Guest Post: Welcome the Rain – A Short Story by Adetola Onayemi

“And it shall come to pass afterward, that I shall pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.” – Hosea 2:28

The wind blew across the crusty earth, evidence of the perennial drought that had besieged the land, forty-eight months and still counting. The inhabitants of Ile-aye sauntered with their heads bowed while the river moped as its lips ran dry.

A middle-aged man whose white ears cuddled like wet cornflakes approached Ijo Village, trudging on dead logs, dried palm fronds and carcass. He stared awhile at the villagers, particularly those making little ridges for the grasses. Grasses had become vegetable in this hard time; at least they were more resilient. Yet, they were watered once in three days. The man walked towards them nonetheless. He looked plush, and well-fed. He was wearing a spotless white robe and had a smile etched on his face.

The villagers stopped tilling the farm as they gazed at the man. Questions ran through their minds. Who was he? Where was he coming from? How come he had ruddy cheeks and looked well-fed? The children ran towards him. He dipped his hands into his bag and brought out akara snacks for each of them. How did he get that much food for all the children? The villagers looked on with adoration in their eyes. The man walked on still, pressing with each step into the centre of the village, towards the gathering at the centre of the village. There, a man named Oluso-agutan taught the villagers from the Book. The congregation at the village square murmured in low tones; they were bored, but feigned attentiveness. They failed in their attempt to encourage the speaker and attract more villagers to join them. They had lost their fervency and their face dropped, revealing their hunger, boredom and frailty.

As the white-haired man arrived at the village centre, people made way for him – a path leading to the centre of the gathering. He sat down on the stool, and they all sat around him. He turned to Oluso-agutan, and asked, “Do you know Me?”

“No, sir, I don’t know You; can we meet you sir?”

He turned to everyone. The multitude had begun to increase in number because word had gone round the village about the strange man.

“Does anyone know Me?”

There was silence. A few whispers could be heard. Then, a hand shot up. It was a young woman reputed for her eccentricity in the village.

“You’re Iyanu.”

He shook his head in disapproval.

“That’s what you’ve being looking for, but that is not the answer to life’s emptiness.”

She replied, “But they told me once I joined Ijo, I would overcome life’s emptiness. It was that way for a while, until some four years ago.”

“There’s more in the life you are to live in Ijo than just some activities. That’s why the activities drained you of strength, yet you had no source to replenish you.”

Just then, a small boy walked to the centre of the circle. He spoke up as he drew nearer.

“I know you sir, you are Him of whom the prophet spoke of in Joel; you are Him whom the master promised will make our lives and fellowship with Him to peak like the mountain top. You are Emi Mimo”

Emi Mimo smiled, and stood up, saying: “You have all remained this way because you refused to read the testament as you should, and ask of me of whom your master spoke. I was around all along to guide you into all truth, but you failed to see me. I am here because that young boy read his testament and asked for me. That is the reason the rains have refused to pour: because you have left the business of the master undone to minister to your own needs. You have become people chasing after the order of Ile-aye.”

The people all fell to the dusty earth, and began to weep, each asking for forgiveness. They lifted up their voices to the heavens as they confessed their iniquities.

Just then, it began to drizzle. Rain descended in small pellets. Many people stood and ran into the rain in jubilation. After the celebration, they went into the comfort of their huts. As soon as they settled down, the rain stopped. “What happened?” they all asked, as they hurried back to meet Emi Mimo who had been waiting under the juniper tree at the village square.

“Did you wonder why it stopped raining? Firstly, how many of you prepared your soils to receive the rain? Even if it was not prepared, will it not be wise for you to till the earth even in the rain. Must the rainwater go to waste? Never squander the master’s resources. Emi Mimo’s power is meant to bring in harvest; it is not for you to just revel in. Secondly, you all went into your huts; this is what has made my presence tarry this long: because when it poured in time past, every man used it for selfish ends – furthering his own course.”

He continued, “In Ijo, there ought not to be any huts, divisions or denominations. You are one. Thirdly, for how long did you even stay in the rain to get drenched and purged? The moment it came, you started moving. Ought you not to cultivate yourself, just like you cultivate the land? There is dirt: I need to wash off your bodies. But some never stayed in the rain. You press into the depth as you remain in the rain. That is why it is expedient you tarry in the rain. Your master said He needed to leave so that I could come to lead you into a time of truth and power, and ensure that people all over Ile-aye can worship your master from anywhere, even as they remain in the rain.”

