MOTIVATIONAL TONIC: "In Touch With the Nation" (PART 1) by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

 

In Touch With the Nation

We are gods but there is a “Supreme Being” that rules in the affairs of men. This Supreme Being is the God of us all. “Behold, I am the LORD, the God of all flesh…” Jeremiah 32 v 27a. He is ever willing to accept people irrespective of their weakness and shortcoming. He is eternal, glorious and powerful. He is open to help anyone because we are all inscribed in the palm of his hands. This Supreme Being is not a material God that requires sticks and stones before He will respond to our call. He is a spiritual being and it requires a high level of spirituality to work with Him. “God is a spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth,” John 4 v 24.

We are grossly at a disadvantage if we appear before God empty. No matter how tough, identify with your maker and resist whatever will take his place in your life. Poverty is not an excuse to remain clueless and empty. God is all you need to have all your needs met. You cannot afford to fail or fall short of his glory. His power reveals a backing like no other. When placed on a scale, there is nothing heavier. There is absolutely nothing to lose if God is on your side. You are not only more than conqueror, you dictate the pace and rule in the affairs of men.

While you are spiritual in your service to God, you are expected to be in charge of your own life. As children of God, you have the power to take decisions, rest when you are tired, and find something to eat. You can also cloth yourself, seek advancement, embrace modernity and have a personal relationship with God. You are the number one prophet of your own life. If you have Jesus Christ, you do not need a middle man no matter who he is. According to the book of Genesis 1 v 28, mankind have been prophetically unleashed by the his Maker to dominate, control, multiply and subdue the earth irrespective of his religion, race, background, affiliation and ethnicity. 

In Touch With the Nation by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

 

In Africa, especially Nigeria, not many have encountered this God because He is not popular. God is slow to anger. Slow to react because He is a God of process. God thrives in orderliness.  God moves faster where there is order. Because many people are not willing to follow due process, they seek alternative route. A project that ordinarily should take five or more years to achieve, many Christians in Nigeria want to have them overnight. Some Christians are like a student who gains admission into college for a four year program. After just two days in the school, he is already thinking that he is due for graduation. With the little or no knowledge, he jumps into the labour market to seek employment. He believes that since he has paid the tuition fee for the first year and spent some days in the class, he is good to go. He is qualified like the person who endured the hardship of learning for years. His status has to change since he is a child of God whether he is qualified or not. Sadly there are people who are willing to feed the ignorance to their own advantage. All they need to do is tell the people what they want to hear. Large percentage of the people wants to hear that the process is not as important as the proceeds. Just give or sow seed and you are going to be blessed. You will receive power from the miraculous. God will break protocols to bless you. He is a merciful God. He is going to turn your sorrow to joy right away. When mischievous people tell their followers that God is a miraculous God and that things can be achieved quickly by trusting Him, they don’t tell their followers how the seventeen year old Joseph who was sold to Egypt by his own brothers. And it took Joseph thirteen years of hardship, perseverance, serving the Lord in truth and in spirit, and frustration to become the governor of Egypt. “And Pharaoh said unto Joseph, See, I have set thee over all the land of Egypt.

“Then Pharaoh took his signet ring from his hand and put it on Joseph’s hand, and clothed him in garments of fine linen and put a gold chain about his neck.

“And he made him ride in his second chariot. And they called out before him, “Bow the knee!” Thus he set him over all the land of Egypt.

 “Moreover, Pharaoh said to Joseph, “I am Pharaoh, and without your consent no one shall lift up hand or foot in all the land of Egypt.

“And Pharaoh called Joseph’s name Zaphenath-paneah. And he gave him in marriage Asenath, the daughter of Potiphera priest of On. So Joseph went out over the land of Egypt.

Joseph was thirty years old when he entered the service of Pharaoh King of Egypt. And Joseph went out from the presence of Pharaoh and went through all the land of Egypt,” Genesis 41 v 41-46.

In the kingdom of God, there are no short cuts. There is nothing like quick fix. Samuel anointed David as the King of Israel when he was just a boy. When David was anointed, King Saul was still the king of Israel. Anointing is not a guarantee that you will not encounter trouble. It is only symbolic that you are for something special. It does not guarantee safety from attacks, enemies and struggles.

However, ascending the throne ordained by God for him nearly cost David his life. There was enmity between the house of Saul and the house of David which lasted for several years, and David had to flee for his life. Because the work of God is a process and you cannot cut corners, David had to learn the hard way. First, instead of becoming the king of Israel, he was first appointed the king of Judah. All these are part of the process.  2 Samuel 2v 1-4.

