What we Learnt This week


            Finally, November ends and with it, some important events I’d really love to participate in but can’t, because I haven’t got time or money like NaNoWriMo, NaBloPoMo, Thanksgiving and Black Friday. All the same, the last week of November was a great week and here are a few things we learnt from it:

1.    The Prices of Xbox One and PS 4 are not coming down any time soon


How do I know this? The answer is simple; those new game consoles are making megabucks right now. With PS 4 and Xbox One selling over a million units within their first respective 24 hrs, I don’t think the first thing on either Sony or Microsoft’s minds is to reduce the price of their respective best selling gaming consoles at the moment. However, good news arrives, well not so good news, according to this article by Nick Statt on CNET, the next best bet is on game bundles, which I assume to be a great bargain if I do say so, myself. You could buy a console and a game to play on it at once? That sounds awesome. Anyways, if you don’t want bundles and you don’t like spending more than the equivalent of $400 in your currency for a game and you’ve been waiting anxiously for a price cut on either of the consoles, get your sorry, frugal, ass to the game store and buy it for what it costs now, because it isn’t getting any cheaper anytime soon.

2.    Where there is no Cristiano Ronaldo, there is a Bale


Ever since his mega money move from Tottenham Hotspurs to Real Madrid, the current world’s most expensive player, Gareth Bale, has been under immense scrutiny; every single person wants to point their finger at him. He kicks a ball wide, he’s a flop, he makes a pass that doesn’t connect, he’s a flop, he jumps for a header but doesn’t get the ball, and he’s a flop. So many accusations for one man who just got to a new club in a new country playing a new style of football, in a new league not more than 3 months ago; its uncanny. And then comes the injury to Cristiano Ronaldo and Gareth Bale shows his worth with a superb free kick against Galatasaray in the UCL and a hat trick against Valladolid in La Liga. I for one, remember how Real Madrid play without Ronaldo, its like watching a bunch of chickens kicking a rubber ball around and then managing to score a goal or two and running away to victory, no real entertainment. But in Bale, Real Madrid has the second stand out man they have needed for way too long. Bet his critics are in their niche hiding now that the Welshman has risen to the occasion, but I’ll be expecting them to come at him when he kicks the ball wide in any incoming match.

3.    Pastor Ade Teaches us How to Praise


In the city of Donetsk, every Sunday the Doxa City Church, Donetsk, holds a church service at Artema 131a behind Stolichniy hotel. This previous Sunday was no different and everything seemed to be going according to plan: Opening prayer, a few songs, TOL, Praise and worship, testimonies, Choir ministration, another round of worship, Main message, announcements, offering, share the grace and go home to continue the sad routine that is the life of a foreign student. Then along comes Pastor Ade from Zaporozhe right before the offering is given and he raises song that changes everything. He doesn’t sing songs by Israel and New Breed, Ron Kenoly, Hillsong or Marvin Sapp but he praises God the way he knows how, the way we know how; in typical Nigerian praise. The people sing, the people dance, its obvious the previous praise session didn’t show any of the congregations’ potentials. The best part of the praise session is that we know the songs and the songs know us too well, then we sing and dance till the atmosphere changes. The offering basket goes round and for the first time in the church, it’s as if people want to give their money away. They place their envelopes in the baskets with smiles on their faces, like it’s not a formality anymore. Thank you Pastor Ade, God bless you richly, may you continue to grow in grace more and more and more.

Autumn Yellows

Autumn 2012Ah! Autumn, the time where the city is at its peak of beauty, with trees bearing leaves that look more yellow than the cornea of a person with jaundice, garnished by the tinge of magenta that comes with the clear sky. William Yeats captured it well enough when he said, “The trees are in their autumn beauty, and the woodlands paths are dry. Under the October twilight, the water mirrors a still sky”. Its that time of the year when people put on sad excuses for sweaters and complain about the subtle cold that seems like devilish chills after the atmospheric sauna that was the summer

There are a few things I love about autumn. Firstly, the name autumn: it sounds like what you’d name the prettiest girl in the world. Maybe its just my inner linguist talking but any word that puts two vowels close together always gets my vocabulary juices flowing. Autumn sounds like the something good, something relieving, something that heals; it makes me want to make more of myself. Secondly, the leaves: Oh! The yellow leaves, which mimics the color of a jaundiced Caucasian. They are shiny and dry and amazingly half dead. And then they fall, fall to the ground in a swaying motion, taking their time to make sure every bit of their life was worth it. Like they are heading for eternal rest in the bosom of some amazing dry-leaf goddess that would take care of them for eternity. It likens to the resolution of a movie, the part where the bad guy finally dies and good prevails, the part where you get to understand the twisted mind of the antagonist, the part where the insecure girl falls for the captain of the basketball team, the part where the prodigal son returns.

Autumn is my favorite part of the year. It lies between a moment of joy and a period of work. It is the perfect transition from reward back to labor. It inspires me. That as those leaves fall, one after the other, I shed my skin, and I give away every bit of myself back to the world that has given me so much. It makes me see me the way I ought to see myself, as naked; that nothing lasts forever. That the glories which sprouted in spring and blossomed in summer have faded away and once again I have to earn the right to be who I want to be. That I can’t be perfect no matter how hard I try. That no matter how much I blossom, there are just some things I can’t fight against. It reminds me that I am indeed insufficient. That I have limits and that the leaves with which I shield myself will one day turn yellow and fall away.

Best of all, it reminds me that it’s time. Time to work hard to make my leaves grow again, time to settle down and protect myself from the fiery winter, time to go into the dark and study hard, and most importantly, time to prepare to blossom in the upcoming spring. Because I have now come to see that the joy of success beats the pain of the process anytime, any day.