THURSDAY(APRIL 7th): OH I CAN’T WAIT!

It’s funny how starting to write an article can seem like the most difficult part of writing. I remember looking at the topic or what this article should be about and wondering how I am going to start and even more bewildering, what I am going to write about. But I am determined to grow as a writer so this is me, writing anyway.

We all have that moment when we need to sleep but can’t seem to close our eyes and actually get some sleep. For some people, this may be due to deep thoughts of a loved one. Others might experience this due to medical issues. But another set of individuals may experience this as a result of…..sleeping in the afternoon! Lol. I think we need to have some scientifically proven statistics for this situation to graduate into a theory or law, because it is still quite hypothetical to me. Make tiredness jam you first, if I hear sey sleep no go gather for your eye, afternoon nap or no afternoon nap.

Anyway, as for me, I tend to experience this situation as a result of anxiety. Maybe when I have a presentation coming up or something that involves facing the crowd or even a football match I have been looking forward to playing in. No matter how ready I am, my mind gets saturated with the thoughts of how it’s going to be. I start imagining how everything is going to happen. It’s almost like a burden. Like let it just come and go jare.

I remember when I was told – on a Champions League final day – that I would be the one to anchor the testimony session in the Sunday service which was the next day. I was still struggling with the shyness issue back then so I became quite unstable. I couldn’t even watch the final with a piece of mind. Yes I said “piece”. Because my mind was too divided to be in one piece. I was thinking of how it would be, what I would wear, what I would say and also trying to relaxingly watch the final all at once. I later went upstairs to play FIFA so as to inhibit the anxiety, but I could hardly concentrate on that as well. I can’t even remember if I struggled to sleep that night but all I can remember is that my mind wasn’t as calm as a troublesome baby asleep. The day came and everything went well. The funny thing is, when I experience something like this, and everything goes well or better than I expected, I wonder why I was even bothered or anxious in the first place.

Sometimes it is: I lay in bed and close my eyes to get some sleep but I can’t, because all I can think about is….tomorrow. What does tomorrow have in store for me? Is it good or bad? All I can think about is…..the future. Is the future even bright? Yes, I am the light of the world, but is my light bright enough to overcome this darkness that clouds my sight of the future?

Sometimes it is: I lay in bed and close my eyes to get some sleep but I can’t, all I can think about is today, why? Because it’s a new day and I can’t afford to miss that exam I have been preparing for after paying so much money for tuition and spending sleepless nights praying and reading. I can sleep after I ace it abeg.

Sometimes, we just worry too much.

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WEDNESDAY (MARCH 30th): FROM AFAR?

As a football fan, I have easily fallen for any game that involves the sport. From paper table soccer to biro cover + button table soccer to kantas table soccer to football video games. That’s about how far I have gone for the love of the sport. Foil paper was a very valuable possession during the table soccer times. That was the best material used to make the ball. It was almost as if when anybody brought ice cream home, the thing that would come to mind is to ensure the security of the foil paper used to cover the ice cream. Fast forward and table soccer has been modernized. I had never for once fancied this modernized type of the game so I think I only tried playing it once when I was much younger. It just didn’t feel like the ones from back in the day. It’s funny how I just didn’t like or fancy the game even though I hadn’t given it a proper shot. I hadn’t given it the benefit of doubt. I just didn’t like it from afar. Sounds familiar? Just like how we just merely observe someone, judge and despise the person without even knowing him or her, without even giving the person a chance. Everybody na law person. Judges of the jungle. But when we then get to know the person, we secretly ask God for forgiveness for misjudging or underrating the individual. He or she then turns out to be the friend or family we hoped for but never had.  Crazy world.

Anyway, today I gave the modernized table soccer game (foosball) a chance in my life. Thanks to Francis, a friend I just made. He’s quite good in the game and he asked me about the game recently when he saw the table in the reception of my residence. I just showed my usual lack of interest in the game. But today, I decided to give it a go. We played and played till the 7th game. I lost 5 of the 7 games and won 2, but Francis can testify that I still gave him a hard time after understanding the game.

My people, lo and behold, I have fallen in love with the game! After all these years of disliking it from afar, I finally fell in love after giving it a chance. As a matter of fact, I am looking forward to the next game.

