One stunt I would have really fancied to perform this Xmas season is to enter and glide in the air with a Hot Air Balloon. The quintessential and singular reason for this, is to demystify my phobia for height and the Hot Air Balloon serves appropriately right for this, because it is open and you are seeing the earth, trees, high rise buildings, sky scrapers as the Shard from the Hot Air Balloon .So in that way you come to terms with the physical reality that your fear from an exposed height has to end right there and then or you commit a Vanity suicide.
Let me bring it a bit more to you as a person. Can I give you as a reader the simple task of a desired stunt? to try prove and demystify for yourself and be totally free for eternity purposes. Perhaps peeps as single beings has a diverse and different aspiring stunts they desire to achieve for themselves. I can perceive that some people have political stunts to do. For instance prove to their electorate that they can deliver an electoral promise of Doughnut when they themselves are the Doughnut. So they end-up showing their faces of Doughnut but with a differential speaking voice. They promise to possibly change the face of the political landscape in their territorial domain.
Some students think that when they gain University admission, which is obviously a great achievement, that the sky will fall...James Bonding their ludicrious mindset. In short if you are in that category this Xmas celeb period is the time to refocus what you think you need to do, in order to refocus on graduating with honours per excellence. There are also individuals who feel that buying a certain car on credit will make fellow local residents fall on their feet and bow to such personal stunt. I say to such, get a car that will spin more capital finance to your pocket. Get rid of the devious pride,its no good.
Having said that, whats your resolution for 2014? Enhanced robust relationships with the human race or a guzzler of friends with benefit, ...Have an awesome Xmas!
Meeeeeeeeeeee. Kings!!!!
Wednesday, 18 December 2013
Thursday, 28 November 2013
The ELECTRIC ViBe BLOG 29
Lots of peeps overtime have a presumption that they as an individual are witty and can therefore take witty jokes of all sorts .But in daily supplifications we can frankly find out that many aren't who they say they are in such premise.I hardly write or say things both online or in real deals that cannot be substantiated by factual accounts. This is our discourse today and be welcome to my blog 29 after several hours break from my usual weekly post, for that I tender an unreserved apologies to my global readership loyalties!
Quite a lot of people cannot recognise the eccentric joker in a friendship .Am practically talking of all sorts of relationship now, be it marital, social friends viz pop dudes/ladies, fellowship geeks in regular professional circles/meetings, adult male & female platonic friendship. Many but a few hearts can recognise a fella who is essentially an eccentric joke maker. Lets simply think of the meaning of an eccentric joker- its nothing but someone who is unconventional, slightly different from the normal everyday next door guy. The eccentric joker is a just fella, who simply jokes a slightly different both in tune and even in laughter. Basically his toast of joke could be very complex and diverse.
I am thinking while drafting this, that if an adults or beings joke and tease and do the same lines of discussion conversations each time on daily basis I actually feel that we will all be living in nothing but a parallel universe that is boring and stiff. Perhaps the only activity will be the political, capital talks and social greed of a few previledge people. Ok I can sense in the air right now that some people are offended with this paragraph, because what I have just said can't be taken as a mere electric vibe. Anyway lets be reminded that no matter what the dictates of our days are, we need the free medication of a good laugh as plenty as possible.
Well, doing dinner last evening with virtually my evening dress. haha I am a man, check the old English name for the long tail dinner suit. Anyway my mind went on browsing spree of yester years. I remember growing up in sunny and superfluous Africa. The quintessential continent that birth the first Man and Woman and further witnessed the birth of todays civilization experiences; but which sadly is the laughing stock of all other continents in todays idea of modern civility and demo-crazy! Hope you are very angry with what I just said? Ok let me explain it plainly-democracy is virtually the demonstration of craze. Hope you got it now, it plainly means that, because we can all see that it is as if equality cannot be attained for all men as prescribed by democracy. Well you may now be asking yourself what is the point of democracy? Well, funny enough it is still the best of baddies. Please be optimistic.
Right, back to the mind browsing, I thought about how stupid and crazy many of us were before the mobile phone invention and total dependence. Back in the day one maybe a grad or post-grad and jobless, no car, no lover, mere living like an empty box. So what happens.....I am saying that as a youngster of about 22 yrs you can be home all day and after fully-bored to the teeth and bone; you may suddenly stagger out of the room and embark on a 4 mile journey to your buddies house. Without first calling or mere informing him that you are coming for a meaningless chat to avert your soliloquized daily routine. The other madness is that while you are trekking down or doing the mileage you may run into one or two other neighbours or acquittances on the way, these people wont even talk you out of embarking on such vain exercise, instead they will say good bye and hope to see you later.
What!! 4 miles I told you and you are saying see you later??? Frankly with hindsight now,i thought that was more than the Olympics combined: China-b & London '12 on a regular basis. Weired and really futile exercise we used to do.Some kinda''muscular invasion''.
To be continued....
Cheers to all you out there!
Kings.
Quite a lot of people cannot recognise the eccentric joker in a friendship .Am practically talking of all sorts of relationship now, be it marital, social friends viz pop dudes/ladies, fellowship geeks in regular professional circles/meetings, adult male & female platonic friendship. Many but a few hearts can recognise a fella who is essentially an eccentric joke maker. Lets simply think of the meaning of an eccentric joker- its nothing but someone who is unconventional, slightly different from the normal everyday next door guy. The eccentric joker is a just fella, who simply jokes a slightly different both in tune and even in laughter. Basically his toast of joke could be very complex and diverse.
