Use It, Don’t Abuse It

While out on school run yesterday morning, I turned on my DAB radio today to my usual Christian radio. Instead of hearing a beautiful song of hope and encouragement, to my utter chagrin what I heard was “One Love” by Bob Marley. I had to quickly tune in to another the station. I also sent them an email complaining that it’s not right. 

Bob Marley was never a Christian, he was always high on weeds and drugs and every other thing unbelievers got into. So I didn’t quite grasp why a UK Christian radio would be singing and broadcasting his songs to over 4 million listeners?? 

It only shows one thing? They don’t understand the impact of their roles as broadcasters and secondly, their Christian values should be questioned and reviewed again. 

Music is a powerful instrument and when used well God is glorified. Music is not just about the song but more importantly about the artist, his life and the spirit of the song. 

A Christian radio is a great opportunity to utilise the awesome power of technology to offer hope, healing, advice, help, deliverance and salvation to their innumerable number of listeners. People are suffering and going through difficult times and if they turn on a Christian radio, they should receive nothing less than hope and healing through Christ. 

I see evangelists in city centres with their megaphones and loud speakers preaching and reaching out to the lost, speaking boldly about Christ to maybe 200 people. I see believers going from door to door dropping tracts and preaching about Christ. They can only reach about 20 houses in total. But a Christian radio with listener capacity of over 4 million or more is instead singing Bob Marley’s song, thereby authenticating him and his music. This is an anathema. 

Where there’s no vision, no purpose, no objective anything goes and that is not the way of Christ. If you want to sing about love, there are a thousand good Christian songs readily available to portray that. 

As Christians, we must always recognise that we are the light and salt of the earth. We are messengers of God’s grace, hope and love to a lost world. We must recognise that sometimes God places us in special jobs that can enable us minister to a thousand people we may never meet in our lifetime. But how we changed their lives will always be reckoned and remembered in heaven. We must recognise that role and utilise it rather than abuse it.

Remember, you’re a Christian. 

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Women’s day…? Really…?

Very beautiful post.

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Year after year, I keep asking the same question to myself and to my friends, but never have received a satisfactory answer, ever. Why do we need women’s day? Why a day is devoted to us? Why has it been so much commercialized and media making a big deal out of it? Why do we need a day to remind everyone that we are equal or that we women are strong and powerful?

Wait..is there a day for men? Like a Men’s day or something? Or is it that every day is Man’s day but we women need a day to celebrate our being.

Ages have gone by, but till today, in this modern world, we women are asking for permissions, we are confirming our equality by giving ourselves a special day, we need a confirmation to feel special, we need a confirmation to feel strong. We need our men…

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In Love With… Words

 

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Looking back, I realise that somehow my preference, natural inclination and love for certain subjects was preparing me towards writing.

In secondary school, I loved English language. I made more effort to pass my English than my mathematics, and somehow I found it easier and more fun. I remember standing in front of my mum’s full size mirror, reading my scribbles or “lecture notes” as I used to call them, pretending to be some dignitary at a very important function, wowing the audience with my exceptional English. 😀😀Even up till now, I still love English language, both spoken and written.
Although English is not my first language, when I hear someone speak a terrible bad English or another making murderous grammatical errors, it drives me insane honestly. I can’t stand bad English. My love for this language is such that either you speak it well or not at all. But then, I’ve relaxed a bit because nobody including me, is perfect, except the Queen perhaps.

Another subject I loved extremely and passionately was literature. Oh, how I loved, memorised, and soliloquised those wonderfully phrased words and sentences especially in poetry and drama. I always gulped them down like a thirsty fish out of water. In school, we read Macbeth, 12th Night, Merchant of Venice, Things Fall Apart, Oliver Twist, Trials of Brother Jero, Great Expectations and a lot more I’ve forgotten. We studied a lot of poems by Christopher Okigbo, Wole Soyinka, and many others. I loved and loved reading many of these poems. In my GCSE I had an A in literature. Literature was like my Walls vanilla ice cream. It never bored me.

