Mutiat as we’d call her then..she I remember with that never ending ‘jestful’ teasing laughter!
She’d make any joke seem 3 times funnier than it actually was. Yet she’s the first to back out when a mischief turns ‘hurtful’ or ‘unfair’.
One thing I could never fault those young ladies for then and now,is pretense. I didn’t like my transfer to White..but I met the most awesome girlfriends of all times in that class I wouldn’t change for the world. And when I count my blessings I count mrs Nwosa ,our class teacher, twice!

*Mutee..do you even remember our first ‘hello’..did it even matter to us anymore after all the years? Could our parents get between us? I still haven’t told mummy about you. I’ve made myself unavailable for any courier info services as to where you are ..what’s happened to you..and endless similar enquiries I’ve got since Saturday. Others can do it.. For now,I just reminisced our first ‘hello’.

(3)
Uche was the ‘fairy’ princess *smiles* the last time I saw her,she still is..quite ‘prettysome’. Lol. Lilian,smart studious and gentle. Bunmi,boisterous and industrious. Lorreta,prettiest smile ,quite obvious jaw (we nicknamed her Lori-jaw! Lol)she turned out to be one of the most sweetest girl I knew all through secondary school. Caroline..where in the world is that girl? ( She went back to Ghana). Obianuju..by the time Uju joined us,I was part of the ‘crew’. We teased, played tricks and ‘hate’ on her till we were tired. Uju never bulged,never caved in,she was a one girl army who prided herself a lot on her ‘flat chest’ than we cared to challenge her to any duel. Uju was generous. A rich kid with absolutely no airs. We all bonded,threw down our swords and made up. Through Mr.Johnson’s lesson days,garri and ofio parties..cultural dance presentations..dramas,”fash par” (lol) and many many squabbles that were never unresolved. We soon beat our counterparts in other classes through our academic prowess,we won our seats in the prestigious side of school as we were promoted to Jss 2 PURPLE.
Muti,myself and Obinauju. Our friendship waxed stronger. Jss 2 Purple was where we met Chinelo. Another interesting girl in my life.

*Mutee.. It was in this class we experienced many ‘girly’ secrets. Lol..I still remember how proudly you proved to me you now had “the sign” of maturity..what crazy need ..haha..lol! But to us then,just to graduate from “bra-tops” to actual “bras” was something..! Hian..how the years have passed. I remember your first pregnancy,you’d come over to my place at Ikorodu then and we’d gist about “growing babies” (I was already mom of 1)..
I made you up for your wedding..dressed you..all with my then big tommy (pregnant with my first)
You believed in me,make up wasn’t totally your thing but you’d have ME to do it.
We weren’t sisters..we weren’t friends..we were more than both!
WHY did you leave me without a warning? No goodbyes..?

We Are Mothers not Martyrs (2)

Growing up as little african girls we are taught women own ALL the chores in the house. Your inability to carry out those ‘house chores’ is treated like a disease in fact. Little wonder we grow up to become competing “little” women- I can do housework better than you becomes the new race. So much so some even take that as far as child rearing! Wo-men p-lease. Where lies your pride? Who took your relevance? What in the world happened to your PURPOSE? ‘Cos as sure as God is alive you have one too! God told Adam to “tend” the garden and gave ‘you’ to him as help. You are HIS help,NOT ‘house’ help. Whatever he does,help HIM do it. His purpose wasn’t to tend,that’s mere instruction for living. Man’s purpose was to dominate the earth,that’s yours too woman.
Our peculiarities,giftings and bends are what define our rulership on earth.
We clean the toilet because we need it clean for our use,but the ‘use’ of the toilet is not to be cleaned.
Your purpose in life is beyond ‘house chores’ though having a home must come with such ‘benefits’. You are way more than what you’ve been programmed to be. Quit competing for the wrong crown.

