Go Muyi.....it's your birthday!

People of God......come and join me sing hallelujah, where do i start my thanksgiving o?

How do I begin to count my blessings?

Some years back a baby boy was  born to non-virgin Mary, who already had two kids. Her joy was full and breasts engorged, ready to feed that young body of mine.  From those tiny days to this day, God has been faithful.

I remember how some family and friends said my head was big, tossing my "ogo" at every opportunity they got. From those days of disproportionate head to body size, to this very proportional days, God has been  faithful.

I absolutely remember the day I set my foot in boarding house in 1994, the puppy look on my face when my proprietress -whom I feared so much- yelled at me, to return to my bunk, stopping me from waving goodbye to my mum who just dropped me off at the hostel. My Pillow was bleeding tears by morning. From that yell to this day, God has been faithful.

How can I forget the first time I got infatuation mixed up for love, senior class got me tripping. chai! puberty is not beans o. From those days of butterflies in my tommy to finding my proverbs 31 woman,  God has been faithful.

Abeg how could I forget my years in medical school, for those 8 birthdays I celebrated engrossed in medicine, to this day when I strive to be one of the best in the profession. God is still faithful.

From my very first breath to this present hour, God is faithful to HIs promises concerning me and I am forever thankful. Happy birthday to me.

Kindly drop your comment on what you know about me and share with those I might have met in this journey of life.

Our wedding party....

Okay, okay.....so  our wedding party is about to go down here in the capital of Lagos.

Dr & Mrs Oyemuyiwa  Opatola hereby invite you to their marriage blessing and thanksgiving holding at: First baptist Church ikeja
                  1 Church street, off Olowu street,
                  Ikeja, Lagos.
                  Date: 7th February 2015

                  Time: 12:00pm ( if you like come AM, you go clean seat)

Wedding party follows immediately at:
                  Our Place event center,
                   7 Olufunmilola Okikiolu street,
                    Off Toyin street, Ikeja, Lagos.

Dress code:
                      Men: English with a touch of Red or Gold
                      Ladies: Red dress (you can spray that with gold too)
                   
                      For those who no like Oyinbo dressing  (Native);
                       Men: White with red or gold cap
                       Women: White with red or gold gele.

NB: I no dey sell any aso ebi, so help yourself look like our colors.

It's a celebration of what the lord has done for us. 

The day i said "I do" to my best friend.

          The 2nd day of the month of October 2014 would forever be remembered by the world, well if not the whole world, by our own world. It's the day I took the step of faith with my "bestie". The day we took our vows and made an eternal commitment to loving each other till death do us part.

I picked my cousin and baby, sister-in-law, my barrister paddy and Mrs Opatola to be; straight we went to the registry.

Let's go there

         I don't know how people take such vows without praying and having days of solitude to think about the commitments they are about to make. For me it was different, palpitations, unprovoked sweating and blinking like a fish characterized my walk into that courtroom; this was blended with a deep sense of my creator's endorsement of this move.

Sealed, signed and delivered 

          We had dreams of having such a small wedding, straight to the matter and without the whole paraphernalia that accompanies the "owambe" weddings of the present day Nigerian society. This was a dream come true for us. The edge had been taken off, the best that Owambe can put on us now is a marriage thanksgiving and reception. whew! Happy us. Anyways, we exchanged our vows before God and man. A Chinese reception followed, the marital journey has continued till this day.

NB: Church Blessing/ thanksgiving and reception comes up Feb 7th 2015

"A good marriage is a union of two souls seeking the good of each other, bound by God" 

                                                                                                                      ~Dr Opatola

Wow! Not posted anything in year.

     My good Lord! Life can't be this boring that i have not shared a single post on my blog in a year, On the contrary, it's been a very eventful one year for me and mine or is it me and mines's? *the English tire me*.

What a great privilege to be alive and well "no be my power o...." God has been just too faithful.