I am thinking while drafting this, that if an adults or beings joke and tease and do the same lines of discussion conversations each time on daily basis I actually feel that we will all be living in nothing but a parallel universe that is boring and stiff. Perhaps the only activity will be the political, capital talks and social greed of a few previledge people. Ok I can sense in the air right now that some people are offended with this paragraph, because what I have just said can't be taken as a mere electric vibe. Anyway lets be reminded that no matter what the dictates of our days are, we need the free medication of a good laugh as plenty as possible.
Well, doing dinner last evening with virtually my evening dress. haha I am a man, check the old English name for the long tail dinner suit. Anyway my mind went on browsing spree of yester years. I remember growing up in sunny and superfluous Africa. The quintessential continent that birth the first Man and Woman and further witnessed the birth of todays civilization experiences; but which sadly is the laughing stock of all other continents in todays idea of modern civility and demo-crazy! Hope you are very angry with what I just said? Ok let me explain it plainly-democracy is virtually the demonstration of craze. Hope you got it now, it plainly means that, because we can all see that it is as if equality cannot be attained for all men as prescribed by democracy. Well you may now be asking yourself what is the point of democracy? Well, funny enough it is still the best of baddies. Please be optimistic.
Right, back to the mind browsing, I thought about how stupid and crazy many of us were before the mobile phone invention and total dependence. Back in the day one maybe a grad or post-grad and jobless, no car, no lover, mere living like an empty box. So what happens.....I am saying that as a youngster of about 22 yrs you can be home all day and after fully-bored to the teeth and bone; you may suddenly stagger out of the room and embark on a 4 mile journey to your buddies house. Without first calling or mere informing him that you are coming for a meaningless chat to avert your soliloquized daily routine. The other madness is that while you are trekking down or doing the mileage you may run into one or two other neighbours or acquittances on the way, these people wont even talk you out of embarking on such vain exercise, instead they will say good bye and hope to see you later.
What!! 4 miles I told you and you are saying see you later??? Frankly with hindsight now,i thought that was more than the Olympics combined: China-b & London '12 on a regular basis. Weired and really futile exercise we used to do.Some kinda''muscular invasion''.
To be continued....
Cheers to all you out there!
Kings.
Thursday, 21 November 2013
Am Not KIDDing, Am I?: The Nigerian: A Word Of Mouth Political Self Destr...
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Monday, 30 September 2013
Buddies 5: East African't...BLOG 27
With all humility and am not being funny, i ain't necessarily a closest sort of guy to this buddy. There is a greatness about his person, which has to do with a kind heart , frankly I know one when I see such person. But his world is a bit in shambles because he is not ready to leave his old habits. Once in a while when we are together, you may be prompted to ask what binds us together? He's a real funny dude .He simply amazes me with ludicrous mentality.
Today, he is complaining about his teenage son, who apparently is a full time college student. Like most parents, he desires the best for his son, but he cannot understand why the 17 yrs old do not comply to common sense. Fact is Mr East Africana is not living an examplenary lifestyle to his son. How on earth can a father who drives home late every blessed day ( I remember my mama those days using often the phrase ''every blessed day'') at 1-2 am, drunk and staggering, desiring that his son should get home at least 7 p.m each day even while dad is stuffed up in a Pop in north lond., clearly he the Dad does the opposite?
As a mentor back in the day, it was easy for me to see that the Teen was a good lad in character. The lad frankly wanted a bit of inspiring leadership from his father. Mr African't
enjoys to re-affirm to his son that he 'll do a punch with him some day if he doesn't change his attitude. That's strange, isn't?
Firstly, the lad is gradually just finding out his identity in a mixed messaging conduct and culture of how to be an African as well as being British. Even these concepts are difficult to sort out by mature men and women who migrated here more than a triple decades ago. Not to speak of having a British African't dad which is as unstable as the British weather conditions, but desires a full-on impeccable decency from a 17 yr old son facing peer pressure and cross cultural conflict. Cross cultural CAT-a-strophy, cross cultural casualties. I beg to say , I don't get it !
Today, he is complaining about his teenage son, who apparently is a full time college student. Like most parents, he desires the best for his son, but he cannot understand why the 17 yrs old do not comply to common sense. Fact is Mr East Africana is not living an examplenary lifestyle to his son. How on earth can a father who drives home late every blessed day ( I remember my mama those days using often the phrase ''every blessed day'') at 1-2 am, drunk and staggering, desiring that his son should get home at least 7 p.m each day even while dad is stuffed up in a Pop in north lond., clearly he the Dad does the opposite?
As a mentor back in the day, it was easy for me to see that the Teen was a good lad in character. The lad frankly wanted a bit of inspiring leadership from his father. Mr African't
enjoys to re-affirm to his son that he 'll do a punch with him some day if he doesn't change his attitude. That's strange, isn't?
Firstly, the lad is gradually just finding out his identity in a mixed messaging conduct and culture of how to be an African as well as being British. Even these concepts are difficult to sort out by mature men and women who migrated here more than a triple decades ago. Not to speak of having a British African't dad which is as unstable as the British weather conditions, but desires a full-on impeccable decency from a 17 yr old son facing peer pressure and cross cultural conflict. Cross cultural CAT-a-strophy, cross cultural casualties. I beg to say , I don't get it !
Saturday, 14 September 2013
Buddies 4:Eastend Africana.BLOG 26
East African't and I met at the big day of his son. East African't as i 've decided to call him, because his morals and values are not necessarily African. He is living in his own self styled, constructed bubble, which apparently is ludicrous.
