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The Seed: Eat or Plant ?

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Many people are familiar with the saying, “money is a good servant but a bad master.” But what does it actually mean? Essentially, if you use your wealth wisely and make it work for you, it can serve you well and help you become even wealthier. However, if you let money control you and spend more than you can afford, it will become your master and you’ll eventually find yourself broke.

Unfortunately, many people are better at spending money than making it last. They may have enough money to buy something, but that doesn’t mean they can actually afford it. For instance, imagine you just made a profit of 2 million Naira from a job. You see a second-hand Range Rover for 1.9 million Naira at a car lot and decide to buy it because you want to impress others. But in reality, you can’t afford the car’s maintenance, fuel, repairs, and other expenses. As a result, the car becomes a very expensive liability that you can’t get rid of easily.

Alternatively, if you want to become wealthy, you need to invest your money in assets that can multiply your earnings. For example, instead of buying a Range Rover, you could use the same 2 million Naira to purchase a 24-seater bus and hire a driver to provide transportation services. With time, you could purchase more buses and grow your business until you’re making 2 million Naira every week. Once you’ve built up enough wealth, you’ll be able to afford any luxuries you desire, including a Range Rover.

The key to building wealth is to invest your money rather than spending it all. By denying yourself some luxuries in the beginning and allowing your money to work for you, you’ll eventually be able to afford the things you want and more. In short, it’s better to let your money work for you than to spend it on things you can’t afford. Investing your money in assets that generate income is the key to becoming wealthy. It may require some sacrifice in the beginning, but the rewards will be worth it in the end.

So, remember to treat money as a servant, not a master, and invest your seed rather than eating it.

 

YOU ARE SO MUCH MORE; INVEST IN YOURSELF

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The current reality for many young people is unemployment not due to lack of qualifications or experience but because the job market is scarce. Jobs are being replaced by computers, leaving individuals in dead-end jobs without the courage to leave. However, there is hope. I recently attended a seminar where the speaker, Mr. Dapo, spoke about life in the 21st century. He emphasized that we have a surplus of customers in need of various services that anyone can provide. Starting a business or service does not always require a lot of money and can be initiated with little to no capital.

Mr. Dapo highlighted the “Donut Principle,” which describes the three areas of core competence that most people possess: their degree, their hobbies, and their family business. Individuals can use their competencies to start their own businesses or services. For example, a degree in accounting can lead to a job as an accountant. Hobbies such as cooking, baking, teaching, styling, cutting hair, singing, dancing, or drawing can generate income by providing services to clients. A family business can also be revamped to suit current market needs with the incorporation of modern technology and unique ideas.

The key is to have a plan before starting a business or service. A one-year, five-year, and ten-year plan will help individuals navigate the industry and stay competitive. In addition, individuals can partner with friends or acquaintances with complementary skills to create a successful business. Mr. Dapo also spoke about the first, second, and third curve principle, which encourages individuals to have a plan B and C in place before their current business declines.

In conclusion, the opportunities for success are available to anyone who is willing to put in the effort. With God’s help, success is possible, but it requires faith and works. Take the first step towards creating a business or service that utilizes your competencies, and God will bless the work of your hands. Have a great day!

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BABY , I LOVE YOU

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My dear gentlemen, when was the last time you looked at your wife and said, “Baby, you look amazing?” When was the last time you thanked your wife for always being there for you, the children, and the family? When was the last time you took your wife out shopping for herself, to a candlelight dinner, or a lovely weekend away for two? When was the last time you bought her flowers, chocolate, or perfume? When was the last time you made her breakfast in bed? When was the last time you kissed and hugged her goodbye on your way to work? When was the last time you said to her, “I LOVE YOU”?

My dear Ladies, when was the last time you looked at your hubby and said, “Baby, you are the best hubby ever. I thank God for you?” When was the last time you bought him a gift that wasn’t for his birthday or Christmas? When was the last time you made him breakfast in bed? When was the last time you bought things for the house without asking him for a refund? When was the last time you kissed and hugged him on your way to work, or when he left for work? When was the last time you dressed up sexy for him? When was the last time he came home from work and found you all dressed up, ready to take him out for dinner and you paid? When was the last time you said to him, “I LOVE YOU”?

Ladies and Gentlemen, when was the last time you prayed together, apologized to each other after an argument, slept together in the same bed, shared how your day went with each other, prayed with the children together, made important decisions together, made love passionately, or thanked God for the day you met each other?

