Skip to main content

JOURNEY OF FREE LUNCH



There is this popular elitist phrase which which refers to something surprising or totally unexpected. " A bolt out of the blue"
A wood or metal, rod for fastening objects together that usually has head at one end and a screw thread at the other secured by a nut. Thus a bolt. No Matter the endurance and durability, no bolt can forever withstand wear, tear,friction, rust and corrosion. It may last for years but only takes a day.
Per internet sources,:
It all started at age 12 over a free lunch. Ricardo,the fastest amongst them was bickering with his friend over who the quickest sprinter was. Rev. Nugent persuaded them to contest. The winner would enjoy free lunch of choice. At the end, Ricardo was beaten to it. "If you can beat Ricardo, you can beat anyone on the track", Rev Nugent told Bolt. A new star was then born.
Born on 21st August 1986, he made history in August 20,2016 as the Olympics legend for breaking records and winning 9 gold medals as reigning champion at 2008, 2012, and 2016 games. The fastest man on earth.
Usain St Leo Bolt, the first person to hold both 100 and 200 meters world record since automatic time became fully mandatory has been beaten by Gatlin who has tasted similar defeat from Bolt several times. On such familiar record making month for Usain. Though he still has the record, odds have favoured Gatlin this time.
This write up is not for the joy of Gatlin nor the loss of Bolt but an affirmation that no condition on earth here is permanent. Bolt was born and had the trucks upon his shoulders. He had names like the cheetah of men, man bullet, jaguar etc. Yet his rule was for about 8 years.
But onto us a son is born, and to us is a son given. One that has the whole world upon his his shoulders. He is called wonderful counsellor, mighty, Prince of peace, King of kings, son of God. He alone rules forever. History shall be made, records broken but the word of God and His kingdom is forever more. Allow him as your coach and you will break records and set unbreakable ones. If you are reading this message, it's because you have overcome all odds and God is about transforming your situation.

Comments

Post a Comment

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

Popular posts from this blog

RFFS PRAYER

Anytime I'm called for duty... Wherever deployment takes me, Pervert from my path, any mutiny... But give me the strength to be; The rescuer, the protector and the fire fighter. Whenever I'm gone for stand by... Lord, grant me a listening watch.  All incursions, hazards and risks, May I with my crew identify... Where unavoidable, enable us to mitigate.. Be it in the terminal, tarmac or boarding gate.. Should there ever be an emergency, Wherever fire may rage.. Should there be any shout, No matter the skin or age.. Help me put the fire out, And my neighbor, help me save. And if by your will... Any blood may spill... Leading to any fatality, Protect my wife and kids, And preserve the rest of my crew.
Post a Comment
Read more

FALLEN ANGELS

Most often than not,  Heroes do fade with their names unsung. But the shadows of their past, And the candles we light all night, Can at least serve as lyrics, To compose for their departed souls, A new song for us to be consoled. Patriots they’re now called, As dirty politics has now stalled. For once at most, We all agree to a toast, In solemnity and not at the bar, That this life is by far, An expedition with a divine illusion. Yes indeed they were; Heroes as we now call them. Not because it sounds like an anthem, But for the national emblem, They did responsibly revere. Was it the natural order? Is it because someone failed to bother? Was it their time? Are the questions we continue to mime. But will the answer save us a dime, As a nation in her own prime? Let the eight angels fly high, As families make a thirst quenching sigh, And create for them a legacy in perpetuity. For if we seek another opportunity, And let these men go forgotten, There shall be no more fallen angles from...
Post a Comment
Read more

THE BLISS of STRIFE

This is the lottery of life, That a lot of men,  Tend not to see as an Omen, Full of bliss but only strife. We either get to long live, Or soon forced to leave. Be lucky to be born, Or remain a spirit borne. But no matter how you came to exist, There’s only one way to exit. Through the tunnel of death, Whether neat or with dirt. So just in case you are here, And you have some fruit to bear, Let us get to taste you in due time. Whether sweet or as sour as lime. Breathe in more air, But in your heart, do not err. Enjoy life as a sweet aroma to smell, But for your sake, let no one else yell. Anytime you are angry, Just assume you’re hungry. Seek the bread of life if you can. Because vain life is just an empty can.
3 comments
Read more