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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Looking for a Job? Try the Security Guy! ;)

Recently, I was reflecting on some firms that I would have liked to work with several years ago but I never got to even drop my CV there. I thought about what I could have done differently based on the experience I have now and something occurred to me, I could have gone through the Security Guards!

In the organisation where I’ve worked for several years now, we have very good relationships with the Security Guard and you would be amazed that most Security Guards have access to the Ogas at the top, in other words- the decision makers that can hire and fire.

I can imagine if I had walked into one of those companies and met one of the Uniformed Security Guards (not a Mai-Guard or a Mallam or an Aboki!), instead of asking for the HR or someone that would be too busy or maybe too important to attend to me.

First of all, the guy or guys would feel cool that their help is required in the first place. I would probably buy one or two bottles of soft drinks for him/them (as a job-seeker, I won’t be throwing much cash around pleaseeeee!) And I would then present my request/CV (ever heard of Damsel in Distress? Lol!)

I would follow-up with calls (as much as I can) and promises of maybe one-twentieth of my salary in the second month (first salary is first fruit, one-tenth of the second can only go to God, and the rest of the salaries? No be Security Man I dey work for abeg!)

I might even go further to request what time the CEO comes to the office and if I can ‘accidentally’ bump into the CEO or HRM or whomever; after the Security Guard has ofcourse enthusiastically spoken to the person and presented my impeccable CV:

‘Ha! Oga, this is my sister o! She is the smartest person in our village, made a first class sef! Just give her the chance, she can even work free of charge for 2 weeks’ (Only two weeks o! Abeg! I did not go to school free of charge!)

Anyway, with the favour of God upon my life, I’m sure I would have landed one of those jobs… Lol.

Or what do you think? Afterall, Wisdom is profitable to direct! (Ecclesiastes 10:10b, King James Version- Holy Bible) Selah!

An Angel To The Rescue

A colleague sent me the story below and I couldn’t stop praying! It would bring tears to your eyes. Enjoy!Image
 
Dear Pastor and brethren,
I want to thank God for the opportunity of being present to give this testimony to the glory of God Almighty.
On the 10th of June, in the morning while driving on my way to my construction sites where I presently handle various building projects ads an Architect, I suddenly felt the urge to pray, but not really knowing where to direct my prayers to. Hence I started praying in tongues over each of my projects and workers against any mishap or evil. I prayed for several minutes focusing my mind on the sites and all to be done that day till I felt a knot loosen in my spirit, however after driving a few more minutes, I felt another heavy burden in my spirit which needed my attention. I later directed my prayers again to my projects but heard the holy spirit telling me to just speak mysteries to the day not knowing what I was praying about, this I did for several minutes again until I felt a victory note in my spirit.
After this the day went smoothly until it was evening and I had to go pick my wife and baby from school and work respectively. I had driven all the way from a site at Magboro till I was almost at Berger, exactly on Kara bridge when suddenly a jeep moving with very high speed from the fast lane crossed over to the slow lane where I was and hit my car from back left with so much force that it threw my car off the road till it landed on the bridge edge so that my half of my car was left dangling over the watery depths below and the other legs were off the ground on the other side.
The car was squashed and it was a miracle that I escaped completely and got out without a scratch.
Later a crowd gathered looking down the bridge for a passenger they claimed they saw jump out of the passenger’s side down the high bridge unto the grounds below. According to eye witness we were two in the car and they saw someone jump out the car through the other window. I kept on telling them I was the only one in it but the people around who claimed to see the other person were overwhelming. It was said that the person landed, stood up and walked away into the crowd. This was also confirmed at the police station by the policemen under the bridge which I denied any knowledge of, but no official report could be made because the person who they claimed walked into the crowd looking fit after falling from such a height could not be found or identified by anyone till date.
Till yesterday I was still confused about it until I had a dream last night that an angel had physically held my car in position preventing it from falling off the bridge after which he jumped below and went away. I immediately woke up to write this testimony and give thanks to God for this great deliverance which still baffles me as I honestly still can’t explain it. Our God still works wonders especially in this month of prayer. Thank you mighty Holy spirit my ever present helper.
 
Yours faithfully
Bro. Biyi Kushimo
Christ Embassy Zone 5.

My Encounter with an Armed Robber!

I remember that night like it was last night. I was walking towards my hostel, Manuwa hall when it happened. I had noticed that someone was trailing me all the way from the front of Mariere Hall but I had thought it was one of them ‘chykers‘ so I didn’t even bother to look back.

The front of Manuwa Hall was pretty much the same every night. Boys and girls mingled outside, with a few cars parked. Some walked into the hostel in pairs while some other female students just went about their normal business. I was on my way back from the first segment of our prayer meeting when the ‘armed’ robber attacked me.

I was a leader in the Nigeria Fellowship of Evangelical Students, University of Nigeria Enugu Chapter and every Tuesday we had prayer meetings. That particular month, the leaders had decided to meet and pray for about 30 minutes before the general house would come. Anyway, after our thirty minutes segment, I decided to get to the hostel. The prayer meetings usually held at the field and I didn’t really want to hang around in the open air.

‘Hello excuse me’ he said

I ignored him and kept walking towards the door of the hall. He walked up to me and blocked my path, forcing me to look at him.

‘How may I help you?’ I asked, looking him the face.

He asked if I knew him and I replied in the negative. He said that he knew me and that I really had to be careful that I was always moving around with Cult boys. I was shocked. He asked that we step aside and talk and I followed him to under a tree a little distance from the entrance of the hostel.

‘You don’t even have an idea of who you are talking to’. I answered ‘Me ke? Cult guys?’

I then went ahead and gave him a very brief summary of my ‘religious status’ LOL. Anyways, the guy kept ranting and I decided that I had had enough and started to walk away but he stopped me again and told me to handover my handset. I stared at him, how did he know I had a phone? My phone was that small silver Motorola Talkabout T191 that one could hide in their palms. Then it dawned on me, I had made a very brief call while walking past Mariere hall, that must have made me a target. Hmn! I definitely was not about to give away my precious Motorola handset just like that, what would I tell my Dad? This was year 2003 and GSM phones were scarce and quite expensive.

Well, I refused to give him the phone and made to walk away but he told me that he had a gun and pulled something black out of his pocket. Then he grabbed my hand and tried to take the phone from my hand. At this time, the headlights of a car driving towards the hostel shone in our direction and I saw his gun clearly, however, I wasn’t about to let go so easily or rather, I didn’t think I should.

‘Thief!!! Leave my phone!!!!’ I heard myself screaming while holding on to my phone at the same time. I half expected him to shoot me!

‘Ole! Ole! Thief!’ Several male voices screamed from Mariere Hall and from around Manuwa Hall and next thing I knew, the dude was running. Wow! Was I shaken?! I really didn’t believe I got away that easy.

Well, I was really grateful to God that I didn’t loose my phone just like that. The boldness to stand my ground must have come from the HolyGhost. The people around me asked what happened and I narrated the story to them, they were all happy for me.

I finally made it to my room in one piece and handed over the phone to my friend and roommate and then went back for the concluding part of the prayer meeting.