Due to the fact that he has drank himself to stupor and unknowingly started chatting up a strange lady. His wife decided to drive home with the kids as he has refused to come to his senses and go home.
As at the time his Mrs called to report him, i was home as i don't do much of late night. Bemused and gutted, his wife wondered who 'll pick him. He was virtually deserted to be on his own. How was he going home, no one bothered to care.
Well the East African't finally hired a black cab to do the journey for him. Suddenly, his wife heard him re-emphasising to the cabbie that he has paid the cabbie man, to which the cabbie claims as untrue. The docile looking Mrs is out now in the nearby residential car park allotted to them. As soon as she noticed her hubby, she shook her head in disappointment; back slammed the door and tucked herself in-bed with duvet cover. Jeez, he is at the door, his door keys absent in his pocket. Finally, the door was opened by his wife and she throws the bank card at him.
Consequently, she hissed at him! continuing her pretty sleep with a jet speedo sound.
Due to the fact that he has drank himself to stupor and unknowingly started chatting up a strange lady. His wife decided to drive home with the kids as he has refused to come to his senses and go home.
As at the time his Mrs called to report him, i was home as i don't do much of late night. Bemused and gutted, his wife wondered who 'll pick him. He was virtually deserted to be on his own. How was he going home, no one bothered to care.
Well the East African't finally hired a black cab to do the journey for him. Suddenly, his wife heard him re-emphasising to the cabbie that he has paid the cabbie man, to which the cabbie claims as untrue. The docile looking Mrs is out now in the nearby residential car park allotted to them. As soon as she noticed her hubby, she shook her head in disappointment; back slammed the door and tucked herself in-bed with duvet cover. Jeez, he is at the door, his door keys absent in his pocket. Finally, the door was opened by his wife and she throws the bank card at him.
Consequently, she hissed at him! continuing her pretty sleep with a jet speedo sound.
Tuesday, 27 August 2013
The World Isn't Complex,People Are.BLOG 25
Certain individuals tend to relate and deal with you based on their idealogical perceptions, understanding and spontaneous conclusions on you.More often than not they get it wrong, totally.Such peeps tend to do things and act according to how they navigate you with the crucible of their minds.Note here that their own mindset is already a crucible, now they raise the temperature of the crucible mind and together come up with a sum total of who they want and think that you are as a person.It is worse when they know that you as an assessed person is a man of faith, an ever forgiving personality.Equiped with this factual reality, they simply resolve and long to continually do wrong propositions to you the vulnerable here.If it hurts they don't care an inch.
I do conspicuously remember this lovely Uncle of mine,who has since passed onto greater glory; who was fond of saying that if anybody does evil act aginst him with a view to apologising, that he(my Uncle) will also quickly do evil attitude against the offender and smartly apologise too.Laughing! Perhaps it worked for him back in the day.Honestly I am pretty sure that I don't believe in that school of thought, well maybe that is why this present generation has gone talibanic in attitude and manners.
I as an individual has come to a posit in life whereby I don't give a monkeys about anyone who lack grace in their being.They are free to resolve whatever they deem fit to resolve about my personality.What in the world do I care about such peeps, who get their 'effect' without a resultant, knowing fully well that the normal stream of lifes event is suppose to be resultant effect or better still causative effect, but they choose to do it their own way e.g Frank Sinatra's I' d it my way.Well, in all humility I am a class act in the real world, online and landline if you don't mind all the lines whatever, laughs!
Each person in this globe has gotto be themselves.You 've gotto be you. I am me.We as individual humans has to be ourselves like the gorgeous craft from the Almighty creator of all creations.Why should I be someone else, least you.And why would anyone in their insanity desire me to be them? The God of all creations is the God of order and not and 'll never be the author of confusion.Anyone maybe uptight with their trivialities uphead, but that is their world and not mine. Friends, we got to be simple , the path of simplicity is honourable, just, realistic, sweet, joyous, peaceful and has a predestined delivery.
I 've learnt both in the hard way et al to make myself proactive in my thoughts.I won't do any thinking for another adult and clearly I expect same.The world is full of distractions and self contracted distractors, but I cannot give into that.It's absolutely imperactive to know that the devil 'll rather prefer to use people who are most closer to you, whether in the past or present.That's the reason you should useyourheadot.com at all times.People have to learn how not to trade with other peoples life stories.You are only privy to know bits of it, just ponder how you 'll be act if you were to know all the vibes about someone,nuts?
Can we just say that if you abuse the priviledge of the know by trading, well that's definitely your calamity James.(Ha,ha, any English premiership fan in the house?).You 'll get yours without surviving, its called the law of nature.Fact speaking, I recall a couple of years ago, when Telesales was envouge and I wanted to install some Sat Tv device in my house, there was this squeaky vocal and over-ambitious young man who for no justifiable reasons said to me that I cannot turn down the deal offer, why? I anxiously asked, he said because even though I 've not paper signatured it, but I 've verbally made a commitment and deal with him.
Trust me, I literally jumped, summersaulted on my end of the phone and told him with the most thunderous voice, that where in the world is such a law existing? As a elite I dismantled him like an aircrash with words, I even went into legal citations and he quickly beckoned; and invited to the phone his Area manager.Who consequently started an immediate apology, blaming youthful exuberance as the demon.This is the attribute of certain individual lone species who trade priviledge positions of trust.
