HEY YALL, WHAT IT DO?
I know I have been kind of silent , but that just me and how I deal with the popups of life and oh yeah before I get into the swing of things I gotta give a THANK YOU shout out to this DIVAS OF LIFE MOBY,TIBS,YOURTRULY,FREDILLA your comments were very touching and much appreciated so therefore I am sending you guys cyber hugs (very tight ones but don’t worry I won’t crush your windpipe lol) and smooches MUUUUAAAWWW( I PROMISE I DON’T SLOBBER HEHE). And smooches of life, to anyone else that read but didn’t comment.
So why did I stop going to church as a teenager well as a child I really enjoyed going to church totally loved it and you would always find me running to choir practice in Nigeria then we moved here ( well no one went deaf with my off tunes lol I was filling in the gap ) and things changed my parents were attending this church and as child you don’t really have a choice and my goodness the church was so disorganized it was ridiculous , they argued like market sellers at Olaleye market. So when we got there they had just brought a minister from Nigeria to preach and lordy lord I hate to say this but he was a hot mess okay ( keep in mind I went to one church the whole time I lived in Nigeria from birth lol) this Pastor from Nigeria preached like he was reading my book of bible story it was just blahhh like you could tell he didn’t know any more than I did in the bible, I remember he told the story of adam and eve and MR Man was just reading the bible for almost 2 hours lol it was freaken obvious (the congregation later discovered that he only studied theology and use the opportunity to come to the United States meaning the church entered ONE CHANCE lol ) So anyhoo the church folks decided they didn’t want him there was a division in the church those that liked him and those who didn’t. at the end of the day my parents ended up leaving that church to go to another one because they just didn’t like all that drama and this is how I started getting turned off, in fact by this time my little self was convinced that all the ministers in America were fake and all they wanted was money (no one could tell my 13 year old self otherwise). it not like I had a choice in this matter so let me get to the koko(matter) of this story. we went for one of those night Vigil or weekday event most churches hold and this pastor decides that anyone who wished to speak in tongue should step out, of course no one did so he came around and selected some of us I think we were about 8 or 9 of us I can’t remember exactly I don’t know why he decided to select my sis and I, not that I cared at that time and particularly had no interest in speaking strange languages when I hadn’t even mastered my Yoruba lol I was quite okay with speaking to God in good ole English. so moving on Mr. Pastor brings us to the front of the church and asks the congregation to stretch forth their hands and start praying that holy Ghost fire (I presume) should descend on us, so that is how this prayer session went on for over 30 minutes it just seemed like forever and I was waiting for this spirit that was gonna make me speak ABRACADABRA my eyes where open and keep in mind I knew this man was fraud ( my body was standing in the front of the church but my mind was at home sleeping under my comforter lol). I didn’t even care my younger sister was just as bored we were the only children in the group the rest were adults and their eyes were closed while they were praying for us to speak in tongues while my sister and I just kept staring at the adults in our group so we could watch who would catch the spirit first . it got to a point and I realized that if we didn’t speak in tongues we weren’t gonna go back to sit down and Ms cookie was tired of standing o, that how this dirty idea popped in my head and I just winked at my sister and I started with " akalagbesha jum jum jaga ekele shuma sham kish and just kept uttering some rubbish words (God Forgive me for my sins lol) o cuz lordy lord I was tired and my legs were hurting the next thing I know my sister started with her : gbim gbim gbosha skulabash chaka chaka, ( my people na so we continue o) and the pastor put a microphone to our lips and he was yelling praise the lord see they are speaking in tongues the spirit of the lord is upon on them I just yimud(in my mind of course) at the man cause even I knew this was fake I just wanted to be released so I can go back to my chair and be comfortable the next thing I know to my AMAZEMENT the remaining adults all started speaking in mysterious tongues HAHAHAH(FRAUDS ALL OF THEM LOL) my eyes just popped as in what is this, at that moment i knew they were all faking lol i guess they felt the pressure that if us kids( my sister and i) can speak in tongues they better start speaking so as not to be outdone (who wants to carry last lol). the so called man of God start yelling screaming almost doing the splits like james brown in front of the church saying everybody shout HALLELYAHHHHHH!!!!!he has done it, from there we went to our seats, at that moment at the tender age of 13 I knew I was done with churches as a whole because I knew this was just fake. this same pastor whenever he put his hands on your head, will push ur head forcefully ( YOU would think mike tyson gave you a small jab on the head) so I would come ready one feet behind one forward so I wouldn’t fall, and so did my dad because I observed him lol, meanwhile my mother will fall lol because of course she didn’t balance herself and other people will fall I guess they wanted to fall anyways as they believed it was expected. and if u didn’t fall he would give u one kind of look eeenh lol.so anyways we stopped going to that church after all his secrets came out and my parents realized he was fake, (the congregation later found out that he was enslaving some people in his home that were supposed to be in his custody he practically turned them to live in maids). So it was no surprise when I turned 18 I stopped going to church I was off legal age but with naija parent (they don’t understand legal age whaaarrus dat mean) I stylishly got a job and requested to work the 7am to 4pm shift. This continued for years and every now and then I would visit some churches, there was another one right it was an American church and I was starting to love it and then BOOM!!!!!! it happened the pastor said that God told him to plant another seed elsewhere and his wife (that woman can SANG not sing lol I am EXTRA I KNOW I mean whenever she opened her mouth it was what I imagined the angels in heaven sounded like) so they left only for the congregation to find out they took all the money in the church account because it was in their name. Maannn I took it hard I was so disappointed (it was not my money o) so I stopped going and also with the series of event taking place in my life at that point I didn’t know what to think of God and I was conflicted as to how he was letting certains happen in my life it was so bad I didn’t even know if he really existed and of course my faith was running on zero (THE DEVIL ALWAYS TELLS LIES) and then last year happened I hit my lowest of all lows. I just had enough, I mean I just couldn’t see the light no matter how I tried it was bad bad bad, I felt hopeless and completely broken ( the devil knows how to turn your life to rags if you let him) and watching youtube and I came across some Billy Graham message to the world, normally I would have skipped it but something made me click on it and watched and boy ya girl was crying and decided to give her life to BIG G.O.D and guess what !!!!! LIFE HAS NEVER BEEEN BETTER. Now when I think back on all those times when I was trying to control my life I just shake my head when I could have just handed it to my everlasting BOO of LIFE G.O.D, I could have saved my self-countless worries, heartbreaks and see the good in certain situation, but anyhoo It never too late and God has shown me he is still God and I gotta tell yall THE BEST IS STILL YET TO COME YA BETTER BELIEVE IT DIVAS AND DIVOS/GENTS.
P.S I DIDN’T INTEND ON WRITING A LONG POST BUT THIS HAPPENED LOL (I WRITE LIKE I TALK) I WROTE THE SPICE GIRLS INCIDENCE AND SOMEHOW I ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT DANNG! DON’T YA JUST HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS ANYHOO YALL HAVE A FABULOUS DAY AND DON’T LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE!!
