NOT AGAIN!

 Not again! This can't be possible again, I muttered, with tears flooding through my eyes...

 I wobbled up like a sick vehicle floundering to come alive

The tears in my eyes were romancing the rain falling from the sky, indeed I was crying but no one could notice my tears that were being shed in the rain

The only thought that was scanning through my heart is Mr. Man, you better kill yourself

Indeed, my existence was nothing short of emptiness but before I bowed my head into the arms of the death— permit me to submit my unpleasant report to mama, I said

There I go again, I went straight to our ancient home molded with bricks, the exact one, my forefathers sweated to erect with their last penny before they were captured by death in the ancient days, I was more than anxious to scream out my heart to mama, stating, Mama I lost the job again and now I know my world is world

I was ready to tell her about the lady I crave to have around my world, I was ready to tell her about the mansion I desire to buy for her on her next birthday, I was ready to tell her how I have planned to unleash my generation from the shackles of destitution.

It saddens my heart to say, the very moment I stepped my feet into her room laced with bamboo, I met her lying lifelessly on her bed — the double version of tears immediately flooded through my eyes with so much pain eating my heart alive

I am now like a weightless kite being tossed around under the tutelage of a wicked wind...

I am like a door without its key

I am like a full book without a single letter written inside...

I have once heard of the double portion of anointing but now this is the double portion of calamity displaying its raw version on my destiny— I thought

Mama; I was a cargo delicately  wrapped in her belly, well enveloped for 9 months and she singlehandedly nurtured me into a full-grown man

She always said, my boy, you will be great!

Not again, mama, that was not what you told me, you told me to be stronger than my battles and now you are gone, how would I be able to face the trials of life without you, mama?

My invisible strength is gone!

I rested my head on her chest, profusely wailing like a baby recently delivered into a wicked world...

It took me many months to regain my voice as a result of my mother's demise...

I guess you might be craving to ask about my father, it was quite unfortunate because I didn't grow to know him, I was only told, he was an industrious man, who died of cancer while serving the bloody government—  my mother ranted!

Not again is a rhetorical statement on the lips of many Nigerians floundering for survival under the arms of trials of life...

At a point in our lives, we always tend to utter this rhetorical phrase“ Not again”

Failure, disappointment, and rejection might push us to this utterance “ Not again”

Not again, why am I passing through this ugly guck?

Life on its own is evil, as a matter of reality, it took God pain to redeem the heart of the world deceitfully captured by the devil through the ransom of his only begotten son

There are so many instances of life that have never failed to leave us into the arms of wonderment and sometimes we begin to question God, “clamoring not again”

Listen, we need to build a spiritual muscle to combat and resist the ugly guck of life

Our ability to give thanks to God during our dark seasons provokes the hands of God to work wonders in our lives...

After all, we are human beings, it is practically difficult to smile where our hearts have been embittered with pain

We must be ready to work to the point of praising God in all seasons (dry and rainy seasons)

We must pray for divine ability to work so fine with God at all times

To gain access to the heart of immortals, we must be ready to work like immortal beings, even though we are mortal beings...

We are mortal beings that will undoubtedly bleed with just a punch; a mortal being that will scream just at the pinch of a pin, a mortal being that wails at the loss of loved ones...

We are human beings, blood and veins are part of our compositions

Of course, I wouldn't fail to dispute the fact that, sometimes our emotions could push us to the height of engaging in nasty things...

To lose ourselves into the arms of immortal, we must ask for the grace to be consciously active for God in the face of trials of life

We must ask for the enabled skills to hoist in praises at every second of our lives and this often releases uncommon miracles…

To bring down the hands of the supernatural, we must be ready to walk with him supernaturally...

“We must not fail to recognize his supremacy as God, no matter what might come our way”

We must be ready to commit the totality of our lives into praising him

The secret of great men is not vested in their skills, it is vested in their ability to praise God at all times