S: Smart.
she is SMART!

An argument on politics was going on in my office the other day. The argument was clearly going on in a foolish way; they were letting a lot of false facts and figures fly around. I couldn’t stand it anymore, and since it was a free-for-all argument, I came in. I was making so much sense (I am certain I was) when suddenly my boss cut me off with,

“Please be quiet, let the men speak. What do women know about serious issues like politics? If we were talking fashion or home management or even matters of love, Ehen. But, Politics? Oh please!”

In summary, the only thing a woman is good for is being in love, dressing fashionably (or talking fashion) and fixing meals. She is not smart enough to engage in meaningful discussions.

After going online to bring out facts and figures that clearly proved my side of the argument right (almost impeccable). I told him how a woman who knows jack about serious issues like politics is set to becoming the next president of the world.

Some folks say a woman is not smart. That she is too emotional to be smart.
I’m not going to dispute the fact that women are emotional, at least, more emotional than men. Our being emotional, however, does not affect our smartness.


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My friend (a worshipper) and I were lip-synching some songs on one of my playlists, few days back. At a point, one of the songs got us into some serious examinations. Then he asked me about my thoughts  on original songs(specs and all that). I shared some with him and decided to also do same here.

Like the name is,-Original songs. And so it should be,-original songs. I understand that the heart cry of every worshipper/leader/director is to do something that will have a connect from his/her personality to their audience. Yes, we wanna release singles, duets, EPs,debuts, albums, music videos.

That is awesome and is expected. That’s why we have producers and studios everywhere.

This being the case, you laying claims to bring an originator of a particular song lyrics and melody is laudable if actually there’s been nothing like them before you. I’m not saying making “already sung lyrics” more creative ain’t cool… Infact,I  love remix! I do remix songs myself…God’s spirit is a creative kinda.


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(Story recounted with express permission from the direct teller. Names have been replaced for reasons best known.)

At first I thought they were her younger siblings; two little girls, Marachi and Tuochiegwu. My thoughts were with me for days until I heard their big mummy refer to them as her grandchildren.  I shock!

Udeamaka is a petite figure,fair skinned with a radiant smile. Looking at her you can’t just accept that she’s a mum of two. From the first day I saw her, I just knew we’d have a rendezvous surely. First, she was all out to make my acquaintance with her continuous and timely kind words and all dem “good-somethings “.

I didn’t mention that one of the kids; the older; Marachi; had a fearful, huge outgrowth round her neck. I fought back the tears each time I saw this kid of not up to 4years in severe pains,especially after she’s gone to receive medi-care on it. She’d cry helplessly.  Other times the pains were not just utterable; so she’d groan. This ailment made her look skinny and sickly. You’d mistake her for a sickler. My dear; those sights;  horrible.


Mara cried again, and this time, her teary voice slit my heart in two. I came out. Udeamaka, her mum was consoling her and helping her spoon food into the mouth she barely could open. Tuochiegwu is one kid that has a very unbecoming ability to scream atop her voice when she’s crying for nothing. So all join!

I watched in pains, too as I felt the hurt in my chest. Moving close to where they sat,  I say beside Marachi.

“Sweetheart, ndo!  Chai!” I was short of words. Quickly said a prayer for her and patted her back to serenity. The mum was blanked out. She was lost in thought.

“Nne it’s well oooh.” I tried starting,  unsure of where it will lead.

Then it snapped!

“When will all these end? What have I done to deserve this. Look at this innocent child. God, bikozianu.” The tears came pouring. Tuochi got her pause button activated.

“My dear it’s alright.”
“Their father nko? ” I asked; imploring God to grant me access.

“Which of them?” She wiped her face. Their fathers abandoned them. Tuochi’s father calls from time to time. But never visited. Marachi’s never owned up to her fatherhood.”

“Whaaat!” I was shaky already.
“I’m listening. ..”

She continued, “If not for my mum, I don’t know what I would have done. Marachi’s Father was my boyfriend in secondary school.  After our WASSCE,  he was about to go and learn trade in Lagos. Two days before he travelled we couldn’t keep the urge to get intimate. I knew he’d be away for a long time. And I’d miss him. So we had sex. He travelled and that was all. He promised to come marry me once he made money. Few months later had my tummy bulging. I called to tell him the news. Mimi, I will not forget the slamming of the phone dailer in my ear.

When Mara was about 9months old, I noticed a difficulty with her neck. She’d always let out moans whenever you touched her neck. We treated it as we understood it. Then the outbreak came shockingly. 

