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Friday, August 2, 2013

THE FATHER'S UNDYING LOVE FOR ME

During my daily commute, I see scenarios play out before my very eyes; some of which I can interpret to line up with some of my life experiences. Today, a very touching scenario played out before me and its one I'll like to share.

Peak time this morning on my way to university, a father and his little son of about 1+yr had nowhere to sit on the DLR train as it was packed full so they stood at a corner and decided to play games on their iPad. Dad crouched behind his son so he can play with him and hold him through the many jerks and swerves we were bound to experience on the journey. I was in complete awe of what I was seeing and God used the time to speak to me about certain things.

Occasionally, the little boy will get frustrated about not being able to touch the right things on the screen or mistakenly closing the page and his dad will patiently guide his fingers back on track. He looked like he completely trusted his dad with his little finger as he held on to it to help the wee one push the correct buttons.  I did not realise that I had tears welling up in my eyes from watching this scenario. Anyone would've thought I am a sore looser from looking at me well up in public but it was because God seized that moment to speak to me and open my  eyes to His undying love for me! its amazing that God can use any situation to speak to us! It was at the moment that became aware of how God relates to me.

God humbled Himself by"coming down to my level" just to have fellowship with me whilst guiding and shielding me just like this father had crouched behind his son. I am the one who should be reaching out to Him yet He forwent His heavenly abode for a mere sinner like . He desires communication with me and He sees my frustration when my "little fingers" aren't pressing the right buttons in life" and He patiently guides me and instructs me on the path of unrighteousness. You would think I should trust a faithful Father as Him but unlike that little boy,I still doubt my heavenly father and would rather be in charge of my "finger" than completely entrust it to Him. I am not alone. There are many like me all over the globe.

On reflection, I realised that it is true that if I don't possess a child-like mind, it would be difficult to make heaven. The innocence, the trust, the clear conscience that is so easily lost as we become older!
Why is it so difficult? considering He created me anyway for His purpose and pleasure? Lord, help me trust you.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Playing "Wifey"- What's to Gain; What's to Loose?.

Coined from a write-up by Amanda Anderson.

There are many ladies, myself included, who are living lies and rejecting the truth even though its such lies that has caused us the most aches. Most of us have gotten this whole relationship thing wrong, so wrong that our relationships look no different from marriage. In essence, about 70% of black women are single, but probably at least 40% of those women are still playing "home". This generates a question- Does it make sense to perform wifely duties if technically, we have no husband? Lets air some misconceptions:

  • A boyfriend doesn't automatically translate into husband.
As black relationships and marriages continue to fail, there has been a surge of desperation in woman. it is this desperation that has many single black women treating boyfriends as husbands. Now this premature label does hold power, and no, it is not harmless. As we begin to call our boyfriends our husbands, we begin to act like wives. Don't get me wrong, its a fact that it is the qualities that a man sees in a woman that makes him decide if he would consider moving the relationship forward. However, there is a discourse in that why would a man, especially a 21st-century-thinking man, consider taking a relationship forward when he already gets the benefits that come with marriage without the added commitment or the label?

There is another problem in that "the new world"under the guise of "civilization" teaches us it is OK to have a live-in partner without the commitment. So you hear guys come up with absurdities such as "I do not like the idea of commitment", "What is the point in giving it a label anyway when it won't last?", "i will like to know what sex with you feels like before we take this further" etc.and in our bid to not appear "backward"/ 21st century non-compliant we prematurely submit to their terms thereby becoming baby-mamas, cooks, cleaners but then call fowl when the man decides to abandon this "pretend marriage", which is the usual fate of these kind of relationships where the woman has become a "wifey".

  • So what exactly is a "wifey"?

Amanda said "Wifey is an immature title that just reeks in the ignorance of our failure,as women, to understand the difference between dating and marriage. Since wifey is wife with an unnecessary letter attached to the end, it’s clear that this term was invented to add an unnecessary obligation to the unmarried woman".

So is it fair to say that the average man today want a wifey but not a wife?.

  • What does a woman have to gain in a pretend marriage?

Nothing actually, but amazingly, she has everything to lose in such a faulty relationship. In our pretend marriages where we have been ignorantly labeled as wifeys or pretend wives, we are giving our complete selves to our pretend husbands. Which makes me wonder, what more can we give when/if we then become married?. We give so much to a boyfriend that it then becomes overly repetitive when it truly should be a "new experience" for the one who becomes husband.

Let's think as black women where our society operates on certain cultures and traditions. There is a reason why our culture dictates that a man should bring a price when he comes to the family to seek a woman's hand in marriage. Over the years, I have found that these "troubles" are essential in making the man appreciate a woman even more. That's not to say that all of these marriages then work out however, in comparison, the woman is looked upon with a lot more respect that one who settled for "less". So in essence, there’s no rings involved, no legal proof, and most importantly, no true vow taken in front of God; yet, we are still giving our complete selves to men who have not given us their complete commitment.

As I have already said and as some of you may point out, a woman, from being a wifey, gains experience in how to be a wife. This draws on some more questions:

Does one need experience to survive marriage?

