Buki's Musings.

I hadn't recalled this particular embarrassing experience in years, until 2 days ago. Sometime during my undergrad years (2007 or 2008, not sure now), I belonged to a Christian music group. On what was to be our very first musical concert, the group leader entrusted me with the task of opening the programme with a rendition of Cece Winans' 'Alabaster Box'.

Seated at my desk in the office, with my fingers diligently striking the keys on my computer, I had a goal in mind, a target to meet. I needed to mark the last item on my to-do list as ‘Done’, in order to be able to confidently say I made the best use of my working hours.

Many have denounced their faith, many have reshuffled and 'slim-fitted' some of the core values of Christianity to fit their preferences. Many are operating on the 'my faith, my way' pedestal.

"I am just a nobody, telling everybody that there is SOMEBODY who can save everybody"- Melvin Graham This is going to be short, and straight to the point.

Since there is a ‘Coming to America’, I figured it’s ok to share my ‘coming to Lagos’ story too. It’s a peculiar one actually, but not so much of a big deal still.

This is the concluding part of a previous story. If you missed the first, before you read on, please click A Medley Of Thoughts(1) to get familiar. Tenkz.

I’m not sure I can really trace the starting point of the series of thoughts that began to play in my head as I sat in the bus on my way to work this morning,