Do not trade the life events or eventualities of peoples stories, the reason been that, it is the real life's intellectual property of the owners.It should not be shared, traded or voiced by any means possible, because if you do, you are obviously privatising the personal business of others.Moreso , you are grossly violating their lifes spaces.It is not funny and shouldn't be.Everyone on the earth's surface has a life story and history.People are wise enough to pretend and act as if they don't know yours but the truth is, it's just all about self respect and not wanting to juxtapose your personal spaces.We live in a free world of Wifi and Tweeters, word of mouth, cell phone.Violating priviledge story lines is not a form of democracy or ingredients of a free glo-society.
You as a spreader and shredder have got worse lines too about your own decaying life, condescending is another matter altogether.To be forewarned is to be forearmed.Always be reminded that if anyone is so keen about other peoples vibes, it is all about hearing from the horses mouth or delete it from your gabbage loaded head.Too much information can cause explosives in the head, especially the unnecessary info's.Deleting is an option of responsibility.Be responsible not to cause an imaginary California wild fire.There are quite a number of young men and women across the racial classifications who are currently undergoing mid-life crisis because they 've got dementia due to 24/7 hours of deliberating on other peoples life stories.To be demented is medically not a genetic inheritance for Afro-Carribs except the very aged ones. Though am not a medical doctor.
I stand to be corrected for the above, but I 've been blessed to do allied courses as a multi pro., and in this case as a scientist .The quest as I would normally ask is this: Are we really surprised ? if a young person has gone lunae due to other peeps private vibrations? isn't that demented levels? Demented about other peeps untrue stories and celebrating their temporary challenges which obviously is part of the new age of adulthood.Its a life's process, a stage.I 've seen individuals blamed about everything, if he is confrontational(they blame him for doing so), if he is not (he/she is blamed too for that), if someone facing a challenge is a dialoguing person( he is said to be too Shakespearean as a fault).So when is the balance ever right? The gospel of Jesus Christ is a profound gospel for all round aspects of human needs, that's what we need to be spreading and not the personal gospel of mere mortals as us.
Have a great day.
Kings as always.
I do conspicuously remember this lovely Uncle of mine,who has since passed onto greater glory; who was fond of saying that if anybody does evil act aginst him with a view to apologising, that he(my Uncle) will also quickly do evil attitude against the offender and smartly apologise too.Laughing! Perhaps it worked for him back in the day.Honestly I am pretty sure that I don't believe in that school of thought, well maybe that is why this present generation has gone talibanic in attitude and manners.
I as an individual has come to a posit in life whereby I don't give a monkeys about anyone who lack grace in their being.They are free to resolve whatever they deem fit to resolve about my personality.What in the world do I care about such peeps, who get their 'effect' without a resultant, knowing fully well that the normal stream of lifes event is suppose to be resultant effect or better still causative effect, but they choose to do it their own way e.g Frank Sinatra's I' d it my way.Well, in all humility I am a class act in the real world, online and landline if you don't mind all the lines whatever, laughs!
Each person in this globe has gotto be themselves.You 've gotto be you. I am me.We as individual humans has to be ourselves like the gorgeous craft from the Almighty creator of all creations.Why should I be someone else, least you.And why would anyone in their insanity desire me to be them? The God of all creations is the God of order and not and 'll never be the author of confusion.Anyone maybe uptight with their trivialities uphead, but that is their world and not mine. Friends, we got to be simple , the path of simplicity is honourable, just, realistic, sweet, joyous, peaceful and has a predestined delivery.
I 've learnt both in the hard way et al to make myself proactive in my thoughts.I won't do any thinking for another adult and clearly I expect same.The world is full of distractions and self contracted distractors, but I cannot give into that.It's absolutely imperactive to know that the devil 'll rather prefer to use people who are most closer to you, whether in the past or present.That's the reason you should useyourheadot.com at all times.People have to learn how not to trade with other peoples life stories.You are only privy to know bits of it, just ponder how you 'll be act if you were to know all the vibes about someone,nuts?
Can we just say that if you abuse the priviledge of the know by trading, well that's definitely your calamity James.(Ha,ha, any English premiership fan in the house?).You 'll get yours without surviving, its called the law of nature.Fact speaking, I recall a couple of years ago, when Telesales was envouge and I wanted to install some Sat Tv device in my house, there was this squeaky vocal and over-ambitious young man who for no justifiable reasons said to me that I cannot turn down the deal offer, why? I anxiously asked, he said because even though I 've not paper signatured it, but I 've verbally made a commitment and deal with him.
Trust me, I literally jumped, summersaulted on my end of the phone and told him with the most thunderous voice, that where in the world is such a law existing? As a elite I dismantled him like an aircrash with words, I even went into legal citations and he quickly beckoned; and invited to the phone his Area manager.Who consequently started an immediate apology, blaming youthful exuberance as the demon.This is the attribute of certain individual lone species who trade priviledge positions of trust.
Do not trade the life events or eventualities of peoples stories, the reason been that, it is the real life's intellectual property of the owners.It should not be shared, traded or voiced by any means possible, because if you do, you are obviously privatising the personal business of others.Moreso , you are grossly violating their lifes spaces.It is not funny and shouldn't be.Everyone on the earth's surface has a life story and history.People are wise enough to pretend and act as if they don't know yours but the truth is, it's just all about self respect and not wanting to juxtapose your personal spaces.We live in a free world of Wifi and Tweeters, word of mouth, cell phone.Violating priviledge story lines is not a form of democracy or ingredients of a free glo-society.
