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Olajumoke's Unleavened Bread And The Oven Of Opportunist | By: Charles Novia

I have written glowingly about the Olajumoke duckling-to-swan story a few days back on my facebook page and praised those whose hands were compelled by the benevolence of fate to change her life.
However, I’m a bit uncomfortable with the overexposure of the young lady to the media. That’s just me but from experience it may have unpleasant consequences if it it not well-managed.
I agree that she should enjoy her newfound fame within the ambits of the international attention she’s receiving presently but I can’t help thinking too that she’s walking into a treacherous terrain with much of that overexposure.
Questions to be asked are: who is her manager? Does she have one and is she being psychologically preened for the after effects of this exposure? What’s her state of mind in the midst of this euphoria? Given that she has been ducked into a somewhat positive maelstrom of media machineries, is she being prepared for when a time would come when she might not be the flavour of the moment? 
Because I think she’s trending right now as a distraction to the realities we face in the socio-economic sector. Nigerians need something positive for once to make them forget the harsh realities of the drudgery of our individual existentialism in the present scheme of things. And Olajumoke is the perfect and beautiful distraction.
But we are going to be bored very soon. And when that happens, who will cushion her expectations when things slow down? A modeling agency is just an agency and not a management agency. Who would manage her realities?
Yes, we have all bought her bread ( pun not intended) and eaten slices off her loaf of inspiration. But wherein she was a slice of life a few days ago as a nondescript trudger of the survival path, we all are now partakers in the breaking of her whole loaf.
Olajumoke has to be careful. She has a family. She has a husband. From empirical antecedents, the marriage is usually the first casualty of this kind of invasion of privacy. It happens all the time.
If the young lady loved her husband as a bread seller, she should be encouraged to strengthen that love now that she’s literally a bread bringer to the home. Because she would soon start mixing with the hawkish lot who would soon start whispering serpentine advice into her ears. It happens all the time. Beyond the media glare would be a fundamental introspection of her future with the spouse.
And that’s where the crunch lies.
The media is all pleasant and powerful when it comes to pushing the Olajumokes of this world to new heights. But the media gives with one hand and takes with the other.
My suggestivism does not in any pre-suppose an impending doom but alerts on an intending loom.
The life of the Bread Seller is presently brought to us closer through a whimsical telescope. It won’t be long before the want of more sensationalism would put her life under a selfish microscope.
Stories would soon be cooked up or exaggerated about her, just to suit the media.
It happens all the time.
That’s why she must be the person at this point in her life to take charge of her narrative. She must hold on the yeast of her future while we munch on the dough.
Her life was unleavened just a few weeks ago.
Credit: CharlesNoviadaily.com

Nigeria's Alex Iwobi promoted to Arsenal's first team.

Nigeria’s Alex Iwobi has been promoted to Arsenal’s first team. The announcement was made by coach, Arsene Wenger ahead of ahead of the Gunners’ Premier League clash with Leicester City tomorrow.

The 19 year-old who extended his contract last October will no longer feature for Arsenal’s Under-21 team and won’t be loaded out  before the end of this season. His contract at the Emirates will end in 4 years time. 

Dear Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo of COZA | By : Etcetera

I am writing you today because I am a Christian myself. I am not writing this article to attack you; on the contrary, I am writing it to wake you up from sleeping in these dark hours. Jesus asked His disciples to pray, but they went to sleep instead. Believers have gone to sleep spiritually worldwide, especially in Nigeria.

I want you to be awake to righteousness – (1st Corinthians 15:34 says, “Awake to righteousness, and sin not; for some have not the knowledge of God: I speak this to your shame”). I want to help you in the spirit of meekness – Galatians 6:1.

I saw a lot of tweets and Facebook posts by Nigerians expressing their disgust about the all white yacht party you did in Dubai. What is most worrisome is that the (touch not my anointed) believers won’t tell you that you are glamorizing the ministry by putting your lavish lifestyles on display and deceiving lazy Christians that the party in Dubai is what God wants, what God can do, and what God has provided.

You may ask why Nigerians are so angry. – Everybody wants nice things, right? And what better way to get them if God does it for you? Pastor Fatoyinbo, it is true that there is nothing wrong with having nice things. Everyone loves to have more and live a richer life but is that the only reason why we (should) go to church? We should also go to church because we love God, desire to worship God, draw closer to God and are in fellowship with other believers.

Your followers have defended you as expected – that most people who are frustrated by your unnecessary display of wealth are those who are struggling to get by day to day, trying to make ends meet, save enough to meet their needs and that of their families. Therefore, they are the ones finding it hard to digest your lavish lifestyle.

How do we digest your lavish lifestyle ehn, knowing that you and many so called men of God are able to live this way because of people who give monetarily to support your ministry? You think anybody likes to feel like they are being hustled or pimped by their pastor for profit? People love God enough to give and trust that their money will be used to touch lives and souls with the Word of God and not to be used for throwing lavish birthday parties in Dubai.

