The second I opened my eyes a few hours ago these were the first words I heard in my spirit; "the steadfast love of The Lord never ceases". Isn't is amazing to wake up with such a reassurance?
Good morning my people!
I remember this day two years ago, the 15th of November 2012, at this exact moment I was in Port Harcourt, it was the day of Osayi's wedding and it wasn't the easiest of mornings. To begin with, Rivers state declared no movement from 8am (Carnival things I think) and the Church service was for 11am or so, so we didn't know how we were going to sort that out. Osayi's friends came into town for the wedding, a lot of them, and they all stayed at the house so it was obviously her duty to have them transported to the church, her husband sent some cars to pick them up, the cars came to the house and for reasons we still haven't figured out, they all left, empty. So there was a curfew, everyone was trying to rush into their homes, there was mad traffic everywhere, there were no cars to use, there were no taxis.... It wasn't the best of mornings.
Somehow people were transported to the church. The car that was meant to bring Osayi and I to the church was one of the cars that left (imagine that. They left without the bride!!!), and so we were stuck in the house. The makeup that I'd tried to put on Osayi's face had been washed away by her tears, she was frustrated, unhappy and pregnant too. There was no means of getting to church, we decided on taking a taxi (On her wedding day...) but after an hour or so and no taxi, we gave up. Then her uncle said there was an old car in the garage and that's the only way we could get to church. They brought out the tu-ke tu-ke moto (that was a moto not a car) and handed over the keys. We looked in and the car was manual. Nobody knew how to drive a manual car. Nobody save for the bride, Osayi.
So stressed, frustrated, irritable, tired and distressed, she hiked up her wedding dress, forced her swollen body into the front seat and drove herself to church with me sitting behind her.
It was only when we got to the church that Maimuna Abubakr (at this point I have to shout out to those friends we made in secondary school. If you've got no old friends I feel bad for you son, they're the ones that come through for you ooooooo!) calmed her down and forced her to sit still enough for me to plaster some foundation and red lipstick on her face. Never underestimate the power of red lipstick, it was what saved the day!
It's exactly two years today and that's all been forgotten, it's the moments after that really matter. And on this second anniversary of my bestie's wedding I thank God for life, love, her home (she's almost due, with her second baby), her husband, and every blessing there has been!
So... Back to us TTB readers, how went the weekend? What was good? What wasn't? Any better? Any gist?
My weekend was awesome, FNLP came over on Saturday, we had a quite elaborate day planned but ended up spending most of it in traffic. My friend Boggy is in Lagos campus so I picked her from law school to spend the weekend at my place, and I'm glad I did. She's older than I am by some years and yesterday the wisdom that sometimes comes with age is what she imparted me with. She gave me some words that really really really made sense. I'm guided.
And also while driving along phase 1 yesterday I heard someone screaming my name, I looked up to see Chocolate frantically waving to me from her car. My heart immediately soared and I terribly wanted to leap from my steering and give her a hug. Mama Soso it's only a good person that could have that effect on someone else. You're a good person Chocolate and I do love you! *Kisses*
Have a blessed day guys! Kene Francis you've been in my prayers for some days now. Please mail me, I think we should start praying together. Your smiles have got to reach your eyes before the year ends.
Good morning TTB readers, God bless us all!