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Thursday, 6 June 2013

You Will Be A Real Bishop One Day – Words Of My Mother
Growing up was very adventurous for me. I was a very super curious kid. My curiosity is not the type that seeks answers by asking questions. No that’s boring. Not that I don’t ask questions at all, I ask when I can’t absolutely help it. it’s the Thomas Edison kind. I prefer empirical approach. I like practical things. I’m the seeing-is-believing kinda guy though no relations to doubting Thomas in the Bible. For instance when they write; “don’t dispose in fire even when empty”, I will like to dispose in fire to know exactly what will happen and not just they say. I was Mr. Experiment. Growing up too I had so many nicknames. If I earn a dollar for every nickname I had, Bill Gate will probably be one of my numerous paid staff. More than 90% of these names were inadvertently or intentionally imposed on me by people. The rest I consciously gave myself.

One of the outstanding nicknames I gave myself was BISHOP LYNX. This sleek nick really stood the test of time. Most people still call me Bishop till today. I don’t mind. I had a fine little graffiti art of the name designed by me on the wall of my room back then. Some added something to the name like Bishop without Diocese. It’s expected of people especially one’s peers. My dear mother, Da Wewe as we fondly call her somehow approved the name because of the Bishop part of it. My mum is staunch member of Methodist Church. She is a heavy weight in the women’s choir. I used to write her choir sofa notation for her. Me and my siblings used to practice her sofa notation with her too. We prefer singing the sofa notation to the main song.

It’s a mystery, I don’t know how or why I chose Bishop, but I know why I chose Lynx. My dear mother would say the name Bishop is divinely given to me by God because I’m going to be a real Bishop someday and preach the word of God. I will laugh at her. Me? Be a Bishop and preach? It’s inconceivable! At that moment I was the least serious with church activities in my house, everybody else was plugged in. My brother was in the band and technical department. My sisters were in the choir. My dad used to be in men’s choir but now, never mind. Me, I didn’t even qualify as a Sunday-Sunday church goer. I used to be a heavy weight in the children’s church. I was one of the children that attend competition for our church. But that was before I left to live with my auntie in Enugu.

Those were donkey and camel years ago. Now I’m a grown man earning a living in this chaotic configuration called Lagos. No I’m not earning a living as a bishop or preacher. There were moments when people call me pastor, some say I look like a pastor. How does a pastor look? Whenever people say that, the words of my mother come to mind. What common “look” can one see when you look at Chris Oyakilome, E. A. Adeboye, T.B. Joshua, Daniel Olukoya, etc? However this year 2013, I decided to increase my spiritual life by at least going to church more. It was one of my New Year resolutions. Judging by my adulterous relationship with New Year resolutions I didn’t think this one stood a different chance. Proudly let me announce I’ve never missed any Sunday service this year. It may mean nothing to you but it is a remarkable feat to me.

You Will Be A Real Bishop One Day – Words Of My Mother
Funto Annam
I took it further by joining the workers in training program, I’ve always wanted to be active in church for God. I started it and God willing I ended it well at RCCG Workers’ Retreat/Graduation at Atican beach on 29th May 2013. During my introduction, pastor’s wife Funto Annam made a comment. She said among other things; “He took the Open Heavens once, I think he has a hidden potential that needs to be tapped.” The words of my dear mother possessed my thoughts immediately. She said Hidden Potential, of preaching? I know I poured in my all in preparing for that Open Heavens. I wasn’t 100% impressed with my delivery even though I know it was good, I didn’t know it will be worth mentioning today. I’m mighty happy that it was mentioned though. I pondered at the prophetic words of my mother and the pragmatic words of pastor’s wife, if only she knew about the words of my mother.

I still don’t feel like I can be a real bishop. One thing I know is that I enjoyed teaching during my NYSC deployment. I did with my whole heart. It was a quintessential picture of doing what you love. I even organized extra mural classes for free! I do have this desire to be lecturer or teacher. I subtly constrained to do MBA in Unilag. I didn’t think it through, and otherwise it would’ve been pure masters in a particular subject that way it’s easier to ease into the lecturer profession. MBA is a professional course while a pure master is an academics course. The

Whether it matures to reality or not I walk around with the words of my mother safe in my heart. I LOVE THAT WOMAN. She is a woman of virtue! GOD BLESS HER!

