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DAMIWRITES

DAY 1 –

And the voice of the Lord came to DAMI in the middle of the Barcelona-ManCity match and said “can a man touch a Live wire and remain the same?” and I answered saying “thou knowest

One hot Harmattan afternoon during a fast as I was flipping through the believer’s dictionary I found out that one word was conspicuously missing. At first I considered it to be an error from the editors of the book but I later found a footnote etched in blood:

“The word Impossible is blotted out of the dictionary of the believer. He walks with God and as such impossible is nothing. The believer has impossibilities and uncertainties for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He is wall-to-wall Holy Ghost. His intestines are lined with adamantium, able to resist the corrosive nature of all earthly difficulty. His face is set as flint!”

Yabba…

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THE BOOK REVIEW

Deeper Than You Think
By Adebola Ajayi

Written by an author with extensive biblical knowledge, Deeper Than You Think is geared to show its readers the importance of delving into God’s word to acquire sound doctrine for their lives.

Including everything from a comprehensive and concise overview of all 66 books of the bible to the practical how-to of study, the author provides essential insights into the bible.

This maiden edition is set to answer questions on the mind of its readers such as:
What exactly is the Old Testament?
How do the writings of the prophets fit into the time of the kings?
What happens between the Testaments?

In his highly informative style, Adebola Ajayi sparks off a desire and excitement in the heart of his readers towards the study of God’s written message.

It is a fantastic resource for seasoned students of the bible, young and growing believers and anyone planning to get serious about bible study!

Contact: 08171988279, 08063916512

Email: ajayishaven@gmail.com; mojiogunlola@gmail.com.

Price: N1500
ISBN: 978-978-902-538-1

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UP CLOSE WITH ADEBOLA AJAYI

Hey guys! Its been way too long. I know and I apologize. I had an interview with someone really amazing and I thought it nice to share our conversation. Read, Enjoy and Share.

Q: Tell me a little bit about yourself.

A: My name is Adebola Ajayi, or PD, as I am fondly called. Currently, I’m in my final year in the University of Lagos studying Economics. Born into a family of five, parents inclusive, I am 22 years old and currently not married (laughter), well not yet anyway. Hmm, what else can I say? Well, I’m a speaker by nature and by job description. I enjoy the company of my bible, prayer, a good book and an intelligent conversation.

Q: I hear you have written a book. Tell me about it.

A: YES, I have. The title is DeeperThanYouThink; AGuideToStudyingTheBible. It is designed to do three major things. First of all; it is designed to help you become familiar with the bible as a whole. Having been a pastor for a few years, I have come to realise that a major challenge people have with studying God’s word is a lack of familiarity with it. This makes it seem complicated, thus discouraging them from venturing into the depths of it, especially the writings of the prophets which I jokingly call the ‘sacred volumes’ because of the way people erroneously treat them. So this book helps you overcome such discouragement. Secondly, it is designed to give you an in-depth knowledge of certain portions of the bible. This it does by providing you with a summary of each book of the bible, among other insights. And thirdly, the book is designed to give you a detailed approach to building a substantial bible-study life, complete with the relevant tools to use in that pursuit.

Q: What propelled you to
become a writer?

A: Well, I have always been an
avid reader, even as a child. God bless my mother for she took the time to cultivate the reading culture in me. She used to call me a voracious reader from a very young age due to the volume of materials I couldread through in a short period of time. So the seeds of writing were planted in me. Before this book, I had written one or two things; write ups for bulletins, magazines and things like that. For this particular book, I believe two things propelled me. Firstly, I was led by God’s Holy Spirit and the need I saw all around me – and and beyond – for this topic. Secondly, the focus of my ministry is to get people back to the word by creating an interest in them to get into it. I have had people ask me over and again how to study the bible. So that also spurred me on to get this book out. After receiving the instruction in my spirit, I felt such a compulsion within me to get it done quickly, like one working against a stopwatch.

Q: What kind of books do you read?

A: Well genres like fiction, especially suspense, attracted me over the years, but now I spend my time reading majorly Christian books, especially books that teach me more about the bible and how to walk successfully as a Christian. I also read business books and biographies.

Q: What is the first book you ever liked and why did you like it?