Mara was only 1year plus when a family friend of ours came visiting one Christmas. He was of great assistance. But I was stupid. I never suspected anything until I have fallen so flat. Before he travelled back to his base, we slept together. I wouldn’t say he forced me. But the persuasion was intense. A flicking candle was already lit. But that event became one of my most dreaded histories as I took in afterwards. Tuochi came 9months later. Marachi’s case grew from bad to worse. We had not enough funds to properly take care of her. My mum took us in when everyone deserted us. Tuochi’s dad sent funds for a while then stopped. Can’t reach him no more.

It’s been hell.  Real hell.  I don’t regret these kids. I just wished they came at the right time; under the perfect circumstances. Just imagine I alone going through all these. Their fathers all gone. This is my cross to bear. I just wish I knew better………”


I could continue the writing. But I’ve written a handful, already. So that is it…

From Ude’s story and many other similitudes, we can point out many instances that should have waited until later.

Take a look at this again;
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(a poem dedicated to all those in WAITING  and for those that would chose to,this day. #We’dWait).

My world is a revolution of a dual cause;
My motivation, strong enough to break every loss.
It’s “not-up-to”, if it’s all about existing;
Living is for Loving.

You don’t gerrit; I know;
“How can this be?”,you asked;
“Isn’t she nuts? “, they chose to wonder.

Of the imaginations of your hearts;
Of the beaming flares in your eyes;
Of the rights “to” or “not to”;
All, made bare in the “see-through” of love.

My life goes round the scope;
Encircling every end with The Rope,-
An interconnectivity of rubbed-off influence;
For I was Wired to Love;
And you were Made for Love.

So, this is it;
It comes handy with nothing;
For I can’t help but Be Me!
But, I’d tell you something;
My dear, it’s more than you can see.

You get it all twisted;
When your sight halts just in your eyes;
For it is to the heart to know love;
As the eyes merely sees; just for the sights.

My love is a beauty;
For Himself is beautiful.
HE goes far beyond the sights;
He merges with the heart.

When you just see;
You’d trip; oh yea!
But with an understanding;
You’ve got a stand,-Love.

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MARRIAGE FARCE(Revised Edition).


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I did see a movie where a partner told the other thus:

“People who get married are not to be trusted, because if you are legitimately happy you have no need to make big show outta it in the heck of marriage. They do it because they are insecure”.

Now permit me to disagree “heads down”.

Spouses are no weaklings. In fact a decisive step into marriage is a bold, brave step of faith which weaklings will be wary of considering. The proceeds inherent in a marriage setting really might not be all rossy. Talk about the kids,putting up with Learning and unlearning habits(some spouses can really be annoying),in law-palava and lots more.

(interestingly). Marriage on its own can be stressful not to talk of all these combining factors. And surely,the going can get tough and only the insecure ones pull out when the heat is much.

This of course has an exception,cases of life and death; if the kind spouse no wan make u dey alive…. I’d suggest FLEE!!! That can’t be God wanting your head. Stop the deceit.

Finally, besides, all the warped, bastardized ideas in the form of pre / post wedding cohabitation here and there, Marriage is a divine affair which has a stake with divinity. God instituted Marriage and he pulls it on to finish. Distrusted fellas may not deem it fit to let God into there marital affairs. Lil wonder you have shadows of husbands and wives up and down. Such people are not to be trusted, too.

Congrats for taking the plunge. Never take your eyes off Jesus.

Chill and decisively take that step!

Either ways, HML!

Mimi Okwara © 2015.



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As it happened, Eleru, on the day Halison was to return to the city, saw him off. They drove up until they reached the edge of the pathway joining the major road; Halison brought the vehicle to a halt.

“Hmmmmh! So, this is where I’d say goodbye?” Eleru began, blinking at the thought of placing a hand on Halison’s shoulder.

“No baby!, Don’t mention it at all. I’d just be gone for a while. Need to see to some management in my company. Besides Christmas is around the corner, Ok.” Pleaded Halison, reassuringly; now placing his right hand on hers.

“It’s alright…. Ermmmh, did you tell my Dad anything?” She asked, disengaging her hand from his.

“Your Dad????” Halison paused, trying to recall.

“Oh yea! I was only making my intentions known. That’s all.”

“Your intentions???” Quizzed Eleru. “For him or…..?”

“You of cause…”, cutting her off. Hali went on. “Eleru, I love you so much and I would want our both families be as one. You know what I mean….?”

“But you never told me all these, firsthand, why?”

“I’m sorry dearie. But does it change anything? I love you; and that’s all that matters to me right now.” Hali leaned forward to engage her lips, but Eleru shook her head in disapproval.

“It’s OK.” Hali gave up. “I understand.” Fetching his purse, he brought out a huge pack of naira notes. Eleru’s eyes widened…

“Have this for now, and don’t hesitate to call on me whenever you need help…”

“Hei! Chi m oh! Mbaanu! Ife nke a erikazinu! All these for me?” She asked?