To all of you, I say thank God for your lives. The journey has been full of surprises, and you still have a long way to go. Let’s learn from our experiences and strive to make our lives as happy, fulfilled, enriched, and interesting as possible….LOVE YOU.

Marriage, a love story.

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Marriage is meant to be a love story, played out by 2 main characters and some sub characters (family, children , friends etc) , but sometimes the main characters are more than 2 , sometimes they are 3. In this context we will use a marriage between a man , wife and his mistress or her mister.
Marriage is meant to be for better or worse in all aspects but as we all know it doesn’t always pan out like that, once the love story begins external factors creep in to dictate the way the story goes.

One of the scenes that crops up in the story is extra marital affairs. Now often times when you ask the partner why they stepped out on their partner it often relates around these most common excuses- sex, money, loneliness, selfishness, lack of contentment , no or not enough children or extended family influence and newly obtained status. ( in the context of this conversation we will call the partner that steps out PSO)

For this narrative we will take them one at a time and try to look at the issues from both sides-

STATUS – The PSO, believes the current partner no longer fits into their status, doesn’t want to be seen with them in public feels ashamed of the partner and sees them as a threat to his or her current status .

One of those in favour says –

” I tried to bring my wife up to status, when I married I was already top management , she was an OND holder, she could not hold intelligent conversations or speak proper English but I loved her , i was ready to help her , I asked her to go back to school on my expense, I was ready to wait for her to complete her education. But she wanted babies first, after 2 babies , she was on longer interested in going back, so I got her a home tutor. , eventually the tutor had to leave cos my wife frustrated her efforts, I took her out to a couple of corporate dinners and outings with friends and she totally embarrassed her self and me . After that I stopped taking her out to dinner for work or with friends. My job entails a lot of corporate meetings at which you are expected to turn up with your partner if you are married. I started hanging out with a bright young lady, intelligent and smart , I then realised what I was missing, one thing lead to another and I had an affair with the young lady.”

One of Those against says-

“I met my wife when we were both in school, I graduated as a lawyer and she a philosophy major. We stared our life’s together immediately after uni, as the years went by I got a job with a top law firm and rose quickly to become a partner , my wife taught at a private school not too far from our home. As my status grew so did my income , I decided to ask my wife to resign and opened up a spa and beauty salon for her, as she had always dreamt of, I regularly send her abroad to go shopping so she can buy and dress fashionably , I buy her a new car every couple of years and enrolled her on a part time masters class. Now she rolls with the top flyers like me, am proud of her , she might not be skinny like some but I love my ‘ rolly prolly ‘, as I fondly call her “

WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW!

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Dear ALL,

There was a story of a young man century ago who had a dream of going to the United States. He worked hard and saved everything he could to finally buy himself a ticket. The price took everything he had and soon he boards a ship sailing for America. Throughout the trip, he would see people heading toward the dining room to eat. He knew he could never afford the cost of even one snack….

so when he was hungry, he would go back to his room and eat from the paltry, dwindling supply of crackers and peanuts. Eventually he ran completely out of food, but he was determined to avoid complaining. He knew that in time he would soon get a job and eat all he wanted. Somehow he managed to survive the Atlantic crossing.
A couple of days before the scheduled dock in New York Harbour, the ship captain asked, young man I have noticed that you neither come to breakfast or lunch or dinner. Is there some reason?” The young man responded, “Sir I must admit that I spent all my savings just to pay for this ticket and I didn’t have anything left over to buy any meal.” “My goodness,” the captain exclaimed. “I am so sorry that you misunderstood. The ticket includes all the meals! Some things the young man didn’t understand robbed him the privileges his tickets conferred on him!

Living a blessed life is what so many people have not reckoned with in our world. It has been said that we would all be remembered for two basic things, either the problems we were born to solve or the ones we created for others. We must begin from this morning to live consciously on the cutting edge and see life as a gift and a privilege.
Too often, we tend to forget that those things we don’t reckon with have the tendency to affect us adversely, bitterness, malice, un-forgiveness can affect our emotional health. Living a life of joy, peace , love , forgiveness and fulfilment pays better than keeping grudges. We must never allow those things we don’t know rob us of the opportunities to develop relationships with others. Remember, you can never become the centre of the universe , no matter the opinions we hold about life issues. Make each day count, God bless you as you do.

