MONTEÈCLAIRS TRANSFORMATION INITIATIVE

The last few months particularly, have been very eventful,  especially being the Music Director of the AG-Leaders Domain Choir Intl., the youth choir of Assemblies of God church,  Surulere,  Lagos. The leaders felt prodded by God to take on the challenge of an album in 2015. The thought seemed daunting,  but we strategized and trusted God for everything including songs, funding and help in every way. Worthy of note is the fact that many had never written a song before then. And so we asked Baba God, then declared open season for song writing.  The result was outstanding. Someone is already saying what's the big deal about a music album. Truth is, we'd seen NO CHOIR within our fold , on a national scale, come up or trive with a music album that permeated the market,  society & christiandom. This is with great respect for many who worked on this path and will be encouraged to do MORE after this groundbreaking single from AG LEADERS DOMAIN CHOIR. I can tell you for f

Mr.  Kunle Adebayo  was sharing his vision of www.godschannel.tv with me and mentioned how God always speaks to him in the bathroom. I quickly told him to bath more often...lol. Don't look at me like you don't hear it too. Don't raise your eyebrow like you've never asked yourself this question, 'am I crazy? Am I hearing things? Is this God speaking or just my subconscious talking? This idea is outlandish,  won't people call me crazy?... '. Perhaps you're right about the crazy part. #LaughingOutLoud I remember hearing Mr Ubong King share at a singles hangout program i recently coordinated, how he usually (hearing a mysterious voice in his mind) receives radical ideas that change his life and transform his finances while he's sitting on the 'throne'. That's his toilet seat actually. Lolz 😄. Mine happens at odd places and positions,  some of which I've blogged about. It's amazing!  Hope I'm not speaking over someone'

Amazingly this world is made of words. We still use words everyday, everywhere and in every way as we live. Words are so powerful,  they make or Mar a person and anything at all. Every thing visible or not has ears, so they respond to words. Review, cook and season your words today before dishing it out. Do not waste this innate , God-given power. Someone wrote a poem just for me. Wow! Impressive & deeply appreciated! Feel free to write yours o...lol...I'll publish too. The lines all seem deep, each heavy with meaning. I'm a word person,  I'm gonna spend time on this one. I think it was God inspired. I love it, so I'm sharing to those I care about too, and you reading, are top on this list. At times God just speaks mysteries; We connect the dots to get the picture It feels good to be thought of and appreciated with such deep words without deceit or strings attached. Appreciate a friend today.  You never know what impact you'd be making. To my dear new

It happened again.  This time for real and outside my house... ...I couldn't flush the toilet. Okay I'm laughing here but it's a serious matter.  We need to talk about toilets. Many people especially some adults need to be toilet trained, re-trained and prosecuted when they default any toilet laws. I Imagine this law will be sponsored by the ministry of public health , toilet affairs unit maybe...lol. For me this is important because I've had strange,  painful experiences, heard bizarre stories about toilets. I think its wicked for any adult to walk away from a dirty toilet and do nothing to tidy it.  Whatever your country,  there are toilet issues, so feel free to share. I once heard of a girl who used to stand on the toilet seats, then one day it broke and her buttocks was stitched in more than 20 points. Let's not mention those toilets where maggots are having a rendezvous , even dancing shoki....#puke loading . Google images of pit toilets  Toile

When the Holy Spirit wants to give you a crash course,  you best better pay attention. I needed to be somewhere early this morning and chose the bus stop closest to my house to catch a fare. As soon as I got there,  I asked myself why I even chose that point and was about to move to the main park when I heard be patient.  So I waited. I watched many buses come past me, I watched as employees disembarked rushing to their desks like minions,  I watched as mothers ferried their reluctant children to school,  as the street cleaners swept acting like they had iron man's armour on so could withstand a hit by an oncoming vehicle... I was getting tired.  Twice at fifteen minutes intervals I pleaded to be allowed to go to the main bus stop,  but I was restrained by the Spirit. So I waited. The sun was already out and on its way to work,  coupled with my black lawyer-like dress, I was already sweating. If only I'd been  forewarned of this training exercise I'd have come out wi