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My first daughter
turned ten about three days ago and she requested that I buy her story
books, cookies, chocolate and a Bible. I really am trying to drive off
the path of the famous bombs: the letter bomb that killed Dele Giwa,
the bomb by MEND in Warri, the bombs around Eagle Square on
Independence day and the bombs arranged in the hearts of supposed
statesmen that are dropping from their unpatriotic and selfish mouths,
waiting to detonate.

As a young boy,
after experiencing the efficacy of the ‘scare tactics’ used by our
parents and observing the dangerous drift of society that is very much
in a hurry to adopt the ‘sex education’ tradition of western countries,
I once angrily asked God not to give me female children. But it pleased
Him to bless me with two beautiful angels and I thank Him everyday for
that.

I am no saint, but I am trying to be perfect.

My mother died when
I was writing my WAEC and somehow, the responsibility of caring for my
siblings landed on my shoulders and I promised myself that if God will
help me to protect my three younger sisters from the claws of our
decaying society, I also will stay away from other people’s sisters and
He did. They say a man who fears nothing, loves nothing. They also say
the dirty spoon that you cannot eat with, do not give it to others. In
other words, do unto others what you wish them to do to you. Then, it
was my sisters that I feared for. After they are grown, my weak flesh
was planning to indulge like every other man in our sinful nature. But
God quickly brought my wife and my fear is now for my lovely daughters,
so eternity will remain in view.

Indeed, I and my
wife are doing all that God has taught us to make sure that at least we
keep our own corner clean. We try to make sure we are not part of the
problem but rather, we strive to be part of the solution. Our struggle
is not to allow decaying society to steal God’s gifts from our hands;
with what we hear on radio, see on television and the internet. My wife
concocted eleven ‘girl-child rules’ for our two girls and some for the
boys. We have started praying for God to prepare and bring their
husbands early enough because the bible says, “blessed is the wife of
your youth”.

It works. Yes, it
does. My wife was taught early in church to pray to God to prepare her
husband, wherever he may be – spiritually, physically, financially and
materially – to come for her early (because the bible says, “he who
finds a wife…”) according to His wise counsel and good plans for her
and God answered. I really do not intend to preach, but it is my
daughter’s tenth birthday and I have always asked her and her siblings
to read my weekly stories.

Charity, they say,
begins at home. The first congregation of any serious preacher should
be members of his household. At least, let me try and stop the log from
finding a place in my eyes before I remove those in other people’s
eyes. On Friday the 15th also, my first son will be twelve and I also
expect him to read this story. And I am very prepared to give him more
answers concerning those bombs that went off on “Nigeria at 50” day.

I love my children
and I fear for them. I struggle to hold them, yet society battles to
tear them away. I try to train them up in the way they should grow, so
that they will not depart from it; yet society has its own agenda. I
inject in their blood the need to honour us their parents so that their
days may be long in the land that God Almighty has given us; but some
are trying to blot out that God-given land.

It was some young
men, the sons of people, that were instigated to drop off those heinous
explosives that claimed the lives of innocent Nigerians and if my son
does not fear God and listen to me and his mother, he could be used
like a pun in the chess board of some evil men and mischievous and
unprogressive elements in our society. If he does not exude peace and
humble himself like Goodluck Jonathan, he cannot be elevated by God.

I rest my case, for now.