Thursday, 9 June 2022

The Power in the Name

 

The Power in the Name

If the name of an ordinary mortal man given by God has the power to change his life, how much more are the names of God that are contained in his word? When the baby Jesus was about to be named, it was an angel of the Lord from heaven that came to deliver the message to the Virgin Mary about the type of name that the child should bear.

Luke 1:31

And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS.

It was also in the same encounter that the angel told Mary the meaning of the name, Emmanuel meaning God with us. The meaning of the name God is with us is contained in the Bible. If God is with us or for us, wh0 then can be against us? We’ll come to that later when we are praying the names of God but for now, I want to resist every temptation to veer off from the subject under discussion.

There was tremendous power in the name of Jesus that even while he was on earth miracles, signs, and wonders were performed by the disciples in the name of Jesus.

Luke 10:17-18

And the seventy returned again with joy, saying, Lord, even the devils are subject unto us through thy name.

And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven.

The Bible tells us in the book of Luke that Jesus gave authority to the disciples to go and cast out spirits and demons. The Bible says they returned with testimonies that even demons bow to them in the name of Jesus. Now, this happened even before Jesus was crucified on the Cross of Calvary. This happened even before the exaltation of his name after his death. If the name of Jesus before his death carries so much power, what do you think the name will do now after his death? The Bible tells us in the book of Philippians 2:8-10:

And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.

Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name:

That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth;

The name of Jesus is so powerful that at the mention of that name every knee must bow and every tongue must confess that Jesus is Lord. Everything on the earth and in heaven and under the heavens has a knee. Whenever a person is healed in the name of Jesus, it was that sickness that bowed its knees to the name of Jesus. Whenever a person is delivered in the name of Jesus, it was a particular thing that bowed to the name of Jesus. When an accident is stopped in the name of Jesus, it was the spirit of the accident that bow to the name of Jesus. Think of it! Anything at all that was stopped as a result of the name of Jesus, that thing simply bowed to the name of Jesus. The Bible already said that at the mention of the name of Jesus every knee in heaven and on the earth must bow. So every day as the name of Jesus is being called across the world, diverse knees are bowing down every second. Why? Jesus is God! And the name of Jesus is the name of God. And the name of God has so much power.

Let’s go to the Old Testament and see how powerful the name of God is. One of the names of God is Jehovah Jireh, which means God my provider. Did God provide for Abraham in answer to the name Jehovah Jireh? Yes, he did and prevented Abraham from sacrificing his only son, Isaac (Genesis 22:14). The Bible is the word of God and it contains the power of God. This is why the Bible says is my word not like a hammer and fire that break every rock into pieces? The same Bible says where the word of the King is, there is power. The question is, what type of power? Of course, the power of God. And is God a King? Of course, he is. And the names of God that we are going to be praying throughout the pages of this book are contained in the Bible, God’s word. So we are praying the names of God that are contained in the word of God and the Bible tells us that the word of God is power. If you are praying the name Jehovah Jireh, that name must answer for you because the name has power. If you are praying the name Jehovah M’ Kaddesh, then the manifestation of God as a holy God must be seen in your life as a result of the power of that name. Whatever names of God as we will soon be praying, must manifest in your life. This is a result of the power in the word of God.


Wednesday, 8 June 2022

It's All About God's Name

 

A Name Earned

For the first time, the weather was kind! It was kind enough not to bear its volcanic heat on all who were under its canopy! That day, which I had deposited into my memory bank because of the special place it held in my life had good weather. I was still a student at the University in Benue State, Nigeria, when all these events occurred. I was given the responsibility of keeping the goal post when we played a soccer match against an opposing team. The other goalkeeper played poorly, behaving like a basket where goals from the opponents simply filtered in without any iota of resistance. As his poor performance endued, I decided to make a rescue plan by taking the responsibility of the goalkeeper.

My performance shone like a new medallion and soon, everyone was shouting my name from the four corners of the pitch. Although one or two goals from the opponent still sank into the net under my watchful hands, my performance reduced the ignominious defeat we would have suffered. Even when the strength of the football match had waned, some people still saluted me with smiles from here and there, GOALKEEPER! Some would say! The remarks were the kindest appreciation they could offer for the rescue operation I undertook to save my class from suffering too many goals that day.

Soon, words have gone round my class about me. And a tall, hanky young man who had been magnetized by my performance became my friend. Our friendship started. He would call me Pius.

My performance on that day earned my name a reputation. And that friend of mine every time dropped a little memorial of that goalkeeping event in our conversations.

Why did I take the time to explain all these to you? I want you to remember that names mean a lot. That was how the saints of old called God. Based on his performance and what they have seen him do. He provided, Abraham called him Jehovah Jireh because he saw provision. He manifested and Gideon called him Jehovah shalom. All these are the names of God based on the encounters that the saints had. And truly, God’s word is living and active and God is the same, yesterday, today, and forever.  If he has done it before, he can do it again.

