Nigeria continues to feel the heat. Not the kinda heat you’d feel in… oh, I dunno… an over-crowded bath-house.
Nudge. Wink.
I’m talking serious heat. International community heat. The heat that sounds like this; accept homosexuality, or face the consequences of dwindling green-backs.
God bless this tiny, insignificant, backwater country. Oh, did I say “insignificant” and “backwater”? For shame, for it would behoove Canadians to act accordingly under such intense pressure from cultural forces.
C’mon, sing with me!… “God bless, Nigeria!… land that I love!!…”
Just when you think Nigeria doesn’t really amount to a hill ‘o’ beans, we’re smashed over the head with the fact that the fruits of faith can have a profound effect on the people around us.
Allow me to introduce to you, the next “Tim Tebow of the NFL”. His name is Prince Amukamara.
Yup, he’s actually a prince. Son of a Nigerian chief, dontcha know. He don’t do soda. Ix-nay on the ast-food fray. He’s also never had a drink. He’s engaged to be married, but has never had sex. And most important of all – and we REALLY mean that here! – Prince Amukamara is Catholic.
Says Prince – “Everyone wants to be a playmaker and see themselves on the big screen. But learning how to give a “maxout” performance for God has helped me give 100 percent on every play of the game no matter what the score is or how tired I might be.”
What a lesson, considering the uphill climb we people of faith MUST endure. Sometimes, it’s borderline insanity opening up the pages to a full frontal assault on faith.
But little sister Nigeria’s doing it. NFL’er Prince is doing it.
Damo. Shut-up, and get going… And put down the damn Doritos, while yer at it!