The Call of Fatherhood


Daddy, Daddy, you know how much I love you…

I remember so clearly the lyrics of this song we sang several years ago in Federal Government College, Nise.

It’s not easy to be a Dad, especially when you were raised by a man who was never really there for you or who maybe didn’t live up to the expectations of a Father.

You see, fatherhood can never be passive, fatherhood is planned and intentional. As a Dad, you’ve got to have a vision for your children. What type of child do you want to raise? And no, the job is not for Mommas alone.

When a child is raised without an objective, the child will grow anyhow, without an objective too. So you see the children of successful men who seem to not to have a direction in life.

My call to all Fathers today is to take a moment and think (if you’ve not done so already). Who are you raising? A bold, God fearing, well mannered, smart child who is respectful, responsible and focused? If this is what you want, then there are specific things you have to do for your child to turn out that way and trust me, it’s not just about making the money available or uploading pictures on social media, LOL.

Please do not take the easy way out of not getting involved in your children’s lives. God is counting on you, to teach your children about him. Also, not every woman is strong willed enough to raise children properly on her own. Your decision  may just boomerang in your face several years later.

Today, I salute every Dad and Father figure who is giving or has given so much to help raise the children right.

Happy Father’s Day to you all.

God bless you.


Still in Love…

I miss the early morning shuttle from Ajao Estate to Ikeja through the International Airport Road, past the Toll Gate and all the way to the Local Airports.


In those days, I always got to work refreshed, and full of excitement and it took sometime to figure out why. Early in the mornings, up until 7am, the air in that area was usually very sweet, so driving through with your windows down, the sweet gentle early morning breeze would caress not just your face but your soul. Lol.

I would usually sit by the window in a taxi or bus and just stare at the scenery for the few minutes the bus would speed past that route. I enjoyed the bit of greenery between the Toll Gate and the Air Force Base and I’m glad it’s still there.

Recently, I had to pass by that route and it was about 9am but the air of sweetness was still there and that alone helped me relax. Therapeutic, I would call it.

I’m really grateful for the beauty of nature, I always get lost in love watching the golden Sunset or the beautiful early morning Sunrise. I love to pass through greenery especially just after the rain or early morning dew.

I could go on and on but I’m sure you get the gist. I’m totally lost in the love of God who took time to make the World so beautiful.
I totally agree with the Bible, only a fool can see all these and still say in his heart that there is no God.


Lovely Tips from Kim




Here are five wisdom tips for women that I have gleaned from life and that I thought I’d share today.


“Be wary of comparing yourself with other women. There will always be someone more attractive, competent, fluent, poised, articulate, intelligent, qualified, fit, influential, funny, talented, anointed, popular, shapely or financially enabled than you. That’s okay. The blend of attributes God gave you is intricate to His divine purpose for you so instead of falling into the comparison trap, appreciate, embrace and maximize what you have and ask God to help you to shine in your own unique way to His honor and glory.”



“Be warm, loving, and open, share your heart, develop relationships, bond with others, but remember that God reserves the seat of the throne of your heart for Him and Him alone. Never allow anyone…

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An Nsala Soup Story

Nsala Soup


Kwraa, Kwraa, Kwraa… went the sound of the knife as it cut through the Uziza leaves. The pot of Nsala soup went putu, putu, putu as it boiled on the Cooker. I dropped the knife, stirred the soup, dropped a little in the palm of my hand and tasted it for the upteempth time. I felt a bit unsure of the taste.

At that instant, my mind flashed back to one time in the University when I was really uncertain about something. We had travelled all the way from Enugu to Owerri to attend the Zonal Easter Conference of the Nigeria Fellowship of Evangelical Students.

It must have been that evening or maybe the next, the guest speaker (I can’t remember his name but he was huge, fair in complexion with full hair) said that God would be releasing the gift of prophecy to many people in the congregation that night. Silently, I wondered if I’d be amongst them.

We then began to pray and sing to the Lord and then I felt this tightening in my stomach, it was as though I had drank a bowl of cement mixture and on landing in my tummy, it solidified. Next, I felt my body vibrating internally as the power of the HolyGhost moved me. This was a much more gentle vibration, not like when someone is shocked by electric currents or struck by a thunderbolt.

Then, I felt like something was rising from my heart, through my throat and then out of mouth, like I just had to say something. OMG! I thought, what was happening here? I felt really unsure about what I was supposed to say.

Anyway, I heard my voice praying really loud, in a language that was not English, Igbo, French or other languages that I imagined I could speak. I was praying in tongues and then … the words came rolling out in English. I was prophesying… Wow!

I spoke so hesistantly, afraid of saying what the Lord did not say… ‘thus says the Lord’… I really can’t recall the other things I said. After that awesome experience, I would go on to prophesy during prayer meetings but I was usually unsure of myself when I started out.

As I grew in faith and in the understanding of God’s word, I became more certain that I would say the right things based on God’s Word and the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, so I spoke with so much ease and it just kept getting better.

I stirred the soup again, dropped a little in my hand and licked it up. The taste of the Uziza leaves did make a difference afterall. I was still a bit unsure though as I served it and I simply told my hubby ‘this is the worst Nsala soup I’ve made in a while.’

What a huge relief it was when he ate it and said it tasted really nice (hubby can cook and he doesn’t pay pretend compliments).

The End.

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