I figured it’s best to look at the couples who have been married for many years, and survived a world that has changed, and yet still manage to love their spouse and honor their vows.

Usually, these couples are married 20 years or more. They come from the earlier generations, and they view relationships and marriage completely different from our own generation.

You’ll notice a few things with them:

1. At least 90% of them did not "shack up" prior to marriage.

2. Depending on the generation, they didn’t even have sex before marriage.

3. They recognized the stark differences between marriage and dating/courting, and treated each in respect to their allotted differences.

4. Marriage was viewed as an "upgrade" from dating, and not merely an exact entity that has no real difference.

5. They valued marriage.

6. Some didn't even know what their man looked like until the day of their wedding. This practice still stands in some cultures more that others

Technically speaking, they had no experience when they married their spouse of over 20 years, yet today, they are still married.

So why all of a sudden have we allowed ourselves to be deceived into thinking we need to live together before we get married to stay married? Or that we need to have a taste of sexual pleasure with our partner to know if they are worth committing to? Not condemning the Western culture however, its this notion of "civilized thinking" that has resulted in broken values in families and their societies as a whole. We blacks follow suit, albeit blindly, at the expense of upholding our rich values and traditions. Its sad to see that 70% of black women are single, and the ones playing "home" become so miserable in their pretend marriages, that they begin to wonder if real marriage is even worth it.

As the adage goes; "Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free?"
Let’s stop giving away our "milk" ladies and begin a movement in bringing back the sacredness of marriage. 

There is a reason why God created these rules and admonitions, There is a reason why He set boundaries of what is acceptable and otherwise; in and out of wedlock.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Omo Oba jadi ara- Continue to rest in the Lord's bosom Father Dearest!

 
  I remember the first time I really acknowlegded you as a father was after you gave me this very large wad of N20 notes and I went round the neighbouhood telling everyone "my daddy just gave me uncountable money" and promised to buy each one of them a car....lol.... Happy and silly childhood memories!


   I remember how excited I used to get when my mum tells me we are going to Badagry; I would be on my best behaviour for days on end so that she doesn't change her mind- oh Papa, I was in love with you! How the butterflies used to flutter in my belly just at the mere thought of seeing you smile.


   I remember the first time you introduced me to my siblings and we sat in front of that famous statue @ Primus to capture the moment. Our first family trip to Whispering Palms, Seme Boarder and all the other wonderful sites you took us to visit. You had so much knowledge about so many things you could have easily been mistaken for the tour guide.I admired your humility, the way you commanded presence and brought life even to a dead atmosphere. Those are some of  the memories I hold on to very dearly.


   Then I became a teenager and fell out of love with you, my first love. I wanted you to be like this dad I'd heard about  or that dotting father I'd seen in a movie completely forgetting that you are an individual who only has his own experiences to go by and that there was no manual on being a father -one can only do it as he dims fit. I began to inwardly resent you and looked forward to the times when I could get away from you and your ways. I remember my friends at school used to say " your dad is cool" and I used to think "pfft! If only you lived with him".


  Then came the maturation of my mind when I discovered the truth about life and began to really appreciate some of the great efforts and lengths you went to to unite us! The times we would all come together at Christmas, Easter and other Holidays; not because we really wanted to but because "Dokki Dokki" had exercised his "veto power"! How could I forget the lovely meals Mr Abel used to prepare for us it could have been compared to living in a palace! You tried your best to provide for us the best you could but at the time, I didn't think it was good enough. I remember how you used to patiently teach me Simultaneous Equation but gave up after 3years!! *Sorry dad, I still don't get it* :-)


  When I moved to the UK, my mum would call me up sometimes as early as 4am to ask me "when was the last time you called your dad?". In those days, I couldn't understand why she bothered with you or worked so hard to make me maintain some sort of relationship with you but now I know- its simply because no one lives without making mistakes and its ok to make those mistakes because we learn from them. In hindsight, I am very grateful she made me make those calls albeit begrudgingly because these days, I would give much to hear your voice on the other end of a phone conversation.


  I remember my 2006 Christmas holiday in Badagry and how I fell in love with you again; I loved your greying beard and the charismatic look that came with it, I loved seeing the dotting grandfather you had become to our Oluwatobi- a side to you I never thought existed! That holiday opened my eyes to the things I'd missed out on by holding on to an emotion that ate me up inside and that you never even knew existed. I began to look forward to the very next time I would call you or you'd call me till that sad Tuesday night when I called you and you dismissively told me you needed to get some sleep. I knew something wasn't right so rather than bug you too much, I decided to pray for you. I was suppose to call you back at some point but I thought to allow you maximum recuperating time. Sadly, that choice was taken out of my hands as on the Sunday of the same week, 24th of June, 2007, you passed into glory. I cannot forget the accurately chosen text from 2Timothy 4:7 on your funeral service booklet that read "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith". It was indeed accurate for you because that is exactly what you did daddy. Everyone has an assignment on earth and I'm certain you gave yours the best you could. 

