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For all the things people say about Love, I think the most pressing, which is often neglected, is that love waits. Love, when you sight the gold spot, waits, and perseveres. I don’t see so much perseverance these days when it comes to the different expressions of love that have marked our generation.

Marriages fail these days because, among other things, love acts fast. Sibling rivalries reach new heights because love chooses to act fast.

I am a man, who has been in “love” at different stages of my life and with different people, and I can say that for the different expressions of love I had at different times, the ones that failed were the ones where I was not patient enough.

When my main love expression was keeping you company through the night while you rambled about your dreams, I was not patient enough to realise that on some nights, you just wanted to be on your own.

For another, when it was dragging you to night reading sessions so you’d prepare for your exams, I was not patient enough to realise that it was cool for you to decide to take some other guy to keep you company for the night. I had slowly seen it as an entitlement.

When it was buying you gifts and some of the things that made you happy, I was not patient enough to wait while you went through your happiness phase. My patience wore out once I didn’t see the happiness return.

When you wanted to feel like a gold fish, I was not patient enough to realise all the sensations my presence and body brought was not enough. I made magic with my body, I thought that was enough. I wasn’t patient to see you come out of that phase.

As I sit to think about love, I see a very anecdote with Music. The perception that alternative music is reserved for only the intellectuals, that you can’t listen to Mumford and Sons, The Lumineers, and make a good meaning of their craft without the commensurate intellectual sagacity required is laughable but believed by many to be accurate.

The same people believe love is not for children, they believe you have to be emotionally ready and capable to handle the rigours of love. They make love seem like a man mountain, only to be surmounted by 10,000 hours of gym work through a lifetime. But even the strongest of them all, buckle at the slightest nudging that love brings.

Love is for everyone – young and old. The qualities that make love stand the test of time, have nothing to do with age. They have everything to do with the presence of mind. For I have found out that love, values the presence of mind given to it. When the mind is absent, love withdraws. Love demands absolute commitment and presence.

I have particularly noticed that whenever I feel like I have discovered a gem, I am always prepared to wait no matter how long. Waiting doesn’t seem like a burden anymore because love happened. It is also same for others who have been in love.

Love waits, not just for three months, not 24, not 48. Sometimes an eternity, other times infinity. They mean one and the same.

Stay True!

Miracle Roch.

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At the last minute before I penned this post, I decided to do a quick research to see how much the Pixel has made in sales since it’s launch last year. Subconsciously, I had written the flagship phone as a failure even without any facts. I now have facts and my mind still hasn’t changed. The Pixel failed.

Here is an excerpt from the India Times

Pixel is lagging globally too. The smartphone has sold around 2.5 million units since its October 2016 launch, Counterpoint Research says. Analysts say Apple would have sold over 70 million phones while Samsung’s numbers would be over 80 million in the October-December period despite the latter’s trouble with flagship Galaxy Note 7, several units of which exploded or caught fire. Apple and Samsung are yet to report the numbers for the period.

I was really impressed with Pixel, I felt it had a good sleek iPhone like design, I felt it was a no brainer, and was going to break the near Monopoly Samsung has in the High-End Android market. So I can’t seem to fathom why Pixel failed.

It looks like Google was really confused at to what it wanted to do. Like how can you price yourself above the iPhone, what kind of pricing strategy is that? Talk about being the iPhone of Android. That ain’t working bruh. The android market is a different ball game. You forget that Apple has been able to sustain its ridiculously high price because it has a different OS and brings something different to the table.
Good phone, good specs, Google’s marketing and money behind and yet it hasn’t made the waves I expected it to make. Why? Because they had poor consultants advising them on their GTM Strategy.

Like, how can you explain poor sales when your biggest competitor has just been engulfed by a phone-fire-S8-incident? Pixel failed to capitalize on that fail by Samsung. Google failed to take advantage of compelling market trends at all.

And what happened to AMEA? Didn’t they get the gist about majority of total phone sales coming from AMEA? In Nigeria, I haven’t seen the Pixel in a single store yet. Had to resort to Amazon. Why? And why sign a shitty deal with Verizon in the US? How many millennials still use Verizon? Google failed woefully.

Did Google even do a proper market survey before venturing into the Smartphone market? With their checkered history over Nexus and Motorola, one would have thought that their Second Coming to be a blockbuster. All that money R& money spent on just Robotics? C’mon!

The Pixel doesn’t have anything special on a second look. They boast about having the best camera ever made but that’s only in low light. In bright light, the iPhone and S7 come tops. So what exactly did Pixel bring to the market? What what what?
There are talks about a Pixel 2, I can only hope Google corrects their mistake before launching Mistake 2.0
Stay True!

