Monthly Archives: September 2013

25 September: The Adventure began at FGC Odogbolu Ogun State.

On a cold Harmattan Friday morning of September 1998, I came out of a Peugeot wagon at the parking lot of the federal school I had gained an admission. The wagon had driven through the main gate with the inscription “FEDERAL GOVERNMENT COLLEGE, ODOGBOLU” and the over 400m avenue leading to the parking lot. I couldn’t see the inscription on the building about 50 meters in front of me clearly due to Harmattan effect that hinders visibility. It was 7am and it was a Friday.


The date was 25th September and I was new. I had an immaculate white shirt tucked-in on  a cotton green short with a pair of sandals garnished with white socks. I was timid and the Harmattan coldness had gotten to my bones. I shivered intermediately as I looked from left to right trying to make something out of where I was.

Accompanied by my mother, I carried my metal box on my head walking towards the block in front of the park of which I later understood to be the administrative block. My mum grabbed the Ghana-must-go bag coupled with her handbag clutching my bucket, broom, hoe and cutlass. We took shelter inside the admin block, close to an office which I later knew as Mr. Atiba’s office.

The building was empty, the surrounding compound was deserted and I started to think “where is everybody?”. A little later, before 7:30am, students starting trooping in across the admin block towards a bigger hall. The bigger hall was the Assembly hall. Some students looked and made gestured of which I took as recognizing the new students in town.

While sitting and waiting for what I don’t even know or remember, I realized that some other newbies had arrived as my attention was drawn to the passing students and the cleaning staffs. I saw Gbenga Aideloje, Adebote Tosin, Omosanya Wale and others. I joined a queue which indicated my admission number. 10167 was mine and it is still in my head like my current phone number. If I had been alert, I should have been the numero uno. Nevertheless, I knew I arrived first on that day.

So many other queues and registration points were passed and I realized I was assigned to cross house and JSS1C. There were four houses: Chad, Cross, Niger and Osun. Bimbo, the Room head of cross house in New Block administered to me. He organized junior boys, most probably of JSS3 or JSS2. They carried my luggage and my locker to New Block.

While the various paper works being done, I met Major Emeka and Ogwogwo. We had all attended Kalac Nursery and Primary School in Lagos and even lived close to each other in Lagos. I didn’t know they were here. I was so excited that I forgot I needed food. My mum bought some snacks for me but I didn’t even touch any. I remember giving them to Major or so.

Prior to leaving the admin block finally to the hostel area, I met my guardian, Mr Obalowo. I went to his office with my mum. After some discussions, my mum left for Lagos. Her midwifery was over. It was time to face the music alone.

I walked through the sitting park full of Melina trees and various ceramic chairs. I imagined sitting there and wishing away or taking a relaxation. I strolled on beside the walls of the girls hostel. I didn’t even know it was the girls hostel, but the birds on the tress made a lot of noise. I strolled on, walked passed a big hall with benches and table. I imagined it would be the dining hall, and so it was.

En route New Block, I passed the book shop, the dispensary, the mosque and I arrived. I went into my room only to discover that some other new boys had arrived and were unpacking their luggage. Gbenga, Tosin, Cletus and I were in Room 1 while Soji and three others were in room 2. Bimbo was the room head. I and Cletus were to share a wardrobe.

We erected our mosquito nets, laid our beds, changed to our house wear of yellow check shirt and brown terylene shorts. We kept the room tidy and I studied the brochures and numerous booklets. At 6:15pm, we heard a bell. Food bell.

We walked into the dining hall. The hall was deafening with noise. Plates were banged against each other, so were the tables. Cutleries were used as drum stick and the hall was in disarray. Despite the degree of disarray, pots were moved accordingly to various tables.

Gbam! Gbam!! Gbam!!! “All students keep quiet” “Chad House students, keep quiet” “Osun house students keep quiet” “Cross house students keep quiet” “Niger house students keep quiet”

The hall became tamed and as quiet as a graveyard. You could hear a pin drop.

“For the food we are about to eat, we thank You oh Lord” “Amen!!!!!!”

And the hall returned to status quo. Pots were open at an alarming rate and the covers of the pots banged the floor creating a uniform crashing sound that was so normal to the hall.

