***VERY LONG POST ALERT***
So here we are, back to regular blogging. We thank God. I had a weekend oh-so-amazing. You know i gisted you about it here
I mean, Friday to Sunday ROCKED…
So many blog posts to write. I missed blogging yo!!! I know you missed me too… Thankfully, I am back n BETTER!!!
I will start this POST on a different note. i will bring my ‘PPS’ forward… Hehehehe #MyBlogMyway
So here goes…
It was Aku m’s birthday this Sunday and I have plenty gist and pictures from it, but let me do that in another post. Today I wanna celebrate my Darling Adaora…
Ah, the first time i heard Ada minister, i was hoooooooooooked. What???!!!!!!! I mean, I had been scoping the fine choir girl from afar since only for me to hear her voice and realize that the only things sweeter than her outward beauty and her voice have to be the PASSION she puts into singing and her very beautiful heart.
Ah, ADA loses herself when she sings ooo. I understand that song ‘…when the spirit of the Lord is upon my soul, i will dance like David danced…’ better cos of Ada
Ah, Ada is INCREDIBLE on the mic. Sometimes, the passion almost clouds the lyrics and then she just stops in the middle of the song for a few seconds. Oh gosh!!!
Then she interjects her songs with ‘thank you Jesus’ a whole lot. The best worship song i have heard her take has to be ‘…I stand amazed in your presence…” Ada will give Sinach a run for her voice and money ooo. And when she takes praise, she knows how to danceeeeeee. ah, nothing beats a chorister who can sing and dance ooo. My fave praise song of her has to be ‘…Onye ne me nma lekwa ikpere m n’ala…” haa, my Ada owns the song ooo. NO CONTEST. You need to see how I harass her if for some time, i haven’t seen her on the MIC. Looool.
Phew, I am sure some of you are wondering if i even concentrate at all in church when Ada is on the mic…? Looool. Na your concern? But just so you know, I am a Sociologist. i have learnt the art of multi-tasking even as i study my environment. 🙂
Dr Adaora darling, you MUST testify. You have been such an amazing music minister to me in more ways that i can explain to you in words.
God bless you my darling and grant you your heart’s desires, cause men to fall over themselves in a bid to favor you, bless your home and give you the most amazing children (esp boys so at least one can marry one of my twin girls), bless your medical career, give you even more clarity in, and bless your calling, and everything else darling. YOU MUST TESTIFY my darling. And like I said, if i can pick a sister, nne, i would have picked you. Thank God for the blood that makes us Sisters indeed. Except you are a real big time HATER, You all should see that we actually do LOOK alike in this picture.
I love you incredibly. Ah, i really do. I know I say I have a crush, which i do oo. But I got the real love too hun.
And the MAJOREST reason i love you is that you give the best ever HUGS.
*ugh, i dont have a hug pix :(*
Ah… Both of us a huggy-compatible. You needed to see us doing exercise one day in church before we hugged cos it had been a coupla weeks since we last saw. Ah Adadiora nma, biko keep the hugs coming……
Btw guys, Ada is VERY married so no hook-up requests please. thank you.
She is a medical Doctor, and a TV Presenter on STV.
She anchors an inspirational program ‘E-box Africa’.
See a clip of her in action here
Again, happy birthday darling… You are even cooler than all I have said…
I am sure by now y’all are like ” kai E’ you are too mushy…”
God made us all…
Ok, the end….
Now my ‘main body” begins…
So my friend, sister and fellow blogger Femmetotale did this Post
‘So you are a divalicious diva, so what?’
I absolutely loved it especially as I could relate with the positive diva-tudes.
I couldn’t resist commenting and appropriating my diva-ship jare and even Pastor M was feeling me.
Anyways, I wanted to do a sequel. So you may need to read her own before you read mine to get the full gist.
