My Sweet Tooth

Young woman eating cupcake, studio shot

I have a sweet tooth. I’m so addicted to sweet things that I’ve contemplated adding sugar to my cooking a good number of times. Lol. There’s just something richly pleasurable about eating something sweet. It can wipe off stress and keep you feeling euphoric. So imagine my excitement when I went downstairs some time before my lunch break to buy drinking water and I happened upon this young lady selling a batch of cupcakes. I stole glances at first and looked away each time. I wasn’t going to be tempted. I had made up my mind to cut down on my sugar intake. Finally, I decided to give in to temptation and pick one… just one 😀

Ok, before you start judging my ability to maintain my resolutions and my level of restraint, you must know one thing. The aroma of those chocolate cupcakes was absolutely tantalizing. I just had to taste one to know if it tasted as good as it looked.  And…. oh my!!! I can’t tell you how good it tasted. You can only judge for yourself after you’ve had a taste too. 😉

While I ate my delicious cake, I wondered how it was made. You see, I consider myself a good cook and each time I see something nice, I try to figure out how it was made. If it happens to be something I can’t figure out then I may go and ask someone who knows. Sweet tooth like me, I learnt to make cakes early enough. I was a curious and inquisitive little girl.

Everybody has that aunt who always claims to know how to cook everything on earth, right? Well, I do and I often ask her whenever I try to make something new and run into difficulty. I remember asking her about making chocolate cakes once.

“That’s easy,” she said, “All you have to do is mix the paste like I taught you and add bournvita or milo to it.”  I nodded in understanding. It seemed very easy.

Ok, I’m sure you all know what bournvita is so I don’t need to explain. Suffice it to say that I spent many years believing that once you add bournvita to cake mixture then you have your chocolate cake ready. I had my doubts but I never really tried to find out if it was true or not. I didn’t try it though and it never occurred to me that there was actually something called cocoa powder which you add to the cake mixture to produce that effect.

It’s years after and I’m sitting here, eating my cupcakes and wondering what other numerous things I accepted as truth in my childhood and have never quite unlearned even as an adult. You see, we human beings have a way of holding on tightly to the things people have told us in the past. I suppose the brain stores certain information from childhood that are very difficult to discard even at maturity. Just because our parents told us that people from a certain area are not to be trusted we accept it as a fact that cannot be changed. We have seen wars fought for years on end just because of half-truths told by our forefathers. We have seen hate established as culture and dehumanizing practices we refuse to let go of because our parents ingrained them in us. All hatred, racism, intolerance, ethnicism, prejudice and untold conflicts arise because of facts we accepted as truth without verification.

Religion is not left out of the list. Have you ever tried to question your beliefs? No doubt you were told as a child that some questions are best left unanswered. That’s true! We may never figure everything out but have you ever tried to juxtapose some of the things you accept to be true with reason. If a ‘man of God’ asks you to do something, do you as a human being pass it through the rational part of your brain or do you accept everything hook, line and sinker? It’s is alarming to hear of ladies being asked to come to church without their underwear to enable the Holy Spirit free entry. Which Holy Spirit, biko? Is it still the one that we call Holy?

They say you should drop your educational qualifications and degrees when you come to church. Really? Do you know how knowledgeable and wise Solomon was? Was that wisdom not given to him by God for good purpose? Why then should you as a Christian decide to drop your ability to reason and make deductions which is what education does for you just because you are a Christian? Even God gives us room to reason with him. He says, “Come now let us reason together. Though your sins be as scarlet. They shall be white as snow.” I always encourage people to ask God to reveal his truth directly to them. Moreover His word is there to guide you. Anything that seems unscriptural to you, no matter how wonderful it sounds should be discarded.

You want to be the Femmetotale? Start filtering information and verifying things before you accept them as truth. Filter the dogmas your culture and family have ingrained in you and be the God-kind of woman. In the mean time, let me finish my delicious cupcakes and please stop salivating. Thou shall not covet thy neighbour’s cakes, remember… lol!


This Little Rudder in Me II

Cropped image of woman clenching teeth

Here’s some more inspiration for the contemporary Christian young woman. Did you read my earlier post about my short adventure and how I discovered the little rudder in me? You want to know what became of me, my guide and our little boat? If you missed the first part then you can click here to read it.

Okay, so this large vessel was looming overhead and I was shaking like a leaf, wondering what I was thinking when I decided to go on that adventure. I clutched my seat tight and the boat driver laughed. He said I needed to see the way I was holding onto that seat. The large vessel was looming closer and those two were laughing, telling me not to worry, I just had to relax. That was when my prayers were answered and another boat came by. They gave us some gas and continued on their way.

In a short while, the boat’s engine revved again and we moved away from the path of the large vessel. It was so fast that it still caught up with us. Its waves rocked our boat back and forth, almost pushing us off from our course. My heart was beating so wildly, I thought that any stethoscope placed on it would surely explode. Tears stung my eyes but I was determined to act courageous. I must say, our boat fought valiantly…at least it didn’t capsize while the ship was moving so fast. Just then I noticed that the ship was turned slightly away from us. I saw something like a big, flat blade at the stern of the ship, immersed in the water, which seemed to direct the flow of water away and reposition the ship to face a different direction.

