When I was a child, I was somewhat absentminded, OK I think I’m still, some call it ADHD, others call it PSEUDO OR SELECTIVE multitasking, , but I have learned to look like I am paying attention, I have learnt the art of facial expressions, eye contact, wait a minute bae, I LISTEN TO YOU OH, with bae, it is different I actually PAY attention, like we all PAY our Lastma charges when we are caught pinging, calling and selfieing as we drive, I don’t even know why I wrote that , OK yes, drive safely.

I watched, and I thought, and realized that I had to learn to look like I fit in, in medical school, and even to be a doctor, I had to learn the look of an “efico”, I had to join reading groups, I had to talk stuff, and yes I had to even “Famz” our lecturers, with awkward conversations that was not me, but I learned how to do it

When I worked up the courage to tell my first Nigerian crush I liked her, (my first 3 were all white, and I can remember pretty woman Julia Robert was top on that list), she responded with an awkwardness that burned itself into my memory, that’s a lie, no courage at first sight, when I saw her in Qc, I was in Jss3, I ran like I was a criminal, I used to stammer and was scared that words will fail me, As I left her there confused, and pondered my list of imperfections, I learned to look like I was okay with the things that broke my heart….. by the way I still stammer but I have learnt to toast babes with it.

I learned to look like I believed in what I didn’t. I learned to look like I knew what I was doing. I learned to look like I knew what I was talking about. I learned to look like I was happy and satisfied. I learned to look like I had chosen a career path, and I was walking it.

I learned to look like a professional.

I learned to ask the right questions and hide my agenda behind simple suggestions. I learned that with a warm smile and a few well-placed words I could make people do what I wanted. I learned to manipulate. I learned to look like an adult.

I have learnt to even look like a Christian.Don’t even dare judge me, don’t try it, didn’t you learn it too, when to bow your heads during night vigils as we slept deeply, and when to share the grace by 4.30am, how to give offerings less than toll gate money with the swag of Jay Z, how to wear starched trads on Sunday morning, after our beaten Jeans have choked on passive smoke on Friday and Saturday night, but we were taught FAKE IT TILL YOU make it, I really think the part of making it has come.. The world needs Christians, not look alike Christians, who have the look but have not the power

1st Tim 3 1–5 don’t be naive. There are difficult times ahead. As the end approaches, people are going to be self-absorbed, money-hungry, self-promoting, stuck-up, profane, contemptuous of parents, crude, coarse, dog-eat-dog, unbending, slanderers, impulsively wild, savage, cynical, treacherous, ruthless, bloated windbags, addicted to lust, and allergic to God. They’ll make a show of religion, but behind the scenes they’re animals. Stay clear of these people, now this is a fact, it is looking like the end, sexual depravity, terrorism , economic issues, and the amazing fact is your tag is in the above mentioned, most of us are addicted to lust or impulsively wild, don't mind me, check you own out, so in other words you are meant to stay off yourself, OR

You can join us in this Journey, of learning how to have power, I am unlearning me, and learning who I am meant to be, please let me emphasize you are never really that far from God, never, you are his great piece of work, a shareholder in his “image and likeness” PLC.

so join us, this Sunday, as we start this journey, yes in the evenings, and Bogobiri, 5pm, Now artistry is the music expression of city on the hill ,where you just come and chill and learn a few things about his love and ways, while SALT is our bible study sessions, which will be conveyed to you,we know GOD has no Grand children,so we don't brag that we know, we are just sincere people looking for GOD through his word, and spreading it through all creative ways possible, join us this Sunday, thank you.

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