'I will wait for you' Janette Mcghee

I watched this video by poet and spoken word artiste Janette Mcghee  last year and something in the service this morning brought it back to mind. I remember feeling alive and empowered after watching it. Janette spoke about rushing into relationship she knew she had no business getting into, to quench her ‘thirst’ and to manage her ‘boredom’. She spoke about making him ‘the one’ even though she knew  he wasn’t the ‘one’. This is a sentiment many girls/ ladies/women would resonate with.  Ultimately, she shares with her audience the conviction that it was best to wait, that she would wait for the one. Even if it means  she would never get married.

I think every girl should learn the words of this poem. I think this poem should be read in schools’ assemblies, I think this poem should be played on the radio. I thought to share it with you.

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So it seemed that it was cool, for everyone to be in a relationship but me.
So I took matters into my own hands, and ended up with him.
Him who displayed the characteristics of a cheater, a liar, an abuser, & a thief.


So why was I surprised when he broke into my heart?
I called 911, but I was cardiac arrested for aiding and abetting,
Cause it was me who let him in…
Claiming we were “just friends”.
It was already decided for me by the first date, that even if he wasn’t!
I was gonna make him ‘The One’
You know, I was tired of being alone.
And I simply made up in my mind, that it was about that time,

So I decided to drag him along for the ride,
Cause I was always the bridesmaid & never the bride.
A virgin in the physical, but mentally just a grown woman on the corner in heat!
Who was tired of the wait!
So I was gonna make him ‘The One’.
He had a… form of Godliness… but not much.
But hey, hey I can change him! So (honey) I’ll TAKE him, I mean he’s close… enough.
Ready to sell my aorta for a quarter, not knowing the value of its use to me.

Arteries so clogged with my will, it blocked His will from flowing through me.
So, I thank Christ that His blood pressure gave this heart an attack,
That flatlined my obscured vision, put me flat on my back
Through my ignorance He sawed,
Through my sternum He sawed & cracked open my chest
To transplant Psalm 51:10
A new heart & a renewed right spirit within!

So now I fully understand,
Better yet I thoroughly comprehend,
How much I need to wait… for You.
See, the bad thing is that I knew he wasn’t you from the beginning..
Cause in the beginning was the Word
And he didn’t even sound or shine like Your Son
Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks,
And all he could whisper was sweet, empty nothings –
Which meant NOTHING.
He couldn’t even pray when I needed him to,
Asking him to fast would be absurd!
So forget about being cleansed & washed with water through the Word…
But I know You..
You were already praying for me.
Even never having met me,
Let me assure you, I will wait for you.

I will no longer date, socialize or communicate with carbon copies of you
To appease my boredom or to quench my thirstiness I have for attention
And short-lived compliments from ‘sorta kindas’.
You know….
He ‘sort kinda’ right, but ‘sorta kinda’ wrong?
His first name LUKE,
His last name WARM.
I, I won’t settle for false companionship
I won’t lay in the embrace of his arms,
Attempting to find some closeness,
But never feeling so far apart cause, I just wanna be held
Cause ”all I gotta do is Say” No!
No more ‘almost sessions’ of ‘almost coming close’
Passing winks & buying drinks,
I’ma, I’ma, I’ma flirt!
Who flirts with the ideology of,
‘Can you just tell me how much I can get away with & still be saved?’
NO more.
I’ll stay in my bed alone, and write poems, about how I will wait for you.
He won’t even come close,
Our fingers won’t even interlock
We won’t even exchange breath
Cause I have thoughts that I’ve ‘saved as’ in a file that God has only equipped you to open.

I will no longer get weighted down,
From so-called friends & family talks,
About the concern for my biological clock
When I serve the Author of Time.

Who is NOT subject to time,

But I’M subject to Him,
He has the ability to STOP, FAST FORWARD, PAUSE, or REWIND at any given time…
So if we could role play,
You would be Abraham & I would be Sara
Or you can be Isaac & I can be Rebecca – a servant’s answered prayer
I am bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh,
Made up of your rib Adam!
And once we meet, like electrons
I will be bound to your nucleus, completely indivisible atom.
We even speak the same math: 1 + 1 + 1 = 3, which really equals 1 if you add Him.
We were all created in His image,
But you have the ability to reflect, project & even detect the Son.
If I were to explain what you looked like,
You would have to look like a star,
A son of the Son..
I would gain energy simply from the light on me.
I would need you , in order to complete my photosynthesis
I await your revelation, but once again from the genesis, I will wait for you.

