Conversations with God—Dolapo

We are excited to continue this series titled: #ConversationswithGod. It’s for us a chance to have a sincere heartfelt conversation with our Father who is both loving and merciful. For everyone who has asked us what they should write about, we have had one question for them: If you could see God this minute face to face sitting beside you what would you tell him, are there questions you would ask Him or it would just be thanking him for everything. We are not looking for flowery words or an English Thesis. All we want is sincerity in the hope that someone who reads this is inspired to change, to live right. Our prayer is that we come to an enlightenment of all that our Father has in store for us. Our very second letter is from an amazing friend, while it is not as long as our usual articles, the humor is one that leaps at us and we pray that God sees this too. We know He does, now dig in.

Dear God,

It’s me again. Thanks for the other day, if you did not send that Angel, God(You) know I would be doomed. Anyway, I know I don’t need to write to You because You know how I feel but I just need to let it out. I know most times I may come as ungrateful but I really am grateful; I am just a glutton for being better. If I had a penny/new brain cell for everytime You got me out of serious trouble/death, I would be richer/wiser than Solomon. I guess what I am trying to say is I would be nothing without You. I have come so far and the thought of messing up sometimes scares the HELL out of me(pun intended 😁) but the thought of how much You love me calms me down. Thank You for putting me in a position where I can help out when I am needed and also, many thanks for putting me around good people.

Oh thank You for keeping my loved ones safe too. Wow! I feel better. Good talk Boss, we should do this more often. I tried calling You a while back but You weren’t picking; Adekunle said the same thing but thank You for acknowledging the missed call though. I will talk to You later.

Regards.

Oh P.S , about my better half yeah, I know You are on it and it’s not like I am rushing You but remember what we discussed? Exactly! Please take Your time because it’s the best.

Cheers.

See you all next week as we continue this exciting journey. Stay tuned, God bless you all and do not forget that God loves you more than you can ever imagine. Also, we will continue our new series titled: #ConversationswithGod This is us simply writing a letter to God, no flowery words, just a sincere heart talking to the father. You can send us a mail at godlywomenarising@gmail.com. This can be done anonymously or you can drop your name. We hope to hear from you.

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Happily Incompatible

Yipee, we are so excited. It is International Women’s day. It is a day set apart to celebrate all women of all color, race and ideologies. The theme is #balanceforbetter which focuses on equality, innovation and the likes. We are more than glad to be women no matter how underappreciated and unrecognized we are, it is a great honor to be a woman, a share in God’s work of creation. It is important to state that no one chooses their gender however women have been termed the fairer sex and marginalized for a long time and it’s time for us to take our position as partners in God’s world. We have different responsibilities and roles but foremost God created us equally.

In other news we have our first relationship post for the year, which would be on the Fridays when we can manage until we are able to come up with a standard schedule, we will be back on Monday God-willing to continue with #AQueenlikenoOther, I know we have delayed but you know you have enjoyed all the posts we have shared with you and we are bringing you #HappilyIncompatible from the relationship guru herself. This is a different way at looking at the differences in each of us and celebrating our uniqueness. Now dig in

Surprised ? Yes, so was I the first time I heard this phrase being used in a book . I thought about how contrasting the phrase was and wondered if truly a couple can be happy and incompatible at the same time.


Alot of people are of the school of thought that only people with like minds, similar interests and desires can have a successful relationship. But then taking a minute to reflect on this has helped to realize that although this is the norm, things can workout differently. You and your partner don’t need to love the same sport, you don’t need to love the same meals, you don’t need to enjoy the same kind of music. You don’t need to have the same character or attitude to be happy together.


The most important thing in a relationship after God is the goals that you have set. Is your goal to have kids ? Is it to be a mother ? a father? Or is it to have a happy union? These goals matter and determines the path a relationship will follow. Contrary to the opinion of many, your similarities in a relationship does not determine whether or not the relationship is happy! You might both like the same thing and still not know how to make each other happy.


Although I don’t like football but my partner does, the joy in the love that I share with him should stir in me a desire to be a part of that smile when he’s watching a match. It should make me want to sit right next to him and understand the reason for him screaming at the top of his voice.


Don’t be the individual that sits in the shadows or is missing at the front row when his partner is doing the most important performance of his/her life.
Don’t be the partner who doesn’t care to ask for updates about your partner’s project because it is not a project of interest to you.
Don’t be the partner that would wave your partner’s fear off just because you think they are anxious over a mere 3- man meeting.