The scary moments passed soon enough. It had only lasted about one minute yet it had seemed like a whole lifetime to me. The water was calm again and it was almost as if nothing had happened. The guide giggled as he recalled how I had gripped the edge of the boat as though my life depended on it.  It was only when everything was calm that I had time to admire the magnificent, impressive looking ship. I wondered how something that big could move at such speed, what kind of engine it used and what powered it.  The guide was quick to explain. I suspect he didn’t know much but he considered himself very knowledgeable. He pointed out different parts of the ship, explaining in simple language what they were for. We couldn’t see passengers or crew men on board.  It just looked like a moving house. The guide told me that in that big house moving on the water was a captain controlling its movement. He told me about the rudder, a unique component of the ship that helped move it away from us.

rudderWhat he said made me think about the verse I read that morning in James 3:2-9. The tongue is perhaps one of the most ignored parts of the body. It performs multiple functions and we often don’t realize its importance until it brings results, good or bad. It’s amazing that both blessings and curses can emanate from the same tongue.  Talk about gossips, negative speeches, faithlessness, lies, malice, deceit and corrupt speeches. Many gossips that lead to malice and enmity could be avoided if you could just control the tongue. While you’re calling negativity into existence in your life don’t forget that it takes just about the same effort to declare positive things to yourself. Instead of saying that you may never get a job because you don’t have connections, try saying that you know the one who has the hearts of kings in his hands. Instead of saying that you may never make it in life, try saying that you are a success.

Many wildfires have resulted from the tongue and many erudder 2nraged hearts have been calmed by the tongue. The same tongue produces both bitter and sweet waters. Every disciplined person must master the control of his tongue. To succeed in your faith and in all in life activities, the tongue must be made to speak not just the things that are evident but to call forth the things that are not yet in existence.

If a vessel that large could be controlled by something as small as a rudder, how much more human beings like us? You see, we all have that little rudder in us.  These verses caution us to control the tongue pretty much the same way a rider puts a bridle on his horse. If we can control our tongues we would be controlled in every other way. So you want to be the femmetotale, put a bridle on your tongue and put your rudder to action.


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This Little Rudder in Me

Cropped image of woman clenching teeth

Here’s a little inspiration for every Christian young woman. I consider myself to be quite an adventurous person. I haven’t climbed Mount Everest before, gone hiking or bungee jumping but I just might do so, if I get the opportunity one day (not climbing Everest though) all for the purpose of being able to say I did something for the first time. So, adventurous me decided to jump into an expedition one day and that’s what gave me an insight into the little rudder in me. Are you eager to know what happened? Okay, walk with me patiently and I’ll get right to it.

I was in Bayelsa, every normal person in Nigeria would know where that is (or at least know that that’s where the bulk of the oil comes from) even if they’ve never been there. I was visiting with my sister and I had been there for a week with no ‘action’… lol. She was working long hours and adventurous me needed to get a feel of the place. Eventually, we got a native to take me on a boat ride so that I could at least say I saw the rivers in Bayelsa, yaay!!!

Okay, three questions any normal person would want to ask me; 1. Did I know how to swim? 2. Did I know the native guide? 3. Did I know where we were going? The answer to all three questions was no. I don’t need to know a guide very well or where we are going before going on an adventure, do I? That’s why it is called an adventure folks. The only funny part was that I didn’t know the first thing about swimming. I mean, I had tried to hold my breath while submerged in a bathtub for close to ten seconds before… shouldn’t that suffice?

Anyway, finally, we got to the dock (they actually just called it a park) and I paid for a private boat. We kind of like just hired the boat for one hour. I didn’t plan to stay longer than that. My first major challenge was stepping into the boat. I couldn’t figure out why the thing just kept floating on the water. How was anybody supposed to step into something that wasn’t stable? I don’t know how I did it but I finally made it into the boat and sat down. Then we moved. Slowly at first and then a little faster. The guide pointed out landmarks or should I call it watermarks? We saw natives bringing out white sand from the depths of the river. I was really amazed at how some of them could stay for at least two minutes under water without surfacing. The guide told me that some of them could even stay for two hours under the water… hmmm I didn’t bother telling him it wasn’t possible. He really believed what he was saying. He showed me the petrol stations on the river and people doing their traditional oil business in the water (you know what I mean). I also saw company boats belonging to major oil companies transporting their workers, all with their life vests on. I asked my guide why we weren’t wearing any. He laughed and said I didn’t ask and besides it wouldn’t be needed. We weren’t getting deep into the high seas. That was when it happened. The engine of the boat went silent. I tried not to panic. The driver/pilot tried restarting it but it wouldn’t budge. The gasoline had finished. The guide told me not to worry that the driver would get from another boat driver so I should just concentrate on the view. It wasn’t much of a view though, just a couple other boats passing us and men entering the water for white sand. Then I saw it.

I first noticed that the waves in the water were looking heavier than ever. Then there was the low drumming sound and a loud horn. A large vessel was approaching. It was really gigantic and made me think of Titanic (without the love scenes and Celine Dior’s magical voice of course). The waves were practically rocking our small boat to and fro. The guide seemed a bit worried. He said our boat had to be moved out of the way or the waves from the large vessel would make us capsize. That was when I knew I had to make some serious prayers. There was no way I was going to test how many seconds I could last under water in that kind of panic situation. I had to remind myself that I was the Femmetotale.

To be continued…

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