Miracle Roch

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It's a lovely piece

Will we ever live happily ever after?
We’ve fought too many fights for a beginning as tender as ours
There’s no denying you bring out the creativity in me
The relief from your lips can’t compare to the Falls at Lake Victoria
In my head we are done

I don’t see a future with our vast differences
But I also didn’t see Donald Trump winning
Unlike the Election, I’d be happy to be proved wrong
We bicker too much, even without talking

Only human to wonder the hell that will be let loose
When we get deep thronged into our bodies on a regular
But I also said the explosive Kimye wouldn’t last six months
I really want us to work forever
Like banish our demons and glow

But the facts are not in our favour and the projections are dim
Well, they were in Hillary’s but we know how that ended
I don’t like how you give others priority more than me
Nor how you waste your time on people you have no business with

I hate that you are not firm in your decisions
I’m bewildered at how you live life without intelligence
More shocked at how beautiful you are
How your smile radiates better than the sun

How you do these so effortlessly
And still call yourself ordinary
This is probably a lost cause
‘Cause you are so set in your ways
You wouldn’t bat an eyelid for a change

But I’d still give it one last shot
And another one.
And yet another shot
I’d hold on to any slight chance for us to live
Happily ever after.



Stay True!

Miracle Roch

www.miraclerochblog.

Yes I did

borntosuccess:
wow, u really had a good tym

We bless God bro

Baawaa:

OP,you really enjoyed the village,you are a blessing to your generation because you love God and you exhibits it.

Hahaha, Humble usher indeed

Tallesty1:
He asked if you need change?


Humble Usher.

First thing to note was that church was designated to start by 7.30am, we got there by 7.45am and there was no body there except the old woman and her son who were cleaning the chairs.
The church was a shocker to me, nothing similar to the plush environs I’d become used to in Lekki churches. There was no window, no plastered wall, no elevated alter. Just some old rickety rusty plastic chairs and some local drums, no microphone or speaker, no lights, no plush decorations, just the sand filled building not more than 15m in width and 40m in length with a zinc over our heads.
Apparently, the church was in construction. The gist was that they erected that structure in less than two months, which is impressive given the location and demography of the church.
By 8am, one person joined us, we were five in number now. Church started with prayers said in Yoruba. I didn’t understand one bit of what was uttered. By this time the pastor had joined us with his family, when I looked outside to the entrance, I was shocked at how his family of five had fit onto the one motorcycle which he drove. It was also unusual for me seeing a Pastor stride in late to service.
I was seated in front because I came rather early, so I was quite shocked at one point to look back and see the whole church filled up. There were not more than 30 chairs in church, I think over 20 was filled up by my estimate.
I was the only one in church who didn’t understand Yoruba, the Pastor was kind enough to realise and called a young boy from the congregation to interpret in English for me while he spoke. The young boy tried so hard, you could literally see him struggle as he tried to mumble the right words in English for me. I was secretly hoping someone would put him out of his misery. The pastor noticed on more than one occasion and tried to help him out, it wasn’t any better, he too got stuck and ended up in Yoruba in less than no time.
The pastor had given what he termed “Morning Tonic”, apparently it’s part of their Sunday programme. He spoke about the Red Sea and how God performed a Miracle using Moses. He didn’t fail to humour them by saying there was a Miracle in church today (obviously referring to me). He told me to stand up on more than one occasion while he gave an example, he was elated to see him attend his church. After he spoke, there was an offering, I gave. Only for the usher who must have been shocked at the denomination I dropped, to come meet me and ask me how much change I wanted, I scoffed, and told her I didn’t need any change. Immediately the Pastor heard me say that, he mumbled somethings in Yoruba which I made out to be “Praise God for this blessing”. On the different occasions when an offering call was made, I gave the highest denomination, so you expect he doled out more personal blessings on my behalf.
There were many funny and strange moments. During Sunday School, the moderator’s phone rang while he was teaching in front of the church, I was shocked to see him pick the call in front of the congregation. He was smiling and exchanging pleasantries with his caller. They had spoken for quite some time before the Pastor said something in Yoruba which I guess was “end the call and continue”. I was amazed that no one found this strange except me. One time during his sermon, a woman made to leave, he called her back and told her to give her offering before leaving.
There were so many funny stories during the different sermons. I counted three different sermons. One time the Sunday school moderator told the church about a young boy who could bypass DSTv subscriptions and make people watch DSTv for free without paying, and he lauded it as an example of using your God given talent and the whole church screamed in affirmation. That was funny to me, I didn’t know when I started laughing out loud. Or the time when the Pastor narrated how he lent money to a church member who refused to pay him pack and the whole church hissed in dismay at the borrower who I guess was definitely not in church.
Oh, my first interpreter was finally put out of his misery by the time the Pastor was ready for his sermon. He called another young chap from the congregation, I liked this one. He was smart enough to not try interpreting sentence for sentence, he gave me summaries. He didn’t try too hard. That was smart of him. I gave him a tip after service, I also gave the first interpreter a tip too. They both went through stress, stood in front of a 30 man congregation which looked like a big deal to them, the least I could do was offer them a tip.
Did I forget the mention the incessant tears that regularly interrupted service? The kids always took turns to cry, and there was this semi-nude kid who ran round the church. For some reason I think he was the Pastor’s child, he kept running to him during the sermon.
There were four different offerings in church, and according to my interpreter, the Pastor was admonishing the church not to get tired of giving at the fourth time. I was more than happy to give during the different occasions because I was actually enjoying myself. The prayer section as you’d expect with a village church was filled with so many “kill your enemies” line and my Interpreter was caught up in the hype most times leaving me to make out what the prayer point was myself. I spoke in tongues almost all through, I guess I was equally covered.
This church was makeshift but her members were definitely ready. The Pastor talked about how he was eager to finish the church before his impending transfer came. He talked about how they needed nothing less than five hundred thousand naira to tile the whole church and how he was envisaging an even bigger land. I loved his enthusiasm especially after hearing the story of how they built that church up to this level. This is real ministry, I mean, it’s not his personal house, it’s the Lord’s house, but he was going about it like his personal business. I liked that about him.
The members were cheerful and happy. They were content too. They all tried to give during their offerings during the different occasions, they even gave their tithes too. They were friendly with me too – the stranger. Someone was eager to give me the English version of their hymn book when it was time, another volunteered to give me their Sunday school manual, they never missed an opportunity to throw a smile. I had to give the little kid beside me some money to drop into the offering pan, he was so happy to drop it in.
After service, I noticed church members both old and young packing sand from outside and filling the alter area inside the church. I defied my post clothes and joined them in packing sand and filling up the alter area. They were all shocked and resisted my efforts but I wasn’t having it. I was so impressed at how everyone was determined to build their church, I joined and enjoyed it. The passion showed by members was heart-warming. I sowed a seed to support the building of the church, it was so awesome being amongst these people and seeing their undiluted love for God translated into action. Apologies for not showing you guys pictures, I had a flat battery. There was no light in the whole village!
I spoke with my second interpreter after church, and I found out he was preparing to write JAMB, when I asked him if he was reading, he told me he wasn’t because he was learning how to make Almacos or something like that at a nearby shop hence he had no time. I encouraged him to make out time. He took my number, I hope he gives me a call sometime; I’d be more than willing to help!