You as a spreader and shredder have got worse lines too about your own decaying life, condescending is another matter altogether.To be forewarned is to be forearmed.Always be reminded that if anyone is so keen about other peoples vibes, it is all about hearing from the horses mouth or delete it from your gabbage loaded head.Too much information can cause explosives in the head, especially the unnecessary info's.Deleting is an option of responsibility.Be responsible not to cause an imaginary California wild fire.There are quite a number of young men and women across the racial classifications who are currently undergoing mid-life crisis because they 've got dementia due to 24/7 hours of deliberating on other peoples life stories.To be demented is medically not a genetic inheritance for Afro-Carribs except the very aged ones. Though am not a medical doctor.
I stand to be corrected for the above, but I 've been blessed to do allied courses as a multi pro., and in this case as a scientist .The quest as I would normally ask is this: Are we really surprised ? if a young person has gone lunae due to other peeps private vibrations? isn't that demented levels? Demented about other peeps untrue stories and celebrating their temporary challenges which obviously is part of the new age of adulthood.Its a life's process, a stage.I 've seen individuals blamed about everything, if he is confrontational(they blame him for doing so), if he is not (he/she is blamed too for that), if someone facing a challenge is a dialoguing person( he is said to be too Shakespearean as a fault).So when is the balance ever right? The gospel of Jesus Christ is a profound gospel for all round aspects of human needs, that's what we need to be spreading and not the personal gospel of mere mortals as us.
Have a great day.
Kings as always.
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Ashamed Of The Gospel ?? BLOG 24
This is precisely an absolutely close piece from my heart.It's also imperative that you should know that I am a conviction Christian or Christ follower.I sincerely don't know about being a fanatical Christian, but what I think I know is that I make conscious effort to proclaim the truth about the God that I believe in and all His mighty work.So as a reader and known/unknown friend(I may never ever meet you in person).I 'll like you to enjoy this article today.It is an almost un-usual blogging.Enjoy the ride reading!
Firstly, I 'll like us to start with the scripture in Rom 1:16 ''I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes''. Why did I quote that scripture? I quoted it to let y'all know that I am am personally not ashamed of the gospel truth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.So no matter how jovial, peeps' person and socio-politico I am in many of my bloggings, I like to let peeps know that I love the gospel truth of Jesus Christ.The salvation part of the gospel of Jesus Christ is quoted in the book of Psalms as such joyous power that ENABLES us to fetch water out of the wells of salvation(put aptly as liberty).
Now, here is the deal of this blogging right now. I am going to be as simplistic and straight forward as the experience itself happened.I call it experience but if I don't want to be comically cheeky with y'all I 'll say it as it is: The Miraculous back to Life of Monic. Guys can I just say that I am taking the risk of blogging about this today without the prior knowledge of my Pastor. He does sometimes stumbles into reading my blog from Twitter as he is very much aware of the blog 'AmNotKiddingAmi?' But he may likely not want me to blog about this subject.Not quite sure how he considers it, subjective or objective.Apparently objective in nature in my view,as he also.I know that in as much as he doesn't like publicity, he also would prefer me not to give the names and places of our church.
The fundamental reason for the above is that our local Pastor doesn't believe in any form or practise of prosperity messaging.He is also very careful about miscontruling people into taking the glory of God.All the local Pastor believes as I humbly do also is that the name of God only should be praised and only God should all glory belong.But I am effectively risking sharing this experience with you guys because I want people to give their life to Jesus Christ, which I know as the gospel truth of God's life. I can understand that my local Pastor can stumble into this blog anytime, in as much as I do respect him, I 'll like to be a bit cheeky to share this with you all.Hopefully you 'll be blessed by the experience.
On sat. the 15th of Jun.2013,my local Pst who is a personal friend of mine was met to pick me up , but he couldn't and so re-arranged for someone to deputise for him.What happened? He was pruning the branches in a big tree that is in his cul-de-sac house, and as expected he was using a relatively new Ladder to do the climbing.The ladder itself crumbled on itself and broke into irreconcilable pieces.The question is, where is the climber? The docile Pastor fell so hard beyond believe on his forehead, left arm and rolled vigorously on the nearby concrete hard slabs in the garden.His wife wasn't at home and all his four elite brilliantly grown up children has over the recent years lived on their own.He had multiple , triple surgical stitches in a quarter of his facials , back, arm.God Almighty was definitely his rescue.Two Sundays running until just last Sunday, he wasn't able to do the pulpit calling job, that he loved so much with a passion.That gives you an insight about the gravity of the fall.
Right this is the main deal .Next day the 16th of June(sunday).I was sitting in the front middle roll as we normally do.I 've been a front roller since my first day of school in life, because I like to grab everything.Well same attitude I carry onto the church services.'Haha afterall I am not going to be asked to pay for the vintage posit, big boys don't and can't pay God, no way,ain't a cinema'.....kidding with a laugh.Anyways, service started , sharp 10 am; trust English people and time! Praise and worship song, exciting day, black people bouncing with their flamboyant Afro/ Carribean traditional clothings.White people donning with T- shirts and trousers.Other white guys even wearing combact short-knickers combined with mere flip-flops, as they can't be bothered to dress too much.Hmm! Sunshine is blasting inferno radiations, very un-usual for everyday England,'init'?