Pastor Fatoyinbo : If you are going to build your own “kingdom,” do not build it on the backs of hardworking people who really just want a more intimate relationship with God and believe that you can point them in that direction. Don’t “floss” on the people; it is wickedness. It’s as if you’re saying, “Look at what I bought myself with your money. Don’t you like it? If you want it too, pray about it!”

American rapper Kanye West said in one of his songs, “I’ve been talking to God for so long, if you look at my life I guess he’s talking back.” But today, he is telling us he is Jesus “Yeezus”. He has deified himself. Pastor Fatoyinbo, your party in Dubai also suggests that you are deifying yourself, and on your own Yeezus tour, getting high on your own supply. Jesus said, “If I be lifted up.” (John 12:32) Unfortunately, you “with your lavish lifestyle” are lifting up yourself and making golden calf idols of your possessions.

Pastor Fatoyinbo, unless you willfully left heaven to take on human form, lived out a nomadic ministry on the margins, was crucified for your ministry, died, was buried, then rose again — sorry to say, it’s not about you.

Your followers are defending your frivolities arguing that pastors are people too, human and flawed. Of course, they are. But as a pastor “you don’t show people your wounds, show them your scars.”You do so as evidence that the journey with God brings about healing and transformation. People need and want to be whole. The question Jesus asked was “do you want to get well?” (John 5:6 NIV)

Christians often ask why Davido and Wizkid and entertainers should be the only ones with Bentleys and mansions. First, Bentleys and mansions don’t measure the quality of one’s life. Secondly, entertainers are people selling what people choose to purchase — music, movies, etc. As ministers of the gospel you are not selling God and faith. The Gospel is free.

The Bible is not the best-selling book in history because it has a good price point. It’s because people want to know God and know God loves them. Yes, there is a business side of ministry but literally for God’s sake, keep it to yourself. You don’t have to throw lavish parties as evidence of how much money you make. It only perpetuates the negative stereotypes true believers are constantly trying to disprove. Your expensive all white birthday party has only made people who are leery about church say “shebi I told you so.”

The mentality of most Nigerian believers that being rich and thinking money sets you free, gives you peace of mind and eliminates injustice, is a lie of the devil. Assimilation is not liberation. You can have all the things you want and still not be whole. The true test of how you live your life and success is what will be written in your obituary. What will people say about you, and what you did with your life? I’ve yet to see an obituary list all the expensive items someone owned. So, Pastor Fatoyinbo, go on your knees and cry to God for forgiveness.

Odion Ighalo wins 2015 Goal Nigeria Player of the Year award

Watford forward Odion Ighalo has won the 2015 Goal Nigeria Player of the Year award after seeing off keen competition from Portland Timbers’ Fanendo Adi. 
The 26-year-old follows in the footsteps of his illustrious compatriots who have won the prestigious award: John Obi Mikel (2012 & 2013) and Vincent Enyeama (2014).
Ighalo took 30.5 per cent of the votes ahead of Adi, whose 28.6 per cent made this the most keenly contested Goal Nigeria Player of the Year award since inception as the field was widened from five to 10 contestants.
The Watford striker was presented with his award in England during the week and he appreciated the fans for believing in him.
First, I thank God for the great achievement and all that and I’m very happy to have won the Goal Nigeria Player of the Year award. It’s a great achievement for me in my career and my life,” Ighalo said. 
Thanks to my family, thanks to all those who made it possible, my team-mates, my coaches and all the people who gave me the opportunity to grow as a player and most especially those who made this award at Goal and the fans that chose me to be the winner of the award.

“I thank every one of them and I think this is the sign of a good thing and it’s giving me motivation to work hard, to keep doing my best and make sure I win more.”
Ighalo had a breakthrough 2015 where he scored 30 goals in 75 appearances for Watford who gained promotion to the Premier League, the highest in English league football. 
He also made his senior Nigeria debut and scored a penalty in a 2-0 defeat of Chad in Kaduna.
Voting took place throughout December on the Goal Nigeria website. 

Jumoke Orisaguna gets furnished luxury apartment in Lagos. (Photos)

 This has to be dubbed one of the best grass to grace stories ever told in Nigeria. Olajumoke Orisaguna, no longer needs introduction, the 27 year old wife, mother of two who ‘hawked her way’ into fame a week ago has just been offered a furnished luxury apartment in Lagos and has been enrolled into the Poise Finishing School in Lagos, courtesy of Sijibomi Ogundele, the CEO of Sujimoto Group of companies which comprises of real-estate, finance and energy divisions Group.
This great news is coming after she was offered a modelling contract with few models agency.
Floodgates of blessings…

Diego Costa breaks nose in training

Chelsea’s Doego Costa will wear a protective mask tomorrow after breaking his nose during training. The forward will be available for the clash between The Blues and Newcastle tomorrow.

