Saturday, June 24, 2017

FEMI ADESINA INSPIRES US WITH THIS ARTICLE ABOUT HOW HIS PILOT SON FLEW HIM AND OTHERS ON ARIK AIR

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The Senior Special Assistant to President Buhari on Media and Publicity, Mr. Femi Adesina, recently shared photos of his pilot son, Oluwatobi, flying him from Lagos to Abuja for the first time.



In an article he shared on his Facebook page, Mr. Femi Adesina wrote on how his son dreamt of being a Pilot at four, how he pursued the dream and achieved it. Read the interesting piece after the cut...



Be careful what you dream about, it may well come to pass. Oluwatobi is my firstborn, "my might, and the beginning of my strength." One day, when he was just four years old, we were all in the living room; myself, his mom, and his sister, when he exclaimed:"Daddy, I'll be a pilot!"
I looked at him, looked at his mother, and said casually: "What does he know about piloting?" For by then, Oluwatobi had not gone near an airport, not to talk of entering an airplane.
But somehow, what he said refused to leave my mind. Just like the biblical Mary, after the angel told her of the virgin conception, I "kept all those things, and pondered them" in my heart.
'Tobi (as we call him) began to live his dreams. He needed to see only the picture of an airplane in a newspaper or magazine, and he would cut it, file it away, or paste on the wall of his bedroom. When he was old enough to manipulate a computer, he always went to sites where he could read about aircraft.
I had thought he would outgrow the passion. But the older he grew, the firmer and clearer the dream became. "Daddy, I'll be a pilot!"
As a growing journalist with growing means, I got to the point I could go on vacation with my family once a year. We started with Ghana. Then South Africa. And London... Tobi was in secondary school, and talked about nothing save flying a plane. Each time we travelled, it was like nirvana. While I kept looking at my wristwatch, expecting the time we would land, my son, and his sister, Tosin, felt completely at home in the sky.
I had expected two people to baulk, and talk Tobi out of his dreams. His mother, and my own mother (Tobi's grandma, whom he was particularly close to). But the two women surprisingly did not dissuade the boy. They submitted to the perfect will of the Almighty. Underneath are the Everlasting Arms.
Never underestimate the power of dreams. At 18, my son packed his baggage, and was on the way to Aeronav Academy, in South Africa. The fees were staggering, but by then, I was Deputy Managing Director/ Deputy Editor-in-Chief of The Sun Newspapers. The pay was good enough, and with some belt tightening and lots of sacrifice, I could afford the fees.
Tobi got to Johannesburg at the peak of winter. "A cold coming we had of it, just the worst time of the year. For a journey, and such a long journey, the ways deep and the weather sharp, the very dead of winter." (T.S Eliot, The Journey of the Magi). I remember the first email he sent to me:"Daddy, it's so cold, I had to sleep with my shoes on." Lol. My heart went out to him, but he that would eat honey from the rock must never consider the blade of his axe.
By the end of his first year, he got the private pilot license. Second year, he got the commercial license. I was breathing like a hog under the financial burden, but didn't Jesus promise that his yoke was easy, "and my burden is light?" I kept trudging on, and one day, at age 21, my son was back, a fully licensed pilot.



But there was still one more river to cross. And when he told me about it, I almost bolted (just as our President almost did, when he saw the state of the treasury after inauguration into office). Tobi told me of the need to proceed to Sweden, for a type rating license, in which he would specialize on the Boeing 737. A boy of 21 years, planning to fly a whole house in the sky? The money, in dollars, sent my heart racing, and my head spinning. But by then, I was already Managing Director/Editor-in-Chief of The Sun. The publisher was a welfarist, and he took good care of his staff. If the family would take garri, instead of corn flakes, well, we could send Tobi to Sweden. And off he went, coming back months later with a type rating license. Arik Airline gracefully gave him a job.

For almost two years, the young pilot has been plying his trade, but he never flew me. The closest we got was one Saturday morning, about a year ago. I had just landed in Lagos, and who did I meet on the tarmac? Tobi and the crew that was taking over the airplane for the next flight. Safe skies, I told him, after we had taken some pictures, along with Captain Mohammed, an Arik veteran.

Then D-day came. And it was Monday this week. I had gone to Lagos to be part of Fathers Day celebration in my church, Foursquare Gospel Church, which held on Sunday. Return journey was 7 a.m Monday, aboard Arik.
On Sunday night, Tobi told me: "Daddy, you'll be on my flight back to Abuja tomorrow." Great expectations.

