IN MY SHAGGY LUXURIANT HAIR!!!

So I was being hairducated last week, and someone referred to my hair as 'shaggy' yet luxuriant. I thought it was a slang at first, but it turned out it was a real word. Anyways, the main statement that caught my attention reasoning was this: "you are your hair'. Do you agree or nah? I think I'd say yes! I am my hair cos we are both natural, beautiful and strong, we've both suffered from the hands of people who didn't have a clue as to how to treat us well so we could thrive, we are both growing, we are now both a lot more healthy since we eliminated bad treatment...and yeah, we both love to be showered with love, care and appreciation. In light of this, I have put together a little poem expressing my love and appreciation.

In my shaggy luxuriant hair 
exists an exotic energy 
that has been there for centuries,
strengthening me continuously and
allowing me to muster the ability 
to see, act and think clearly. 

In my shaggy luxriant hair,
The soul of Africa lives, giving my spirit culture and foundation, 
Enlightening me on the essence of creation,
Bringing me education and elevation 
of the truth of my beloved Nigerian nation 

In my shaggy luxriant hair are African songs 
that make me STRONG,
that tell me who I am and where I belong. 

In my shaggy luxriant hair,
There are probabilities and positivity in large capacities,
traveling at high velocities,
possessing infinite possibilities 
of peace, progression and prosperity. 

In my shaggy luxriant hair are powerfully 
refined proteins,
packaged with profound principles
which make me such an invincible queen

In my shaggy luxriant hair,
Knowledge, wisdom and insight 
have been unwined to 
form the admirable forces of passion and fire that drive me.

My shaggy luxriant hair 
is natural 
is magical
is original 
is BEAUTIFUL

C.A.P.T.U.R.E.D!!!!!!

There was something so different about that particular shot. Whether it was the angle with which it was taken, the background, the pose that was struck, the lighting or just the picture quality,.. I just couldn't explain it!. It was different. Different from the normal smiley, picture perfect portrait. I saw an image..an image that had been refined in the most beautiful way, an image that had been patched and mended from years of brokenness, pain, bitterness,...an image that had stumbled and risen countless times, an image that had known strength through years of struggles, laughter through years of tears and joy through years of pain. An image that pulled up the past and present in one shot, an image that radiated so much glory and transformation at the same time. I saw that image with so much love in my eyes and joy in my heart. I was proud of the lady I had become, thankful for the things God had let me go through, and in that moment, I knew I had been captured. I was captured by grace.

LESSONS FROM A TRIP #2!!!

Hey guys,

Its another beautiful Sunday and I hope you had a lovely and well rested weekend like I did.

Two weeks ago, I shared the first lesson gathered from a trip made by a friend to a distant village some weeks back, and I promised I was going to share subsequent ones as time goes on. If you haven't read the first one, it'll be nice to check it out here . There are three main lessons from the trip and I'd be sharing the short second one with you today. I hope you enjoy.

LESSON 2: YOU ARE POOR WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE.

Rich and poor is what I am faced with everyday in Nigeria. It hits me as I look outside in the morning and see people rummaging through the bin.

I feel so sad when I see children with dirty clothes and no shoes come up to ask me for money.

Or when I meet a lady with TB lying in agony on the road to work.

Or when children I know sleep on the floor as there is no space on the single mattress

Or when I get ushered into a private waiting room in the hospital because I can pay, yet on the other side, is a waiting room crowded with people who cannot.

So many situations which actually remind me that I am rich. That life is unfair.

Have you ever learnt a lesson from kids?

I've learnt so much from kids in d past years, and day by day, I keep learning.

I remember a question being asked to a 6 year old boy at my church the other day. The question was simple " What does it mean to be poor"? The boy replied saying "Being poor is when you dont have anything to give".

Everyone can give a smile, a hug, a word of encouragement.

Those were profound insights from a 6 year old. I was indeed touched.

Being rich is not simply about having more things and money. Being rich is seen in the richness of relationships and togetherness in families and societies.

Being rich is in the richness of the faith I see in people who materially have nothing, yet, daily wake up and pray to God whom they trust to provide their needs.

Being rich is the gratitude, love and encouragement we give to our friends who are down and depressed.

Being rich is in the little act of kindness we share and pass on to even those who do not deserve it.

Richness is in the smile this little boy gives even when it seems as tho, there is no reason to smile.

This week, I want to remember that being rich is not simply about material things or having a lot of money. Being rich is about having something to give.

How will I share my wealth this week? How will you share your wealth this week? Give your time, give your love, give hope, give kindness, share a prayer, give a smile.

Have a blessed and Rich week ahead:)