Within this year, i'm

-Married to my bestfriend
-Done with my medical internship
-Serving my country in the state of my choice *didn't want to serve sha* I feel too old for service thanks to spending 9yrs in medical school. You have to be lucky to see a pic of me wearing the uniform. Moving on.
-I'm thankful that my 1st nephew and numerous 2nd cousins came to the world within this same year.

What are you thankful for? feel free to share with moi.....catch ya.

In the last days....last days as a house officer (may 2014)

What started as a fresh graduate of medicine walking into the four walls of a teaching hospital in Nigeria, is about coming to an end. This process has led to the production of a medical officer......produced by a system that leaves more to be begged for.

My write up about the Nigerian health sector would definitely be for another day *sadface*, today i'll be talking about something entirely different and strange to me.

I'm sure a lot of my colleagues are used to this, but for me, this is totally new.

Pediatrics happened to be my last posting during my 1yr internship period and I went into it with all the zeal i got left.Well,  a patient's mother decided to go beyond liking the way I work to liking the way I talk and then liking the way I walk *if u know what I mean*. 

The symbol of my calling.

On discharge of her "pikin" (kid) she decided to put a letter into my hands, the note I received gave me a brief epistle of her past history with men...... How she likes me as a person..... How she ain't asking me to be her lover *see gobe*.. *clearsthroat* and ending with what do I think? What do I think?!  "madam you are married" I thought to myself,  with two kids sef.

For the remaining part of the 24hrS prior to her going home with her ward,  I avoided her like a plague.  My attempt to evade her and "jejely " drive home was aborted when I sighted her on my way out of the hospital....... To be continued....

Winner by default

Life has a way of playing out itself. From your first race as a sperm to meet with that one single egg. You where destinatined to be a winner , let no man tell you otherwise.

I woke up this morning and all I could see was the hand of the one who knew me before my creation guiding my path, leading my way. Nothing I do is by chance, He knows my name.

Where ever you step into today or in the coming weeks, know this one thing for sure-you were destined to win. Just give your creator the driver's seat of your life. Go and prosper.

Good to Fly

     Hello folks, long time no talk. A lot has happened since the last time I put pen to paper *pen to paper indeed* . Now a qualified and certified doctor, took my 1st flight in recent memory, *clears throat* was told i flew as a child, of which i have no memory of. Just wanna share the pics i took of the skies, everything looks good from above men.

 don't remember cloud names, but i loved what my eyes saw.

LASTMA and I

stuck between  been lazy and watching a Chelsea vs juventus match, i must apologize for not completing this horrible experience of mine in the hands of men who remind me of my secondary school uniform. Well back to the story. My continuous beg of this officer was beginning to annoy me from the very core of my being.

I walked away from this dude to flip through my phone, frantically thinking of who I could call to rescue me from this early morning scavenger. There it was, my lawyer friend's number. Dialed his number hoping he'll have a contact to redeem me from this zombie. Ring upon ring but not a soul spoke from the other side. What other options do I have? i thought to myself. Confused on what to do, i stumbled on the camera icon on my phone. There it was, my redemption or so i thought.

I instantly proceeded to making a video of the road and my car on it, revealing the fact that there was no single road sign to indicate that it was a one way. On sighting the action I resulted into, the bells in his head went ding dong. He went on to say "iru e(your type), wetin you think say you dey do? I don meet your type before and I will teach you a lesson" He called his junior officer (the dude with the black stripes beside him), gave him my keys as they both hopped in and I still furiously snapping and recording behind in the owners corner.

They suddenly changed their mind on arrival of their tow truck and they decided to tow a car that could have been driven driven.

LASTMA and I: An experience no one should have.