Names in the Bible

Why don’t people call the names of their children Jezebel, Lucifer, and the devil?  Simple! The implication of the name and what the former bearers of the names have done in the Bible or the secular world. Every name that is given to an individual can influence the kind of life that the person may lead. Before you raise your eyebrows, and say, brother Pius, that is not true. There are only a few exceptions where the names of an individual may not tally with the character of the person bearing the name. But in most cases, they do. This account for the reason why people are very careful when selecting the names they want to give to their children. In modern-day, you will rarely see people bearing the name Adolf Hitler because of the kind of things that the previous bearer of the name had done.

There is no one or anything that is without a name. Even God who created the whole universe has names. And those names have a symbolic representation of who God is to his children. When God created man in the Garden of Eden, he gave him a name. The man that he had first created, he called Adam, means the first man. And the woman whom he took out of the rips of the man that he had created, Adam called Eve, meaning the mother of the living or the first woman. God knows the implication of names. Names have a lot of implications for what a person would be. The name a person bears can also hinder him from becoming all that God has purposed for that man. When God called Abraham from his father’s house in the book of Genesis 12:1-3, he had to change his name. His name was Abram.

Genesis 17:5

Neither shall thy name any more be called Abram, but thy name shall be Abraham; for a father of many nations have I made thee.

For as long as his name was Abram, he was limited and the plan and purpose of God for him to become the father of all nations was hindered. That name as you would see in the Bible is associated with idol worship. Until the time God called him out of that lifestyle, and changed the name Abram to Abraham.

Joshua 24:2

And Joshua said unto all the people, Thus saith the Lord God of Israel, Your fathers dwelt on the other side of the flood in old time, even Terah, the father of Abraham, and the father of Nachor: and they served other gods.

How can someone who is a worshipper of an idol become the father of many nations through which Kings and Queens will come forth? It was when the name of Abraham changed that his destiny and purpose opened for fulfilment. The name Abram was simply a limitation to what God wanted to do with his life.

Jacob in the Bible was associated with a lot of suffering. He was running away from his brother Esau whose blessings he took by subtlety. When he got to his uncle’s house, Laban, Jacob was employed to take care of the sheep of his uncle. He laboured 14 years, day and night, tortured by the fierce cold of the winter and was in constant peril of the wild beasts of the field. Every loss of the sheep that he was employed to take care of, Jacob had to pay whether it was stolen by night or by day.

Genesis 31:38-42

38 This twenty years have I been with thee; thy ewes and thy she goats have not cast their young, and the rams of thy flock have I not eaten.

39 That which was torn of beasts I brought not unto thee; I bare the loss of it; of my hand didst thou require it, whether stolen by day, or stolen by night.

40 Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep departed from mine eyes.

41 Thus have I been twenty years in thy house; I served thee fourteen years for thy two daughters, and six years for thy cattle: and thou hast changed my wages ten times.

42 Except the God of my father, the God of Abraham, and the fear of Isaac, had been with me, surely thou hadst sent me away now empty. God hath seen mine affliction and the labour of my hands, and rebuked thee yesternight.

His suffering continued until one day when he encountered God through an angel, his name was changed from Jacob to Israel.

Genesis 32:28

And he said, Thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but Israel: for as a prince hast thou power with God and with men, and hast prevailed.

That was the beginning of a turnaround for Jacob. All the troubles that followed him with his former name Jacob, changed the moment his name was replaced. That name was like an embargo, and a limitation upon the life of Jacob for as long as that name was upon his life, suffering, affliction, and sorrow will never depart from him. If not for intense suffering, how can a man serve another individual for seven years just to marry a woman? It felt like he was under a spell because the moment Laban asked him what shall his wages be, it was Jacob who said he would serve Laban for seven years for his younger daughter Rachel. He was used to suffering.  No one asked him, he decided to place that upon his life. No matter how beautiful Rachel was, Jacob would have said I will serve you for six months or even a year. But he opened his mouth and called seven years. After the seven years were over, he served again for another seven years just to secure the hand of the woman he dearly loved because Laban had deceived him.

All of this sorrow and affliction was upon the life of Jacob until he met the angel of the Lord at Peniel that changed his name from Jacob to Israel. And from the moment his name was changed, his life also changed. While the previous name was associated with so much suffering and affliction, the present name was related to blessings. His new name became so important that the whole nation of Israel took the name as a country. The name was changed because the previous bearer of the name was suffering.

There was a man in the Bible whose name was Jabez. His mother who bear him as a result of her affliction decided to give him the name based on the present circumstances of her life. She called his name Jabez, and in her words, I bear him out of sorrow. The name Jabez followed him wherever he went. He became a man acquainted with sorrow and affliction. To me, it seems like wherever Jabez went even if the place was a spring of water, Jabez would still be in drought. The reason was simple! He was bearing a name that was a typical representation of affliction and sorrow. Which is the reason why as a believer we must not limit ourselves to our present circumstances. The mother of Jabez couldn’t see the future. As for her, life has come to a stall. So she named her son based on her present circumstances.

