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AVOIDING THE ENTANGLING SNARE THAT COMES WITH KEEPING CRAZY FRIENDS

If you’ve never paid heed to the words of our fathers, listen now: It is true that “bad” company corrupts. I have kept such company, so I know.

For who would have thought that at the end of 2015 I’d find myself a fanatic of the long distance run. For before then my less than a kilometer early morning jog from my house at Chemist Bus stop to the University of Lagos (and back) was sufficient in maintaining my fitness and vigor. The virile physique I possessed didn’t need much to keep the unsightly features of neglect at bay. But all that changed when my best friend somehow unwittingly convinced me to try something hardcore.

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Known for adamantly sticking to my own way – especially when I feel comfortable with it – I am usually never swayed. And so for a long time (precisely up until September 2015), I played true to the script. I was only amused and intrigued when my “brother from another mother” would recount his exploits of perpetually running 5km, 10km, and then talk about plans to push even further.

Never for once did I refrain from asking the crucial question, “Why the heck would you want to do that to yourself?” It absolutely didn’t make sense to me why a competent computer programmer would exert himself like a professional athlete preparing for the Olympics.

Oh, did I not mention he didn’t only care about how much distance he covered but also the time it took. It was his goal to reduce gradually the minutes per kilometer, perhaps until it looked something much like what the Kenyans often achieved, like aliens on steroids. Continue reading

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Purpose

Walking On In spite of Not Understanding Why It Had to Happen

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A friend of mine, who had just lost his young wife to a ghastly motor accident, said to me that it would be much easier to go on if he could have an actual face to face conversation with God. For if God could tell him why He let his wife die, trusting His wisdom wouldn’t be as hard as it is now. But just after a while brooding in silence, he admitted that at the end he saw no other way than to keep trusting God and believing there’s a purpose for everything.

Considering a lot of things, it was only natural for him to want to understand so desperately why such a thing should happen. For one, his relationship with God should have counted for something. In that relationship he had put much confidence in the love and power of his Creator. For even as man and protector of the home he had dutifully prayed for the safety of his family without ceasing, committing them to God’s capable hands. Never did he doubt for once the ableness of his God, whose immensity and greatness is forever incalculable and unmatched. Yes, yes “shit happens” but surely not to a man who knows God like that. Continue reading

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