MY OGA

My name is Adebisi. I am the Personal Assistant to one of the most powerful men in my country. He is the MD/CEO of one of the leading financial institutions. If I mention his name, it will be met with nods of approval.

What most people don’t know is that my boss was born in a village in Southwest Nigeria.His father was a farmer, so my boss and his brothers regularly helped out on the farm.

The details of how my Oga got his big break will be chronicled in his autobiography titled “Echoes of Grace” which will be released by the end of the first quarter of 2020.

Something happened last month that shocked me. One of the companies where my Oga was a board member performed well during their financial year. As a result, the board members were rewarded. Oga mentioned the amount he received to me and for a moment, I lost my voice. A tithe of the bonus would conveniently pay my yearly salary. However I noticed that rather than being happy, my Oga was sad.

Oga: Adebisi, tell Lukman that we are going to the church. Okay?

Adebisi: Yes sir.

I informed Lukman the driver of Oga’s instruction.

Pastor Surulere was in the church when we got in. Usually I am not privy to information about their discussions but this was different. Oga motioned to me to follow them.

Oga: Pastor, I am not happy.

Pastor: I noticed that as you walked in. What happened?

O: I just moved into my new house in the Estate.

P: Oh, that’s great. Congratulations my brother.

O: Pastor, it is not great. I am comfortable in luxury but look at the church where I worship in tatters. Pastor, I want to renovate this church. The church doesn’t need to do anything. I’ll get the people to estimate the cost, appoint a contractor and execute the project. All I need is your approval.

P: My brother, whatever is on your heart, go and do it. GOD is with you.

As we left the church compound and approached the car park, I heard the Pastor shouting my Oga’s name. I was wondering what could have happened.

Pastor: Brother *****, the Lord told me to tell you that you are not the one that He wants to renovate this church building.

As he spoke, I watched my Oga’s face expecting an angry reaction. There was none.

Pastor continued, “The Lord said I should tell you. “I took you from the village, from tending the flock, and appointed you Chairman over many companies. I have been with you wherever you have gone, and I have cut off all your enemies from before you. Now I will make your name great, like the names of the greatest men on earth.”

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Without saying a word, my Oga walked into the church auditorium and sat on the floor in front of the altar. Suddenly, he started shouting “Jesus! Jesus!! Jesus!!!”

The Pastor, myself, Lukman and Bode, the church’s gateman were worried that something was wrong.

My Oga started rolling on the floor before the altar with his new suit (which I should mention can pay 3 months of my salary). He wept for about 15 minutes before he began to speak.

Oga: “Who am I, Lord Jesus, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far?

Ìwọ OLUWA Ọlọrun! Kí ni mo jẹ́, kí ni ilé mi jámọ́ tí o fi gbé mi dé ipò yìí?

Ònye ka m’bu, Onye-nwe-ayi Jehova, gini kwa ka ulom bu, na I mewo ka m’biarue na mb͕e a?

My Oga shook his head and continued.

Sibẹsibẹ, kò jẹ́ nǹkankan lójú rẹ, OLUWA Ọlọrun, o ti ṣèlérí fún èmi iranṣẹ rẹ nípa arọmọdọmọ mi, nípa ọjọ́ iwájú, o sì ti fihàn.

Ma nka bu nání ihe ntà n’anya-Gi, Onye-nwe-ayi Jehova; I we kwu kwa okwu bayere ulo-orú-Gi rue mb͕e di anya; nka bu kwa iwu bayere madu, Onye-nwe-ayi Jehova!

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And as if this were not enough in your sight, Sovereign Lord, you have also spoken about the future of the house of your servant—and this decree, Sovereign Lord, is for a mere human!”

As Oga rolled on the floor and worshipped God with his words and tears in his eyes, I began to cry.

Then Oga began to sing,

Ibi te mu mi de (Where you have brought me to),

Mi o mo pe mo le de be o ( I could not have imagined I would get there),

Mo yin o logo o (I praise you)

He continued,

You have done so much for me!

I cannot tell it all…

Narekele mo (Accept my thanksgiving)

If I had ten thousand tongues

It still won’t be enough

Narekele mo (Accept my thanksgiving)

Chukwu na gwom’oria le (God that heals my sickness)

When You heal, You heal completely

Narekele mo (Accept my thanksgiving)

Chukwu mar’obimo (God that knows my heart)

Isi ikendu le (Living water)

Narekele mo (Accept my thanksgiving)

#Fiction

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Ire: A while back, Jerry Akinsola preached on the subject of a lifestyle of thanksgiving using the life of David. The central passage was 2 Samuel 7, which was the basis for the story of Adebisi and his boss.

In the message, one of the things to do to develop a lifestyle of gratitude is to Remember. Remember who you were. Remember where God picked you from. Never forget the benefits of God in your life. Remember when you were at your wit’s end and God stepped in and made a way. Remember when you had lost hope and he provided for your needs. Remember!

Can you cast your mind back a bit tonight? As you remember, can you let this flow into heartfelt praise to God?

Author: Iremide Akinsola

I am a Christian. I enjoy reading, writing, listening to music and watching football.

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