Friends, as long as you are a child of God, your present circumstances do not define the entirety of your destiny. Jesus was born in a manger, but he did not die in a manger. It doesn’t matter what you are going through now as long as you have the seed of God in your life, your potentials are limitless. So do not define your life by what you are going through presently. If you are going through financial lack at the moment, it does not mean that you are going to die a pauper. Kenneth Copeland was so poor at a point in time in his life, but today, he has given more than thirty aircraft as gifts to people. This man of God was so poor at some point in his life, but he held on until God changed his life and blessed him tremendously. The same can also be said of Kenneth Hagin, who has gone to be with the Lord and struggled with poverty during the early days of his ministry. But later testified that any money he needed, comes so easily. Why? These men did not limit what God wanted to do with their lives to present situations. Are you sick presently and trusting God for healing? That healing will certainly come don’t limit yourself to the bed of affliction. Don’t be like the mother of Jabez who couldn’t look beyond her present situation. Out of the frustration she was going through decided to give her son a name that hindered him throughout his life until the time Jabez cried to the Lord for deliverance.

1 Chronicles 4:9-10

And Jabez was more honourable than his brethren: and his mother called his name Jabez, saying, Because I bare him with sorrow.

And Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, Oh that thou wouldest bless me indeed, and enlarge my coast, and that thine hand might be with me, and that thou wouldest keep me from evil, that it may not grieve me! And God granted him that which he requested.

If Jabez did not lift his voice to the Lord for a change of story, he would have died a man of so much sorrow. But God showed him mercy when Jabez cried to the Lord for deliverance, the Bible said the Lord heard and enlarged his coast.


Thursday, 13 January 2022

PRAYERS OF RESTORATION

 RESTORATION PRAYERS

I have something to share with you, and I covet your patience to read the entire article. In the same way that the slightest encounter with the presence of God can change your life and make a lasting impact on you that is how the slightest encounter with demons and devils can make an impact on your life too.

Some people had one encounter with a demons or spirits and their finances fell apart, their marriages scattered, their health nose-dived for the worse. As a believer, you can cast out those spirits in the name of Jesus and they will flee. But what about the impact that the demon has made?

In this article today, I will teach you how to pray restorative prayers whenever a demon or devil attacked you want what he has taken from restored.  As I have explained before:

When demons and evil spirits have been occupying a place, they cause a tremendous amount of damage to the individual. For instance, if the demon that was oppressing the believer or person caused a wrong projection to happen in the life of the believer so that he experienced disfavour and rejection in his life which made him missed several business contracts, casting that demon of oppression out of the life of the believer is good. He will no longer be oppressed. Yet what about the contracts that he has missed? Are they going just like that? This is where restoration after a demon is cast out is necessary.

The Bible tells us that in John 10:10 as follows:

The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.

So they cause destruction. If they have caused destruction, can we ask for restoration? Yes, we can through the word of God Joel 2:25 “And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten, the cankerworm, and the caterpiller, and the palmerworm, my great army which I sent among you.”

We can ask for restoration for all that the demons have done. For the missed business opportunity, let there be a restoration. For the health, let there be a restoration, for the attacks on your finances, let there be a restoration, etc.

And that is what we are going to be doing right now in the name of Jesus.

Reflection

Joel 2:25

 And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten, the cankerworm, and the caterpiller, and the palmerworm, my great army which I sent among you.

Hebrews 12:29

 For our God is a consuming fire.

Prayers

Holy Father, I ask that you restore me (mention the particular area that you are suffering oppression) in the name of Jesus.

Heavenly Father, I make demands that all the years of my life that this demonic attack and affliction have eaten, let there be a restoration in the name of Jesus.

Gracious Father, all the seasons that I have missed in my life because of this demonic attack upon my life, let there be a restoration in the name of Jesus.

Holy Father, the financial struggle that this demonic attack has caused, let my finances be restored in the name of Jesus.

Heavenly Father, you are the God of Restoration. When the devil attacked the life of Job and caused him to lose everything that he had including his children, you restored to him double for all that he had suffered in the hands of the devil. I pray that you will restore to me double for all that I have experienced because of this demonic attack upon my life in the name of Jesus.

Thank You, Holy Father, because everything that I have lost as a result of this demonic attack, oppression or possession shall be restored to me in the name of Jesus.

Blessed by what you   have read, then let us hear from you.

 

Wednesday, 15 December 2021

DESTINNY HELPERS

  

Have you been found?

This is a long question that you should ask yourself? Or you are still thinking that you can do it on your own without needing the helping hands of the helpers.

