Freewill; good or bad?

freechoicesIt is not just enough to have freewill, you have to be held solely accountable for the Carte Blanche you have been given over your life and how it pans out.

Most times I sit and wonder what the world would have been like if we weren’t at liberty to do whatever we feel like.

Freedom from control or interference within the purview of the sovereignty of God hasn’t done man a lot of good if you ask me; though, we can’t deny the fact that we have learnt more from our mistakes, than we have within the four walls of any classroom in Ivory Towers.

In line with democracy, free will still exist as you are allowed to do what ever you like, as long as it doesn’t infringe on another person’s right. The power belongs to the people, and as a leader, you must be made to face the consequences of the choices you make on their behalf.

I heard a man on television today made a remarkable statement; he intimated that studies show that the best decision makers are death row inmates, while the worst are lottery winners. That set my mind to wondering why.


Why would a man who has just gained financial freedom, opening him to a whole new world of choices, a poorer decision maker than a man in captive bereft of any hope, save a good last meal? Could it be the superfluity or dearth of choices?

Let this be clear: both men are free to choose.

Jesus, a true Democrat?

Going through my Facebook page, I came across this post written by Orla Mbiwe and apparently, this was her reply to Facebook’s cliche question “What’s on your mind?”. I thought it insightful enough to share with my WordPress folks. I know it is usually a herculean task to get any one to comment on here, but this would be a good post to start.


Just going through the scriptures & soaking it in. Jesus may have been a true democrat you know. He believed in respect of authority (which might as well be the three arms of government) and diplomacy to avoid chaos.

“Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s.” The Pharisees were trying to trap Him. They thought they had an air tight dilemma. If Jesus says “pay the taxes,” it will turn the common people (the people of the land) against Him. It would also turn the zealots against Him. If He said, “don’t pay taxes,” then the Herodians (agents of the king) have it from His mouth that He is fomenting rebellion. If they reported something like that with grounds, the arrest would have happened sooner.

Q “If you are to render to Caesar what bears his image, then what are you to render to God?”
A: “You render to God what bears His image, and what bears the image of God is yourself (Gen 1:26,27).”

It didn’t end there in my thoughts… He would have surmounted the challenges of tribal/ethnic sentiments in these modern times.

Matthew 12:49… And stretching out His hand toward His disciples, He said, “Behold My mother and My brothers! 50. “For whoever does the will of My Father who is in heaven, he is My brother and sister and mother.”

Democrats are meant to be people-oriented. Its government of the people. Leaders must be selfless and place the people first to achieve God’s will for them and not abuse power in anyway. So… picture a Jesus… who knew his heavenly affiliation… had a mission to accomplish… had heavenly powers that could make or mar. In his charismatic humility… he allowed himself to be crucified by people he could have chosen to destroy in one breath. Obviously, in these modern times, he would have allowed freedom of expression and shown restraint by not unleashing his powers indiscriminately. A regular person may choose to call him a weakling. Truth is… It takes a lot of admirable courage to show restraint in the face of so much power!!!

“Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing” are found in Luke 23:34. Jesus looked down from the cross upon the scene that was most distressing to Him. The Roman soldiers were casting lots for His clothing (John 19:23–24); the criminals on the crosses to either side of Him were reviling Him (Matthew 27:44); the religious leaders were mocking Him (Matthew 27:41–43); and the crowd was blaspheming Him (Matthew 27:39). Jesus looked down upon this most unworthy lot and said, “Father, forgive them.” How could this be? The true face of a democrat.

To be Christ-like is to be humane. To love beyond barriers and to avoid conflict that will endanger others.

Are you a true Democrat?

God bless Nigeria.

I want to be mistaken for JESUS


Few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago .. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night’s dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly-missed boarding…

ALL BUT ONE!!! He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.
He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.
He was glad he did.

The 16-year-old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her; no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.
The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.
When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, “Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?” She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, “I hope we didn’t spoil your day too badly.”
As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, “Mister….” He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, “Are you Jesus?
He stopped in mid-stride …. and he wondered. He gently went back and said, “No, I am nothing like Jesus – He is good, kind, caring, loving, and would never have bumped into your display in the first place.
“The girl gently nodded: “I only asked because I prayed for Jesus to help me gather the apples. He sent you to help me, so you are like Him – only He knows who will do His will. Thank you for hearing His call, Mister.”
Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: “Are you Jesus?”

Do people mistake you for Jesus?
That’s our destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace.
If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting scripture and going to church. It’s actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.
You are the apple of His eye even though you, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and I up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.


