#DRIVING LESSONS: HOW TO NOT GET KILLED ON A BUSY HIGHWAY

#DRIVING LESSONS: HOW TO NOT GET KILLED ON A BUSY HIGHWAY

I once wrote about my debacle with driving lessons, and how I was a learner driver for almost ten years. Now here is the embarrassing fact; I am still a learner driver!

It is for this simple fact I never placed the ‘L’ sign on my car, because if I did, I would probably have won an award for having it on the longest.

I am sure that when I drive on the roads, most of the drivers give me an ‘L’ sign, and no, it does not stand for LAZY or LEARNER (try looking up the synonyms of crazy in the dictionary).

Do not get me wrong, I have tried my possible best to mature in my driving, following all the rules of the road that I could remember over the past years, but learning the rules in one country, and hoping to apply it in another has not been very helpful for me. Besides, my driving instructors rarely took me through traffic lights and highways.

PS: If you own a driving practice ground, you are giving people a reason to get killed when they go out into the ‘real world’. Going round a field or track in circles with red cones did not prepare my mind to avoid a large hooting truck on the highway or a crazy taxi driver, no wonder it took me so long to ‘transition’.

Back to my life driving lessons… After almost two years of consistent driving without being ‘monitored’ (not that the quality of my driving had improved much), my husband for some strange reason one Sunday morning decides to wait till I am ready to leave and drive behind me.

In his credit, there was an annual marathon race that day, and usually cars are banned from some specific routes. There was a sign on the highway that our route maybe part of the marathon course and he wanted to make sure I arrived to church in one piece.

Barely 500 metres into our journey, he pulls me over. ‘You’re driving too fast, reduce your speed’. I was barely moving at 80 km per hour, and we were approaching the highway … fine, no excuses, instruction received.

When almost approaching an off ramp on the highway, ‘we’ pull over again, this time to decide routes to follow. As we agree on the routes he chips in: “Please indicate earlier next time you are turning, especially on a highway curve”. Yes sir!

After an awesome service in church, we return home- separately- at different times. When I get home, I come in partially cringing, waiting for observatory notes on my driving. Hubby dearest says nothing. Zip. Peaceful and absolute bliss!

Monday morning, as though he were reminded by the highway code of miserable conduct, he tells me in a very anxious yet commanding tone: “You’re a very bad driver. There is a reason why the lanes are marked, so you can stay on YOUR lane. Staying in the lines is not enough, you stay so close to the dotted line, you must stay in the middle, if someone hits you from behind, it will not be their fault, and you will pay for the damage to their car and pay for your damaged car as well…”

His words came at me like an unexpected blow. I thought my driving had improved over the years, but apparently not as much as I had thought. In truth, no instructor had followed me on a highway or through major inner city roads before, so I assumed my driving was up to standard all this time.

In life, experience does not always guarantee wisdom. The fact that you may have been doing something for years does not make you an expert. Expertise is a product of right guidance and exposure.

I’m so grateful for the corrections I received that day; if I had received them much earlier perhaps I would have been an expert driver by now.

What area of your life have you assumed you are good at, but you are on the verge of wreaking havoc? Practice does not make perfect in every case, it is insanity to expect change or increase without seeking guidance, advice and necessary corrections and rebuke.

If you must soar, be ready to ride on the wings of those who have soared ahead of you. Never assume you always know exactly what you are doing in every area of your life, seek expert advice and prevent accidents!

“Where no counsel is, the people fall: but in the multitude of counsellors there is safety.” Proverbs 11:14

WOMAN TO WOMAN: AN HONEST NEW YEAR CONVERSATION… by Racheal Ishaya

WOMAN TO WOMAN: AN HONEST NEW YEAR CONVERSATION…  by Racheal Ishaya

I am a woman, and I love being one.

I don’t feel marginalized; or believe that there is a limit to things I can achieve simply because I am a woman.

I believe that women like Margaret Thatcher, Joan of Arc, Hilary Clinton and all the legendary women who fought for women liberation actually succeeded; so why should I keep crying for help or scream inequality or discrimination whenever I don’t get my way or keep using my “femininity” as the excuse and not a blessing?

For me, it is the same as Christ dying for us sinners so we can be reconciled with God and take our rightful place on earth and in heaven, but instead of embracing and enjoying the gateway he provided, we keep lamenting over the fact that we are sinners.

