WHO is the PERSON???

We all know that language our mommies use whenever we tell them we are seeing someone especially if we let them know it’s a serious relationship. ”Let me pray about it first” is the sentence that sends shiver of scares into our hearts. After a few days, our first contact with our mom would initiate a curious look and we ask in matter-of fact manner WHO IS THE PERSON? (Person being whoever the prophet has picked from the list) .Whatever comes out of the said ‘prayer’ determines what happens to the relationship. Because of this, most people have more than one potential love partner because they can easily have choices to write in a paper and give to the mom, which of course ends in the altar or some prophet’s bibles.

By this, so many people have ended up happy and so many people have regretted also. Why is this? Even some seers would categorically tell you that your star and a particular person’s star crossed and at the end things will not turn out the way it had been foreseen. I have heard of stories where it was foreseen that two partners’ stars crossed indeed and they ended up divorced.

Even somehow I personally get to wonder if fate was the secret to a happy home even if there were challenges or if it was commitment and tolerance and those who had crisis and eventual divorce in marriage, was it fate too who had decided that they could not be together? In fact what role does fate plays in shaping our marital life as well as future happiness? Is love by nature so complex that we have to go seek spiritual advice instead of following what our hearts want? What does one need to do if one’s star is not maritally fated with whom one loves most? Is having multiple relationship justified by this?

God told me that...........

Okay! Religion has taught us(its prospects) that we should believe in its preternatural, we should accept the things beyond our mortal efforts.But how deep do we get acquainted with this miracle?Africans are so labelled religious,yet,we are still the bearers of what the whites  term as ‘terrorism’, ‘corruption’ ‘vandalization’‘backwardness’ and so on.

In a Muslim oriented state, somewhere perceived closer to paradise, I was waiting beside the gate of Access bank and I just saw this man walking towards me,dressed convincingly as a Sheikh-Oh yeah, he actually introduced himself as Sheikh something! I don’t like being too friendly with strangers especially one as this.He said he wanted to go into the bank but a voice (only he heard) asked him to deliver a ‘message’.’Do you have a little time auntie’? he asked  and I said yes.Why, I don’t know! He continued and asked if I have scary dreams( sometimes I do,so I said yes), he asked if I wear black clothes(I don’t but I said yes anyway),he asked again if I usually misplace money(then, I knew this guy is crazy,who doesn’t misplace money ordinarily?).My mien this time had changed,I guess he could read my expression because all of a sudden he blurted that he doesn’t need any money from me and that he had  been ordered(by that voice) to tell me something.I only stared at him intently.’They told me to tell you that you should buy tied salt in three places,kolanut of three lobes in three places and aadun(I don’t know the English name,sorry!).He then asked me to give these things to an old woman beggar and wait because she’s got something to say about my future  that I must relay to him(na so the guy gimmehin  number oooo).Afterwards, he entered into the bank but glanced at me to know if I believed him or not.I really thought all was bull shit but when I got home,I found myself buying all those he had asked me to buy.I swear I trekked from my house in search of an old woman beggar.I eventually met one brown,disfigured and almost fallen out set –of –teeth old woman beggar at a junction that I wouldn’t have ordinarily trekked to on a good day.I gave her these stuffs but the woman rejected,I felt a cold chill on me,goose bumps had started forming on me,which kaingbege be dis?, I told myself!! I tried to persuade the woman but soon enough she started mumbling curses in a language I didn’t hear.My brain told me to leave and I did.

I felt awkward when I got back home having thrown those things at a dumpsite.Then I laughed hard at my stupidity. I started talking to myself,asking if I truly believed if the revelations were real? How absurd I wasconcerned about the mysterious tale behind my future and much more if I believe any ‘miracle’can actually come that way.Then I asked again,why do we call it miracle if it doesn’t come mysteriously?Till now I haven’t deduced the answers but the next time I saw the so called Sheikh in a café,he walked out in a rush as if scared I might shoot him.And there, I said “that’s it,he recognized me”. How can a miracle vessel recognize its victim?Do real miracles come this way,on the road,from a stranger? I know it has happened but does it still happen even when we are conscious of our security?

This happens in our lives where some of us don’t believe or still have doubts that God answers or has answered our prayers because the pastor has not said ‘God told me that’ to us.Even some of us don’t feel fulfilled after Sunday service because the pastor has not touched us and say somethingHoly Spirit told him to tell us.Not to discredit our faith in our Men of God but to let us know that not everything that has to do with our lives must be relayed to us by so called men of God.