Now praise and worship song is over, next peeps are asked to do a hand shake, warm welcoming to both new and old folks, children asked to move down to the Creche and sunday school.Then the Pastor's wife( I won't mention her name, if you got that appetite sorry, I told y'all they abhor publicity of any sort; truly humble, simple, pragmatic everyday Christian folks).She told the congregation including me, that one of her daughter's friend just died, for no apparent diagnostic cause of death.She therefore re-emphasised that the congregational members of the church should endeavour to trust in God and ensure that they serve God in truth and in spirit, just as the church just did in worship.The reason according to her is because no one knows when the Lord is coming, may call anyone home, neither do anyone knows the Lord's second coming to earth.Well, everyone listened ardently.I in particular listen so attentively, because I like her ascent and she is my friend.Her simplistic delivery of the Word is fab, more so she works as an academia as my humble self, we connect mentally in lots of ways.
Then comes the stage, where the deputy for the resident Pastor was to deliver the most basic sermon for the day.The sermon was a bomb and as simple as submitting the entirety of ones life to Jesus Christ, the son of God Almighty.Simple ,basic sermon for an everyday Christian, adult, kids,new comers,repentant back sliders and those seeking a new heart from sin.Lovely, enjoyable sermon.Now, from nowhere, there was a massive bang blasting on the roof top, perhaps even, where the cross of Christ is structured beautifully on the state of the art, solidly constructed glass and brick architectural edifice.The cables on the hexagonal roof design bounced three times repeatedly.The deputising preacher in his usual calmness asked for 'peace be still'.Appealed for church members to be calm and stay on their sit as possible as they could.Seconds later, service continued as normal.Some mini-chested dudes,''don't laugh but am laughing right now'';went outside to check if it is some kinda sub-urban terrorism.Ha ha!
Half an hour later, I had a familiar couples voice calling out in for help: Mum,mum,oh no.Jesus help us Lord! From where I sat, I decided to do a quick 90 degrees neck turning and all I saw immediately was my close friends( a lawyer and his wife, a nurse/midwife by pro).I was moved instantaneously by the Holy Spirit as I saw the about 80 yrs old woman falling sideways to her left arm on her sit.She never fell to her face(which could 've in my opine possibly indicated a conscious,possible life).But she fell sideways and she was instantly gone.All her vital signs of life vanished,no pulse,breathe,movements of any sort visible.Her own daughter like I mentioned earlier is an NHS certified practising staff.She 'd tried to revive her mum but to no avail, then she started wailing,six other NHS nurses,medical reps including a medical doctor I suppose was in the service, all 'd tried to do CPS but to no avail.Gone she was! Just like that? dead??
A mere handful of us, with all humility according to God's word in 1 Peter 5 vs 6, i can vouch for myself, was really touched,moved totally to God's submission of the situation at hand; and therefore decided within ourselves individually without speaking to one another, that we 've to blank off and pray to God.I remember remaining standing where I was and declaring God's own words of life e.g the 3rd book of John in the bible e.t.c, we spoke and blasted in tongues,loud, quiet as possibly as I and others could; like we may never have done before in our lives.Frankly, a lot of ardent church members/goers with possibly 500 yrs experience of being a Christian were busy gazing at Monic and also looking at peeps like myself as if '' what does he think he is doing? ''someone has given up the ghost, you are speaking and praying in tongues; in fact unknown languages, silly cheeky men''.Well even though I could guess the reading on their faces, I didn't give a monkey neither banana. I only continued and was determined by God's grace to pray even more and of course some of my guys/ladies who strongly believe in the miracle of Jesus Christ's name, were continually speaking in tongues, quoting bible verses with absolute faith in God came to cuddle me and were encouraged to continue with the efficacy of the prayers.
Behold in about 15 mins plus,Monic was beginning to show signs of breathe, sneezing, coughing out, eyes slowly opening and the lips.She smiled to her daughter, son-in-law.Praise God is the next thing I started hearing, Jesus Christ must be praised.The entirety of the church was suddenly light up in beaming smiles,laughter, cheers and jubilation's.Am pretty sure that even the initial 'no faith-ers',God forgive me here..started running around like headless chicken,rejoicing.Back to the gist, two NHS medical ambulances arrived, having been called-in urgency by two different people in desperation to save a buoyant life.People were relieved, sweating.I was amazed by God, even though I knew that God is able to bring her back to life as I and others 've absolute faith in God.One of Monics daughters had literally drove mad to church within the hour of incidence, and cried to conclusion that her lovely mum was gone.She wailed so badly with annoyance.
Tell you what? I was moved to speak and pray in tongues because I felt that if someone who walked on her own to church died inside the church service, it may be highly scandalous to the church and of course the body of Christ.Firstly, unbelievers 'll never accept to be invited to the church or any other ever again and they 'll love to mock the church and discourage innocent Christians especially youngsters.They would 've loved to say ' are you going to that church where people die,where is their God? '.Infact fake competitive churches could 've possibly be found doing same mocking game.Why? because they are in lugubrious and unnecessary competition with themselves,by themselves and for themselves and not anything in the spirit of God's love for one another nor loving your neighbour as the Lord commanded in the ten commandment.But God forbid, God didn't allow that scandal as the church and its leadership is too superb in character.Another reason would 've been the coronary enquiry and of course the excessiveness of the BBC and other media powerhouses.It's a living church for God's glory only, I repeat only God's glory.Praise Master Jesus Christ!
