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kkon:
wow quite pricey I would love to get one

Pele. The screen broke Thursday morning, first thing I did after it happened was to call a friend to inform him of my intention to sell lol. There is a good chance that the screen might be cover by Lumia insurance though.

I got the phone on the 9th (may). Send me a mail if u'r interested. I informed other people of my intention to sell yesterday so Its first come first serve monday morning

kkon:
how much did you buy the lumia 640xl I plan on getting one.

I got it for 54, wanted to try out a windows phone out of curiosity. Its a cool phone.

ycmdng:
I'll advise you should be patient with your phone repair as spares are not yet available in Nokia care (but anytime soon), any spare you're offered might be fake.

Thanks boss. There goes Microsoft lumia' chance to get a new convert, would sell it off and head back to Samsung Presbyterian Church next week

i have a broken screen, Microsoft lumia 640XL. its less than 3 weeks old

I heard screen replacement is free @Nokia care centre (is this true?), if its not how much will screen replace cost.

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02:29 ...if His grace is an ocean, we're all sinking

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AN INTENSE WORSHIP EXPERIENCE WITH COBHAMS ASUQUO- A TRUE PSALMIST OF OUR GENERATION Author - Felix Abrahams Obi


I woke up on Sunday, the 21st of June 2009- Fathers’ Day- with great expectation and knowing that in expecting too much from others or a situation, one is setting himself up for deep disappointments when they are not realized. I knew the risks but still left my home expectant. There was this deep longing to make it to this worship meeting from the first day my eyes caught a glimpse of the poster announcing the ‘’Intense Worship with Cobhams Asuquo’’ @ Transcorp Hilton Abuja to be hosted by the Throne Room Parish of RCCG.

Hundreds of us were crammed into Lagos Hall this Sunday morning and extra chairs were brought in to take up more spaces, and the foyer outside the hall took care of the overflow of human heads and hearts. Just before the service kicked off, I had reason to receive an important call outside the hall. Behold there was Cobhams exchanging banters with his band and team members. His acoustik guitarist friend and fellow musician, Gbolahan was kind enough to introduce me to Cobhams and we pumped each other’s hands in a warm handshake. ‘Thank you brother Felix’, he offered as I made my way back to the hall.

No sooner, he was ushered into the hall with his worship team and after humbly acknowledging the kind compliments and introduction by ‘Auntie Dayo’ of DOXA Digital (Abuja’s and one of Nigeria’s foremost Sound Engineering and Events Company) he set out for the business of worship. His band comprised of two female backup singers/vocalists, two acoustic guitarists, a bass guitarist, his violinist and drummer; and he sat behind the piano with the microphone adjusted to face his mouth. And two laptops for cueing in the songs in sequence completed his team!

He began with a charge; that he wouldn’t have us do anything mechanically in God’s presence like it’s often the case in some Christian gathering. He wanted us to be deliberate because he ‘’wanted heaven here’’ and at the end of the intense worship experience we had corporately, any sincere person would attest that we truly experienced the beautiful atmosphere of heaven in that crammed hall.

His 1st song and call to worship was ‘Holy Holy Holy, Lord God Almighty’, followed by ‘Make Our Hearts Your Dwelling Home’. The 3rd song titled ‘My Soul Thirsts for You” was written by him in 2005. He said it was a period when he thirsted desperately for God and a time when his spirit literally was patched like when one who has been marooned in a desert, hedged all around by sand dunes with no oasis in sight. Where there’s no water, the throat becomes famished and parched, and that was the feeling he had that period; He was in need of a touch from God!

At that time, a lot of things had gone awry in his life, and his car had this funny stench that made him upset. But as he prodded further, he realized that the sense of discontentment he was experiencing was because his soul was thirsty and longed for God desperately. So he wrote this song which should be the heart cry of every true worshipper. How else would you gauge the heart of the writer of a song whose lyrics are loaded with some heart-stirring words like?
“Like the grasses need the rain
Like the desert needs the rain
Like the suckling child needs the milk
Like a barren woman needs a child
Hear my prayer…
You’re my shelter, my helper
You hold my anchor
Let me hide in you forever
My soul thirsts for you...”