TOUCHING LETTER BY AN ABUSED WIFE TO HER HUSBAND BEFORE SHE DIED

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This touching letter was written by Ireland-based Nigerian, late Mrs. Omodolapo Yetunde Jagha(Nee Olotu) also known as Dolapo GoodGod who was buried in Ireland few weeks ago. I read it and felt it will be wrong of me not to share it with my friends.



I bid you farewell…

I am grateful to God that I will rest in His bosom and I am more grateful because I have always wanted this opportunity to speak my mind even unto death. I guess you are surprised that even the dead can air an opinion; in my case I really wanted to because I knew that God was preparing a place for me and that is where I will be.

Do not weep for so long because I found eternal peace in Him. The very peace that has eroded me in about twelve years of my God given years (at the time of this writing I am forty-one years of age and I have been married for twelve years).

This is my story………

I am Yetunde nee Olotu as I am fondly called by my immediate family in Nigeria but here I am being referred to as Omodolapo Jagha as named by the love of my life. Now, I am Dolapo GoodGod , the surname I adopted when I realized that I no longer have a husband who will be there for me. The very man I should expect to be the Master of ceremony at my burial, the man you think would miss my departure the most but unfortunately not. I believe my estranged husband is glad that he is now free from the bondage called marriage.

Noble Jagha, I hope you feel so happy now that your prophesy to Maryam Hassan and other girlfriends of yours that I will soon die so you can marry them is now fulfilled. The truth is that my body may be dead but my hope of glory in heaven is constant as God lives. I may not be here again but I am so sure you will never find anyone to love you the way I did.

You were my first love, the very man who deflowered me but turned his back on me years after that I was not good on bed (not sexy enough for you), I was not good at cooking but I managed to learn and cook your local meal of Starch and Banga. He said, “I was so paranoid” because I complained that you are only comfortable making phone calls in the car and returning home at midnight.

You finally abandoned me and the children in December, 2012 after all the mental and physical abuse I suffered from you. You could not face the wrath of law as I got a safety and protection order against you because I was afraid that you would eventually take my life. While you lived with us, you were of no use, as you were not readily available to do your matrimonial and fatherly duties.

How painful it was to take the twins to school walking all the way from Ongar to Little Pace, sometimes after getting a chemo. Even when I pleaded with you to look after the kids when I have appointments at the hospital you refused. Thank God for the Irish government (HSE) that provided me with home help (Margaret), my cousin, grandma Odelade, Sola and S. Bimbo (my wonderful sisters in church), my friend, confidant (Gbemi) who stuck to me like a sister, she is known in all our kids’ school as their guardian because you were not there.

You found solace in your numerous, “your attraction” as you referred to the choir leader and probably your new sizzling romance Sheila Luxembor whom you kept my kids with without my consent. I hope she told you I rang her and made peace with her when I did no wrong (Yeah, I did this to secure my heaven). Hhhhmmmm..the Lord is my strength.

Oti, how do you feel after physically and mentally tormenting me? You can now be happy that “the living corpse” (as you often referred to me) in your home has finally gone to be with God. You no longer have to hit me or pounce on me anymore.

In death I have forgiving you because I loved you but I hope you are able to forgive yourself…….? I cannot forget in a minute how I felt so let down that I took to my heels and sought refuge in that sister’s place and later on at the women’s refuge. I am sure your defense is that I died as a cancer patient but I believe I could live a day longer if you were there for me…… I went through the pains of Cancer lonely! Rather than supporting, you rejected me.

Isn’t marriage meant to be for better or for worse.….? I hope when I remember how childish you were for taking the boot you bought for me and returning the wrist watch I bought for you I can peacefully sigh a relief for leaving this cruel world.

You were so mean to me! Oti, you were really mean to Emmanuella too. How could you ill-treat your own children because they are girls? I have all the horrible text messages you sent to me documented; psychologically you killed me before my death.

Pastor Jagha, a man of God! The church has failed in their duty to help you from fallen, they have pampered you for doing wrong in order to save their face and invariably they have failed me. Church is meant for sinners irrespective of their position and as such no one should be above chastising.

I hope after my demise our father in the Lord would have enough evidence to correct the wrong of my beloved husband. No wonder my so-called husband was able to trick the church who also lured me to take off the safety and protection order and stop me from getting a separation that I so long for.

