This story is breaking my heart this morning
http://thecurvature.com/2008/10/30/woman-stoned-for-adultery-in-somalia/
Friday, 14 November 2008
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
THANKFUL!
For the days that I laughed in joy like I never knew sorrow, I remain thankful!
For the moments in life that the earth seemed to move at my will, I remain thankful!
For the battles I have fought and won and for triumphs to come, I remain thankful!
For all I have and do not have, I remain thankful!
For Today, Tomorrow and For evermore, I remain thankful!
THANK YOU GOD!
OBAMAKING
Isaiah 60: The Future Glory of Zion (Barack Obama)
1 Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the LORD is risen upon thee.
2 For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the LORD shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee.
3 And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising. (http://www.thenationonlineng.com/dynamicpage.asp?id=68887)
...For me and for every black person of pride, Barack Obama represents physical, psychological and spiritual freedom...these were the reasons for the struggles of great black leaders such as Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X and many others.
Every black man has suffered from the effect of slavery, one way or the other and it doesn't matter how high up you reach in life, something always hangs around the corner in form things such as the poverty of the minds of many in the black race and the unseen spiritual edge seemingly holding even the erudite black man from actually crossing over the fences.
...Today I say...all bounds have been broken loose,
can I HAVE A DREAM limitlessly? not just I...YES WE CAN!
- BUKI
...A BLACK MAN - OBAMA IS KING IN THE WHITE HOUSE...
"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
- MARTIN LUTHER KING JR
BARACK OBAMA: THE DREAM OF MARTIN LUTHER KING JR
CAN “I HAVE A DREAM” – YES WE CAN!
August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C. - June 4, 2008. St Paul, Minnesota.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.
The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual,
"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
“I HAVE A DREAM” – "YES WE CAN!"
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual,
"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
“I HAVE A DREAM” – "YES WE CAN!"
Thursday, 23 October 2008
SO LITTLE TIME...
I hope this post doesn't end up sounding like the whines of a hassled woman but anyway here I go...
As I packed my bags a month ago, to live in France for 3months
I did a lot and left a lot undone because I had...So little time
A month on, I have done a lot and still have a lot to do and I am afraid that I may just have...So little time
Why is it that in this beautiful world that is colour filled with ambiguity and quest, man unlike other creatures always ends his journey without truly doing it all?
You do not agree? Well then, how many that are gone had the time to -
*rest as they should have
*smile and put a smile on another
*love and be loved as they would have wanted
*achieve that dream of going to space
*laze, for the experience of it
*reach the peak of their careers
*truly serve GOD
The list can go on but Alas! I have ...So little time.
I would like to be like Columbus and determine for myself if the world is round, flat, square or just God's drawing sheet...I long to love and be loved.
It would be fun to be an aerospace engineer, swim with dolphins, climb everest, be a neurologist and a regular blogger in the same vein.
Though these musings of mine have led caring friends to label me eccentric but my mind sometimes just won't let go.
I seek so strongly for an egress, I feel like I owe my reason for being to fully accomplish the mission that is ME(another story entirely).
I hope there are others like me out there...Can you hear me?
How do we do it all?
How do we relieve ourselves of the pressure of being who we are?
How do we give all we have to give and in turn receive what we want and need?
Why do the winds seem to transport us to lonely terres?
I do have enough time for a solemn prayer...
My Dear Lord, by the time I evolve to be with you at 120 years, let me have had enough time and strength and beauty to do it all, as you wish.(AMEN).
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
Green White Green
Its Independence day! Hurray!
Y'all are probably wondering what it is I am so happy about
Well...these 4 things
I am a Child of God
I am ALIVE to see another October and will see many many more in Jesus name (Amen)
I am Proud to be a Nigerian (Yes! those of you who are not can move to siberia)
I am beautiful!
HURRAY!
Y'all are probably wondering what it is I am so happy about
Well...these 4 things
I am a Child of God
I am ALIVE to see another October and will see many many more in Jesus name (Amen)
I am Proud to be a Nigerian (Yes! those of you who are not can move to siberia)
I am beautiful!
HURRAY!
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
To the desert and back...
Have you ever had to shy away from your loved ones?
... Simply because you couldn't let them into a part of your life that you
felt they wouldn't understand. You know...
the sneaky phone calls,
the coming-home-late for no reason,
those unexplainable expenses,
that box that must never be opened,
the extra money in your account,
that new perfume...
the cloak and dagger lifestyle that is eating you away,
while you believe it is letting you glow.
Glowing in the desert?
Who is going to see your light?
The desert is a wasteland. A waste of time, energy and peace.
It saps you of your vigour, takes away your pride,
It makes you temperamental-bordering on insanity.
In a desert, you fight mirages, shadows and charades,
You win feeble victories for no just cause and even then your glory is thwarted because you have no verve to celebrate it.
No man who has ever been through a desert was at peace until he found Greenland.
Some men and women are lucky to escape the desert before they were buried by the sand dunes or misguided by the winds.
Some have given themselves to the desert believing it was their destiny.
This I'll say... your destiny goes where you lead it to.