Then as a student, during the holidays, I was always indoors, either in our church library or curled up at home reading some novel. I read a lot of James Hardley Chase, Grace Livingston Hills, John Grisham, etc. I read all the readable fiction and Christian novels in our church library then. For some reason, I never read Mills and Boon. I tried it once but didn’t finish it. It was all too girly and very predictable.

On the contrary, I do find mathematics and calculations quite an unwarranted headache. And to think that at some point in my life I wanted to be an accountant… Phew!! What was I thinking?? I’m glad I listened to myself, discovered what I was good at and hence ended up studying law.

Looking back, I’ve come to realise I always preferred words to calculations. It’s no secret, I am in love with words.

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Celebrating Mum at 70

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Today I’m not writing a poem, but I’m excited to say-
I celebrate my mum who turned 70yrs this month. Having lost my dad at an early age, she became a single mum and raised us (me and my siblings) to the best of her ability. I want celebrate her humility, her soft spoken nature, her godliness, her prayerfulness, her loveliness, perseverance, etc. As a parent, she mastered the art of been stern and sweet over the years.

Today I celebrate all the mums and dads doing an amazing job for their families, working round the clock trying to secure a future for their family.

Today, I celebrate all the single mums and single dads who are just alone in it all, trying to work out and balance everything all by themselves.

Today I celebrate parenthood, brotherhood, sisterhood.

Today I celebrate family.

Happy 70th Birthday My Dear Mother.

Below are two poems I’ve previously written in honour of my Mum.

My Dearest Mother
How Much Is Your Mother?

Peace At The Crossroads

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Lost.
Confused.
Uncertainty looms.
Uncertain of what I want.
Uncertain of what You want, Lord.

Guide me.
Lead me.
Show me,
Your way.

You ask,
“What do you want?”
I say,
“Whatever You want, that I want,
You know me better.”
You say,
“Peace.
I give you My peace.
My peace, shall guide you, into My will.”

Peace.

Poet’s notes:
Some weeks ago, out of excitement and some great confidence in myself I took a bold step of faith and ventured into something new. It is what I want but, if it pulls through, the opportunity costs are high.
Now, I’m asking myself whether I am willing to make the sacrifice it demands. I’m really wondering what I’m doing, honestly I’m not sure. I prayed asking God for directions, to know His will and purpose concerning it. God assured my heart that I will find peace in His will. And this is truth through all the ages: when we find ourselves at crossroads, we must always remember that His peace and that unwavering deep assurance beyond understanding guards and guides us into His purpose for our lives. Amen.
#Shalom

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Anticipation Killers

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If you remember my previous post about some bunch of novels I bought at a good bargain several weeks ago- My New Novels. I remember I was excited and was filled with so much anticipation of what I was going to discover, the new words I was going to learn, etc. Well, I read the first one Danielle Steel “Best Laid Plans”, and, I finished it within 3 days. But, I didn’t enjoy it; it doused all my excitement about the others, I was really disappointed with the novel and it was a bit of a let down for me. And this is why.

Firstly, it was a novel that depended heavily on Zodiac signs, all the zodiac signs checked were all correctly predicted so to speak. It turned me off completely. I managed to finish the novel out of curiosity than zeal. I don’t believe in those signs, we don’t need them. In my opinion, it’s a subtle deception that promotes man’s independence from God and all that pertains to God. It robs us of the need to trust God knowing that whatever comes my way during the day, God will take care of me. It robs us of been content with God. It removes our eyes from the Word of God. It’s anti-God. God is the Creator of the universe and all that is within it, it’s foolhardy and idolatry to abandon the Creator and instead worship the creatures He made. It was a novel that was trying to shove into the reader the belief of Zodiac signs (that was how I felt). Everything about our lifes is written in God’s Word; if we search it, we will find it. We don’t zodiac signs to predict tomorrow. (Psalms 139, Jer 29:12, Psalms 40:7, Psalms 119:105)

Secondly, how it ended was anticlimactic in my opinion and more so was obviously trying to denigrate and malign Christianity. Someone as usual, was committing a series of crime and we were led to believe it was a particular character. Now, the climax would be that the perpetrator is punished for his crimes. Instead, the true perpetrator of the crime was a true christian character who was portrayed as been devout and happily married with children. Yes I know, in most thriller stories, looks and appearances can be deceptive. I’ve watched many thrillers and crime stories (mind you, that’s my favourite). This was a bit different for me in its style and presentation. So after reading it, I didn’t have that emotional closure you get at the end of a story. It still felt as if something was missing, as if another chapter was needed. It didn’t give me a WOW feeling. It really felt anticlimactic.

