Thursday, June 29, 2017

Dear Husband, What Is So Special About You?

Dear Husband, what is so special about you?

If someone asked your wife “What’s so great about your husband?” or “What’s so special about him?”

What would her response be?

The Shulammite Bride in Song of Solomon Chapter 5 needed a search party to help her find her missing lover

Those people needed to know why they should join her to find her lover

They wanted to know what was special about her lover that would make them lose sleep and she was able to give a valid response.

Let’s look at the things that made her man special. The things that made her man worth going out in the middle of the night for.

The things we can emulate/be/do to be special to our wives

1.       My beloved is exquisitely handsome and ruddy, Outstanding among ten thousand

Ruddy is an euphemism for bloody which would explain why the message version put it as “My dear lover glows with health—red-blooded, radiant”. Meaning my husband is very handsome, active and healthy.  As men, we need to keep looking good physically. Do not let yourself go because your wife ain’t going nowhere or because you believe only women need to take care of their looks and shape. Don’t play with your health…it reassures/ shows your wife you plan to be around for the long haul.

2.       His head is like [precious] gold, pure gold…the message version “My golden one, pure and untarnished”.

Meaning my husband is not just beautiful to behold, he has stuff “up there”.  This man’s head was compared with pure gold.

That shows the value of his brain/intellect. He was not just a fine boy, he was a smart man. Women are attracted to intelligence and Wisdom…it shows the man is mentally competent to handle whatever comes

3.       His eyes are like doves…The Message version added “soft and bright”.

Doves are used as symbols of love, peace or as messengers. The man was not just handsome and brainy…he was equally peaceful, loving and humble (could take the form of a messenger if needed).

Some men have eyes like fire…you dare not question him or look at him straight in the eyes. “Who born you?”

As much as we think women like “wahala” there is no sane woman that does not appreciate a peaceful man.

4.       His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of sweet, fragrant herbs. His lips are lilies…dripping sweet-scented myrrh.

Meaning he is super romantic…foul words do not come out of his mouth. He’s sweet, nice and kind; not just in deeds, but also in words.

5.       His hands are rods of gold. Set with beryl; His abdomen is a figure of carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.

Gold is a precious metal that is associated with wealth, grandeur, and prosperity…meaning his hands are prospering, he is hardworking.

Beryl also known as Emerald is one of the most precious gems. Emerald  implies calmness and encourages growth, reflection, peace and balance. It also represents healing and fertility…meaning he is fertile and virile. He balances work and life. He is good when it’s time to turn the light down low and he knows how to make his wife happy

Ivory is symbol of purity, innocence, chastity and opulence.

Sapphires are believed to symbolize wisdom, virtue, good fortune, and holiness for royals. In an engagement ring, a sapphire means faithfulness and sincerity

He is virile, yet chaste.

This man is not just good in bed, that part of him is reserved ONLY for his wife. He can be trusted not to fool around…with everything he possesses, he still remains faithful and trustworthy to his woman

6.       His legs are [strong and steady] pillars of alabaster set upon pedestals of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, stately and choice as the cedars.

The message version makes it easier to understand “He stands tall, like a cedar,  strong and deep-rooted, rugged mountain of a man, aromatic with wood and stone”.

Cedars are evergreen trees, strong and used as pillars when building.  King Solomon procured Cedars from Lebanon when he was building the temple of God. Cedars are stable, solid and pillars. This husband is a present husband, a pillar in the home, reliable, dependable, solid and unshakeable. Not the kind of man that runs in the face of adversity and turmoil.

7.       His mouth is full of sweetness…The Message version says “His words are kisses, his kisses words”

Meaning the words of his mouth are comforting, loving and pleasant.

Whatever you are going through, no matter how bad your day has been; when he opens his mouth to talk, you will find comfort and strength.  

He is not hurtful with his words…he doesn’t demean with his word.

The bride wrapped it up this way

Yes, he is altogether lovely and desirable. Everything about him delights me, thrills me through and through! That’s my lover, THAT’S MY MAN, dear Jerusalem sisters

So I close with this: A widow was being pestered to re-marry; she declined because according to her, there’s no man that can fill the shoes of her dead husband.

