The Beginning

Chapter 2
The Beginning

Her physical beauty drew men to her. As I drove home, closing late from church I realized this was the second time I have seen her. I drove back to the point where she stood. My heart raced. This would be the first time I have ever ministered outside the confines of the church. I turned back to leave but the Spirit of God pulled me back.

Bracing myself, I walked up to her. So self-conscious was I that my steps were wobbly. She stopped walking when she noticed me. She stared at me with eyes drawn together.

“You are beautiful,” I said. It was all I could think of to say. I was out of my comfort zone and I couldn’t find the right words to say.

She laughed and replied, “I know.”

“There is someone I would like you to meet.”

After a pause, she said,

“I charge Two Thousand Naira per hour. I work for six hours.”

Without thinking, I replied. “I will pay.”

She walked with me to my car and I drove off to the children’s park close by. Although it was late, it was well lit. A security post was stationed nearby. We sat down on a bench. Silently I prayed for wisdom.

“So, who is this person I am to meet?” she asked with a frown.

I pulled out my bible and said,
“His name is Jesus.”

“You can’t be serious. Are you one of those religious fanatics?” she asked with a frown.

Smiling I said, “I am a fanatic for Jesus.”

“Yeah right. I should leave.” She got up to walk away.

“Why are you leaving? I agreed to pay you, did I not?”

When she nodded her head albeit reluctantly, I continued,

“Then why are you leaving?” I asked her again…………….

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What is Your Story?

For a while now, I have been busy with a lot of personal projects that I have not had time to update this blog as I would have loved to.

I am sorry about that. My neglect makes me wonder about the true reason why I blog?

Truthfully, at the beginning it was about my writing. About me creating a platform to meet and share me work with individuals. I wanted to share my story.
Blogging to me then was like an advertisement. I had a product to sell(my books) and I needed an avenue to show case that.

However, after a few weeks it became more than that. My story started changing. I fell in love with writing out scriptures and inspirational quotes that moved me emotionally.. It felt like I was writing a message.. It no longer became about my books, it was now about the WORD. About a desire to touch just one person out there who takes out time to read what I have written.

So now, after a year of blogging I ask myself – what is my story? If someone was to talk about me, my books or my blog, what would they say?

I wonder….

I remember Ruth 2: 11, Boaz said, “I’ve been told all about what you have done for your mother-in-law since the death of your husband….”

The emphasis here are the words used by Boaz.. ‘I have been told’

Just like the story of Ruth was told to Boaz because of her good deeds, I want my story to be told not because I can write a book or string a few words cohesively. No, I want my story to be told because I have touched a life..

That my dear friends is the story I desire and hopefully with His help I will have it..

What story would you like to be said about you?

Edith Edremoda.

Her Name was Rose

Originally posted on TURNBACK TO GOD


Red roses were her favorites,
Her name was also Rose,
And every year her husband sent them,
tied with pretty bows.

The year he died,
the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine,”
like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses,
and the note would always say,
“I love you even more this year,
than last year on this day.

My love for you will always grow,
with every passing year.”
She knew this was the last time
that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses
in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know,
that he would pass away.

He always liked things early,
way before the time.
Then if he got too busy,
everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems,
and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase
beside the portrait of his smiling face.

She would sit for hours,
in her husband’s favorite chair.
While staring at his picture,
and the roses sitting there.

A year went by,
and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude,
that had become her fate.

Then that very hour,
as on Valentine’s before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses,
sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in,
and just looked at them in shock.
Then, she went to get the telephone,
to call the florist shop.

The owner answered, and she asked him,
if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her,
causing her such pain?

“I know your husband passed away,
more than a year ago,”
The owner said, “I knew you’d call,
and you would want to know.

The flowers you received today,
were paid for in advance,
your husband always planned ahead,
he left nothing to chance.

There is a standing order,
that I have on file down here,
as he has paid, well in advance,
you’ll get them every year.

There is also another thing,
that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card…he did this years ago,
Then should I find out that he’s no longer here,

That’s the card…that should be sent to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone,
her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly
reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he
had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence,
this is what he wrote…

“Hello my love, I know
it’s been a year since I’ve been gone,
I hope it hasn’t been too hard
for you to overcome.

I know it must be lonely,
and the pain is very real.
Or if it was the other way,
I know how I would feel.

The love we shared made everything
so beautiful in life,
I loved you more than words can say,
you were the perfect wife.

You were my friend and lover,
you fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year,
but please try not to grieve.

I want you to be happy,
even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses
will be sent to you for years.

When you get these roses,
think of all the happiness,
that we had together,
and how both of us were blessed.

