Patience Oti's Blog

The sun smiled with all its strength oblivious of the worries of tomorrow. The rain wet the earth until the earth knew what it meant to have a thorough bath. Jake cried out of his mother's womb into a world of uncertainty, unpredictable outcome of happiness, joy, sorrow and laughter oblivious of the end of the beginning. Betty had her first long kiss with Benny, welcoming the fears and joys of matrimony. Patty made a first class degree in the university, happy to make a transit into the larger world; where common sense and graces rule not degree. Today is Patrick's ordination as the Bishop of World Class Christian Assembly; the DEVIL isn't smiling so GOD deployed His angels.   Today, my friend told me about 'They' , in his words ‘they say I'm doing fine' . When I asked, who are they ? He said ' they' are Angels of Consolation. One believes in the goodness of the present another in the goodness of both the present and the future and both w

THE ART OF WAITING “For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured. At least by the person who's waiting.” ― Haruki Murakami.   I have started to realise that waiting is an art, that waiting achieves things.   Waiting can be very difficult but very powerful. Time is a valuable thing. If you can wait, you can sometimes achieve something that you could not achieve today. However hard you have worked; how much money you threw up in the air, how many times you banged your head against the wall- If there is a need to wait, then you must do it profitably.   The people who are most successful at living and loving are those who can learn to wait successfully. Not many people enjoy waiting or learning patience. Yet, waiting can be a powerful tool that will help us accomplish much good.   “Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take can sometimes be the most painful...” ― José N. Harris. We cannot always have what we want wh

FLIPPING OUR DARKER SIDE The life that many of us live and lead is not the one we intend, rather it is the one created for us by family, friends, jobs, religion, society and the list can go on. The potpourri of these influences often leave us with the feelings of un-fulfillment, anger and resentment. We grow up to be the “created version” of ourselves. One of the places this happens is in the family, most time, some of us are lucky to have the right type of family that leads u s in the right part and vice versa. My mother will always tell my sisters’ and I that where we come from, once married, a woman is not allowed to cheat on her husband. Whereas, the many is allowed to ravage and ravish everything in skirt while the woman revere her husband with utmost devotion. I’m I saying the woman has the liberty to do same? Nope! However, discretion is a better part of valour. Another place where “recreating self” takes place is in religion, many lives have been made and marred on this platfor