We aren’t always going to be the same, not always going to agree on a lot of things, we might not even have passion for the same things.
Want to know what’s beautiful? Being able to complete the puzzle just the way you are. Being able to love your partner so much that you love what they love. Allowing them being who they are when you are together.


Tips on how to be happily incompatible:

  • Have same relationship goals – having a successful and happy union.
  • open yourselves up to your various differences.
  • Be ready to learn new things and be willing to teach your partner what you love doing
    *Communicate- this cannot be overemphasized enough.
  • Don’t try to change your partner.

We are Women

Yipee. It’s the International Women’s day and Godly Women Arising is bringing you this amazing post to remind you on the uniqueness of women and the role that we play . Read on.

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We are the nurturers,
The one who will birth and nurse every other.
We are the models,
Even when we carry the entire universe on our shoulders we dont show it.
We are the multi-taskers,
The ones who are pro in skills we were never trained to do.
We are the intellectuals,
The ones who would read emotions merely from facial expressions.
We are the teachers,
The ones who never applied for a place in the teachers training institute.
We are the thinkers and solvers,
The ones who are expected to solve any issue life presents us.
We are service-oriented,
We offer our services both home and away.
We are the prayer champions,
The ones with bent knees and tongues of fire.
We are the selfless ones.
The ones who do it all for everyone except ourselves.
We are black, white, mixed and diverse.
We are the world’s super heroes-
We are women!!

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It’s a beautiful gift to be a woman.

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#IWD

 

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BE GRATEFUL

This is going to be a long read. Oh we wish we could break this into parts but the beauty is reading the entire post as one. Grab a glass of Hollandia Yogurt (Strawberry flavored) or any of your favorite drink. This is a collaboration between three sisters. We are living out our purpose and answering the call to touch lives one at a time. Enough said, get settled in and read.

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I am alive.

I walk the surface of the earth.

I breathe in the clean moist air.

I have no need for an aid.

Many times I have heard the phrase, “Be thankful, and “Be grateful”

Grateful for what? I often wonder. Too many things on my mind, lots of things I would like to change,

For starters, I would love to have more – more money, more happiness, more fulfilment,

I’m not asking for too much, just to be taller with straighter legs,

I want long neat nails, not these short embarrassing ones,

Oh! I’d also love a little flesh here and there, and a body void of all these scars, I think…no, I know I will look prettier with longer; fuller hair.

More, More and More.

Me, Me and Me.

I, I and I.

Give me, I have to have this and Give me some more.

While we are looking at things I want to change on my body, let’s get rid of the glasses that obstruct my makeup and slaying moment, I want to see clearly without them.

The seemingly little things are in reality difficult for some to do.

The little things I so often take for granted matter a lot to others.

I could have everything and still it won’t be enough.

I would still want more.

That insatiable desire to acquire all I can.

 

Now that that’s out of the way, I would also want a car and driver at my beck and call….I just hate the stress of walking!

I wish my friends and family were more understanding… I don’t have time for relationships, my job is too demanding!

Speaking of jobs, I would like a less-demanding, more-rewarding job

And as we get this job of my dream, I wouldn’t mind waking up in a king-sized bed, being waited upon daily and a glass of wine and chocolates while I relax in my Jacuzzi,

Don’t roll your eyes! I’m allowed to want aren’t i?

Oh and I’ve always dreamt of being on TV, be to seen; admired and loved… to be like Oprah,

A line of one of my favorite songs when I was younger pops in “the world better prepare for when I’m a billionaire…”

And while I’m rich and famous, it’s only natural that I tour the world, fill my closet with clothes, shoes and perfumes.

Be Ambitious right.

Where is the line between Ambitions and greed?

When do I find time to stop and say Thanks for all I have been given.

 

I should have been born in a more civilized country, I would have had a better chance at life……………………………………………………………………………………….but I feel a tug…how selfish can I be? I have successfully listed all I want, but in all my wants are reasons I should feel otherwise….

More money? There are millions of people, many of whom I see in Lagos traffic…chasing just so they get by,

…to be taller, with straighter legs when all several wish for is just the ability to walk,

Long nails? Oh how vain…how could I forget the little boy on Instagram, who lost his arms and legs to sepsis at barely one.

A little flesh and no scars, easy to forget I lost lots of flesh and gained the scars on the theater table, easy to forget the night I cried after wetting myself cause the nurse couldn’t get to me on time, easy to forget how I couldn’t eat or drink for days and simple tasks like standing, sitting and even laughing came with great pain.