A: The first book I vividly remember reading (there might have been a few before) which struck an everlasting chord in me was TheLeftBehindSeriesForKids. For the first time, I felt like I had come across a book I could relate towhich taught me about the end times and the bible in such an exciting manner. It was really an exciting read for me.

Q: Growing up, which book made the most impact on you and why?

A: Growing up, this book I just mentioned, The Left Behind Series, had a great impact on me for the reasons I mentioned. Also, books by the author John Grisham had their own impact. His style of imputing knowledge about the law into exciting and enigmatic story lines was captivating. For the first time, I learnt about a subject like that in a comfortable, captivating and exciting manner.

Q: Is there a book you wish you had written and why?

A: Hmm, I wish I had actually written a book which I call Operations Of The Spirit first. It has been burning and brewing in my mind for a while now, because after years of interacting with Christians, I have sensed a void in this area; the practical knowledge of operating the Spirit and getting results therein. If we are going to maximise our God-given roles and destinies on this earth, we will need adequate knowledge of this topic. So watch out for that one, it’s my next book and it’s coming soon.

Q: What makes you different?

A: Simple. Discovering my unique role in God’s agenda for the universe and walking in it.

Q: If you were stuck in a desert, which 3 books would you want to have with you?

A: Ah! Stuck in a desert ke? God forbid! (laughter) Just joking. Well I would definitely want my bible, a book on how to study my bible and a novel I can read over and again.

Q: If you could change the world, what would you start with?

A: Well, I will give the traditional answer because it is true; I would start with myself. This is truly the first place to start; building and developing myself till I get to a place where I can make a huge difference. As I like to say, a man who has been touched by God can indeed touch and change the world.

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A View Of The Interior

Hello guys! Sorry I haven’t written in a while. This post was inspired by the Holy Spirit. He told me someone needs to read this! Help Share. Thanks.

I was afraid to show you who I was
I hid and pushed you farther away
Not because I didn’t like you
No no no!
It was the other way around – I was afraid you won’t like ME

I felt so dirty and unbeautiful
To ME it was better you didn’t know the true ME than to see ME for who I was and say those words…
Those words would have tarnished ME

Yes! I was afraid of those words
“Why can’t ME be like them?” And blah blah blah
Comparing ME with others is what you would have done – I am sure of it!

My hands were covering ME
I held those hands tightly so you couldn’t breakthrough
We laughed and played but yet I didn’t show you ME
YOU noticed something was wrong
When I saw that I cracked a joke and made YOU forget

While I was tightly closing my hands to protect ME,
Jesus came and touched those hands
and they parted easily with no struggle coming from ME

He has seen ME
I broke down in tears
What was He going to say???
He was looking at me and had on the most amazing smile ever!
Like He just found a treasure

I said it couldn’t have been ME He was looking at
I looked back hoping to see BEAUTY but she wasn’t there
I pointed to ME and said “Can you see ME?”

He smiled the more and said ME is BEAUTY
He said and I will never forget “Let me take ME and make ME more BEAUTIFUL”
He did just that…

I ran back to show YOU ME before I could say anything YOU said ME is BEAUTY!
“How did you know?” I asked smiling.

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Finally!!! A Freestyle about me!

A friend wrote this, It is Beautiful!!! It made me cry. Enjoy!

Ten ten, a game the kids play, Reminds me of you, though you ain’t no kids play
You all grown now, can’t join when kids play
Soon ‘mama’ is what you’d hear a kid say
And you’d reply in that voice softer than silk
Ready to feed their person with more than milk
Praying the Spirit that fills you fills them
So that He’s with them when you not with them
Teach them to watch and pray
To read at night and walk by day
To find themselves early by looking inwards
Something that took mama time but has a lot of rewards To dedicate their youth to work for God
To show other youths what Love is worth
To be cheerful always like mama
And never forget self-denial is character.

Ebunoluwa’s Story

Ebunoluwa shared her story with me and so I thought it would be nice to share it with you. This is her story. Enjoy!

Ebun’s story…

The Hall looks so beautiful I thought to myself. My peers look smashing! Thank God I have this dress. To me I was the best dressed, never would I have imagined that my aunty would get this particular dress. It was the best thing that happened to me this year! And I mean it. I scanned through the whole room people were all smiles. What made them smile so much? I know their lives aren’t perfect, at least some have shared their personal experiences with me. Anyways what can they do? Even I myself was smiling. Things at home were upside down. I tried to stop thinking about it. Really I tried but it is my reality there is no point hiding or running away from it. If I had ever needed help from God it had to be now. I cried all through this week and yeah that’s what I remember doing…crying! I felt that God had totally deserted me. Where was He when my father was arrested days before my Graduation and Prom? Why couldn’t He just help me? Where was He?

