If I was Hezekiah and you sent your prophet to tell me that I should put my house in order because I was about to die, what’ll I tell you? What’ll I ask you to remember so much so that you’ll feel obliged to give me 15 more years, even 1 year sef? Is it the 20 pesewas I give to those poor Sudan kids from time to time? Or the ‘noodles-like’ quiet times I have with you? Is it my gentlemanly, controlled dances at church? I couldn’t even come up with one major reason to confront you and demand an extra year!
When in heaven someday all my other brothers and sisters in you are showing off with basketfuls of evidence of good works done by being faithful and obedient to you, what’ll I show? The one or two things in my hand? I’ll be shy mpo. So please help me leave no stone unturned. May the only reason why I was unable to climb any mountain or overcome any hurdle in my life be because you willed me not to.
May I come to terms with the fact that by having said the sinner’s prayer, I’m different and set apart from all the wrong that flood my world. May I not try to do the stupid impossible deed of merging spirituality with vanity and rationalizing things that can only be truly enjoyed with the unwavering and unquestioning mind of a child.
Help me stop making excuses for being with you. If because of my love for you I’ve decided to abstain from sex, help me stop giving silly excuses like “I don’t wanna be emotionally attached to any gurl, or I’m afraid of STDs, or I’m insecure about how mega good I’ll be in bed”. Let me call a spade a spade and proudly say that it’s cos of your Spirit in me; It couldn’t tolerate such a desecration of its temple.
Help me draw my priorities right and live by them. May I not commit the grave mistake of taking your love for granted; which I do by playing down the need to spend more time with you, or by feeling that I’m entitled to all the good things that you give me, and hence I don’t have to say thank you to you. May that awkwardness I feel I’ll feel when I go on and on and on about you to people I meet be replaced with such a burning desire to talk about you in a way that won’t make them feel defensive or uncomfortable.
Please help me enrich my relationship with you. May I not just know you behind the formality of political suits, board meetings, cuff links and ties, but also behind the beautiful informality of boxers and singlet, pidgeon English and what dem dey call am sef?….ummmn text messages and cute girly notes of affection. May I not confuse my need of you for my love for you. I find that it makes me love you wrongly.
Thank you for this gift of prayer, this day, this life, this hope. Thank you for you. No one could have played God better than you. And to think that you actually crave a relationship with me for real, arhhhh! It just belittles my understanding. I’m eternally grateful to you. All that I am, all I’ll ever be is eternally grateful to you. Shout outs to Jesus, your Holy Spirit, all the old wise guys in white and the many angels you bring my way. My love goes to them all.
Yours for keeps,
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