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“For I, the Lord your God, will hold your right hand, saying to you, ‘Fear not, I will help you’’ (Isaiah 41:13)
Franklin, not his real name, suffered from severe stammering (stuttering), a speech defect when he was young. This condition made him repeat the initial letters of his words and pause his speech involuntarily, regularly. For that reason, he spoke with great difficulty. And as you might expect, his parents took him everywhere for help, all to no avail.
Time and again, he suffered instances of ridicule and unkindness at school and in his neighbourhood and had to fight to defend himself. Time and again too, He got injured while defending himself and faced unpleasant disciplinary actions afterwards. No wonder he hated school and avoided people habitually.
His condition grew worse progressively over the years, and it seemed his case has closed! One day, while walking on a deserted road, lonely and sad, he prayed to God to deliver him from his condition so that he could be like other children; happy, appreciated, and loved. Suddenly, he felt a release in his tongue, and he spoke slightly better that day. He then repeated walking and praying on the same road regularly, asking God to perfect what He started in his life (Psalm 138:8).
After a short time, he began to talk smoothly and clearly like other children. His confidence soon came back strongly, and he started to go to school happily and do well academically. As we speak, he is doing great in his chosen profession, talking fluently to people and helping them overcome their problems. He also goes about everywhere preaching Jesus Christ and drawing people to the Kingdom of God. You can now see that his case was not closed after all, contrary to his earlier belief.
Friends, have you been trusting God for a change regarding your family, business, finance, health, ministry, promotion, education, etc., all to no avail? And do you now believe your case is closed? If you do, please pay attention to me today; I have good news for you!
Like Franklin’s, your case is not closed, and God is willing to help you (Isaiah 41:13). After that, your family will do well, and all of you will serve the Lord together (Joshua 24:15). He will bless the work of your hands as well, and you will lend and not borrow (Deuteronomy 28:12).
Are you ill at present? If you are, then get ready as God will restore you to health and heal you (Jeremiah 30:17). Is your name in ruins right now? If it is, please rejoice, because God is willing to give you a new name (Revelation 2:17), and people will be astounded at the changes that will take place in your life afterwards (Psalm 126:1-3). Are you bereaved? If you are, cheer up, for joy is coming your way very soon (Psalm 30:5).
Friends, as the year 2018 is coasting to an end and 2019 approaching steadily, pray to God to revisit your case, no matter what it is and how grave it is. Have an unwavering faith that He will answer you, and He will, sooner or later (Hebrews 11:6), in Jesus name. Amen.
Merry Christmas in advance.
Jesus is Lord!
Dr Adedayo Stoney Adegbulu (Dr Stoney)
Medical Practitioner, Author, and Speaker
“It shall come to pass That before they call, I will answer…’’ (Isaiah 65:24)
Mama Perry, not her real name, was my friend in Nigeria. I first met her in my clinic in the company of her daughter, Auntie Anne, not her real name as well. She was close to eighty years old at that time!
Mama Perry was a large-hearted woman, though small in stature. She was a devout Christian, very witty, friendly and calm. Besides, she had something nice to tell anyone that crossed her path.
Naturally, I treated her with utmost respect and patience every time, and I made sure we found the time, no matter how small, to chat, laugh, sing, and pray, each time she attended my clinic. Without a doubt, she was fun to be with!
One day, she came to my clinic with tears in her eyes and told me she was relocating to another town, with her daughter. Of course, I felt sad we would part ways, but I still managed to assure her that she would be fine and that God willing, we would meet again. She left my clinic that day smiling!
About two years afterwards, I got a new job in another town, and I was there all by myself. For that reason, I had ample time to focus on my patients and attend most activities in my church. Then, one Saturday morning, during my ward round, I was abruptly prompted in the Spirit to go to church the following day. I wasn’t planning to do so before then, because I was on call duty in the hospital that weekend, and I was quite busy.
