I don’t think that life is a journey of self discovery. I believe that self discovery is a phase after which you must constantly look for ways to lose yourself. Because your “self” will get in the way of a lot of amazing things. That’s for sure.

Your self will convince you about what you can and cannot do. And you’re gonna believe it because most times it’s right. Your self has all the information, from your day 1!

There’s this thing we all do, you know? Before we even try, we just say “I can’t.” Because for real you know you can’t. It’s like you know your self so well, that even before something starts, you already know how it’s going to end. You’ve been there, done that. It’s like, man I remember the last failure and I’m not about to relive it.

Life is about finding ways to lose that person, that part of you that has all the information; the stuff you’ve failed at, the stuff you’re ashamed of, and all your history… because that person just knows too much; too much to let you live a dream, even for a minute. That person has so much in the archives that s/he always has a good reason why you can’t do what you really want to do.

That person remembers every single defeat graphically.

That person knows your behind-the-scenes and knows that it’s no good.

That person knows that your smiles are just make-up covers.

That person knows what’s in your bank account.

That person knows you’re not all that people think you are.

Lose that person every once in a while. Cause that’s where life happens, where you Run Wild and Carefree and even if it was just five minutes, you know for a fact that “Whoa for one second there, I lived. I freaking lived!!

I don’t know. Maybe dance? Just dance. Sing! A lot! Aloud! Or pick a fight? Yeah, you’ll learn something. Write. Draw. Give. Smile. Give a stranger a compliment. Help an elderly person. Audition for a competition show, just because! Take the bus, or the train. If you’re a Christian, worship! Worship! Worship! Sing your heart..

I can’t tell you how to lose yourself, you already know exactly what you gotta do.

Personally, I tried to talk myself out of publishing this. Better still, my “self” tried talk me out of it. But nah I’m just taking this opportunity to lose that idiot for a bit. Lol.



We were all on our way to earth and God said to us all, as farewell speech sort of: “When y’all get there, don’t build your self-esteem on your bodily features no matter what, it’s all dust. Build it on The Rock.” With a fake expression of shock, Ify asked sarcastically, “You mean the heavyweight champion?” We all gave that a good laugh, then Debby said with a smile, “Okay, Father, we get the point”, and kissed Him as we set to take off.
Just as we were about to leave, I remember Him say “Hey, hey Salem son, get back here!” I was unsure what He called me back for, I only hoped it was good. I shrugged and walked back ignoring how extremely unpredictable He could be. Besides, He was God right? From whom only good comes. Then He uttered the words that blew my brains! Oh wait, I didn’t have brains yet. He said, “Now where do you think you’re going with all that muscle?” “Earth”, I retorted, my chin up, eyes glowing and my mind lost in the picture of me at the pool shirtless, or at the beach saving this hot girl drowning using my big strong arms, oh what fun that would be! I couldn’t wait.
And “Salem!”, He called out rather loudly, snapping me back into reality and He says: “I’m gonna have to take that back.” “But Father”, I tried to speak but He didn’t let me finish. “I know what’s best for you”, He said, “everything you need is in your heart and mind”. For a second I forgot that He could hear my thoughts and I said to myself rolling my eyes: “Pfff, so that’s just supposed to make everything alright now? Everybody can’t see my heart and mind, but they can feel my body! He just doesn’t get it, duh!” At that point, He held my hand and promised me, “I will be with you and in You and that’s all you need.”
These words were supposed to change my life but I couldn’t see how at the time. “Yes I know, but I need the bod too,” was all I could think of to say. “No, you don’t son. And I’m gonna have to teach you that the hard way.” I was going to say more, but no sooner had I uttered a thing than I found myself on earth in a body that seemed to me at first like a mop stick wrapped around in a thin layer of chocolate. I was downright irritated like: No, this can not be real, there’s no way this is me, I thought. C’mon with this, I’d rather get hit by a truck than take my shirt off at the pool. God had to do something!!
Yes he had to something alright, but I was wrong. What He had to do was to teach me day after day to love the person he made me, if I’d only listen.