Due to this, I lost my eagerness to read the remaining 7 novels. I will read them at some point, but at the moment, I’m not ready for another disappointing tale. It was an anticipation killer and I’m still recovering.

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You Put A Spell On Me

You put a spell on me,
Like one in a trance,
Eyes burrow into my thoughts,
Words burn within,
Spellbound- unfathomable love!
In a daze I open my life,
In a jiffy You dethrone my old heart-
Waterworks, in buckets,
Droplets of joy, ruined mascara…
Lies and lustful manipulations,
All gone!
Good riddance! Bad rubbish!
Divine metamorphosis!
Absolute transformation!
A new heart! A new life!
Saved… Changed… I am!

Daily Prompt: Trance

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My New Novels

I’m so excited. I bought 7/8 new novels from a display table inside a bank. Novels for sale? In a bank?? I know. Unbelievably fantastic! The sales from the books goes to charity, such a venture with mutual benefit, even though I think I benefited more. I’m so livid with excitement, I can’t wait to start reading them. I said they are 7/8 because one of them is a 2 in 1 novel. How cool! Genre wise, there are 6 crime thrillers and 2 love stories. Personally, I enjoy crime, espionage and law court novels more than anything else.
I’ve been reading the Biography of Sir Maurice Oldfield, former head of MI6. It’s a bit dull at the beginning, the spicy espionage covert missions which I love is towards the middle but I don’t like jumping pages.

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Sir Maurice “was the eldest of eleven children born to Joseph and Ada Annie Oldfield…” “He was born at the village of Over Haddon, near Bakewell, Derbyshire on 16th November, 1915. As the eldest son, a great deal of responsibility fell on Maurice at an early age. He not only took his turn in keeping a watchful eye on his brothers and sisters as they came into the world,but helped on the farm in all manner of ways.”
“At night, his younger brothers and sisters had to be seen into bed before young Maurice could begin to study by the light of oil or candle, for neither gas nor electricity had come to the village at that time.” – Excerpts from ‘C’ – A Biography of Sir Maurice Oldfield, Head of MI6 by Richard Deacon. I’m amazed at such a man that didn’t let his meagre beginnings deter him from achieving something meaningful with his life. Life is not about how you start but about how you make the best of what you have and finish well.

Anyway, I will keep this book for now and start off on these my beauties. I’m thinking of starting with Sidney Sheldon, I’ve not read any of her novels before but I think she’s a good writer. Oh well, we shall find out in due course.

So here are my latest addition…

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Life Can Be A Tough Cookie

Life can be a prickle; life can be a tough cookie,…

It can be hard to believe when all around you, your circumstances look contrary. To believe becomes a matter of your obstinate will and dogged determination. Hope against hope… hoping in God.

You have to find a will somewhere, somehow, within you, to keep trying to believe that one day your story will change for the better… that the longing and the desire in your heart will be met.

So you keep on believing, for that’s the only way for you not to sink into the abysmal depths of despair and unbelief.

I will keep believing. I will keep believing in God. I will keep believing in myself.
I may not have the answer I so desire now, nevertheless I will not lose my faith, instead I will shield it. For if I lose my faith, what have I gained at the end?

After all, my faith is all I have now, so, I will keep on believing.
Contemplations from a desperate heart.

And with these heartfelt words, the Season of Hope series comes to an end. Due to privacy issues, I’m sorry I’m not at liberty to share with you the details behind this writeups, but I’m glad I shared it this way. I have been able to use words to search deep into my soul, and to hope in God.