So I have been reminded from this experience, never to judge from afar, never to conclude or hate from afar, but to rather give that thing or person a chance. A shot. A benefit of doubt. I think it is safe to say that everything or person we encounter deserves to be understood first.

SATURDAY (MARCH 26TH): STAND FIRM

 

So I realized I have not been doing this journal thing well. I have been doing more of writing on my daily activities instead of writing on my observations each day. Oh well, I don’t really go out these days. The only thing that takes me out is either church meetings or food. Anyway, I am doing it right tonight.

I observed something today for like the second time. The breeze here can literally blow you to the ground. Another thing I have observed is that everybody is on their own here. What I mean is, nobody sends you, apart from the friends you have made here. Everyone is just going about their business. These two observations got me thinking. The major one being the breeze situation.

The breeze blowing is just like life. Life, blowing daily with challenges. If person no strong, person go just de fall anyhow. So one must stand firm in one’s beliefs, in one’s values and personal convictions, because anyone can just come with anything and if you are shallow and weak, you would easily fall. When walking in the cold and ‘kinetic’ breeze, I fix my hands in my jacket pockets. This, in a way, helps me get some form of balance against the breeze. So in life, man must stand firm and fix his faith on what he really believes regardless of whatever breeze of challenge that blows.

“If you don’t stand for something, you would fall for anything”. – Unknown

I hope this makes sense though.

I REMEMBER

As I write this, I am yet to know which particular incident I want to or should write about. I have written about my encounter with the police while driving and I have also written about my minor driving accident. Oh well.

I like the type of man I am becoming, or better still, I like the type of man God is transforming me into. It’s amazing to me because, when I look back at the type of guy I was, compared to my present self, I can see that a lot of things have changed. The mirrors I have used in my lifetime are one of my major witnesses. You may be wondering, “What is this guy saying? What on earth do mirrors have to do with witnessing? Abi is he trying to form grammarian, getting all figurative with the personification” If these are your thoughts, my reply is: Relax and let me land.

There was a time when I would look at my bald face in the mirror and wish and hope for a lovely goatee. Yes, a lovely goatee. There was just something about having a goatee. To me, it seemed to have that manliness upshot. There was this close friend of mine at the time whose goatee had already started manifesting so I didn’t want to carry last and all. This was when I was in secondary school. I tried many things but it just didn’t manifest. It was quite tiring. Later on it started growing without much stress. Bible wey talk sey “God makes everything beautiful in its time” no lie. Now the goatee grows well, even with a bonus of an almost connecting beard. Everything na time.

Oh I remember when I was terribly shy. Crazy stuff. Looking at someone (especially a stranger) was a major struggle. Self-esteem issues were part of the reason for this, I guess. If I was told then that a time would come when I would be going on evangelism to preach to strangers on the road, I probably would have laughed it off (maybe while facing the ground). Since I got saved, God has been helping me deal with it. When God tells you that He didn’t put the spirit of fear in you and that the righteous are as bold as a lion, shyness would start getting shy. So if I meet you, the reader of this article, for the first time, we would relate like we have known each other for a long time. God be praised!

I remember when I struggled with academics in high school. I was basically an average student. Coming 16th, 28th, 21st etc out of 41/42. But glory to God for putting an excellent spirit in me and making me finish with a First Class grade in Industrial Chemistry. This transformation alone can make me confidently and wholeheartedly tell an atheist that there is God o!

I remember when I disliked church. Now I’m not just a church boy, but God’s boy!

JUST DO IT.

Lanre had been driving for nearly 3 years now. Although he had become a better driver, his driving was confined to just his neighborhood – Magodo Phase 1, Isheri, Lagos. The major reason for this restriction was due to his lack of a Driver’s license. And so to avoid the police, he could only move freely within the neighborhood. He didn’t have a license because he hadn’t found time to apply for one due to being busy with school and National Youth Service – well that was his side of the story. There were times during the ‘busy’ periods when he could have created time to apply for the license, but Lanre kept on pushing it aside, or forward, into the later box. When he was finally through with school and Youth Service, his mom, his dad and other people brought the license issue up. This time around, knowing he didn’t have the ‘lack of time’ excuse at his disposal, he had to bestir himself as touching the matter. The move was to talk to his dad about it. They did talk about it, and fortunately for Lanre, the closest Road Safety office he could go to for the application was just at Ojodu Berger – about 25 minutes from his house. His dad, Mr. Evelyn, was a busy man. Always on the phone, either texting or calling someone. And so Lanre needed to be on his dad’s neck to get the required money and all, but he seemed satisfied with just that one move and didn’t bother stressing the issue as he should have.