My idea of the physical ideal would change God’s love for me 0%. Same for you too. God wants to do amazing things with us, for us, in us and through us, regardless of what we look like, He’s more concerned about what’s more important -“who we are.” We can’t compensate in body what we lack in spirit and mind. So whether ‘hourglass’, 2L Coke bottle, balloon or mop stick is your fit description, (or so you think) or if it’s Thor, or Johnny Bravo or Fido Dido,-that’s only a little fraction of the entirety of who you are and what you’re made of. You are more than that. God sees beyond and you should too. Don’t take for granted the silly, weird quirks about yourself. They’re there for a reason, find it out, use it!
It’s basically essential that we try to keep fit, exercise and keep our bodies in shape and looking good, but not for the wrong reasons. If you don’t feel good about yourself cause you’re not as ‘hot’ as they are or cause you feel like, “Hey if I can’t appear sexy, intimidating, competent and super-human, I’m just worthless,” then that’s just esteem built on shallow grounds that will get washed away sooner or later. So build it on The Rock, like the man in Matthew 7:24.
PS…this isn’t self-help treatment for insecurity, this is God’s will for His children. You’ll start to become the person you want to be at the point where you start to love the person you are now.
-Salem King


     There was nothing attractive about him, nothing to cause us to take a second look. He was looked down on and passed over, a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand. One look at him and people turned away. We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
     But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. We thought he brought it on himself, that God was punishing him for his own failures. But it was our sins that did that to him, that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole. Through his bruises we get healed. We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost. We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way. And GOD has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong, on him, on him.
     He was beaten, he was tortured, but he didn’t say a word. Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered and like a sheep being sheared, he took it all in silence. Justice miscarried, and he was led off—and did anyone really know what was happening? He died without a thought for his own welfare, beaten bloody for the sins of my people. They buried him with the wicked, threw him in a grave with a rich man, even though he’d never hurt a soul or said one word that wasn’t true.
     Still, it’s what GOD had in mind all along, to crush him with pain.
The plan was that he give himself as an offering for sin so that he’d see life come from it—life, life, and more life. And God’s plan will deeply prosper through him. -Isaiah 53:2b-10 (The Message)
     *Then the good news – GOD raised him from death and set him on a throne in deep heaven, in charge of running the universe, everything from galaxies to governments, no name and no power exempt from his rule. And not just for the time being, but forever. He is in charge of it all, has the final word on everything. At the center of all this, Christ rules the church. The church, you see, is not peripheral (pertaining to, situated in), to the world; the world is peripheral to the church. The church is Christ’s body, in which he speaks and acts, by which he fills everything with his presence.
     The Best Part – It wasn’t so long ago that you were mired in that old stagnant life of sin. You let the world, which doesn’t know the first thing about living, tell you how to live. You filled your lungs with polluted unbelief, and then exhaled disobedience. We all did it, all of us doing what we felt like doing, when we felt like doing it, all of us in the same boat. It’s a wonder God didn’t lose his temper and do away with the whole lot of us. Instead, immense in mercy and with an incredible love, he embraced us. He took our sin-dead lives and made us alive in Christ. He did all this on his own, with no help from us! Then he picked us up and set us down in highest heaven in company with Jesus, our Messiah. 
     Now God has us where he wants us, with all the time in this world and the next to shower grace and kindness upon us in Christ Jesus. Saving is all his idea, and all his work. All we do is trust him enough to let him do it. It’s God’s gift from start to finish! We don’t play the major role. If we did, we’d probably go around bragging that we’d done the whole thing! No, we neither make nor save ourselves. God does both the making and saving. He creates each of us by Christ Jesus to join him in the work he does, the good work he has gotten ready for us to do, work we had better be doing. 
    *****Now because of Christ—dying that death, shedding that blood—you who were once out of it altogether are in on everything – Ephesians 1:20-23,     2:1-10, 13. (The Message Bible)…

So don’t let the devil or nobody tell you different. God loves you and you are who He says you are, can do what He says you can. The price of Jesus’ blood for your life was too costly for Him not to take you serious…receive freedom and peace, love Him today, He loved you first!!


The Amazing thoughts of Freda Addi

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It was Mummy Adejo’s birthday yesterday… anyone who knows this woman would refer to her as “Mummy” not ‘Ma’, or ‘Aunty’ or ‘a friends mum’! She has a way of mothering everyone she meets! She’s a blessing to all… but this piece isn’t an appreciative piece to her… because if I did that, there would be no space and I’d run out of words in seconds! She’s that awesome!
This piece is about the pictures Mummy Adejo took with her husband (Daddy Adejo) on her birthday.

The world says, “a picture is worth a thousand words”. If you don’t know someone and you see a picture of them, you may be able to pick up on their kind of person (depending on how perceptive you are)… you see pictures and no matter how much people smile in them, you just know things aren’t great…

Joy (Mummy Adejo’s daughter/ my big…

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Talking or writing about Jesus really does not have to flow out of the need to, but rather out of the “will” to. In other words, our desire, rather than our sense of obligation should move us to freely talk about him. For example, when you’re in love with a girl, (I’m a guy so I’ll talk from a guy’s point of view) you catch yourself too often talking about her; you brag to your friends how she’s out of this world even if it bores them. You want them to meet her. You want them to like her. Your mouth just runs because there’s a bubbling you can’t hold back. And when someone talks about her, your eyes light up and your pupils dilate and magically you take the form of a five-year-old who just got free sweets––and for some reason, you’re not even embarrassed to be silly like that. Everybody can almost see through you to your heart with her name tattooed on it––and your veins… and your brains.
When you say you love her, nobody doubts cause you know…look at you! Now my point is, all these crazy things you do (or all these crazy things that do you) not because she’d be mad if you didn’t do them. Most times she’s not even there. It just happens! It just freely flows out of the love you feel, right?
Well, so it is with Jesus. Think about it.
The first step is a relationship. Take it. Yep yep yep take it..!


I read a story about a father who was facing serious challenges with his seventeen-year-old son’s behaviour. Generally, the son was a good kid but he had one glaring flaw: he constantly disrespected his mother. The dad took him aside one day and explained, “Look, son, you need to understand this: disrespecting your mother stops now. If you do it again–I don’t care how big you are, I’m going to treat you like you were six. My belt’s coming off, I’m going to turn you over, and you’re going to gimageet ten lashes on your backside. They’re going to count and you’re not going to forget them. You are not to disrespect your mother, ever again.”
You can probably guess what happened. The teenager disrespected his mother one more time. The dad dropped what he was doing and said, “That’s enough! Come over here. These are going to be ten lashes so hard you’re never going to forget them.”
He removed his belt and then stood, frozen for a moment and deep in thought. Suddenly, he handed the belt to his son. His son just stood there, startled, the belt dangling from his hand. His father said, “You know what? Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to whip me. The punishment has to stand. But I love you. So I’m going to take the punishment for you.” He spread his hands and leaned forward, placing them on the wall. He drew a deep breath, braced himself and told his son, “Hit me. As hard as you can. Ten times.”
His son protested, “I can’t do that!”
The dad insisted. “No! That’s the punishment. And it stands. Now hit me.” The son halfheartedly smacked his dad. The dad turned and grabbed the son by the hands, holding them together, still clutching the belt. “No! That one doesn’t count. It’s ten times, as hard as you can.”
He turned back to the wall and braced himself again. Through tears, the son lashes out, striking his Father time after time after time. His father clenches his teeth and accepted the punishment in his child’s place.
God did exactly the same for us. He became one of us in the person of his Son, Jesus. Jesus became sin for us on the cross, shed his blood and rose again. So now, when you hear about the forgiveness of your sins, you should understand what it cost God the Father: his only Son. Our God desires so much to forgive us of all our filth that he was willing to take the punishment for us. He is a forgiving father.

1Corinthians 14:55

-Excerpt from Craig Groeschel’s “What is God Really Like?”


I swear I’ve never fallen this low before. I feel like dirt, I’m just waiting to be walked on. Why do I do things that won’t bring me closer to you? Things that make me feel good, and leave me feeling worthless. Right now, I don’t have the right to speak ill of the dog that returns to it’s vomit. Or of Judas Iscariot. You know it’s like the enemy just knows which buttons to press. Look! Now I’m stuck in a pile of my own mess. I’ve stained my life enough by my own hands. The cookie jar didn’t call my name, i wanted that cookie jar all by myself. I didn’t know what I wanted; I just knew I wanted it so bad I was ready to go through hell to get it. Undesirable desires, God!!
•••My thoughts are no longer mine, how can I get control of this? How can imageI reach out to someone else when I can’t get it together myself? Plus did you see the way that usher at church was staring at me earlier? I probably smelled like sin.
I promised you the last time and the time before the last that if you got me out, I wouldn’t do it again, now I’m in a place where I don’t feel like I’m yours anymore.
But still you’re the only one who can help me. You probably shouldn’t by now, but then who will? I don’t have what it takes and I’m undeserving. I don’t know what it will take but I’m coming out! I’m done being a peasant when my Father’s a King. I won’t be at the bottom when there’s a place at the royal table for me. They say you can’t heal what we don’t reveal, so I’m putting it out here. And I know you’ve already done it, you’re waiting for me to step out the boat. I want you to get the glory out my life, I’ll get it right this time. Thank you, Father.

Love, Salem.


I could have sworn that this guy’s jaws were carved by Michelangelo, and his smile kind of gave his teeth a voice of their own. He had full brows and piercing hazel eyes. Okay they probably weren’t hazel, but I heard Uche use the word to describe some nice eyes the other day, so I thought I’d use a new word too don’t you think? Whatever, you get the point right? Ok don’t answer that. He beckoned as for a handshake and said in a gentle welcoming voice, “Hi, I’m Satan”.
Ok stop reading and listen to me. Look I know this is weird, and honestly I can’t remember if this happened in a dream or in reality. I can only recall that it was so real that when I heard that name, against that face, I felt the deep need to apologize for all the times I ever sang “I hate Satan, I hate Satan; he’s my enemy, he’s my enemy” as a child!! I mean I felt like, “I don’t hate this guy–I want to be this guy! Are you kidding me?” And for the love of God, where were his horns if he was Satan? And his tail?! And why was he extending a handshake instead of his signature garden fork? (Or hell fork? Who knows?)
Well here’s why he didn’t come with any of that–Because if he had come looking like the big bad devil, I’d recognize the sucker and run! I wouldn’t even look at him, or want to shake his hand, or uh…describe his eyes as hazel!
It’s same in everyday life. Everybody knows what’s good and what’s bad. It’s too easy to tell right from wrong and we know to run away from the bad prospects. The devil is a liar and he is many other things but he’s not stupid. He’s cunning, he’s smart, he’s absolutely interesting and he knows it’s 2015 so his software version is upgraded to suit your most unlikely expectation of who he might be. That’s why we don’t realize it’s the devil until it’s too late.
But I’ve got goodnews: he’s predictable. He doesn’t just lie, he kind of combines a lie with some truth, topped with a slice of what you want and a bit of what you think you need, mix all of that and you have yourself a meal of “good reason to be stupid”. Ain’t that smart! He’s always ready to creep in imperceptibly on anything; he’s a click away on the internet, a little freaky thought away, he shows up in that unnecessary conversation. A little sip here, a little puff there. A little this, a little that; or so it seems.
He looks like he has everything but he does need something. He knows his destiny and where he’s gonna end up, he has nothing to lose; he already lost everything. But he doesn’t know what your destiny is like, he only knows one thing: that it’s better than his because “Jeremiah 29:11” and he would do anything to put you on the same page as him. I believe that’s why he’s discarded his fork. Probably wasn’t working very well for him. I don’t know what he did with the horns and tail though…scares me to think about it.
Just know that he doesn’t look like the lurking, bloodsucking, devil image you have anymore, “he wears a suit and a tie.”And well he saw you read this, so probably next time he comes around, he won’t be wearing that. He’s smarter than that, be smarter.

You mean more than the world to God!

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