Right, do you still doubt the existence of a true living God? do you believe in Jesus Christ? are you in occult? do you practise satanism? do you think of yourself as a personality with a demi-god? do you practise witch crafting? well that was an eye-witnessing testimony I was blessed to see for myself.The old lady was discharged many hours later, 2 days later when I enquired about her, her son-in-law texted back to me that the gracious old lady went shopping at Tesco's.Friday same week, she continued to be out and about, and jetted off on holidays to Jamaica.Do you know why? because when God give you a life back, its a double miracle of renewed strength and vitality.God perfects all things great and beautiful.He is the ever awesome God.Guys there's no point lieing to you, He is practical with our lives. Y'all knows that I am the guy next door, I don't give neither a monkey nor banana's but I can give cornflakes if you need it.I'll tell you as it is.Accept the Lord as your Saviour today.Just remember I am your guy next door, no gimmicks, just me as always.Many thanks for painstakingly reading through the end of this.
Your Host!
Kings...
Hey pray that my resident Pastor 'll not be annoyed that I 'd blog about this.Hahahehe!It's a great testimony to be shared anyway,our lives are like a city set on the mountain top;so says the holy bible.I said praaaaaaay!!
Firstly, I 'll like us to start with the scripture in Rom 1:16 ''I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes''. Why did I quote that scripture? I quoted it to let y'all know that I am am personally not ashamed of the gospel truth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.So no matter how jovial, peeps' person and socio-politico I am in many of my bloggings, I like to let peeps know that I love the gospel truth of Jesus Christ.The salvation part of the gospel of Jesus Christ is quoted in the book of Psalms as such joyous power that ENABLES us to fetch water out of the wells of salvation(put aptly as liberty).
Now, here is the deal of this blogging right now. I am going to be as simplistic and straight forward as the experience itself happened.I call it experience but if I don't want to be comically cheeky with y'all I 'll say it as it is: The Miraculous back to Life of Monic. Guys can I just say that I am taking the risk of blogging about this today without the prior knowledge of my Pastor. He does sometimes stumbles into reading my blog from Twitter as he is very much aware of the blog 'AmNotKiddingAmi?' But he may likely not want me to blog about this subject.Not quite sure how he considers it, subjective or objective.Apparently objective in nature in my view,as he also.I know that in as much as he doesn't like publicity, he also would prefer me not to give the names and places of our church.
The fundamental reason for the above is that our local Pastor doesn't believe in any form or practise of prosperity messaging.He is also very careful about miscontruling people into taking the glory of God.All the local Pastor believes as I humbly do also is that the name of God only should be praised and only God should all glory belong.But I am effectively risking sharing this experience with you guys because I want people to give their life to Jesus Christ, which I know as the gospel truth of God's life. I can understand that my local Pastor can stumble into this blog anytime, in as much as I do respect him, I 'll like to be a bit cheeky to share this with you all.Hopefully you 'll be blessed by the experience.
On sat. the 15th of Jun.2013,my local Pst who is a personal friend of mine was met to pick me up , but he couldn't and so re-arranged for someone to deputise for him.What happened? He was pruning the branches in a big tree that is in his cul-de-sac house, and as expected he was using a relatively new Ladder to do the climbing.The ladder itself crumbled on itself and broke into irreconcilable pieces.The question is, where is the climber? The docile Pastor fell so hard beyond believe on his forehead, left arm and rolled vigorously on the nearby concrete hard slabs in the garden.His wife wasn't at home and all his four elite brilliantly grown up children has over the recent years lived on their own.He had multiple , triple surgical stitches in a quarter of his facials , back, arm.God Almighty was definitely his rescue.Two Sundays running until just last Sunday, he wasn't able to do the pulpit calling job, that he loved so much with a passion.That gives you an insight about the gravity of the fall.
Right this is the main deal .Next day the 16th of June(sunday).I was sitting in the front middle roll as we normally do.I 've been a front roller since my first day of school in life, because I like to grab everything.Well same attitude I carry onto the church services.'Haha afterall I am not going to be asked to pay for the vintage posit, big boys don't and can't pay God, no way,ain't a cinema'.....kidding with a laugh.Anyways, service started , sharp 10 am; trust English people and time! Praise and worship song, exciting day, black people bouncing with their flamboyant Afro/ Carribean traditional clothings.White people donning with T- shirts and trousers.Other white guys even wearing combact short-knickers combined with mere flip-flops, as they can't be bothered to dress too much.Hmm! Sunshine is blasting inferno radiations, very un-usual for everyday England,'init'?
Now praise and worship song is over, next peeps are asked to do a hand shake, warm welcoming to both new and old folks, children asked to move down to the Creche and sunday school.Then the Pastor's wife( I won't mention her name, if you got that appetite sorry, I told y'all they abhor publicity of any sort; truly humble, simple, pragmatic everyday Christian folks).She told the congregation including me, that one of her daughter's friend just died, for no apparent diagnostic cause of death.She therefore re-emphasised that the congregational members of the church should endeavour to trust in God and ensure that they serve God in truth and in spirit, just as the church just did in worship.The reason according to her is because no one knows when the Lord is coming, may call anyone home, neither do anyone knows the Lord's second coming to earth.Well, everyone listened ardently.I in particular listen so attentively, because I like her ascent and she is my friend.Her simplistic delivery of the Word is fab, more so she works as an academia as my humble self, we connect mentally in lots of ways.