Lanre was an active church worker in the youth church he attended – less than 20 minutes from his house. He always tried to be a part of every service held at the church – Sunday services and Midweek services. But for some reason, he didn’t really have an affinity for vigils. And so he had missed various vigils organized by the church, most especially the vigils organized by the Drama department, which he was part of. Another Drama department vigil was forthcoming, and in an attempt to repent of his bad vigil attendance, Lanre decided to go. This meant that he had to wait for his mum to get back from work with her car – which was tinted at the back – so he could drive to church. This would be his first time of driving late in the night, but boy was he looking forward to this experience. His mum got back, and out he went with the car.

Lanre was a reader, so one would assume that he had passion for knowledge. One would be quick to rebuff any accusation of ignorance brought against him. But ironically, even as a reader, he was still ignorant of many things. Many things like knowing what the car documents looked like and if they were up-to-date. But really, can we blame our guy? Why should he be bothered with all that since he had been driving within his neighborhood with no police confrontations whatsoever? And he still had not gotten a driver’s license, even though the issue came up again during the week in which he was to go for the vigil. Anyway, back to Lanre’s anticipated late driving experience.

The time was around 10:40pm when he headed out with the car. Isheri bus stop, which is also a junction, has two roads that link to Lanre’s church. Once you reach this junction, you are 5 minutes away from Lanre’s church. Lanre normally took a particular road whenever he reached this junction, but due to it being late in the night, he assumed the gate at the beginning of the street of his church would have been locked, so he took the other road. The end of this road is also a junction. A police station is just by the junction. And Lanre had never seen policemen at this junction stopping cars to ask the drivers the usual things – car documents, driver’s license or money – so he was cruising with peace of mind on this road. It’s hard to go unnoticed by policemen while driving a tinted minivan in Lagos. To Lanre’s surprise, there they were, the policemen, stopping cars and asking for the usual things. His heart skipped a beat when he was told to park.

Even as a passenger, His heart would skip a beat whenever the driver in the car was told to park. His mum, Mrs Abiola, was the opposite though. She could drive confidently with no license and outdated car documents. She knew how to give policemen ‘strong face’ even when at fault. Confam Lagos woman!

Anyway so Lanre parked the car, thinking he wouldn’t have to answer many questions, or any at all, so far he told them he was going for a vigil. I mean, everybody for Nigeria de fear God so the vigil should have been enough to bail him out of this situation. But he thought wrong. After trying the ‘vigil bail’ statement, the policeman was uninterested and asked for the car documents. Starting with the Tint Permit document. Lanre had to call his mum to ask where the documents were, especially the Tint Permit. Talk about ignorance. At this stage, fear had started messing with him, so he couldn’t properly identify the documents at first. He successfully gave him the car documents he asked for. Stage 1 was cleared. Then the policeman asked him for his name. He answered. The next question the policeman asked was the question Lanre was dreading in such a situation. He asked, “Where is your Driver’s license?” Being a Christian boy, Lanre didn’t want to lie, so he tried the ‘vigil bail’ statement again. “ Oga abeg, I’m going to my church for a vigil and I’m running late already, my house isn’t far, I sharply took my mum’s car”. But oga police wasn’t buying it. So Lanre started talking about how he hadn’t had time to apply for a license because of school and youth service, and that he intended to apply for one very soon. He also mentioned having a Learner’s Permit (which wasn’t with him and had expired a long time ago). The policeman rebuffed all his excuses and handed him over to another policeman. The other policeman wasn’t buying the excuses too so he told Lanre to park inside the station. Lanre obeyed and gave the policeman the car key, as instructed. As far as the policemen were concerned, money was sure for them that night. Lanre had given them an inroad. He was told to pay 5,000 Naira to get himself out of the situation, but he believed he could beg his way out. After begging for about 1 hour and there was no result, the belief shrunk. And so he paid the money, painfully. Painfully, because he knew could have avoided all he experienced if hadn’t been pushing the license issue aside, or forward, into the later box. Talk about Could haves and Should haves. He couldn’t go for the vigil again (obviously), so he headed back home in anger and regret.