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Heroes’ Homecoming

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Colourful smokes jetted from synchronised aerobatic displays,
As the whole town cheered on in excitement
Everyone waved and welcomed the tired soldiers home,
Their sons, husbands, brothers, uncles, nephews…
Their beloved gallant heroes
Some had no injuries, others were crippled, maimed, blind,
Or had some form of injuries and wounds…
But, all were alive,
Alive to tell their own side of the story…

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All these heroes could come back home
Because somewhere in a distant battleground
Some other valiant men, boys, husbands, nephews, fathers…
Heroes in their own rights, sacrificed themselves,
Though unwillingly, and paid the ultimate price
For the freedom of all

Daily Prompt: Synchronize

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The People’s Hero… And A Villain?

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On that starless night, on a well-lit stadium that was packed full with expectant supporters, the crowd was agog with excitement, as they cheered their hero to his final run to glory.

But alas!… he did not win the race!… a wave of shock, surprise and bewildered silence swept across the arena.

Painful sadness, silent tears and outbursts of angry boos felt justified; for their beloved hero was beaten in the race by none other but a two-time drug cheat villain… what an anticlimactic event they all wished they could all forget!!

#Three Line Tales

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Do You Know Joni?

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Do you know who she is?

As a regular teenager in 1967,
She went out with friends,
Dived into a swimming pool,
A shallow swimming pool,
And broke her spine-
She became paraplegic, and
It drastically changed her life;
But… she met God,
And, He gave her a reason
To live, to love, to dream, to believe,
To share her faith and her story;
To rise above her pain,
And be a channel of blessings,
In every disability,
There’s a hidden ability,
We can use to glorify God.

Today, she’s a motivational speaker,
A wife, a painter, a true believer,
An inspiration to everyone.
I am amazed on how she paints,
With the brush on her mouth-
She’s just unstoppable!

Do you know who she is?
She is Joni Eareckson Tada

Daily Prompt: Toothbrush

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The Real Neat Blog Award

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I have been nominated Adventures Of A Busy Mom for the Real Neat Blog Award! If you haven’t checked out her blog, please go ahead and do so. She is such an amazing writer, a very creative and devoted Christian mum and wife, with a cheerful, charming and charismatic personality. I always enjoy reading her posts.

Thank you very much for your nomination and I also thank everyone who has been reading, commenting, following, and supporting my blog. God bless you all immensely in every way.

Here are the rules for the “Real Neat Blog Award
1. Put the award logo on your blog.
2. Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs.
3. Answer 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you.
4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.
5. Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blog, etc).
6. Ask your nominees 7 questions.

These are questions I was asked:

1. What is the main reason as to why you started blogging?
I started blogging because I love writing, I’m in love with words. And I’d love nothing more but to share my faith and inspire others through my words.

2. Explain one personality trait that gets you into trouble sometimes.
My forgetfulness. I forget a lot. If I don’t set a reminder, then be assured, I’ll forget it. From forgotten appointments to burnt foods, I’ve learnt to constantly use my phone reminder.

3. What is your proudest accomplishment?
Been a mother. Despite health challenges, having my two beautiful boys is the best thing God could ever give me.

4. Who inspires you?
First, Christ inspires me and my daily prayer is to be more like Him.
Secondly, my husband. He’s so mature and much more cool headed than I am.

5. If you could have chosen a profession other than your own, what would it be?
Architecture. I love drawing, designing and I love arts.

6. What item is at the top of your “bucket list”?
To publish my first book.

7. Share with us your favorite quote?
Not a quote but 2 scripture verses: “Nothing is impossible with God”, “Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God has shined”.

My nominees are:
Frank Morelli
Words in the Light
Fearless
Tachispeaks
Christina Apociask
Benjamin Lessard
Dronstad Blog

My questions for the nominees are:

1. What is the main reason as to why you started blogging?
2. Explain one personality trait that gets you into trouble sometimes.
3. What is your proudest accomplishment?
4. Who inspires you?
5. If you could have chosen a profession other than your own, what would it be?
6. What item is at the top of your “bucket list”?
7. Share with us your favorite quote?

