Obaba Museum

It’s been two decades since grandpa Sam departed to the great beyond, however I still get this nostalgic feeling of our conversation, how Vershima seems to take over the discussion and all. But today feels real like it were a physical presence. I wake up to the cockcrow which seem to pick the darkest hour before dawn – well I usually prefer this particular hour of the day for my stroll round the estate because you get to enjoy the serenity and ambience, this has been the period when I get inspiration for most of my literature.

However I turn and shudder at the call of my middle name Toluwalase; no one ever calls me that except… Oh my God, yes except grandpa Sam, I turn to see what seems to be grandpa’s hologram. The next five minutes are emotional as his words and advice for living brings the feeling of a deathbed wish, for a while it feels so real then like scales dropping from my eyes I suddenly see through the smokescreen and facade. Alas, the strange meeting had been a carefully arranged Con.

Suddenly, I awake from my sleep, the time is 03:00hours a time where most humans dream strange dreams. The words ‘do not be conformed… but be transformed by the renewing of your mind’ pop up, did the Holy Spirit just minister to me through the book of Romans 12:2? But, LORD, how does this correlate with what just happened I ask with goose bumps already covering my skin. ‘Relax’ He says, ‘many have gone astray because their emotions deceived them.

Great people are not led by their emotions.