There are husbands, there are good husbands and there are exceptional husbands.

 
A husband is a man who is tasked with the roles of being a provider, Spiritual leader, and head of his household for his wife. He uses the example and inspiration of Jesus Christ to place the needs of his wife above his own in providing for her physical, emotional and Spiritual needs. In doing so, he glorifies God by modeling the relationship between Christ and the church”. – Dr. Michael Williams

I ask us again as husbands…what is so special about you?

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Thursday, June 15, 2017

My King-Lover

Caveat: Strictly for CHRISTIAN wives (it may not sit down well with feminists and female emancipation advocates)

Song of Solomon Chapter 3 verse 11 says
“Come and look, sisters in Jerusalem. Oh, sisters of Zion, don’t miss this!
My King-Lover, dressed and garlanded for his wedding, his heart full, bursting with joy!”

One major thing that makes a king a king is respect and one of the major needs of a husband is respect…some may not believe it but it comes before sex (especially after the ‘sex is everything’ veil falls off).

Any man treated like royalty at home ends up becoming royal.

If respect could be ranked,  I’m sure the highest respect in any man’s diary is his wife’s respect.

Even the devil knows this; which made him stage Job’s wife against him (Job 2:9). The last thing Job lost in his family was his wife's respect…which means it was heavier than even the loss of his wealth. This helps to put into perspective the importance of a wife’s respect to the husband. A man may lose everything but if he still has the respect of his wife, it’s enough to spur him on.

If we look at it scripturally, it doesn’t demean women and doesn’t make them of less quality. It is a flow…there’s an input and there’s an output. Respect flows out, love flows in, more respect flows out, more love flows in .

The Bible talks about Sarah in 1 Peter 3: 4-6…I will go with the Amplified version to capture the essence of the scripture

Your adornment must not be merely external—with interweaving and elaborate knotting of the hair, and wearing gold jewelry, or [being superficially preoccupied with] dressing in expensive clothes; but let it be [the inner beauty of] the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality and unfading charm of a GENTLE and PEACEFUL spirit, [one that is calm and self-controlled, not overanxious, but serene and spiritually mature] which is VERY PRECIOUS in the sight of God*. For in this way in former times the holy women, who hoped in God, used to adorn themselves, *being submissive to their own husbands and adapting themselves to them*; just as Sarah obeyed Abraham [ *following him and having regard for him as head of their house* ], calling him lord. And you have become her daughters if you do what is right without being frightened by any fear [that is, being respectful toward your husband but not giving in to intimidation, nor allowing yourself to be led into sin, nor to be harmed].

Note: In ancient times, Lord was a common title of honor and respect.

Ephesians 5:33 says "Nevertheless let each one of you in particular so love his own wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband".

I know that respect is a 2-way lane but men need it, they don’t just want it. The same applies to Love, men also want to be loved but women need to be loved

Respect or the lack of it affects every other area of a man’s life...

I will state again that respecting your husband does not make you a slave, it does not belittle you, it does not make you lower in quality. It only means you value and appreciate the crown that God gave you and you are treating the crown as such.

If you don’t see him as royalty, you cannot treat him like royalty

It takes royalty to know how to treat royalty…it takes a king to know how to treat a queen

A man treated like a nobody at home cannot see the queen in his wife.

I beseech you today, if you haven’t been doing it…treat your husband like a king.

Make him your King-Lover.

Respect and treat him like a V.I.P

The V stands for Verbally…respect him verbally

If you can’t cut out the complaints…at least cut back and add in compliments instead.

Compliments are like magnets and the more you compliment your husband, the more he will be attracted to you. Begin to notice when he does things right and verbally encourage him by complimenting him at least once a day

This is not the same thing as manipulation o, I see it as seasoning your words with salt. Colossians 4:6 says “Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone”
 

The I stands for Intellectually…respect him Intellectually

Men like to solve problems and fix things.

A good way to get a man to do something is to appeal to his intelligence; simply ask him to help solve a problem.