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I am not mine but yours alone,

This was what we would recite every night after devotion at home.

Mama said being grateful was a lifestyle,

She would say be grateful in all things.

When your life is in a mess and it seems like no cares, be grateful.

When you have worked and nothing shows, be grateful.

When you pray and your prayers remain unanswered, be grateful.

When your will has been wrecked and it seems you have no will at all, be grateful.

When you are clueless of where you are headed to and the road leads to an unknown destination, be grateful.

Sigh! I am here clamoring for longer hair when a woman somewhere is losing hers battling cancer

I still wouldn’t mind being rid of my glasses but I remember the beautiful blind lady on Ketu Bridge with her sonorous voice singing worship to her God, I remember my cripple friend on that same bridge who is always sweeping the bridge and cheering passersby’s

When I look in the mirror

And I don’t like what I see.

I am thankful for the fact that you love me the way I am.

Oh Yes, You love imperfect ME.

I am grateful you don’t let go.

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Oh the lessons I can learn on that bridge! Beggars and their children, sharing the little they have with all around them; laughing, singing and playing.

How quick I forget how I prayed hard for this job…for the tug I felt at the brilliant; well-articulated young keke driver on CMD road, who drove his keke like he was driving a lexus!

Oh and there are millions, who have never slept in a bed, who have never seen a running tap, who the only clothes they have is the one on their back and the only scent they wear is of blood and sweat!

Several for whom electricity is a luxury they can’t afford, those who owning a TV is an enormous dream! Those who are of the same age as me, who the only life they’ve known is that of coldblooded war.

Being grateful,

This is a lifestyle I know nothing of,

I have had to go through trials and sufferings,

I have wept and been wept for.

I have been hurt several times that I lost count,

I have been treated unfairly so have I been judged by man,

I have had to struggle many times,

Yet mama said to be grateful.

There are several things I want!

Things that have clouded my eyes to all that I have… I want more!!

What exactly am I being grateful for?

She said,

Those things that you are privileged to have,

Those things that you never asked for yet you have,

Things that some people hope and wish for,

Things that many at times you take for granted,

Things that you think are your right,

Those my dear are the things you should be grateful for.

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For His love is deep, deeper than my fears.

It’s His love that chases all my doubts

That gives me worth.

It is higher than my hopes.

It’s stronger than my pasts and pains.

Its all I would ever need.

 

In his love I have everything.

His love draws me in and holds me secure.

He is my life giving source

The well I can draw the waters of salvation from.

 

He is my all.

The very essence of my being

I am grateful for where I am.

At this moment that is where I should be.

I am thankful for how far he has brought me.

I am thankful for all the mistakes, errors of the past, everything that has shaped me to be this image of God.

 

I know not what the future holds.

I know not how tomorrow will turn out to be.

I have desires, wants and needs.

But for now I have everything I need.

My Lord, My Love, My Life.

Because I have Him and He is enough for me.

I am truly grateful.

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Even the wealthiest man wants more!

But if we have life, health, family, air, food and water…

Even if we don’t have all of these, in the little we have,

We owe it to ourselves and our creator to BE GRATEFUL

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Say No to Insurgency and Yes to a peaceful Nigeria. God bless you all immensely.

This is Christmas to Me

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Once upon a time God lived among men. The word was made flesh and dwelt among us. He came to us in the form of a child. Our King is born today.

 
The season of Christmas is a four-fold manifestation.

 
Christmas is a journey of HOPE. A son from your own body will be king and his dynasty will be established forever. Hope never fails. It is a fulfillment of all God’s promises. In His time he makes all things perfect.

 
This is a time to LOVE. Christ is love Himself. Love in its purest form was made manifest at Christmas. The ancient divide was closed. A bridge was built between heaven and earth.

 
Christmas brings JOY. Joy to the world for the saviour is born. Satan’s rule to an end has come. Shout, rejoice and be glad for our redeemer is here. He gives joy that surpasses all earthly joy.

 
His reign is one of PEACE. Hail the prince of peace. Hail the herald of good tidings. He gives us peace beyond all understanding. He comes to cast our fears away.

 
The message of Christmas is that of obedience to the will of God. It is answering: ‘Here am I Lord, send me.’ Christ invites us to be co-participants in bringing hope, love, joy and peace to all men.