The Bible said you are a new being in Christ. Meaning that once you receive Christ as your Lord and personal savior, you are transformed into a new being, not a sinner trying to become new.

As a new being, you have been empowered by God and should reflect the standards of God’s word. Don’t use the term “I am only human” as an excuse to feel better and be able to sleep at night when you sin.

Like Christ’s death and our abuse of its benefits, women use the fact that they are women as a reason not to succeed.

You have no reason not to be the best of the best in everything you do as a woman. Your feminity is not a weakness. Fragile bones and a menstrual cycle is no excuse to feel men- or anyone else will always be better than you.

On the contrary, I feel that being a woman is a plus for you in the world today. Women are known for being resilient, patient and hardworking.

Because of the battles of mother heroes past- and of course feminists, and acitivists we have tons of opportunities opened to us. The World is ours for the taking.

Like Sirleaf Ellen Johnson of Liberia, Park Geun-Hye of South Korea,  you can be the president of your country. You can be just like Angela Merkel, the chancellor of Germany and first femele leader of the European Union. Like Christine Lagarde (Managing Director of the International Monetary Fund) Mo- Abudu ( CEO: Inspire Africa Communications, producers of Ebony LiveTv); you can be the MD or CEO of any corporation you want.

You could become the most skilled surgeon or the best in any profession. All you have to do is to put your best out there. Take away the prejudiced notion you have of yourself, because what you think of yourself is the only thing limiting you.

I leave you with a famous quote by Marianne Williamson which has inspired me and thousands of women- and men:

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others”.

This year, WOMAN, It’s your time to shine!

 
-Racheal Ishaya (Writer, journalist, female rights and welfare promoter)

Twitter: @rachealishaya
Email: rachaelishaya@yahoo.com
Abuja – Nigeria

HOW A ‘PEPPERMINT CARAMEL CAKE’ CHANGED MY LIFE

HOW A ‘PEPPERMINT CARAMEL CAKE’ CHANGED MY LIFE

Some people may wonder what this is all about, but I know a select and very special group of people who know exactly what this means. No, I’m not hungry- or crazy-, nor do I have weird cravings or longings for creamy royal confectionaries (at least not right now!)

Many years I wrote about the miracle of hot chocolate, it was a very special article because it was about a dear friend of mine and a special time we shared over a cup of hot chocolate.

Something happened during the weekend that brought back the same fond feelings, but this is even better because I have gained something special from this experience besides calories and cellulite.

I went out with a very special group of people, more like family but easier to recognise as Streams of Joy (research and find out who they are joor!). We went to a place called Zoo lake (simply because it is a lake by the zoo) for a ‘braai’ (barbecue outing) and an end of the year celebration.

I will tell you the details of our adventure some other day (this includes lightening, thunder, hailstones, heavy rains and a flat tyre) but my focus and highlight of the day is the cake.

Why bring a cake to a barbecue outing? That’s because yesterday was a team member’s birthday, so she cooked and brought a cake as well.

Here’s the interesting part, the cake was not even bought by her, but by another team member that morning while rushing for the barbecue. Apparently the kind soul had only two ‘cake choices’- tiramisu and caramel peppermint- at the store, and she chose the ‘best’ choice.

If it was up to me, I would have bought neither. I love experimenting and trying out new things, I am not afraid of the ‘white house’ should I taste something my body does not comprehend however, when it comes to cakes I am quite rigid. I stay away from certain flavours as long as I can help it.

Years ago someone had a birthday and decided to share the cake with everyone. The good part was that we got an extra huge slice, the sad part was that we didn’t like the minty taste of a chocolate cake. The terrible taste of that cake haunted me for years.

I personally believe that mint should never be placed with chocolate, milk or butter. I remember a particular sweet which was a mixture of butter and mint that made me feel nauseous every time I took it. That minty cake, sealed my theory, or at least so I thought.

So here we were at this lovely outing and I see a cake with the words PEPPERMINT CARAMEL GATEAU on it and immediately I begin to panic. I decided to ‘save’ myself by not tasting it.

When everyone got a nice chunky piece, I observed the silence as people ‘chowed’ down on the ‘pepperminty’ bits. I actually stared pretty hard at the cake while it was being sliced, wondering if the inside of the cake would be minty green in colour, but instead it was chocolate on the inside. Not again! I thought to myself.

The celebrant gave me the cake box with a nice huge slice in it, I was so grateful and humbled at the same time, considering how I had teased her all day about buying a peppermint cake.