Hands were lifted. Souls were stirred. Hearts of many cried as his soulful voice resonated in worship to God with reckless abandon. As we transited to the 4th song, he told us how he loved the feeling of sound so much and that he used to put his head in between the two speakers of his deck while in secondary school to enjoy and feel the stereo/surround effect of the sounds from the speakers.

He had wanted to play his acoustic guitar as the 5th song was cued in, which was popularized by Anthony Evans and Women of Faith whose chorus celebrates Jesus as the Wonderful Rescuer of the souls of men. It was written at a time when he just couldn’t get by in life and had to learn to lay down his burdens at the foot of the cross. It’s about trading our ashes for God’s beauty. He likened God to the One who has a bucket of water at the sidelines of the football pitch of life whom we should run to when tired to have a cup of water to soothe our thirst.

But once we gulp the cup however, we just run off and forget that He still has a bucket-full of water waiting for us to come back now and again to refresh our souls. He urged us to recognize that we can’t achieve anything or labor to build a house without the help of God. And did he not tell us to not wrestle with God to save us from the dislocated hip experience and resultant limping gait that Jacob suffered for wrestling with God?

The 6th song was written by a friend of his titled ‘Jesus the Son of God, I believe in You” and he yet again regaled us with another true-life story. It was a period in his life when according him, he was ‘Poor, Broke and Homeless’’ and needed a breakthrough for he had no dime then and used to sleep on the bare floor of hundreds of studios across Lagos. Then he would day-dream about having a different kind of studio from the ones he worked and slept in which were very uncomfortable and mediocre. But he was poor and broke! He needed not just to sing or preach about faith but truly believe in God and live the life of faith.

He related how as a kid in the army barracks where he grew up, he was playing with a Muslim friend, Saidi , who had shouted “Jesus” when the latter fell off a tree. That incident made him reckon that we often grow up not realizing the power we have access to in the name of Jesus. It was the name of Jesus that the blind Bartimeaus called on that led to his receiving his sight and made him whole. As for him (Cobhams) he hinted that he was already whole and this was not saying it in a euphemical sense! He had achieved a lot by exercising faith in the name of Jesus.

While doing some recordings sometime ago in Paris (I guess Asa’s), he got a call from a friend in Lagos that the space for the dream studio he had always wanted to acquire was now available. Problem was that he had no dime to pay the landlord but somehow he believed God will sort him out. Upon his return to Nigeria, he learnt about a job to produce a commercial for a very big brand in Nigeria. Because the figure being offered was too big and beyond his financial experience, he felt he had already lost it even before executing it.

After receiving this fat cheque, he paid the landlord for his studio but “waited for him to say the cheque had bounced’’ which never happened. That was one experienced that took his faith to a notch higher and since then, he had exercised faith to do much more than he had ever done before. According to him, faith is like a habit that we develop. Like when a man slaps a woman once, it becomes easier to do it a second time till it becomes a bad habit.

Faith he said is developed same way as we exercise fear till it becomes as constant as a lunar cycle. He talked about his mom who had believed that her son, Cobhams though blind, was going to get the best of education even when she didn’t know how nor had the means. And in exercising her faith, she has become one of the happiest moms on earth today for her seemingly ‘blind son’ has become a blessing to millions all over the world!

This song was delivered with so much passion as Cobhams sang, “Jesus the son of God, I believe in you. In my darkest hour, you became my light. With your healing arms, you redeemed my sight. And Jesus the son of God, I believe in you…” He became ecstatic and swayed side to side when he came to his most favorite refrain when his voice bellowed; “I believe, yes Lord, I believe, you’re the son of God”. He called Jesus his Hebrew name, ‘Yeshua”; our Redeemer, Savior and Counselor!

The 7th song was about righteousness which he defines simply as doing right like obeying traffic laws, not being a litter box and being good and law abiding citizens. He affirmed that Nigerians are a blessed people. We’re all left in stitches when he joked that no English word can correctly translate the word blessing like the Yoruba word for blessing; ‘Ibukun’. To him you have to ‘ibu’ it till its ‘kun’… and the hall resonated with laughter as he tried to translate blessing from English to Yoruba.

