Search Me

Friday 2 February 2024

The Hustle II



Oh my, I got feedbacks! Whooheeeeeee๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป. Thank you, thank you, thank you. It does mean so much to me to know that you're reading and can relate with my "rambles"๐Ÿ˜‚, thank you. Please, do keep the love  coming, it does a lot for me (motivates & encourages). Think of yourself as the wind beneath my sail *soars*, thank you๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

Sunday 28 January 2024

Ruth or Naomi?

Who would you rather be?

I'm almost sure we're familiar with the Bible story of Ruth, the young widow who choose to stick with her Mother-in-law come rain or sunshine. 

Every sermon I've ever encountered have always been centred on her, Ruth's POV ie. The sermons, exhortations, words of encouragement, ministrations etc etc were always about her; her devotion, sacrifice, selflessness and where it led her eventually (one of Jesus' ancestors). That's all good and fine and lovely. However, at the back of my mind, I always did wonder about the person of Naomi (typical curious me); who was she and what did she do to have evoked such devotion, such loyalty, such love (etc) from not one but two of her daughters-in-law, how did she interact with these ladies? 

Mind you, she was a Jew and they, well, Moabites, the people they ordinarily wouldn't have relations or interactions with. So, how did she navigate their differences, so well that made these ladies to fall in love with her to the point of giving their (at least one person did) all for her? That, is the question.

Since I'm yet to hear a sermon on Naomi, I decided to write out the thoughts I'd formed about her over the years. Should this count as a sermon? *Coughs* I don't know, I'm simply sharing my thoughts๐Ÿ˜. By the way, you can read up on this story here (please click), thank you.

So, I keep hearing about how we should be like Ruth, how she was this, she was that, well, how about Naomi, shouldn't we aspire to be like her too? Selfless, caring, magnanimous, and empathetic? Despite all that happened to her, here she was, still looking out for her daughters-in-law. She didn't try to hold them back, seeing as she was all alone in the world. She didn't think, 

"who would take care of me, who will keep me company, who would give me grand children?"

Naomi had every right to be bitter about the hand, life had dealt her. She had every right to want to hold on to these two ladies, after all, they were now her daughters, her sons' wives. But no, she released them, she put their needs first before hers, she saw that they still had so much to live for and did not want to be an obstacle in their way, the one to hold them back, a cog in their wheel of progress.

She gladly released them and with her blessings, telling them she had nothing to offer. Orpah complied and left. I doubt that meant she loved Naomi any less or that Ruth who choose to stay, loved Naomi more. I bet if they were in our present clime where technology has made long distance communication possible, that they'd still be in touch.

Now let's look at Ruth, what a remarkable lady. I daresay, it takes a high level of selflessness or should I say self-sacrifice to do what she did. She literally left home and kin behind and stuck to Naomi, wow. 

Now, was she constrained to do this? No
Was she coerced? No
Did someone come to preach to her about the blessedness of selflessness? No


This brings me to conclude that there just was something about Naomi that brought about such devotion from Ruth, such that would make her choose her over her own family and/or would be future happiness. What do you think?


So to answer my opening question, yes, I'd like to be Ruth. Even more so, yes, I'd like to be Naomi.


They're both remarkable, extraordinary women and I'd like very much to be like them. And I think we ought to encourage our daughters to aspire to be like both women. They both made exceptional sacrifices for the other, an example that I believe, is worth emulating.


Peace.

PS: I have a feeling that I'll be revisiting this story, this has quite evolved from what my original plan was; airing my thoughts. Now, I just might write a story (fiction of course) about these three women.

Friday 26 January 2024

Workaholics United

This is for my workaholics, this year, try to take a breather every once on a while. You'll be thankful you did๐Ÿ˜‰


I do enjoy playing with rhymes, not every time a long poem; short but to the point. Enjoy๐Ÿ˜Š

Monday 22 January 2024

The Fight

I recently had an encounter with malaria and by Jove, it was horrible. I can count on one hand how many times I'd fallen this sick, such aggression, I'd never encountered. You can guess who won right?๐Ÿ˜

*Cue in "stand up for the champion"*

So guys, that was how it went down. I was really angry at the doctor though, Lord forgive me, I thought he'd given a subpar medication.๐Ÿ˜„I mean, I'm treating stuff and it's refusing to go away?๐Ÿ˜„ Now I can laugh about it, but it wasn't funny then.

Oh well, all's well that ends well, I give God the glory.

Friday 5 January 2024

Lost Hearts


The heart of man, hmm, who can fathom it? Thankfully, I've handed over such matters of mystery to my Abba because, I really can't deal or begin to decipher what goes on in there and thankfully, yet again, I'm in good hands. The hands of He who knows our intents and all that goes on within, I rest my matters with Him. I refuse to begin to analyse and psychoanalyse His creatures' doings and/or undoings, it'd drive me nuts. 