Anyway, I made it to Church as prompted, and I bumped into Auntie Anne, Mama Perry’s daughter, at some point. And as you would expect, we were both surprised, but, elated to see each other again. She later told me how early that morning, Mama Perry woke up and prayed to God to bring me back to her life. I also narrated how a day earlier, I was prompted in the Spirit to be in the church that day, even though I wasn’t planning to do so before. In the end, I didn’t find it too difficult to conclude that before Mama Perry called, God answered her!
I rekindled my friendship with Mama Perry the following day, and it is my great joy to have been there for her again for several months. Sadly, she passed on a few months after I relocated to the United Kingdom. I sincerely thank God for her life and my relationship with her.
Friends, please call on God today, and I believe before you do so, He will answer you too, in Jesus name. Amen. For example, He will answer you by giving you rest from your concerns (Matthew 11:28) and keeping you safe/peaceful in your home (Isaiah 32:18-19). He will also contend with those who contend with you and save your children (Isaiah 49:25).
Besides, He will help you to make wealth (Deuteronomy 8:18) and withhold nothing good from you (Psalm 84:11). Likewise, He will give you your well-deserved promotion (Psalm 75:6-7) and honour you because you honour Him (1 Samuel 2:30).
Not only that, He will make you prosper (Deuteronomy 30:9), give you a new name (Isaiah 62:2) and wipe away your tears (Revelation 21:4). And before long, people will notice you and be amazed at the way God has been good to you. In the end, they will rejoice with you and call you blessed, in Jesus name. Amen.
NB: This write up is dedicated to the memories of Mama Perry and my late mother, Mrs Beatrice Taye Adegbulu, who passed on recently. May their souls rest in perfect peace, in Jesus name. Amen.
Jesus is Lord!
Dr Adedayo Stoney Adegbulu (Dr Stoney)
Medical Practitioner, Author, and Speaker
“… For He Himself has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5).
Mrs Lottie Banks, not her real name, is a friendly, hardworking, quiet, decent, and pretty woman. She loves her family and serves the Lord enthusiastically. I first met her as a young Christian, and I was quite close to her family.
Sadly, despite her sterling qualities, her husband did not think much about her. He snubbed her consistently for over ten years, even though they lived under the same roof. But, Mrs Banks continued to be good to him in every way, regardless. She also cooked his meals, which he ignored, throughout. After some time, she became downcast and felt God had left her and forsaken her!
One day, a mutual friend of ours informed me about Mrs Banks’ ordeal, and I stepped in immediately, with one of my Christian friends. We got our Deacon, a man filled with the power of the Holy Spirit, involved as well.
Right from that day, we started to pray for her, on a regular basis, while our deacon fortified her with the words of God. One afternoon, exactly nine months after we started to pray for her, the Holy Spirit spoke through the man of God.
He said Mrs Banks should rejoice, as her petition concerning her husband had been answered. As a proof, therefore, He instructed her to prepare his favourite meal for supper that day, and he would eat it, and be intimate with her afterwards. Please, remember that Mr Banks had nothing to do with her for over ten years, prior to that day.
Initially, she was reluctant to comply with the instruction given to her, because they seemed too good to be believed, bearing in mind her past ugly experiences. But, we managed to convince her to do so in the end.
Guess what? Her husband indeed ate the meal and was intimate with her that night, as told by the Holy Spirit. The result of that act was a baby boy; a look-alike of his father, and the eventual unifier of his parents. Today, the family are united and doing great! God did not leave Mrs Banks nor forsake her after all!
Friends, what are the things you are battling with lately, which has refused to give you a breather? Whatever they are, please, realize that God has not left you nor forsaken you. He is working behind the scene, and He will sort you out sooner or later (Isaiah 45:2-2), because He loves you greatly (John 3:16), being the apple of His eyes (Zechariah 2:8).
Among other things, He will not leave nor forsake you and your children. Instead, He will contend with those who contend with you, and then save them (Isaiah 49:25b). Also, He will not leave nor forsake the work of your hand; on the other hands, He will bless it greatly (Deuteronomy 28:12).