I took my slice home, not wanting to gag on the cake in front of everyone. I stared at the cake in its box for a while, like I was trying to stare it down before I won the war. I had previously asked most the others how the cake tasted and the licking of fingers piqued my curiosity and gave me courage.

I took a spoon and took a little piece, just wanting to taste it on the tip of my tongue and not even touch it with my fingers. As I tasted it, I closed my eyes, waiting to relive the horror moment of the last chocolate mint cake I had.

I waited as I swallowed, but was only greeted by the warm bliss of chocolate. It was amazing!

I could barely taste the mint or the caramel, which made me keep checking the cake box over and over again to look for the list of ingredients, hoping to find out if they got the labelling wrong.

I sent a secret prayer of thanks to God for that cake, grateful that it was this cake and not the tiramisu flavour; I don’t think I would have had any boldness to try it. (Or would I?)

This cake taught me something important; never let a bad temporary experience guide you into permanent decisions. Never let fear and prejudiced restrictions guide you, sometimes we can be wrong about the things we think we are most sure about.

It is funny how we are often biased or drawn to certain people and we place others aside, because of a past experience that they have absolutely nothing to do with. I once met someone who vowed never to make friends with people from a particular tribe in a West African country because someone from there broke her heart, at the cost of losing out on the opportunity to meet wonderful people who are also from that ethnic group.

I have resolved to try new things before drawing a conclusion on it, because many times a deceptively similar experience can have a totally different outcome.

What have you been wrong about? What opportunities have you denied yourself because you thought you ‘knew it all’ and there was nothing good in it for you?

As you step into a new year, try something new and out of your comfort zone, taste your ‘peppermint caramel gateau’; it may be something that will change your life!

#MY PLANET.LET'S GET MARRIED

#MY PLANET.LET'S GET MARRIED

Yes, I know I am married. I do not plan to re- marry anytime soon. In fact, for a while I have not enjoyed attending weddings, I think they are a beautiful money sucking sham. I want people to get married and live happily ever after without them having to loose or spend money they don’t have.

I was told the story of a beautiful wedding that was the talk of the town for months. Unknown to many, all the couple were feeding on weeks after the wedding was yams which someone gave them as a wedding present during their traditional wedding ceremony!

I went for a wedding recently and surprisingly enjoyed myself. Not because of the food, the music, or the romantic atmosphere, but because of the wedding sermon. (I am strange, or maybe a little weird, but that’s me!)

The text was rather strange and I am sure it piqued every one’s attention: (more…)

#CHRISTMAS LESSONS FROM THE LIFE OF MARY

#CHRISTMAS LESSONS FROM THE LIFE OF MARY

Before you cringe or twitch at the thought of another sermon, read this with an open mind. I know you may have heard or read her story countless times, but indulge me this one time.

Mary, means ‘exalted’ or ‘honoured one’. She was maiden chosen among millions to be recorded in history as the biological birth carrier of Jesus, the anointed saviour of the world.

There is – or was- something unique about this woman that I believe we can emulate; after all, who would not want to learn from the woman who was ‘blessed among all women’…

  1. Submission: it is much easier to envy Mary when you read about her, but I have reason to believe her life was no walk in the park.

 

Imagine explaining to the love of your life that you were pregnant by the ‘Holy Ghost’, in a time when adultery got the death penalty.

 

To make matters worse, you had to endure the gossip, whispers and stares every time you went to the maternity clinic in town and people observed no wedding ring on your finger and heard the nurse call you ‘Miss Mary’.

 

Only Mary saw the angel, only she knew a truth she could not explain regarding her pregnancy without being called crazy, hypocrite, or liar.

 

Despite all this, Mary agreed to go through with God’s plan, despite the stigma and shame which may never have gone away during her lifetime. I cannot prove it, but I believe one of the reasons Jesus had little respect from those in Nazareth because they assumed he was born out of wedlock and adopted by a lowly carpenter. It is we who read the stories today that now show her honour.

 

Mary submitted to a plan that was bigger than her, she accepted to be a channel of great blessing to the world with no hesitation or consideration of her reputation, honour or personal desires.

 

  1. Right association: Mary aligned with Elizabeth, her cousin and the only person the angel had mentioned in her visitation. We do not know if Mary’s biological parents were alive, we do not know the position of her family towards her pregnancy, but she nurtured the relationship that was most helpful at the time.

