Tag: travel

  • Different encounters at different stops; My travel diary

    Guys, remember in my last blog post i promised to reveal the second and probably the most selfish reason why i took on this trip. So hear it is. An Encounter from God. An Encounter for me and an encounter for someone else through me.

    On one occasion my friend asked me a question.”What are you going for?”

    “I don’t know” I replied, “I’m searching for something”.

    I knew what, but I didn’t know how.

    Before I took on this trip I had been feeling guilty about not talking about God to other people personally for ages. Not the random, encouraging and inspiring talks from Gods word but the sharing of Gods word to those who know nothing and those who have falling off the train and are too angry or too weak to rise back again.

    The thought that what the bible said in 2 Timothy 3:5 “Having the form of Godliness but denying its power thereof” was actually piercing through my heart and it gave me sleepless night. I felt guilty about not winning souls, I felt guilty about not properly serving, I felt I was just enjoying God and not doing anything for him in return.

    Ever felt that way before?

    How would I populate the kingdom if I don’t go out and meet people? A question I knew the answer to.

    And this journey gave me the best feeling of fulfillment in this aspect.

    My quest on evangelism turned out to be series of conversations and discussions. I was wowed! Seeing women old enough to be my mother sharing their experiences, opening up to a mere stranger like me. Listening to a little girl named Chika, brought tears to my eyes. Seeing youngsters who didn’t want to be bothered, speak up, warmed my heart.

    I prayed in almost every vehicle I entered in the course of this journey and mehn! every section was like a big fifteen minute church service. I was really proud to be a Christian and so were the people who engaged with me in this journey.

    One time I was in the east (Owerri) I went to the cinema to watch a movie 21 bridges, those who know me, can testify I practically live in my room, workplace and cinema’s. And that was where I got the second encounter. An Encounter for someone else through me.

    I sat in a chair waiting for my order, not knowing that the chair had already been taken. And when this two friends came to sit down, they stopped me from standing up and stood instead waiting for a chair. It was truly a kind gesture.

    We began talking, cracking jokes, and laughing it all. They were students so I knew they had more stories to tell than I did.

    From our conversation I could tell how hardworking, smart and determined the guy was. Who was so head strong, and unwavering in doing what he thought was best even after the failures and determination he had experienced. I laughed at this point. Here I thought God was using me to talk to them, when the irony was, he was using them to talk to me.

    He gave me a word. “It is foolishness to go to a lions den empty handed”.

    Then I threw a question to him, “What do you have?”

    What do you have in your hands?” You are either holding a weapon, or you’re holding wisdom or you’re holding a skill or you are holding a gift or you are holding money. They both stared at me. And I knew they caught it, while I sat there blushing at this great God for talking to me and telling me what I needed.

    We exchanged numbers and when they finished their meal, they left and I went in to watch my movie.

    If there was any experience that gave me chills, it was my beach experience. That was where I felt how mighty, awesome and powerful God truly is. I mean if you’ve not given your life to Christ or you’re constantly going back and forth with God then…you’re missing a great deal. The crab holes, the water tides, the waves, the sand, the voice. It was all in my head.

    You want to feel closer to God then go surround yourself with nature. I promise you, you’ll not come back the same. The wind on my skin and nostrils gave me complete rest and peace. I have never been so peaceful in my life. I felt God was all in it. I just wanted to touch his face in glory, rest on his shoulders and drift off to sleep.

    I remember how difficult it was for me to do this, because i couldn’t leave my mom all alone at home. I didn’t know if i could handle it. But i told myself one thing, if this is the only selfish thing i do for yourself this year, then do it. And so i did it. If i can so can you. Take an alone trip sometime to unwind, do it for your self, do it for rest, do it for peace.

    How is your relationship with God now? Do nature also speak to you? I would really love to hear about your beach experience too, so drop a comment below.

    Hugs and Love.

  • Ten years back in time: My travel diary

    Once upon a time I traveled a lot but for years now I’ve not indulged in this particular passion of mine. I haven’t collected my school certificate since after college (some people would say, but its not necessary) so I decided to do that now. And that meant going back in time. The next thought that came to my mind was “Why not take extra few days and just relax and do something else; something spiritual and personal (I’ll talk about that in my next blog post). I listened to that thought and viola! I was on a road trip.

    One important part of my journey was going back to college after 10 years of not been there. I knew it was going to be different but I didn’t expect it to be quite overwhelming.

    1. The window view of observation

    When we were in SS2 and SS3, we loved our classroom not because it was beautifully decorated, or very neat and organized but because we could see the entrance gate from our classroom. Strange right? We could clearly see who walked in and out of the school premises. And we were most excited to see past students who came back like I did and talk about how they looked, dressed, if their hair was made properly, if the guys looked appealing and if they looked cool and nice. If you were a student we hated was mean to us in the past,and you come looking bad. Oh God! I pity your life. We would finish you. You don’t want to know what would be discussed behind your back (laughs).
    So this time I was not the one discussing others, instead I was going to be the topic of discussion. And I hoped it was going to be a good one.

    So it happened that as I walked in, all eyes turned towards my direction, I saw heads stretched towards the window to get a clearer view and I caught a glimpse of lips moving in conversation. I almost burst out laughing (this habit hadn’t died) but I pretended not to notice and prayed they had kind things to say about me.
    With the way they all tried to have a conversation with me, smiled at me and the few that took my pictures I had no doubt that they said nothing bad about me. One even said “Aunty we’ll be like you when we graduate”. I was happy. The tradition was still alive.

    2. Favorite teacher worst subject

    Ever wondered how one would have a worst subject and have her favorite teacher teach that subject?

    Mathematics was that subject and my maths teacher was my favorite.
    Maths was just off for me. I just couldn’t assimilate no matter how hard I tried. Ever felt that way about any subject before?

    My maths teacher tried to make it easy for us and I applaud him for that. He could bring a smile to our faces and he had a friendly relationship with his students and their parents, still I couldn’t be better in maths. That was when I realized that whoever said “if you love the teacher you’d also love the subject” was very wrong. My case was different. I loved the teacher but couldn’t love the subject.

    3. Tech/digital changes

    You see that back door behind me? It was once an empty room that had just five to ten computers that wasn’t given much attention and because of that we started using that room to dodge classes, take a nap and talk to our crush or boyfriend secretly (winks). But when I walked into that room on Monday I was shocked. I didn’t meet a room filled with seven computers instead I met a room filled with hundreds of laptops. It made me so happy. Happy that they were moving with time and not allowing time to leave them behind.

    Technology has taken over and next year its going to be massive (now is the time to prepare your self, business, brand for this revolution. Learn how by clicking here, and growing digitally). Now students data are no longer hand written. They were computerized and updated regularly. The school looked more prettier and organized than before. Both tech, digital and normal growth changes were commendable.

    4. Memories

    Immediately I saw the school building those memories came flooding in. Me singing the national anthem and forming a straight line at the assembly. Dozing during night preps, saving my pocket money in school so I don’t spend it all, teachers shouting my name when I do something wrong and seniors chasing us when we leave the hostel late. The punishments, weird food and social nights were hard to forget. I saw the school uniforms still looking cute as always. And I smiled at those memories.

    I enjoyed every bit of this journey back to where it all began. I can’t tell it all, but there are more stories to come. For now this is where I put down the pen

    Ever been to your secondary/high school since you left? What are those memories of your school you can’t seem to forget? Share them with me in the comment section. Don’t forget to like and follow the blog to get my post directly in your mail. Hugs xoxo