I approached the aircraft with Mr Peter Obi, former governor of Anambra State, and an old friend. An airline staff collected my hand luggage, and took it onboard. I then offered to relieve the former governor of the burden of his own luggage. Trust the ever self-effacing man. He hid the bag behind his back, as I made for it. We laughed.

I was on Seat 1D. The former governor was directly behind me. I told him my son was the co-pilot, and he was so very happy and excited at the news. And then, who came in, and took Seat 1F, right beside me? Another gentleman and friend, Mr Godwin Emefiele, governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria. We began to chat about the economy, and the risks falling oil prices in the international market could pose to the steadying exchange rate of the dollar to the naira. That was when Tobi struck. He came out from the cockpit, and said the Captain had consented that I should be their guest throughout the flight.
I first declined. Flying in the air was tough enough, who wants to go and frighten himself to death in a cockpit? 
"Daddy, come and see what you paid for. Come and see where your money went," my son said. I introduced him to the CBN governor, and excused myself from the cabin. The co-pilot to the co-pilot had come. Father and son were in the cockpit.
Captain Carretero Alberto hails from Spain. And what a genial man he turned out to be throughout the 55 minutes flight. I got to know about his family, his professional background, and many others. He had kind words to say about Tobi, and, indeed gave him the thumbs up sign many times, as the young pilot flew the plane, and made what he considered smart moves.
Preparing to lift into the air was a whole set of ceremony. Many things to check. Engines, lights, wings, doors, everything.As Tobi handled the joystick, the joy kiln was kindled in the heart of a proud father.

Communication with the control tower was continuous, and lasted almost throughout the flight. As the plane lifted, and soared into the deep, azure sky, I could not see a thing. Not the foggiest thing. How do pilots do it? But there was a forest of buttons and knobs. They kept touching and pressing them. Is this what they call instrumentation? At a point, the sun streamed in powerfully, in all its brightness. And they fixed their sun visors.
"This is why pilots wear sunglasses," Tobi told me.



As the journey progressed, memories flooded in. The plane was moving forward, but I was going back in time. I remembered that June 25, when unto me a child was born, and unto the Adesinas a son was given. When I got to the hospital, and he was brought out for me to have a look, I remember the yell he gave. Now, the tot of that day is flying a Boeing 737. What will he fly next, a 747 or Dreamliner? The wonders of our God.
Then I chuckled. What did I remember? When Tosin, my daughter was born. Tobi was already three. He had not seen as much soft drinks as on the naming ceremony day. He drank Coke, Fanta, Pepsi, Sprite, everything. Then later, he came to meet me: "Daddy, my tomach (that was how he called it) is paining me. " I laughed, and asked why his tomach would not pain him, as I had seen him, mixing the drinks? Now, the boy is flying a plane.
I chuckled again. What is it this time? The time he was going to secondary school. A day before resumption, I had taken him to Ikeja, where we bought a pair of boots, which would be part of the school uniform. We barely got home before Tobi slipped into the boots, and for the rest of the evening, he strutted round the house in the jackboot. It was yeoman's effort to get him to remove it at bedtime. Even then, he put the boots daintily on his bed, throughout the night. 

And then, the winter night he slept with his shoes on, in Johannesburg. Lol. 
Soon, the plane swung right. And Tobi pointed the runway of the Abuja airport to me. We had begun to descend earlier, and would land in eight minutes. At the dot of that time, he brought the big bird gently onto the runway. What an experience for a father!

Since that Monday, when I posted the pictures of father and son on Facebook, the thanksgiving on our behalf has been overwhelming. I thank everyone who commented, and prayed for us. May your day of joy not be postponed. Amen.

My friend and brother, Onochie Anibeze, editor of Saturday Vanguard, asked for this write up exclusively for his newspaper. I was glad to oblige. Gloating is not one of the reasons I went public about my joy. Far from it. Rather, it is out of thankfulness to God. "And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and the word of their testimony." Glad to talk about the wonders of our God. 

This is my story, this is my song. May every father have cause to rejoice in his son. And on the day of that joy, may the fathers not have toothache.
I can hear the amen. Oh, glory to God.


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Story culled from www.lindaikejisblog.com
Pictures from: www.naij.com and www.saharareporters.com 

LET'S TALK ABOUT ENVIRONMENTAL ISSUES ON ARIYIKE WEEKLY



ARIYIKE WEEKLY

I have received a couple of mails telling me to talk about pollution in Nigeria and some of the issues affecting our environment and my response was always "Err, I'm not an environmental blogger'' then I had to remind myself that we all have our parts to play in making our environment safe for ourselves, our Children and other generations to come so this week, I decided to come out my comfort zone to talk about a few of the issues that affect our environment in Nigeria, some of the causes and a few suggestions on how to keep our environment safe. Please add your suggestions to these few points of mine. Where do you live and what are the major issues affecting your environment? Please watch, subscribe and let's discuss. Follow me on instagram, twitter anjd snapchat @ladyariyike.