After the recession in 2007 it seemed as though our finances had gone into recession too. I can’t remember anything good happening to us. It had basically been a struggle! I had to face the embarrassment of being sent out of school because of my school fees. I hated it. Not only that, my mother went to beg the Principal…he shouted at her…the whole school knew what she came for. That was the height! This made me remember a story my aunty told me a few years ago. It was about a boy who had no shoes and no! it isn’t about Goodluck! lol! He was sent out of the school because he didnt have shoes. Many years later he became rich and he heard that this principal was to celebrate his 70th birthday so he went. He presented to him the best shoes ever! The man was shocked and asked him why he did this since he didn’t know him at all. He said he did, just that he can’t remember that’s all. Then he told him that he was the same boy that he sent out of school because he didn’t have shoes. Now he has many and can buy as many as he so desires and that the shoes he brought for him were the best in Italy. I told my mother not to worry because I made up my mind there and then that I would succeed! No matter what it takes.

Back to the prom night, I was not only worried about my family but about my future! At that moment I didn’t have a clue whether I was going to gain admission this year to confirm my fears my friend had told me her result and I was certain she was going to make it because she scored more marks than I had in the J.A.M.B exams. If she scored that what would I get? And what chance do I stand? I wanted to enjoy the beautiful evening as it was going to be my last with some people. Awards were given out. The food was just there but really, I had no appetite. The day was rather short as it all ended quickly. I took dozens of pictures. I saw people I didn’t know were in my set…I said to myself where the hell have I been all this while? We all made the necessary reconnection with old friends. I didn’t want my friends to go that night. That night I slept with so many things on my mind. Now I look at the pictures. Those were just plastic smiles. Behind those smiles were…

Amazingly I got admission into school and my friend didn’t! Yeah the one that scored more marks than I had. From that day on I started to see God’s hand in my life. I didn’t have to worry about the future there was this peace that came over me. I got a full scholarship during my 2nd year.

It didn’t all happen so smoothly. I can recall in my second year in school when I was tired of the things happening to me. I made just one new year resolution.Yes! Just one. New year resolutions were the most annoying. I never fufilled up to half of them. Maybe if I could just have one, it would be easier to work with. That Single resolution was for me to find who God truly is. I had to start with my bible but by the time I got to the third month I couldn’t meet up with reading my bible every day. God must have seen my heart because he sent someone into my life that helped me spiritually, not only that but currently plays a major role in me achieving my destiny. The devil couldn’t just sit there happy with all that was happening. I would have been surprised because that would mean I’m not a threat to him. This devil came in the form of one of my lecturers. Let me call him Mr. B. Mr. B was always picking on me in class for no single reason. He called me to his office several times but I never went. He started calling my cell. Sending text messages. I didn’t budge. It was in Year 4 that I was assigned to this same Mr. B as my project supervisor. I think he actually worked it. I wanted to die when I saw the list on the notice board. This had to end once and for all. I went to confront him in his office, he tried to touch me. I would have been raped if the HOD didnt knock on his door. I took this up in prayers. I added fasting to it. During this fast, the calls, and the messages from him seemed to increase the more. I was frustrated. This was supposed to be my final year. I was going to confront him again this time with a Knife. No! No! I was not going to kill him I was just going to leave a reminder for him. All I remember was that I saw his wife crying with some of his things in her hands. I was overjoyed to say the least. Finally the nightmare was over, the school reassigned me to a new supervisor and they never said what happened to him.

I got my masters degree. Name it! What didnt I have? A good job? The Best husband ever? Beautiful kids? It’s really endless but most importantly I got to be a part of God’s vineyard. Yeah I am a minister of God’s word. My story is enough to tell you that God is on the throne and He sure is in charge.

I have a happy ending…

Have you lost hope???

