MONTEÈCLAIRS TRANSFORMATION INITIATIVE

PHOBIA TALES OF A NAIJA SPINSTER My neighbor had a visitor and whilst passing-by I heard their greetings {I wasn’t doing amebo o!...but what do you expect from a typical tenement building aka face-me-i-face-you…lol} “ha, long time Papa Calistus , how your wife na?” “My wife dey, she’s under compulsory 9 months imprisonment… ” and they laughed heartily… Arrggh!What!!! Don’t tell me that’s a ribcracker!…#eyes rolling# Sitting at my studio reception with a client, an artiste and a mother of twins (called iyabeji in Yoruba dialect), waiting for her driver just afforded brief moments for some girly chi-chat   #the guys can skip this paragraph…winks# ‘Aaawwh, twins?! That’s so sweet!’ , we echoed & started tapping anointing #touching her#.   Iyabeji laughed. She laughed the kind of laugh that tells you something serious was about coming-forth. “hmmm…twins, they are good o; but its not easy, especially when they are young. They will show you ‘pepper’. You won’t sleep or eve

Charismatic as ever, he moved to and fro the threshold of the porch gesticulating, trying to drive home the point as his master had laid it in his heart … and it seemed he was in want for appropriate words for expression of the magnitude of the rhema divine. The topic of discussion however intrigued me, “ The Bone Collector ” . It was a teaching stemming from the from the trip of brother Ezekiel to the valley of Dry-Bones. He taught that out of the cemetary of life ’ s tragic situations can come a testimony that leaves on-looker believing in the awesome power of God. The Bone Collector convinces you that God ’ s word is strong enough to form an exceeding great army out of what the enemy said would be skeletons in your closet. Stumbling on this teaching and other literature hereafter was orchestrated by the Master as I was in a quagmire of doubts, fear of unknown , panting for grace, divine direction … I needed a word from the Lord … and it came..Josh 1:6, 1 Chron 28:20 He