In the mind of a follower.
It is Easter Sunday and I woke up, lost in my thoughts as usual. I wonder what it must have been like to be Jesus Christ, scorned and mocked as he died.
I remember the followers of Christ especially Peter, most especially their thoughts as the events unfolded.
Remember, it is still Sunday, the women have not yet discovered that the tomb is empty.
My mind wonders to the followers of Christ and those that believed in him, this includes Judas.
Even though, Jesus had told them that he would be betrayed and killed, there was still this belief that it would not happen. Judas thought Jesus would do a Rambo and beat death.That was why he could not live with himself after the death of Christ.
Is it not the same Jesus? He raised the dead, he healed the sick, he made the lame walk and the blind to see, he will perform a miracle and redeem himself.
Judas had that belief, he did not think Jesus would die.
Let us imagine what it was like for the other followers of Christ.
Come on Jesus, do something, do not let them ridicule you like this,
Unless you are really not who you claim to be.
Imagine the hopelessness, as Jesus uttered the words "It is finished".
The followers snuck out of the scene, dejected.
What just happened? The guy died without putting up.any fight.
Maybe he was a fraud.
Son of God my foot! He was man all along, they thought to themselves because that is what their human eyes could see.
This is the way our fans and followers act when we let them down, when they are disappointed at what we do, when we are no longer popular, when we fail. They sneak out, regretting that they believed in us.
Like Peter, who was one of the greatest supporters of Christ, they will doubt and deny you.
There is always room for resurrection, today Christ rises to take his pkace as the King.
May this Easter resurrect everything that is dead in you.
May your spiritual resurrection be made manifest in the physical.
Life is far from being a movie, In a movie, you are born and within minutes you grow up. Real-life is about the experiences, the journey, the regrets, tears, and not forgetting the triumphs. I will give you one minute to figure out why this picture means so much to me? This picture represents the following things;
As I went through the pictures and came across this one, a wave of emotions swept over me. I hated this picture when I was younger, I wondered why I was so fat, on that day I loved it! It reminded me that I was like everybody else. What I saw looking at the picture tallied with what I so desired and that is to be like everybody else. Hurray! I was not born a freak of nature! I spent some days with my parents and left for Lagos. We were driving from the airport to my Sister's house in Lekki when the unthinkable happened. We were attacked by armed robbers. I found myself alone in the car with seven robbers, all wielding their AK 47s, they stripped me of everything except the clothes on my back. They made away with my Miu Mui purse and the contents. Of everything they took, the one thing that hurt me was this picture, Mama said it was the only copy, that day it felt like the enemy had stolen my only connection to being like others, Now, I no longer had a record of being normal or so I thought. One day a package came in the mail, It was from Mama, the package was thick I thought it was money as my father was in the habit of sending money. Excitedly, I tore the package open. A picture fell out, there was a short note attached to the picture. This was the picture and the note from Mama read."My dear daughter Chinwe, this is to replace what the enemy has stolen". That package restored hope to me. The enemy has not stopped trying to steal my dreams, aspirations, and purpose. He is constantly working on replacing the truth with lies. His motive is to derail me. He will use people around me to do that. My job is to stay up, my duty is to keep rising and proving him and his agents wrong. As long as I have breath in me, I will fight.
I will rather die living my purpose than live a purposeless life.
May God give us the strength to retrieve what the enemy stole. Do you have similar experiences? Let's share.
As the image in the mirror caught my attention, I look closely taking it all in.
Deep in those eyes are buried a record of my journey. I blink as some memories threaten to bring tears, I continue to look remembering every single step of my walk, to some thoughts I sigh to others I chuckle. What a journey! We did it together me and Him.
Subconsciously, my right hand , runs through my right leg. Slowly I touch each scar, there are several of them, they are all over, each reminding me that I am a conqueror, that the Lord is my strength . Suddenly I remember his promise and break out in a smile. Nothing seems to matter any more, not the grey hairs sprouting , not the lines on the face that act as map, telling it all.
I am the promise! I see promise in those eyes. God is within me, I will not fail, he will help me at break of day.
The Lord delights in me .
THE ENABLED LIFE.
FIT FOR A QUEEN.
I AM ENOUGH.
Sometimes, I think that those that read my work, do not really understand me fully. I will help you out.
I am actually full of strength and Energy. I am a perfectionist, you do not need perfection to do things well.
I laugh when people refer to me like I am an accident waiting to happen. This is my life, I have accepted it fully. It is my normal.
Some ask me. How do you cope with things like intimacy, raising children or even every day things? I always say, reading Chi Chi is different from experiencing Chi Chi, Chi Chi is an enigma that will blow my mind.
I want to talk about a topic close to my heart.