Seriously what were you made for? What’s the solution your life was meant to profer?
As women we have moved from finding God..to seeking man’s acceptance.
Eve really should have listened to God herself,not go off to some ‘other’ sneaky,sliming ‘old wife’ to take instructions and corrections which eventually led to her deception!
Stop cleaning up just to “meet up to standards”. Stop stifling your kids just so they “fit” in to someone’s beliefs or social strata.
There’s so much we can do at every given time but we don’t have to do it ALL by ourselves. The Proverbs 31 woman had MAIDS and she got all the praise for it because she knew how to ASSIGN. As women we are multi-tasking,with certain innate leadership skills. Work on it. Learn to delegate,seek and accept help,ask your husband sweetly. (What do you think P.31 had all that “law of kindness” gigs going on on her tongue for?)
Honor your husband,submit to him no man wants a woman with no strengths to submit! Your “take home to mama” qualities must be beyond she cooks,cares and can bear children.
Rise up woman to God’s measure of you. Let His wisdom guide you. Serve your home,love your man with all diligence but do so as “as unto the Lord”.
Children though sweet to have can wear the living daylight out of you. I remember someone used to say to her kids,I’m not mummy for today.lol! Years down the line I’ve come to judge her less as a bad mom (yes,don’t we all judge?). Yep today I wish I could tell mine “hey let’s say you or your brother plays mommy today..”(To be continued)

I know a woman,who works 9-5 everyday of the week, gets home 8pm and starts dinner.
Wait a minute. I know not just a woman,I know quite a bunch!
They are mega ‘chores’ stars in their own rights. They know all the corners of work to be done at home and without, their clock never stops.
Maybe you’d know a thing or two about them too. You are probably one if you are reading this.

You wake up stifling a protest right before it sees the light of day just like you. Its not yet dawn but you can still hear the kids’ morning school bells all the same. God forbids that your child be called ‘late’.
You’d brush up,scrub up,wash down,kneel down..
All the ups and downs of the morning having nothing to do with you until its 15 minutes to running late for your job! Kids are set,hubby is now honking,it’s time to go.
One of the chores you must learn to do this weekend is how to do your make ups faster. You mentally note.
The weekend comes and you suddenly realise why that little improvement on you still hasn’t been done. Laundries and loads of home works later,you are totally blue for church.
I don’t blame you if you are reading this sis.. You thought right when you felt this piece might just have been written for you.
I came home one day to discover I’ve been robbed. Someone took my relevance and almost,trained a martyr out of me..

(To be continued)

Beyond White and Black

Life is beyond black and white. There are different (oh so different) shades of grey to it!
I can’t help imagining how many shades or hues of testimonies people have about life. While all you see is every kind of ‘gloom’ someone else is all kinds of ‘glee’.
Can you imagine all of us being born with the proverbial ‘silver spoon’? I tell you none would still be contented or as happy as other. From the beginning the creator of heaven and earth made us so. Man AND Woman He made us. Each with his own DNA to propagate the earth. Colour,shapes and fingerprints NONE alike! Yet we just want to make life about whites..and blacks..?
I say it’s folly.

It’s folly to see life from your bend and then absolutely assume everyone can see exactly what you see. Same folly it is that makes a Man and a Woman in Marriage come together as one expecting the other to be exactly tailor made to the description IN YOUR HEAD.

Wait a minute bro no one knows you unless you tell. No one gets you sis till you can express your innermost,sometimes tangled beyond logic,emotions.
Would you quit judging every end you see until you’ve heard all parties and all ‘shades’ concerned..no matter how apparent the case may be..?

I’ve one too often found myself in situations I once made myself a judge of only to ‘see’ differently when life turned its beam on me.
Hmmm..
As for life.. I have seen dark,experienced night. Sometimes it beamed its whites,the greys are held at bay. Yet sometimes you look back,you glance forward and you can neither say its black nor white..grey has come.
Still the sky though grey..will sometimes shine it rays,colourfully bright as The Rainbow. Have Faith my dear.

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