The rain began to pour down heavily on every inhabitant of Ile-aye even as he spoke.

“Stay in the rain and learn of me.”

Emi Mimo rose among them. Oluso-aguntan took the Book and began to teach the now increasing church. They held their hoes firmly and put their cutlasses to work even as they remained in the rain.

This piece was originally published in the 2010 Edition of Campus Mirror, an annual magazine of the Lagos Varsity Christian Union, University of Lagos, Nigeria and has been slightly modified. Tola Onayemi studies Law at the University of Lagos.
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Keywords: Ile aye: the world; Ijo: the church; Oluso-aguntan: shepherd or pastor; Iyanu: miracle; Emi Mimo: the Holy Spirit.

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Random Notes and Reflections on a Christmas Day

After a week of drought on this space, I’m back, at least for today.

Merry Xmas Blogville folks!

Here in Lagos, I can’t feel the harmattan haze, but many speakers are blaring diverse tunes on the streets and open fields. People, young and old, rich and not-so-rich, are trying to catch as much fun as they can, but here I am trying to break away from the grip-in-the-neck of my excessive muse, plus sleepless nights, that has made me feel rather giddy and unable to pen my thoughts down, or even strike out my words on the keyboard. Okay, I have managed to complete a short story up to 60% this week, but it’s really been a busy week at work, though it’s mostly been away from the usual location.

Talking about Christmas, I have a small confession to make! *Sssshhhhhhh* It’s simple, but may also sound weird: I hardly stay at home on Christmas day! In retrospect, one way or the other, I seem to run away from home every year. (Remember I wrote about a certain brand of boredom that descends on me at this season of the year in a recent post?) Since 2006, I have been able to find a reason to be away from home. In fact, I have found my way to UNILAG every Christmas day since 2007! In 2006, I had just moved into Mariere Hall of the University of Lagos in November (I think) and for some reasons I needed some time alone. I went home on the morning of 25th December and by the next morning I was back in C308, Mariere Hall. All my roomies were gone -to their families, but there I was, surrounded by empty mattresses, piles of books, my ‘ideas’ and ‘dreams’ journal, pen, clothes, my bible, a radio, and other random essentials. The hostel was quiet and was just perfect; the silence was pin-drop mostly. I spent the rest of the year even into first week of 2007 all alone in the room. I had a very refreshing time in God’s presence because it turned out to be spectacular! There was a lot of time for prayers, worship and what have you? I received directions for the following and, sincerely, I made several giant leaps in 2007. Less than two months into the New Year, I became the Music Director of the Lagos Varsity Christian Union as a 200 Level student. That marked the beginning of a beautiful journey I do not intend to write about just yet. I went on to do a few consulting jobs and experienced life and God’s grace in explosive dimensions.

LVCU Folks: L-R: Tomi Ajayi, Moi, Onyekachi Isiguzo, Chibuikem Atueyi (Committee Chairman), Emeka Okoro, Toyin Taiwo

In December 2007, I remember I was on the Exco Camp (2) Planning Committee of the Lagos Varsity Union (we were having meetings around the time) and somehow I still found reason to be in UNILAG on Christmas Day, even though there was no meeting for that day. I just needed to be away from home! Same thing happened in 2008 when I joined Toyin Taiwo (then Prayer Secretary) and a few of the brethren at the Christmas Day service at the Chapel of Christ Our Light in UNILAG! After the service, the church soon became deserted; we continued to gist and even ‘broke bread’ but soon, out of boredom staying back inside Divine (the name give to one of LVCU’s buses), we decided to pay a visit to the Akinnibosun’s. Two of their daughters had been members of our fellowship and the elder sister was particularly friendly and we were quite familiar because I often teased her (I can disturb people o!). There we ate poundo (you need to give me thumbs up because that must have been my first and definitely the only time eating swallows outside home and LVCU camp meetings, which is another home anyways!) and I used the spoon as usual, and no I don’t try form ‘ajebutter’ with that; I just prefer taking sallows with spoons and not hands. We watched a few Yoruba movies and just laughed. Their mum proved good company as we all paid attention to the TV screen and joked in-between. (Pastor T, thanks for suggesting that visit!!! *smacking my lips now*) In 2009, it was more of a solo run as I still found my way to UNILAG again on Christmas Day! I must have just wandered around, trying to gather my thoughts and fiddling with my (erstwhile) Sony Vaio laptop… Earlier today, I was there again in UNILAG! I’ve found a little extra explanation, though. I think it’s the power supply thing. PHCN hardly respects us to provide 24 hours of power supply, not even 6 hours at a stretch, and my restless self is not patient enough to endure the heat and other similar punishments meted out by the outrageous degree of power outage lol! (By the way, I think a few days on a personal retreat is in order for next week. I need it badly enough to run away from home again!)

