Date Your Wife and Marry Your Girlfriend

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“Date your wife and marry your girlfriend” – Kurtis Smith, 2015

I can’t stress the above quote enough. Let me break it down.

Date your wife: Most people enter into relationships for various reasons. For companionship, to be taken care of (women are mostly guilty of this), for the sex (men raise your hands), for social acceptance, to blend in or even because of boredom. Only a fraction of relationships that start on such shaky grounds ever reach the altar and even so only a small percentage of them last 10 years happily.

But imagine, a man sees a woman in her flaws and envisions “forever after” with her. He looks out for her best interest at heart. Builds her. Supports her. Forgives her. Loves and cherishes her. He is dating his wife.

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Marry your girlfriend: Then they get married. From that wedding day, the title changes from wife to girlfriend. We have made the title “wife” heavy with too much responsibility. A wife should be this. A wife should be that. Too much pressure. Instead he treats her like his girlfriend. He doesn’t make her to wash/clean/cook and all those wifely mumbo jumbo. He takes her on dates, makes love to her anywhere and everywhere, spoils her, cocoons her in unbinding love. He is married to his girlfriend.

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So remember, when next you envision marriage. Try it the other way around. Date your husband and marry your boyfriend. YOLO should actually be YOMO. You Only Marry Once.  Don’t make divorce an option. Marry your boyfriend/girlfriend today.

#CoupleGoals: IG—>>>> @timi_dorgu and @ife_x.

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The Anger That Can Cook Food

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“No matter how hot your temper is it cannot boil water talk-less of yam”.

Put the heat of your temper to a productive use or better still do nothing. Remember it is the same fire that refines gold that razes a whole neighborhood. It is just the application.

Get angry at the devil not your fellow human being because as even Jesus said on his death ‘bed’, “father, forgive them for they know not what they do”.

Some people are just ignorant, not well trained, lack manners or just outright stupid. Don’t waste an ounce of energy getting upset over their unscrupulous actions.

They needed training but didn’t get it, so they need your prayers not your temper. Let them go.

Remember, getting angry is actually punishing yourself with the mistakes of others.

Everytime I get angry, I have to remind myself that “ex convict” is not a title I want to have for the rest of my life.

He who controls his anger, controls his life.

In the famous words of Buddha, “holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die”.

Relax and let it go……

The Bible Verse That Made Me Stop Clubbing

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I stepped foot into a night club for the first time in  September 2011 while undertaking my NYSC program and that itself was more out of curiosity than fun seeking. Always heard about clubs and desired to know what made people throng to clubs in search of fun/excitement.

My first day wasn’t as fun as I had anticipated. Drinks were too damn expensive, drinks that would sell for less than a quarter of the same price (outdoor vendors). The music was too damn loud, I could barely hear myself think. The place was filled with sweaty people gyrating in different directions. Scantily and seductively dressed ladies were making their presence felt.

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I arrived with my gang with the confidence of using our good looks and poise to get girls to groove with. What a wawu!!!!!

In the despair of dancing alone, one of my guys saw a group of friends he knew and we ended up dancing with them. Up stepped Angela, dark skinned chikabonita with the behind of a goddess. She displaced my senses and then when I was high like a kite. She was gone.

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To cut the sad story short, we ended up leaving the club for home but Angela had left an indelible mark on my sense. I was high on alcohol and also ‘high’ on Angela’s gyrations down there. Suffice to say that the sleep wasn’t a pleasant one.

I got up the next day to say my prayers and a scripture kept popping up in my head.

Mark 8:36.

I opened my Bible and it read “What shall it profit a man to gain the World and lose his soul”.

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At first I didn’t understand the scripture’s reference to my situation and then it hit home.

What shall it profit a man to smell jollof rice and not eat it.

What shall it profit a man to enter a plane and not fly in it.

What shall it profit a man to spend on a girl and watch her marry someone else.

What shall it profit a man to dance with a girl at a club and not end up going home with her.

What shall it profit a man to get turned on and not get laid.

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Then I made up my mind. If I’m not with my girlfriend, I’m never going clubbing.

It’s been a little under 6 years since my first club experience and in almost 2190 days (365 days x 6 years), I have been clubbing just 7 times.

Why smell what you won’t eat?

Why the torture?

Picture Credit: Joker Club and Lounge, Benin City (IG: @jokerbenincity)

The Biggest Music Concert in Nigeria

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As Nathaniel Bassey blew the trumpet, the whole ‘stadium’ began to shout, scream and sing, all 50,000 of them. It was my first time in this extra ordinary “concert” and it was mind blowing to put it mildly.