And I will know you… because when you speak I will be reminded of Solomon’s wisdom,
Your ability to lead will remind me of Moses,
Your faith will remind me of Abraham,
Your confidence in God’s Word will remind me of Daniel,
Your inspiration will remind me of Paul,
Your heart for God will remind me of David,
Your attention to detail will remind me of Noah,

Your integrity will remind me of Joseph,

And your ability to abandon your own will, will remind me of the disciples,

But your ability to love selflessly & unconditionally will remind me of Christ.
But I won’t need to identify you by any special Matthews or any special Marks,
Cause His word will be tatted all over your heart.

And you will know me, and you will find me,
Where… the boldness of Esther meets the warm closeness of Ruth.
Where the hospitality of Lydia is aligned with the submission of Mary,
Which is engulfed in the tears of a praying Hanna.
I will be the one, drenched in Proverbs 31… waiting for you.

But to my Father, my Father who has known me before I was birthed into this earth
Only if you should see fit…
I desire Your will above mine,
So even if you call me to a life of singleness,
My heart is content with YOU – the One who was sent.
YOU are the greatest love story ever told,
The greatest story ever known
You are forever my judge & I’m forever Your witness
And I pray that I’m always found on a mission about my Father’s business
Oh, I will always be Yours!
And I will always wait for You Lord, more than the watchmen wait for the morning
More than the watchmen wait for the morning…

I will wait.


Choosing Wisely

This song encouraging Nigerians to “ChooseWisely” in the upcoming elections was sung by sisters, Dinachi and Chibundu Onuzo.

“Making a difference begins with you and me and with our leaders, officials and every Nigerian citizen.”

The song bears a very important message and melodious, which is why it had racked up nearly 1000 views on Youtube within 48 hours of its release.

Its gonna be OK!

I first saw the Apolos Hester video on Facebook last night. I have played the video over ten times since then. The enthusiasm, smile and radiance of  the  young player is infectious. With over 8m views and counting,  if you have not seen it, this will bless you. We all can use a dose of positivity and optimism:)

TWC News Austin reporter Lauren Mickler and videographer Jesse Moloney interview East View High School Football player Apollos Hester after the Patriots triumphed over Vandegrift by one point. Hester’s post-game interview was one of the most inspiring interviews .

African Literary Evening: The best captured moments and memories.

The African Literary Evening was my idea even though I feel I cannot take all the credit for its success. The idea came about from the culmination of several conversations with people over a period of time. The African Literary Evening was an evening of spoken word, poetry recitations, book readings and networking. It was also an evening designed to bring together emerging and successful authors under the same platform to share ideas and interact. There are many events across London that bring men and women in print together, but not many that gather African authors.

We had two panels discuss certain topics and it was a coincidence that the panellists where all Nigerian and female. The topics included ‘making money from writing: is it possible to make a living as a writer?, the future of publishing in the UK: is it traditional publishing?, self-publishing and collaborative publishing or hybrid publishing?, beyond print, moving with the digital revolution: ebooks, podcasts, audio books and short films, genres and moving beyond expectations placed on African writing.

Our panellists included Nuzo Onoh- a celebrated author of African horror novels, Abidemi Sanusi, Ireneson Okojie- columnist for the Observer and Independent,  Abimbola Dare, Ola Nubi,  Kiru Taye,  Kemi Oguniyi,  Amanda Epe, Tolu Popoola and Tundun Adeyemo. Our panellists are experienced writers who have earned their recognition in the world of writing. Sade Adeniran was the Common wealth Writers award winner for her book Imagine This in 2008 .  Abidemi Sanusi  was shortlisted for the same award for her book ‘Eyo’.

Abidemi was able to discuss how she is able to work as a full time writer. She combines life as an author with her company ‘Ready Writer’. Kiru Taye is the number one writer of African romance in the UK. Kiru Taye writes full time and she makes a living from it. Kiru has written twelve books in four years. It is hard to keep up with her. Abimbola Dare, a Christian romance author, is another very influential and powerful writer, even with a young baby, she told the audience that she writes on her laptop whilst breast feeding her three month old baby- Life as a mummy author eh?

Sade Adeniran who runs Sade’s World of Podcasting now makes short films and documentaries. A true artiste, Sade is eying some of the converted awards in the industry.  A lot of the panellists had things to contribute on whether it was possible to make a living in writing. Abimbola Dare was of the opinion that it could happen over time, but in the meantime, keep your day job. Adura Ojo, a poet, who was unable to join us at the event, also contributed that earning an income from writing is possible but the writer needs to be creative in creating streams of income. Streams of income available to authors include public speaking, workshops and seminars, events and commission writing.