TODD DULANEY RELEASES NEW MUSIC VIDEO - THE "LIVE IN TRINIDAD" EXPERIENCE



VIDEO: VICTORY BELONGS TO JESUS CROONER, TODD DULANEY RELEASES NEW VIDEO - THE "LIVE IN TRINIDAD" EXPERIENCE

Todd Dulaney has just released the new video of his recent Live Worship ministration in Trinidad and Tobago.
Together with his team at The Experience Worship Conference in San Fernando on the 29th of May 2017, Todd Dulaney led thousands in deep, soulful worship to God.

You can now relive the moment and also experience this charged up atmosphere of Worship to the ONE who sits up on the Throne.

Watch and Enjoy the video


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Twitter: @ToddDulaney

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LET'S TELL YOU MORE ABOUT TODD DULANEY....
Todd Dulaney is an American Grammy nominated recording artist, former baseball player, Worshipper, Singer, Songwriter with the No 1 hit single, "Victory Belongs To Jesus".

With two albums -" Pulling Me Through" & "A Worshipper's Heart" - under his belt including his fast trending version of the popular worship single, "The Anthem", Todd Dulaney is taking the world by storm; his second album, "A Worshipper's Heart" was recently nominated in the "Best Gospel Album" category for the 2017 Grammy Awards.

Dulaney’s dream is to write music, which ministers to the heart of God and touches the heart of man. Not what’s hot, but what delivers, what heals, what restores, music that God inhabits.

Todd has worked and shared the stage with many award-winning artists, including Vanessa Bell Armstrong, Jessica Reedy, Maurette Brown-Clark, Michelle Williams, Donnie McClurkin, Fred Hammond, Dr Bobby Jones, Ernest Pugh, TRIN-I-TEE 5:7, Nicole and David Binion, Tye Tribett and Donnie McClurkin just to name a few.

God has opened many doors on his behalf allowing him to minister in song at churches worldwide. Dulaney has made appearances on BET’s Bobby Jones Gospel, TBN “Praise the Lord”, 15th Street Live, Atlanta Gospel Live, BBTV, TCT “I’m Just Sayin”, The 2011 Merge Summit and (3) nominations for the 2012 Stellar Awards second round ballot and also the Grammy Award nomination for Best Gospel Album.

Todd is currently a faithful member under the ministry of Dr. Bill Winston at Living Word Christian in Forest Park, IL. He is married to the lovely Kenyetta Stone-Dulaney and his greatest accomplishments are his three lovely children Taylor, Todd Jr. and Tyler.

One thing that Todd desires is to keep the message of Christ on display more than the brand of the artist.  “Without the Christ of the Gospel, we don’t have Gospel/Christian music”.

WE ARE BACK!!!!




Hi darlings,
I'm so sorry I've been away from you for a while.
I actually took some time off to put on my thinking hat so that I can re-strategise and find other ways to make my blog more interactive and even more interesting. I want to be able to connect with every one of you.
Now that I'm back, there are a whole lot of things that you will be seeing here.
*Give aways
*1 on 1 interviews
*Motivational sessions
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Feel free to send me stories or your real life experiences so that I can give my opinion, share your story here for others to learn from and drop words of advice but of course you know I will NEVER reveal your identity.
Thanks for staying loyal by constantly coming back.
You can send me a message at reflectionswithariyike@gmail.com and follow me on instagram, twitter and snapchat @ladyariyike.
Thanks once again my darlings,
Hugs, kisses and love,
Ariyike.


Wednesday, March 8, 2017

ARIYIKE AKINBOBOLA'S INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY SPEECH AT THE WAW AWARDS IN LONDON





ARIYIKE'S SPEECH AT THE WAW AWARDS IN LONDON 

Good evening great women!!! Before I start, I would like to say that every woman in this room is beautiful and you all look amazing. Tonight, In celebration of International Women’s day, I would like you to turn to the person next to you and celebrate the woman you see by saying – Hey beautiful! Be bold for change! Fantastic!!! My name is Ariyike Akinbobola, I’m a TV Presenter from Nigeria, I also run a Charitable Organisation called the Ariyike arise initiative where our primary focus is on the well being of Children, Teenagers and Women. We also teach young People about the importance of world peace as we let them understand that the world would be a better place if we all showed more love towards one another. My life is vey simple maybe because I live by the slogan – Do unto one what you wish you could do for everyone.