I once found myself in a desert, with no hope for a better day; I toiled relentlessly for survival until I found that I was in a desert that had always been surrounded by Greenland.
I did the hard-easy... I broke free.
My land is GREEN.
Some might ask “what led you to the desert in the first place?” And if I’ll answer that truthfully, I’ll say it is fEaR.
Fear of the known and unknown…trying to fight the demons of the past and the mysteries of the future with the desert of the present.
I can hear your heart beating…I used to know that feeling, it’s called fear.
I don't know what desert you are in... Could be a comatose relationship, a gauche affair, a shady goldmine, a good intention gone sour...whatever it is... find your Greenland.
Find it fast!
... Simply because you couldn't let them into a part of your life that you
felt they wouldn't understand. You know...
the sneaky phone calls,
the coming-home-late for no reason,
those unexplainable expenses,
that box that must never be opened,
the extra money in your account,
that new perfume...
the cloak and dagger lifestyle that is eating you away,
while you believe it is letting you glow.
Glowing in the desert?
Who is going to see your light?
The desert is a wasteland. A waste of time, energy and peace.
It saps you of your vigour, takes away your pride,
It makes you temperamental-bordering on insanity.
In a desert, you fight mirages, shadows and charades,
You win feeble victories for no just cause and even then your glory is thwarted because you have no verve to celebrate it.
No man who has ever been through a desert was at peace until he found Greenland.
Some men and women are lucky to escape the desert before they were buried by the sand dunes or misguided by the winds.
Some have given themselves to the desert believing it was their destiny.
This I'll say... your destiny goes where you lead it to.
I once found myself in a desert, with no hope for a better day; I toiled relentlessly for survival until I found that I was in a desert that had always been surrounded by Greenland.
I did the hard-easy... I broke free.
My land is GREEN.
Some might ask “what led you to the desert in the first place?” And if I’ll answer that truthfully, I’ll say it is fEaR.
Fear of the known and unknown…trying to fight the demons of the past and the mysteries of the future with the desert of the present.
I can hear your heart beating…I used to know that feeling, it’s called fear.
I don't know what desert you are in... Could be a comatose relationship, a gauche affair, a shady goldmine, a good intention gone sour...whatever it is... find your Greenland.
Find it fast!
Me! Me! Me!
Who makes you smile?
ME!
Who makes you dance?
ME!
Who do you love?
ME!
Who is the best there is?
ME!
Who are you laughing with?
ME!
Who seems to be going bananas?
ME!
Who is scaring the hell out of you right now?
ME!
Who’s back to her blog?
ME! ME! ME!
ME!
Who makes you dance?
ME!
Who do you love?
ME!
Who is the best there is?
ME!
Who are you laughing with?
ME!
Who seems to be going bananas?
ME!
Who is scaring the hell out of you right now?
ME!
Who’s back to her blog?
ME! ME! ME!
Thursday, 4 October 2007
Things happen for a reason...if you believe
This Beautiful story.... makes you understand that things happen for a reason
The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assignedto their first ministry,
to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn , arrived in early Octoberexcited about
their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed
much work. They set a goal to have everythingdone in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve. They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc, and on December 18were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On December 19 a terrible
tempest - a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the pastor
went over to the church.His heart sank when he saw that the roof hadleaked, causing a large
area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of thesanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high.T he pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor,and not knowing what else to do but postponethe Christmas Eve service, headed home.On the way he noticed that a local business washaving a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Crossembroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the frontwall. He bought it and headed back to the church. B y this time it had started to snow. An olderwoman running from the opposite direction wastrying to catch the bus.. She missed it. The pastorinvited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus. 45 minutes later… S he sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor,while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to putup the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastorcould hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. T hen he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet.. "Pastor,"she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?"The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she hadmade this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. Thewoman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria ..When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was captured, sent to prison and never saw herhusband or her home again. T he pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep it for the church.The pastor insisted on driving her home, thatwas the least he could do.. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklynfor the day for a housecleaning job. W hat a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and thespirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the doorand many said that they would return.
One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of thepews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving.
The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to onethat his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how
could there be two tablecloths so much alike. H e told the pastor how the Nazis came, how heforced his wife to flee for her safety and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison.. He never saw his wife or his homeagain all the 35 years in between. The pastor asked him if he would allow him totake him for a little ride. They drove to StatenIsland and to the same house where the pastorhad taken the woman three days earlier. H e helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked onthe door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine. True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob ReidWho says God does not work in mysterious ways.. I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today, to guide you and protect you as you goalong your way. His love is always with you, His promises are true, and when we give Him all ourcares you know He will see us through. So when the road you're traveling on seemsdifficult at best.. Just remember I'm here praying and God will do the rest. Pass this onto those you want God to bless and don't forget to send it back to the one who asked God to blessyou first. When there is nothing left but God, that is whenyou find out that God is all you need. Take 60seconds and give this a shot!
All you do is simply say the following small prayer for the personwho sent you this.
Father, God, bless all my friends and family in what ever it is that You know they may be needing this day! May their life be full of your peace, prosperity and power as he/she
seeks to have a closer relationship with you.
Amen.
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