Go ahead, click and read. I will wait… It is a short one. And until you read hers, you may not know where I am really coming from…
*waiting* Tick tock 5 minutes… time up…
Ok this is my continuation and pardon me, I may be going in hard. And this is somehow long so pull a seat, and popcorn and ice cream…
Dear Diva, I really am not about to contest your diva-hood but darling, every once in a while, you really do need a reality check…
Re.a.li.ty check. Noun. An assessment or an occasion in which one is reminded of the state of things in the real world.
True baby, you might be ALL that (and more) but you should be careful not to let it all get to your head and before you know it, bam, you develop a superiority complex and an unreal view of life. Ah!!! To fall into that state is not good ooo, I tell you this gratis.
‘…Woe to you when ALL men speak good of you… Popularity contests are not always TRUE contests…’ Luke 6;26 E’s mix version…
I personally have a problem when all men speak well of me. I do not believe that this scripture only means that you are doomed when men don’t gossip about you. I can safely interpret it to mean that there is a problem when men be agreeing to everything you ever have to say and stuff. Your opinion usually ends ALL further discussions. Nobody can argue with you, not because you will shout or insult ‘em, or have the best opinion but because well, either they truly don’t have a better opinion or the actually believe that YOU HAVE TO HAVE A BETTER OPINION. They have this unhealthy and in my opinion, STUPID fear of you.
One of my BEST male friends is a Catholic Priest. He is my occasional ‘reality checker’. I remember the story he told me once about being a Priest, especially the kinda darling, absolutely loveable priest that he is. Everybody reveres you. It becomes easy to start to feel like GOD especially as you even hear other people’s confessions. Oh but my dear Fr. P had his reality check from the very beginning. He knew he too had to occasionally talk with an older and more mature person and get a truer view of reality, and keep himself in check. I have learnt to ring up or visit Fr. P when I need a dose of pill RC. Of course, le boo is my constant k thorn in the flesh reality check.
I also have a problem when you are the ONLY superstar in your group. You are the smartest, the baddest, the coolest, the most intelligent, the most eloquent, (kai this hits hard) and maybe the most spiritual too. All the prayer points come to you (which in itself is not bad ooo) but hmm, you better have another person or persons who you know can challenge you to even get better.
If the only clique you roll with makes you truly believe that you are the BEST, trust me diva, you would soon get complacent and while the world is progressing, you would be regressing (Sorry NO stagnancy in this world. You are either moving forward or backward)
Now this is not to knock ‘em divas.
I too am a Diva, I admit. This is just to remind us that life doesn’t start and end with you. I understand that you may just be a natural diva and have people always just love on you but every once in a while, pause.
Do a reality check. Get people who you know are BOSSES when compared to you. If possible, go out of your way to make friends with people that ‘intimidate’ you in a healthy way. Make friends with people who are not afraid to tell you the truth. Not the kind I spoke about here o, but people who can tell you when you are wrong and not be afraid to.
Lemme share a recent ‘reality check’ moment of mine with you. Promise me you will keep this secret. Cross your heart… lol.
I purposely stayed off blogging for two whole weeks. I noticed that I was getting way too much props and compliments. Haaaaaaa. Hian!!! It started feeling unreal. I mean, forget the online comments ooo, the offline ones were INCREDIBLE. At some point, I felt I needed a chisel for my head. Looool. People I don’t know AT ALL and who don’t know me beyond my blog actually confide in me… huh?!!!
Listen people, I LOVE my blog. You can’t love my blog more than me oooo. I read my blog as if for an exam. I am probably my biggest fan. Very humbly, I love the way I write. It is so fun and easy to read. Sometimes, I read and I am like ‘WOW!!! Nne, you try abeg…’ But hearing people give you props for this is something on a different level I tell ya…
Then one day, someone said something to me about a certain blog and my reaction was (IMO) not good enough. It sounded like if you shook that thought (I didn’t say it out to her in words, I just thought it) some, you could feel a very light fluff of the BIG P fly around. If you dunno the big P please ask Bro Nebuchadnezzar in Daniel 4.. Loooool.