Tobi Balogun once said, “What you don’t do at the right time would cost you”. Fight and overcome procrastination today!

St GEORGE!!!!

TURN.UP.

 

Happy new year to my readers. Thank you for visiting my blog and reading my articles last year. A special thank you to those that commented or gave some form of feedback on my articles. God bless!

It is quite hard to keep up with slangs these days. Different generations of slangs have come and gone. Some have been able to stand the test of time. I think Nigeria is up there in the table of Countries with the most use of slangs. We are very creative in this country. From ‘No shaking’ to ‘No lele’ to ‘Burst my head’ to ‘I go change am for you’ to ‘If I hear’ to ‘I pray o’ to ‘No level’ to ‘Gerrarahea Mehn’ and many more. I get curious as to how the slangs get formed, who forms them and how they spread across towns, cities, states and nations. Amazing stuff. One of the slangs that has caught my attention is ‘Turn up’. It has stood the test of time for some years now.

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Turn up is a term or slang that has been commonly used to encourage someone to celebrate or do something elaborate or great or throw a party to mark a birthday or something worth being happy for. Christmas time, New Year’s Eve, January 1st, Easter Season, Valentine’s Day, Office Promotion, Wedding Ceremony and Anniversary. The term turn up comes alive in these times. Talking of coming alive, to turn up actually means to come alive or to be lively or to ‘undull’ or to not ‘sleep on a bicycle’. There I go with more slangs again. Anyway it recently occurred to me that we have relegated turning up to festive seasons. This should not be the case.

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Every single day we wake up to see should actually be celebrated. We ought to do something elaborate every day. Something extraordinary. Why? Because God didn’t create us to be normal. God didn’t create us to live a normal life. He didn’t create us to live an average or mediocre life. He gave mankind the instruction to dominate, to rule, to take charge (Gen1:26-30). In other words, He gave mankind the instruction to turn up. God tells us in another place in the Bible to wake up from our slumber. So to turn up also means to wake up. To wake up and be grateful. To wake up and be productive with our lives. To wake up and be a blessing to someone. To wake up and forgive someone. To wake up and add value. To wake up and put a smile on someone’s face. To wake up and read books. To wake up and be relevant. To wake up and make use of your talents. To wake up and fulfill your dreams. To wake up and fulfill your God given purpose. To wake up and be joyful. To wake up and love. To wake up and live. These are extraordinary things. You see, not everyone that is alive has life. It takes having life to actually be lively.

Jesus says in John14:6 that He is the Way, the Truth and the Life. Therefore, the way to truly have life and be lively is to be alive in the Life – Jesus. Everybody is born again these days but God knows His own. This new year, we need to stop sleeping on a bicycle and wake up and be turned up to God through Jesus in every area of our lives. Then every single day of this year would be a turn up day for us.

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TURN DOWN FOR WHAT? OYA TURN UUUUP!