 
What gift have we given the king of all. Jesus was born in a cave in Bethlehem. There was no shelter. Jesus is still looking for shelter in your heart, in my heart. Let our gift be that of our hearts, to turn from old to new, to be lights in a dark and dreary world.

 
He wants us to be his hands and legs.
To do the works he couldn’t complete while on earth, to go where he could not go.

 
Christ is the sign of God’s love for all his people. Christ has never been more closer than he is today. If we remove Christ, what remains of Christmas? An empty feast. It is the Christ in Christmas that makes the entire difference.

 
Let this Christmas be different from every other celebration. Let’s learn to bring the joy of Christmas to everyone every day. Let’s allow Christ be continually born among his people every day. Let everyday be a celebration of Christmas.

 
Take time to reflect on Christ who is the reason for the season and what his birth holds for us. Those who have rejoiced at his birth will soon gather again to chant: “crucify him, crucify him.”

 

In Christ we have a new Adam coming to save us from the sting of death.
In Mary, we have a new Eve crushing the serpent’s head.

 
Christmas invites us to embrace a life of humility, of total acceptance to God’s plans and will, of saying Yes to God’s call.

 
Like Mary we say: ‘ I am the handmaid of the Lord, let to be done to me according to your words.’

 

This is Christmas to me.
Merry Christmas everyone.
May Christ the giver of all good gifts be born in our hearts.

 

Say no to insurgency and Yes to a peaceful Nigeria.

TWO YEARS OF BLOGGING

Yipee, it’s two years since I started blogging. How time flies! its been Two crazy but wonderful years, years filled with inconsistencies and for that I am absolutely sorry. I am not going to be dishing out excuses as to why I have not been on the blogging scene but I am promising to be much more consistent but I am certain you must have heard that promise before but please give me one more chance. My friend says i have been asleep all these while and now am awake, the spirit has been renewed.Thanks to my wonderful readers and subscribers who continually make the effort to read and a special thanks to those who make the effort to drop a comment. You all are dear to my heart. It’s been wonderful dishing out timely pieces and I can only pray that the source of inspiration never runs dry. Writing has been for me the most sane part of me. I am not one given to too many words but when I write I can go on and on and for that gift to be able to mould words to make meaning, I say thank you Lord. It’s been You all the way. Here is to many more wonderful years ahead.

In the same vein, happy birthday to Fisayo, Bede and Nebraska, wishing you the very best of today and always. Hmmmm, Black its been 19months since you left us, Rest in peace.

Say no to Insurgency and Yes to a peaceful Nigeria. God bless you all.

FINALLY ITS OVER

This is a throwback post. I should have done this last year. But I didn’t so here it is. So this is a Long post, grab your glass of wine and relax and enjoy. Laugh all you want.

