LIFE AND NUMBERS (Article written for ACE FOUNDATION)

                                                  

What is the true significance of 3.Is it superstitious, biblical, astrological or simply secular the attachments or beliefs held by people on the usage and combination of numbers say 3, 6, 9…..333, 666, 999…?

The answer is with you, so you tell me. What of combinations like 1312, 1582, 1972, and 1989? What meanings do they hold for you? Sorry if you are number- phobic, but we want you to examine the facts and the truth presented by numbers because all facts are true but not all truth are facts. Peter was a professional fisher man and had worked all night but could not make a single catch. That was a fact. But Jesus met him in the morning and told him that if he would cast his net, he would have a bountiful harvest or catch. Who was this man, untutored in the art of fishing? But then, Peter obeyed, and behold, his net was tearing apart due to the weight of the fish his net caught. You see? That was the truth, above the fact that Peter knew, berried in the supreme power of the author and potter unrivalled of the universe.

He is the Master, so you bandy around your facts, he tosses you the truth almost casually and if you don’t have eyes you will not see. Peter had the fact, but then, Jesus had and has the truth.

September 4, 1972, we obtained a certain fact, which drove and led us up to 1989 and then continued again till September 4, 2014. If you are good at math, you have 17 years and 25 years in between and if you removed 1989 from the equation we have a total duration of 42 years. What do these numbers mean in your life?

Anyway, that’s what we gathered to celebrate on Sunday, the 14^th of September, 2014 at House 45, Coal City Garden Estate, Enugu, Nigeria. We gathered to recount the facts of his birth date and to celebrate the truth about his mission on earth; which entails the raising of millions of men and women who will shine bright like diamonds and glow worms in the heart of darkness to show the world light. It was really the least men and women of ACE FOUNDATION could do – to gather and thank God for the coming to the earth of this one son who is striving to help men and women shun pretty cheap pettiness and very low yielding average life.

And like his supportive wife duly recounted, if ACE FOUNDATION has grown to the present status within a very short period of time, having started out in an extremely poor abode only fit for low-lifers at Zik Avenue; it is indeed true we are getting to the Everest which God has shown our founder and mentor in the vision.

Men will be amazed and earthly creatures will remain even more stupefied where God is taking ACE FOUNDATION through the many subsidiaries like ACE GRADUATE SCHOOL, ACE CHARITY and ACE MEDIA.

Pastor Chiefo Ejiofobiri is the man. Please help us celebrate the truth about his birth date and call date (God’s call to work), while you reflect on the significance of the numbers of your life.

Cheerio                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Ekemba Dawkin L                                                                                                                         Editor ACE Weekly Newsletter

LITTLE DAYS AND LITTLE SINS (SAMPLE ARTICLE for ACE FOUNDATION)

Rising per morning and retiring per evening from the obscure neighbourhoods in the hostile streets of Johannesburg, deserted villages of Maiduguri, the troubled clouds of Ukraine, the bleeding skies of Iraq and the sweating, barren soils in the creeks of Ogoni land, you curse and accuse your leaders and presidents with clenched teeth and blank eyes.

You sit and wonder why and how they can’t just get just get these anomalies to stop and then make the world a honey land of no stinging bees. You are just one insignificant, unnoticed creature in a location that the maps did not capture and you can’t help anything. Just a solitary, wishful thinker gleaning a beautiful, peaceful, lawful, and fruitful human habitat in his crying mind. Bland utopian vision from a little man with a little life of no eventual consequence.

You are nowhere in the map, so you drink your sachet water and toss the sachet on the street. You write exams and you cheat. You enter the mall and you pilfer. You are late at meetings and you don’t respect the standing rules. These things don’t matter because the real havoc wreckers are in Pretoria, Abuja and Baghdad. Real little sins of no consequences in your little days?

You lie, because there are seasons and cycles, at least judging from the sprouting of seedlings in the spring and drying up of tendrils at autumn. You think your little foxes will suddenly flee when the spring arrives and your little days are over and you grab a mantle? Nay! They would have grown fat like you too, and when you do one small pilfering, the economy of a nation tumbles and recession sets in and people go hungry because at thrones there are only big sins and big consequences.

ACE GRADUATE SCHOOL is established to deal with your little sins while there is still time through the Leadership, Apprenticeship, Entrepreneurship and Citizenship course she offers. Time will only wait for men who join her train.

Ekemba Dawkin L

Horror In The Mirror (Poem)

The weak and the poor must be given a face

‘Cause even the strong and wealthy live by grace

And all tyrants must stand before a mirror

So they can get a glimpse of the horror

They daily serve the minnows

And seek repentance through all possible windows.

                            By Seif(Dawkin Ekemba)

THE COAL CITY SONGSTRESS (Poem)

Today marks the birthing of our womb                                                                                       The womb of our rod and throne                                                                                                 The throne of our emergence as victors                                                                                           And the victory we freely wield                                                                                                     As the authority and dominion holders of the earth                                                                           As granted us by Calvary blood

Today, crest raised towards heaven and graciously perched                                                             With tightly gripping talons and webbed feet                                                                                   At the peak of the city hills                                                                                                             As though in the spike of the church of Rome                                                                                   Is our queen of songs, Mummy Chinwe Ejiofobiri                                                                           Teasing the strings of her urbane violin                                                                                         And nudging our king on to gallantry                                                                                             In rightful purpose and duty and crown                                                                                           With songs of the pure soul, Mother Theresa                                                                                   Lyrics of the brave heart, Malala                                                                                                   And mutterings of solitary nuns and monks                                                                                     As we honour and celebrate her.                                                                                                                         

Thank you for choosing to come today                                                                                           Our dearest songstress                                                                                                                 Of pretty, virtuous and diligent fingers                                                                                           Even as we giggle and chatter and clatter and gorge your melody                                                     Thank you for being the executor of our home                                                                                 The home of our lion hearted and elephant tusked  king, your husband                                               Thank you for letting him enter his rest                                                                                           Thank you for the escapades and victories                                                                                     Wrought by your sonorous songs                                                                                                   Among the champions and children of ACE.                                                                                 Thank you for the long, wide wings and feathers of your shelter for us.                                                              

If God’s blessings and beauty, grace and good health,                                                                     Peace and prosperity, joy and generosity,                                                                                       Favour and influence, anointing and dominion,                                                                               Love and strength are enough                                                                                                         Then that’s our humble prayer for you                                                                                           This day of your coming.

Happy birthday, mother.   

                                                                                                  Ekemba Dawkin (self)                             

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There is nothing you are going to do that has not been done,except you want to make history and etch  your name in diamond,and that's the noble path; because though names have been etched before, they have never been done exactly your way.
                                                                                                                    --- Self