Looking good!

Looking good is good business. Even Animals are not left out in this looking good business.

This Dog is cute! I love this doggie!

I really want a cute dog, who'll give me one?

13 killed as Fulani herdsmen cause accident along Lagos-Ibadan Expressway

No fewer than 13 people were burnt beyond recognition in the early hours of today at Loto bus-stop, Mowe. According to info the incident was caused by some herdsmen but the herdsmen fled the scene immediately as residents attempted to mob them. Injured victims were rushed to private hospitals before being transferred to the Olabisi Onabanjo University Teaching Hospital.

Our heart goes out to families and friends who have lost their loved ones in the accident.

Put it on my head

I'm sure some fab fans can relate to this:

"Mom, I've finished pounding the yam.

Where should I put the pestle?" "Put it on my head" "... okay"

BEGONE UNBELIEF

Talk unbelief, and you will have unbelief; but talk faith, and you will have faith. According to the seed sown will be the harvest. Ellen G. White

 

I learnt this hymn this year all thanks to a Woman of God who took out time in January and February to encourage me with the Word of God. The words/lyrics are loaded. Sing along if you know the hymn or just read along...

Begone, unbelief, My Savior is near.
And for my relief, will surely appear;
By prayer let me wrestle, And He will perform;
With Christ in the Vessel, I smile at the storm.

Though dark be my way, Since He is my Guide,
'Tis mine to obey, 'Tis His to provide;
Though cisterns be broken, And creatures all fail,
The word He hath spoken, Shall surely prevail

His love, In time past, forbids me to think
He'll leave me at last, In trouble to sink:
Each sweet Ebenezer, I have in review
Confirms His good pleasure, To help me quite through.

Why should I complain, of want or disstress,
Temptation or pain? He told me no less;
The heirs of salvation, I know from His Word,
Through much tribulation, Must follow theire Lord.

How bitter that cup, No heart can conceive,
Which He drank quite up, That sinners might live!
His way was much rougher, And darker than mine;
Did Christ, my Lord, suffer, And shall I repine?

Since all that I meet, Shall work for my good,
The bitter is sweet, The medicine, food;
Though painful at present, 'Twill cease before long,
And then, oh, how pleasant, The conqueror's song!