I have always loved you,
and you know I always will.
But my love, you must go on,
you have some living still.

Please… try to find happiness,
while living out your days.
I know it is not easy,
but I hope you find some ways.

The roses will come every year,
and they will only stop,
When your door’s not answered,
when the florist stops to knock.

He will come five times that day,
in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit,
he will know without a doubt.

To take the roses to the place,
where I’ve instructed him.
And place them where we are,
together once again.

Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.
Someone who makes you laugh until you can’t stop;
Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.

Someone who convinces you that there really is
an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.

Mama’s Bible

Originally Posted on Christian Funny Pictures

Four brothers left home for college, and they became successful doctors
and lawyers.
One evening, they chatted after having dinner together. They
discussed the 95th birthday gifts they were able to give their elderly mother who moved
to Florida .

The first said, “You know I had a big house built for Mama.”

The second said, “And I had a large theater built in the house.”

The third said, “And I had my Mercedes dealer deliver an SL600 to her.”

The fourth said, “You know how Mama loved reading the Bible and you know
she can’t read anymore because she can’t see very well. I met this
preacher who told me about a parrot who could recite the entire Bible. It took
ten preachers almost 8 years to teach him. I had to pledge to contribute
$50,000 a year for five years to the church, but it was worth it.
Mama only has to name the chapter and verse, and the parrot will recite it.”

The other brothers were impressed. After the celebration Mama sent out
her “Thank You” notes.

She wrote: Milton , the house you built is so huge that I live in only one
room, but I have to clean the whole house. Thanks anyway.”

“Marvin, I am too old to travel. I stay home; I have my groceries
delivered, so I never use the Mercedes. The thought was good. Thanks.”

“Michael, you gave me an expensive theater with Dolby sound and it can
hold 50 people, but all of my friends are dead, I’ve lost my hearing,
and I’m nearly blind. I’ll never use it. Thank you for the gesture just the

“Dearest Melvin, you were the only son to have the good sense to give
a little thought to your gift. The chicken was delicious. Thank you so much.”

Love, Mama

When You Start Comparing Yourself To Other Writers

Originally posted on Carly Watters, Literary Agent:

dontcompareThe reality of pursuing anything you’re super passionate about is the jealousy that can pervade you. Writing is no exception.

When you start comparing yourself to other writers, their books or book deals you’re going down a dark path. Here are my tips to avoid jealousy when it creeps in.


1. Remember they started somewhere too. You might be seeing them at a different point in their career. I love this quote from Jon Acuff because it’s SO TRUE. If you’re at the beginning and you are comparing yourself to someone in the middle of their career–there is no comparison! Apples and oranges.

2. It should spur you on to think ‘If they can do it, so can I!’ Don’t let jealousy stop you from trying. When you see other writers getting deals it shouldn’t make you think ‘Why them and not me!’ It…

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Value What You Have – – – The Song of the Birds story

Value What You Have – – – The Song of the Birds story

The owner of a small business, a friend of the poet Olavo Bilac, met him on the street and asked him: “Mr.Bilac, I need to sell my small farm, the one you know so well. Could you please write an announcement for me for the paper?”

Bilac wrote: “For Sale, a beautiful property, where birds sing at dawn in extensive woodland, bisected by the brilliant and sparkling waters of a large stream. The house is bathed by the rising sun. It offers tranquil shade in the evenings on the veranda.”

Some time later, the poet met his friend and asked whether he had sold the property? To which he replied: “I’ve changed my mind when I read what you had written, I realized the treasure that was mine.”

Appreciate What You Have

Sometimes we underestimate the good things we have, chasing after the miracles of false treasures. We often see people letting go of their children, families, spouses, friends, profession, their knowledge – accumulated over many years, their good health & all the good things in life. They throw out the window what God has given them, so freely! Things which were nourished with so much care & effort.

Look around, appreciate what you have: your home, loved ones, friends whom you can really count, the knowledge you have gained, your good health & all the beautiful things of life, that are truly your most precious treasure. We can no longer shower kindness on those we love after they have died. It is useless to want to re-do the work that we may have done negligently. It’s best to appreciate and do things well now!

Ask God at every moment that our problems & concerns never degenerate into feelings of sadness & anxiety. “Cast all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7) Be in union with God, who will provide the courage needed to be certain of victory in the struggle, cause God will give with abundance what we need.

We are all imperfect. Always praise & value your loved ones. Do all you can to make it even better. See what you can do to improve your environment instead of complaining. Instead of isolating yourself, because of weakness or failure, seek to invest in true & constructive friendship in your life.

Faith in God is necessary to strengthen self-esteem, in dealing with daily problems.


