The only thing I want to do in this life of sin is good. I have since come to the realisation that I have no capacity for evil. All the times I tried, something bigger than I am held me back. I can’t even explain this.

This has however made me more protective - of myself and those in my corner. Why? I see that I only attract those who see this in me too. And are like me.

I also see some folks trying to come into my life to take advantage of this. It never ends well for them.

I can’t explain this too.

There has never been a good ending for anyone who has gone out of their way to frustrate me. Or fight me unjustly. This invisible hand always comes out swiftly in my favour.

This invisible hand is guiding me. Protecting me. Whispering to me sometimes.

I remember coming from d club with a friends of mine. @JohnNetworQ had come back 4rm France to do a test with Exxon Mobile. He was seated at the back of the car with @iyareplaymode and @nosa_iyare

I was riding shotgun with another friend who was driving. We had clubbed all night and were all sleepy. None of us should have been driving.

I slept off.

I don’t know how long I had slept but I felt a hand shrug me awake forcefully.

What happened next happened in slow motion

I thought it was John or Efe who were seated behind me in the car waking me up. I woke up with this mild annoyance and looked at the back seat sleepily. They were fast asleep too.

Then I turned and looked at our friend who was driving. He had slept off too and was driving straight into a concrete road divider at almost 120km per hour. If he didn’t wake up - he would hit the divider in 20 seconds.

I tapped him up awake as gently as I could because I didn’t want him in shock when he woke up. I held the steering wheels with my left hand too for insurance. We were not dying that day.
Thankfully he woke up and took control of the steering.

Today I thank that hand that shrug me awake.

I remember how my friend who was driving hitting the bed and snoring straight when we got to our house. Man didn’t wake up until @iyareplaymode mum who was visiting us that day woke us up to eat a heavy bowl of yam and fried eggs.

I also remember how she insisted we pray that Friday morning before we all headed out and we did.

Today I thank God for that hand. That guides me. That provides for me. That fights for me and avenges my enemies.

This is why I believe in the everlasting arm. The hugs and the comfort over the years have been consistent in my worst moments. When all my hope was gone. Somehow he always comes through. Even in the darkest and most hopeless times. He comes through.

This thread has lived rent free in my head all since July 20th - my birthday. Couldn’t drop it on here - well - because I was burying my dad on the 25th of July.

I hope it has blessed you. Or given you hope. That is the essence. Nothing more.