Similarly, God will not leave nor forsake you when you are in need (Philippians 4:19), or when you are unwell (Psalm 41:3). He will not cut off your expectations (Proverbs 23:18), and He will fulfil the numbers of your days (Exodus 23:26), in Jesus name. Amen.
Jesus is Lord!
Dr Adedayo Stoney Adegbulu (Dr Stoney)
Medical Practitioner, Author, and Speaker
THANK YOU, CHIEF J.B.O OJO, OUR DEAR PRINCIPAL!
I remembered Chief J.B.O Ojo, an old boy of the prestigious Government College, Ibadan, Nigeria (GCI), and former principal of the same school recently, and I decided to do a short tribute to him.
Before I go on, please permit me to declare that this tribute is not intended to draw attention to myself in any way! It’s simply intended to honour Chief J.B.O Ojo, a perfect gentleman, foremost educationist, renowned sportsman, astute administrator, and an ardent lover of people, who I owe a debt of gratitude, for making it possible for me to attend GCI in the first place. It was him who alerted my Dad about the interview, which gave birth to my set when they met at a social function. Up until now, the letter inviting me for the said interview has not surfaced.
It may interest you that I was a motor mechanic apprentice at some point in my life, even though I had always wanted to be a Medical Practitioner. But, along the way, I derailed and abandoned my studies at GCI for a while in Class Two. The reason being that a senior boy called me a leper; a derogatory label in our culture, and an insult to me, a self-believing prince of Àkúré Land, Nigeria.
To my non-Nigerian readers, please note that unlike in the developed world, being a motor mechanic is not a great achievement in Nigeria. The profession is common among the poor members of our society, and among those who are not trainable, academically speaking. A lot of mechanics in our country, are viewed as failures and are usually hard up financially.
I was under the tutelage of Baba Yellow, an Adamasingba, Ibadan, based motor mechanic, without my father’s consent. He was overseas at that time, and my mother could not successfully persuade me to go back to school.
Baba Yellow was a good and easy-going man! He had a couple of wives, many children, a rented apartment, and a fairly used green Opel Record car. To me, he was a success story, and I wanted to be like him at all cost.
I wish to put it straight on record here that I actually lied to Baba Yellow that my father asked me to join his outfit because he could no longer afford to send me to school. But, he saw through my lies and rejected me immediately. He knew my father to be a keen lover of education, who would never allow any of his children to drop out of school.
However, while he was contemplating what he would do with me, I melted into his crowd and started taking instructions from his senior apprentices and running errands for them. And within a short time, I became famous in and around his garage. I believe Baba Yellow eventually allowed me to be, after seeing how committed and resolved I was to become a motor mechanic.
I settled down very quickly at Baba Yellow’s garage, and before long, I picked up some traits associated with many motor mechanic garages in Nigeria. That is dirtiness, playfulness, talkativeness, deceitfulness, waywardness, etc. Besides, I learnt how to sweet-talk girls to a little extent. I remember having a crush on a girl who sold bread and cooked beans (‘èwà elépo pupa’), nearby. She told me off eventually!
Above was my life, until my father returned home from his overseas trip unannounced one night, and saw me in my greasy, dirty, and smelly khaki mechanic uniform. Of course, he was very angry with me, and very early the following day, he bundled me back to GCI, amid loud protestation from me. That was how my dream of becoming a motor mechanic like Baba Yellow ended abruptly and completely.
As luck would have it, Chief J.B.O Ojo, accepted me back to GCI unconditionally and protected me. He was even kind enough not to announce my escapade to all and sundry, thus, saving me from unpleasant backlashes and everlasting cruel jokes.
Today, Chief J.B.O Ojo is no more with us on earth, but I am full of gratitude to him for giving me a rare second chance. His contribution to who I am today cannot be overemphasized. May his gentle and sweet soul continue to rest in perfect peace, in Jesus name. Amen.
Dr Adedayo Adegbulu (Dr Stoney),
Medical Practitioner, Author, Speaker.