As Women, we go through so many things and sometimes, it gets really tough. I remember after I first became a mother, I started living my life for everyone else but me. I had big dreams but I was afraid to go after them. Fast forward to 9 years later, I have been able to embrace my fears and forge ahead. I wasn’t sure if I could succeed at being a Mother and a Media Personality at the same time but guess what? You’ll never know the outcome of a situation until you try. I attended a seminar this year by aunty Betty Irabor, the Publisher of Geneivive magazine and it really changed my perception towards life. I learnt that it’s okay to feel the fear and still do the things you want to do. I also learnt that I cannot quit, I can only transition and in all that you do, make sure you put God in your plans because when you take a step towards God, he takes a hundred steps towards you. We worry ourselves over so many thing that God has already sorted out for us. He just wants us to take that bold step and step out of our comfort zone. Tonight, I stand before you as a mother of 3 boys to tell you that as a Woman, your dreams are valid and you can pursue your dreams and still have a family if you want to. You can make it work. Is there something you’ve always wanted to do? What’s stopping you from doing it? Do you feel stuck with no sense of direction? Or are you trying to make a career switch? There has been no better time than now to start the process. It is time to start getting yourself ready for that big dream to come true because when success comes knocking at your door, if you are not ready, it will move to the next door. Success comes when preparation meets opportunity. If the opportunity you’ve always prayed for comes right now, are you prepared?

I also want us to all As an exponent of World Peace, I will be bold and campaign against every form of violence. A peaceful world is a better world for us all. 

Woman, learn to love you, love yourself. How do you want to love others when you do not even love yourself? Develop a deep appreciation of yourself and be happy being you because you are special and there is no other you in this whole world so how about you knowing today that you are actually a big deal. There is no one like you. Learn to celebrate your achievements and complement the achievements of other women. Be happy for others. There are many women who are never happy when good things happen to and for other women, they don’t hate you but they just don’t want anything good to happen to you. They would rather want you to be in a situation of pity. We are not like that and we would never be like that. We are bold for change.

As women, we must be united regardless of race, religion or social status. We must speak out and not be oppressed by anyone; we will make our voices heard. We must come together to become our sister’s keepers. No woman is an Island, you can’t say you don’t need anyone, I need you and you need me. My prayer for everyone here is for you not to leave here the same way you came. Make sure you network, meet other women and collaborate. Do you know how much we can achieve as women when we become united? We are here to network so why wouldn’t you want to mix and meet new People? I mentor young girls back home in Nigeria and I always encourage them to unite and support each other to achieve goals together. I encourage them to show love towards one another. I let them understand that they can become leaders and change makers. I realized that a lot these young girls believe that being a President is a man’s job but I continue to tell them that they can one day become Presidents. It is possible, it is happening.


It makes me sad when I see women come at each other on social media and even go as far as bringing the rifts to real life. If only they knew how much more beautiful the world would be if women could genuinely support one another. Most of the negative comments I have ever received on social media have been from other women. Who can relate? How do we become a strong force if we are busy trying to tear down the next woman? Why is it so hard for you to tell the next woman her dress is beautiful? And some of you that believe that when a woman compliments you, it means she is being mischievous, you need to change your mindset. EXPERIENCE!!!!        A simple statement of appreciation could build another woman's self esteem. I once saw this quote online and it goes  "Behind every successful woman, there is a tribe of other women who have her back". 


Lets all remember that when women support and appreciate each other, incredible things happen. We will speak out and not be oppressed by anyone, we will make our voices heard. I will end my speech by borrowing the words of a great woman, a Nobel Prize winner, the late Mother Teresa – “Not all of us can do great things, But we can do small things with great love”.   Be bold for change. Take action and make a difference. Thank you.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

ARIYIKE ARISE ANNUAL CHARITY FESTIVAL IN IWO LAND, OSUN STATE - #1000TOYS PROJECT

Nigerian Media Personality, Ariyike Akinbobola held the 4th edition of her annual Charity Festival in Partnership with the Oluwo of Iwo Land at his Palace to kick off the 1000 toys Project where they set out to give out toys to a minimum of 1000 Children.

The 1000 Project is the first of it's kind where the plan is for every Child to own a toy.

The event was an interesting one where over 2000 Children were gifted toys. Most of the children who came out have never owned toys and they were extremely excited as they picked up toys from Ariyike and their Traditional ruler - Oba (Dr.) Abdul Rasheed Akanbi -The Oluwo of Iwo Land, Osun state.