“Yes my love. This is just a tip. I, really am gonna spoil you. Trust me! I love you.”

Without thinking, the words came forth from Eleru’s mouth.

“I love you, too, Hali… Chei! My God will bless you…abi e don bless you already.”

“It’s alright Nwanyioma. Gotta run now.” Leaning forward and giving her a peck on the cheek. “I’d miss you so much, Eleru. And don’t forget that I LOVE YOU!” Halison stressed.

“Love you again and again, Nwokeoma.” Came her final response, as she unlocked the car’s door.

Ngwanu, ije oma. See you soon. I’d always remember to call from time to time.” She slammed the door as Halison waved. She waved back, holding the pack of naira notes closely to her chest. She waved till she could see the car trunk no more; and with the look on her face, it’s evident our dolly girl has fallen from a great height.

Overwhelmed with joy, she bounced off towards home…

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Mimi Okwara © 2015.



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“Mama”, She answered from inside, making her way to the backyard where her mum sat, picking beans.

“Eheeen, nwa m”, started Ma Eleru. ” You know Halison will be going back to the city tomorrow… I’d like to to carry some foodstuffs to his house this evening. Tell him your mother asks him to fare well and manage this token from us.”

“Haba Mama!” Eleru started. “You’ve already gone so much into this young man”.

Taaah! Kpuchie onu gi! I makwanu nke a na-ako.” Her mum interrupted. “Didn’t you just call him a “young man”? Wait till you pass by the village square and meet a wedding feast of Hali and some other maiden… I taagbuo onwe gi n’afufu”.

Hehehehei!!!!! Mama, Halison never said he wants to marry me oh… Bikokwa”.

Ohhhh! Leave that one for me, Eleru”, cut in Ma Eleru. “Come and take these stuffs to Halison’s… And get my goodwill message delivered properly oh…”

****Light fades****

(Some Mothers, sha!)

…to be continued!

Mimi Okwara © 2015.




Still on ‪#‎WhyWeWorship‬; I got started this morning during study when I came across some relevancies.

Dearest Worshipper, it’s of great importance that we don’t just get active without a cause. The move of The Spirit of Worship, ongoing in our time isn’t a product of a somewhat, ‘volcanic eruption’.
My dear, to God’s glory, we were  anticipated and heavily expected. The old testament folks, who grasped this revelation wished to be a part of this move.

David saw us coming;

“Let this be written for a future generation, that a people not yet created may praise the Lord”. Psalms 102:18.

You see, not that they couldn’t do it. They tried. But all their acts of worship were summed as A SHADOW OF THE REAL THING TO COME. What ever they did was OUTSIDE, VIELED.

(MSG)2 Corinthians 3:9
“…Bright as that old government was, it would look downright dull alongside this new one..”

Funny enough, Luke 1:10 has it that, “when the time for the burning of incense came, all the assembled WORSHIPPERS were praying OUTSIDE”.

They couldn’t get INSIDE,yet. So, we, still, were coming…

Zechariah, at the birth of his son, also saw us coming;
“to show mercy to our fathers, and to remember his holy covenant; the oath he swore to our father Abraham,- A CLEAN RESCUE FROM THE ENEMY CAMP, SO WE CAN WORSHIP WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD”. Luke 1:72-74.

The incarnate Jesus spelt out the setting-in of this move to the Samaritan woman at the well;
“yet a time is coming, and has now come…”

Jesus spoke in faith of what was to come, when the promise of the spirit of truth shall become manifest. For he said;
“It is not where we worship that counts, but HOW we worship,- is our worship spiritual and real? Do we have the Holy Spirit’s help?”

That was it. We were about to be birthed, incubated by the Spirit of worship. Little wonder Jesus told Nicodemus;
“unless a person submits to this original creation,-God’s spirit sweeping over the face of the waters; he won’t have the kingdom(both now and later).


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(MSG)Galatians 5:16
“My counsel is this: Live freely, animated and motivated by God’s Spirit. Then you won’t feed the compulsions of selfishness…”

Now don’t gerrit twisted, worship is an ACT. And an individual with a mastery of that act,to the end of cooperation amongst or in the midst of other worshippers; is a WORSHIP LEADER.

This is quite different from singing special numbers or  vocal worshipping. There are much more to Worship leading, than Vocal Worshipping.

1: a Worship Leader must lose sight of his songs and lyrics. True worship is spiritual. Mere words aren’t good enough to express our Praise of Worship. Thus, as a spiritual Leader, he comes upstage, not leaving his essence behind. Regardless of the diligent hours put into practicing and rehearsing;  the spirit of God remains the signatory. Now, You’re a worship Leader, not because you’ve got Nice voice texture, stage gait nor charisma. You are, owing to presence you carry. So, You’re upstage, He is,too. Let’s not lose recognition of this; so don’t run faster or slower. LET THERE BE A SYNCH! You remain connected,first.

