Random Reflections Of A Sound Mind.

  Gentlemen, When your female friend gets married, no matter how close you guys were, or what you shared, respect her husband, refrain from too much Okra soup , so as to not allow your destiny to be sliding into, building a tent and living in her DM. Even when the last thing on your mind is physical or emotional intimacy, it's advisable to keep non-essential private interactions with a married friend at reasonable minimum or just the essentials—you can't be chatting up a married friend, every other day for long periods na— your mother didn't give birth to a sheep!   I guess this applies to females and their married male friends too.  This is not suggesting that married people should drop or totally block out all previous friends of opposite gender, this is saying; you can't be chatting them up or relating like that, as it used to be. This post is inspired by what I observed somewhere on IG: a young man's convo on a married woman

"But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them, bring hither, and SLAY THEM before me." Jesus of Nazareth. Did Jesus by that statement allude to his support for the Christian Military crusades in the middle ages? If you are wondering if that's in your Bible, you should check Luke 19:27, without even going back to ascertain who said it, you can tell, it's in red, showing that it's spoken by the Christ (Bible publishers convention). I came across a video where a Muslim cleric threw a Christian Bishop off balance in a discussion, asserting that Jesus supported the Jihad, using the above scripture. At first, the bishop scorned the Muslim Cleric, that those words were not in the Bible when the cleric recited them. Then, when the man quoted the citation and the Bishop opened his Bible and saw it, all he could do was laugh nervously and mumble some incoherent phrases. The Muslim cleric, with much glee and air of

(Three things before you read this post: first, his post is NOT about which of the World's many religions is correct in its assertions about life's greatest questions, technically. Secondly, please do read everything correctly before you conclude on what you think I'm saying, it's a bit long. Thirdly, you don't have to agree.) Definitions of words and concepts keep changing, at the same time, there may exist many conflicting shades of understanding of a particular concept; thus many times, the reason people fight is their different understanding of the same concept. When the matters are clearly defined, you may discover, the parties were both on the same page all along. Conversely, people may think they agree on a matter because they have not looked, a bit deeper, at the accurate understanding and accompanying implications of the concepts they hold on to and agree about. When you understand the implications of what the other fellow means, you may discover that y

'See, I usually don't treat customers good like this but I like you, Oga Man of God, you remind me of my first boyfriend...and I like fair guys!' She kissed me on the lip, slowly. All the resistance and traces of common sense began to seep out; faster than water from a rafia basket! Almost instinctively, my hands began to transverse her body in response to her, as we drank deep of our midnight salivas. Without warning, I threw her off me unto the bed and made to go over her when she broke out laughing again. I was confused. 'Did I do something wrong?' The laughter intensified in response to my question. Somehow, it seemed my puzzled look fueled her laughter the more. I shifted back to my edge of the bed and sat down. I watched her continue for a while. Hormones had begun to take a nose dive. 'Are you done?' I was beginning to get slightly irritated. She got herself together and walked up to the switch and t

(kindly read #afterNote under first before deciding whether to read this or not. Nothing serious) "0-7-0-3-2-2-7-0-1-4-A. I'm getting a 0-7-0-3-2-2-7-0-1-4-A..." "Jeeeeesuss!!! Thank you Jesus! Thank you Lord!" An abrupt scream rent the atmosphere as the Pastor was calling the number the second time. A fat lady with a big wig jumped out screaming. The ushers couldn't hold her. The congregation was laughing, it was quite a sight that she could sprint like she did from the mid section of the auditorium, up and across the large expanse in front. 'Madam, are you the one? Do you recognize that number...?' 'Hey God!!! Jesus is reeeeal! I will serve God forever and evermore...' the woman was still screaming and pacing round an axis as the ushers tried to restrain her. 'Madam! We know Jesus is real, he has been real since, not just-- hold her!!!' The woman made to collapse as the ushers qui

Beginning sometime in the middle of 2003, I have kept a diary where I write everyday; random thoughts, record of happenings, omens, etc. This practice necessitated the continuation of the diary in several exercise books (I have quite a pile of these books now; in them, how I think and most of the motives behind my actions, will hang around here many years after I leave).  I kept these books, along with every letter, note, or handmade card that was personally made for me. Along with this collection of books, I have my term results from my secondary school, JSS 1 to SSS 3 (1998-2004). I was looking through my results, as I did, I could readily tell from a clear pattern in them, what my natural strengths were and how best I functioned. As I looked through the results, I came across one of results that brought lots of memories. Let me try to share. Saturdays at FGC Okigwe were anything but fun, except you were an SSS 3 student, who could do whatever was desired

I sat frozen, on one side of the large hotel bed when the knock came more insistently the second time. 'Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!' I was nervous and didn't know what to answer because I knew who it was. The taboo of the anticipated, mixed with resistance against the voice of reason screaming in my head, plus every teaching I had heard on immorality, produced an ambivalent sensation. I couldn't properly classify if it was fear or desire; but I could feel the adrenaline rush. 'Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!' I opened my mouth to respond but I couldn't make out words. Then the door knob turned slowly and the door creaked opened slightly. Her head and shoulders jutted out from behind the door. When she saw I was the one, she walked in and locked the door behind her. All she had was a phone and charger. I had been trying to play cool and act as normal as possible, like I was used to this; I fiddled with my phone. As she sauntered