Protect Your Seed

seedHi everyone!  This is one rainy and gloomy Saturday, in my neck of the woods. But for the second weekend in a row, I get to leave the laptop for a few hours and take a break from writing or running my business. You see last weekend I went to the circus with the kids, today I’m attending a baby shower. I’m super excited cos this is personal. I’m about to have another nephew!! Yay!!.

I read something this morning and my heart itched to share. My devotion took me to the book of Mathew ,chapter 2 to be precise.  You can read it for your self but to summarize, it was about  Herod  being mad that the three wise men deceived him by not coming back to tell him of the birth of baby Jesus and where He was located. His sole aim was to get hold of the seed ( Jesus Christ) that God had given us. That seed that would reconcile us to Him.  He was dedicated to his mission that he resulted to killing  male children in the hope that one of them would be Jesus. That’s just the devil!!

So also  it was with Pharaoh and Moses, the devil did all he deemed necessary through Pharaoh, trying to stop the germination of the seed God was going to use to save His people; Moses.  There are so many other instances in the bible that this trend continues; when God is about to do a big thing, the devil will look for his helpers that will be motivated to do anything to kill it or thwart the plan. One thing is sure Gods plan will always come to pass one way or the other, it might come in another way but it will be fulfilled.

Christians have to always put on the armor of God so that we will be ready and vigilant to stand up against the devices of the devil to steal our seed.

What is your seed? A lifestyle change, a closer relationship to God, your kids, your job. Being vigilant to beat the devil at his own game is to be aware  that he can come in many forms.

Protect your seed with prayer. After all remember those that kneel to God can stand to anything.

Have a blessed day



Just Another Day- Happy Valentine’s Day

1Corinthians 13 : 13 Three things will last forever–faith, hope, and love–and the greatest of these is love

imagesCAHERYZAThe day is upon us again. You know the day we are pressured in to expressing ‘love’. Come to think of it, it really isn’t love if we got to be pressured into expressing it. I do not aim to deceive, I love romance…. not a big fan of chocolates but I love flowers, cards, soft music leading the whole nine. But then again, I don’t just want it on only one day. Who woke up and made up the Valentine’s Day the ‘love day? Note to self, read on the origin of Valentine’s Day.

At work yesterday, a co-worker appeared with a huge bouquet of 24 long stem red roses. All the way across the hall you could hear the ladies…”awwww”,“he is so sweet”, “that so beautiful.”, “oh wow”, “you are lucky” and I’m thinking all this because someone decided to buy their lady flowers on Valentine’s day. How are we sure the purpose is his ‘love’ and not some kind of apology for cheating or knocking her upside the head….LOL… it wasn’t sha but my point is that one day shouldn’t be the yardstick by which to measure the love our spouses have for us.

Love in any marriage or relationship should be that ‘mushy’ feeling we have plus a commitment of wills from both parties. The commitment of wills is true definition of love and keeps the ‘mushy’ feeling alive, if there is no commitment, the’ mushy’ feeling eventually dies. Love is not a feeling emotion that is only based off how we feel in that moment but a doing kind of love which we perform whether we feel like or not. It can only be nurtured by taking care of the seed planted in the beginning.  Making sure we pull the weeds (bad people/influences in our lives) watering the seed( being around fellow godly people that will feed into your life after all they say iron sharpens iron). When we do this, we will be celebrating Valentine’s Day every single day.

Love should not be celebrated on just one day; it should be celebrated and practiced every day, in our actions towards our spouses and others. God showed us His love by sending his son to die for us; Jesus showed his love by laying down his Life in accordance with the will of the father and the Holy Spirit shows loves by directing our paths every day. Love is a beautiful thing but lets not relegate it to just a day…..After all  Three things will last forever–faith, hope, and love–and the greatest of these is love~1 Cor 13:13

*getting off my soap box* have a wonderful Valentine’s Day.