Conquering disability the way I have, took a whole lot of doing on my part, it took not bothering about other people's inhibitions when they relate with me but instead welcoming their reservation as an invitation to prove to them that I can. To me, it was not a problem, the problem was proving my abilities became a normal for me, I find it difficult knowing when to stop.
What do I mean? It is very easy for others to blame any short comings I may have on disability. If I ask for any form of assistance or accept assistance from them, they think it is because I cannot do the things myself, so rule one for me has been "Handle your business in all aspects ". For this reason I refuse offers from anyone to cook for me or my family. I usually build a wall around myself when it comes to accepting gestures from others.
One reason is that people gave me things like they are giving a beggar or a dog, some bring the gift in the most despicable packages. Chai!! General rule became no help or gifts here.
Lately, this friend that I call my BFF studied me, she saw that I had an objection to receiving deeds or gifts, she made several attempts but was not able to come through that wall. She did not give up, instead she kept trying.
Today, I will take anything from my friend, food and all acts of kindness. So what did she do differently from others?
She realized I was a queen and treated me accordingly. She even goes overboard at times and I enjoy every moment of it.
Yesterday was valentine and my friend came bearing gifts, all dressed up for the queen.
You know who you are.
God bless you.
I am not challenged in any way in the things I do, Yes! I have cerebral palsy and so what? It does not change who I am, the beauty I possess in and out. My desires are the same as that of every body else.
I have cerebral palsy, I am very capable of running my own life. I cook, I clean, I take care of my life just as you do in my unique way.
I have cerebral palsy, it does not make me a beggar, do not come before me making propositions that are unreasonable. Do not be-little me when you relate with me.
I have cerebral palsy but I am not cerebral palsy.
If you must give to me, present it like you would to a queen, no unworthy gifts allowed her, no disrespect please.
If you cannot oblige, then keep it to yourself.
I have cerebral palsy but I am a queen.
WHEN LOVE IS NOT PERFECT.
In this week of love, I think we should have some fun with love.
Oh how I love to love! Love wakes me up with a smile in the morning and gets me through any day.
We all love to love. Love is not a fantasy but reality. Love means I will keep my feelings of goodwill and kindness towards you through the season because I love you.
Love means that we will love expecting things to remain the same but working with what our tomorrow may bring. That no matter what, we will make each other stronger.
Love means I will never hurt you and I expect that you will never hurt me. Love means if you breach this code , I will take actions to protect myself but I will not be inconsiderate of the love we once shared.
Love means through our different seasons, we will together reinvent and recreate our expressions of our feelings to suit where we are.
Love means, loving who we met, Who they have grown to be and who they are yet to become , knowing that we fell in love with an individual and not an idea.
Love means never trying to change you but walking with you as you try to discover who you are. Squeezing your hand to let you know that you are supported.
Love means even when we cannot function like we used to, we will be there for each other. Even when all we can do is hold hands.
Love means when the end comes. You can behold the image of that person that held you spellbound through the years and have the peace of knowing that all will be well.
True love is hard work but it is well worth it. Do not let the expectation of perfection rob you of a great experience.
So let’s love each other now. Some day one of us will not be here. All we will have left is the love we shared.
To all those that still believe in love.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Reading my book Enabled for his glory and wondering how I could have written this ten years ago? Nothing much has changed but I have been given the grace to do great things! What a wonderful life!
Culled from "Enabled for his glory (Chi chi Iro)"
It was terrible growing up in a society that had few explanations for health issues. There were no role models for me to copy because everybody like me was locked up; but I did not give anyone the chance to keep me behind closed doors. No one like me had accomplished any of the things I dreamed about; they did not go to college nor marry an educated fine man who treated them with respect, nor have children. Their families just took care of them; but I wanted it all. I did not see myself any different . I had my desires, I was going to do my best to make them my reality .
Laugh with me.
Contrary to what my pictures say about me on Facebook, I am at an all time emotional low, it happens every now and again. Please do not panic, I will be fine. If you choose to worry just send me a billion dollars.
This picture makes me crack up so much.
So my Tony Iro, is my photographer and he does an excellent job but we all know how difficult it is to photograph someone with Cp.
So on this day he was taking pictures of and he said, "Let's dry something different, let's try the cross legged pose". This was what he got. Poor Tony he thought I did great but I found it so funny
Please laugh with me.
This post is for people with a sense of humor .
If you do not have a sense of humor do not bother.
Like I said, you have to learn to laugh at yourself.
I always say "My Life is my teacher." Most things I know about love and relationship, is from my life experiences. Not all experiences are pleasant but have grown to find a lesson in each one.I have a scar on my left wrist with a bucketload of life lessons. I sustained that injury over 40 years ago and each time I see this injury, I realize that we all need to be appreciated and positively affirmed.
I will share how I got the injury first and what it thought me.