I cannot describe how happy I am. Words fail me today. Hmmmmm! I remember when this journey started in 2013. I was in my final year planning on how we would go for ‘batch C’ come November 2013 but God had his own plans and ASUU asked us to go for sabbatical for 6months and that crushed our plans for Nov. 2013. Come March 2014 we had not even defended our projects by the time orientation camp started, so we zeroed our minds on going for the compulsory National Youth Service Corps (Now your suffering continues to some people) in June. However, that was not to be as we heard that it had been shifted to August, we were like, ‘okay, another two months won’t hurt.’ Little did we know that we were going to be given a devastating blow by the lauded School of Management Technology who didn’t send any names for service. We were distraught, if we could pick weapons and go to war we would have done so but that was not to be either, so we resigned ourselves to going for service November 2014 even with the rumors that there was not going to be a ‘batch C’ that year.
As always, God’s plans were and are for good, mobilization list came out, and my name was among the other fortunate ones going for service that November. Time came for the online registration and payment for call-up letter (₦4000, NYSC you people are thieves but I can only say that now that I have my certificate but don’t tell them I said so, so that they don’t come and collect the certificate back, just kidding.) As if the online registration was not enough, they asked us to go and change our date of birth (ahn ahn see all the stress NYSC put us through all because we wanted to serve our dearly beloved nation) but being patriotic citizens we followed the due process and went for the change.
Now came the time for hustling for choicest place for service. Everyone, scratch that most or some was paying the exorbitant fee of about ₦30000 – ₦45000 to get places like Lagos, Cross Rivers, Abuja, Akwa-ibom, Bayelsa and Ogun states. I was not part of the crowd but I was sorely tempted to work it to Lagos but I wanted out of Lagos for a while and the experience of serving somewhere different from home so I decided to go where God sent me and yea I was sent to Niger state. My parents were not the happiest people when they received the news. I was posted to the north and with all the stories of ‘boko haram’ and its attendant violence; I cannot say I blame them.
Nevertheless, they had no choice than to allow me go and that saw the start of a journey of one tedious year. It was first to school to pick up the statement of result, print out the call-up letter, and make a lot of photocopies plus other requirements needed. There is no need to list all the numerous items we were expected to come with. November 3rd saw me going to Abuja with my sister and Bunkie of life Amicy who was posted to Kebbi state, that was my first experience of the famed Abuja and to say I was disappointed is stating it lightly.
November 4 being Tuesday, saw the journey to Paiko, Niger state. I got to camp Paiko at around 9am and after the ‘stop and search’ at the gate, a Man O War member gave me the shock of my life. The guy shouted at me to carry my heavy bag on my head (ahn ahn he should have allowed me land before beginning the shouting and the giving of orders, we ladies like to carry load in the name of carrying the essential items). Orientation camp was not funny, I had to carry my heavy bag on my head and squat, run, kneel, and walk for what seemed like miles while being asked to sing some songs with crude lyrics that were too sensitive for my delicate ears and I would not bother to repeat.
We got to the hostel and had to wait in line for beds and hostel spaces, then the proper registration began, and here our ‘₦4000’ saved us some of the other steps that others had to pass through. Then it was back to the hostel with some newfound friends to make my bed and prepare for evening parade. I got to the room and had just got out from the bathroom when I heard the beagle sound for the evening parade. I didn’t believe I could dress up in less than 3minues and be out of the room heading for the parade ground.
We must have done remove headdress abi headache over 100 times that evening before the beagle abi trumpet sounded to alert us that Nigeria had gone to bed and we were allowed to go for dinner. Suffice to say, I never tasted camp food for the whole period we were in camp (call me aje-butter, I will not mind). Wednesday saw me falling on the parade ground from the heat and stress of standing for hours and replacing and removing headache in prep for the swearing-in ceremony on Thursday. I especially liked the way the parade commandant said these words, “three hearty cheers to the thief servant (his words not mine, I am sure he meant chief servant) of Niger state Dr. Muazu Aliyu Babangida CON talba Minna Sun dangi Nupe.” It often sounded like the lyrics to a song.
Waking up a 3:30am and sleeping late was not something easy but we sure adjusted and I was posted to rugged rugged platoon 5. I made wonderful friends, Igbo, Yoruba and especially Hausas. I met Dr. Segun my own personal doctor, Shola, Lolade, Rose, Toyosi, and a host of others. I also met my wonderful Bunkie, dammy and Grace, Helen, Adaku my beautiful Miss artificial and Amina, they made camp enjoyable. Camp life continued with its attendant stress, the usual camp romances, the hustling for serving in the state capital, the bomb blast in Kontagora, the boring SAED lectures and other camp activities. I still made wonderful friends there, my beautiful, wonderful and another personal doctor, Dr. Hadiza, Umar, Zachary, Tosin, Seun, Sadigab, Richard, Peter, Paul, Oluwaseun, Funmi, Oluchi, Olawale, Olanrewaju. I also met Olamilekan, Olamide, Olajide, Oladapo, Mujeebat, Michelangelo, Mahi, Lekan, Kim, Jumoke, Jide, my special Jeremy who spoke with a wisdom that left me dazzled, Jennifer, Janet, Jane, Jagaba, Ajuma, Favor, Emmanuel, Dorcas, Busayo, Halima, Ahmed, Abdulazeez, Mooh and some others I cannot for the life of me remember now. My shout out goes to you all, you are all remembered.
