Inspirational
The measure of life is not its duration, but its donation
By Ovundah Nyeche.
Some people are giants by nature of their stature, while others are by the size of their hearts and deeds. Decades ago when the Scots-American Clergyman Peter Marshall penned that “The measure of life is not its duration, but its donation” he may have been talking about Dr. Alinnor Ezioma a Senior Registrar in the department of Paediatrics, University of Port Harcourt Teaching Hospital, Rivers State.
Perhaps her passion for taking care of sick children and for helping out adolescents who are usually at a crossroads during this phase of their lives when they are easily misunderstood by people around them drove her into the field of Paediatrics.
Hospital admissions are usually scary for children and there are growing evidence that environmental modification has a great impact in patient experience and health outcomes. While these are written in papers, many government paediatrics hospitals in this regards beg for attention.
And like is said in local parlance “government work, no be your papa work”, and usually it is hoped that the hospital, department or well-meaning individuals can do something about this.
Dr. Alinnor like everyone knew the Children Medical wards and the Special care baby unit which houses preterms and neonates needed refurbishment, and when no help was forthcoming she decided to take the bold step to make her work space look pleasant enough to encourage health staff in their already stressful job as well as the innocent children who had come in for treatment through no fault of theirs and deserved a warm and friendly environment in which to recuperate.
By the time she sat down to calculate how much it would cost to make her dream a reality, the enormity of the task almost weighed her down. Who would she call? She summoned courage to call on family and friends who were always willing to assist her indigent patients who could not pay their hospital bills. And surprisingly, they all willingly started sending in donations in cash and in kind and this spurred her on.
By the time her dreams came true, the wards were painted with warm, bright and attractive colours. Wall papers were put in place to decorate the area carved out as a sitting/play area for children with tables, chairs, television sets and teddy bears. Bed screens were also bought for the wards
Plumbing work was done with repairs and replacement of wash hand basins, taps, broken tiles and installation of a 100 Litre water heater. The mosquito nets on all the windows in the children wards were also replaced.
The Special care baby unit also smiled as curtains and bed linens were bought and put in place. New scrubs were made for the doctors and nurses.
In the words of Dr Alinnor “If we all can make our little spaces more habitable instead of waiting for the government, maybe this world will be a happier place.” Dr Alinnor is also the wife of a loving and caring husband, mother and a seasoned baker.
Take a bow Dr Alinnor, you are the #HearWord woman of the year. This is truly worthy of commendation and emulation, God bless you.
This is also to say a big thank you for everyone that made this happen.
Keep doing good. #Letsdomore
By Ovundah Nyeche.
The woman that sells bole, yam and fish (roasted plantain, yam and fish) around where I work has our about 4 employees working for her.
She has different grades of fish and “fish head”. The ones on the right cost more than the ones on the left, she also adds sliced African oil bean seed on request at a price, to her gravy sauce.
Her stand attracts a lot of customers and in my estimation which is modest, she goes home daily with profit of nothing less than #20,000 and if you multiply it by 28 days, you will discover that she is not playing at all.
Truly speaking, your white collar job, will likely bow in obeisance to her charcoal stained hands and smoky cloth.
Even if I am a Parishioner in her Diocese, I don’t let her good afternoon or good evening sir deceive me ? ? ?. She is the boss.
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In other news,
The irony of these pictures below of a lady selling food with a wheelbarrow which has gone viral is that I won’t be surprised if she is interviewed by a big media agency and she in this era of eye service, won’t also be surprised if she is given a grant to take her business to the next level
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Start something, start somewhere…
See a need and meet it…
Open your eyes, there are opportunities begging for attention everywhere…
From dirt, to traffic, to food, to juice… Open your eyes
Stop starving in the midst of your ideas… “Make shame no kill you on top hunger”.
What do you have in your hands? You may call it an ordinary rod, but that may be what will part your Red sea.
#selah
#hearword
By Ovundah Nyeche.