When to say When

pope  During my drive into work this morning, I turn on the radio; you know to get my usual praise on. Suddenly the news came on…Pope Benedict has resigned this morning, effective in two weeks. I was shocked, raised Catholic, I have never, ever, ever heard this happen. I thought the person appointed to be Pope was supposed to ‘die’ in that position. Got on twitter and it was true along with a barge of jokes about it too. Hilarious I might add but I digress. I was just in awe that he had made this decision.. I know he gave his reason in a statement but mehn… that wouldn’t have been an easy decision. This has never been done in recent times; the last time it was done was some 600 years ago….


rayLast week Ray Lewis had his second Super Bowl win with the Baltimore Ravens. Some months before he told us that he was leaving the game of football. In my opinion Ray Ray story is one of redemption, thirteen years ago in Atlanta, I thought it was over for him, but he escaped going to jail and he worked on turning his career around. My point is really not about his past but his decision to call it quits when he was still at the top of his game.  That must have been a difficult decision but he did it. His nice little going away present was another ring on the way out.


What do these two men have in common? They knew when to say when…. The bible tells us There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens Ecc 3:1. I will not go into details about this verse because I believe that we all know it so well, the challenge however is to know when to hold on and when to let go. Remember that Kenny Rodgers song You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,. Know when to walk away, know when to run Sometimes in the course of our life people or things come in that God sent to perform a specific purpose then leave.. They are only supposed to be there for a season; to perform a specific task. Even your ‘haters ‘ are put in your life for a reason;  to help you move to the next place or to help you while you are in your present place. But do you know when it’s time to let go? No matter how difficult or painful it might be. Holding on to a season when it’s over can be very stunting….it stunts you emotionally, spiritually and physically. You begin to loathe it, it becomes a burden….

 Another struggle we all have is recognizing our season isn’t here yet? We try helping God do what He is supposed to do because we believe our time is now. Your time might not be his time, He might be taking you through a process to bring you to where you ought to be.


Let’s pray for a discerning spirit so we will know when to hold on and when to let go. The decision by these two men could not have been easy but maybe, just maybe they heard God telling then it was time to say “WHEN…”

Be Blessed


Stepping Stone

steppingedit“Excuse me, excuse me  coming through” I raced through the airport, the announcer had called the final boarding call for my flight. I was about to miss my flight due to all the prayers my family insisted on having which if you ask me where excessive. Missing this flight was not an option I was willing to entertain; I had to get out of this country and fast.

Oh no.I thought as I approached the escalator ; there was an out-of-order sign positioned right in front of it. Only in Murtala Mohammed airport would there be such a shiny  escalator that almost never worked. Only in ‘Naija’ and the funny thing was that no one seemed to complain, or raise an eyebrow but as usual we all adjusted to not having a working escalator at the airport. I am still proudly Nigerian but the reality is that we still got work to do!

Speaking of reality, it was my reality that the man I gave my everything to was really moving on. My mind flashed back to the day I walked into the Domino’s Pizza  in Ikoyi to pick up my mouth-watering pizza, I just happened to buy the latest  gossip magazine from the vendor standing by the door. My eyes widened when  there, plastered on the front page was Nedu; he was getting married.  My mind went back to that day a year ago  that my  world came crashing down.

I wanted to keep it a secret and sometimes wish I did, but I loved him too much not to tell him. My bible also said that whatever was done in the secret will surely come out to the light. On that fateful, beautiful evening he whipped out the ring I had been waiting on  for a while. I remember  he went on bended knees about to give what I thought would have been the most unforgettable proposal there was.  Right before he spoke, I had to open my big mouth. I told him the truth I had known all along; one of my tubes was blocked making the possibility of me having a child slim to none.

Just like that a relationship that spanned six years was gone down the drain. He suddenly was very busy at the office, then he gradually stopped picking my calls or replying my text or bbms. All the signs where there,  he had changed somehow, he was no longer my Nedu. I wasn’t going to go down like that.  Gathering up the nerve I decided to go visit him. I was confident we could talk this out, after all there were other options available.  I called and he said he wasn’t back from Abuja.  Since I had a key, I quickly packed an overnight bag and headed to his house. I was going to surprise him.  I intended to spoil him; cook clean and tidy up for him. He would get a feel of what he was missing when he arrived tomorrow afternoon.

The air was sucked out of my lungs when I arrived and his car was parked in the covered parking space. Wishing for the best while making a thousand excuses for him in just a matter of seconds, I approached the house and could hear laughter. Ringing the bell, I waited and then the door opened. The opened door brought me face to face with Toyin. “Honey who is it” questioned the voice I had become so used to hearing; Nedu.

