If I Could Change The World I Would…

Talented Writer Abimbola Oladapo shares her mind.

If I could change the world, I would change the mentality of the people of the world. I would re-structure the basic values system. I would.. I would… *sigh* A thousand and one things summed up in one, if I had only one chance, I would show to the world the right Road, the Reality, and the one Life-way- the Christ.

Funny, just like you, I’m only given that ONE CHANCE! One chance to “change” the world.. One chance to show the world the Road to follow.. Howbeit?!- My choices!!
I can CHOOSE to wear a constant attitude of love and kindness to all and sundry, whether or not they are nice or un-nice.
I can CHOOSE to make sure the few and un-few words that come out of my mouth bring life to the hearer(s).
I can CHOOSE to lend a helping hand to that old lady I met at the bus-stop- the one who almost tripped over.
I can CHOOSE to eat my gala and keep the wrapper until I get to the nearest trash can where I can discard it..instead of littering the floor like everyone else.
I can CHOOSE to…
I can CHOOSE to…

I can always CHOOSE to…! MY Choices are the ONLY determining factor.
YES!! I can show the world the Christ. I can give the world the Christ.. Only by my little actions, my words, my deeds.. and starting with my immediate environment- my dance group, my faculty classroom, my face-me-i-face-you room…
This is my reminder: If I can’t change my private world, I cannot change the public world..

WE got only ONE CHANCE (if WE could change the world…) .. I wouldn’t blow my one chance. Would you blow your’s?

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‘If I Could Change The World I Would…’

Without beating around the bush, Toyin Oladapo tells hers in simple words.

If I could change the World I would make sure love was constant in it because I believe lack of love on ‘these streets’ is the basic root of all vices in the world today.
I would ensure that at the very least everyone in the world loved not himself alone but had enough love to go round other people.
If i could change the world it would be a world where there’s absolutely no fear in asking for help or pouring out your heart to another lest you be mocked or out rightly condemned.

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‘If I Could Change The World I Would….’

IF I COULD CHANGE THE WORLD I WOULD…. By Bisi Osibogun

If I could change the world,

I would paint colours on turmoil

With a hope that it springs a rainbow

No storm, just the clear bright heavens.

But I can’t.

I can’t change the world but myself.

I have no power to change the world.

I do hope for the world to change; I hope for a transformation.

I pray that the immorality of this world will be dusked

The lust of the flesh will be tossed out

The corruption of the soul will be chucked out

And the murderous eyes plucked.

But it’s a prayer.

I say a prayer for the world and not myself.

I have the power to change my whole.

I need for my whole to change; I need a transformation.

Yet my heart yearns to hear the joy in laughter.

My ears tingle to feel the strums of love.

My eyes glitter to dissolve the food of loyalty.

My malnourished soul craves to feed with the treasure of light.

I look around and see the world to blame.

My heart I set to anger aflame.

Curses upon curses on the deceptive world based on fame.

In these times, it is seen that death, love and lust are same.

Oh yes, I do wish I could change the world

But change it to what exactly?

A replication of me should do just fine?

But I’m yet to be changed; to be blameless.

Then will my heart leap for the joy in laughter.

My eardrums will play the tunes of love.

My eyes will throw up loyalty.

My nourished soul will be lightened.

I can’t cause the change unless I myself change.

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‘If I Could Change The World I Would…’

Hello guys! I asked a few
friends to share what they would do if they could change the world. The next series of posts are not mine.

IF I COULD CHANGE THE WORLD I WOULD….. By Sonose Osedeme.

Taking a long look at the world of today, one can see that the entire world is in a state of moral jeopardy and decadence. The moral structures erected by our forefathers are in a state of dilapidation, doused with corruption. No one is left out, from the day old infants to the near death aged folks. This makes me wonder what would be of the coming generation. If it were in my capacity to change the world, so that the coming generation would meet a near perfect world for them to live in, I would.

Firstly, I would make sure that children and teenagers do not have free access to the internet; as it is the doorway to all sorts of unnecessary exposures. There would be measures to regulate the use of the internet amongst teenagers. Next, I would flush out the existing government and replace with sensitive, young and passionate people. Nearly dead people would not be eligible for being in government. I would put Christians at the helm of affairs; by Christians I mean spirit filled and led folks, not nominal Christians now; then there would be no case of persistent power failure, strikes of all sorts, and all the presently existing anomalies. I would make sure that the dreams of young people are financed by the government thereby encouraging the concept of entrepreneurship. I would put a ban on the importation of inferior goods and would promote the exportation of home grown and made products. I would fix the death holes that we have as roads, and free healthcare would be made available to all bona fide citizens of countries by the government. Education would not be neglected and taken for granted as it would be at the top of annual budgets. Abortion would be made a criminal offence and would be equated with murder. Rape would be punishable by castration and amputation. Wife battery would be punishable by amputation also.

I know it’s not possible to change the world on a large-scale and at once, but I am beginning in my own little sphere, my own world , and my influence will spread to the larger world.

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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.