You Will Be A Real Bishop One Day – Words Of My Mother

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You Will Be A Real Bishop One Day – Words Of My Mother
Growing up was very adventurous for me. I was a very super curious kid. My curiosity is not the type that seeks answers by asking questions. No that’s boring. Not that I don’t ask questions at all, I ask when I can’t absolutely help it. it’s the Thomas Edison kind. I prefer empirical approach. I like practical things. I’m the seeing-is-believing kinda guy though no relations to doubting Thomas in the Bible. For instance when they write; “don’t dispose in fire even when empty”, I will like to dispose in fire to know exactly what will happen and not just they say. I was Mr. Experiment. Growing up too I had so many nicknames. If I earn a dollar for every nickname I had, Bill Gate will probably be one of my numerous paid staff. More than 90% of these names were inadvertently or intentionally imposed on me by people. The rest I consciously gave myself.

One of the outstanding nicknames I gave myself was BISHOP LYNX. This sleek nick really stood the test of time. Most people still call me Bishop till today. I don’t mind. I had a fine little graffiti art of the name designed by me on the wall of my room back then. Some added something to the name like Bishop without Diocese. It’s expected of people especially one’s peers. My dear mother, Da Wewe as we fondly call her somehow approved the name because of the Bishop part of it. My mum is staunch member of Methodist Church. She is a heavy weight in the women’s choir. I used to write her choir sofa notation for her. Me and my siblings used to practice her sofa notation with her too. We prefer singing the sofa notation to the main song.

It’s a mystery, I don’t know how or why I chose Bishop, but I know why I chose Lynx. My dear mother would say the name Bishop is divinely given to me by God because I’m going to be a real Bishop someday and preach the word of God. I will laugh at her. Me? Be a Bishop and preach? It’s inconceivable! At that moment I was the least serious with church activities in my house, everybody else was plugged in. My brother was in the band and technical department. My sisters were in the choir. My dad used to be in men’s choir but now, never mind. Me, I didn’t even qualify as a Sunday-Sunday church goer. I used to be a heavy weight in the children’s church. I was one of the children that attend competition for our church. But that was before I left to live with my auntie in Enugu.

Those were donkey and camel years ago. Now I’m a grown man earning a living in this chaotic configuration called Lagos. No I’m not earning a living as a bishop or preacher. There were moments when people call me pastor, some say I look like a pastor. How does a pastor look? Whenever people say that, the words of my mother come to mind. What common “look” can one see when you look at Chris Oyakilome, E. A. Adeboye, T.B. Joshua, Daniel Olukoya, etc? However this year 2013, I decided to increase my spiritual life by at least going to church more. It was one of my New Year resolutions. Judging by my adulterous relationship with New Year resolutions I didn’t think this one stood a different chance. Proudly let me announce I’ve never missed any Sunday service this year. It may mean nothing to you but it is a remarkable feat to me.

You Will Be A Real Bishop One Day – Words Of My Mother
Funto Annam
I took it further by joining the workers in training program, I’ve always wanted to be active in church for God. I started it and God willing I ended it well at RCCG Workers’ Retreat/Graduation at Atican beach on 29th May 2013. During my introduction, pastor’s wife Funto Annam made a comment. She said among other things; “He took the Open Heavens once, I think he has a hidden potential that needs to be tapped.” The words of my dear mother possessed my thoughts immediately. She said Hidden Potential, of preaching? I know I poured in my all in preparing for that Open Heavens. I wasn’t 100% impressed with my delivery even though I know it was good, I didn’t know it will be worth mentioning today. I’m mighty happy that it was mentioned though. I pondered at the prophetic words of my mother and the pragmatic words of pastor’s wife, if only she knew about the words of my mother.

I still don’t feel like I can be a real bishop. One thing I know is that I enjoyed teaching during my NYSC deployment. I did with my whole heart. It was a quintessential picture of doing what you love. I even organized extra mural classes for free! I do have this desire to be lecturer or teacher. I subtly constrained to do MBA in Unilag. I didn’t think it through, and otherwise it would’ve been pure masters in a particular subject that way it’s easier to ease into the lecturer profession. MBA is a professional course while a pure master is an academics course. The

Whether it matures to reality or not I walk around with the words of my mother safe in my heart. I LOVE THAT WOMAN. She is a woman of virtue! GOD BLESS HER!
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