FAVOUR DEY PAN ME

'ELLO WAT ONE  DAY ME HAD (Well, what a day I had)

I will start however, by giving God thanks for His daily provisions.

I said something last week at our Christian Association meeting, I said "God doesn't need us but we need Him- this is the self-sufficient nature of Christ".

So yesterday I was at the bus stop waiting to get a van to go to a class field trip and by God's grace I met my lecturer and she gave me a ride to and fro- thus saving me $4. Of course I was happy to keep my money in my pocket but never thought beyond that.

Fast forward to today.

Again, at the same bus stop, but this time on a different mission to another side of the country, I saw my friend who gave me a ride. For some this may be a series of fortunate events but when you often feel like Lemony Snicket in a series of unfortunate events you are beyond grateful for small favours. This reversal of fate, caused me to remember the words I uttered to my roommates about their luck in getting lifts to school- but now the favour had fallen upon me.

"But now the favour had fallen on me?" 

 

What am I saying the favour had never left me. Like, Elisah, Elijah, Paul, Jesus, Isaiah, Jeremiah, David and so on "The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me, to bring good news to the poor and he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted...to proclaim the year of the Lord's favour" (Isaiah 61:1-2)

That's right- it never left me. I was so busy wallowing in my pit of self-pity that I forgot the promise He made to Us, to me. He said, "He will never leave nor forsake me". He kept His promise. Although, He didn't have to-He did. The word says:

"God is not a man that He should lie, or a son of man that He should change His mind" (Numbers 23:19). Therefore, His promises are sure!

"Blessed is the man who walketh not in the council of the ungodly...But his delight is in The will of the LORD and on his law doth he meditate day and night" (Psalm 1:1-2).

BUT D STORY NA DUN YET 'ELLO (The story isn't finished as yet).

As it turns out that God in His divine nature had already forseen today and made those provisions for me so that  having been almost stranded today at the bus terminal with exactly $4, He made it so I had enough money to get something to eat and get the two buses I needed to get home and even though, I had to stand for more than half the ride, I was able to praise God. I missed that feeling, the connection we had Lord, I loved every minute of it because out of it I got to tell this beautiful story and encourage someone else to HOLD ON. See I typed a note on Facebook asking my friends without licenses to acquire them ASAP at the end I signed "Almost Stranded" because I knew God's provision and favour wasn't over, He hadn't left me. I was not declaring that I was stranded, NO SAH NA ME NUN TAL', FAVOUR DEY PAN ME.

Guess what? Now I am at home typing this to you!!!

BE  BLESSED.

Nostalgia

So... :-). Living in the library is not so bad.

Due to my very gruesome course load, I've taken up temporary residence in the library- but is it really...temporary? Somehow I've managed to turn my midnight into a dawn of hope, so I can safely say like the legendary Aimé Césaire "Au bout du petit matin", enveloped in the fresh dew drops of sunshine of a brighter tomorrow, afresh! Yes that cheesy pun was intended.

Now, my recent experience reminds me of when I was growing up and my parents used to buy me lots of books, in which I sat for hours- amazed and bewildered as I imagined the scenes unfolding before my eyes.
Characters metamorphosed into visions of hope, catalysts of change, porte-paroles (spokespersons)  of ideologies and coffre-four's (safety boxes) that burst open revealing a hidden identity- the known became unknown but revealed itself in the inter-texts- between the lines for those who dared wonder-wander. This cataclysmic surge was my experience with Literature. 

Even when I put her down she was never at rest- well in my mind at least. With her arms wrapped tightly around me, she tucked me in at nights and sprinkled fairy dust on my cerebral matter, infiltrating and oft invading my dreams; sometimes poisoning my realities with charming Princes and Haute couture- a westernized worldview way before I knew what that was. 

In a way, I understand why she  constantly accused of presenting false hope with her vain ideologies.

For example: Feministic ideation involves the upliftment of women, the dominance of the female and rejection of stereotypical roles often emanating from Biblical stand points. Thus, the average Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty stories would definitely not tickle the fancy of Madame ou Monsieur Feminist. Nevertheless, it was my escape from the confines of this world and launched me into the orbit of the surreal.

Sadly however, I like many others conceded, well, succumbed to the gravitational pull of " El Televisor"- the sworn nemesis of the "book worm".  Alas, hope returneth ( this sounds amazing in my Legend of Zorro voice- the irony). After many years, a brand new Tablet PC and a library encounter, the flame has been re-kindled. Hopefully, my cloud storage of endless gigabytes is backed up and ready for the influx of knowledge soon to be downloaded to the server.


By the way, I found it very interesting that the French word for brain is "cerveau" and the quote on quote "brain" of the network is called a "server"! I won't tell you the rest, let your imagination run freer than wild horses on a prarie.

Adieu messieurs et madames.