 

More often than not we fight and slave for the acceptance of people from our past, who have little or no importance, or effect on our future. Elizabeth celebrated Mary; she understood her purpose and honoured her for it.

 

Seek out people who understand your purpose, or at least are connected with it. Seek the company of purpose driven people, people who will inspire you to be the best you can be. Seek out builders and cheerers; life is hard enough without you wasting time on people who will fight to tear you down.

 

Carpenters have no business with mechanics, tailors and engineers rarely have anything in common. There is always an Elizabeth around you, you do not need to be alone, or even worse, in the wrong company.

 

  1. Chastity: I know this word is rarely used in modern times, but I believe this is the best word to suit the occasion. In a time when virginity is uncelebrated, I believe we all need to learn from Mary and bring the honour of chastity back.

 

Maybe you have been through many terrible experiences and made regrettable mistakes in the past that will not allow you to term yourself a virgin, but chastity is possible if you make the decision to do so.

 

It is one thing to be caught in a fire by accident, it is totally different to start one and get upset when you get burnt.

 

It is possible to live a life free of sexual immorality; sexual purity and faithfulness can save your life.

 

There are so many places to find and give love (try charity, volunteering or a good old romantic outing or conversation), not necessarily between the sheets.

 

Ladies, if you must get ‘busy’ please do it with someone who has placed a ring on your finger, and performed the necessary rights acceptable by both your family and your local church. You are no one’s sample or test drive!

 

What can men learn from Mary? She was with a man who was ready to wait for her, who loved her even through the bizarre and did not let her choose between her God and the man she loved.

 

Joseph’s love for Mary was a reflection of his love for God, he was willing to submit the woman he loved for the master’s use and protect her even with his own life when the time came.

 

There is a Mary in all of us, dare to let her shine through, polish her and show her off to the world!

 

Before I forget, Merry Christmas!!!!!

PUSH , BABY PUSH!

PUSH , BABY PUSH!

We all come to that point in our lives where we doubt our purpose and meaning, we doubt if our efforts are worth the trouble; and it seems the harder we try, the slower – or lower we seem to go.

Times like that feel like trying to scramble out of a sand filled hole; climbing out seems almost impossible because you can barely find your footing.

This is like the crucifix cry of abandonment into a never ending darkness “Eli, Eli, Lama, Sabac Thani” (My God, why have you abandoned me) with no knowledge or guarantee of being heard.

Proverbs 4:18 says ‘The Path of the Righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, it gets brighter and brighter until the perfect day.’

This scripture has often been quoted when things are good but we desire them to be better, but I believe it is more suitable for when things are not so good.

The first gleam of dawn is often described as a crack of light across a dark sky. Cliché has it that the darkest time of the night is before dawn, switching ‘off’ the stars, moon and any other night source of light so that the light of the sun slowly but surely can shine through.

When your life seems to have hit a curve ball and all options seem more uncertain as the days go by, know in your heart that salvation is on the way; your light is about to break forth!

Whatever you do this week, don’t stop pushing, don’t stop dreaming, don’t stop planning and fighting to make your plans a reality.

When a woman in labour is ‘crowning’, the doctor or midwife often says, “I can see the head, gather all your strength together, it is time to push”.

It may be mountains of pain, but the joy of achievement is worth it. I can see your hard work paying off, a ‘baby’ is on the way. You can’t quit now, PUSH BABY PUSH!

 

 

#LESSONS From an Iron Pot

#LESSONS From an Iron Pot

There was a time in my life when I found chores and housework therapeutic (#insane!), I believed it calmed my soul and helped me think more clearly. For some strange reason I would feel fulfilled and ‘whole’ for lack of a better word.

When I was about 9 years old I saw one of those ‘home making and lifestyle’ magazines lying around the house and to my amazement we had quite a lot of issues ordered for by… wait for it- my father!

He was not an interior designer, and he never seemed to interfere with what my mother decided regarding the house decor, maintenance or upkeep but for some strange reason he seemed to order lots of these kinds of magazines.

I would read these glossies from cover to cover and imagine that I lived in a house in one of the pictures. Then I came to the realistic conclusion that though I may not live in them, I would make sure the house I lived in was as clean as the photos.

I did this judiciously to the point my dear sister gave me the nick name ‘nanny’; which stuck for many years.