       
          To say that most of the Lagos state traffic management authority (LASTMA) officials on the streets of Lagos are touts would be an under statement.On the 24th of October 2012 at about 6:00am in the morning, i drove on this road (picture above) in Yaba, I was driving round this part of town after many years of studies in Benin. I innocently drove out of the motor park located in the heart of Yaba, opposite the Neuropsychiatric hospital in Yaba, driving on the left side of the dual carriage way you see above, thinking it was a normal road.
            I was intently looking out for any road signs on this road, so as to prevent me from falling into the pepper soup of the new lagos traffic laws I had heard of while still far away in Erediawa's kingdom. After cross checking the road I proceeded to drive through as planned. To my utmost surprise, on getting to the end of this road, there erupted LASTMA official with spikes in his hand, setting them at my back wheel Tyre, ready to suck the life out of it. He ordered me to switch off the engine and hand over my keys.

          I did as he commanded and stepped out of my time beaten student ridden 97 Honda"bulldog" and gently proceeded to begging him from the depth of my being, telling him there were no road signs to indicate that this road was a Oneway road. He ignored me and asked me to talk to an area boy (crony), who would tell me how to bail out my car. The street boy asked how much i had, I said: " 500 Naira pere lo wa lowo mi (I have 500 Naira only), street boy:"she o ni ATM?" Me: "Baba ko si owo kan kan ni ibe (baba, no money there)" Street boy: " U never ready collect your car" walks away from me.

I went back to beg this official till about 7am, with no results. At this point, the mini journalist in me was already boiling. 

To be continued............

THE NEW OSHODI OF LAGOS MAINLAND

The shoprite in Ikeja city mall has officially become the modern oshodi of lagos. check out pictures of the place on the 24th of December. Money still dey this we country o.

Nigerian Girl, Nnenna Eronini hits 6ft at Age 11

Nnenna Eronini

Nov 7, 2011 - A London based young Nigerian girl by the name of Nnenna Eronini has reached an amazing 6ft height at the age of 11.

As seen from the above photo, she is almost as twice as tall as her classmates.

In fact, the youngster is at least 14in taller than any other girl in her Year Eight class.

Her Mum Christiana, 44, East London — who is just 5ft 7in — said: “She isn’t self-conscious about it at all.”

Nnenna, now 12, hopes to become a catwalk model. No doubt she’ll reach the top.

She is definitely going to be a giant if she continues growing at this rate

Photo by : Kevin Sandland Photography. Culled from Nijagists.com

A Rat and I

All day for the thief and one day for the owner is a statement that has gone round the world and back. Life has a way of teaching us lessons and today is one of the days life chose to seat me down. A street rat found it’s way into our age beaten house about five days ago and some how found a way of coming in and going out. As typical of all rats, it prides itself in not being seen and faster than the human feet can run.

Yesterday she (on genital examination) found her way into our bathroom- I wonder what she was up too. My little cousin on sighting this street villain yelled for help, the village boy in me jumped up to the rescue. On getting to the location where the suspect was the urban boy had fully taken control; I joined my cousin to call for help (imagine that!). One of my cousins who is definitely an animal war veteran came with a stick to destroy our common enemy. He reassured us and told us to follow his plan. This urban boy took the stick and wiggled out the she rat, causing her to find her way out of our lily livered wall. We all went to bed disappointed in my abilities to handle such overgrown rodent.

This new day came to light, awoken by our lovely dedicated rooster at about 6am. I am sure it was a wake up call for our dear assailant too. She found her usual way into the house at about 3pm. Eating as much rice as she could while I took my siesta. I awoke only to see her feasting. with nothing to throw at her, I shrieked and she ran for her dear life. Returning about 30minutes later, my sister who had now relocated to the room screamed for help and the urban boy ran to the rescue holding my O and G text and dancing in confusion not knowing what to do. She ran toward the store while my heavy sister took her flight. Suddenly I remembered my village upbringing, blocked all exit points, shot the door, wore my shoes and got my hunting stick. Wiggled madam out of her enclave under the bed and took my strike as she jumped out. Bam!bam!bam! I went on and she took her final breath to exit life as we know it.

I jumped for joy and called family to come rejoice with me on my first kill in a long time. The sad news is as I sat to write this article, another one found it’s way in. I pray it’s not the husband, cos if it is! I am in trouble.