Before jumping into the business that necessitated this blog post, I want to tender an apology for not being able to make regular post like I use  to. Our date that we send out posts is Thursday. The devil came strongly both against my health and my writing ministry. But the Lord has helped and will continue to keep me. As the Lord leads you, keep us in your prayers.

Back again to what I was saying, have you been found?  The life that God has given you to live and the great destiny that he has entrusted into your hands can never be fulfilled unless you have destiny helpers. I know that you are gifted which is Good. I know that you are anointed which is also excellent. I know that you’re talented, O praise God for your talent. Yet unless you find people that the Lord has placed in different phases of your life to help you, your destiny can never be fulfilled. Behind every fulfilled destiny, there is a strong destiny helper that stood and ensured that what was entrusted into the hands of the believer is accomplished.

Show me any believer who has despised the ministry of destiny helpers, and I will tell you with pin-point scriptural accuracy that he is a believer that will not or may never fulfil his destiny in life.

The first place to begin when you discovered the purpose that God has sent you to fulfil in life is to ask God to send your destiny helpers into your life.

I will show you both scriptural and physical examples of how men and women were able to fulfil their destiny in God through the agency of destiny helpers.

How can Jesus take the cross without the help of Simon the Cyrene, when the cross became too heavy for Jesus to bear as a result of the beating that he was subjected to? (Matthew 27:32)

How can he be prepared for burial without the anointing oil of Mary Magdalene who broke her very precious bottle of alabaster box of oil on his head and body (Mark 14:3-6)?  Tell me how could Jesus have been able to fulfil the mandate on his life without the help of Anna and Simon who prayed for him and prophesied his great destiny into fulfilment?

 Physically, in the ministry of Kenneth E. Hagin, there was a woman called Mother Howard who could pray down anything and she was a praying mother. She interceded for him to fulfil his destiny.

Friends, I ask you once more? Have you been found?

Did your path and that of your destiny helper(s) cross? It’s funny how that in our present generation, we have reduced the work of destiny helpers to money alone. Your destiny helper may not give you money, except if the person is a financial destiny helper. If he is, then that is good. But the work of a destiny helper is not only for money alone. It could range in many areas of your life.

What should your prayer be? Lord send my destiny helper to my life now.

 

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Thursday, 23 June 2016

NNEMEKA'S DIARY, HE NOW HAS A NEW JOB.

Nnemeka wrote a gain in his diary,  "I will soon realized the meanness of a city like Abuja."   Besides chasing him from his king size  mattress,  the Cockroaches have agreed on one hot evening that  he will be starved.  Nnemeka had just returned from work that day and his mind was meditating constantly on the plait of Jollof rice  and chicken  which he had stocked on the table.  He turned on the lash of his door  and dusted his his feet on the  footmat of his door to stop the little pieces of fine Abuja dust who have sworn to follow Nnemeka to his apartment at Maitama.  At least he could afford to rent  one now.  After trekking round the city of Abuja,  entering office by office and mounting on elevators which at some mistaken times, took him to some other floors which he never intended to go.  Being a new babe in the use of elevators, he had struggled with going to unintended floors until he had started to get it right and met  with the God of fate and his misery changed.  Even the the hill of his shoes,  by  slanting position which it had compulsorily made  him to stand in an unbalanced manner,  bare great evidentiary fact that he has trekked round Abuja.  The usual song "we are not employing here" seemed to have lost its relevance as though they were tunes sang in the mouths of great musicians of the 60's. Oh, how  present comfort seems to wipe away the tears of sorrows as if they never occurred! Nnemeka thought with tranquility overshadowing his will.  The days came by rolling like folded bundles of seas pushed about by ocean waves.

Nnemeka remembered with accuracy like the day light sun how one day he  entered into the office of the Auditor-General of the Federation of Nigeria  at the Central Business District Abuja and after filling all the beureucactic logs of hard cover note book painted with green white, green,  he stood before the secretary  who looked at his eyes with contemptuous eyesball.  Nnemeka's wash and  wear shirt which has long been discarded into the standing wastebin arrayed on the streets of Maitama  could hardly bear  the chemical pressure of daily soup leather and omo.  The shirt had started to express its displeasure facially through its fading colour.  Still,  he had to manage the resources which the society even after bagging a degree in accountantcy could afford to be generous enough to give him.  This social injustice has revealed itself on Nnemeka's outfit itself. The bank of social stratification and justice had  ran dry.  And all cheques signed couldn't be cashed and  have been returned as being stalled.  The secretary still looking at him after Nnemeka had graced the steel chair,  ordered him into the office of the Auditor-General after  he had broken down every fabric of her resilience and insistence that  he state the purpose of his visit. When he stepped into his office,  cool air of air conditioners and air freshner impatiently flew into his nostrils.  Nnemeka sat down in the office of  his host praying silently within the realms of  his heart.   He began by telling the Auditor-General the   entire tale of his  story how Abuja had dried his finances.  Nnemeka did that inorder to  draw favour from the  man in his  position as the Auditor-General of the Federation.  But he listened intently,  causing the line of people waiting to see him nurture in patience for a little time.  When he  rounded up his story,  the Auditor-General  said there is absolutely nothing he could do.  The federal Government had not began fetching new work force into the federal   parastatals.  And his job will  flame on the burner  of dismissal if he takes any action without the permission of the powers that be.  When Nnemeka's gaze met his host again, they were parting. He made for the Elevator  and thanked the secretary who even after determining the purpose of his visit,  still felt satisfied to paste on him one more look of contempt.