NEVER imply that he isn't smart. “kílódé te máa n’se báyi now? (Why do you always handle things like this?)” is a subtle way of saying “why are you so dumb?”

Don’t scold him like a child…I understand the maternal instincts but he is not your child

When he makes a mistake and it backfires, that is not the time to bring out the “I told you so” CD.

Men, many men, are not sentimental…show us facts and we'll be more likely to listen.

Even when you cannot reach an agreement, instead of trying to wear him down by nagging or emotional blackmail, if it's his final decision, then honor it. It's ok…the world will not end. Let him use his “executive order” in that case.

Most of us men learn to trust our wives’ instincts after we’ve been burned…in some cases, more than once. Allowing us to learn/realize this, works better than trying to make us do things. When you see men that agree that wifeys have better judgments, those are men that  have been allowed to learn….you can’t nag a man into that mindset.

Lastly, the P stands for Physically…respect him Physically

Don’t make him the last on your list of important things to do.
Meet his physical needs (this includes sex).

Be aware of your body language. You can communicate disrespect by rolling your eyes, sly comments, snarky remarks, sarcasm, slamming doors, hissing .

If you have a husband that is always saying “You don’t respect me”…find out what his respect needs are and try to meet them.

Respect is both a verb and a noun—an action and an attitude.

Note: Respecting your husband is not saying you should passively defer to the dominance of your husband

The best way to start this is with a mind to do the will of God not to keep checking if he deserves/merits it or not.

Remember, even if/when a king has lost his senses, that doesn’t strip him of his royalty or respect

I beseech you as a wife to start seeing  your husband as your “King-lover’ from today…don’t stop there, treat him like your “king-lover”.

Learn to kiss the frog to birth prince charming.

Respect him…and watch the transformation. Help unleash the king so he can enthrone the queen.
 

 

 

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Saturday, June 10, 2017

The Congruence IX

I marveled at how Deola successfully stuck a pin in my bubble…how she skillfully rid me of an excuse that took almost a week to hatch.

I took the phone and talked to my sister, who told me to behave myself where we were going and also to thank Deola’s uncle on behalf of the whole family. I also talked to my mum for a little bit…I could tell she was recovering well and fast.

I guess it’s party time…” Deola screamed, making dance moves without music, as I hung up the phone
I shrugged my shoulder like I wasn’t really impressed.

You have no idea how much fun this weekend has in stock for you girl…be prepared to get your mind blown” Deola responded as she pulled out a leather travel duffel bag from underneath the bed.

Then she gave me a yellow and blue floral dress to try on…Oh my God! It was as if I was born in and born for the dress. It fit like a glove and accentuated all my curves (that I never knew I had)…it was a little shorter than usual but it was so beautiful. She completed my look with a pair of blue high-heels and matching purse.

That was the dress she had promised me if I changed my mind about the party…and it was so beautiful I most likely would have changed my mind if I had insisted on not going.
Deola also picked a beautiful burgundy dress for herself. I wanted her to wear this other red dress because it was really pretty. She then said that night was about me and that’s why she would tone things down so that I could shine. I didn’t understand what she meant but thanked her anyways.

At about 9pm, the driver that Chief sent to get us arrived. He sent a text message to Deola; who stepped out to be sure it was dark enough and there were only a few people out there. She came back, said the coast was clear and we walked to the car.

For parties like this, I usually get dressed at the venue but this one is at an Island club house and we may not have the time to change.
I do my best to avoid people getting all up in my business. I learned the hard way and after that experience, I decided to keep my stuff under wrap
That’s why I try to be subtle with my whereabouts. No one needs to know where I’m going just by what I’m wearing

People will say whatever they want but I shouldn’t make it easy for busybodies to put things together” she added
The car was so beautiful…the driver wanted to get the door but Deola told her not to worry about it. I could tell they knew each other and they were cordial because of the way they talked on our way to the venue. She later told me that was the same driver that ran into her years back but he had also been an ally in her relationship with Chief Agbabiaka.