I guess the moral of the story is, kill a thief today another is going to show up, just make sure you aren’t the thief. Their end is terrible. Hope a Nigerian politician reads this.

Nigerian Couple Gives Birth To White Baby

Interesting is an understatement. A Nigerian couple living in London gave birth to a blonde-haired, blue-eyed white baby girl. The baby is not albino and fidelity has nothing to do with the baby's complexion.

Genetics at Oxford University and Britain’s leading expert yesterday called the birth “extraordinary." He said, “In mixed race humans, the lighter variant of skin tone may come out in a child – and this can sometimes be startlingly different to the skin of the parents." He continued, “This might be the case where there is a lot of genetic mixing, as in Afro-Caribbean populations. But in Nigeria there is little mixing.”

Professor Sykes said both parents would have needed “some form of white ancestry” for a pale version of their genes to be passed on. But he added: “The hair is extremely unusual. Even many blonde children don’t have blonde hair like this at birth.” The expert said some unknown mutation was the most likely explanation. He admitted, “The rules of genetics are complex and we still don’t understand what happens in many cases.”

Finding someone to marry

Prov 18:22

One of the most important decisions a person will make is the choice of a life partner. Wisdom, not money, is the principal requirement for building a home. If you are looking for the right mate, become the right mate! Prayerfully create a hypothetical picture of the future of your future and work towards becoming the person in that picture. You are the most important factor in that picture because because you are the magnet that will attract the vision.

Wisdom is synonymous with maturity, and maturity is a major requirement for marriage. Maturity will help you recognize the right person. Drawing a cue from Jesus' life as recorded in Luke 2:52, maturity is needed in four fundamental areas. And Jesus increased in wisdom (mental development) and stature (physical development) and in favor with God (spiritual development).

Marriage ought to be a union between two mature people, mature in the four fundamental areas. Firstly, spiritual maturity is needed before getting married and this can be determined by our ability to hear from God, obey God and the capacity to trust God, that is living based on God's word even when circumstances run contrary. Secondly, mental maturity, which is getting an education, developing a skill, learn a trade and improving our sense of judgement before getting married. Thirdly, social and emotional development is needed before marriage, emotional intelligence and tact, the ability to deal carefully with people. Finally, physical maturity- age is a factor, you most be old enough.

With a vision of the future and maturity in the four areas mentioned above, we grow to become the person in the vision, and this determines the kind of person we will marry because, ultimately, we attract who we are and not we want. At this point, determine what your values are and go after a person with similar values. In proverbs 31: 1-9, a woman tells her son to define himself with the values that will guide him in life and the choice of a life partner.

Finally, prayer will guarantee success in th choice of the person to spend the rest of your life with. After you have found the right person, ask your friends and relatives to pray with you.

Pst Sam Adeyemi

Arise o sleeping Maggots.

Once again my creative abilities is called to the alter to answer the father. I bet no one laid his hands on our re branded "sleeping maggots" and if anyone did; what a waste of the anointing oil. God gave us brains so we humans can allow him some rest; believing that we would use such limitless arsenal of neurons to further His course here on earth. Which includes planning, preparing and perseverance blended with prayers, causing men to give glory to His name.

Take a good look at our super eagles, sorry( I beg for forgiveness once again), the "sleeping maggots". When things like failure happen, the natural thing to do is to seat back and access the things we did to cause our failure. Our footballers have been failing for years, with breadwinners developing heartaches and sudden onset of essential hypertension.

When did the eagles camp open? How many months did the players play as a team? How many months before the world cup did we get a coach? How did we even qualify? or should we ask how much was spent on the South Africa trip? How much did NFA chop out of it? The questions are endless and the solutions locked up in our brains. One truth still stands out; the super eagles are history, until we dump the old players and open our hands to the new. No matter what happens; remember what Akon said "we came we saw we tried" but we failed sha!

Nigeria.....hope beyond hope.

saw this picture on facebook and decided to share it. The picture speaks for itself.