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You must accept the challenge and pay the price. There is nothing free in heaven. Even if the gifts are given freely, you must earn it.  Natural laws must take its course. The atheist, Christian or Muslim all have equal chance to make it in life. When God commanded mankind to dominate, subdue, multiply and replenish the earth, He did not limit this to any particular race, religion, affiliation or people. “And God blessed them. And God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth,” Genesis 1 v 28. You don’t need to be a Christian to be rich. Anybody who understand the rules of how to get rich and applies them will be rich. Wealth has nothing to do with your affiliation to God or any religion. The earlier you know this, the better for you. Having God by your side is only a bonus. The power to decide whether you want to stay poor or rich is in your hands. God did not create you to have ears, mouth, eyes and brain for nothing. They are all you need to have all your needs met. Financial security does not come by being a Christian. You need to know the process. It is the process you apply that will make you rich. Do not allow anyone to deceive you that sowing seed in the church will make you rich or lead to instant miracles. It does not guarantee success.

Becoming a Christian only enhances your chances of going to heaven or having relationship with God. Being born again does not mean you will be financially secure. If your pastor tells you will be rich once you are born again, he is deceiving you. The true God does not require financial inducement to get His attention.

People who struggle or want the quick blessings always connect themselves to where they can get result without following any process or they are made to commit financially to cut corners and get the attention of God. In reality, they are only sowing to the wind. Breaking protocol, cutting corners or paying to get what you should ordinarily access for free is not the hallmark of God. It is Satan appearing as the angel of light. If God cannot answer your prayers in your house, He cannot answer your prayers in the church.

Meet the Author

OmoruyiUwuigiaren is a former cartoonist turned writer. When he was a kid, he loved music and composed songs for his high school band. After school, he wanted to pursue a career in music. Instead he embraced writing and studied Mass Communications. His literary works and books have appeared in Moronic Ox Literary and Cultural Journal, Open Books, Urban News Express Online and many more. He’s the owner of Ruyi’s World ofBooks and Stories.  

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Food vendor in Lagos: No Longer the Same

I was at a restaurant around 11 pm. It was odd, bitterly cold and there was nothing I could do about it. I was desperate to see Dorcas, the food vendor. She's a great cook. So I was ready to wait forever in order to eat some tasty noodles.

No time was too late to attend to the call and keep the stomach and mind in check. I will be at a disadvantage if I go into the night shift without food in my stomach. It was surely going to be a long night. I had to eat in order to be in the right frame of mind. One easy way to be distracted is to be hungry and watch the time slowly ticks away. The feeling can be frustrating.

I was not alone. Next to me was a fellow in his thirties. He was pale and drawn. Dark and slim. If he was placed on a scale, he would weigh slightly more than a feather. I don’t know why he wore a long face. But if I am to judge by the prevailing circumstance, I would say the harsh economic climate in Nigeria had directly impacted his life. High cost of living have swept the poor off their feet. Those who could not stand the heat, have been dragged into oblivion. Now, it is a crime not to be poor.

At intervals, the creature would glance at his faded gold wristwatch that was old and begging for replacement. Perhaps, it was an indication that the young man was tired of waiting for Dorcas but was only kept on the seat by some powerful spell. The magical character that pinned him to the seat was arguably bigger than the pair of legs that carried the man. It was his cross to bear. His bone to chew. If waiting was killing him, he should do the needful and leave. It’s written in the Bible that man cannot live by bread alone. It could be hard but there are chances that he could survive the night on empty stomach.

My case was different. I know why I was there. If Dorcas cast a spell on me, it will likely linger because I wanted to be wild and free. Eat whenever I wanted to. Embrace the freedom that comes from living in a world that is secure. That freedom improves economic activities is no news.

No doubt, the young man needs to get out of the restaurant as quickly as possible. Not just him. We all need to leave as soon as we can. It was late. Were it not for the street lights, it would have been pitch darkness. Something we all dread. In this part of the world, darkness is synonymous to evil. Staying too long under the suiting weight of her cover would mean bad omen. It is imperative to stay from evil. His willingness to stay for this long only mean one thing. He was also under her spell and Dorcas had us where she wanted.

Dorcas is a woman with extreme qualities that drives unimaginable traffic to her side. Her straight legs, good height and round ass filled the room. It was only a matter of time before I crumbled under her feet. At intervals, the large innocent balls that sat on the sockets of my skull would look in her direction. I was trying to process the figure and properly evaluate the time it took her maker to knock her into shape. Considering her beauty, a lot went into the making of the woman. And she’s worth every attention that she is getting.

Beautiful African woman: No Longer the Same

A lot of things were happening in my mind. I was going astray. I could see myself falling all over the place to get her in my arms.  It was hard to look at Dorcas and not be lascivious. She was an embodiment of beauty. The total package and well-developed black woman that every decent man would love to have. She was a meal with the right condiment. Her skin glowed under the nicely fitted dress. Feasting on such meal could only mean I have tasted the best apple in the neighborhood and there is nothing anybody can do about it.

Because life is tough, it’s proper to think and be at peace. But of what use is it when you know your thoughts can never be good enough to win a beautiful woman like Dorcas? Thoughts without action is only fantasies. In judgment, they account for so little.

It was late and there was no need to allow my mind stray too far away from what had brought me here. I was hungry. I need to stick to the plan and get my stomach filled. I shouldn’t be carried away by mere mortal. She could be a poisoned chalice.