The Elevator sprang up before going down in the customary manner which he had become accustomed to.  As Nnemeka stepped  on the first large sandy earth washed and sieved  by the early August rains,  the  secretary's voice rushed into his ears.  "Oga is calling you."  "Me?"  Nnemeka asked with the hunger of reassurance.   They climbed unto the elevator as the secretary piling the atmosphere with silence  faced her front not saying a word.  When the elevator stopped,  she told Nnemeka,  "You may go inside. Oga  is waiting for you."  Inside, he dropped his Curriculum Vitae on the desk of the Auditor-General and after feasting on the bunge of words typed in  Times New Romans,  he assured him,  "with this you will get a job soon." The following months came with inventiveness and proper shelf of stories on how the  Auditor-General will call him.  Nnemeka thought in his  heart how he will seat in one of the offices for a test or an interview. He created questions and answered them.  "May i know you? Where do you see yourselves five years from now? And to the final question how much do we pay you? Each time he set his thoughts  on these pre-interview  questions, a veil of comfort sat on his face.  Soon these desires and happiness washed away like a mist is dealt the heavy  blow of  early  morning sunrise.

Months grew and soon two years had passed yet the raging silence  from the Auditor-General's office continued  unrestrained.  However,  Nnemeka met a friend of  his,  a class mate at the young but prestigious Benue State University and there,  after following some links of people, he was employed at NNPC. His course mate  who served as a bridge for this employment ; during the days of their learning was a person who in his list of things,  studies was the last.  He played with his books and the days of test and exams were shared with football matches,  for he was a chelsea fan.  But today,  he is employed.  Nigeria died in the 70's and 80's when merit was valued over connection. Nnemeka was still happy that the system has for once looked upon him with a hand of kindness. With benefits alone,  Nnemeka rented the nice apartment that was within the powers of  the gilded in Abuja to touch.   The sufferings he  experienced though fresh like green algae clinging to a semi-wet wall,  had been beaten and defeated by the new life of luxury and comfort that had besieged him.  Nnemeka was still standing at the door when the thought loosed its grip on him.  The door gave way to pressuring zig-zag edges of the  key and there it opened.  He  dusted his feet and threw his shuttle bag unto the waiting bed.  The bag bounced twice and humbled itself on the bed.  He never gave a little kindness to the HP nozzled in the bag.  Again,  his  Jollof rice,  the food in which many Nigerians will throw a punch to have it stayed served on the table.  Nnemeka walked with a hungry agility and lifted up the lid of his China plate wherein he had secured the Jollof rice on  a waiting  line.  Nnemeka's colleague,  a female, Margaret often sparing was charitable enough to wash hin with praise for the  first time.  That a good man who improves in his cooking Jollof rice like he did  will soon secure a job as the  head of chefs in Transcorp Hilton Hotel.   Nnemeka adopted her praise with a mixture of two things — a bitter  and sweet admiration.  After that interlude of  thought had passed,  he opened the China and two giant cockroaches raced in two different directions like the parting of the Red Sea in the Holy Scriptures. Anger held Nnemeka's feet glued to the floor of his Maitama apartment.  One of the cockroaches took cover under the banner of  his wreathe of flower vase.  The other,  a little more wiser preferred the cravics of the kitchen door. Nnemeka looked in different  directions drawing inspiration to what he would do to these little beasts.  A thought enveloped him as he  remembered how mama Titi  his neighbour used to kill cockroaches, she would smack them with a strange force until the white or milky colour of the poor cockroaches scattered on her palm as the insect became more flattened like a  Ballon whose tenure of airfulness ends in a sad tale.  She would rob her two hands together and  straight to the sink.  She would wash them off.  "This is how you handle cockroaches she would often  declare."


