WHY I MADE AN SOS CALL. IT WAS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH!

What's uppppppppp!
This is my mood this month so you all better hop in the train!

Good morning Tribe!
This could be your Monday morning motivation but I also haven't made an official post to usher you into the new month as I have been away from here for too long. Please forgive me๐Ÿ˜

So, here goes your Monday morning motivation and Happy new month post.
Killing one bird with two stones. Or is it the the other way round now?

July was our month of focus for strategies and I have been busy trying to tick some boxes off my list, and boy! It's been an interesting ride doing this. 

So, I revisited my VISION BOARD and decided it was time to stop staring at that big project on the wall and finally bring it to fusion. 
*this is the part where I put my two hands on my head and be like “who send me message?” lol*

So yeah, work started and it felt easier than I imagined.
Plan - Checked ✔️
Consultations - Checked ✔️
Strategy - Checked ✔️
Funding - Checked ✔️ Wait what? I thought we had everything under control until one wrong move and we went from AMAZING to OMOx1000000000 real quick๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚. That's probably one of the hardest moments of my life but I'm glad I can laugh about it now. Wait for the best part guys!

Let me tell you a story actually.

So I took my own advice and asked for help.
No guys, this wasn't a joke.

It was a serious post but I guess our societal status has made it difficult for people to identify when someone truly needs help. Owning a big mansion or properties sometimes doesn't equal total financial liberty.
I am blocking my friends soon

I seriously meant it when I put that SOS out. As a matter of fact, it was a matter of life and death because shortly after I put out that post I got a call from Sister X. Sister X, a single mother of five is one of the beneficiaries of SemeGold Foundation (hold on, you will know about it all in due course๐Ÿ˜) and we've been her support since 2020 Covid lockdown.

I got a call and I did not mince words, when I ignored her cry on phone and told her not to call me again until further notice and disabled her contact๐Ÿ˜(me that just went to disgrace my entire village people online that I needed money)

I decided to rest my pretty head and maybe have a sweet dream of my OBA gang (inside joke) stoning me with wades of cash๐Ÿ˜ but my fantasy was interrupted by a phone call from security. 

Ahhhhh! Why in God's name could they be calling me?
Security: “Hello Ma, please we need your attention urgently at the gate”

Me: *rolls my eyes, Maybe my OBA gang brought me a bullion van๐Ÿ’ƒ*
“You can talk to me on the phone”

Security: “No, please, this is an sos call. It is a matter of life and death”

Me: *Drops all my grammar sharply*
“Watin dey happen for there? Make I call Papa Matana abeg”

Security: “Someone is dying here and needs your help please”

Dying? Needs my help? Last time I checked I wasn't a doctor but I dragged myself out to go see what the matter was. 

By now, I was beginning to receive tons of messages and calls in response to my SOS, everyone was worried about me, wanting to know why I put out such message or if my social media account has been hacked; and it was a humbling moment for me. That some people who I haven't spoken with in years and even old schoolmates who I can't remember would reach out is beyond love for me. 

So I got to the gate and there was sister X with almost a lifeless child. 
Another round of OMOx100000000๐Ÿ™†‍♀️

Me: “Madam watin happen?

Sister X: “na sickness o”

Me: “why you let am reach like this and you no come carry am go hospital you come dey bring am come my house?

Sister X: crying “No money o”

Me: OMOx infinity “me sef I no get o, and I get something for hand wey need money urgently, and I even put am online say I need money sef”

Sister X: “Madam na Baba Buhari go fit help you for that one o”

Me: OMOooooooooo

Just then someone calls from my SOS and asks for my account details and a heavy alert follows.

Ahhhhh! Should I rejoice over that or what now?

Anyways off we went to the hospital. Turns out it was a serious bacterial infection + food poisoning. Sigh!
The child was stabilized and admitted. 
Hospital bills paid.
Drugs bought.
Food was provided for the other children who were almost dying of hunger.

I went back home sad (all my OBA money was gone) but fulfilled. I guess God had a better plan for my SOS then๐Ÿ˜Š
When the “Helped” becomes a “Helper”

“If we cannot save a soul from dying when we have the means then we shouldn't live at all”

With Covid and every other thing happening in Nigeria and around the world, it has become difficult for people, even the rich, to afford a decent meal per day not to talk of three square meal. 
Look around your immediate environment and lend a helping hand to someone in need. 
A message from my Afrobloggers family

This month in my church, OneChurchng is our evangelism month and we are reaching out to lost souls and bringing them into the knowledge of God and His goodness.

I have chosen to show forth God's goodness this month by being a ray of sunshine in someone's life.
You should too.
Let others see Jesus in you.
Show off Christ.
You just might be the only Bible someone would read.
Be kind.

A special THANK YOU and a big GOD BLESS YOU to all my SemeTribe.
For reaching out when I cried out. 
For saving a soul, for feeding the hungry. You all did that, not me. 
THANK YOU!

And please I have been begging Papa Matana to help me call Baba Buhari for my money o, I never see alert.๐Ÿ˜‚

To everyone working hard on a project, it is not for the faint hearted. More grace to you.

Happy New Month Tribe.
Only Credit alert and Congratulations is allowed for us this month and beyond. Amen
Get ready for an August full of pleasant surprises.

Love always.

Xoxo
©Rachel Jesuseme

Comments

  1. Honestly, I don't know what to comment.
    One thing I know and I am sure of is that where there is life, there is hope!
    God never fails his own!

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    1. I am beyond words.
      Amen, our God never fails.

      I am waiting for more alert by the way๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

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  2. "the helped became the helper"... Your reward is in heaven!

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  3. You did a good thing my dear.God will bless you beyond your wildest imagination.Wait and see

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    1. Amen
      Welcome to The Tribe all the way from Zimbabwe ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ

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  4. God ways are mysterious. Weda d sos post was just for joke or a serious one, you just saved lives n God won't leave u unblessed.

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    1. God sure works in mysterious ways. Amen to your prayers.

      Please it wasn’t a joke o, credit my account abeg

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  5. God bless you, for being a blessing to a dying child. More wins for you.

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  6. Your reward is on earth and it won't tarry much longer. Amen ๐Ÿ™

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    1. A resounding Amen.
      I salute you on your project, seriously na baba๐Ÿ’ช

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