… And let us run, with patience the race that is set before us…
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In a world with so much pressure…
Pressure to be…
Pressure to become…
Pressure to being…
Pressure to arrive…
Pressure to remain…
Pressure to live the life, being portrayed to be the life…
Pressure to show your toys…
Pressure to be among…
Pressure to show you are among the crème de la crème or to hang around those who are…
It is important to “Selah”…
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It is important to ask yourself questions…
Why am I doing, what I am doing?
Why am I living my life based on the likes, shares, tweets and retweets?
Why am I basing my happiness on things?
Why am I living my life like a competition?
Why do I feel sad, when my friends have coins, but I have an empty pocket?
Why do I feel happier, when I am relatively doing better than people around me?
Why do I live in debt, just to prove an unnecessary point?
Why does my heart skip a beat, when I see people, I feel I am better than, having that perfect life on social media, when I can’t even figure out where I am?
Why do I sense a feeling of defeat, when I see them snap those gorgeous pictures in their car, while I just got splashed with water, as I tried to navigate my way hopping from taxi to taxi?
Why does chill run down my spine, when I see those beautiful pictures of my friends literally having a white Christmas… When I am white from the harmattan torture, and I am tortured just thinking about my expenses?
Why do I feel sad, when I have lived all my life an unmarried virgin, and the lady that did all kinds of runs and several abortions, is a married woman with several children?
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... And let us run with patience, the race that is set before us…
There is a race set before us…are you still running, or you have allowed life to beat you to submission, as you lay on the track and refuse to get up.
The race was set by our maker, God…
Don’t allow life, friends, family or circumstances to set your race for you… Trust me it will be terrible…
Don’t also set races for yourself…
Unlike what many think, life is not a competition, where you compete on who finishes first… And where you pride yourself with the often used phrase “I got it before my friends… I am the man or the woman”…
Ensure the race you are in, is that which was set by the Lord…
Also, life is not a sprint… Or “sharp sharp” …it is not a dash.
The race is a race of patience…
A little here, a little there…
Keep running…
Stay on track…
Stay on your lane…
Make sure you are running in the race set for you and not on another’s race or track…
Don’t live your life… Doing needless competitions…
The Joy of the Lord is your strength…
Be all God created you to be…
And gauge your progress, not by others, but by the race set before you…by what God would want you to do.
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Jesus loves you… Give your life to Him today…
#hearword #OvdSpeaks #hearwordseries
By Ovundah Nyeche.
Trends, trendy, trending…
Just go on Twitter or even Facebook, an “influenza” types #BumBum and boom it trends and almost everyone, even those who would not normally shout or tweet about this will just follow…
An “influenza” says “oya” everyone sample this or that and those who would naturally frown at this join in the craze…Many people are moved primarily by what others do…
Many people live to trend, trends.
Little wonder when someone “blows” or “hammers” doing something, it is not strange seeing a lot of people doing likewise.
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Be careful about the kind of groups you join on WhatsApp, Facebook or other social media networking sites…
Be careful about the kind of people you follow online.
Be careful about the kind of sects or philosophies you imbibe online.
Be careful about following people who always shout doom, gloom and disaster and emphasize about the hopelessness of life.
Be careful about drinking from well of those who always shout that life has no meaning and living serves no purpose.
Be careful about following people who pride and relish posting about disaster, violence and vices.
This may look like just talk.
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But not too long ago, there was the fire challenge. Everyone who is sane knows fire burns, everyone who is sane knows fire can wreck havoc and yes it can even cause fatal injuries, but no…
The intent of this challenge I will never understand, but some people followed the trend regardless of the consequences and that was it…
Also there have been outrage over a number of other games and challenges, which took lives, after encouraging people to take their lives..
The power of Imitation…
Mind who you follow and listen to…
Your life is so precious…
So so precious…
That Jesus had to become flesh…
That Jesus had to pay the full price…
Just for you…
Jesus Loves you, you are not alone.
#selah #hearword #OvdSpeaks
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