   Five years on, I still very much miss you and sadly regret those many years my love for you turned sour. I really didn't get a chance to tell you were loved and that I was (and still very is) proud of you. We continue to strive to make great achievements like you did and even much more. You'll be very proud of us and the life choices we've made. Your family continues to expand; you've gained 2 beautiful daughters and 3 wonderful sons and we are all well looked after daddy. You should see your grandchildren they are so beautiful and smart. Its obvious for anyone to see that they have something of your blood flowing through their veins. We will continue to make you proud and celebrate the wonderful life you lived. It is indeed a privilege and great honour to be a direct descendant of a noble man like you and I thank you for blessing me with these wonderful people I call my brothers and sisters. 


   Till be meet to part no more, have a wonderful night rest - Omo Oba ka ri ka sa le awusa, Omo Oba tin f'ase muti, Omo Oba jadi. jadi. jadi ara!!!! 

Sunday, June 10, 2012

A Jewel of Inestimable and Unequivocal Value!!!! Forever in our Hearts, Dammie.

      I remember that fateful day in February just like yesterday. It was early in the morning and Babatunde wasn't feeling too well so we decided to come to Sister Biodun's house. You welcomed me with a loving and warm smile and instantly made me feel at ease. You made me macaroni with sauce and kept me company whilst Babatunde was resting. I was so scared for Babatunde but your composure gave me some reassurance that he will be fine and your smile reaffirmed this.


     We were properly meeting each other for the first time and as the "sister-in-law", I was walking on eggshells around you praying really hard that my clumsiness doesn't get the better of me and as such, I didn't really "let loose" to say the least.


Little did I know that will be the last time I'll see you physically otherwise I wouldn't have been that way! I would have thrown my arms around you in a  warm embrace, probably kissed you and asked you to be my best friend as the younger sister of the man I love and hope to spend the rest of my life with. You made me feel like we were friends and we hit it off straight away making small talks about having too many friends and the unnecessary pressure and pain they may bring. As a result of our rapport that day, I occasionally dreamed of days when I come to Nigeria or you come to the UK how we would go shopping together, go to the cinema, talk about life, relationships, and most importantly, how you could tell me more about your brother. However, those dreams were not to be made manifest as on the 7th of June, 2012, the cold hands of death stole those dreams away from me and left a gaping hole in the hearts of the Bankoles.


      Oh! how I wept and fervently I prayed that God will return you to us! How I wished it was just a bad dream or a very expensive joke but God Himself who giveth, decided you were too good for this sinful world and it was about time you returned home to Him.


    Three days later, Daddy, Mummy and your siblings are working so hard to come to terms with the loss of their baby sister whilst I, on the other hand, is struggling and is still bawling my eyes out like I knew you for more than an half-a-day and I cant help but wonder why this has happened to that beautiful family. So many unanswered questions run through my mind, so many "what-ifs" flood my thoughts. Your death has affected me in more ways than one; I keep wondering why I feel so affected by the death of someone I met only recently and I concluded that the possible reasons are these:


1- You were the same age as me and you had your whole life ahead of you
2- The Bankoles have become more than just family and naturally, when they hurt, I hurt but
3- Most importantly, I think your death makes me question the way I've been living my life and if I truly love and serve the Lord as I have verbally declared.


    What keeps resonating in my head is- if Jesus called for me today, am I guaranteed Heaven? because one thing I know for sure is that you were a strong Christian and it was visible for all who came in contact with you to see your love and passion for Christ. I wondered how a young woman could love God and follow His precepts so boldly and without doubt or fear and I was envious. I can imagine that at that last minute when life was leaving you that you weren't scared because you know where you are going.


      I remember the book you wanted to give me on preparing for marriage like you fully approved of me and your sweet and breezy voice is fondly remembered from the few times we spoke over the phone.


    Oluwadamilola, you fought the good fight and you overcame the world. Many may think that in your short and beautiful life you had no impact but I know that if you touched no one else, you touched me in a powerful way and the way you lived your life is worth emulating. You are a role model to me in that regards and I cannot wait to tell your nieces and nephews about the wonderful person that you were. Your beautiful smile will forever be missed my darling sister and friend and when I remember you, I'll thank God for the wonderful angel He sent my way to keep me firmly grounded on the path of righteousness and to remind me that my life is not my own.


   Continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord until that glorious day when we shall meet to part no more!!!


   Adieu, Oluwadamilola Bankole, my angel, my sister, and friend!!!!


-Daddy's heart is broken but he is trying to be strong for you
-Mummy's misses you and loves you dearly. You should see how hard she's working on focusing on the good memories.
-Sister Eniola grieves for you
-Mr B is trying to be strong for the family
-You can't begin to imagine how Sister Biodun might feel right now
-My Babatunde is being a man but he terribly misses and loves you
-Temi, Nimi and Bayo will never forget their beautiful aunt, and
 I, Oluwabunmi can only wish that if you are out there somewhere that you return to us but if all of these is real, I thank God for that wonderful day in Lagos because it is one of the moments that will forever shape my life.


  Odaaro, Odigba, O d'oju ala!!!


  Sun re o olufe!!!