IT IS TIME
Ladies: Telling everything that happens in your home to people is risky. Please stop it while you can. We don’t know who to trust anymore, stop showing your problems on social media, so many homes got broken because of what we share. Don’t seek validation or pity from the world, they only sympathize in a moment, then chastise you when the tough time comes, no one will be with you in your storm, stay better or worse, support your man and make your home beautiful, every secret unveiled today will be against you tomorrow.
You’ve always been there, you made me love you. You are my garden; I celebrate you today and forever, thank you so much for everything Mom.
Mom, You thought me how to love people including my enemies; I remembered a day I called you on phone to complain and explain about people; you said I should stop gossiping and forgive, ignoring their excesses will make you move forward. You said it is important not to avoid them, then I realized all you’ve risked just for us to be where we are now. The sacrifice you paid was great, then you said you did it for our happiness, you’ve loved everyone including your enemies, you are our shade. My heart melted hearing you preach to me on forgiveness, tolerance and endurance, then I remembered what the Bible said, (Proverbs 25: 21.22) If thine enemy be hungry, give him bread to eat; and if he is thirsty, give him water to drink: For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head, and the LORD shall reward thee.
Mom, you are the most generous person I have ever seen in my entire life; you give from your heart. Thank you for putting smiles on my face, including people you know and those you don’t know, despite my many mistakes and how I failed in the past. I made you cry, but those mistakes are my biggest education; it taught me something; you forgave all my wrongs; I pray God to give me your type of forgiving heart; I see it all so clear now, like crystal light, I forgive what is within me, am learning to forgive, love and let go, it’s better to forgive and look towards the future. I wish I had all it takes to show the Universe how much you mean to me. It is time to make amends to my shadows. Richard loves you. I love you, Kenneth loves you. Anita, last but not least love you… We all love you.
Happy 52nd Birthday Mom
You are my everything.
Let me tell you a story about a stranger I met 2015 in Warri. I was at chevron yard to get things for my mom, on my way back to Benin. I branched a restaurant to eat my favourite food. After greeting the food seller
Are you Urhobo? she asked.
“Yes madam, I am from Ughelli although I was born in Benin City; I understand Urhobo,” I replied her “I need Banga and starch,” making my order
She served me and I started eating; a friendly young man walked in. Then he ordered in a way that touched my heart… “Mama, please serve me Eba fifty Naira and soup without meat, man must WAK (eat) even if no meat or fish.” His words touched me. I said yes; you are right. Man must chop (eat) He smiled. I told the woman to serve him food with meat and I will pay the bill. They both thanked me and we became friends. After we finished eating, he thanked me again and also praised the food seller that she was a good woman, then he said “sometimes she gives me food when things are rough, I used to have a place I stay but the government closed the area and everyone left; I am homeless at the moment; I sleep wherever night finds me.” I almost cried hearing his story but held on to pride. He asked me if he could have my phone number but at that moment my phone was dead; I did not charge before leaving Benin, “give me yours when I get to Benin I will call you” I said.
He replied, “I have no phone, but I can call you with a payphone,”. I realized his problems were many. He helped me carry my bag to the bus station, treated me right, prayed for me and said I should remember him then we said our byes. I waited for his call but I never heard from him, “did I give him a wrong number or maybe he lost it or something else must have happened to him” I wondered.
I checked my phone for days hoping to hear from the stranger who I forgot to ask his name, I would have tried my best to assist him even if it’s little, he had only one brother who died in a car crash when you hear his story your passion for humanity will arise. Months later I went to Warri, visited the same restaurant to eat and asked about him, I saw the food seller, we exchanged pleasantries, then asked her “please madam how can I reach the stranger I met here months ago; he did not call me; Where can I find him, I believe he is close to you? I will drop my number with you please tell him to call. ” Love
My heart bled by her response, I will never give him the number if you drop it with me, why do you want to mingle with that tout, an Igbo (marijuana) smoker, you are a responsible young man;You need no business with that wayward man who has no future, let him suffer. It dumbfounded me, I could not believe the woman said those words, this was someone he praised and thanked for being good to him, she broke my heart by her words, she never loved him, I walked away without eating or saying a word, mans love is fickle. I am not different from the stranger; I used to smoke weed; I am only fortunate not to face hardship like him; we judge people by appearance and that’s one of the world’s problems; she thought I was a saint; she didn’t want me to mingle with his likes and even called him a low life; she forgot life is unpredictable. I realized we are in danger, people pretend to love and show it to your face but destroy you when you are not there; I wish the stranger could be more careful eating the woman’s food; she isn’t a sincere person, some people pretend to help you while they are poisoning your future, she’s pretending to care while she’s a serpent, (Psalm 28:3) Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts, we all should pray never to have pretenders in our lives. I never went to Warri again before travelling abroad, we should learn how to love people truly, no matter the class or appearance, Be careful, life is too deep. Thank you and God bless.
- August 10th walking to a church at Porta Nuova in Torino, I saw a shirtless young African man sited on the floor with a cup begging, looking so pale and dirty people passing and shifting away from him, I went close and drop money just to put a smile on his face, even while I was suffering, tears almost fell from my eyes because I saw hopelessness in him, pride made me hold myself, the tears never came, I wept in my soul as I walked to pray, getting there, the church’s locked I had to turn back. On my way back I couldn’t find him where I had met him, I thought maybe he went to get food with the money I gave him, until I saw him in front of me coming towards my direction, he’s already bought marijuana, smoked passed with his malnourished body, I regretted giving money to someone I felt pity only for him to use the money for self destruction. He is sick, frustrated and lost his way, I wish families in Africa understand what we go through abroad, some never found the life they were searching for, we left our countries and found suffering, some of us need drastic rehabilitation.
It is important for our African governments to never forget its citizens overseas; I have seen a lot of my Africans brothers and sisters who are homeless and helpless, they all came abroad for greener pastures, to make life better for families left back home, but as you know sometimes, life doesn’t always go as planned, affected and abandoned, we forget counting them as one of us because of shame, they’re robbed of the future, living in the past’s darkness, it has pulled them back with no life purpose, they could not walk through the valley, so many shadows of death all around them, it’s so difficult for them to see the vision of the harvest because they feel lost. These are people who left Africa with so many pictures of the future, it never happened, sad reality is what they now have, All is not well, and I can’t help, the only thing I can do is send the word out I believe our government will hear, I am appealing to everyone in all the 54 countries of Africa to please remember your people; home or away, do something about the future, I advise you request the return of those abroad, sick and suffering, other than roaming the street unwell with no medical attention, rescue them back home and rehabilitate, hope might still be in them, every life matters.
- This is for Luke who roams around the city of Turin with no destination and to Sandra who sleeps under the bridge. May God protect you in this cold weather. I feel your pain.
WHAT CAN WE DO TO SAVE THE WORLD?