S a M e X

DIVINATION WITHOUT DEFINITION

by Samuel Okon Judah

Sometime in 2016, I was doubling as a record label executive and a marketing campaign manager for an internet and technology-based company, and I was in my mid-20s, young, ambitious, and hungry for success, growth, and advancement in life and my career. Amidst all of this, I never took away the letter G O D from all of my pursuits.

I was the youngest in the top-tier category of the team. Everyone else was either way older, a family wo/man, or one who had advanced in both age and educational qualifications. As such, I was always opting to run all the errands for the team and individuals alike, and of course, the tips I would get and the leftover change that would never be needed was enough motivation to keep me active in that lane. Those tips helped me stay afloat and also saved me from using my salary and other payments to service the needs of my relationship, which was long distance at the time given the fact that my partner whom I was so committed to was far away in the U. S. I was eagerly looking forward to settling down and building a future. As such, the part I had to play in servicing the relationship and keeping it alive was un-negotiable. So, the amount of money spent on airtime and internet data alone to keep our round-the-clock conversations going would've been bad on my income if I were too proud to run errands for extra funds.

On one of those days running errands, we were on some sort of business vacation on the mainland of Lagos, a kind of vacation that was meant to help and inspire us toward the next big project we were handling, and I was saddled with the responsibility of designing the entire marketing campaign, its production and as well ensuring it reaches all nooks and crannies of the nation, as well as being the one to create sub-teams in Abuja, for the north central, Enugu for the East, and Akwa Ibom State for the South.

The errand was to buy a choice dinner for everyone at The Place Restaurant and then stop by Domino's Pizza to grab their largest-sized pizza for us to snack on later at midnight when we would be up and about our work. But then, the foodie in me had me secure an extra meal for the said midnight hours too as it was obvious feeding well is all I need to stay inspired and active on my job, and if I must deliver well in my designated job, I must not be stingy with myself when it comes to feeding not just my stomach, but my brain too. I'm sure someone now understands why there'd been a serious attack on my finances and my career opportunities which amongst other things targeted to ensuring I was barely affording to feed well enough to be productive in the last few years.

During the few minutes I stopped by one of my favorite fresh food spot in Ikeja to grab my midnight brain-boosting meal, I felt a firm and rough hand which immediately sent a signal to my brain and my brain returned a result that suggested it was likely a hand of an elderly fellow, which it was. It was dark, and there was this drinking spot beside the young man's hut, which had a good number of people gulping in several tots of drinks and puffing into the air smoke from their c!garettes

The man who admitted he was around his 80s at the time had a tot of drink in his hands, and I remember when he started by giving me forehand information to not despise him or take his words for that of a drunk, and that 'his father in heaven' had given him a message for me the moment he sighted me at the food hub, and he will not have a good time sleeping well knowing he refuses to share with me that which he had received. Really? What could this message be? I wondered, given the fact that I dislike everything that appears as prophesies in it entirety due to the level of falsehood and deceit that's been rampant lately, a situation that has seen the emergence of numerous false prophets who have been instrumental in destroying destinies. I didn't want to be one. But how can he be a prophet with a local concussion drink and c!garettes in his hand?

I was on an active phone call all along, so I had to disengage and give the man my unwavering attention. He said a lot of things, and YES, all he said was true. He went ahead to tell me about the future and all that was coming, again, they all came to pass. He left me with instructions on what was demanded of me to scale the phases I was approaching. Factually, neglecting one of his admonishes over the past years, to date has continuously left me drained in a cycle I am now finding hard to escape. I offered to pay for what he was having but he denied me the privilege to do that, and in his words, he said he did not want it to seem as though he said all of that to entice me to buy him a drink. I insisted and won the bid. That was the first and the last time my eyes saw the man and my ears heard his words. To this date, his words live fresh, as I am still living in the reality of all he had warned me against.

Was he the kind of prophet who is rather with alc0hol than with a bible? Maybe, but if you think he was one of those who use some voodoo powers and divination, then I'll be in your fave to say NO, he wasn't. But does that mean we do not have a lot of false kinds everywhere? Of course, we do, and as you're reading this, a life is being ruined and destroyed somewhere as a result of the acts of false proclamation.

These days, it has gotten as worse as many compete to possess the same powers as God, to see the end from the beginning. They use sorcery and divination to see into the future. They can choose to see into the day, week, and month, and others use the same medium to manipulate the realities of others. The worst of them are the ones who have used their false powers to silence the actual truth prophets. These kinds of desire to be like God. They are masters of deceptions and falsehood. They have destroyed lives, careers, and families, name it, using false utterances.

Please don't get me wrong, there are ones who are genuine, but there are a few of them, and if you have the spirit of discernment, you will be able to decipher them. It only saddens me that a few crooked ones in the body of Christ and churches had almost had me losing trust for the few other genuine ones in the same body of Christ and the church.

In the end, I have met people from both ends, and I am not ignorant about the devices, too. I am only worried that we are faced with a situation I'll term 'DIVINATION WITHOUT DEFINITION'. And when and where this is your reality, remember I once met one, whom I almost mistook to be false, but ended up being true. Hence, JUDGE NOT, so you do not mistake that which is false to be true because they look as such.
..to be continued!

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I WISH I READ YESTERDAY
.. I wish I'd read the book 'WHO MOVED MY CHEESE' by Spencer Johnson M.D. long before now, maybe yesterday, as it is obvious even as of yesterday, I had the chance to move with my cheese. But how would I have realized so much that's been as a wrecking ball had hit me whilst I only gave myself a reason to believe I was certainly doing what was not just right but needful?

If you've read the book above already, then I would love to know where you found yourself among the four characters 'Sniff, Scurry, Haw and Hem'. And if you ask me, I will say that as much as we all often want to live in denial of our realities, a lot of us will likely be as Hem and a few others as Haw. Finding the likes of Sniff and Scurry amongst the human race isn't as easy as we imagine.

I would've loved to say I saw myself in Haw, probably because I can sometimes push myself into actions and as well sought to try new things and opportunities. But then, when the space at which I realized my cheese is moved, and the point where I snap out of my vague belief that my cheese will be returned someday is reconsidered, I can unashamedly say I saw myself in Hem, who got stuck in what was too familiar and never wished to try new cheese, and as such never even realized they were other varieties of cheese out there if only he could GET UP AND MOVE.

However, the part of my reality that's not documented in this book is the moment where you realize you need to step out of Hem's character to embrace the Haw's personality but at this point, you are already exhausted and worn out, left with nothing to spur the move or motivate the action that's intended. That point where a lot about your taking action now depends on the very people you are trying as much as you can to not place as the subject of excuses as to why you're never making a move.

Conclusively, if you think your cheese should never be moved, then you'll never experience change enough to grow.