WE ARE ALL FARMERS

We are all farmers. ‘We are all farmers? No way, I am not a farmer o, I am an aspiring doctor please, I am an aspiring lawyer, best upcoming engineer in the world, a whole chattered accountant like me….this guy doesn’t even know what he is saying. How can he say we are all farmers? God forbid!’  I am guessing these are your thoughts or at least some of your thoughts.  But there are some terms common to all farmers that are also common to everybody on earth. Words like: Seed, Plant, Germination and harvest.  We are all familiar with the saying ‘What you sow, you reap’   If you believe this saying then you should agree that we are all farmers. Why? Well because the major principle or law of farming is that you will reap what you sow. Simple.  I am not here to pass a judgment on anyone or condemn anyone. I just want to enlighten you on this fact that you and I are farmers.
Almost everything we do is a form of sowing. As you are reading this article, you are sowing into your life. As I am writing this, I am sowing into the life (the soul) of the reader.  Words are seeds. Actions are seeds. An effort is a seed. Prayer is a seed. A gift is a seed. What we listen to is a form of seed as well.  Seeds germinate, some take a long period of time while some don’t take long. Germination must occur before the plant completely matures. Most of us just want to collect, collect and collect. Not many people want to give something. But sowing is majorly about investment. Gotta put something in to get something back. How we behave or act is as a result of what we have within us. What we have within are basically the things we have allowed to get into us. The principles, the doctrines, the ideologies, the mindsets through what we have exposed our eyes and ears to. 
This is not a deep post. I know…but I just want us to know that whatever we do or say to ourselves or others is a seed. So sow the right seed to yourself and others. Invest well in yourself, invest well in people. One of the most common forms of investment is Building Investment. This is good but it’s way  much better and safer to invest in others. The building can lose its durability or usefulness after a particular period of time while the good seeds you have sown in people can last forever in their hearts and lives generally. Be nice, Speak good about and to yourself and others, read books, listen to songs that make you better as a person instead of the ones that mess with your mind and morals, be careful of what you expose your eyes to. Bible says seed time and harvest time shall not cease just like day and night cannot cease as well as summer and winter seasons (Gen8:22). What we sow will germinate and materialize sooner or later, so if you have been sowing right already, keep it up and don’t give up. Be patient for the harvest, it’s closer than you think. Just like farmers, they have to be patient in order to enjoy the harvest of the seed sown (See Gal6:9). If you have not been sowing right, begin to sow right so you will reap right. Remember…………we are all farmers!
Thanks for reading, don’t forget to drop your comment(s).

LIGHT

Power supply or light, as we Nigerians normally call it, is one of the things we cherish most. We tend to appreciate it more during times when we have been deprived of it for a long while. So there is this ecstatic feeling within us when ‘they bring the light’. Oh, the relief from heat, darkness and low phone batteries.

Darkness can make a house filled with treasures like gold and diamonds seem underrated or useless or irrelevant, all because nobody knows & sees what it contains, even the people living in it. Since the tenants got into the house, they have been having light issues, especially with the power going into the light bulbs. Even if an alternative current came in – generator or inverter- the light bulbs still had issues.  Anyway, I trust my naija guys, the moment light comes into the house and they find out its content, owo ti de niyen!( money has come). In no time, these valuable contents would be utilized.

What if all this while, there was actually light around the house? Like in the area where the house is situated. Just that the people failed to properly switch over to ‘NEPA’ light. Kai, e go pain! Anyway, when they finally come to this realization, they would feel ashamed of themselves, as they have been the one depriving themselves all this while. On the plus side though, they would be enlightened.

From John1: 9, we can see that Jesus is the True Light that gives light to every man. ‘Every man’, so there’s no religious segregation. He that created man knows man more than man knows himself. This Light, unlike ‘NEPA’ light is always and steadily available for every man, but man has to properly switch over to This Light otherwise he won’t know what he’s made of, he won’t know the treasure(s) God has put in him, he won’t know his potential, he won’t know his real worth… just like those that lived inside the house didn’t know what it contained until they properly switched over and got enlightened. Once they switched over, they needed to remain connected so they could discover more treasures in the house and truly see, know and utilize its beauty and worth.

Get and stay properly connected to the Ultimate Power/Light Source today and be enlightened about your true self.

GUY, PIPE LOW!