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Oh! I have also observed that the rate at which people ‘throw knockouts’ these days is no more intense as we had it in the late 90’s [now I’m feeling like one old man :)]. Like every child then, I graduated from just playing around with *Ina Olorun and singing *“Ina Olorun ko kin jo yan, to ba jo yan ko kin dun yan”, to throwing ‘Bisco’. Okay this is the gist in English version: as a ten year old, most of my friends in the same age-group were not brave enough to scratch fireworks against the match box and throw away the ‘knockouts’ in good time for it to explode and make some noise! We would go about lighting with kerosene lamps tiny rods of copper which would burn while shining with sparkles of light. We referred to that light as God’s light and in that Yoruba song, we would chorus along that “God’s light does not burn; even if it burns, it’s not painful.” By the time I was in JSS 2, I had long graduated to scratching fireworks against the matchbox. We even would bury the stuff under a bucket or used Milo, Bournvita, Cowbell or Ovaltine cans, quickly cover it and face it down. This way, the sound is amplified when the firework exploded with a bang! There were even more interesting and adventurous sides to it. There was (and I think they still do it in some places till date) always inter-street and inter-house competitions. Adventurous kids would throw fireworks into other people’s backyards and frontages, and the whole deadly competition climaxed on New Year Eve!

One particular year, I wanted to ‘throw a lot of banger’ so I decided to use some money I had saved and you know what? That particular year, my mum indulged me by taking me along with her to the popular Mushin market in Lagos where she bought provisions and other goods she sold at her shop. She surprisingly allowed me shop for exotic fireworks and even added from her money. Till today, I still wonder why she allowed me to do that! Anyways, to cut the long story short, that holiday, I had my last and biggest fireworks adventure. After the New Year eve service at the church, you could feel the pulse right from inside the church. That particular year, some unruly boys even threw some ‘knockouts’ into the church auditorium. It was always like passing through a battle field after church service every 31st December. You were afraid not to be caught in the crossfire. When I got home, it was serious battle with kids from other buildings and, thankfully, there was power supply so the street was well-lit enough for us to see flying ‘missiles’ and dodge them just in time. At a point, the atmosphere was so cloudy from the smoke generated by the exploding fireworks, we could hardly see through. Even we air we breathed was filled with strange chemicals.

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The following day, nemesis caught up with me! I had difficulty breathing properly and again, after about two years of fairly stable health, I had to receive intravenous injections at Jolad Hospital in New Garage! I learnt my lesson without being warned by my mum. I still don’t know why she indulged me, but I guess that’s how God allows us to learn from our own stubborn episodes some times. Needless to say, from that year I never scratched the matches with or fireworks anymore! Since then, I would just laugh at people who still burn money, energy and time doing so.

Back to boredom during this season, I have made up my mind to go for changes in the New Year. By the grace of God, next Christmas will be spent with friends and family in grand style! In fact, who knows? I’ll probably be spending moments seeing places and relishing in the joy of the season in company of that ‘special someone’ (I just discovered that I’m not growing younger lol!). So till then, I’m off to do some strategizing for the New Year so that I can indeed be prepared for those impending changes and move to higher levels (you know?). And again God answered my heart’s cry for company, music, and the piano. Some thirty minutes after ranting on Facebook earlier today, a senior friend has invited me to join her organisation on a visit to an orphanage next Monday! So I’m going to play some music from the keyboard (better than no real piano) for those kids, and even show them a few tricks on the keyboard. Thank you Jesus! I now got company. What a Christmas gift! Now I’m off to listen to some HBR, Creflo Dollar and Joyce Meyer podcasts!!!

Once again, Merry Christmas and I wish you a Happy New Year in Advance!