‘…Look at this, Babylon the Great. And I built it all myself, a royal palace adequate to display my honor and glory…’
Ah, at that point, as much as it wasn’t major like Bro Nebuchs, I still knew I had to do an RC. And in the middle of all that battle in my mind, I am getting incredible love from my blog… hian. I advised myself fast…
I love Joyce Meyer for many reasons, chief of which is the fact that I have a lot of Meyer characteristics. Like someone said, you are #JustLikeMeyer. (Love that line)
I recall what she said once about getting all sortsa loving, and when she feels like she is beginning to assume god-like status, she goes flat on her face and doesn’t get up till she has OD’ed on pill RC (OD is overdose).
So what did I do?
First, I packed my bags and hit the ancient city of Ibadan after discussing it with Aku m of course. I locked myself in the Dominican for a personal retreat for two days.
(I had other things I needed to sort too hence my escape)
I went, like my mama, flat on my face (not literally) and I am like God, you know that all of this is YOU!!! The fact that even the seemingly mundane things I do become gold is YOU. That this NYSC year has been thus far ‘a song and a dance’ coloured with favor and stuff… IT IS GOD.
My life no doubt is NOT perfect but it is FABULOUS, all GOD.
*Insert all those positive cool things Femmetotale wrote in her blog* ALL MY SUGAR DADDYBOOOOO.
I can’t keep any of the glory. I mean, what do I even have that I want to be even a lil proud nitori oloun….
I was like see, I am even returning all the future glory to you. For the glorious future I see, the things you tell me, Mehn, God is BOSS like that yo!!!
I had a real great time there. Plus Fr. Patrick was there for about two hours to listen to me whine and whine and throw in his words of comfort. God bless you for me Fr. For listening and for opening up the doors of Dominican for me whenever…
Then when I came back, I felt like giving blog of mine some space. Trust me, it was a wise decision. I had a lot of my closer friends harass and ask me why, and I had a 1000watt smile as my response… Koleyewon… Loool. Now you know.
Look, people like us that are sanguine or extroverted have to know when we have crossed the line. My Sanguine personality is more show off than the Phleg of course. But it is not pride. I don’t apologize for being me. But I know when I am crossing that line…
Now, don’t bother doing any calculation in your head and saying ‘Oh I recall E’ doing this or that to me and that must have been the pride showing…’ looool. Trust me hun, it most likely wasn’t. Like I said, it wasn’t major. It wasn’t even minor. It was infinitesimal.
A little whiff of pride…
But you have to get that little leaven out. It is the little foxes that spoil the vine ooo. (Songs of solomon 2; 15)
Identify your own ‘little foxes…’ For some it may be envy ah… That one is a little devil sef not fox loool. Or petty theft or whatever.
Best nipped in the bud ooo.
I refuse(d) to be given a check in my spirit and do nothing
I am sure I have made my point. I would end how I started…
Dear Diva’licious, you need a HEALTHY dose of a REALITY CHECK.
Best you check yourself before God checks you ooo
Daniel 4; 31b ‘…Oh king Nebuchs, this message is for you. You are NO LONGER Ruler of this Kingdom…”
Having said all this, I do hope we can go back to our lovey dovey relationship on this blog… Keep the loving coming ooo. People of the world… loool.
Since I mentioned Nebuchs, I recall my bro Nicodemus who I re-christened Bros Nico. I did a post on him here which you would love. Enjoy… BUT WE KNOW…
Another post of mine you would enjoy is Eziaha, the REAL me …
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E’… Powered by GOD
PS; Let me tell you something I am very proud of tho… TEMPLE RUN…
I would take anybody DOWN…NO HUMILITY there. Including the monster. I eat monsters like him as appetizer… (Only players can know what I mean :p). I love MONSTER RUN
I wanna do another Dear Diary post. The hitch there is that it involves someone else and i want to put pictures and stuff but the person is a real private person… Ugh. How do I go about this now. It is me putting myself out there too but hay, I have no hang ups about that but I have to respect privacy too. I should talk to her and see if we can work around it. But if not, I will have to let it go… Ugh!!!