He made us realise how seemingly ordinary things like a plate of beans and dodo or a cup of cold water can evoke extra-ordinary feelings of pleasure that he sometimes feels like crying. The song titled ‘The World of Ordinary People, living the way God wants it” eulogized the simple things of life that produce extraordinary things. Such ordinary things like a baby drooling on your lovely shirt. It’s about ordinary people like David, Job etc who did extraordinary things. Like an ordinary dream or decision (yes or no) we make today creating extraordinary things tomorrow. Just like every oak tree grows from a small mustard seed. He spoke about family life and that no ordinary father will come back home after 3am, after hanging out with guys.

The 8th song was accompanied by his violinist Ernest and he had written it when he lost a dear friend and had tried to console a mutual friend who seemed so inconsolable then. He had exhorted his friend to know that whatever happens, God is still good. But his friend retorted and cried, ‘But it is difficult…” to believe that God is good when things go bad. But this is a lesson Cobhams had come to learn over the years from his personal experience as one who’s been blind. He had tried to achieve a lot of things by sheer hard work and all, but he had come to a point where he said ‘I will worship God, regardless…” even when things don’t come through as expected.

He then took us through a medley of two popular songs of worship: ‘You’re all I Want’, and ‘This is the Air I breathe’ followed by ‘Glorious Deliverer” which had an acoustic feel and as he delivered this song, streaks of tears glistened his eyes and trekked out of the corners of his eyes. It was as though the tear sacs had become too engorged that they just had to burst and let go off the tears of worship from a heart that truly loves God passionately. His voice reverberated as he sang this song:
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Almighty God, Ancient of Days…
Strong and Mighty God
Bright morning star, beautiful beyond compare
Perfect in all your ways
You’re worthy of my praise
I worship you Lord in the beauty of your holiness
In the splendor of your majesty
In the frailty of your son, your salvation for us was done
You’re God; you’re bigger than what they say you are,
You’re God, far more beautiful than they say you are,

At this point we had reached a crescendo in this intense worship experience and Cobhams began to speak passionately about God like a TV evangelist. Having grown up as a Catholic, he had learned to recite prayers like ‘Our Father’, ‘Hail Mary’ etc and it was easy thinking about other things while reciting these prayers. So when he stepped into a charged atmosphere where spirit-filled believers worshipped he felt detached and cut-off. As a skeptic He even felt embarrassed when people spoke in tongues or ‘fell’ under the anointing.

He talked about having a deep experience with God which Jesus offers anyone that invites Him into their hearts. To him, one might not be able to know all there is about God, but that doesn’t make the experience of God something that is far-fetched. His voice quaked as he announced it to our hearing that ‘God is real” and that ‘Life outside of Jesus Christ is not worth living at all”.

He became apologetic when he turned his attention to those who may doubt the veracity of his claims about God. They might see him as stupid, mentally-deranged or plain serious. He was of the view that it’s ok to be ‘cool’ and be ‘hip’ and not care about God. But he re-echoed Jesus’ warning that anyone who denies the Son of God before men, will receive same treatment by Jesus on the last day at the Judgment seat of God.
Gradually a number of people started making their way to answer the altar call, while Cobhams sang about ‘ a fountain that washes away our sins’, and another song that evokes the picture of Jesus standing by and knocking at the door of our heart, seeking to be let in, and that we should not let Him walk away. One of the host pastors joined Cobhams to urge people who want to give their lives to Christ to come to the altar, and many more did…

I AM A CHRISTIAN
Author - Unknown

When I say that "I am a christian", I am not shouting that "I am clean living". I'm whispering "I was lost, but now i'm found and forgiven".

When I say "I am a Christian" i dont speak of this with pride. I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to my guide.

When I say "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong. I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success. I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean mess.

When i say "I am a Christian" I 'm not claiming to be perfect. My flaws are far too visible but God believes am worth it.

When I say "I am a Christian", I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When i say "I am a Christian", i am not holier than thou. I'm just a simple sinner who recieved God's good grace.

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adaobi123:

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...Just had to contribute to a trend that has brought me so much laughter lol

igivefuck4free:
Good points there, I guess this is the right time to make money exporting our brands and shun importation.



Exporters where are thou?

Bros please PM me there is one small matter you can help me with.

b0rn2fuck:
how una dey do una miracles, make me self share this shower of blessing... abeg make una pm the code ooo.