To make it even more surreal, there were guest appearances from Africa’s most dynamic music duo: Don Jazzy and D’banj. Other artists like Tiwa Savage, Capital Femi, Obiwon, Kcee, Weird MC and Steve Crown graced the venue.

Even actors weren’t left behind; Uche Jombo, Chika Ike, Chioma Akpotha and Funke Akindele were present to feel the wave of the moment. The amiable personality in Toke Makinwa also graced the occasion.

So Who is this Man that celebrities and over 50,000 strong people thronged in an encompassing embrace to see/feel/witness?

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He is the Alpha and Omega, Ancient of Days, Beginning & the End, Creator of all things, Everlasting Father, Elohim, El-Shaddai, Emmanuel, First and Last, Finisher of Our Faith, Father of Mercies, God of the whole Earth.

He is I AM THAT I AM, Jehovah El-Shaddai, Jehovah Nissi, Jehovah Jireh, Jehovah Shalom, King of Kings, Lily of the Valley, Lord God Almighty, Lord God Omnipotent, Lord Most High, Lord of All the Earth, Lion of the Tribe of Judah, Mighty One in battle, My Salvation, My Shield, My Strength, My Support, Way Maker.

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So what’s this occasion, that made tons of celebrities and over 50,000 strong people from across the World to tune in LIVE.

#TheHallelujahChallenge hosted by Gospel Artist, Nathaniel Bassey is a month long (June 1st to June 30th) praise and worship festival were people tune in for about an hour (midnight to 1am) to exalt God on high and watch Him manifest Himself in His ever magnificent Glory.

Today was my first time participating and with 18 more days (13th June to 30th June), this experience with thousands of testimonies Worldwide will surely revolutionize your life.

Venue is on Instagram Live: @nathanielblow and Facebook Live: @nathanielbassey.net

Time is 12 midnight to 1am.

Tune in and be blessed.

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#OlowoGboGboro.

Why A Man Should Not Help His Woman

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Schooling abroad taught me one major lesson about life. That “if you don’t take care of yourself, no one else would”. I wasn’t satisfied with depending on my parents for my daily upkeep so had to get a factory job in the UK and that meant cutting expenses which resulted in learning how to take proper care of myself from scratch.

I learnt how to cook and prepare my meals and take proper care of my house.

This lesson transcended into my love life. I preferred cooking my meals, wash my clothes myself, clean my house and take care of myself. Some lazy girls didn’t bother, less work for them but others found it odd.

“A friend came to my house for coffee, we sat and talked, talking about life. At some point in the conversation, I said, “I’m going to wash the dishes and I’ll be right back.”

He looked at me as if I had told him I was going to build a space rocket. Then he said to me with admiration but a little perplexed: “I’m glad U help your wife, I do not help because when I do my wife does not praise. Last week I washed the floor and no thanks.”

I went back to sit with him and explained that I did not “help” my wife. Actually, my wife does not need help, she needs a partner. I am a partner at home and through that society are divided functions, but it is not a “help” as household chores.

I do not help my wife clean the house because I live here too and I need to clean it too.

I do not help my wife to cook because I also want to eat and I need to cook too.

I do not help my wife wash the dishes after eating because I also use those dishes.

I do not help my wife with her children because they are also my children and my job is to be a father.

I do not help my wife to wash, spread or fold clothes, because the clothes are also mine and my children.

I am not a help at home, I am part of the house. And as for praising, I asked my friend when it was the last time after his wife finished cleaning the house, washing clothes, changing bed sheets, bathing in her children, cooking, organizing, etc. U said thank you
But a thank you of the type: Wow, sweetheart !!! You are fantastic!!!

Does that seem absurd to you? Are you looking strange? When you, once in a lifetime, cleaned the floor, you expected in the least a prize of excellence with great glory … why? You never thought about that, my friend?

Maybe because for you, the macho culture has shown that everything is her job.

Perhaps you have been taught that all this must be done without having to move a finger? Then praise her as you wanted to be praised, in the same way, with the same intensity. Give her a hand, behave like a true companion, not as a guest who only comes to eat, sleep, bathe and satisfy needs … Feel at home. In his house.

The real change of our society begins in our homes, let us teach our sons and daughters the real sense of fellowship!”

 

Note: First three paragraphs are mine. The rest was lifted from Tee Edwards’ post titled “I do not help my wife” on Facebook.

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Guys,
Let us give her a hand. Let us behave like true companions. Let us not behave like guests who only come to eat, sleep, bathe and satisfy needs other needs. Let us start feeling at home in our own house.

