MY CYCLING ADVENTURE...

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...And so for years when asked what are your hobbies I would always say "cycling, writing, swimming, travelling and talking," if you've met me you'll know I swim really well, maybe someday I'll post about it with pictures, till date my friend Ikanke Roberts calls me pappy water,(since anytime I say let's hang out Na swimming pool), and then even my parents nicknamed me Ajala(saying I travel too much, even though na them i use am resemble, i no talk anything ooo)  of course if you're reading my blog I'm sure you don't need more proof that I love writing. And as for talking? Ohhh meet me once and all doubt will be cleared.

What's missing? Oh I forgot. Cycling. I earned the name 'bicycle rider' from my great uncle Mr Ajayi (fondly called daddy Ikotun by members of my family) when I was about 10 years old. And till today I haven't been able to shake off the title.in fact i think he remembers the title and not my name... Even though I can't remember getting on a bicycle in the last 9 years.

Well for a while I've been trying to watch my weight and I decided to go back to my lost hobby cycling. And then things began to prove tough and from there comes the following lessons.

1.Not everyone will buy into your vision/even those closest to you- it would have been very easy for me to give up on my cycling quest as all I got was opposition from every angle, some felt I was too old, some felt I was just following a whim, others felt I was just being careless with money. Some others However, long story short if I had gone by what people said I would have given up.

2. Help comes from above and not from abroad, - after making up my mind to buy the bicycle the next thing was to make enquiries on how much one would cost. I was shocked by what I found out as some bicycles cost as much a one million naira,(chai money for brand new kia picanto and change) well I decided to go for the cheapest good one and the price came to 40,000 naira. Thus it became a prayer point and then one day a friend of mine drew my attention to an ongoing promo by a store on the island. They had slashed the price by half. The bicycles were selling for 20,000 naira, I immediately rallied round my friends on bbm and told them all to contribute o, so the promo wouldn't pass me by. And thus I started the #finebara campaign.(as my treasure called it,) some people tried to help while some outrightly laughed, some others promised to help, but in the long run one a single cent came out. 

3. Everyman needs a push- it was the day one of the people closest to me jolted me into reality that I repented, how could I think it was people I needed to get a project done, so thursday morning I prayed more than usual, my flat mates probably thought I was getting set to go cast out some demons but I was repenting from trust in man and handing it over to the most high. Someone pushed me to realizing I should go back to God. This might be your own push, God has all the answers you need. Go back to the source. Well I prayed into my breakthrough

4.God uses people- on Thursday morning Someone called me and said toffy check this website, they're doing another promo on bicycles, and I checked, and low the same bicycle I wanted was going for 14,000. However the deadline to pay was 3 days and the bicycle would be delivered before the month ended. (Them wan use our money go import the bicycle ni?) However I kept faith, and that same day God completed the money I needed to buy the bicycle with 4,000 extra. The last part was to pay and get it delivered by month end.

5.Tie your request to a divine assignment-  I told God, tomorrow would have been an opportunity for me to meet cyclist from all over Lagos and I would have made contacts, people that need to hear the word of God, people I can preach to,  but if I pay for a bike today I won't get it till month end. And I left it at that. My boss asked me to help him to the airport(it's amazing when you have a boss like mine, who appeals to you to help him do something he can command you to do) so I accepted with joy. As I rounded a corner I saw people offloading foreign bikes and I made a mental note to stop by on my way back from the airport. So on my way back I stopped by and it turns out they were the major suppliers in Ikeja, they also had a promo that was ending that Friday for 20,000. I told them I had seen one for 14,000 and they said if I could prove what I was saying they would lessen the price for me. I showed them the website and they agreed to reduce the price for me to 15,000, and an helmet and lock which cost 5,000 for 3,000.

That was how I paid the exact money God provided, put the bike in the boot and zoomed off, registered for the completion online and found myself on the island by 6:30am yesterday morning. Cutting the long story short, I got my bike, hobby back in force, learnt a lot and of course did ministry there.
Impossible is nothing... God bless you.

PICTURES AFTER THE CUT