Monthly Archives: December 2015

AmosCP’s Blog: 2015 in review

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The Reason for the Christmas Season

Today is the 25th day of the 12th and last month of 2015, and it has been deemed as a special day be almost every nation in the universe unless you preach extremism of some religion like in Brunei, Saudi Arabia and the likes that have banned Christmas celebrations. But they cannot take away the joy and celebration being experienced across the globe. If there is no public holiday in the country where you are, you may want to apply for change of citizenship to another country, maybe Nigeria where there is a long weekend ahead in celebration of the season.

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Jesus may have not been born on the 25th day of December years ago, but he is the reason for this season. I wish he could be the reason for every season because we ought to live for him. My Christmas is daily because he lives on in me. Every day is special for me just I am special to him at every moment. Jesus doesn’t wait till my birth anniversary to bless me. He blesses me daily. Am I not special? Are you not special?

The Christmas season is a season of givings and happiness. There is always a degree of reunion in various parts of the globe. School and work is on break, sons and daughters return home to their parents, families return to their roots. There is a super-duper meal prepared for all and sundry. There is food and drinks. Stories are told, games are played, movies watched and goals realigned.

There is more to this season than December 25 and reunions. This is a period to also look at the reason for our existence. The Bible tells us that the wise men asked, “Where is He who has been born King?” (Matthew 2:2).  That’s a good question to ask ourselves today—where is Jesus Christ in our lives? Are we living for Him? Is He a priority or have we put that relationship on a back burner, out of sight? He is the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, but is He truly reigning in your life this Christmas season and after? Come to Him today, bow before Him, and let Him restore your soul.

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In all thy celebration, if you are not saved your celebration is in vain. Work with God and see how he will celebrate you daily, showering you with unimaginable blessings.

Let Him be born into your life. He lives in me.

Remember to give to the less privileged and needy. Be merry and happy.

Enjoy.

By @AmosCP

Tales From FEGO: Dry December, Harmattan, Awin and Others

There comes a time during the first term of every session that every reservoir begins to become dry. It peaks in December, just before the end of the term. There are no exams but a second continuous assessment to be averaged with the first before the mid-term break. Some call it Owu period.

It is the time when every tier of sophistication is reduced by at least a level. The “Large-Livers” become “Average”. The “Average” becomes “Suffos” and the “Suffos” just escapes extinction. Garri becomes gold. Its scarcity can only be compared with the availability of water in the Sahara desert. This was a period where the swell-ability of Garri is tried, tested and proved. It never disappoints especially if it is the brand called “Ijebu Garri”. I hated that Yellow Garri. It had little or no value to a FEGOite.

Once, I was striked in the dining hall and I had just the legendary Garri. It was a Monday afternoon and the siesta was usually very short. I took a little portion of my little Garri, poured into my cooler which I have converted to my zaping bowl. The cooler was so deep that you will need the kind of spoons used in eating with the devil to bail anything from the bottom. So, I added water in such quantity that the particles of the Garri were drowning, crying out for help to be bailed out. It had to swell and I had to wait.

The afternoon prep bell rang and I had to leave the cooler under my bunk as we ran out of the hostel towards the classrooms chased by some whip loving officials. I can’t remember if I read that afternoon. But my mind was sure on the specimen under my bunk. Will it survive being fapped within the 1 hour prep? Will it rise as assumed?

The Ijebu Garri lived up to expectation, soaking up every free molecule of water to Garium (II) Tetraoxosulphate (IV) solution. The Ijebubond was awesome, making the Garri easy to pass through the gate of my oesophagus to the hell where some angry worms were waiting with so much agitation. That night, I was first on the dining hall table. I couldn’t take further chances in this dry season.

The Harmattan weather this period was a blessing and a curse depending on how much you could utilize its characteristics. To the Nomads, it was perfect. They could wash and wear their clothes in 15 minutes and disappear into thin air capitalizing on the poor visibilities of the mornings.

The lazy ones replaced bathing with rub-and-shine. The brave bathed in the cold morning, shivering after the bath. The room-heads, captains and seniors could afford the contraband luxury of bathing with boiled water if there was light in the morning. Others who had friends or relative in the Kitchen could fetch a bucket of hot water for their troubles.

To the ladies, I doubt it was welcomed unless you had storage of blue seal Vaseline to fight against whitening of the feet, leg and arm. Those watery creams couldn’t help. The amount of cardigan worn by the ladies takes a sharp increase; maybe for the cold or for the hiding of white flesh.

It was the wrong time to be injured, flogged or punished. But that didn’t stop the boys from jarh-ing. Everything as a result of force was painful. Lips cracked and pilled with a few injured and stained with blood. The ladies had lip gloss and the guys could make do with Vaseline or just consistent licking of the lips. The latter was not too efficient because the saliva dries up at an alarming rate.

There were also the regular raids of Awin-land. Velvet Tamarind, as it is called in English, is rich in vitamins. It was sweet and was black on the exterior and orange inside. Some boys took it one step further in making Awin-juice. A few were caught and prosecuted for going to Awin-land but it didn’t stop the visits by Nomads and anyone interested in having the fruit without buying it from the Tuck shop. African Cherry a.k.a Agbalumo usually surfaces by this time. It was a delicacy and could even produce a type of natural chewing gum.

December brings the wind of holiday. There were the Christmas Carols and church events to celebrate Christmas. But everyone looked up to the final day of the term to go home. It was going to be a short holiday because by first week of January you are back to continue the FEGO adventure where inter-house sports takes centre stage.

Compliment of the season.