We went to say hi to Chief as soon as we got there…he told us to have fun and enjoy ourselves. He promised to come get us later as he had some issues to resolve before the main event of the night.
There were many elderly men and one could tell they were rich. There were other girls too but we stood out. Most of the men knew Deola (I guess as the unofficial ‘little wife’ of Chief Agbabiaka) and kept calling her to the side to talk to her. I had an idea what they were talking about because I could see the way these men were looking at me. I felt so cheap…it was as if they were “pricing meat” or ordering at a “point and kill” pepper-soup joint. Deola told me not to worry as she would not let me make the mistake of falling into the wrong hands. 
The party was just a lavish display of wealth to celebrate somebody’s induction into their club. They had all kinds of food and drinks; Suya was being served at the grills; that was the first time I saw a whole-chicken suya.

There was a live band playing, people were dancing and those old men were spraying money to entice the girls on the dance floor. It looked like a fun gathering but I wasn’t having any.

Deola had stepped away promising to be back soon but something must have delayed her. I sat alone on a chair by the swimming pool and was beginning to doze off when I heard

I can tell this is not your kind of place
I turned back to see who it was and behind me was a tall, handsome man. He was a little elderly as I could see a few strands of grey hair on his head but he looked trim and fit. He had a clean shave and was the only one dressed in a pair of jeans and polo top; the perfume he wore smelled so good…I had completely forgotten that I was staring

My name is Captain Awodiya…you can call me Festus” the man said as he reached out to shake my hands

Hello sir” I replied; unable to hide my smile.

He asked if he could sit next to me and I told him “it’s a free world”
Then we started talking…Oh my!

He wasn’t just handsome but also very intelligent.

He started by asking which school I was from; as he could tell I was a student.
I told him…then he asked what course I was studying and spent about fifteen minutes “lecturing” me on my course of study and his fascination for it.
He accurately defined some terms in Economics and Banking and I was intrigued. He advised that I should try to add an MBA to my Bachelors as soon as I was done and it would set me on the right path for a successful career in the finance industry.

He told me about his military experience and career as a naval officer, his family, how he moved them abroad because of the education system in Nigeria, how he was more of a quiet and homely person but was dragged to this party by Chief.

He shared how he met Chief Agbabiaka; when he was in charge of a military contract and how he ended up awarding the said contract to Chief because of the top-notch presentation that Chief’s company did that even beat what an international company (favorite for the contract) presented.

After the execution of the contract, he was attracted to the excellence behind the Agbabiaka brand and ended up becoming one of chief’s friends since then.

Enough about me…what’s a pretty girl like you doing among these wolves? he asked me as he signaled to one of the servers to get me a drink and some finger foods.

I still don’t know why, but I told him everything about myself…every single detail of my life, without hiding anything.
Wow! You are such a brave girl. I knew there was something special about you.

I don’t mingle that much but something about you pulled me out of my shell” He said

It must be this dress” I responded jokingly.

Well, it’s a beautiful dress but your body language said more.

I also saw the way you walked in those heels and could tell you were different from those other girls here” he replied with a smile

He handed me his card and said I could call him any time if I ever needed anything (his exact words).
He stayed with me for a while and we continued talking. However, when Deola finally showed up…he said he had to leave. Besides, it was time for the induction ceremony and he would have to be there.

Deola almost couldn’t wait for him to leave as she dragged me away from the poolside to get the full scoop.

Girl…you must have something that nobody else has o.
I have known Captain for a while now…he doesn’t mess around.

I’m not sure if his military background has anything to do with his discipline as a man.
He is not like all these other men here.

I was shocked when I saw him with you…I had been watching for a while and saw the way you guys were giggling and laughing; especially how you were blushing

I told Deola we were just talking. We were both bored, ran into each other and he was keeping my company.

What about the card he gave you?
He doesn’t throw his card around anyhow you know

He is highly connected in the corridors of power. I know the things Chief has told me about him

You may just have hit a jackpot.
It’s obvious he likes you and that’s enough to get him on your side of the court” Deola added and I could tell she was excited about it.

PART 8                                                                                            PART 10





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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental   

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