One thing I know for certain is that, how I see you, I take you. I cannot begin to do the work of the Holy Spirit whose sole purpose is to convict man's spirit and bring about a transformation, a change. No, I'm not He, so I leave myself at the mercies of God, who is not man. This is my story. 

Well, a happy new year to you.๐Ÿฅณ

This write-up brought a Kirk Franklin's song with a similar title to mind. An old, old friend, that song.

SOTD: Lost hearts by Kirk Franklin

Monday 1 January 2024

2024 itself

Whew, happy new year! Whooo

I began my year with an adventure, haha. How about you? 

I know the start of a new year holds so much significance for a lot of us; a fresh start, new beginnings, second chances and all. So, as we begin the year 2024, it's my prayer that all that you desire, all that you hope for, may they happen to you swiftly.

Here's to 2024 and all that it brings.

Happy new year,

Cheers๐Ÿฅ‚

Sunday 31 December 2023

A wonderful year ends

 

It's the last day of the year 2023๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅณ, congratulations.

It's been God for us, it's been God for us. Wow! Yeah, wow cos collectively, we've been through a lot but here we are, saying goodbye and looking with hope filled eyes at 2024, isn't God good?

Whatever it is that we're doing, whatever it is that we started and didn't finish or couldn't continue in the last year, I'd like to say continue. Finish it in the new year. Don't throw in the towel or beat yourself up cos of a time frame that you gave yourself. I mean, you're alive to continue right? That's the most important thing if you ask me; the gift of life. 

It's quite easy to get lost in the details of hitting ones' goals and targets but let's try to remember that it is the living (and the healthy living btw), that can smash goals. Believe me, if you were in the hospital fighting for your life, the last thing you'd be thinking of is meeting goals and targets.

So as we reflect and count down to the new year, let's try to give ourselves some credit, we have tried, and more importantly, God has tried for us. Whew!

Saturday 30 December 2023

The Burden of Grief




It creeps up on you unexpectedly 

Bringing with it, dead weight

With no time frame of its departure

And so you wait


You wait for the pain that'll soon hit

A pain so deep you feel you can't breath

A pain that feels like drowning

Gasping for air that isn't forthcoming 

Then you wait some more


For the reprieve, however brief that comes afterwards 

You wait for the guilt to hit

Yes guilt because the had I knowns become what ifs

For the wishes however vain, of doing it all over again


And then you wait, again

For the pain to subside

For the tears to stop flowing

For the ache to end


It's a waiting game

One that never ends

Cos this game, you'll play it over and over

In different ways

Different climes and times

Different scenarios 

A never ending cycle

All you can do is wait

For it to run its course

Friday 29 December 2023

2024 in a bit



I'm back!
Am I? *Thinks in unplanned hiatus*
2022 came, I said same thing
2023, same
2024, well, at least I've put pen on paper (finger to screen) and published this, so yes I'm back. I really am.

I realise I broke things off abruptly *cue in the break up clichรฉ* it wasn't you, it was me, really and truly. Life changed and I wondered about how best to bring it on here, to put it on the blog, and if I wanted that at all. You know, all of my business out here, and then with all that indecision hanging around in my head, it just turned into a hiatus, a totally unplanned one๐Ÿ˜Š

But it turns out it was necessary. So you see, it worked out good and now I'm back *cue in another popular cliche* better and stronger ๐Ÿ˜‚ 

I realise we're not yet in 2024 but what's another 2 days to you? Welcome to 2024 & I wish you a Merry Christmas. By the way, "adniL's corner" is in transition. I have no clue what/where we're transiting to, but I beg of you to not leave us, hang in tight and let's see what this pupa metamorphoses into. 

Cheers...




Wait, wait, wait please. Did you notice the photos I used? *preens in AI generated images pride* 

Yes, I created those and for some reason, I feel so fulfilled. Maybe it's because I've been wanting to jump on that bandwagon for sometime now, or maybe *dramatic gasp in sudden insight* having images for the blog wouldn't be so challenging now๐Ÿ˜ *dances in eureka* I may also seem to have found a new love for all these inserts (asterisked comments?)๐Ÿ˜…


Abeg, bye guys, before I carry una go where we no know.

Toodles ๐Ÿ˜Š

Tuesday 27 June 2023

Waiting...



A blank page at me stares
Why, I wonder
To be inked?
Be filled with verses?
Be soaked in tears?

To bear the whispers of imaginary voices?
Of thoughts cajoled into words?
To carry on long standing traditions
Of bulky volumes and sloppy handprints?

Still waiting

Straight lines and slanted writing
Like a fun house mirror,
Tilting the perception of things
Turning what ifs to why nots
Putting flesh to thoughts
And life to words

Waiting

An act of patience
The silence of thinking
The sound of scribbling
On a blank page that stares at me
Waiting to be filled

Image, courtesy of @plethorae_jewelry