It was important to note that she was something remarkable. In such an unholy hour, things could spiral out of control to the benefit of miscreants or anyone that holds the key to her heart. It is a double edged sword. Her situation is like biscuit that one does not know where it will crack. Making the wrong move could be fatal. Her world could crumble before her very eyes, business ruined and innocent admirers like me will suffer the loss of not seeing her again. On the other hand, she could enjoy the pleasure that comes with spreading the legs for an entity to insert his body. Once the petal is bruised, the wound could heal but the scar will never disappear,

Sometimes, joints and street corners are places to be when you are horny. You will be filled if you know your way. The street is a blessing and can also be a curse. To get into the temple, you only have to pull a few strings. The guitar is held firmly when the orchestra is playing. Quickly, the result appears, but soon it is swallowed up. Once wrapped in the warm hands of darkness, it is sucked in and forever gone. Never to return. If it doesn’t go according to plan, your hands are burnt and cracks will appear on the wall. The street have destroyed many lives. With fury, the street washes down their corpse into abyss.

Dorcas is in a class of her own. Such a woman cannot wander on the face of the earth for long before she would be taken. She will surely have a place to lay her head. A place to call home. A place where her petals will be repeatedly bruised and body massaged into the night. I wish I could have her and render the service and be praised up to the high heavens. I will occupy the south and fill my bucket with laughter. A man is to serve humanity. Forbidden fruits are sometimes the sweetest.

Dorcas, a typical Ibadan woman raised in one of the cities in the heart of Africa. She flaunts her assets at the slightest opportunity and I believe some of the faces around mainly visit the restaurant to catch a glimpse of her back side and the huge tits on her chest. They are fruits, ripe oranges, not deflated. They looked like bodies that have not been touched and brought to their knees. The precious stones are in their proper place under her braless shirt causing distraction as she moves from one end to another. It is no news that Dorcas is provocative. It is your business if you decide to burn. As a real man, it is expected that rage or madness should be subdued by self-control. Any man who does not tread this safe old path, will burn in hell.   

Suddenly, two teenagers walked in. They carried themselves to the creature that sat beside me. One of them bent his body over and whispered to the lad. After he had sounded the information, he rose to vertical. The teenager patted the creature on the back. He quietly walked to his cohort who was standing some meters away from us and they disappeared into the night the same way that they had come.

I barely raised my head and glanced at their direction. They were not persons of interest and I did not spare them any further glance.

As soon as the wind blew them away, the lad turned to me and said, "Oga, those guys came to our hotel with sacks full of money. Dem don hammer! Each of them get 850k for their hotel room now, now!"

I swallowed hard and asked, "What do they do for a living?"

"Na runs! Na yahoo boys’ dem be. Na dem I come buy noodles for!"

“How do you know they carried large sums of money into the hotel? Are you one of them?”

“I dey work for the hotel. I enter their room. I see everything. Money full everywhere!”

"Interesting," I sounded and smiled faintly. "It is late. Where are they going?"

"Dem wan go bring women wey dem go fuck this night."

“Prostitute?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he cocked his head.

Yahoo Boys: No Longer the Same

I slowly turned away from him and faced Dorcas who was at the other side. I paused for a while and tried to ponder about what the creature beside me whom I guess was under the influence of liquor had said. Why is he telling me all these? Does he think I will be happy to hear that teenagers who should be at home or in school are out on the street destroying themselves? How can people celebrate criminals to the point that they no longer feel ashamed to say they defrauded people? I don’t get his drift.

The young man is morally bankrupt. It was senseless to reveal such thing in the public. In my opinion, the hotel does not deserve to be in business for employing such a person. He was crude and foolish.

I was a total stranger. I don’t know him and we have never met. I could be an undercover cop sent to monitor the activities of fraudster in that neighborhood. He foolishly exposed the lads. What the young man told me is enough to put the boys and himself in trouble.

What sort of hotel employ such a daft in this age and time beats my imagination.

I looked at him one last time. "Why waste 850k tonight when they can sit at home and plan," I told the guy.

He smiled and noted, "Dem go continue work this night. All of them go knack phone till daybreak.”

It was too late for me to tell the poor creature my mind because my noodles were ready. She packed it and handed it over to me.  

I took my meal from Dorcas, made payments and left the scene quietly.

As I walked to the office, I wondered what type of generation is this.

They are doomed if nothing is done to stop these children from covetousness. The desperation to get rich quickly is evil enough. There is no future for people who want to be rich without following the due process.

 

About the Author

Omoruyi Uwuigiaren is a former cartoonist turned writer. When he was a kid, he loved music and composed songs for his high school band. After school, he wanted to pursue a career in music. Instead he embraced writing and studied Mass Communications. His literary works and books have appeared in Moronic Ox Literary and Cultural Journal, Open Books, Urban News Express Online and many more. He’s the owner of Ruyi’s World of Books and Stories. 

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There was trouble. 

Tom was at the heart of everything. 

When it involved the police, 

things did start to spiral out of control. 

You don’t need to know everything. You only need to know enough.