Your Lagos Boy

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PS:

Fireworks are explosive compounds with carbon, potassium, and sulphur as the prime constituents. The colours are produced by metallic salts (e.g. blue, copper; yellow, sodium; red, lithium or strontium; green, barium), sparks and crackles by powdered iron, carbon, or aluminum, or by certain lead salts.

Exactly one year ago, Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab went too far with explosives and got Nigeria’s image dragged in the mud again. Obviously, he took the chemistry of explosives too far! Now, I wonder what kind of fireworks he played with while growing up. :(

Guest Post: Contemporary Christian Music and Creativity by Tolu Awobusuyi

By Tolu Awobusuyi

Until recently, the general ideology was that Christian music was strictly ‘worship’-oriented; Halleluyah-chorusing music that only edified the souls of Christians worldwide. But in the last four decades, Christian music has grown to include various forms of music (rock, metal, rap, reggae; name it! It has a Christian alternative). And in defiance of the stereotypes set down by the previous generations, these emerging music ministers have branched into all sorts of music, spreading the Gospel as they say they are. But tell me; is this good news or what?

Artists like Lecrae (rap), Petra (metal) and Jeremy Camp (rock) believe they are to proselytize using the Gospel of Jesus Christ through all forms of music, arguing that we are in a world full of changes, and if we keep preaching the old-fashioned way, no one would be open to the Gospel. They also say that all music is from God, and so the devil should not be allowed to use God’s gifts as his sole property (see Why should the Devil have all the Good music? by Larry Norman).

Scott Stapp

But artists like Creed (rock/metal), 12 Stones (rock) and LPG (rap), say they are simply artists who coincidentally happen to be Christians. They argue that as Christians, they should be allowed a degree of freedom in their expressions, though a lot of their songs tend to be centred on their faith. Says Scott Stapp, front man of bestselling band, Creed: “I’m a Christian. If my music doesn’t turn out to be evangelistic, deal with it”.

They also argue that there are other life issues that need to be addressed through music, though they are not necessarily Christian in nature (see Underoath).

But the two sides of the camp have not been fully accepted by the conservative Christian populace. Many Christians believe music like rock and rap are devilish, and for good reasons. The genres of music the new “ministers” use have been noted for their violent, sensual, anti-Christian nature through the years, especially rock and metal. They believe, rightly at that, that we should be separated from the world in all appearances. They point out that the new forms of Christian music have become money-oriented, not gospel-oriented as they should be, and that the artists have begun to behave like their secular counterparts: immorality is becoming rampant (see Tonex, the Christian rap love triangle), the music is becoming more important than the Gospel, the artists cannot be differentiated from their secular counterparts in dressing (see P.O.D.). Some even go as far as to point out cases of Christian musicians releasing secular albums (see Michael W. Smith, Amy Grant). Some also point out Christian acts who have actually supported secular festivals of immorality, anti-Christian sentiments and open Satanism (Ozzfest had P.O.D. and Chevelle make appearances)

The secular market has been less supportive of the whole affair, calling it “crappy rip-offs”, “wannabe rock stars” and the like. With good point, I’m ashamed to admit. Most of it actually sounds banal, drab and half-baked. The albums of most top Christian artistes would not pass for underground secular artistes because the overall production quality is at best sloppy. And there is a general turn-off because of the message- the Gospel.

Now, I’m not forcing Christian music down anyone’s throat, but if we are Christians, I do not see why the world should be laughing. Sure they would mock us for our beliefs and all that, but that doesn’t mean we should give them good course. Joseph, Jesus’ father, was apparently an excellent carpenter, which was why Jesus could have been described as the carpenter’s son. Sure, we should never relent in our mission to spread the Gospel, but that does not mean we should not put our lives into it. I can’t say if the whole CCM thing is right, but no matter what, Christians should realize it is time to rise. It is time to get creative and be the light to the world. And as I come to this conclusion, I pray God gives us the grace and that we tap into our rights as God’s children so we can lead in ALL things.

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This piece was originally published in the 2010 Edition of Campus Mirror, an annual magazine of the Lagos Varsity Christian Union, University of Lagos, Nigeria and has been slightly modified. Tolu Awobusuyi studies Chemical Engineering at the University of Lagos.

LOOKING FOR LOVE?