We discussed the future of publishing in the United Kingdom, we considered whether it was best to go collaborative, self or hybrid and moving beyond the expectations placed on African writers in the UK. There was no common consensus as many in the audience were self-publishers who found fame through their own labour. Ireneson Okojie, a columnist for the Independent and Observer decried the fact that it was hard for publishing houses to take on African authors. Nuzo Onoh also commented on the fact that African writers are often categorised under multicultural and race headings in public libraries. She and Irene agreed that African writers had to think outside the box in terms of their content and publicity if they wanted to sell their books.

Members of the audience were not left out, someone wanted to ask how to combine writing with single motherhood to four children. Another wanted to find out if there were other authors who wrote only for African children in the UK? Another person wanted to introduce her new book: a Christian bible book for children. It was a solid event to all intents and purposes, many people even came from outside and the bar downstairs to see what was happening at the library where we were.

Highlights of the evening included Theresa Lola, a spoken word artiste who thrilled the audience with her very passionate poem on the abducted Chibok girls and another poem about the essence of womanhood.  Ola Nubi read an excerpt of her book ‘Love’s Persuasion. Sade Adeniran read a short story that reflected the drama associated with being dismissed from her job on the first day of working. Tundun Adeyemo read a poem from her collection ‘The Immigrant’. Tundun tried to portray the scene of a departure at the Murtala Muhammed airport about 13 years ago when she left Nigeria for England. Many people enjoyed the last line ‘I was going to England, not to see the Queen’. Tolulope Popoola read two of her flash fiction stories. One was from a collection titled ‘Fertile Imagination; and the other was ‘the Alibi’.


The evening ended with networking over warm and cold drinks, book sales and signings.

After the event, we didn’t have to wait long to read and watch what people said about it.  The Battabox spin to the event (video available on youtube) is humorous. Should Nigerian parents allow their children to be writers? Obi and Lola, Christopher Ejugbo and Adeola Akintoye all wrote different accounts of the evening. Adeola Akintoye called the event an evening extraordinaire. Christoger Ejugbo considered the fact whether or not Africans read in a thumbs up account of his Saturday evening with the event.

All in all, the African Literary Evening worked because of a successful collaboration with Accomplish Press. The question everyone is asking is will there be more events. The organisers are yet to decide.


Tundun Adeyemo


Bring Back Our Girls ( I Can Hear Their Cry)

Ladies and Gentlemen, she needs no introduction its Theresa Lola

Bring Back Our Girls (I Can Hear Their Cry)

I can hear their cry
I can hear their cry
It sounds louder when i watch the news every night at 9
And I am reminded that the youngest girl was about nine.

I can hear the sound of bombs,
Just before they deafen my ears
and all that is left of innocent people is tyres and pieces of destroyed homes.
Flyers with their faces on it begging them to come home.

A country extremely divided
A country extremists divided
People are now afraid to pray
unsure if its their church that will be bombed today
Fear found its way to lock up churches on Sundays.

A group hiding behind religion, forcing it down our throats
A group hiding behind religion to use humans as scapegoats.

Simply using violence as a way to gain power.

As I read this poem, body parts are flying somewhere in Nigeria.
Theresa Lola 1
As I read this poem
richmen are sitting comfortably in their chair claiming to be concerned about Nigeria.

I can hear their cry.
Sounds like the voices of almost 300 girls
stolen from their families and paying for their freedom of choice with bondage.
I looked up the definition of westernization.
I guess i was lucky to escape them.
But i am not too far away
Because i can hear their cry
I can hear their cry
it sounds louder when i watch the news every day at 9
And i am reminded that the youngest girl was about nine.
Who will be sold into the hands of a man that will teach her love is born out of hate.
Or that power is bondage.
Or that her beauty
Is measured by a ransom of money from rich men
Or that religion
can be found in the mouth of a gun.
Or that freedom
Is a synonym for slavery
Or that tears Theresa lola 4
are simply droplets of water that have no meaning.
Sold into the hands of a man
who will teach her these things
While i sit here and pray that she will someday unlearn these things

I hope you know that you are a lighthouse,
And this wave will not swallow you.
I hope you know that you are a lighthouse,
And this wave will not swallow you.
I pray that violence
will no longer tear a country into bones and blood.
Breaking down houses
into stones and mud.
I can only hope that peace that wins this battle
I hope you know that you are a lighthouse,
And this wave will not swallow you.
-Theresa Lola

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Funmbi, the Comedian for your Monday merriment.

Here are  clips of Funmbi, the Comedian. He performed at the African Comedy Night where he stole the show- in my opinion anyways.  As I have only just discovered him, here are two clips of him for your Monday merriment.