I am the last child of my mother and my oldest Sister who is much older than I am, had left home at a very young age to go study in London, I do not recollect knowing her before she left but as I grew older, I became aware that she was responsible for the packages that were frequently dispatched from London. I remember how happy I was, when she sent me my first pair of red leather mules, with an inch heel. At first Mama said I could not wear them for fear of my tripping, but my irrepressible little self kept practising and mastered how to wear them, and this was for me my first high heels. For a girl that could not wear decent shoes, those red mules made me feel like every other little girl, oh how I loved those mules.
So one day this beautiful and elegant lady returned home and took up a job in the ministry, I was just blown away with her presence, I wanted her to notice my existence and know how tough I was, I wanted her to be very proud of me, on this day the chance to make her proud that came as I overheard my big Sister ask one of the male helps in the home to wash her car. I quickly recognized the chance to be relevant came. I snuck out, got my self some soap, a bucket and water from a truck that had a storage tank attached to it or tanker as we called it and I proceeded to wash the car. All I could think of was how proud of me Sister will be, soon I was out of water. It was time to rinse the car, so I went for a refill of water. My clothes were soaking wet, there were soap suds all over but nothing could stop me, I got to the tanker refilled my bucket and ready to retrace my steps to the car and the unthinkable or was it thinkable happened. I lost my balance, I held unto the tanker for support and the rough edges cut right into my wrist. Oh no! I thought but anyway , I had to continue my task, big Sis must be proud of me. I headed to the soapy wet car and continued.
Big Sis was ready to go out, stepped out to get into her car and what she saw blew her mind. Chinwe dripping wet, covered in soap and blood. She let out a huge scream! I put my index finger to my lips, pleading with her to be quiet because if she screamed any more and Mama came out, it will be big trouble. So she took me, dripping water and blood, she bundled me in the car I was supposed to be washing headed to the General Hospital without alerting Mama. We got to the hospital and the cut was stitched. While the doctor was stitching all that was going through my mind was, Chinwe you just blew it, big Sis will never be proud of you.
1)We are all yearning for recognition and acceptance, it is only modest not to seek it out yourself, we pray that the people on our lives will just offer it .
2. A word of appreciation goes a long way. One does not have to be perfect to get affirmed. There times to offer affirmation just for the effort made. Even if the picture on Facebook is not the best picture of your friend, hit the like button all the same to acknowledge their effort.
3. Always appreciate the effort it took someone to positively affirm you, it is a precious and priceless gift.
4. Because you affirmed some one else, it does not make them better than you are.
5. If one has to ask you to affirm them before you do, it defeats the purpose.
I am learning everyday from life. God give me the grace to put in practice my lessons.
Years later I reminded my Sister of the incident of course she had forgotten about it, she looked at me with so much love and said but I was always proud of you. She asked me why I did not let her know what I needed from her then?
I know why I did not tell her what I needed, I wanted it to come freely from her.
This post is to any one who finds any task challenging and to mother's of children living with challenges.
No one is born with strength, we develop strength.
So many times people tell me I am not as strong as you are, when they say that I smile and think to myself. How little they know about me.
I was not born strong. I was born extremely weak, the strength you see now is a product of constant practice and challenging that limitation. I had no strength in my right hand. It was weak, twisted and bent. Daily my Mom will force me to use that right hand instead of the left and in no time it became as strong as the left. Of course there were several accidents, it was very frustrating for me but today I reap the fruits of that hard work and I am grateful to her.
I do not really like coffee but recently I needed to improve my metabolism as well as treat myself in the cold winter mornings. After much thought. I decided to introduce coffee with coconut oil and cream. It is my gift to myself every morning.
Usually with things like coffee and tea, I leave that task to Tony because I do not have much stability to carry a full cup of coffee from the kitchen to the living room without spilling some then I have to retrace my steps to clean my mess. But what type of me time will it be if I had to depend on him?
So I told myself you can do it Chinwe, every morning, I make my coffee and inhale that wonderful aroma of coffee with coconut oil and cream, then I start my short journey to the living room to sit and enjoy. Slow , steady, I mentally said to myself when I first started now I carry my cup with ease and when Tony is home, I carry two cups and make it a "We time" I still have a tiny spill when I do two cups at a time but I know I will get better at it.
I often see mothers of children living with challenges worry when they want to help, please let them help. You will be amazed at skills they will develop.
For all others with invisible challenges, ( People living with challenges in the head) you too can be strong! Challenge your challenge.
Coffee and coconut oil anyone?
Good morning friends!
Chi chi Iro.
Attitude is everything.
Some of the most discriminatory people I know are people wishing that others will let them in.
What an irony!
You can only be friends with someone if you are a friend.
Disability and snobbery , these are two bad combinations.
Stop being so sensitive about how others treat you.
It does not really matter how you are addressed.
Embrace life by living it.
You are uniquely beautiful.
Just be you!