I came across this on a friend’s Facebook page and thought to share, for i have more times than one, thought about being such a blessing to someone that i’d be answering a prayer of theirs. BUT I never get around to doing that. It’s either i’m in such a hurry or want to do my good deeds in a big way, and as such never get around to it. (Procrastination)

It’s the little things that matter.

You don’t have to always reserve those dead N10 or N20 notes for the beggars you pass by in traffic, I try and I can say i feel fulfilled knowing I have given them enough for at least one meal of the day and anything else they get is extra. There are a lot of people in need of a blessing from God and the earlier we see ourselves as agents of His transforming love, we’d find out that more people’s needs are being met.

Let’s be a blessing to someone today, and always. I want to be mistaken for Jesus. How about you?

Please share this, IF you feel led to do so.

Against All Odds

From the onset, I had this uncanny feeling that today day was going to turn out thus; I had lazied about all day, spent most of my morning sprawled out in bed and was reading a novel I’d just started the night before. Before long it was 2 pm, I hadn’t left the house all day, and I felt caged. Despite the fact it was threatening to rain, and the clouds had darkened, I set out for the ‘fish pond’ somewhere in New Layout, off Jakpa Road in Warri; a relaxation spot, with a scenery and tranquility, that had long since won over my heart.


The time at the pond was everything I thought it would be, except that there was always someone who would want to be all chatty with me. I longed to enjoy alone, in silence, the serenity of this joint. Take in the scenery, hearing but not listening to the sound of fishes swimming, while I read my novel by Robert Ludlum. After having relaxed myself entirely, I Day-dreamed briefly about being a CIA operative on some clandestine mission in Rio, forgetting occasionally, rather intermittently, that I was on some marshy land cum pond in the heart of Warri, South-South of Nigeria.


The walk out of ‘New Layout’ was always the hassle. It was hard hitching a ride or seeing a tri-cycle strut by. I made it through the seemingly long and arduous journey, and found myself a keke headed to ‘PTI Road’.


The destitute by the road side with arms folded, sitting on the square base, of the first street light pole at ‘PTI Junction’, was probably wondering where his next meal would come from. I’m also sure thoughts of where he would rather be, instead of out in the cold and under the rain, were running through his mind. The Lord’s divine provision encompasses us all. If He (GOD) can feed the birds of the air, and cloth the lilies of the fields, how much us made in his own image and likeness? Matt 6:25

With that passage right through to verse 35, I’m certain and confident of both my tomorrow and that of the homeless dude. He will in His divine manner, meet each of us at the point of our needs; be it, scholarship to go do your Masters abroad, or that new grounds breaking job that would literally enlarge your territory, or your next meal or customers for the products and services you offer.


The hustle and bustle, for MOFOR bus always takes a toll on me.

There are no marked or stipulated buses that go that direction, so it’s your intuition that matters here; speed and finesse at hustling cabs, amidst many desperate passengers also counts.

I had gotten used to this, but I was still always visibly taken aback by the scene of touts collecting their matching ground fee, from the rickety cabs and tri-cycle (keke) drivers. If you picked up passengers on their turf, you had to pay up; like I called them earlier ‘touts’, they were always crude in their approach and the drivers nearly always reluctant, despite being accustomed the norm. From the renegade look on the driver’s face, to the aggressive disposition of the ‘area boys’, a fight was always brewing.


The first keke I entered wasn’t going to take me all the way to my final destination, but I decided to enter it anyways because by the time we got to his last bus stop, I would have gotten half way home. Long before we got to the final junction, the other two passengers had alighted, leaving me alone with the mean looking driver with the stench of alcohol in his breath. Unconsciously, my sub conscious had started reciting ‘the Grace’, “May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the sweet fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with me, now and forever more. Amen.”


His Grace was the only thing I knew could save me, in case anything went wrong on this lonely stretch, especially with the way this keke driver kept slowing down and looking into the bushes. Surely, His goodness and mercies shall follow me, all the days of my life (this was one day in my life, so …) and I shall dwell in the presence of the Lord Forever and Ever Amen.


In my mind’s eye, it felt like ages, but I soon reached his last bus-stop. It was deserted except for three young boys, who could be anything from robbers to harmless delinquents, who kept fairly late hours (8pm). In seconds that didn’t amount to near a minute, another keke showed up, going my direction and I hurriedly filled the only space left. I could hear them boys murmuring something I didn’t care to listen to; maybe they thought I had stolen their ride, or were cursing at how lucky I was, to have gotten away in the nick of time.

Frankly, I didn’t care.

I was on my way home, and would soon be on my bed, clad in my dry Jack & Jones hooded sweater. Even the walk into the estate, because bikes had been stopped since 7pm didn’t matter, I just had my eyes on the bigger picture and soon it too passed away; I was home.