But for Nnemeka  on that weak day,  he lacked the ounce of energy to carry out such a grumsome  attack.  Before Nnemeka went to the broom laying densely upwards, he  folded his suit into a twig.  He thought against it and went to the broom,  took it and  charged at the one  behind his vase.   Liquid scattered in  a wreathed flare around  the cockroach. A strange smell of  liquid,  irritating as it was at the moment rushed to his neck and  hurriedly made the long journey down through the walls of his osophagus.  He closed his eyes. As he took the broom  charging on  the other wiser cockroach clinging firmly to the  hairy cravics of the wood  of the kitchen door,  the insect flew and found a vent of escape through the punctured route  of the new mosquitoe  net which the Carpenter could not finish fixing because the heavens vomited heavy rains the previous day in Abuja.  He  looked plaintively at the face of the sad Jollof rice  and he saw that one of the cockroaches had cemented a little part of its wing to announce attendance that they were really on the food.  He thought again on the effort he had invested in cooking his Jollof rice  whose niceties earned him a medallion of praise.  Nnemka cast a heavy glare on his bread that he had hardly touched and saw that the cockroaches left bandages of their feathers and  nibbles for a record of their  appearance too there.  He thought  of what he should do as the hunger narrowing on the walls of his  intestines continued digging a  massive  hole.  Of all things living or non living,  Nnemka could thank God  for the beast of the field but for the cockroaches  he often withhold his appreciation. He thought of going across the adjacent street to catch a taxi to Shoprite.  Nnemeka  saw how badly he needed  a car  that would have made his movement easy.  That day after returning with a sealed food from Shoprite he  decided that he would purchase a car.  As the darkness gathers thickness,  he wrote in his diary  the words highlighted this time in green.  I hate you with a good phobia, but I must find a  away of killing you.   He underlined the angry words.  When the inpatient  morning arrived,  he beautified his toilet  window with a gigantic atomic weapon— Mobil insects and Cockroach killer.  

NNEMEKA'S DIARY, HE NOW HAS A NEW JOB.

Nnemeka wrote a gain in his diary,  "I will soon realized the meanness of a city like Abuja."   Besides chasing him from his king size  mattress,  the Cockroaches have agreed on one hot evening that  he will be starved.  Nnemeka had just returned from work that day and his mind was meditating constantly on the plate of Jollof rice  and chicken  which he had stocked on the table.  He turned on the lash of his door  and dusted his his feet on the  footmat of his door to stop the little pieces of fine Abuja dust who have sworn to follow Nnemeka to his apartment at Maitama.  At least he could afford to rent  one now.  After trekking round the city of Abuja,  entering office by office and mounting on elevators which at some mistaken times, took him to some other floors which he never intended to go.  Being a new babe in the use of elevators, he had struggled with going to unintended floors until he had started to get it right and met  with the God of fate and his misery changed.  Even the the hill of his shoes,  by  slanting position which it had compulsorily made  him to stand in an unbalanced manner,  bare great evidentiary fact that he has trekked round Abuja.  The usual song "we are not employing here" seemed to have lost its relevance as though they were tunes sang in the mouths of great musicians of the 60's. Oh, how  present comfort seems to wipe away the tears of sorrows as if they never occurred! Nnemeka thought with tranquility overshadowing his will.  The days came by rolling like folded bundles of seas pushed about by ocean waves.

Nnemeka remembered with accuracy like the day light sun how one day he  entered into the office of the Auditor-General of the Federation of Nigeria  at the Central Business District Abuja and after filling all the beureucactic logs of hard cover note book painted with green white, green,  he stood before the secretary  who looked at his eyes with contemptuous eyesball.  Nnemeka's wash and  wear shirt which has long been discarded into the standing wastebin arrayed on the streets of Maitama  could hardly bear  the chemical pressure of daily soup leather and omo.  The shirt had started to express its displeasure facially through its fading colour.  Still,  he had to manage the resources which the society even after bagging a degree in accountantcy could afford to be generous enough to give him.  This social injustice has revealed itself on Nnemeka's outfit itself. The bank of social stratification and justice had  ran dry.  And all cheques signed couldn't be cashed and  have been returned as being stalled.  The secretary still looking at him after Nnemeka had graced the steel chair,  ordered him into the office of the Auditor-General after  he had broken down every fabric of her resilience and insistence that  he state the purpose of his visit. When he stepped into his office,  cool air of air conditioners and air freshner impatiently flew into his nostrils.  Nnemeka sat down in the office of  his host praying silently within the realms of  his heart.   He began by telling the Auditor-General the   entire tale of his  story how Abuja had dried his finances.  Nnemeka did that inorder to  draw favour from the  man in his  position as the Auditor-General of the Federation.  But he listened intently,  causing the line of people waiting to see him nurture in patience for a little time.  When he  rounded up his story,  the Auditor-General  said there is absolutely nothing he could do.  The federal Government had not began fetching new work force into the federal   parastatals.  And his job will  flame on the burner  of dismissal if he takes any action without the permission of the powers that be.  When Nnemeka's gaze met his host again, they were parting. He made for the Elevator  and thanked the secretary who even after determining the purpose of his visit,  still felt satisfied to paste on him one more look of contempt.