Stay True!
Miracle Roch


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This is going to be a two part piece. I’ll talk about the Nigerian Electorate in this piece while I’ll focus on the Nigeria Elections in the next piece. This piece is a neutral look at the Nigerian electorate and what influences their candidate choice.
You must know that Nigeria which has been touted as the largest black nation in the boast boasts of about 160 million people and is majorly composed of three tribes which have been divided along border lines both geographically, mentally and religiously.
The great divide between the northern and southern part of the country has influenced almost everything that has got to do with our Federalism. The northerners greatly aided by religion (dominant Muslim) has been in war against the Southerners (dominant Christians).
There’s been a civil war to this effect, there’s been massacres and pogroms also to this effect and one has to wonder why successive governments really pay no attention to this gulf and rift.
The northerners believe Nigeria should be an Islamic state, they believe it is their right to own and govern Nigeria, they see the Southern Christians as infidels and enemies that should be killed and maimed. They see them as a minority who shouldn’t have a say in Nigeria.
The southerners believe Nigeria is theirs and should be governed by them because oil (which is Nigeria’s main source of income) is found in their region. They see the northerners as blood sucking demons whose only duty is to kill Christians and so there is an inborn hatred even if they take no physical action to back up this innate hatred.
These two have failed to find a middle ground to cohabit and relate. I wouldn’t blame them though, no real concerted effort has been made from the center to try to find a middle ground. And so what we have had over the past years has been a tug-of-war where they both try to justify their stand.
With these theories at the back of your mind, you see why it’s not rocket science to try to decipher what determines who the average Nigerian votes for at the polls especially when the two main candidates are from two different sides of the divide (and religion too).
The average northerner will vote for a fellow northerner and a fellow Muslim. The average southerner will vote for a fellow southerner and a fellow Christians. To understand this perfectly, you need to have gone to the Mosque on the Friday preceding the elections. You see how Imams and the likes turn the election into a religious affair with some quotations from the Quran to even back up their reasons why their followers should vote for the Muslim candidate. You needed to have been in church too on the preceding Sunday to see how Pastor threw decorum to the background in their efforts to ensure their congregation cast their votes for a fellow Christian “brother”.
Sadly, this election was more about religion than it was about the state of our nation. no matter how hard we try to run away from this, this election bothered more on the religion of the two main candidates as a criteria for their qualification rather than on their worth as humans! This election was more about the ethnicity of the candidates rather than the political authority each had.
With this in mind, you can already visualize voting patterns. And your assertion was right. It turned out that way. The north voted for their northern candidate, the south voted for their southern candidate. And so, the winner was entirely dependent on which of the divide had more voters and this is where the problem lies. To understand this, you only need take a look at... Continue reading at http://gudboii.