Semasaseun's Blog

The first thing you decide is to forgive those who have hurt you; the second thing is to pray for them. Another thing God tells you to do is to bless your enemies. To bless someone means to speak well of them and want good things for them. Refuse to talk unkindly about those who hurt you. Don't keep talking about what your enemies did; it only keeps the pain stirred up in you. The fourth thing you must do is wait. Don't give up. Keep doing what is right, and wait on God to change your feelings and He will. Power Thought: Forgiveness is a process; God gives me the strength to walk it out

As Christians, we often hear people quote Romans 8:37, which says we are more than conquerors. For years, I have pondered what being more than a conqueror actually means. I'm sure other people have different interpretations, but I have come to the conclusion that being more than a conqueror means you have such confidence that no matter what comes up in your life, you know that through Christ you can handle it. You know before you are ever faced with a problem that you're going to have victory over it. You believe you can do whatever you need to do in life. Therefore, you don't dread things, you don't fear the unknown, and you don't live in anxiety about what's going to happen. It doesn't really matter what the specifics of each situation are, you know you will be victorious through Christ. Power Thought: I am more than a conqueror through Christ

My sun has come The mist are gone We see in a distance Our long way home I was always yours to have And you are always mine We have love each other In and out of time From the sand to the stone Looking up to the blazing sun And first the tree struggle up From the forest flowers I had always loved you more You free your breed Give your head to the breeze It harm like a hive of honeybees I reached for in the mass For the sweet honeycomb there God knows how I love you are here You saw me blended by circumstances Lost, Aged and hurt by chance I screamed to the heavens Loudly scream in the nightmares of tragedy But finally, my sun has come The mist are gone We see in a distance Our long way home I was always yours to have And you are always mine We have love each other In and out, in and out of Time

Baba Risi surveyed the courtroom. Politics money is good o, it is not struggle money like all these car park dues, returns from agberos on the road and gate takings in the court. He had renovated the room and changed the chairs from the old mix and mash ones to new sparkling white plastic chairs. His own chair and table were now executive chairs, the type all those bank ogas put in their offices. “Why I no think of this politics thing since o,” he mumbled out loud to himself. He tapped the clerk and signaled him to call the next case. Rosco was not around today as he had gone to Ijebu to prepare for the party to “turn” his mother’s corpse over in her grave. Baba Risi was leaving after today’s cases for the party. No matter how much money was coming from the politics, he was not one to waste any source of income. If there was money to be made by opening the doors of the court today before heading to Ijebu, he was not losing it. A familiar young man stormed forward as ...

BABA RISI COURT - BLACKBERRY Q10 ******************************** The clerk continued to read the case “Mr. Kamson here says that his phone was stolen and wants this court to help him get the phone back.” “Mr. Kamson, shay you know wetin this court dey charge for search and rescue operation like this one?” Baba Risi asked. “Yes sir,” Kamson responded with a slight accent. “Good. Which area and which time dem collect the phone?” Baba Risi questioned further. “Near car park, like 1PM today” Kamson responded. “Rosco!” Baba Risi hollered and he came running from the door area. “Baba, your boy is loyal,” he said, throwing two hands in the air. “Which of these boys dey work for afternoon shift for motor park area for today?” Baba Risi queried “Baba, na Blood Tonic dey that side today,” Rosco responded. “Oya, call am say make he report for here in the next five minutes with all the phones things wey he harvest today.” Rosco immediately made the call and informed Baba Risi that Blood Tonic wou...

PURSUIT of MY HAPPINESS *********************** I have been taught never to brag But for now, i can not help it I have found my Garden A Garden of so many flowers Making my life so beautiful And just like the harp of David Playing to cure saul from agony My Garden gives me happiness I will be forever be grateful Why won't i be grateful? I have been cured from despondency Giving me a new sense of living To love and to be loved In my Garden, I can stand for hours Among its sweet narcissus It feel like eternity in it O'loneliness i curse the day you were born For thou has almost named me "emptiness" O' Garden thank God i found you Patience they say is a virtue Now i believe it is really true And this part of my life, I call it HAPPINESS"

 WAITING: The Agony of Loneliness ***************************** In faith and fear My weary soul waits for your return Waiting like Zangbeto statue in my village Just like churches and mosques await Their congregation -I am waiting for you I waited like cedar of Lebanon Standing in a solitary place Waiting helplessly in the cold arms of wind Waiting till the dark cloud glided above my head Waiting till cold weather painted me white Waiting in this limited boundaries Waiting and looking as ambition broke our intimacy Waiting to hold your hands - our daily rituals Time and needs disunited us We're dispersed by winds of struggle Each in this world, digging a fallow ground Lost in the globe, this same single world Demarcated by waters,  distance by mile Hidden by laws,  controlled by constitutions Restricted by policies, withheld by finance "walai"... This world is so big and far But I waited still in hope With blood running hot in my veins Waiting on the wing of time Wait...