The Elevator sprang up before going down in the customary manner which he had become accustomed to.  As Nnemeka stepped  on the first large sandy earth washed and sieved  by the early August rains,  the  secretary's voice rushed into his ears.  "Oga is calling you."  "Me?"  Nnemeka asked with the hunger of reassurance.   They climbed unto the elevator as the secretary piling the atmosphere with silence  faced her front not saying a word.  When the elevator stopped,  she told Nnemeka,  "You may go inside. Oga  is waiting for you."  Inside, he dropped his Curriculum Vitae on the desk of the Auditor-General and after feasting on the bunge of words typed in  Times New Romans,  he assured him,  "with this you will get a job soon." The following months came with inventiveness and proper shelf of stories on how the  Auditor-General will call him.  Nnemeka thought in his  heart how he will seat in one of the offices for a test or an interview. He created questions and answered them.  "May i know you? Where do you see yourselves five years from now? And to the final question how much do we pay you? Each time he set his thoughts  on these pre-interview  questions, a veil of comfort sat on his face.  Soon these desires and happiness washed away like a mist is dealt the heavy  blow of  early  morning sunrise.

Months grew and soon two years had passed yet the raging silence  from the Auditor-General's office continued  unrestrained.  However,  Nnemeka met a friend of  his,  a class mate at the young but prestigious Benue State University and there,  after following some links of people, he was employed at NNPC. His course mate  who served as a bridge for this employment ; during the days of their learning was a person who in his list of things,  studies was the last.  He played with his books and the days of test and exams were shared with football matches,  for he was a chelsea fan.  But today,  he is employed.  Nigeria died in the 70's and 80's when merit was valued over connection. Nnemeka was still happy that the system has for once looked upon him with a hand of kindness. With benefits alone,  Nnemeka rented the nice apartment that was within the powers of  the gilded in Abuja to touch.   The sufferings he  experienced though fresh like green algae clinging to a semi-wet wall,  had been beaten and defeated by the new life of luxury and comfort that had besieged him.  Nnemeka was still standing at the door when the thought loosed its grip on him.  The door gave way to pressuring zig-zag edges of the  key and there it opened.  He  dusted his feet and threw his shuttle bag unto the waiting bed.  The bag bounced twice and humbled itself on the bed.  He never gave a little kindness to the HP nozzled in the bag.  Again,  his  Jollof rice,  the food in which many Nigerians will throw a punch to have it stayed served on the table.  Nnemeka walked with a hungry agility and lifted up the lid of his China plate wherein he had secured the Jollof rice on  a waiting  line.  Nnemeka's colleague,  a female, Margaret often sparing was charitable enough to wash hin with praise for the  first time.  That a good man who improves in his cooking Jollof rice like he did  will soon secure a job as the  head of chefs in Transcorp Hilton Hotel.   Nnemeka adopted her praise with a mixture of two things — a bitter  and sweet admiration.  After that interlude of  thought had passed,  he opened the China and two giant cockroaches raced in two different directions like the parting of the Red Sea in the Holy Scriptures. Anger held Nnemeka's feet glued to the floor of his Maitama apartment.  One of the cockroaches took cover under the banner of  his wreathe of flower vase.  The other,  a little more wiser preferred the cravics of the kitchen door. Nnemeka looked in different  directions drawing inspiration to what he would do to these little beasts.  A thought enveloped him as he  remembered how mama Titi  his neighbour used to kill cockroaches, she would smack them with a strange force until the white or milky colour of the poor cockroaches scattered on her palm as the insect became more flattened like a  Ballon whose tenure of airfulness ends in a sad tale.  She would rob her two hands together and  straight to the sink.  She would wash them off.  "This is how you handle cockroaches she would often  declare."


But for Nnemeka  on that weak day,  he lacked the ounce of energy to carry out such a grumsome  attack.  Before Nnemeka went to the broom laying densely upwards, he  folded his suit into a twig.  He thought against it and went to the broom,  took it and  charged at the one  behind his vase.   Liquid scattered in  a wreathed flare around  the cockroach. A strange smell of  liquid,  irritating as it was at the moment rushed to his neck and  hurriedly made the long journey down through the walls of his osophagus.  He closed his eyes. As he took the broom  charging on  the other wiser cockroach clinging firmly to the  hairy cravics of the wood  of the kitchen door,  the insect flew and found a vent of escape through the punctured route  of the new mosquitoe  net which the Carpenter could not finish fixing because the heavens vomited heavy rains the previous day in Abuja.  He  looked plaintively at the face of the sad Jollof rice  and he saw that one of the cockroaches had cemented a little part of its wing to announce attendance that they were really on the food.  He thought again on the effort he had invested in cooking his Jollof rice  whose niceties earned him a medallion of praise.  Nnemka cast a heavy glare on his bread that he had hardly touched and saw that the cockroaches left bandages of their feathers and  nibbles for a record of their  appearance too there.  He thought  of what he should do as the hunger narrowing on the walls of his  intestines continued digging a  massive  hole.  Of all things living or non living,  Nnemka could thank God  for the beast of the field but for the cockroaches  he often withhold his appreciation. He thought of going across the adjacent street to catch a taxi to Shoprite.  Nnemeka  saw how badly he needed  a car  that would have made his movement easy.  That day after returning with a sealed food from Shoprite he  decided that he would purchase a car.  As the darkness gathers thickness,  he wrote in his diary  the words highlighted this time in green.  I hate you with a good phobia, but I must find a  away of killing you.   He underlined the angry words.  When the inpatient  morning arrived,  he beautified his toilet  window with a gigantic atomic weapon— Mobil insects and Cockroach killer.  