God The Perfect Father


A king who did not believe in the goodness of God, had a slave who, in all circumstances, said: “My king, do not be discouraged, because everything God does is perfect, no mistakes!”

One day they went hunting and along the way a wild animal attacked the king. His slave managed to kill the animal, but could not prevent his majesty losing a finger.

Furious and without showing his gratitude for being saved, the nobleman said “Is God good? If He was good, I would not have been attacked and lost my finger.” The slave replied: “My king, despite all these things, I can only tell you that God is good, and he knows “why” of all these things. What God does is perfect. He is never wrong!” Outraged by the response, the king ordered the arrest of his slave.

Later, he left for another hunt and was captured by savages who made human sacrifices. In the altar, ready to sacrifice the nobleman, the savages found that the victim had not one of his fingers, so he was released. According to them, it was not so complete to be offered to the gods.

Upon his return to the palace, he authorized the release of his slave that he received very affectionately. “My dear, God was really good to me! I was almost killed by the wild men, but for lack of a single finger, I was let go! But I have a question: if God is so good, why did he allow me to put you in jail?”

The slave replied: “My King, if I had gone with you in this hunt, I would have been sacrificed for you, because I have no missing finger, therefore, remember everything God does is perfect. He is never wrong.”

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Often we complain about life, and negative things that happen to us, forgetting that nothing is random and that everything has a purpose. Every morning, offer your day to God, don’t be in a rush. God is the perfect father.

Ask God to inspire your thoughts, guide your actions, and ease your feelings. And do not be afraid. God is never wrong! You know why this message is for you? I do not know, but God knows, because he never makes mistakes. He is the perfect father and He uses imperfect people.

The path of God and his word is perfect, without impurities. He is the way of all those who trust in Him.


How Strange It Is…

How strange it is…


We wish to earn loads of money, but we have the best of times only when we have just 10 bucks in our pocket..

We wish to wear high brands, but we feel most comfortable in dirty pyjama pants…

We wish to sit in taj and marriot with elite people, but we enjoy roadside vendor food with friends the most..

We wish to own big cars and go on long drives yet we talk our heart out only while walking down a long road..

Life is indeed simple..

Why make it complex by running after what never gives us joy..

Love life.. Take note of small things…

For when you achieve the bigger ones, you can smile and say..

‘I have lived it all’


The Mirror Has Two Faces…..

When you look in a mirror, what do you see?
Do you see the imperfect nose, the ugly dimples or do you see the beautiful dimples and the perfect nose?
People say the mirror has two faces, for me though, it has one.


When I look in the mirror, I see me and only me. No deception.
I see the girl with the big nose and protruding forehead. That’s what I see and I love it.

Ist Peter 2:9: “But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people………” KJV

I am a peculiar person. God has made me peculiar. Of the billions of people who have lived and died before me and the billions of people who will live and die after me, no one can be ME.

So I ask myself, why would I want to be someone else, look like someone else, live like someone else? Why?

Now, this here is the biggie!

I have asked myself over and over again this question especially at times when, society is demanding I conform and my self will seems to be dwindle. It has happened many times in the past and will happen many times in the future.
I am asked to change, sometimes forcefully or sometimes sublimely, in my writing, in my life, in simple things as my dress sense. It is what the society expects of me. The images and media circulating, constantly bombarding my senses makes it difficult for me at times to decide who I am. But then, I remember that scripture. ..
Oh! I remember that I am a peculiar person, there can only be one, Me.

Just as there is only one me, there can only be one you.
Be who God wants you to be, YOURSELF.
For each man has a destiny. Find yourself in His word and He will surely direct your path.

A Man died…

A man died…

When he realized it, he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in his hand.

Dialog between God and Dead Man:

God: Alright son, it’s time to go

Man: So soon? I had a lot of plans…

God: I am sorry but, it’s time to go

Man: What do you have in that suitcase?

God: Your belongings

Man: My belongings? You mean my things… Clothes… money…

God: Those things were never yours, they belong to the Earth

Man: Is it my memories?

God: No. They belong to Time

Man: Is it my talent?

God: No. They belong to Circumstance

Man: Is it my friends and family?

God: No son. They belong to the Path you travelled

Man: Is it my wife and children?

God: No. they belong to your Heart

Man: Then it must be my body

God: No No… It belongs to Dust

Man: Then surely it must be my Soul!

God: You are sadly mistaken son. Your Soul belongs to me.

Man with tears in his eyes and full of fear took the suitcase from the God’s hand and opened it…


With heartbroken and tears down his cheek he asks God…

Man: I never owned anything?

God: That’s Right. You never owned anything.

Man: Then? What was mine?

God: your MOMENTS.
Every moment you lived was yours.


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