The power of a smile

I have been having a not so nice week,  I had an accident that could have been avoided. So it's not surprising that I have been having mood swings. I was blaming it on everyone, I got so irritable and sensitive, picking up vibes that were non existent from other people. I kept going at it until I got into a bus and the driver smiled at me. He didn't have to, and then it struck me that life is about perception. It's about what you make of it. What if someone was being nasty, it's on them not on you. Why waste time thinking about how they spoke to you. You can shake it off and make excuses for them. That though is easier said than done. It can only come from a place of peace and from following one of the greatest commandments; love your neighbors as yourself. So the next time you feel inclined to respond with a scathing remark, choose to excuse them.lastly bless people with a smile because you don't have to.

The Praise singer

Maybe this post should be titled the worship leader.
I was one of those in the praise team in Nigeria so I have seen both sides. I have experienced moments where the crowd refused to be moved by our ministrations or the time they were so moved that worship went on longer. Sometimes we are fixated on singing to impress the crowd, but that's not the end game. Is the song ministering to us, how are we being transformed by Jesus. Are we giving heart felt praise to the king of kings? No doubt it's wonderful when the crowd gets carried along but we should be be careful not to play into pleasing them all the time. Our aim is to start with ourselves, make sure you are holy, make sure that our lives are reflective of how grateful we are to the maker. Next, we should channel our praise God, hoping with Faith that it is acceptable to him. The people are not blind, they can feel real stuff. I wrote a song from an inner place " let my praises like a river surround you" I just wrote it because I wanted to express how grateful I was. Somehow it made the choir's line up of worship songs. They were impressed and so it was from that place I decided to write another worship song, of course that didn't go so well. I just felt like sharing this. Remember Love God, love your Neighbors. Shalom!

Musings of a Nigerian Immigrant

It's with a wave of sadness that the truth permeates your being that this is not home. Travelling to America has been romanticized that you fail to make your enquiries about how things work here. Your Aunties and Uncles might have complained of how difficult it is living Overseas. But we failed to see it, to us they were being stingy and uncooperative. So it's with this recollection that I now understand what they were saying beneath the thinly veiled talks. It's so difficult to succeed especially coming from a country where mediocrity is praised. I use to feel upset at people that come back complaining about how the system in Nigeria is faulty but now I understand. Nobody who wants to be someone significant is content being average. It's either they rely on their white privilege they combine that with hard work. This is just my morning musing. Somehow something has got to give. Shoutout to my fellow immigrants struggling to be outstanding. Thanks for reading.