That nick name lost its merit once I got married and had two very active kids… ( don’t judge me if you’ve never been heavily pregnant and had a pile of chores staring at you that you stubbornly want to do yourself)

Now back to my pot/spoon talk. To help your imagination a little better, it is actually an iron pot, a metal table spoon and a metal scouring sponge used for ‘scrubbing’ stubborn dishes.

Despite all my judicious and pious notion about chores over the years, I have never loved ‘scrubbing’ pots.

There was a time in college; I ‘soaked’ a pot with soda bicarbonate for 2days so I wouldn’t have to scrub it (how embarrassing!). In my defense, it was a badly burnt, no terrrrrrribly burnt pot and I was still learning how to cook.

One day, I was in the kitchen scrubbing away at an extremely stubborn dish stain when it hit me; sometimes in life there are things that simply placing in ‘soap’ and ‘water’ won’t ‘wash’ away. There are things that sometimes first need to be ‘tackled’ with a spoon, and then a sponge to ‘seal the deal’.

There are weaknesses and issues in our lives that good advice, attending a church service, or simply praying about will not get rid of it that easily. We need to get our hands ‘dirty’, pull out your scouring sponges and scrub them away.

Scourers- especially the metal ones never look pleasant after a few good uses; they may sometimes scar our hands and leave them in dire need of hand cream after using them, but they always get the tough work done.

Is there anything in your life you need to toughen up and scrub away? Perhaps something you’ve tried to wish them away, maybe used minimal efforts to get rid of them but they seem adamant. It is time to tighten up your belt of efforts and do whatever is necessary to get the job done.

A wise man once said that no one congratulates you for making an effort ( except you are a toddler in a very expensive pre-school); there are no degrees or certificates for ‘ attempt’. If you want something, then do whatever it takes –legally to get it.

It may scar your hands, leave you to walk the path and success ‘alone’ but you will feel fulfilled and joyful when you see the reward of your efforts. They don’t call it ‘hard work’ for nothing; and do not tell me about ‘smart’ work, because smart work requires working hard at the right thing.

Over time, I have made peace with scrubbing because I now take comfort in the fact that delicious dishes often require hard scrubbing afterwards. No matter how good you maybe, we all have areas in our lives that need heavy scrubbing.

Got your sponge ready? Start scrubbing at your weaknesses, flaws, past unresolved issues and grudges, dumped and dusty dreams abandoned because someone told you it won’t come true.

Cheers to a greater and new improved version of you!

The Truth About Men: Lessons from my Mother- By Racheal Ishaya

The Truth About Men: Lessons from my Mother- By Racheal Ishaya

I told my friends that the last reason I would end a relationship with a man is because he ‘cheated’. As children we grew up seeing our fathers being unfaithful to our mothers and our uncles cheating on their wives and no one raised an eye brow or spoke against it.

Sub-consciously, we grew up acknowledging this as a norm, that men will always cheat; for this reason you hear the infamous saying that `Man is polygamous in nature’.

Many men were raised with the mind-set that it is acceptable to cheat as long as they continue ‘loving’ their wives and taking care of their responsibilities.

I find this puzzling; how can one claim to love and be unfaithful to the one he/she loves? Would you believe a man’s declaration or show of love if you see him do the same to two, three or countless other women? Will his love not wan with every bed he crawls into other than his ‘love’?

In a society where a man with multiple girlfriends is given the title `Player’ and the lady in a relationship with multiple men is a `Prostitute’. – A society where when a married man cheats on his wife, it is pardonable but the woman who commits `adultery’ must be returned to her father and shamed; there is a great moral injustice that must be brought to the fore and fought against.

I am neither against men- nor in support of women who cheat; cheating is wrong and that is that. All I’m saying is that the same outcry against a woman who cheats should be meted out to men, perhaps this madness and mayhem will reduce.

It is foolishness to see a wrong doing as normal or acceptable because everyone is doing it; popularity does not make a wrong thing right.

When a woman discovers that the man she loves has been unfaithful and she goes home crying to her mother, 99% of mothers will tell her to go home, pray and forgive him. That is the only option. It is rarely called adultery when a man cheats on his wife, except maybe he is doing so with a married woman then the woman would be tagged the adulterous one. Hmmmmmm!!!

Marriage has been reduced to a piece of paper, with couples less tolerant and unforgiving of each other.