Bros i hail, NL no dey allow me send messages. please PM me we need to talk.

Macford:
Please when you apply to your stockbroker for withdrawal of funds, how long does it take before the money is paid into your account?

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MYA'S WISH

Dear God,
My name is Mya Hailey Garcia,
and I live here on Earth,
and as far as I've been told,
whatever I want,
I should ask you first.
I really don't know much about you,
only what I've heard grown up's say,
they say your something really magical,
and whenever I'm sad,
you'll make it go away.

"Well, if you can really hear me,
there's something I want to discuss,
but promise you won't tell my mommy,
just keep it, between the two of us,
I've been feeling a strange pain inside,
almost every single day,
it all started about a month ago,
when my Daddy went away.

They said that you took him far away,
to a very special place,
they said I shouldn't cry or worry,
cause someday,
I'll see my Daddy's handsome face,
I don't care what they say,
they don't know what's in my heart,
all I know is that my Daddy is gone,
and it's tearing me apart.

Okay, let me take a deep breathe,
and tell you what I want to say,
just be a little patient with me,
I'm just learning how to pray,
I want to make a deal with you,
and I hope that I 'm not misunderstood,

I want you to give my Daddy back to me,
and I promise, to always be good,
I know that sometimes I don't listen
and I can behave very bad,
but I promise to stop now,
if you let me see my Dad,
I miss him so very much,
I just don't know what to do,
I want to hug him,
kiss him,
play with him,
and wait for him after school,
what about when Christmas comes,
who will buy my toys?

What about when I get to high school,
who will keep me safe from bad boys?
If you can really hear me, can you help me?
cause I don't understand,
how can my Daddy be here with me one day,
and the next, his life is in your hands?
Who told you that you can have him?
Did you ever think of me?
Did you ever think of Mommy,
and how lonely, she would be?

I don't mean to yell at you,
or disrespect you, in any kind of way,
I'm just feeling very hurt and angry,
cause my Daddy's gone away!
What was that you said?
I think I hear you speak,

You say my Daddy is in a beautiful place,
where only good people meet,
You say that you'll watch over him,
as he watches over me.

You say you'll never leave him alone,
and by his side, you'll always be?
"Well", if that's the case,
I guess it will be alright,
that Daddy spends some time with you,
until we reunite.

Although it's still not clear to me,
the reason why he's gone,
I feel a little better now,
knowing that he is safe in your arms,
"ok", it's getting pretty late,
and I want to go to sleep,
but there's just one wish I want to make,
and I pray you grant it just for me,
I know that it's impossible,
you give me Daddy back, right now,
but could you make it summertime again,
when my Daddy was still around.

Amen.
Love Mya

brainhack:
THE PONY IN THE DUNG HEAP

An excerpt from “How Ronald Reagan Changed My Life” by Peter Robinson:

Chapter One
The Pony In the Dung Heap When Life Buries You, Dig.
Journal Entry, June 2002:

Over lunch today I asked Ed Meese about one of Reagan’s favorite jokes. “The pony joke?” Meese replied. “Sure I remember it. If I heard him tell it once, I heard him tell it a thousand times.”

The joke concerns twin boys of five or six. Worried that the boys had developed extreme personalities — one was a total pessimist, the other a total optimist — their parents took them to a psychiatrist.

First the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with brand-new toys. But instead of yelping with delight, the little boy burst into tears. “What’s the matter?” the psychiatrist asked, baffled. “Don’t you want to play with any of the toys?” “Yes,” the little boy bawled, “but if I did I’d only break them.”

Next the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his out look, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist emitted just the yelp of delight the psychiatrist had been hoping to hear from his brother, the pessimist.

Then he clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. “What do you think you’re doing?” the psychiatrist asked, just as baffled by the optimist as he had been by the pessimist. “With all this manure,” the little boy replied, beaming, “there must be a pony in here somewhere!”

There must be a pony in here somewhere!

“Reagan told the joke so often,” Meese said, chuckling, “that it got to be kind of a joke with the rest of us. Whenever something would go wrong, somebody on the staff would be sure to say, “There must be a pony in here somewhere."