On my dying bed I made copies of telephone bills showing his immoral communication with a worker in the church at Athlone but there was still no sufficient evidence.

The church that should be a place of refuge became a place of torment for me. I hope you can also enjoy your new relationship with Sheila, I learnt you told some of your church members that I asked her to look after my kids because I was sick in the hospital whereas she keeps malice with me just because of your sex romp with her. Oti, you left my children at home for two days and went to sleep with your girl friend in Athlone. You also asked my under-aged children to travel on bus to Athlone by themselves while I was on the hospital bed. I loved you but you failed me and you know it.

The bitter pill that I have to swallow is the fact that I can no longer be there for my lovely girls .Their beloved father despised them so because I could not make a male child (you claimed that I was unable to have a boy child because I did not drink from the anointing oil which you asked me to drink and that makes you detest me too). I am deeply sorry that I did not drink it; maybe that would have spared me of some lashes.

Our lovely first daughter at age twelve said, “Mummy I don’t think I will get married” This is as a result of the abuse that my child suffered from our marriage. If you are a loved one and you know my daughter, please help me say to her that marriage is to be enjoyed and not endured. I want her to be married and make me proud!

Oti, why do you always run away from your problems rather than resolving them? You left Nigeria because of your involvement in fraud at the bank which you never resolved. As I speak you owe my mother a sum of one million, two hundred thousand naira which you have no plan to repay. How come you had issues even with your own sibling in the U.K to such an extent that you poisoned her? That is the more reason why I was so scared for my life.

You are such a difficult person, the community welfare officer , our GP, Olive at Hartstown , the Child protection unit at Finglas and our father in the Lord tried their best to advise you to no avail. You were not ready to make me happy.

Noble Jagha, you wanted me dead as soon as possible. I still wonder why you refused to come with me for separation times and again when I asked that we should part ways. I know your intent may be to make gains from my years of labour at Anpost. I worked so hard to pay the rent, to feed us and even paid some of your fees to pursue your MBA.

Despite all my effort you were never satisfied, even on my sick bed you demanded for money. I hope you are happy that you have them all and you can feed your numerous girlfriends with them.

I plead with you and I besiege all that reads this to appeal to you that you do the following after my demise which is of utmost importance (I hope you will heed advice for once).

1. That you may put in trust/fixed deposit for my daughters all monies raised from my burial and benefits from my workplace having paid all expenses incurred and other personal loan taking from my friends during my period of illness. My daughters need to know I care for them even in my grave.

2. That, I have a will in which I have named the executors to my will and joint custodians of our children. The lawyer will keep you posted in due course, please adhere!

3. Oti you can also pay any money that you owe from the monies before the account is opened.

4. Kindly pay my mother the money you owe her too before the account is fixed.

5. I want my mother to be a part of my children’s life, please don’t deprive her.

6. Oti make peace with my family and friends (stop making enemies out of the people that helps me).

Oti, it may surprise you but I have to let you know that I have the password to your facebook account and email accounts! How come I am not on your friend list? Why did you also refuse to tell me the cause of your mother’s death? I know she died of cancer! Hmmmm

Oti does not love me; he could not stay with me in sickness despite the fact that I loved him more than my children. Hhmmmm

I hope my mother can forgive me for not heeding her advice in respect of my choice of marriage and I pray that God gives her and my father the fortitude to bear this irreparable lost.

It is too late to cry when the head is off.

Thank you for not leaving me alone in my time of troubles and needs my sisters, thank you sister for going to Olive’s school, please follow up with Emmanuel as planned, I don’t want my children to suffer. I am so worried. I am tired. I don’t want you people to go, don’t leave me alone. I want someone to sleep here with me tonight.

Signed.

Omodolapo GoodGod

#Be Inspired Podcast-ABUSED

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“When you forgive, you in no way change the past,  but you sure do change the future.”Meltzer

#BE INSPIRED PODCAST -Change is Now

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“The secret of change is to focus all your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new”-Socrates. its time to make that move from where you are now to where you need to be. Do not let anyone tell you, you can’t do it. Take a chance on yourself, one day at a time and you will surely get there. Listen to the Podcast and I pray you will be blessed.

MY FATHER , MY HERO

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Having a loving and caring father is a blessing that should be cherished. I was fortunate to have a father who sacrificed everything to keep my dreams alive. For those who do not appreciate their fathers, my story is a reminder of the sacrifices and love they give every day of our lives.