What’s good my people?! I hope everything is. Even if it doesn’t seem as if everything is good, it would eventually be good if you want it to be and as a result, declare it to be good. You know it’s funny how sometimes when I ask people ‘What’s good?’ and they say ‘Nothing much’.  I am like ‘Nothing much ke?!’  ‘Nothing much is good?’ I prefer the ‘Everything is good’ reply, whether it feels or seems good, declaring goodness actually births goodness.  I don’t blame or judge them though, they’ve been so used to being asked ‘What’s up?’ and routinely replying ‘Nothing much’. So they reply with that, most times unconsciously. This is exactly one of the problems we have these days. Almost everything is done routinely, based on the normal level, based on the procedure. No genuine meaning in the motive behind most of the things we do or say. Notice I’m using ‘we’, so I am also guilty of this.  Anyway that’s not the major issue for today.
I have watched a couple of armed robbery or a stick-up scenes on TV. I praise God I have never actually experienced and will never experience such a thing in my life.  But from what I’ve seen, fear or reverence and surrender or submission are present in the victims of such. The moment the victim sees the gun or the weapon in the hands of the robber pointed towards him, he/she raises his/her hands real quick!  The victim doesn’t want to die so he/she surrenders his/her life to the person that is threatening to take his/her life. How ironical. As a result of the surrender, the man with the weapon is fully in charge.  Regardless of the victim’s financial and social status or reputation, whether huge or little, he/she has to forget all of that and pipe low!  
There’s this song I like very much. It’s titled ‘Casting Crowns’ by Nathaniel Bassey. I have been jamming this tune for a while then all of a sudden the meaning of the lyrics hit me…like a baseball bat! {Some of us just listen to songs without paying attention to the lyrics and actually understanding them. Nice melody, nice beats, shake body and we love the song!}  Anyway, Here are some of the lyrics: ‘Casting crowns, lifting hands, bowing hearts…..is all we’ve come to do’.  These lyrics are quite synonymous to the actions of the victim(s) of an armed robbery yeah? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Ehen, So what hit me was that casting crowns actually means removing your crown and putting it on the ground (Obviously! You must be thinking, like who didn’t know that). No vex, I know you know more than I do, I be learner. As I was saying…before your thoughts interfered, removing your crown is actually a way of forgetting your high reputation or what you have that makes you big, putting it one side and submitting it and yourself to someone or something of a higher authority. We can also say it is equivalent to humility.  Lifting hands on the other hand is a form of surrender. Surrender is a form of worship. So I think it’s safe to say that whatever or whoever we surrender to is indirectly being worshipped by us. Whoever or whatever we surrender to has a kind of charge over our lives. These meanings also apply to bowing hearts. Bowing is a form of submission. Who or what are you worshipping and submitting to?
The song I talked about above is directed to God Almighty. It’s a worship song to God. I may not be the most qualified to talk about worshipping God because I am not the best worshipper,  a chorister or music director, but I believe we were all created to worship our Creator. It’s not only for the choristers or musicians. Regardless of who or what you are, you were made to worship The One that made you. I personally don’t think there’s much distinction between praise and worship. We Nigerians have successfully separated them due to the tempo of the song, clapping of hands and movement of the body. That’s by the way though, as for today I’m on about who or what we worship and the attitude during the worship. Some of us have to be cajoled to dance while praising God, we have to be told to stand to our feet, we have to be told to do this and that in order to reverence our Maker. But if na thief enter person house with gun, we go pipe low in no time! No need to be told jack! It’s crazy. We are carried away in our supposedly big but actually little self during worship. We feel too big to genuinely, consciously and conspicuously worship God. I actually used to have an issue with dancing in church and all of that, I couldn’t just lose myself in God’s presence. Not like I was all swagged up sef. It was majorly shyness. But by God’s grace, that has changed. The funny thing is I’ve been told I don’t know how to dance. Who cares though? So far I’m using my body to praise and worship my Creator by dancing, I’m good. Bible says we should humble ourselves before God and He’ll exalt us in due time. The exaltation comes after we humble ourselves. You see ehn, this issue is broader than this so I might have to write serially on it. So watch out!
For now though, all I’m saying is, don’t worship or submit to the problems you have by surrendering to them, rather surrender (not just in your singing but your entire life) to The One who can exalt you above dem problems. Also, as you surrender to Him in worship in form of your lifestyle and singing…remember it’s 100% Him and 0% you, no room for shakara or big boy/big girl in His presence so…..PIPE LOW!
Thanks for reading. 

HEY, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!