Then comes the stage, where the deputy for the resident Pastor was to deliver the most basic sermon for the day.The sermon was a bomb and as simple as submitting the entirety of ones life to Jesus Christ, the son of God Almighty.Simple ,basic sermon for an everyday Christian, adult, kids,new comers,repentant back sliders and those seeking a new heart from sin.Lovely, enjoyable sermon.Now, from nowhere, there was a massive bang blasting on the roof top, perhaps even, where the cross of Christ is structured beautifully on the state of the art, solidly constructed glass and brick architectural edifice.The cables on the hexagonal roof design bounced three times repeatedly.The deputising preacher in his usual calmness asked for 'peace be still'.Appealed for church members to be calm and stay on their sit as possible as they could.Seconds later, service continued as normal.Some mini-chested dudes,''don't laugh but am laughing right now'';went outside to check if it is some kinda sub-urban terrorism.Ha ha!
Half an hour later, I had a familiar couples voice calling out in for help: Mum,mum,oh no.Jesus help us Lord! From where I sat, I decided to do a quick 90 degrees neck turning and all I saw immediately was my close friends( a lawyer and his wife, a nurse/midwife by pro).I was moved instantaneously by the Holy Spirit as I saw the about 80 yrs old woman falling sideways to her left arm on her sit.She never fell to her face(which could 've in my opine possibly indicated a conscious,possible life).But she fell sideways and she was instantly gone.All her vital signs of life vanished,no pulse,breathe,movements of any sort visible.Her own daughter like I mentioned earlier is an NHS certified practising staff.She 'd tried to revive her mum but to no avail, then she started wailing,six other NHS nurses,medical reps including a medical doctor I suppose was in the service, all 'd tried to do CPS but to no avail.Gone she was! Just like that? dead??
A mere handful of us, with all humility according to God's word in 1 Peter 5 vs 6, i can vouch for myself, was really touched,moved totally to God's submission of the situation at hand; and therefore decided within ourselves individually without speaking to one another, that we 've to blank off and pray to God.I remember remaining standing where I was and declaring God's own words of life e.g the 3rd book of John in the bible e.t.c, we spoke and blasted in tongues,loud, quiet as possibly as I and others could; like we may never have done before in our lives.Frankly, a lot of ardent church members/goers with possibly 500 yrs experience of being a Christian were busy gazing at Monic and also looking at peeps like myself as if '' what does he think he is doing? ''someone has given up the ghost, you are speaking and praying in tongues; in fact unknown languages, silly cheeky men''.Well even though I could guess the reading on their faces, I didn't give a monkey neither banana. I only continued and was determined by God's grace to pray even more and of course some of my guys/ladies who strongly believe in the miracle of Jesus Christ's name, were continually speaking in tongues, quoting bible verses with absolute faith in God came to cuddle me and were encouraged to continue with the efficacy of the prayers.
Behold in about 15 mins plus,Monic was beginning to show signs of breathe, sneezing, coughing out, eyes slowly opening and the lips.She smiled to her daughter, son-in-law.Praise God is the next thing I started hearing, Jesus Christ must be praised.The entirety of the church was suddenly light up in beaming smiles,laughter, cheers and jubilation's.Am pretty sure that even the initial 'no faith-ers',God forgive me here..started running around like headless chicken,rejoicing.Back to the gist, two NHS medical ambulances arrived, having been called-in urgency by two different people in desperation to save a buoyant life.People were relieved, sweating.I was amazed by God, even though I knew that God is able to bring her back to life as I and others 've absolute faith in God.One of Monics daughters had literally drove mad to church within the hour of incidence, and cried to conclusion that her lovely mum was gone.She wailed so badly with annoyance.
Tell you what? I was moved to speak and pray in tongues because I felt that if someone who walked on her own to church died inside the church service, it may be highly scandalous to the church and of course the body of Christ.Firstly, unbelievers 'll never accept to be invited to the church or any other ever again and they 'll love to mock the church and discourage innocent Christians especially youngsters.They would 've loved to say ' are you going to that church where people die,where is their God? '.Infact fake competitive churches could 've possibly be found doing same mocking game.Why? because they are in lugubrious and unnecessary competition with themselves,by themselves and for themselves and not anything in the spirit of God's love for one another nor loving your neighbour as the Lord commanded in the ten commandment.But God forbid, God didn't allow that scandal as the church and its leadership is too superb in character.Another reason would 've been the coronary enquiry and of course the excessiveness of the BBC and other media powerhouses.It's a living church for God's glory only, I repeat only God's glory.Praise Master Jesus Christ!
Right, do you still doubt the existence of a true living God? do you believe in Jesus Christ? are you in occult? do you practise satanism? do you think of yourself as a personality with a demi-god? do you practise witch crafting? well that was an eye-witnessing testimony I was blessed to see for myself.The old lady was discharged many hours later, 2 days later when I enquired about her, her son-in-law texted back to me that the gracious old lady went shopping at Tesco's.Friday same week, she continued to be out and about, and jetted off on holidays to Jamaica.Do you know why? because when God give you a life back, its a double miracle of renewed strength and vitality.God perfects all things great and beautiful.He is the ever awesome God.Guys there's no point lieing to you, He is practical with our lives. Y'all knows that I am the guy next door, I don't give neither a monkey nor banana's but I can give cornflakes if you need it.I'll tell you as it is.Accept the Lord as your Saviour today.Just remember I am your guy next door, no gimmicks, just me as always.Many thanks for painstakingly reading through the end of this.
Your Host!
Kings...
Hey pray that my resident Pastor 'll not be annoyed that I 'd blog about this.Hahahehe!It's a great testimony to be shared anyway,our lives are like a city set on the mountain top;so says the holy bible.I said praaaaaaay!!
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