God bless you all. Shalom. 🌺🌺💝💝

Roger Federer- “I believed…”

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“I guess it’s believe that I can achieve such heights… I believed that I could maybe come back. If you believe, you can go really far in life. I think I did that and I’m happy. I kept on believing and dreaming and here I am today…” said the 8th time Wimbledon winner.

If you believe it, it’s possible, it can’t be done and it can be achieved. You just have to work hard and keep dreaming, keep believing.

Congratulations Roger, savour the moment, it’s truly a well deserved title.

“To him that believes, anything is possible” – Mark 9:23

Daily Prompt: Savor

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The Big Wheel

Riding high up in the sky
Watching “little” people strolling by
In tad acrophobia
We watched in silent awe
Inside the Manchester Big Wheel
What a nervy ride!

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This is me, feeling cool.😊😎

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Looking down into Market Street, with Santander on the left and then Halifax and Debenhams on the right. The structure in the middle is a tram stop.

During summer in 2013, my husband and I with our then 4yr old son went for a ride on the Manchester Big Wheel in Piccadilly Gardens. It was really fun as that was my first time so high up. I manned up courage during the ride but realised I didn’t need it- I wasn’t scared. It was lovely looking down into Piccadilly Gardens/Market street from a different view. My son loved the ride as well and was not scared at all, as for my husband that was a different story altogether.

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In 2014, we went to Blackpool Pier and went on the Big Wheel. I felt very confident with myself as asual but…Oh boy!!! That was way high, higher than the one in Manchester (I think), and I was very scared! I wasn’t screaming but I wasn’t taking pictures. And when I’m not taking pictures, then something is wrong. You can imagine my relief when my two feet touched the ground. We truly had a wonderful family in Blackpool, but I don’t think I would be willing to go on their Big Wheel again.

Daily Prompt: Wheel

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It Only Takes One Tiny Seed

Sow in the morning, sow at night, sow at noon, sow all the time
Scatter your seeds in many ventures, scatter them far and near
Don’t look at the clouds, or the rains; if you do, you won’t move
Every minute is always the right time, to take those decision and sow
Some may wither or eaten by birds, others may flourish at every branch
You never know which seeds would detonate and explode with goodness,
In abundance, in blessings, in great harvests, in opportunities of a lifetime
That would catapult your life into a new zone or curve you cannot recover from
And all your dreams, aspirations and fairytale wishes would come true
It only takes one seed that is sown, at the right place, at the right time,
It only takes one tiny seed that is sown for your dreams to come true
But if you don’t scatter and keep sowing, how would this even happen?

Daily Prompt: Detonate

Author’s notes:
Late Sir Roger Moore was acting but the world did not know him till he acted as James Bond. And who knew late Ian Fleming if not for the same Bond movies.
Chimamnda Adiche was writing novels but the world did not know her till she wrote Half of A Yellow Sun
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John Grisham was writing novels but the world did not know him till he wrote Pelican Brief.
J K Rowlings was writing novels but the world did not know her till she wrote the Harry Potter Series.
Tom Cruise was acting but the world did not know him until he acted in Mission Impossible.
etc. etc. etc. etc
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Music and Me

Other than writing, another hobby I enjoy so much is music. I love singing. Anywhere I am there has to be music. In my car, at home, on my phone, at work when alone. Countless karaoke sessions in the house and in my car has become one of my daily routines with my children as my audience. And if I love the song, I’ll have to google the lyrics and later watch the video on YouTube.

My sources of music includes my two favourite stations- Star 88.3 and Premier Praise on the Tunein Radio App; my countless CDs and most importantly my iTunes music library which currently contains 313 gospel songs and more yet to be downloaded on iTunes.

Top of the list on my favourite artists include TobyMac, Mandisa, Deitrick Haddon, Third Day, Don Moen, Jesus Culture, Casting Crowns, Sinach, Brandon Heath, Cece Winans, Keith Lancaster, Matt Maher, Matthew West, Mercy Me, Newsboys, Steve Green, Audio Adrenaline and a whole lot of others. Most of these I knew them through Star 88.3 christian radio station and I’ve been tremendously blessed and broken, uplifted and encouraged, healed and restored by their singing.