Women have developed thick skin when it comes to disappointments of the heart. We have been trained to expect the worst while praying that our case will not be as bad as the next ‘Amaka’s’ own.

It goes without saying that being able to stand heartbreak is one of the qualities that makes women as strong as they are known to be. If you have gone through heartbreak, the gut wrenching type, then you know what I’m talking about.

While some women have been raised by experiences and false counsel to expect the worst from men, most men have been raised to expect obedience and faithfulness from their women -even though they commit the deed with other women (*eyes rolling*).

Overtime and learning from the experiences of others, more women are beginning to becoming more aware and independent (or insolent/strong headed as the men would see it).

This has brought its own negative ripple effect; taking into recognition the growing cases of divorced women around the world; women who realised they do not have to put up with all that the man in their lives has given them- even if they may share part of the blame- women who believe they can be happy with their kids and do not need the man to be complete.

In a depraved manner, some women have started fighting back, chasing the illusion of an ‘eye’ for an ‘eye’ and decided to cheat on the men they claim to love in revenge.

But that is where the trouble starts; as already mentioned, men find it difficult to deal with rejections and unfaithfulness from women.

I read recently about a lady who was stabbed by her “Sugar Daddy’’ because he caught her with a single guy (who is likely to make an honest woman out of her).

This is just one of many. In recent times there are stories in the papers about men killing their wives or girlfriends because they cheated while others are beaten up badly, not to mention the many wives who have been sent packing in the same home where the husbands were still committing adultery.

Many may not agree with me, but most men cannot handle breakups from women, talk less of cheating. Some become violent while some go on to hate women for a long time if not the rest of their lives.

We are in an era where men think that a woman who cheats or breaks their precious hearts deserves severe punishment or in extreme cases, death. And I’m sure many of the men reading this will agree with him.

If you do, you are wrong. The bible stresses that under no circumstance is it okay for you to take another person’s life. It is also wrong for a man to inflict physical pain on a woman.

No matter what she does, you have to let God decide her fate. Don’t take it upon yourself to be the ‘punisher’ just because you think she deserves to be punished.

Some people say men are ‘dogs, which is absolutely immature and degrading and untrue. Even if it were remotely true, dogs can be tamed and disciplined. I hope my future husband is on top of that list!

#LESSONS FROM A BOWL OF NOODLES

#LESSONS FROM A BOWL OF NOODLES

In my line of work, ‘all nighters’ at the ‘office’ are a regular. Most of the time we come ‘prepared’; dinner packs, spare change of clothes in case of emergency, and any necessary gear we might need.
On this fateful day I stepped out believing I had my ‘gear’ packed, only to arrive and realise I didn’t have anything to eat. Luckily, hubby dearest had envisaged things like this so he bought noodles (and sardines which I never found in the cupboard, will look into that later!) and everything needed to ‘set up’ a campers culinary exhibition.
I was a little anxious because everything hadn’t been used -or set up- before and I was alone with no one to ask for assistance. With the days of spinsterhood long behind me, I realised that I had forgotten how to set up ‘camp’ cook ware. It was much easier in varsity days, but the lack of ‘practise’ had made those skills fade.
So here I was, clueless with uncooked noodles, a bowl and a growling tummy. And like a flash of lighting, I turned and noticed a microwave. All the stories of fear came flooding through my mind of how boiling water and a microwave are never to be placed in the same place at the same time; merely heating up a bowl of soup too long can cause a ‘splash-full bang’ (pardon my English).
So, listening to the voice of reason in my head I turned the noodles over to read the instructions, and there it was, waiting for me with open arms and insight: the words ‘Microwave’ and ‘Cook’ in the same sentence!
That was all I needed, instruction and guidance. Maybe to you this was nothing, but to me this was a great sign from heaven that God cared about my hungry belly being filled that night. With my cooking instructor guide, I prepared a master piece under the circumstances; at least my taste buds and my tummy were in agreement.
As mundane as getting instructions from a noodle pack may seem, there are times in life that we need guidance, an instruction manual of sorts; and most of the time it is right under our noses, begging and pleading for us to walk in the light of the knowledge it offers.
“Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets:
She crieth in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates: in the city she uttereth her words, saying,
How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge?
Turn you at my reproof: behold, I will pour out my spirit unto you, I will make known my words unto you.
Because I have called, and ye refused; I have stretched out my hand, and no man regarded;
But ye have set at nought all my counsel, and would none of my reproof:
I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your fear cometh;”

How many times have we become cocky, hot headed, mindless or too arrogant to seek advice? Independence is part of growing up, but submission to right guidance is necessary for maturity.
Seeking help from people who know better about a subject than you do will prevent you from being taught by the highest pain inflicting teacher in the world: ‘Mr Experience’.
For by wise counsel thou shalt make thy war: and in multitude of counsellors there is safety. (Proverbs 24:6)

Seek wise counsel today!