By Akinwunmi Akowonjo and Gbenga Awomodu

Relationships

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Preach it pastor! Word! Mmmn…” The noise in the auditorium is almost deafening! Dolapo is among the very few who appear unexcited about the whole thing. She has come to this relationship seminar just because her friends forced her. She is just twenty two, but she has been in and out of five relationships in the last three years and she is very dejected. After gaining admission into the university to study Law at eighteen, she felt she was ready to conquer the world! She started on a very bright note and was ready to give the next four years of her stay on campus the best shot because her parents had spent a lot on her Diploma programme. However, she had a clique of friends who wouldn’t let her be. They kept on teasing and pushing her until she finally heeded their advice and started going out with Kunle, a final year Mechanical Engineering student who seemed to have it all – brains, body build, money, car, and everything any student would desire. But it would not last long! She was just not ready for the responsibilities and time-consuming attention the relationship required. He was just too pushy… Like a dream, she soon broke up and ended up with five breaks-up in three years. Now, she’s in her finals and again, she’s desperate to get engaged before going to Law school!’

The storyline above is a very common one. The relationship topic is everywhere right now and, in fact, many people are tired of those relationship talks and seminars! It appears to grab the attention of most young people even more than the salvation message, but a lot of times one wonders why despite the numerous tips, books, and audio-visual materials on this topic, many young people still do not get it right. If people do as much as they hear, we should have less relationship mistakes and casualties.  Many people just attend relationship seminars, marriage talks, and youth/singles retreat only to savour the excitement in the air and have fun. We hardly reminisce and meditate on those vital lessons passed amidst the noise and screams of energized youths. We do not even take a second look at the notes we took or the self-help materials we were given, talk less of putting the lessons learnt into practice!

The purpose of this article is not to tell you again, all those things you have heard over and over again about how to start or improve a relationship. This is not another attempt to tell you five steps or twelve principles of a happy marriage. No! You’ve probably gotten tired of hearing and reading those terms. Take a pause. Let’s approach the issue of relationship from a different perspective. Why hurry out of singlehood? We need to enjoy and explore singlehood and avoid pressure and haste. Many people out there are eager and ready to attach themselves to the nearest love-professing guy or that lady who catches their fancy and most of these people even claim to have the backing of the Holy Spirit since they have “peace” in their heart. The reason why many people are looking for attachments is because they have not come to appreciate the purpose and beauty of the years of singlehood, and they are not even willing to explore this unique period in life. Are we asking you to stay single? Of course not! (We don’t intend to either). But before you attach yourself in a relationship, be sure that you have explored the benefits of singlehood.

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Singlehood is a time for finding purpose. Before two companies merge, each company first finds out its own strengths and weaknesses. There is a detailed analysis of their vision and purpose in business. After serious introspection, each company realizes and clearly states its projection for the future compared to its present state. When such a thorough assessment has been made, it becomes easier for the company to select or properly choose the other company which would effectively complement its strengths and weaknesses, and shares similar values and business ethics, amongst other protocols. This helps in a mighty way to determine the future outlook of the single company that emerges.  Why attach yourself to someone when you have not even discovered your own purpose and assignment in life, let alone what role your partner is supposed to play in helping to fulfil that purpose? While you’re still single, find your purpose and begin to work tirelessly towards achieving it.

Remember the Adam story. Genesis 1: 18 records that the Lord God said it wasn’t good that man should be alone. He would make him a help-meet. Does that strike any chord in your head? While Adam was at work in the Garden, God saw that it would be good he had someone with him. She would be someone who would keep him company while he was at work and help him to achieve more and be more efficient. Scriptures say God made woman and brought her unto the man. Where was the man? He must have been in the Garden, on the field doing his assignment, fulfilling purpose. So, love-seeking folks, please seek thy purpose! Once you know it, it would be easier to know by the Holy Spirit which kind of person to marry, who to marry and where your partner is supposed to fit into that purpose of yours. With a good knowledge of your purpose, you would be able to define the purpose of your relationship and marriage and eventually come up with a vision for your family.

