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'Amen' 'Amen' 'Amen' My then two year old now five was saying Amen in response to my prayers. But the most surprising thing is, I wasnt praying in actual words. I was speaking in other tongues and we were in the bathroom. So it wasn't like I was alone somewhere in prayer mode. I was shocked to say the least.  PRESENT DAY 'Mum are you praying'?  'Yes I am'  'Can you teach me how to pray like that'? I was taken aback again but I said yes then proceeded to lay my hand on his head and pray for him to receive the power of the Holy Ghost with evidence of speaking in tongues. I am sure you are wondering why I would do that and how did I think a 5 year old will be able to speak in tongues? I don't know how too, but mine is to obey, because the Bible says out of the mouth of babes and sucklings, God has perfected praise. In this journey of intentional parenting, I have learnt to take advantage of the seemingly innocent and care

"My Kids are Special".  "My Son is a genius." This is not to say other kids aren't, but it is what I reiterate to my children everyday. I tell them how proud I am of them. How I love them. Giving out lots of hugs and kisses. Now, I am not saying everything is all rosy, there are days we don't see eye to eye, when they play too rough and break their Granparents flask, or allow their Dad's laptop to fall off the bed, or the day they refuse to understand I don't have change for lollipop and they start whining which stresses me out, but what can I do? The core of my parenting is being intentional and positive. The desire to raise kids that are thoughtful, compassionate, fair, kind and who love God. In all of these, they are really cool kids and I am grateful to God for the privilege to parent them. That been said, the conversations I have with my 5 year old deserves a special mention hence the title 'Musings Of A Five Year Old'. They will be d

"If you make a sale, you can make a living. If you make an investment of time and good service in a customer, you can make a fortune." Jim Rohn, Author and Motivational Speaker 'What's wrong Amaka? Why are you frowning at your phone?' I peer into her phone curiously. Amaka is my colleague and she has a penchant for ordering items online. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, etc and she has all kinds of stories to tell about the way she has been treated by online vendors. She handed me her phone to look at the exchange between herself and an online vendor and I was appalled. From being sheer clueless to outright rudeness, the tone of the conversation was condescending and I couldn't imagine how such vendor will still expect to be patronized. How do you deliver over sized shoes to a customer and refuse to take it back, saying there is no exchange, meanwhile she explicitly told you her shoe size. You have also refused to process a refund even after my colleague o

'I am not going to patronize your store anymore, you sell inferior items. You are fake'.  She said all this at the top of her voice, visibly upset.  'I bought expired yoghurt here. It landed my kids in the hospital for food poisoning'. People around her gasped. One lady glanced around furtively and returned the yoghurt she had just picked. I demand a full refund and I will tell everyone I know not to patronize you guys anymore. You are a bunch of fake ass people. Other customers looked on, uncomfortable with the scene unfolding. One of the staff approached her, wary and standing far off,  'We are sorry Madam, I have gone to call the manager, he will sort this out' Sorry Ma'. He moved away quickly. I knew then that if care wasn't taken, this situation would get out of hand. I also came to shop but the store had a good reputation and would not knowingly stock expired items. They were known for having variety and good items. She was fum

Times have changed Tide has turned Corona disrupted The semblance of order we had. Its Sunday Seems like every other day now Grandma is not cooking her signature jollof Sunday special. Probably because she cooked it the day before. Its Sunday Grandpa is sending broadcasts He hasn't been to church in a while. I miss seeing him in his white garments Returning by 6pm. Its Sunday Its 9am We are not in a frenzy, Hurrying one another No last minute preparations. We are gathered in front of the laptop Streaming Daddy G.O live Baba Adeboye with the word for the season. Gods' servant, who serves us too, Gods' word undiluted and pure. Its Sunday No sunday finery. No visitors. It's like every other day, It's our new normal.

I lost my Mum over 15 years ago when I was in ss1 and that is the extent of familial loss I have ever experienced until recently.  God blessed me with Mothers of different ages, tribe, and class to see me through life. Far away from home, I will make friends and their Mum will take me in, show me love and care. It told me more than anything that God cares and was looking out for me. But I had this fear. I didn't know how deep rooted until I started saying I wouldn't get married. I figured marriage translated to having kids and I was fearful that I could die at a young age, leaving my kids at the mercy of relatives and I didn't want that at all. I started praying about it and I came to the realisation that I am now in Christ, old things have passed away and all things are new. I am no longer a slave to Fear! Oh how liberating. 5 years ago God made me a mother and it was the end of 'anyhowness' in my life. I could no longer take things for granted. I

Every Saturday Even on Sunday I think of that day A day of pain, And unbearable grief. And hollowness I lost a dear one. One of the realest friends I have. Always holding my hand Advising me as a sage would. Praying over me like a mother. When pain overwhelmed me When grief overshadowed me When I questioned God why. I tried to understand. I couldn't fathom it. She loved God, was hopeful about her future. We had plans. She was young It wasn't time She wanted to get married, have kids. She has loved ones. She worshipped God with her whole being. Like with tears running down her face, and a smile on her face and speech that could only be a result of a deep communion with God. Her presence calmed me. Her words uplifting. Covering me. A shield by exercising faith and praying. I am consoled because she has gone to rest. I smile because she would now worship God till eternity. I have hope because we will see ourselves again someday in Heaven. I a