GCI, OUR GCI!
Shortly after I finished my School Certificate Examination, I suddenly found myself grossly underutilized, and unbearably bored. Of course, I tried to get myself a vacation job, but, it seemed the employers of labour around us were allergic to people in my position. Before long, I gave up, and I quietly looked forward to going back to school in September, after the release of our result.
One morning, as I was chatting with a friend in front of our house, Broda Dare, one of my uncles, emerged from nowhere. In general, I did not fancy him much, and that day, I struggled really hard not to snub him.
But, I noticed that Broda was unusually excited to see me; he was also in a hurry to talk to me. In the end, I said ‘OK Broda, ki ni’ (Okay brother, what is it? ‘Dayo, I am here to see you O’! He replied. ‘I see, what for’? I asked him, barely concealing my impatience. ‘I have arranged a Research Assistant vacation job interview for you in the History Department of the University of Ibadan, Nigeria (U.I), he answered in adulterated Yoruba language. Broda Dare was then a gardener in the same University!
‘Broda, you see yourself? Why should you arrange a History job for me without my consent? For your information, I hate History, so please go away with your job ja re’! ‘Bo’mi, mo bi nu si mi, wa se’se un ni o, mo d’oju ti mi, dabo’ (my brother, don’t be angry with me, you have to do this job; please don’t disgrace me).
I later found out that Broda Dare had gone everywhere, boasting to everyone who cared to listen to him that I, his nephew, a brand new old boy of Government College Ibadan (GCI), an internationally renowned boys school in Nigeria, was coming to ‘grab’ the job. To him, GCI boys were extraordinary human beings, and he couldn’t see why I would not get it. After pleading with me for a while, I agreed to attend the interview, and his contorted face relaxed temporarily for a change. He was full of joy!
I went for the interview as planned, only to find out that eleven others, all men, came for it too. I was the youngest, and the most junior of the whole lot. I was also the only non-undergraduate among them, and it was obvious that some of the blokes felt insulted to see a small boy like me in their midst. It was as if I was there to spoil their little party. One of them even tried to intimidate me, but I stood my ground solidly.
After waiting for what looked like an eternity to me, a young stylish looking, pipe in mouth lecturer came out of an inner office, cleared his throat, and said, ‘who is the GCI man here’. I raised up my hands, and he looked at me from head to toe, obviously surprised to see me, a mere small boy. Honestly, I expected him to order me out of his presence, and I was prepared for him. After all, what would I be doing in a History Department, in the midst of ‘old men’, if not for Broda Dare, who wouldn’t take no for an answer? Guess what? He just smiled, and said, ‘Mister Adedayo Stoney Adegbulu, the job is yours, others should please go away’. I was stunned; others were too!
Later, when we were alone, I asked him why he chose me over and above the other guys who were much older, and better qualified than me. Again, he smiled and said ‘you are a GCI old boy, you were trained to excel in all things, at all times. Don’t worry, Dayo, you will be fine with me; I will support you’. He was not an old boy of GCI!
By the time I got to where Broda Dare was mowing a lawn, he had already heard that I got the job, and I met him dancing and bragging, saying “You see, I told you that my nephew would get the job. He is an ex-GCI, his own GCI is ‘ojulowo’ (original)’. Before long, Broda’s joy infected me, and I found myself dancing with him. I did not join him to brag though! He later bought me a bottle of Pepsi Cola, and ‘Senega’ bread (a spindle-shaped bread in vogue at that time), to thank me for not disappointing him.
That was the type of school we attended by the grace of God. The school that made people prefer us above others. The school that gave us the confidence and skills we need to do well in life beyond its confinement. The school of our pride built on the rocks. Like most famous institutions in Nigeria, GCI is no more what it used to be, due to the irresponsible disposition of our political leaders, but, it lives in us, and it will live in us forever.
I love my school! God bless ‘GCI, our GCI’ forever. Amen.
Dr Adedayo Adegbulu (Dr Stoney),
Medical Practioner, Author, and Speaker
THANK YOU NEPA; UP YOU!