A minute spent being unhappy is a minute you could have choosen to be happy

“In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die and the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.” - Eleanor Roosevelt

THE PONY IN THE DUNG HEAP

An excerpt from “How Ronald Reagan Changed My Life” by Peter Robinson:

Chapter One
The Pony In the Dung Heap When Life Buries You, Dig.
Journal Entry, June 2002:

Over lunch today I asked Ed Meese about one of Reagan’s favorite jokes. “The pony joke?” Meese replied. “Sure I remember it. If I heard him tell it once, I heard him tell it a thousand times.”

The joke concerns twin boys of five or six. Worried that the boys had developed extreme personalities — one was a total pessimist, the other a total optimist — their parents took them to a psychiatrist.

First the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with brand-new toys. But instead of yelping with delight, the little boy burst into tears. “What’s the matter?” the psychiatrist asked, baffled. “Don’t you want to play with any of the toys?” “Yes,” the little boy bawled, “but if I did I’d only break them.”

Next the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his out look, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist emitted just the yelp of delight the psychiatrist had been hoping to hear from his brother, the pessimist.

Then he clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. “What do you think you’re doing?” the psychiatrist asked, just as baffled by the optimist as he had been by the pessimist. “With all this manure,” the little boy replied, beaming, “there must be a pony in here somewhere!”

There must be a pony in here somewhere!

“Reagan told the joke so often,” Meese said, chuckling, “that it got to be kind of a joke with the rest of us. Whenever something would go wrong, somebody on the staff would be sure to say, “There must be a pony in here somewhere."

brainhack:
THE GARDENER AND GOD

There’s a story about a man who took a piece of land that was a rock pile and in two years, turned it into a fabulous garden. And people came from everywhere to see it.

One day, a man came by and saw the garden and thought it was fabulous, but he wanted to make sure the gardener did not take all the credit. He had this deep feeling inside that a lot of people leave God out.

So the man toured the garden to have the chance to meet the gardener. He eventually found the gardener, shook his hand and said, “Mr Gardener, the good Lord made this beautiful garden.”

The gardener immediately understood his message and his point. So he replied, “I think that’s true. If it’s not for the sunshine and the rain, and the miracle of the seeds and the soil and the seasons, there would be no garden at all.”

And he continued, “But you know, you should have seen this place a couple of years ago when God had it all by himself"

Play your part

THE GARDENER AND GOD

There’s a story about a man who took a piece of land that was a rock pile and in two years, turned it into a fabulous garden. And people came from everywhere to see it.

One day, a man came by and saw the garden and thought it was fabulous, but he wanted to make sure the gardener did not take all the credit. He had this deep feeling inside that a lot of people leave God out.

So the man toured the garden to have the chance to meet the gardener. He eventually found the gardener, shook his hand and said, “Mr Gardener, the good Lord made this beautiful garden.”

The gardener immediately understood his message and his point. So he replied, “I think that’s true. If it’s not for the sunshine and the rain, and the miracle of the seeds and the soil and the seasons, there would be no garden at all.”

And he continued, “But you know, you should have seen this place a couple of years ago when God had it all by himself"

FINISH IT-NEVER GIVE UP!
A True story

Derek Redmond was a world-class runner.

At the 1992 Barcelona Olympics, he was strongly favored to win.

When the gun signaled the beginning of the race, Derek exploded out of the blocks.

From the very moment he started sprinting, it seemed apparent he would win.

But he didn't.

In a painful and humiliating moment, Derek's hamstring snapped.

The pain was so intense, he collapsed on the track.

However, then and there Derek did the unexpected.

He got up.

He began to hop down the track.

As he hobbled along in sheer agony, a man pushed his way past the security guards and ran onto the track.

The man was Derek's father.

He put his arm around his son and told him he did not have to finish the race.

But Derek kept going, sobbing as he went.

He didn’t give up!

And so, Derek crossed the finish line…

The crowd of 65,000 people came to their feet and gave him a standing ovation.

It was the loudest ovation of the games.

In spite of the pain... in spite of the humiliation... in spite of the shattered Olympic dream.

Derek finished the race!

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natruetalk:
Oga PW whatz going on with Linkage.

monkey hunting

Bros, please check your mail and answer me oo. I have a question sir