Singlehood is also a time for self-development. It is amazing to find a lady looking for a soul mate when she doesn’t even have a good character that would win and keep the soul mate? Remember Rebecca, how she became Abraham’s daughter-in-law. It can be inferred from the account in Genesis 24 that she was a lady who had taken time out to explore her singlehood to and had built up her character. The servant prayed in verse 14 that the damsel who would be Isaac’s wife would not only offer him water, but also the camels. That is kindness! How many ladies today have that endearing kindness to go the extra mile, out of their comfort zone, to help people? Giving the servant a drink is understandable, but camels! Camels consume a lot of water. An average camel can gulp up to 30 UK gallons (approx. 136 litres) of water in ten minutes! They store up a lot of water for long journeys as they drink. Imagine Rebecca having to fetch and pour water over and again, yet she didn’t complain. Some may say that it was the servant’s prayer that worked. Yes, but Rebecca’s character helped the job. Good character is not expected of the female folk alone. No matter how much of a fine boy you are or may be you are even on a 4.89/5.00 CGPA and have rich parents, no right thinking lady wants a man who can’t genuinely express love, is stingy, hot-tempered, or can’t control his hormones and emotions. Before you attach yourself to that lady and end up taking her through hell on earth, find out which of your habits and character traits will give any lady a hard time and work on them. Some guys are just dirty and unkempt. Some can’t even spend money on themselves let alone someone else and you want to go into a relationship? Sit and think. Everybody wants a guy she can show off to her friends and family and be proud of. Please, make her job easy and work on your lapses.

It is also a time to plan. Some people don’t even know what they want to do after university! Some do not even know whether they would like to study for advanced degrees, get a job or start their own business immediately after school. Others do not even know what career to pursue. Even if you are part of those who blame the government and leaders for the scarcity of job openings, if you fail to plan, others will plan your life for you, and you most likely would not love the outcome!  Planning is a vital part of every man’s life. Explore your singlehood to plan your life, but be flexible about it. Do not plan your life so rigidly and expect that one lady must fit into that plan irrespective of what she had planned too. Please plan your life with the leading of the Holy Spirit as you allow for flexibility to accommodate your partner’s plans too. You will need to effectively balance your individual plans to the benefit of your home. When a lady has spent time to develop herself, not just any kind of guy will come to ask her out. What a lot of people don’t know is that you attract your type of person. If as a lady most of those who ask you out are wayward guys then you may want to re-check and reassess yourself. If you want to attract a sound person, BE SOUND! Let us say at this point that you must be careful not to set unreasonably high standards for you partner just because you have developed yourself. There is a need for balance.

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Relationship is a time-consuming and energy-sapping endeavour. For people who haven’t grown up spiritually, it could be just another disaster. When you are in a relationship, you are spiritually responsible for yourself and your partner. But you wonder what happens to a man who is not even spiritually responsible for himself and wants to carry someone else along. Let me ask this question? Who told Adam that Eve was his wife? Having spent time with God, he didn’t have a problem knowing what God had prepared for him. Spiritual depth is a proper foundation for discovering a common purpose and vision for your relationship. You should be able to discern the purpose for your relationship, marriage and future home.

  

Finally, use your singlehood to build family values. Men who come home unnecessarily late and don’t value their wives didn’t start after marriage. It had always been a part of them, but it just didn’t surface until marriage for full expression. If God is interested in your relationship, then He is interested in the family that results from it. You therefore must learn and imbibe core family values. Learn to value everyone in your home and respect them.  Some guys do not respect their mothers and sisters and they go out there telling a lady that they love her! That’s a lie! You can’t value your wife if you don’t value female members of your present home. Ladies, you are not exempted. Rebecca in Genesis 24 impresses me. You want to know why? Though not expressly stated, Rebecca must have been someone with good family values. The way her brothers treated her and her guest, and the prayers said strike me! Her people who were responding to the love and respect their sister and daughter had shown to them. They must have been thinking, “Her good character and family values have paid off finally!” Her brother and mother even pleaded that she be allowed to stay with them for perhaps ten more days! They were going to miss her big time! She had made lasting impact in their lives. The prayer in Genesis 24: 60 shows that she valued her family and they valued also esteemed her.

  

Are you looking for love? Look within and ask yourself whether you are what any man would go the extra kilometre to have or whether you are the kind of man that your dream lady can’t resist yelling out “YES” to. If you must marry the right person and build the right home, then you must be the right person!

  

This piece was originally published in the 2009 Edition of Campus Mirror, an annual magazine of the Lagos Varsity Christian Union, University of Lagos, Nigeria and has been slightly modified. Akinwunmi Akowonjo is a former President of the LVCU and recently graduated from the University of Lagos.