No, Satan, this lie won’t hold!

I am a sheep in my shepherd’s fold
And It’s His love that makes me bold
Summer, Winter, Hot or Cold
Nothing can snatch me from his hold

No, Satan, this lie won’t hold!

To wander, yes, i know i’m prone
But you can’t claim me for your own
His blood shed cost much more than gold
The depth of his love is yet untold

No, Satan, this lie won’t hold!

I won’t conform to this world’s mold
Or live life like I’m all alone
My shepherd’s near, wherever i go
Baa, baa, your old lies still won’t hold

No, Satan, your lies won’t hold

I won’t repeat them, ancient foe
Its an old trick, I’m reliably told
Whatever i let from my mouth flow
Will go to my future, and will show

That’s why, Satan, this lie won’t hold
My Master’s word is what I’ll hold
Summer or winter, hot or cold
His Word is enough, and it makes me WHOLE.

©Chukwudi Adepoju, 28 March 2014.

10 Life Lessons for your 30s. By Mark Manson.

10 Life Lessons to Excel in Your 30s

10 Life Lessons to Excel in Your 30, by Mark Manson.

A couple weeks ago I turned 30. Leading up to my birthday I wrote a post on what I learned in my 20s.

But I did something else. I sent an email out to my subscribers (subscribe here) and asked readers age 37 and older what advice they would give their 30-year-old selves. The idea was that I would crowdsource the life experience from my older readership and create another article based on their collective wisdom.

The result was spectacular. I received over 600 responses, many of which were over a page in length. It took me a solid three days to read through them all and I was floored by the quality of insight people sent.

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To My Dear Pastor

My Dear Pastor,


“When in the course of human events…”


It is now quite obvious that apart from those dark days of the Nigerian Civil War (1967 – 1970), Nigeria has never been in as bad a situation as the one in which we find her today.


Every single day, on many fronts, we see a daily annihilation and unbelievable decimation of not only the people of Nigeria but also the dreams of Nigerians.


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“I knew Abram at 70!”


I knabraham 2ew Abram at 70
And he was going nowhere;
With his wife, oh so pretty
But they had no heir;

His neighbor i was, back then in Ur
With his dad and brother, the small Nahor
My son played often, with orphan – Lot
The nephew. The one that later got lost

When they suddenly packed up, bought tickets and left,
Some really weird rumors were all that we heard
“Abram’s hearing voices!” some people said
“No, Nahor’s twelve sons’re making them scared”

I hear he heard voices, right till he died
Well stricken in age, but oh, so so blessed
And the heir still came, bringing real laughter
I should have followed them, into God’s Chapter.

© Chukwudi Adepoju. 13 March 2014.

Your enemy is in form!

I recently started following the English Premier League, and I have found that it is truly amazing to feel the passion of it all if you let yourself get sucked in to the contagious atmosphere, watching out for upcoming matches, Summer transfers, checking up on your team’s performance on the League Table, and being interested in so many other things you never thought you would ever be interested in.

If you knew me growing up, you would understand why this is such a new experience.

Growing up, there was absolutely no football passion in our home. If my brother ever played any football, I did not know it. In his teenage years, he was more interested in the martial arts. My Dad, the only other male in the house, did not reminisce about playing football in his youth. He occasionally talked about his cousin, my Uncle ‘Deremi that was the goalkeeper for Osogbo Grammar School in the late 50s, and that was it. I realize now that myopia in his eyes must have made him a poor choice for football in his high school days.

On the other hand, I was rather chubby in my primary school days. Scratch that. I am still rather chubby. And running for 90 minutes around a football I would never see till it hit me was not much fun at all. With all the sweating, and the panting, and the turning around on one spot to find a good target to pass to, it became obvious very quickly that if you need to win that match of 5-a-side, you better pick someone that sees much better than Aanu. I did not miss the panting.

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Words Are All I Have!

The storms are all I see around
The master’s in but sleeping sound
Our rowing skills are of no help
And I see, words are all I have

How I hate a watery grave
But I’m helpless in this stormy place
Tempestuous sea, where there’s no land
In despair, and yet, words are all I have

With words, I’ve shouted at the crew
With more words, I’ve cursed at the devil
Finally I run to wake the Lord
And He knows, words are all I have

“Peace, be still” were his own words
And they went forth, two-edged swords
He shocked me, calmed me, and made me see
That faith-words indeed, are all I need.

© Chukwudi Adepoju. 23rd August 2013.

gardener. MENTOR. friend. 2

equal strength

The 19th Century American Philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson was so right when he wrote in that famous essay of his – “Self Reliance”, that “Envy is ignorance, imitation is suicide”.

Why in the world would the Mango tree envy the hibiscus flower? Or the palm-tree envy the Iroko? It does not really make much sense, you know?  It is sheer ignorance of its potentials that makes a palm tree complain about not having flowers. That was what Emerson meant by “Envy is Ignorance”, and Imitation? Suicide. You kill the potential of the orange seedling if you want it to imitate the flower in the corner of your office. It may not be immediately obvious, and it may never be. But something dies in the species that imitates another of a different kind.  Continue reading

“Is that your FINAL answer?”

final answer 1“Who Wants To Be A Millionaire” is a TV Game Show that has found its way into our global pop culture. In more than 80 countries, it runs on hundreds of TV stations, weekly. In fact, it was made even more popular by the hugely successful low-budget movie “Slumdog Millionaire”, starring Dev Patel. This article is not really about the show, or the movie, but please stay with me here.

In case you just came to this planet, let me explain how the game show runs. The prize money differs in the countries where it presently runs, but the mode is about the same. There is some prize money to be won by contestants, who will be asked several general questions, fifteen in number. You win some money for every question you answer correctly. The prize money grows with each successful question you answer. In Nigeria, your prize increases from about N20,000, all the way to N10million.

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Iroko, Obi and Their Shameful Dance. by Kehinde Ojo @kennygizle

It came as a rude shock that the same Dr. Olusegun Mimiko and Mr. Peter Obi, the Executive Governors of Ondo State and Anambra State respectively, were counted among the proponents of the loser’s faction of the Nigeria Governors Forum.

You will recall that OluSegun Mimiko was the Secretary to the State Government (SGF) of Ondo State under the Administration of Olusegun Agagu. He was later nominated to the ministerial cabinet of President Olusegun Obasanjo and he became the Minister of Housing, Urban and Regional Planning. Leading to the 2007 general elections however, Mimiko who is popularly referred to as “Iroko”, decided to contest for the governorship of Ondo State against his principal and benefactor, the incumbent Olusegun Agagu. He was however persuaded first, and then pressured by President Olusegun Obasanjo to rescind the decision. One will easily recall the statement by the former President at a rally for Agagu in Akure that he (Mimiko) was corrupt and EFCC would soon go after him Continue reading