The National Electric Power Authority (NEPA), the Nigerian electricity company, is notorious for its sickening inefficiency and massive corruption. And most times, it attracts opprobrium upon itself from Nigerians, for obvious reasons. However, this same NEPA saved me at some point when I was a student of the prestigious Government College Ibadan, Nigeria (GCI). Please permit me to narrate what happened to you today.
Majority of my classmates in Carr House were not known to be great in the GCI social circle. I believe we just didn’t know how to be social. But, a very few of us easily rubbed shoulders with the numerous ‘social gurus’ in Swanston House. Swanston House boys were our standard at that time.
As an individual, I wanted to be a ‘raré’ (super cool guy) like the aforementioned boys, and I concluded that one of the fastest ways I could achieve my aim was to attend a school social function, and at least be seen talking to, or dancing with a girl, preferably from Queen’s School, Ibadan, Nigeria (QSI), St. Anne’s Girls School, Ibadan, Nigeria (ANZEA), St. Theresa’s College, Ibadan, Nigeria (TÈRÉ), or Our Lady of Apostle, Ibadan, Nigeria (OLA).
One Saturday evening, when I was in class two going to class three, I strayed into a school party in the assembly hall. It was attended by loads of girls from various girls’ schools in Ibadan, and environs. A small number of boys from a few secondary schools were in attendance too.
On seeing the bevvy of girls, my confidence began to wane, but the appeal to become a ‘raré’ deterred me from changing my mind at that point. So, I approached a QSI girl, and the following conversation, paraphrased, ensued between us.
Adedayo Adegbulu: Hello, please floor.
QSI girl: What do you mean by ‘please floor’.
Adedayo Adegbulu: I mean please dance.
QSI girl: You must be joking. You and who? Who do you think you are, and what do you take me for?
Adedayo Adegbulu: Please, don’t say no to me.
QSI girl: And if I say no, what will you do?
Adedayo Adegbulu: I will be very sad, and when I grow up, and become your boss, I will sack you. Remember, no condition is permanent. Please dance with me, I am begging you in the name of God.
QSI girl: (looking at me with surprise, clapped her hands, hissed, and began to laugh) You really disgust me you know, please just leave me alone, and go away with your Èkìtì English. Èkìtì is a big section of the Yoruba tribe found in the South-Western part of Nigeria, and Èkìtì English is generally believed to sound funny.
A nearby QSI girl interjected: Why don’t you give this small boy a chance? Why don’t you make his day by dancing with him?
QSI girl: Okay o Èkìtì boy, let’s go and dance, but please behave yourself, you hear?
Adedayo Adegbulu: I will behave myself, but I am not an Èkìtì boy, I am from Àkúré. Àkúré is a Yoruba town in Nigeria!
QSI girl: Please, just shut up and follow me.
Next, she held my hand and led me to the floor. That was too much for me to handle because back home, we were told that only bad children hold hands with people of the opposite sex.
Anyway, we got to the floor, and I started to sweat profusely. I also felt dizzy and saw flashes of light orbiting around my head. There and then, I knew I was in serious trouble; I knew I could pass out at any time. Therefore, I began to panic, just because of ‘this rude’ QSI girl, and my desire to become a ‘raré’ at all cost.
Suddenly, NEPA struck; there was a power outage! So, I quickly abandoned her on the floor, mustered the remaining energy in me, and ran all the way back to Carr House (quite a distance for a small boy), panting and sweating profusely, but full of joy that I survived the ordeal I needlessly brought upon myself. That was how NEPA saved me from imminent shame and indelibly horrific history.
In the end, I still got the veneration I craved for in Carr house, because some boys saw the girl holding my hand, and concluded that I was ‘raré’ enough. Of course, I did not argue with them; I felt really super cool afterwards. Thank you NEPA, up you!
Dr Adedayo Stoney Adegbulu (Dr. Stoney)
Medical Practitioner, Author, Speaker