Eyin temi(My people) wazz hapnin?! I hope all is well with your spirit, soul and body. All is well with me too, thanks for asking. I’m sorry I have not been too consistent with my writing. Your boy has been busy serving the nation. Teaching is not beans. Dealing with kids has not been rice either but Baba God has been faithful. Also, Living with people of different tribes has taught me a lot these past months.  Anyway, service gist is for another day jare, that’s not why we are here.
Now to what we have on our plate for today… I’m sure most of you fast thinkers must have gone ahead of me to dissect and pieces the topic or title in your mind(s), thinking ‘hmmm, I know what this guy wants to talk about jo, is it not about dressing properly, not sagging, not wearing mini skirts, not wearing dresses that expose delicate parts of the body..etc’  Err, sorry to burst your bubble but that’s not why we are here. We are here for something else. So come back to where my mind is.
We all like quality stuff. Quality designer stuff. Like dem Nike Air Force ones, Adidas Sneakers, Timberland shoes, T.M Lewin, Gucci, LV, D & G, Giorgio Armani, Gigi Buffon…etc.  I’m sure my guys would be like “Gigi buffon ke?”  Please don’t crucify me, the name just sounds like a designer’s name.  I guess that’s as far as I know or can go with the designer names. You know how celebrities get interviewed on the red carpets at major or minor events and the person interviewing goes ‘So what are you wearing?’ then the celebrity starts from the head to the toe. It’s really cool you know. When you are wearing authentic stuff and you actually know the value of what you are wearing, you say it with confam confidence and pride. Like a boss!  As for me, I hardly even know the name of the perfume I use. No time, I just want to smell good (yea I know I need to work on that though). Sometimes or most times, when you are wearing authentic or fake stuff, you don’t even need to speak. The quality of what you are wearing can speak for itself.
The red carpet is like the earth we live in. Where the show off of what we are really made of occurs. The interviewers are like the people we meet or relate with everyday, as well as the situations we face everyday. These people and situations are always asking us the question ‘Hey, What are you wearing?!’ it’s either we respond vocally or what we are wearing would speak for itself.  Now let’s get a bit spiritual…….
We are quite familiar with the scripture that says as Christians, we are to put on the whole armor of God. The shield of faith, sword of the Spirit, Helmet of salvation, breastplate of righteousness, you know the rest (Ephesians 6:13-18). You see, I have learnt to not limit the interpretation of scripture to just one. The Word of God is multidimensional. Let the Holy Spirit be the guide of the perspectives in which you see the scripture from.  That’s by the way though!     Another scripture says we are to put on Christ (Rom13:14) then another one talks about us being the ‘Aroma/Fragrance of Christ’ to God and to the people around us (2Cor2:14-16). The things we put on have designers or manufacturing brands. Whether it’s make-up, perfume, dresses or shoes, the value of the designer is attached to his/her reputation. Also, the reputation of the designer can affect the reputation of the ‘wearer’ of the product.  As a ‘Big boy/girl’, you obviously can’t be wearing things of little or no value. Doing such can tarnish your ‘Big boy/Big girl’ image or reputation.
The same thing goes for we Christians, we can’t just be wearing anyhow things. By ‘things’, I don’t mean physical dresses and all. I mean in form of character, in form of attitude. The things we are to wear have been designed by Christ Jesus, The Master Designer. The Designer with the best and highest reputation ever. Scripture says The Lord is The Spirit, it also says the fruit of The Spirit is love. This fruit contains other character traits like joy, longsuffering, kindness, gentleness..etc (2cor3:17, Gal5:22). {There is a big connection between Gal5:22-23 and 1Cor13:4-8}.  A fruit is a product. Jesus and The Holy Spirit are one. Hence, the product of Jesus is love, which yields others as mentioned above. The fact that you can’t see these traits manifest doesn’t mean they are not present, just like the fact that you don’t wear a Polo shirt that you have doesn’t mean you don’t have it in your wardrobe. As, Christians, these things we are to put on that have been designed by Christ, are in us, right in our spirit man(where The Spirit resides), we just need to bring ‘em out and practically put ‘em on.
So we are to respond to the world’s question of “Hey, What are you wearing?” by practically showing love in form of gentleness, longsuffering, kindness, faith, joy, meekness, goodness and temperance to the people we meet everyday and to the situations we are faced with everyday. This way, we are saying “Hey, I’m putting on Jesus Christ all through!” or “Hey, I’m putting on joy, goodness, kindness, faith..etc all designed by Jesus Christ!”