Peace is a verb

I saw this and a light-bulb kinda went off in my head, like ding-ding-ding-guilty! Maayyyybbbe I don’t over-analyze with boys (don’t verify that fact) but oh, I do over-analyze everything in between. I have over-analyzed 2016 already and worried myself to death over it. Recently, I had to make a one-day to and fro trip so I had to catch an early morning flight. Over the days leading to the day of the trip, I constantly stressed out about making it to the airport in time, what if I wake up later than 3am (my mom says my sleeping method is a talent…I will Mayweather Jonah in a competition without breaking a sweat), what if I didn’t wake up late but the cab driver didn’t show up? What if the cab broke down on the way? What if something that looks like coke suddenly materializes in my carry-on (like what the shiznit???!), what if the plane refused to take off (oh, for real?!). I can go on…

For all my stressing out about stuff, what will be will be. And what usually ‘be‘ is that everything always go really well. And for the ones that do not, stressing out over them doesn’t make them better. My very smart big sister often warns me about this attitude, particularly about always depriving myself of fun and good stuff, saving up for ‘rainy days’, only for some other people to swap the money for their rainy days. I often privately have a good laugh at myself over that.

November is here, 2015 is on its way out. This year hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be. And thinking about that, I am reminded of this:

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid” John 14:27 (NIV)

In the words of Lara George, how can we forget that He is Shalom??? Peace is an action word, over-analyzing the future or the past even, is not gonna change either situations, leave it and move on.

His huge, fat nose in my teeny-tiny biz

I got on the bus heading home and brought out my phone to check my messages like a bonafide cell phone junkie. It was a very short ride, the bus was packed full and I definitely could have waited till I got home but the withdrawal symptoms no gree me, I was almost physically scratching. *sighs* I checked my bbm and there was a message (my itch is getting scratched, yay!). It was a very short message (not so ‘yay!’ anymore) but from my boyfriend. He said ‘Have a great day babe’.

Now the dude beside me was peering into my phone (like he took me to the store, asked me to point to the phone I wanted and when I chose the phone, he bought it, bought the case, screen guard and loaded 100k credit on it).

  As if peering into my phone was not disgraceful enough, he decided to open his mouth.

Him: ‘Is that your boyfriend?’

Me: *silence*

I would think anyone would be very afraid to get caught looking into a stranger’s phone. To think this one was so blatant scared me a little. “Wonder where he got his confidence from”, I said to myself.

Now my boyfriend has his dad’s picture as his display picture, his birthday was 2 days ago but some people just don’t have the change-DP-regularly fever. I am fully persuaded that that picture will be there till the another birthday he can’t ignore comes up.

  **And I digress…back to the matter**

So I am guessing this gbeborun looked at my message, saw the picture of the sender and decided to put his nose where blended dried pepper abounds.

When he realized no answer was forthcoming, he decided to pester me some more.

Him: So you are dating an elderly man?

Egbami! See me see wahala. Like who died and made him boyfriend police? I don’t understand why people like to beg for correct wozzing.

Me: (Not lifting up my head from my phone) “How does that improve your credit score or is it pinching you in your brains?”

I have a feeling he wanted to whack me upside the head but thought better of it. Well, what do u know, we are at my stop. Got off the bus leaving him to ponder on the wisdom of poking one’s nose in other people’s businesses, especially complete strangers. That is if he is not busy pondering why I refused to say “Sorry  sir, forgive me for dating who I want to date, please can you recommend yourself?”

I realized later when I thought about it that people will always try to meddle in your life. Some will even go further by forcing their opinions of how to live your life down your throat.

You are driving too fast/You are driving too slow.

You should be submissive to your husband/ You should stand up for yourself and not take crap from any man.

You should shave you armpits/ You should grow out you armpit hair and dye is bright purple.

Your make up is too much/ “Eeessh, did someone die? What’s with the bare face?”

Our world is filled with people that seem to know more about our lives than we know it. During a football game you will see people analyze how they will do better than the players or the coach even though they can’t put a ball in a net to save their lives. So what if I decided to date my daddy’s mate? Maybe I have found that mature wine tastes better and I have decided to stick with that. It is my choice and it is none of anybody’s business even if it hurts their sense of whatever. Don’t be bullied into living someone else’s life or running another person’s race. Find you, own it and rock it. We all can’t be the same shape, size or color, otherwise there will be no variety and excitement to life.

And those whom He thus foreordained, He also called; and those whom He called, He also justified (acquitted, made righteous, putting them into right standing with Himself). And those whom He justified, He also glorified (raising them to a heavenly dignity and condition or state of being). Rom 8:29 AMP.

The way God made us is the perfect way we can be. He is the only one who gets to complain about how we live. And He does that in complete love, no judgements. If anyone has complaints about you life, tell them to bugger off!

FINALLY GOT MY NEW YEAR RESOLUTION

Been hearing a lot about new year resolutions on TV the last few days and whenever I do, I just turn up my nose. Who needs new year resolutions, like those ever work right. Basically, I know what I’m gonna be doing in 2015 and it’s packed full already so no room for resolutions that are doomed to fail before they even start. As in I must hammer in 2015, by fire, by thunder! No room for bala bala.

So while I was busy turning up my nose at the new year resolutions of determined folks of the earth, I jejely went to read my Bible and I found mine. And down came the nose. I imagined God must have said  Boooyah!

“These are the  proverbs of Solomon, David’s son, King of Israel. Their purpose is to teach people wisdom and discipline…their purpose is to teach people disciplined and successful lives. 1:1-3. …fools are destroyed by their own complacency. 1:32b

I wanna hammer in 2015 right? Then discipline is the way to go. With television, internet, food, exercise, reading books, diet, time…DISCIPLINE.

‘No discipline is enjoyable while it is happening-it is painful! But afterwards there will be a peaceful harvest of right ( rich, successful, satisfying, comforting _________ *insert yours*) living for those who are trained in this way’

With this keyed in, *Kim Kardashian voice* let’s go hammer in 2015!