I sat and watched as a student came and served us. We were the new bride and we couldn’t even finish our meal. Imagine a meal meant for 14 shared to 4.

“for the food we have eaten, we thank you oh Lord” scattered the crowd into the cool evening breeze outside the hall. The dining hall scene had ended and New Block we went.

I laid on my bed at night and could only smile. What a day. Let’s see how tomorrow would be.

The Adventure had begun.

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He Will Sit as a Refiner and a Purifier of Silver

Refining Silver

Refining Silver

Malachi 3:3 says: ‘He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.’

This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.

That  week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn’t mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining Silver.

As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the  fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities. The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot;

Then she thought again about the verse that says: ‘He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.’ She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the  entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment  too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.

The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, ‘How do you know when the silver is fully refined?‘ He smiled at her and  answered, ‘Oh, that’s easy — when I see my image in it.’

If today you are feeling the heat of the fire , remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.

Pass this on. This very moment, someone needs to know that God is watching over them. And, whatever they’re  going through, they’ll be a better person in the end.

culled from Kingdom recovery Youth Group timeline on facebook posted by Uchenna Amos

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Amoscp’s Blog is One;

I am delighted to celebrate a year birthday of this blog. 366 days ago Amoscp’s Blog joined the blogs immediately after soccergunz Blog was created. It was two days after i had celebrated my birthday in 2012. So I celebrate as Soccergunz celebrates


This blog consist personal views of various areas of life hinged on Jesus Christ as the Author and Finisher. The views on this blog are unique to young Christian minds and aim at bettering the human race especially the Nigerian youths.

I have written about many things that affect the average Nigerian youth, from Christianity and the Bible to Education and ASUU, through football and a series of poems and different opinion of popular topics.

As of september 19, 2013, 28 post have been published with Educate a woman, educate a nation being the greatest of all. Who is That Kid That Couldn’t Spell Television? , The Complete Sermon and Answer Like Jesus are other top posts. The last UTME and The Reality was a great post on facebook.

The 28 posts have had 25 comments and 373 views averaging just over a view a day with the highest view being 20 views on August 2, 2013. On twitter I am followed by over 60 @amoscp and 17 on

Blogging has been exciting foe me though difficult because of increased responsibilities. Nevertheless i would continue to use this medium to share the goodnews.

God Bless you all

August 2013 is Gone; September to Remember?


Today is the 1st day of the month of September 2013. September is the first of the “ember” months that indicate the year is drawing close to the end and 2014 beckons. It is like yesterday that we all shouted “happy new year

This first few days of september is a period where people remember they have free SMS to send, unused Megabytes to use. This is a period people remmeber they have a “broadcast feature” on their whatsapp and they ping away “happy new month” on their BBM. This is when Facebook is awashed with surface wishes for friends that have not been contacted. This is a period of pseodo-hypocrisy of love.

Must the month end or begin before you show care and concern? Must the month round up before you bless people for the new month. What is wrong in blessing people all day, all time? What is wrong with “have a nice day friends”? some were not priveledged to see the end of the month.

So August is gone, what did you achieve last month, oh ye month counters? did you meet your target? Did you pass that exam? Did you buy the car? did you get the job? Did you touch a life? Did you give a helping hand? Did you win a soul for Christ? Only you knows. I had a little lovely happiness last month. Uncle?

Do you intend on improving this september? Are bent on making September better than August? Are you willing to make september a month to remember? Then you have to not just make the decisions but adhere to your made decisions. You must compete with yourself and strive to make yourself better than yesterday. Learn from the mistakes of yesterdays and yester-months and make today better.

For my undergraduate friends, The ASUU strike has continued beyound your expectation and I dont see ASUU backing out because of disagreement with the FG. I have told you make positive this time that seems like a waste. Don’t wait for ASUU, make positive progress in other aspectof your life.

This might be a sad month for the US (9/11), but I look forward to a September that signifies a milestone for me. September has always been a special month for me: I have 3 red letter days in this month. I was born in this month, so also was my brother. I got into secondary school in same month and the days still remain vivid in my young memory.

I await my Silver anniversary in this Milky way.

Remember to serve God rather than Men. Choose Virtue over Possesions