Confirming the Spaniard’s injury set back, Chelsea interim manager, Guus Hiddink said “Costa broke his nose in a duel with one of the other players. He will wear a mask. We are a Zorro team. It was a small incident but it’s a very fragile area.”

Lionel Messi wins La Liga Player of the Month award for the first time ever

Upon all his exploits in Spain. isn’t it strange that phenomenal footballer, Lionel Messi is winning the La Liga player of the month award for the first time ever? The award started in September 2013, Neymar few months back became the first Barcelona player to clinch the prize. The Argentine who scored 6 goals in 6 league games in January is 2 goals shy of his 300th goal in La Liga.

Short Story: Pristine | By: Morountodun (Vol 11)

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“Happy birthday!”
“Jeez, is it twelve already?” Dara
yawned, sitting up on the bed to rub her eyes with one hand while holding the
phone closer to her ear with the other.
“Not yet. It’s eleven. But I
wanted to be your first caller, just in case I slept off before it’s time,” Dan
replied, chuckling.
She pictured his mischievous look
and smiled. “Thanks dear. You know, I just realized it’s going to be my first
birthday away from home. Aww. I miss you guys.”
“Miss you too, sis.” He feigned a
sob.
“I have no idea how the day is
going to be. Maybe I’ll go withdraw some money and go to the market after work,
cook myself something really nice,” she mused.
He teased, “Yea, the
marketplace…perfect place to meet your dream Fulani.”
Dara laughed. “Dan, you’re just a
case.”
“And you’re just telling me that
now? You’re sixteen years late.”
“Okay, now I give up,” Dara
sighed, still smiling. “Where’s everyone? Asleep?”
“I’m sure Gidddie’s just waiting
for the strike of twelve, and of course mum and dad will call later. But at
least it’s on record that I called first. Yayyy. Gotta go now though, exam in
the morning.”
“Alright. Love you!”
                                                               
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The day was going as
expected—early morning birthday calls, work as usual, with school closing at
2pm and the private tutoring ending at exactly 4.
Dara got to the ATM, and on her
first attempt received a debit alert without any cash being dispensed. She
immediately made for the bank entrance and told the security guard when he
tried to stop her, “The machine didn’t dispense and money has been deducted
from my account. I have to lodge a complaint.”
“Bank is closed. Come back tomorrow,”
he replied curtly, standing in her way.
Dara glanced at her wristwatch.
“It’s just five minutes past four. Please let me go in so my problem can be
resolved quickly.”
“Come on time tomorrow,” he
repeated, his face expressionless.
Agitated, she explained, “I need
the money now. Please.”
“What’s going on here? Madam, how
may I help you?” asked a tall, dark man who had just come out of the banking
hall through the second door. He was wearing a suit and an ID card hung around
his neck, obviously a bank official.
After Dara had told him what
happened, he gently assured her, “Usually, the cash is reverted within
twenty-four hours so you should have it back in your account latest tomorrow.
But just in case you don’t, can you give me your account details so I can do
the follow-up?”
Dara went back to her room that
day blinking back tears. It was her twenty-first birthday and she couldn’t even
afford to cook herself a decent meal. Birthdays at home were fetes, and here
she was in a strange land, alone and depressed.
She did get the money back in her
account the following day. The alert came in during break at work, right before
she got a call from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Hello, good day. I’m calling to
confirm that your transaction error has been resolved. Your cash should be in your
account anytime from now if it isn’t already.”
She recognized the gentle,
assuring voice and smiled. “Yes, thanks. I just got the alert .”
“Alright. So sorry for any
inconvenience you may have been caused.”
“Seriously? You do this for all
your customers? How nice,” she said, genuinely touched.
“Well, not all customers turn out
to be my birthday mates,” he replied. “I saw it on your account profile this
morning and realized what an awful day you must have had with your money stuck
in thin air.”
“Yeah…worst I’ve ever had.”
He said after a brief pause, “I’d
tell you how mine was too, but you didn’t ask. And I have to get back to work.”
Dara laughed. “Well, I have a
class to teach too in a few minutes, so maybe we could save the birthday gists
for another time.”
“Oh, there’s going to be another
time? Alright, I’ll be expecting your call.”
“Wait…what?”
“You just promised me a call,
right?”
Confused, Dara said, “Did I?”
He laughed, then asked, “You’re a
corper?”
“Yeah.”
“I just got transferred here a few
months ago. I know how lonely and boring Gombe gets sometimes. I also know
teaching is a lot of work and I’d hate to disturb. So if you’re ever free to
talk sometime, I don’t mind a call.”
“Okay, but I didn’t get your
name.”
“You didn’t ask for it.”
“So now I’m asking. Otherwise,
I’ll just save your number as ‘man in suit’.”
“Tayo. It’s good to know my suit
made an impression,” he said, a smile detectable in his voice.
To be continued….
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Morountodun is a writer and a microbiology ‎ graduate of University of Ilorin.
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