Saturday, 30 April 2016

MORNING MESS


I
t was an early morning madness when an oversized truck and a Honda Civic car jammed into the face of one another on the Galadima High Way.  The Honda car had decreased into a small mass steel.  A man who was vomited when the window of the Honda Civic disintegrated into unidentified pieces of shattered glasses lay on the floor inert. The sirens of the Gwarimpa Emergency rescue harassed the air with a prolonged blare.  Outside, as the men robed in yellow over black trousers began tearing the congealed steel cage that the car had become to free those imprisoned in it, the crowd had gathered, watching what is too strong for the feeble eyes to see. Blood from the Honda car sieved from the back seat unto the waiting dry tar.  Some shook their heads, when the injured were being evacuated.  But others stood and fed the eyes of their phone cameras with clicks of few selfie food. 
A large traffic had started to grip the second lane of the road. A very overweight woman hooked by the stream of morning traffic unzipped her bag and brought out an Iphone 6. With many snaps, she ministered to the gallery of her camera when the sound of – ka-chaka, ka-chaka, ka-chaka amazed the air. The back tyre of her car driven by her chauffer detained in the raging traffic had overtly depressed looks, and the entire back of the car where the woman sat had sunk. May be the back tyre will protest in explosion before they get to Berger.
Two drivers, beaten by the anger of the traffic decided to vent their accumulated displeasure of the morning mess. All the men, looking gilded in porch cars whose status should have cautioned them to exercise little restrain over the muscles of their annoyance.  The man in white caftan banged the bonnet of the other man.
“Move this thing from the road.” He shouted.
The other stirred disdainfully at him and hissed.  He directed his gaze to the queue of cars charmed by the power of Abuja morning traffic. The man came again, knocking harshly on the glass window. 
“Open this door. This road is not your father’s parlour.”
He opened the door, went to the man in caftan and snap a lighting slap on his face. The other replied back two more times than the first. It was not long before the two men embraced themselves like tired boxers pleading for the referee to separate them. The scene unfolded in absurdity.  Motorists parked with their engines running silently in the traffic. Doors flung opened on the road as the crowd sought to break the bound of union between the two men when they fell into a fighting embrace.
“You will know who you have slapped today.”  Shouted the man dressed in suits as the crowd separated them.
“Gbam, do your worse!  Who do you think you are?” The man in caftan replied clenching his face.  He took his phone and excused himself overlooking a concrete drain.  He spoke distinctively over the phone often his cadence rising and falling down.
“Send me some boys quick.” He said as the call ended.
The man came back. He looked violently at the other man.  A helux of soldiers firing warning shots into the confused air arrived. They had drove against the flow of traffic, their headlight fully turned on like fire service men racing to rescue a building caught on fire. They hopped out of the helux and hurried to where their captain made the distress call.  Without allowing the man time to explain the fight,  one of the soldiers hungry to exercise his soldierly strength sank the bottom of his gun into the face of the man who had slapped his boss. 
“Haba, Oga you don kill me!” He cried in his throat.
“Sharrap!” The other soldier with northern marks drawn across his face like the whiskers on a kitten cut in.
“You cari your dirty hand slap our captain.  Na die be your own today. "
A procession of heavy boot kicking on the poor man quickly followed until he lay almost lifeless.   A man took his camera and snapped some selfie directly behind the scene of the soldiers.

“Come here you bloody civilian!” One of the soldiers ordered. When the man approached, he took his Samsung 6 phone and smashed it on the tar. The battery, gorilla glass and phone case all raced in different directions. A soldier plunged the root of his gun directly into the chest of the man. The man fell on the tarred road. Two bodies were on the road looking drained of life.  They dragged both men and threw them into back of their helux. The smell of blood, something like fresh liquid, sieved carelessly into the nostrils of the crowd. This is Abuja traffic, where rage is turned to war, and war into anger and anger into the foolishness of selfie. Ka-chaka, ka-chaka, ka-chaka not all the time.  Danger is not the time to overfeed the stomach of your camera with selfie.