WONDER WORKING LEMON! – BY Faith Omoregie

WONDER WORKING LEMON! – BY Faith Omoregie

We all are amazed at the wonders of the world, from the majestic statue of Cristo Redento in Rio De Janeiro, to the Al Bharj at Dubai, the great pyramid in the city of Pharaoh, to many amazing sights in the world that takes our breath away.

In the world of fruits, one of the breath taking wonders is Lemon, in Nigeria there is a herbal drink called “Gbogbonishe” meaning “it cures everything”. Lemon is an all preventive and curative fruit.

Lemon juice helps to cure problems related to indigestion and constipation. Add a few drops of lemon to your dish (be warned; lemon does not go well with milk), and it will aid indigestion.

Lemon acts as a blood purifier and a cleansing agent, so a good drink after lunch or dinner is fresh lemon soda, which is also called fresh lime soda in many places. The recipe is squeezed lemon juice, cold water, soda, salts (common salt or rock salt) and sugar/honey for sweetness. You can also add some mint leaves or crushed fennel seeds for added flavor. Drink this whenever you have a heavy lunch or dinner.

Lemon juice can be used to treat a person who is suffering from a cold, flu or fever. It helps to break fevers by increasing perspiration.

Lemon juice is also frequently used in dental care. If fresh lemon juice is applied on the area of a toothache, it can assist in getting rid of the pain. Massaging the gums with lemon juice can stop gum bleeding, while eliminating the bad odors that can come from various gum diseases and conditions.

Lemon juice has proven itself time and again in hair care treatment. Lemon juice applied to the scalp can treat problems like dandruff, hair loss and other problems related to the hair and scalp. If you apply lemon juice directly on the hair, it can give your hair a natural shine.

Lemon juice, being a natural antiseptic medicine, can also cure problems related to the skin. Lemon juice can be applied to reduce the pain of sun burn, and it helps to ease the pain from bee stings as well.

Lemon juice can be applied on the skin for the treatment of acne and eczema. It acts as an anti-aging remedy and can remove wrinkles and blackheads. Drinking lemon juice mixed with water and honey brings a healthy glow to the skin, and if you thoroughly search the cosmetic market, you will find some soaps containing lemon juice, but they aren’t always easy to find!

Application of lemon juice on the site of old burns can help fade the scars reduces the burning sensation on the skin when you currently have an irritating burn.

Lemon has antiseptic and coagulant properties, so it can stop internal bleeding. You can apply lemon juice to a small cotton ball and place it inside your nose to stop nose bleeds.

Here’s a plus bonus: If a person drinks lemon juice mixed with lukewarm water and honey, it can help reduce body weight.

Lemon juice assists in relieving respiratory problems and breathing problems. It has the ability to soothe a person suffering from an asthma attack. Lemon, as a rich source of vitamin C, helps in dealing with more long-term respiratory disorders. Diseases like cholera and malaria can be treated with lemon juice, because it acts as a blood purifier.

Lemon is an aromatic and antiseptic agent and is useful in foot relaxation. Add some lemon juice to warm water and dip your feet in the mixture for instant relief and muscle relaxation. Lemon is also a diuretic and can treat rheumatism and arthritis. It helps to flush out bacteria and toxins from the body.

Lemon juice can dissolve lumps on the skin, so it can be applied at the places where the skin has hardened up, like the soles of feet and the palms of your hands. Drinking lemon juice with water can help patients reduce gall stones for the same reasons.

Drinking lemon juice is helpful for people suffering from heart problems, because it contains potassium. It controls high blood pressure, dizziness, and nausea, because it provides a calming sensation to both the mind and body. It is often used to reduce mental stress and depression.

Lemon has proved to be nature’s boon to everyone who uses it. It provides many valuable solutions to health-related problems, because it contains its own set of antiseptic and natural medications. A good recommendation is to eat from a quarter to a half of a lemon per day to get the maximum benefits from this powerful little fruit!