My love for music is also evident in my love for musicals. Some of the musicals I enjoyed watching include Little Shop of Horror, Singing in the Rain, Glee, Sister Act, Mama Mia, Les Misèrables, The King and I, Hair Spray, Grease, Lion King, Mary Poppins and so on. My all time favourite of all that I could watch non-stop and never get bored is Sound of Music. I’m in love with this film. It’s a timeless classic.

Why do I love to sing? Why do I love music?
I find music very enriching and inspirational when I’m down. It gives me that quiet place of solace and solitude where I completely bear the stirrings of my heart to God. Sometimes when I can’t find the right words to express myself, music complements that need. And of course, when I’m happy I express it well through singing and a bit of dancing. Music reconnects and unifies my heart with God, joy and peace flooding my heart like a river as I bask in His awesome Presence. And countless times, I’ve received God’s clear leading and direction through music. Music liberates and frees the soul to realms and heights yet unknown like an eager soaring higher and higher into the third heavens. Music is like a necessary food that intoxicates my soul.

I’ll end this with a song by Third Day, an amazing song about the love of God that is very dear to me. It’s titled Love Song. You can listen to it on YouTube here, I do hope it blesses your heart as it did to mine.

I’ve heard it said that a man would climb a mountain
Just to be with the one he loves
How many times has he broken that promise
It has never been done.
I’ve never climbed the highest mountain
But I walked the hill of calvary

Chorus:
Just to be with you, I’d do anything
There’s no price I would not pay
Just to be with you, I’d give anything
I would give my life away.

I’ve heard it said that a man would swim the ocean
Just to be with the one he loves
How many times has he broken that promise
It can never be done
I’ve never swam the deepest ocean
But I walked upon the raging sea

Chorus:
Just to be with you, I’d do anything
There’s no price I would not pay
Just to be with you, I’d give anything
I would give my life away.

Bridge:
I know that you don’t understand the fullness of My love
How I died upon the cross for your sins
And I know that you don’t realise how much that I gave you
But I promise, I would do it all again.

Just to be with you, I’ve done everything
There’s no price I did not pay
Just to be with you, I gave everything
Yes, I gave my life away
Yes, I gave my life away

Daily prompt words: Sing, Countless

My African Experience

Yes, I’m an African, no need to bore you with the details
But when I think of chaos, my lovely country comes to mind.

Imagine this-
43°C hot scorching sun burning and bearing down on your skin,
Leaving you clammy, soaked and almost drowning in your sweat
Car horns blaring your ears to deafness;
Traffic signs and lights broken down completely
With no hope for repairs,
Hence, cars blaring their way through traffic
With one traffic warden directing traffic on a cross-road??
Two or more drivers arguing with one another
Over who is at fault for the accident that just occurred,
With no insurance cover, anything can happen;
While too many public transport bikes popularly called “Okada”
Zoom past traffic so noisily, with some meandering manoeuvres

Public buses crammed with the sweaty and smelly;
Food hawkers calling out for some patronage;
Sirens blaring down the road demanding cars give way-
Sirens of the governor’s entourage not the emergency services;
People crossing roads at different angles and sides
Irrespective of the apparently busy road;
Bus conductors screaming bus stops names,
Shouting on passengersto board or alight,
As well as screaming the bus fare in their ears;
Refuse and dirt lying about here and there;
Electric generators humming outside every house and office
Due to no electric power supply, emitting poisonous gases;
Endless queues of cars and jerrycans at the petrol station
Due to shortage, scarcity and even hoarding of petrol;
Taxi driver and passenger on one corner in a heated argument
Over over-priced fare and non-payment of stipulated fare;
Now, that’s Chaos!

Some towns have achieved a certain 3rd grade sanity,
But others are still victims with no hope in sight.
Chaos!

Nevertheless, I still love my country warts and all
For there’s no place like home sweet home

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