Hang on He is coming to rescue you. Shalom

Ayomide…

 

I was searching through my locker in school for what to wear to class. It’s not like I had many choices because I go home on weekends to bring the exact number of clothes for the week. I found this black top that I liked very much. I put it on quickly packing my books into my bag at the same time. You might wonder how can anyone do both? Well, you will find out when you are already late for a class and the lecturer must not get to the class before you.

As I approached the Faculty of Social Sciences, I met Fisayo a very good friend of mine who also wore black. I teased him saying the spirit is one. He merely smiled then he dropped a heart breaking news – Ayo was dead! My first reaction was which Ayo? He then told me it was Ayo Akinmade. God will have to forgive me because when he told me Ayo was dead my mind went straight to another Ayo in my class. Not that I wish ill of anyone but his name did not pop up because he was really quiet and people didn’t really know him.

I still hadn’t processed the news. I was in total shock. Ok, at this point you really need to know the kind of person that I am. I should have been the last person in class to mourn or feel sober that he died because am usually dashing in and out of class and am not really friendly, am quiet and I prefer to sit still. Besides this was a guy, am usually careful with boys, I don’t get close to them. This is not to say that I don’t have boys as my friends, I do actually but they are very few. One boy in my class actually complained that it’s only girls that I talked to in the class. Oh well that’s just me!

Ayo is quiet and I’m quiet as well, so what could possibly have brought two quiet people together? The answer is Social Media! Facebook that is. I received a friend request from this guy Ayo Akinmade. I remembered him straight off because he caught my attention as we were going to write our statistics paper someday in year one second semester, he looked extremely fresh. His shirt was well starched and ironed compared to all those UME boys who have the reputation of being razz and all (Father Forgive me please!). We didn’t start to chat immediately. Until during the holidays when he said hi and that he saw me in redemption camp and that he wanted to call me but he refrained because he thought I would snob him. From then on we got really close, he made me laugh, told me everything or so I thought. We exchanged numbers. Our relationship deepened. We exchanged at least 10 text messages a day and this is not to exaggerate. Etisalat was very good to us because of the free text messages and bonuses. Then I told him that when school resumes I wouldn’t be talking with him like this.

All this while I was a Christian but my walk with God wasn’t solid. I got closer to God and I deepened my commitment as the semester began. I invited Ayo a few times to join the fellowship. He came but he wasn’t regular. Funny enough Ayo was a Pastor’s child but he was not really freaked the way I was about Christ. Our relationship waned gradually. I was more consumed with my walk with God. The last time I had a chat with him I was on my way back from fellowship, I was too tired and was very much in a hurry. I asked him why he wasn’t coming any longer. He said he didn’t know the venue. I saw that something was wrong with him. I asked him about a paper he had missed because there was a lack of circulation of information. He said he still had some problems with it and how he has to carry it over. I told him that I would pray for him. I didn’t! Actually I forgot.

My last conversation with him played in my memory as Fisayo told me he was dead. I wasn’t myself for the next one week. I couldn’t believe he was dead and I still can’t. The prayer meetings I handled were about how we should bless God because we are alive and those who are dead do not worry about whether they have a good grade or whether they have a carryover or not. All that mattered is your relationship with Jesus. Everyone in my class seemed sober, that lasted for about two weeks. We decided to have a candle light in memory of him. We contributed money and those boys spent a large chunk of it on booze. What the hell? Did they think it was funny? I even thought it was going to bring them to their senses and draw them closer to God but no it was just normal to them.

We visited his family. They warned us not to cry. But I couldn’t control myself. He was their first child and their only son. My heart went out to his mother. Ayo complained of slight headache and he was rushed to the hospital. It was then they discovered marks on his body and the Holy Spirit spoke to his father to ask if there was anything he wanted to confess. He said there was nothing. Soon afterwards he gave up the ghost.

Ayo’s mother still believes he was being forced to join a cult, which I believe also because of the notorious hall he stayed in and also because he was tall and very quiet on the outside. As a mother she advised us on living a godly life. She said she was looking through his things and she found out what he had written concerning his life, how he planned on going for masters abroad and all. It was just too much for me the tears came rushing again. She pleaded with us to bring forward any information that can help them to get to the root of their son’s death.

It would be one year in about a month’s time since Ayo was taken away from us. I wish he had told me I would have done an all night prayer for him. Would I have? Yes I would!!!!

I still think about him sometimes.

This is not a tribute.

I’m glad I finally put this to writing. I have been meaning to.