Basketball: 3 Tall Men, 2 Kings, 1 God

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Growing up, I realized that I was growing taller than my mates and was always made to stand at the back of the class during morning assembly. Occasionally the height advantage felt good as a child but more often than not, towering over my peers brought with it unnecessary attention from teachers who were always looking for a scapegoat? My height was an enemy.

Then I got older and I grew taller and taller and taller. Currently standing at 6ft 4in tall, I have stopped growing now (I think) and apart from getting those “I don’t want to stand next to him” stares I get when group photographs were being taken, nothing annoyed me more about my height than being constantly asked “why don’t you play basketball?”

As a kid I was never interested in the sports called basketball. Soccer was my cup of tea. I dream soccer. I eat soccer. I lived soccer. I even played soccer once with a broken hand. Soccer was my all. But that didn’t stop the “why don’t you play basketball?” questions from coming. Of course I am tall and it was expected.

I thought about developing an interest in “the beautiful game” as basketball is often referred to and maybe “not waste my height” as people kept saying.

Then the unexpected happened.

I should have been maybe 14 years old or so when the boys in my hostel were invited to play basketball at a court close to school. I had never played the game before but my height got me the “lead role” and I flunked. Badly. That wasn’t even sad part, to rub salt into the wound, a senior in school disappointed with my display said and I quote “bush boy, you can’t even play basketball”.

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So being the youngest goalkeeper to make the Senior team and also being one of the fastest track and field athletes in my age bracket wasn’t enough but since I couldn’t play America’s game, I was a bush/local boy?

I never step foot in a basketball court again. The hate for the sports had reached a climax and there was nothing that was gonna change that.

Then came a hero!!!!!

A King in his own right.

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He came, swept me off my feet and made me fall in love with a sports I should have played (height wise).

The King was LeBron James.

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It’s being over half a decade since my hatred for the sports was diluted by this one human being.

Just when I was getting a little comfortable with the idea of liking basketball, Steph Curry came along and blew me out of the water.

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He made me love the game if not for anything but for his love for God. Being a devout Christian, a Jesus loving husband and father, Curry has my favorite scripture Romans 8:28 “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose” —and Philippians 4:13 “I can do all things through Christ that strenghtens you”—on his game shoes.

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Steph once explained how his faith has been his driving force. He said “I’ve always been a believer that the Lord has put whatever talent in you, [and] whatever gift He has put in you, He wants you to get the most out of that. He wants you to succeed; He wants you to pursue and work and be passionate about it,” Curry says. “It’s not about getting any of the glory for yourself; it’s all for His [glory]. That’s where you have to keep perspective. Work at it and do all you can so you get the most out of yourself, but do it for His will.”

What a man!!!!

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Soccer still has my heart but basketball is gaining a large stride but God will always reign supreme.

Stand tall, give God pre-eminence in everything you do, always study the Bible (King James) and watch God sprinkle curry into your life (no pun intended).

Remember, you can do all things through Christ that strengthens you. Philippians 4:13

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Did I use sports to talk to you about Jesus? Yes I just did. God bless you.

 

 

 

You are Jollof Rice, Wait For Your Chicken

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Sitting down at the reception venue watching my friend dance ever so romantically with his new wife, only one thought kept creeping into my head.

For I had finished demolishing the small chops and bottle water on my table and was hungry.
I was in need of food!!!!!!!

Then I remembered the Bible scripture, Ecclesiastes 7:8 which says that “Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof”. I knew that jollof rice and chicken would soon be served. The Bible never lies.

Just as I thought, the waiters started their primary mission at the wedding. Jollof rice and chicken was being served.

But as my stomach was longing for some jollof affection, the writer in me caught a vision. The jollof rice and chicken vision.

In this World where love and lust are often misplaced.
In this World where we are told that love sometimes hurts and is unpleasant.
In this World where prenups are inserted into marriage certificates.
In this World where make-up brushes are used to hide marital bruises.
In this World where white lies are used to cover up infidelity.
In this World where divorce is the norm and divorce lawyers charge by the hour. .
In that one Jollof-and-chicken moment, it dawned on me that love is not sorrowful but sweet.

Love doesn’t hurt but builds.

Love isn’t restless but patient.

Love does not envy or boast but is meek and understanding.

Love is not arrogant or rude but soft and supportive.

Love is not vengeful but forgiving.

Love does not insist on its own way but full of compromise.

In whatever you do. Find someone that compliments you like this smoked peppered chicken compliments jollof rice so effortlessly.

The same way you don’t force your feet into shoes not your size. Don’t force your love into a heart not meant for you.

You are jollof rice, don’t settle for small chops. Be patient and your chicken will locate you. Relax!!!!!!!

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