Our eyes were glued to one another. Both expressions clearly different, hers had a hint of guilt but somewhere in there was a smirk; mine was filled with despair and shock. My worst fears were confirmed when he appeared, wearing a white T-shirt and his lounging pants. He was no longer mine. He was oozing of nervous  energy, he couldn’t be that nervous as he didn’t waste time locating Toyin’s waist. When he wrapped his arms around her waist, I felt like I was punched in the gut. My best friend and my man. How wicked could the world be? She was the one I cried to, laid out all my problems to. Too much the bear, the last thing I heard was” Amaka, wait I can explain”

That was a year ago; it was time to turn over a new leaf. I had to stop feeling sorry for myself and get busy. I had goals, dreams, and visions for my life. I was not going to pine away anymore, if God gave me a husband in the process, glory be to His name. Now on my way to the USA , I  could see new possibilities and was grateful. My godparents were gracious enough to send for me when my parents had complained about my inability to get over my heartbreak.

My dad had been a faithful driver to the Omojola’s. During those years an unlikely friendship had blossomed.  They were bonded together by the fact that both men married the love of their lives. These women were their  soul mates  and they loved them  but the unions were still  childless even after five years of marriage. After ten solid years, God blessed my parents with a child; me. Since his employers still didn’t have one of their own my parents decided to share and that how they became my godparents. They had been blessed with riches but didn’t have the one thing they wanted; children.  The Irony of life.

I got to  the gate just in time, I scurried to my seat in the plane, securing my hand luggage in the overhead compartment, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was determined not to blow it, my life may not be where I thought it should be but it is not over. U S of A, here I come.

Six Years Later……….

“Sir are you still here? I asked you to let me reschedule for you for another time” the secretary said as she came out of the office belonging to her boss.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I’m still here.  I had a 2pm appointment and I have to see  him today” Looking at his watch and taking note of the time; 430pm. He was  frustrated.  If only he could finally get to see him, it would be his big break. He has been trying for what seemed like ages to get an appointment. He finally did and now this.

A friend had referred him here; the man had relocated from America a year ago and was fast becoming a force to be reckoned with in the literary arena. If anyone could get a book sold; Dr. Igwebuike could. His wife was quickly losing patience in his inability to breakthrough as a writer; something he promised her he would do when he stopped working two years ago. They had run out of their savings and he needed a miracle.

The secretary was about to respond when her attention shifted to the door, following her direction, he saw a women trying to break up a squabble between two kids, it didn’t take him long to see they were twins.

“Welcome madam” the secretary said genuflecting even when the woman had yet to lift her head to acknowledge her.

“Thank you dear” the woman said lifting her head as she had managed to get the kids to quiet down.  With each kid on her side she approached.

They made eye contact; he stood up and walked towards her

“Amaka?” he said in shock

“Nedu?” She said equally shocked.

“What are you doing here?” He asked

“This is my husband’s office” she answered, just then the door behind them opened and   a man who had a close resemblance to the American actor Boris Kodjoe , standing  at about six-foot four walked through. He was dressed in a well starched native attire and before Nedu knew it, the kids flew out of Amaka’s hands and ran to him shouting “Daaaaaaaddy”. He picked them up and twirled them around. As he approached, Nedu was blinded by the glow of love between both of them. He planted a wet kiss on her lips as if no one else was in the room. Releasing her he said  “Hey honey ready to go?”

“Oh I’m sorry Mr. Okam” the man said turning to him. “I was tied up that’s why I told my secretary to give you another appointment.” he explained

“Please make another appointment and we will see what we can do” the man said. With one child one each arm, and his wife’s arm around his waist, Dr. Igwbuike turned around and left. When they got to the elevator Nnamdi looked down at his wife with all the love in his heart, she was his heartbeat and he knew without a doubt he was hers. Then he asked “Honey, you two know each other?”

“Yeah babes, he was one of stepping-stones that brought me  closer to you” she smiled as the elevator opened

“Failure/disappointment is another stepping stone to greatness”

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(c) 2013 Unoma Nwankwor

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