2. Be effective in linkages. There is something called “break in transmission “. Not because you ain’t connected,or your connection is fluctuating. The issue here is majorly, connecting to the hearts and spirits of the people. Now God is Worship and he is on the inside of you. You lead Worship effectively when you are able call up the worshippers on the inside of the masses. Now, this isn’t gonna be some mechanical input and output. It’s solely a heart-to-heart, spirit-to-spirit stuff.

Now, there’s been an error. Many Worship leaders have refused to do a complete homework. Instead, they look out for the overhauling to be done upstage. Now I’m not speaking of intensively and extensive rehearsals. They’re cool,too. But I speak of a Long lasting. Not something that gets spurred up when the mic is handed to you, or the spotlight is on you. Wait on His Presence for the intro, spoken words, songs(it mustn’t be a Sinach, Burrel, Byron,  Donnie,etc rendition, already scored; ever heard of Spiritual songs),gait or charisma, even.

So, even before you come upstage, there already is an arena. On the stage, they don’t just see you; they behold the worshipper in you. This Isn’t a mechanical affair. It’s their spirits in sync with yours. Once this happens, the worshippers on the inside of them.

2 Corinthians 3:
1, 4
Does it sound like we’re patting ourselves on the back, insisting on our credentials, asserting our authority? Well, we’re not. Neither do we need letters of endorsement, either to you or from you. You yourselves are all the endorsement we need. Your very lives are a letter that anyone can read by just looking at you. Christ himself wrote it—not with ink, but with God’s living Spirit; not chiseled into stone, but carved into human lives—and we publish it.
[4] We couldn’t be more sure of ourselves in this—that you, written by Christ himself for God, are our letter of recommendation. We wouldn’t think of writing this kind of letter about ourselves. Only God can write such a letter. His letter authorizes us to help carry out this new plan of action. The plan wasn’t written out with ink on paper,…. It’s written with Spirit on spirit, his life on our lives! .

So, they link up and be caught up in your ministration when there is a witness in their spirits. There, only can be a witness, when they can see the Worshipper in you.
Do your homework,mbok! God’s Grace. Isn’t for haphazard, cut and join stuffs. His Grace is actually to be used effectively. Don’t bask on the testimonies of your last ministrations so much. God’s mercies are new every morning.

3: Be Conscious of your Environment, always.

“Nothing as salient as God having someone who has Great sensitivity to his heartbeat for a set people at a set time”.

This could be any minister,either of the word in songs or sermons or instruments. These words formed as I conversed with my Father in the Lord, weeks ago.

Some Worship Leaders are prone to getting swept off by their ANOINTING, charisma,that they have little or no space for little little spiritual signals and directives,at set times .They’re overwhelmed by themselves. Too bad!

I’ve seen this  happen in many occasions.
In a gathering, Fellas come with expectations. And the ANOINTING from God’s presence is meant to soak it up,causing a performance. Now,the The Worship Leader takes charge of the navigations. On the mount of the Lord, shall there be deliverance!

Asides singing awesomely,God longs to shed on his ministers,  insights to specific needs of his people. But many atimes we get carried away by our own syllables,you know! And the propensity to stick skintight to them Isn’t far fetched.

Nevertheless,   John 3: 5
“Let me say it again. Un­less a per­son submits to this orig­inal cre­ation—the ‘wind-hov­ering-over-the-wa­ter’ cre­ation, the invis­ible moving the vis­ible, a baptism into a new life—it’s not pos­sible to enter God’s kingdom(command heavenly existence anywhere).

7-8″So don’t be so surprised when I tell you that you have to be ‘born from above’—out of this world, so to speak. You know well enough how the wind blows this way and that. You hear it rustling through the trees, but you have no idea where it comes from or where it’s headed next. That’s the way it is with ev­eryone ‘born from above’ by the wind of God, the Spirit of God.”

So my Dear Minister of the Most High,

I commend your efforts in  seeing to a great and in-depth study of the Word, with laudable outlined points for discussion. I also salute the hours put into spirit filled rehearsals, maybe all night, plus the prayer quake after…. But in the God-realms,any and everything is possible. Including a blackout and rebirth. Stepping into an arena,  you may get to understand stuffs you never knew;  thus the need for a re-alignment and readjustment to perfectly fit into God’s will for his people, per time.

“Such characterises the move of the spirit, -The Wind.” And SO is anyone born of the spirit.

I pray,this day, that God causes a sharpening of all our senses,to the effects of proper, creative  diversified  and Spiritual Worship Act(s).

Let’s Keep worshipping!

Mimi Okwara,©2015.

Mimi Okwara © 2015.