Growing up, I had a different upbringing from most young ladies. I never knew my mother as she died during childbirth. My father became everything to me. He plaited my hair, taught me about boys, helped me through painful period pains, and the awkward puppy love stages. We were not wealthy, but we were comfortable. My father and I lived in a two-bedroom apartment, and he had a nice car. He would wake me up every morning, ask me to have my bath, and have my uniform, undies, socks, and shoes ready for me along with breakfast. He would take me to school and pick me up and take me to his office when school ended. I would sit with his secretary for an hour until 5 pm when he closed. On the way home, he encouraged me and told me I could become everything I desired to be if I put my mind to it. He taught me how to pray and put God first in everything I did.

One day, I asked my father if it was true that we all turn out like our parents, and if our parents are determined and strong people, they will make it, and so will we if we do what they did. I said I wanted to be successful like him. He held me and looked straight into my eyes and said, “You want to be better than me, and you will be my Angel. That’s my prayer for you, and every good parent prays for that.” He would come home with little gifts for me, which he would present to me once I told him how my day went. This continued until I was 20 and graduated from university.

On my graduation day, my father did not show up. I called and called his number, but he did not pick up. The ceremony started, and I looked up when I received my certificate, and I saw my uncle and aunt waving at me in the crowd. I was relieved and guessed my father was there somewhere. I collected my certificate and ran back to meet them. As we approached their car, I saw my cousin and grand uncle, but I did not see my father anywhere. I kept asking for him, and my aunt said he had a bit of a fall, and we would go see him now.

Instead of driving home, we were driven to the hospital. I ran to the ward area and found my father connected to tubes and in a coma. I was told he was working at a construction site, fell, and hit his head. “Construction site?” I asked. “My father is a manager in a company. What’s he doing at a construction site? Why would he be there?” I was hysterical. The doctor felt it was better to sedate me so I wouldn’t go out of my mind.

The next morning, I woke up and asked where my father was. My aunt held my hand and said, “My darling, it’s time. You are old enough to know the truth. This is the story of your father.” My brother, your father, lost his job when you were 11. He was let go due to the company downsizing, and there was nowhere to absorb him into. The owner asked him to ask for anything he wanted. He said he wanted the use of the company car for one hour in the morning and evening and also the use of an office for the same one hour in the evening. They obliged him because he had worked there for so long and was a good worker.

My father sacrificed everything to ensure that I had a good life and education. He went without food to save money for my college fund and never wanted me to know about his struggles, for fear of discouraging me. His selflessness and love have shaped me into the person I am today, and I will always be grateful for him. To those who have fathers like mine, cherish them with all your heart, and to those who don’t, reflect on the sacrifices your father has made for you and show him the love he deserves.

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WANTS NOT NEEDS…

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What’s going on with me? Why do my emotions fluctuate so much? Sometimes I’m all in, ready to take on anything, and the next moment I’m completely repulsed. It’s like my feelings are bouncing around like a yo-yo. My personal assistant, Anna, has been profiting from my indecisiveness. Every time I say “terrible” or “disgusting,” she charges me a dollar. I should probably watch my language around her, but I have no idea how much I owe her at this point.

Have you ever looked at a wealthy and influential friend, business associate, or relative and thought, “That’s the person I need to get me out of my financial troubles”? It’s not rocket science – invest in a business with other people’s money, but make sure you’re not getting cheated out of your own brilliant idea.

It’s not fair that atheists and unbelievers seem to have tons of money while devout Christians struggle to make ends meet. But here’s what God said in Deuteronomy 28:12 – “The Lord will open the heavens, the storehouse of his bounty, to send rain on your land in season and to bless all the work of your HANDS, you will lend to many nations but borrow from none…” Notice the key phrase “bless the work of your HANDS.” This means that you actually have to work on something for it to be blessed. Remember the faithful servants in the Bible who were given talents by their master? Two of them invested wisely and were rewarded, while the one who buried his talent had it taken away.

So, what have you done with all that God has given you? Don’t just complain about being broke – find something to work on and get paid for it. Not all businesses require a lot of money to start – you can offer a service with your time and still earn a living.

Fasting and praying for financial blessings won’t do you much good if you’re not also putting in the work with your hands. God will provide for your needs, but you still have to go out and get what you want.

Well, that’s enough of my ranting for now. I have a meeting to attend, but I’ll be back soon.

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