WHO'S YOUR PERSONAL WITCH?

 

I was thinking this morning....A lot has been said about the new Netflix and Ebonylife Studio production movie 'Blood Sisters' but there is a scene that got me thinking and also left me in stitches. It was a scene where Timeyin (played by Genoveva Umeh) walked into the room where her mum, brother, Femi and his wife, Yinka were at the dinning table. With everyone shocked to see her out of rehab, she said 'Mummy always a pleasure to see you and you too bro.' Looking at the brother's wife, Yinka, she said 'Ah-ah. My brother's personal witch.'

Really? His personal witch? I am aware of people having personal doctor, personal security and lersonal secretary or assistant, but this is the first time I am aware of someone having a Personal Witch (PW). Reviewing the character of Yinka (played by Kehinde Bankole), it became obvious the title of PW was apt. She was manipulative, unconscionable and evil.

I reminisced on the myriads of problems we face and what people say. In the face of misfortune, it is common to hear someone accuse VP (Village People) or point to HT (Home Trouble). And when he can't place his finger on the root cause, he stands akimbo and ask 'Na who do us this thing?' Now you know the answer. It is the handiwork of your Personal Witch (PW).

When you have a spouse that makes you do everything wrong, he or she is your Personal Witch. Some people are unfortunate to have friends that often manipulate them into vices like drugs, womanising, debauchery etc. If you are such, don't worry, you got yourself a Personal Witch (PW).

On a national scale, our political leaders are our PW killing the nation by their unconscionable and wicked behaviour. This week we are at it again selecting the personal witches to be members of the National and State covens.

Matthew 10:36 says 'a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household.’ Seriously, look around you and answer this question, 'Who is your personal witch?' If you must, please be an angel and not a witch.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey

SAFETY RAZOR BLADES

 

I was thinking this morning..... A few days ago, I needed to do a little domestic chore and required a razor blade. With none at home, I stepped out to the shop outside the estate gate to get one. A pack was handed to me and I asked how much. 'Oga na N450' the Sales girl said. 'What? For ordinary razor blade?' was my shocked response.

I was still looking at the pack of razor blades when my eyes caught the label 'Safety Razor Blades.' Really? What is safe about razor blades? I can understand Safety pin because the pin point is held in a guard but don't understand exposed double edged blades being called Safety Razor Blades. Is the word 'Safety' meant to confer a reputation that the razor blades are safe? This surely is an irony.

Names can sometimes be misleading. I know of a man in Warri whose nickname is 'Ice-Water.' This man is as hazardous as boiling water or even acid. There is a girl called Peace who is a warehouse of trouble. Do not be fooled by names.

Sometimes, some people give themselves names that are completely at variance with their true nature to con unsuspecting people. For example, since Chelsea FC qualified for the UEFA Champions League and Arsenal may not (except a miracle happens today Sunday), their fans have terrorised the goons like professional demons. They say they are 'Blues' signifying serenity and quietness but in reality they are noisy, nosy and arrogant. The name 'Red demons' is more fitting for Chelsea fans. I know they will come for my head.

Be careful what you call yourself because calling yourself what you are not can attract a curse (Mark 11:14). Safety Razor Blades ko! Quiet and Humble Chelsea Fans ni!

Don't be deceived by names because there is nothing safe about Safety Razor Blades.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey

THE COCKROACH RECEPTION

 

I was thinking this morning.... I checked into a 4 Star hotel in Lagos this past week. On arrival at the hotel, the well dressed security man at the main entrance gate pressed a remote and both wings of the gate retracted. 'Oh yea! This is good,' I thought as I drove in. On stepping into the reception area, neatly dressed front desk officers were on hand behind a plexiglass. 'Welcome sir and please have your seat,' the gentleman said as I handed him my ID to confirm my reservation.

Within minutes, I was handed my electronic key card and the officer that checked me in walked over, took my bags and led me to the lift and then to my room on the first floor. At the door of my room, the young man tapped the electronic key, a red light flashed. He tried again and still red. 'Sorry sir. The key system is bad. Let me go get a manual key.' With that, he bolted down the staircase and returned in a couple of minutes with the key with which he unlocked the door.

As I settled into the room, I unpacked my laptop in preparation to join a meeting. Suddenly, I observed a German cockroach on the desk running around like a Warri pikin shouting 'papa dede, oyoyo'. As I tried hitting it, it docked under the TV set. 'What the heck?' I exclaimed as I picked up the phone to call the front desk. 'So sorry sir. I will send someone over,' was the response at the other end. Within minutes, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and instead of well dressed front desk officer or housekeeper, a utilities man came with a smell that suggested he had been working on a sewer. He stepped in the door holding a can of insecticide.

Apart from taking a step back due to the offensive smell, my response was 'do you intend to spray the insecticide while I am in the room?' I sent him out immediately and by the next morning, I left and checked into another hotel. In Nigeria slang, I Japa'ed.

Isn't my experience typical of what Nigerians experience every political season? The welcoming ambience stepping into the hotel is synonymous with the campaign season when politicians move about promising heaven and earth. The Cockroach Reception is what you get immediately the elections are won. The winner takes his family and strut through the podium at inauguration. And you? OYO (On-Your-Own) for you.

When you complain weeks or months later about failed promises, their social media warriors will attack you. If you persist, the DSS, EFCC and thugs will knock on your door with 'insecticide'. Many that can't take the disappointment will Japa leaving the rest of us to live with the Cockroaches.

We are at it again, the political season is on. My advise is, get involved in the process and ensure the right persons who will comply with Matthew 5:37 get elected otherwise what you get in 2023 will be the Cockroach Reception.

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey

YOUR LUNCH, MY BREAKFAST

 

I was thinking this morning...... On Wednesday morning, a friend travelling out of Nigeria had sent a WhatsApp message that he will be away for a while. He had written 'I am on my way to Singapore and will endeavour to stay in touch. Please note that Singapore is 7 hours ahead of Naija.' He said this to remind us that 6pm in Naija is 1am in Singapore, so we should know when to call. When I saw the message, I thought a bit and responded 'There is no time difference with men of the Spirit.'

It is usual for me at lunchtimes to say 'It's lunchtime all over the world'. A few persons had disagreed by saying lunchtime in Nigeria is evening in Singapore and morning in America. I will always respond 'True, but 1pm anywhere in the world is lunchtime.'

The fact that someone had his lunch at 1pm in Australia, 14 hours before it was 1pm in Washington, USA does not mean that the Australian had lunch before the American. They both had their lunch at 1pm in their respective nations. In the same vein, that you entered into your wealthy place before me could only mean you are in 'your Australia' while I am in 'my Singapore,' 2 hours behind you. Someone else might be in 'his Nigeria,' 9 hours behind Australia and yet another person might be in 'his America,' 14 hours behind. At the end of the day, we all will get to our wealthy place at the same time unique to our different locations.

Think about it, when someone in Australia is having his breakfast at 9am, it is midnight in Nigeria. If you are in Nigeria and on a call with your friend in Australia and he says he has just had breakfast, will you envy him? No. Because it is still midnight in Nigeria and you have no doubt that your morning is coming when you will enjoy your breakfast. So why do we fret or envy when others are having their breakthroughs? Relax, your morning is coming and you too will enjoy your meal.

So, to men of the Spirit, there is no time difference, it is our location that is different and there cannot be two different times in the same location. Your time is your time and mine is mine. Every one of us will have an equal opportunity for breakfast and lunch. My prayer is that when it is your turn to eat, your table will not be empty (Psalms 23:5).

Stay hopeful. God's got your back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey