Sunday, 29 August 2021

Pray for B

 

God, please have mercy; please show us your mercy. Please do not let my cousin die! Please protect my friend and exchange men on her behalf. Angel of death and destruction, see the blood and pass over us. Pass over my loved ones. That was me, interceding and praying for my cousin and my friend who coincidentally share the same name.

For two nights in a row, I had very scary dreams in which both my cousin and my friend died, leaving their children behind and a big hole in my heart. The first night, it was my cousin then the second night, my friend. I was so distressed over the matter; I could barely sleep so I would wake up praying profusely for them.

I had been praying for about a week when one day, I heard God tell me to calm down. He said ‘nothing will happen to your cousin or your friend, Serah so calm down!” I couldn’t help but ask and wonder why he had then given me such horrid dreams about them? Why did He have to give me such a scare? Those dreams were super vivid!

God, then told me, I let you see that so I could get your attention, so I could get you to pray. He told me that for a while now, you seem to have stopped praying for people the way you used to. You have begun to allow your challenges and numerous wants to consume your thoughts and time to the extent that you seldom pray for others as much as you used to.

I felt a bit sad and ashamed of what God had revealed to me about my character. I knew all He had said was true because prior to getting married, I would spend a lot of time praying for my family, friends, and some people I had never even met. So I knew exactly what God was saying and it hurt so much because it was true.

I asked Him to forgive me and help me resume my intercessory prayers like I used to. My challenge however was the fact that I knew so many people and had so many friends. I would never be able to have enough time to exhaust my prayer list.

I related my challenge to God and He told me not to worry, He would show me and let me know whoever He wanted me to pray for. He said “I will show you their faces when you sleep or let their thought cross your mind randomly. Whenever I do that, know it is my signal for you to pray for them.” I agreed and so far, that is exactly what I have been doing for a few years now.

Life can get so busy and we all seem to be facing one challenge or the other with some taking more hits than others. Despite all this, God wants us to learn to be selfless and take time to turn our eyes away from ourselves, our issues, and our worries and make out time to pray and intercede for others. Yes, there are some people we get tired of praying for (I have them in my life as well) especially when it seems like there is no change, but Isaiah 62:1 reminds us why we should keep praying and being relentless in our efforts. Because we love these people, we should focus on our love for them and keep praying. That’s why Prophet Isaiah says “because I love Zion, I will not keep still. Because my heart yearns for Jerusalem, I cannot remain silent. I will not stop praying for her until her righteousness shines like the dawn and her salvation blazes like a burning torch.”(Isaiah 62:1)

It is often said that “God can do nothing unless men pray!” So let us start taking time to pray for one another as often as we can, for this truly pleases God. The bible in Ezekiel 22:30 says, “I peeped from heaven and looked to see if I would find any man interceding, but found none!” May that never be said about us in Jesus’ name.

My youngest brother is alive today simply because God chose to show him mercy, leveraging on the fact that people who loved him refused to stop praying and believing God to spare his life.  You can catch up on that story here. 

God bless you.

Thursday, 29 July 2021

THE GREEN PAPER

It was the 14th of February, 2018, I was dressed up for my visa interview at the American embassy and prepared for a lovely valentine's day to celebrate St. Valentine and my supposed visa. I had prayed about it for weeks and was as ready as I could ever be. I had rehearsed the interview in my mind and I was positive that the outcome would be in my favor but Ta!  (Nigerian exclamation) that was far from what happened when I got there.

I left the embassy with no visa, a lot of questions, so much disappointment and anger. I could not believe that my visa was denied due to ‘a simple misinterpretation in English'. Apparently, when they ask 'place of residency' after you have your baby in America, you are expected to enter your country name if you are not resident in America (learn o). I, on the other hand, entered the name of the place I was temporarily residing in because I interpreted the question that way. I was used to filling British forms which would ask for 'permanent home address'. My bills had all been paid after giving birth to Nailah. I had zero outstanding bills from the hospital and pediatrician and so I was a bit upset that due to the aforementioned, my visa was denied.

Anyway, after leaving the embassy, I went back to the office and into the loving and receiving arms of my colleagues and cubicle mate who had already had their fair share of visa rejections and kept trying to cheer me up. I was a wounded but humble Sese because, in my heart, I was a 'patriotic American'; being that some of my earlier years were spent there and I loved America and the system. If anyone was going to receive a rejection that day, I did not picture myself being one of them but, there we were!

I got home and my husband tried his best to cheer me up as well, but I was still sad and replaying the entire incident in my head. If it were something else they had used against me, I may not have been hurt, but an unintentional misinterpretation of a simple question just seemed unfair and harsh. How could God and my angels let that happen?  I thought.

The next day, I got to work and was still a bit down when a friend of mine asked if I had heard what had happened to another friend of ours who was pregnant. The tears started flowing once she told me my friend had missed a step and lost her baby at about seven months. I couldn't believe it because a week before my embassy visit, we had chatted with that friend of mine and I even envied (in a good way) the fact that she already had her visa, money, and everything she needed to go have her baby. She was not going to have to visit the 'dreaded embassy' because in all honesty, that year American visas seemed to be scarce as rejection papers were flying left, right and center.

Amid my tears, I heard God say, "Are you still upset that you didn't get your visa?” Well here is someone who has everything you think you want, but doesn't have the baby to go with it!" I was a slightly humbled at that point.

In spite of what had happened and what God had told me, I was still a bit upset over the matter (acting like a spoilt child). Two days after my friend's incident, my sister called to tell me of an in-law of hers who was also pregnant and had indeed delivered her baby but had complications after the birth and died. Goodness gracious!  That was a bit too much for me. I was heartbroken. I could not believe all that was happening because the three of us all had miscarriages the previous year (2017) and it seemed like we got pregnant again at about the same time too.  Again, I heard God say to me "Serah, are you still angry with me? Here is someone who has what your friend lost, but has no life to take care of the child!" Ha, once more I was humbled, but it seemed like the point had still not sunk in completely.

 I had planned to reapply for my visa the second time to see if after notarizing Nailah's (my first daughter) birth certificate, I could get my visa because, in all honesty, it was a genuine mistake or misinterpretation of English. My husband and I had agreed that if I didn't get it the second time, then we would accept it as God's will for the baby since not every child has their destinies tied to being born abroad. I knew what we had agreed on but still, I prayed the outcome would be in my favor as I longed for a mini holiday before giving birth to my second child and I badly wanted to have a burger from Burgerking.

Once again, I went into the embassy and came out visaless”. I was a bit sad and upset but it felt nothing like the first time. I tried talking to myself and reminding myself that "all things are working together for my good and that of my baby”; for God's plan is always better than our best plans.

While I tried self-talk and conditioning my mind to give birth in Nigeria, despite the poor reports I had received concerning our health care system, I went back to the office, and again, my friend met me at the gate rushing out of the office. She asked how my interview went and I told her. She hugged me and said not to worry. She had to rush to the hospital to see her sister-in-law who had just had a miscarriage at 6months plus or so. 

What in tarnation was going on? I wondered. Never had I seen a year where the loss of life was so rampant and what hurt most was the fact that I knew and was connected to all of these people and cared for them. While I pondered over the situation, I heard God come to me again asking if I was still hurt and sad over my visa rejection. My dear people, at that point, I completely understood that visa or no visa, I needed to be grateful as I was alive and so was my baby. God had shown me mercy even when I didn't deserve it at all.

I thank God for his patience with me. God is such an amazing Father. He understands our hurts and disappointments as well as our little or big tantrums and is patient with us. I gave birth to Anaiah on the 6th of May and only then, did I truly understand why God had ensured that the embassy had denied me a visa. If you have not read my stories about Anaiah, then I encourage you to make out time and read my previous blogs: 'The Gratitude Attitude', 'Not about you' and ‘Testimony'. If I had her anywhere outside of this beautiful Nigeria, the bills, as well as emotional turmoil, would have overwhelmed me.

So what is the lesson in all this? I learned that there is always something to be grateful for; no matter how bad I think a situation is. I also learned to trust God's decisions and know that He will always do what is best for me even if His best and my selfish, shortsighted best seem worlds apart for He knows the end of every matter from the very beginning.

Finally, for those who have ever received that ‘green paper’ from the embassy, just smile and be grateful that you have life because at the appointed time, God will cause that door to open up and even if He doesn't, remember He is still God, still loves you dearly and is doing the utmost best for you in ways you probably can’t see just yet.

Tuesday, 1 June 2021

Our First 'Big Fight.'

What kind of silly name is that? “Nailah?” did this guy even pray about this? People are going to make fun of my child. They will say things like “Nail her to the cross” and other silly or snide comments. I detest the name. I do not like it at all. 

 

In case you are wondering, what is happening, let me make it easy for you. Those were my humble first thoughts toward the choice of a name for my daughter. Let’s take a minute to backtrack so you can have a clear picture of why I was mad at my husband.

 

Years before I ever thought marriage, I had a dream and in it, I had met my daughter. In my dream, her name was Malika, which means ‘Queen’ in Arabic and Asia; the name means ‘Jasmine.’ Before that dream, I had taken a liking to the name Jasmine and had changed almost all my passwords to the name so it was no surprise to me that in my dream, my first child's name was Malika aka Jasmine. From that moment on, I knew that my first child would be a girl and in my mind, her name was going to be “Malika’ as God had already shown me. 

 

While courting, I would often tell my husband about my dream and the fact that our first child would be a girl. When we went for my first scan, boom, my dream was confirmed, a girl! My joy knew no bounds, I was going to have my Malika even though I had never heard or met anyone with the name, it was unique and I loved it.

 

In the course of my pregnancy, I would often ask my husband to pray and think of names for the baby since he is the father. I for one had already settled that her first name would be Malika and so he could pick whatever he wanted for the middle name. My husband is a pretty easy going person and often allows me to have whatever makes me happy and so I didn’t even think twice about the matter. I had my arsenals all checked (the dream and the sweet husband). Besides, every time brought up the topic, he seemed a bit nonchalant about it so I didn’t think he would mind much but boy, was I in for a shocker.

 

It was a week to my due date and I had traveled to give birth but due to my husband’s tight work schedule, He was not able to be there and in all honesty, it would have put more pressure on our finances. We wanted our child to have opportunities we didn’t have and to do that, some sacrifices had to be made and unfortunately, that was one of them. Then there was safety to consider. Most of my friends who had gotten pregnant around the same time with me had lost their babies ‘due to one form of negligence from our hospitals or the other’ and I was not having that (as if safety was in my hands smh@sese. I know better now though).

 

So, my husband and I were not in the same vicinity and it seemed to be taking a toll on us because we had never been so far apart since we got married. Anyway, while chatting one day, I asked him for the names once more. That was the day I heard the name “Nailah”. Hian!! (Nigerian exclamation for wahala).

 

 I was thrown off balance. I did not see that coming. So I tried to reason with him, or rather try and make him see sense behind picking my name instead. My very easy-going husband was not relenting and I was angry. I tried to compromise by stating we both take the name ‘Imani” which we liked as her first name then the others can be the middle name. Oh boy, the guy was adamant and said no. I tried again with Jasmine as the first name since he seemed to like it then, but alas, I met another brick wall. Man, this marriage thing was getting real. If I were single, I would have done what I wanted, but there I was, having to bend to someone else’s will, and believe me, it was not funny. 

 

This naming thing was going to be our first major fight. I was steaming and didn’t even want to talk to him anymore. I had been saying this name thing for like forever and he had said nothing then out of the blues you spring this upon me! God had given me this name as far as I was concerned and I, spiritual sister Serah felt this man had nothing on me. 

 

I know how important names are and I didn’t want ‘my daughter’ (I say ‘our daughter’ now) to just have any random name. If we were going to take this life term decision, you had to find a way to convince me that this was God and He had spoken to you about it or you had some Rhema or scripture rather than say “while checking for names on the internet, the name just stood out for you.” Truth was, I thought I was the ‘more spiritual’ one I guess (I’ve grown, so show mercy).

 

I didn’t know what to do, so wisdom, asked me to go seek good counsel from people I believed were spiritually sound. My first point of call was my high school senior whose sis was my friend. I sent her a message asking how she and the husband had come about naming their kids. She shared her story and then I shared my challenge. After listening to my narration, I was convinced she would side with me, but she told me a key truth. She said “Serah, if that name is from God, He will speak it to your husband as well, but if He doesn’t and if your husband insists on that name, then give the name to the child. He is the father and the head of your home. Submit!” O chimo (Igbo exclamation). This was not what I wanted to hear at all, even though I needed it and deep down, I knew she was right. So, I decided to ask someone else. This time, an older person who had been married longer; I went to my aunt K who always gives good advice and loves me a lot. Again, I narrated the story to her and what my aunt had to say humbled me. She told me that earlier on in their marriage, she often insisted on having her way, and being that my uncle was as easy going as my husband, he would let her, but as the years went by, she had realized that he stopped sharing things with her and began taking decisions without her because He saw her as an opposition. If it wasn’t her way, she wasn’t having it and since he didn’t want to fight, he would go behind her and do his things quietly. She said she had learned the hard way and my marriage was not up to a year, so I should avoid making the mistakes she had made. 

 

It is often said that experience is the best teacher, but a wise man once wrote that we don’t have to learn from experience when we can learn from other people's own. I had read that expression somewhere and thought it best to use it in this case. Grudgingly, I gave up my horrid and selfish plan to just give the baby the names I wanted when asked at the hospital and let my husband deal with it since I was the one who carried the baby for 9 months and was sure he had not heard from God concerning the issue.

 

Behold, the 22nd of September came and our beautiful hyper active princess was born. Then the question came, “What’s the baby's name ma'am?” I halfheartedly said ‘Nailah Jasmine Imani Mohammed.’ I had given the name but I was not going down like that. So I had complied by being a ‘submissive wife’ and letting my husband’s choice prevail, but deep within, I had not completely submitted and so I decided to call the baby Jasmine and let him call her Nailah. I knew I had numbers on my side being that I had a large family and loads of friends so eventually, people would know her with Jasmine rather than Nailah. I was determined on saving my child from ‘that embarrassing name.’ 

 

Again, the Holy Spirit came at me in the form of my baby sister. She told me she had noticed that our entire family calls her Jasmine while only my husband and his family call her Nailah. I said ‘yes, so what is wrong with it?’ (I knew it, but didn’t want to admit it) She said she didn’t think it was right that way. I knew she was right deep down, but Arhhhh!! Anyway, after our pep talk, I was ready to totally submit and not teach my sister the wrong thing so I decided to call her ‘Nailah rather than Jasmine’.

 

Fast forward to today, I am in love with the name ‘Nailah!’ I even have friends who have named their daughters after her. I was being so stubborn that I hadn’t even realized what a beautiful meaning the name bore and how unique it is. In case you are wondering, Nailah is Egyptian/Arabic and means “One who is born to succeed” and nobody has ever made fun of her name or made comments like ‘ Nailah her to the cross’ as I envisioned. All my fears were uncalled for.

 

What I learned from the situation is that submission is not an easy task, but it is what God has called his daughters to do in marriage. The bible says “wives, submit to your husband’s as to the Lord. For a husband is the head of his wife as Christ is the head of the church… Eph 5: 22-24) Submission does not mean you are weak or your husband is right. Sometimes, they will get it wrong because they are human like us, but if you handle it well, you will both be the better for it. In my case, when I got pregnant with our second kid, I learned that my husband seemed better at giving names than I and so I sent a list of names I liked and let him be. He knew the ones I liked and behold, when he was asked the name of the baby, I had a pleasant surprise when I saw her immunization card bearing ‘Anaiah Zahra’ the two names I wanted.

 

I asked him why and he said “I realized I was selfish with naming our first!” guess what? I also got the names I wanted with our son! So my lovelies, submission pays off at the end of the day and whatever arguments you have in marriage can make or mar you depending on how you handle it.  

 

Have a great week and please, feel free to share any fights you have had in marriage that others can learn from.

  

Friday, 2 April 2021

Sing it like you mean it!!!

 I asked my friend ‘Mimi’ to accompany me to my school to get some items I had forgotten before leaving for Easter vacation. After retrieving the items, I realized we didn’t have enough money to take a cab home, being the good-natured person she was, Mimi suggested we just take a walk home (Josites, from Baptist High School to Rock haven is not a ‘walk’ I know but for the sake of this, let us leave it at that).

Walking with my friend was fun as we chatted about different things such as fashion, boys, school, and everything that came up. Mimi was in a Federal Government all-girls school in Bauchi while I attended a mission school which was a co-education and so, we had a lot of varying topics.  As we chatted along, Mimi began to sing a very nice song. I had never heard it before even though my school was known for singing (we could literally sing heaven down when we were up for it). She looked at me and said “Sese, do you know this song?” I said ‘No! I’ve never heard it but I love it!’ the song had a catchy tune. My friend decided to teach me the song and it was all we kept singing till we got home.

The funny thing about the song is that it is a Christian song and my friend was a Muslim, so I kept wondering where she had learnt it from. Before I could ask her, she offered an explanation while laughing; she told me “I often hear the Christian girls singing it on Sundays or whenever they are having fellowship and I liked it so I learnt it.” For a kid in 9th grade (JSS3) that explanation was good enough for me besides, it was all about the tune then.

 I never thought much about that incident with Mimi or even realized what a powerful evangelizing tool singing was till years later when I was humming the tune and the words kept coming at me. 

I guess God really wanted to make me see the power behind Christian songs that year because a few months later, while sitting in the office and chatting with my colleagues, one of them began to sing another Christian song and we were all amazed at how she knew the words so well. She and other Muslim colleagues began to narrate how they also in some weird or funny way, had heard those songs either from friends, radio or just passing some church or fellowship and had picked up the lyrics. Believe me; these songs they were singing not only had good tunes but powerful meanings. Apart from my colleagues, I have often listened to my Muslim friends tell me about songs they grew up listening to or Christian songs they liked.

Following all these encounters, I thought to myself ‘if only we Christians knew or could realize what an asset we had and an easy way to tell people about the goodness of God, we would sing in church and fellowship like we mean it and understand the truth behind the words we sing!’ rather than sing like we are being forced.

Permit me to share the song my friend taught me:

Masoyi na nai, masoyi, masoyi  na nai

shi nai yesu

Yesu nai hanya

Yesu nai gaskiya

Ba mai zuwa wurin uba

Sai ta wurin Yesu Christi

Lalalalalalala oo yeya yeya

Yesu shi nai hanya, hanyra samun ceto, ceton kowa da kowa a duniya (

In case you are wondering what it all means, it means ‘Jesus is the lover of my soul, He is the way and the truth. No one will get to the Father except through him. He is the way to eternal life and salvation for the whole world’.

I’ve learnt that anything and everything can be a ‘good weapon in spiritual warfare.’ Hence; I plan to be intentional about everything I do and that includes singing as a way of not only praising God but a way of sowing evangelical seeds in the hearts and minds of people.

So, next time you want to sing a song, be deliberate about it! Open your mouth and sing it well, sing it proudly, sing with joy and let others learn about the goodness and character of our God through it because you never can tell who is listening and who needs to hear those words you are saying.

Sese’s thoughts: I envision a day where some churches can rent the national stadium and have a concert perhaps on Independence Day or a holiday. It would be like a singing/song face-off where whatever praise song one choir sings, the other can’t repeat it. We keep singing, making our voices heard and our praises count.

Happy Easter in advance!