Camp came and went and alas, I got posted to Kaliko aka ‘KK city without light’ in Wushishi local government or as my friend Dapo puts it Winchin Winchin local govt. I could not believe my eyes but I went and I was surprised to meet Sandra who I knew from the hostel and we got posted to the same PPA and she became my roomie of life. We got a warm reception at the local government but came back to meet a lodge without light and all we could hear was ‘ba wuta’ meaning ‘no light’. We heard promises of light by the time we would be back from our three weeks leave but we came January and saw no light and had to learn to accept the situation.
School resumed in earnest and we started teaching. We had to learn how to communicate in basic Hausa and Gwari to be able to impart on the students who didn’t want to learn. Yes, they would have preferred to be with friends, at home, or in the farm or probably married. The prevalence of underage marriage was something I didn’t fully understand until I came for service. I would teach and teach and at the end of the day the students would complain about excessive notes and tell me ‘ba za ne ba’ and ‘ba ga ne ba’ (pardon my Hausa spelling) meaning they didn’t know and they didn’t understand respectively. The backwardness of the people was also something to behold but it taught me something called ‘contentment’. They had no basic amenities that I considered as needed for life but they survived and were okay with the little they had. So throughout my service year, I didn’t travel home, we saw no light even though ‘some pastors abi papas’ had prophesied that we would see light before we left.
Settling down proved a bit difficult, getting to know new people and live with them, far distances to church, market and CDS but we managed and survived. I met a lot of wonderful people in the lodge, Sandra my roomie of life, Char babe my wonderful mama, Bolaji, Happy, Salome, Elijah, Peters, Ifeanyi, Olakunle, Cynthia, Desmond, Ernest, Henry, Femi and Lekan. CDS brought me in contact with Abdulhameed, Francis, Tosin, Buchi, Imelda, Mike, Obinna, Dr. yinka, Damilola and Ifeanyi.
I took the service year as an opportunity to get inducted into NIM and started the lectures, which took a strain on the little peanuts the federal government decided to pay us. I lived about 48km away from Minna where the lectures took place but I did it. I wrote the exams, I passed, and my induction comes up in Lagos a couple of days after POP. You are highly invited, I will keep you all posted and even if you won’t be able to make it I will take pictures and share them with you all. I met Imoleayo, Lucky, Isaac, Nnamdi, Lawrence, Nwando, Hamida, Michael, and a host of others whose names do not come readily to mind. You are appreciated for six wonderful months of NIM and I hope to see some of you in Lagos.
We started the countdown to the end of service in August and I am grateful to God that I am alive to tell the story. It was not easy especially with non-appreciative staff and a principal who cared less as long as he had money in his pockets from the ghost corps members but I heard NYSC has started biometric technology to checkmate the activities of ghost corps members. Sorry but then it is a good initiative so that people would stop earning salaries not worked for; moreover, service is no longer compulsory. Nevertheless, I trust Nigerians that they would find a way to bypass the technology.
My roomie asked me a question one day, she said, ‘after service what next?’I had gotten that question a lot but that day it dawned me that we had been living an idyllic life. We had been going to school, teaching, CDS, learning the language, living like villagers {I tied wrappers a lot and saw a lot of insects and animals that I had never seen before and I also got to see firsthand how crops were planted and how they grew.} We took it for granted that at the end of the month we would be paid that is not to say that we didn’t work for the salary but it was a sure bet that we would be paid. I gave the usual; get a job, masters, get married and start a family but up till then I had not started any intensive search for a job. Sure, I did apply online from time to time but nothing too serious but it was a wakeup call for me to do something. I sure did get a lot of wakeup calls during the service year; most importantly, I got a wakeup call to serve God more faithfully and not to neglect God’s gift in my life.
Therefore, as we trade in our ID card for the certificate of discharge I can proudly say I served my country this past one year in good faith. It was a tough call but I survived despite the constant illness. I forgot, I participated in the elections and the Hausas abi Gwari or Nupe people put the fear of God in me plus the whole stress that I had to undergo but I conducted a free and fair election in my polling unit and no lives were lost but they had to dispatch soldiers to the unit. Therefore, glory to God for successful elections and for Susan Asabe, hope you have given birth by now, my prayers are with you.
Now that service is over, its time to go home and see my parents and family whom I have not seen since January, time to search for a well-paying job, probably start applying for masters and wait for God to send the right man for me while developing myself and making me the right woman.
It is time to face reality. It was fun serving in the North despite the whole fear of ‘boko haram’, the whole ‘no light’ issue, but now I can brag that I am a full Nigerian. I live in the West, I schooled in the East, Project research and travels took me to the South, I served in the North, and I have a basic grasp of the three major languages.
So I ask myself, what next after dropping the khaki.
It is time to face the future.
So welcome to the future.
We came! We saw! We conquered!
Glory and praise to God for making it possible.
I am alive to tell the story.
So to all ‘Batch C’ corps members see you at the top.
To all Team’13 I cannot wait to see your shinning lights and attend plenty weddings and child-naming ceremonies.
We are stepping into the real world and we pray that God orders our steps.
Finally, it is over.
Service yakare.