The Children and some of their parents who came with them were elated because of the amount of love being shown to them. 

The theme for this year's Charity festival is ''SPREAD LOVE'' and Ariyike expressed her wish for the Children to learn to share and show love to one another. She says Nigeria would be a better place if the children learnt the importance of showing love from a young age. 

The Ariyike Arise Initiative also donated books to the Oba's Palace so that the Children in the community can come inside to read at the reading corner.

















Sunday, November 13, 2016

YOUNGER MAN MARRIED TO OLDER WOMAN





THE IKOYI HUSBAND by Ariyike Akinbobola


Everyday, I wake up by 7.30a.m just in time to take our daughter to school. By that time, the old woman that calls herself my wife along with her two house helps and Phillipino au-pair would have done a fine job of getting our princess ready for school. Before you crucify me for calling her “old”, Let me inform you that my wife is 20 years older than me. This woman was already a grown *** woman before I was born.
In my usual dress code that was gradually becoming more like a super hero’s costume, I wore my casual patterned shorts, a blue Ralph Lauren tee, brown sandals and my Ray bans. Off to school we went.
I was back from school runs in no time. On getting home, I was welcomed by my wife, her friend and the friend’s pretty younger sister who looked extremely familiar. I think she was the babe I tried to block at Sip the other night. While trying not to make eye contact with anyone, I said my hellos and moved on swiftly into the sitting room. As I brought out my X-box, I could hear my Madam’s friends gushing about how her ring still looked brand new after two years of marriage. Of course, my bragging wife gave her usual response of “If you’re worth it, he will go all out to buy you the best. You know this 2.5 carat Tiffany set Kola back a whooping 41,500 dollars”. She went further to say “You don’t even want to know how much my darling spent on our customised wedding bands”.
I remember thinking to myself that babes can be shallow sha. “E ro pe emi Kola, omo Okokomaiko ma naa 41,500 dollars lori ring oshi? Baba e lo ti set back” meaning “Do you think that I, Kola a guy from Okokomaiko will buy a ring for 41,500 dollars? It’s her father that she has set back”. Excuse my Yoruba, it’s just that most times, when I think deeply, I do so in my native language.
As I switched on my X-box to start tanning my game, I overheard them talking about how there are no good men out there anymore. You should have heard how they were cooing about how my wife is so lucky to have a handsome man like me. Her friend kept saying “Kola is such a good guy, his type is very rare these days”. I almost puked out game cartridges from my mouth when I heard my wife say “That’s why I’m the luckiest girl on earth”. *Girl sha…More like old mama*
This is a woman who I can count how many things I’ve said to this year. A woman who has never cooked for me. We live like strangers in this house. We don’t even sleep in the same room and we both know that we’re miserable in this marriage. The only time we communicate is when she wants to have sex and of course me, being the bad boy I am would never say no to sex. In the heat of the moment, she calls me the “banana man”. Yes, we live in Ocean Parade, Banana Island, Ikoyi but that’s not why she calls me “BM” *Winks*
Sometimes, I wonder if Caroline’s friends are dumb enough to believe all she says about me and our marriage especially when her friends who I should ordinarily be calling Aunty Joy, Aunty Fati and Aunty Bisi pass silly comments like “Caro, I tap into your annointing”. These women are still looking for love in their 50s. After all, Caro finally found love at age 42 but they tend to forget that their own fathers are not as rich as my father-in-law who is probably the richest man most of them would ever meet in their lifetime.
On our wedding day, he gave us our place in Banana Island – a block of 12 serviced apartments on Glover road Ikoyi where we would be receiving rent of 700,000 dollars annually; a Range Rover Evoque for Caro, a Range Rover sport for me. Both SUVs specially delivered to us by the car dealer himself. We also got an all-expense paid honeymoon to 4 different continents and a host of other gifts.The cheques his friends gave us amounted to millions of Naira. If you were me, would you ever work again considering the fact that in my past life, I was just your everyday hustler?
Caro must never even know that I’m yet to complete my O.N.D. Now I’m regretting telling her that I finished from the University of Lagos because they won’t allow me buy a degree from there. I should have called a less popular University. Maybe they would have been able to “sort” me out.
It’s easy for you to call me all kinds of names like gold digger, scrub, thief, money grabbing gigolo and all but a man’s gotta do what a man’s got to do. All the while I was living in Okokomaiko, I always told myself that I would make it in life. So I made sure I attended primary and secondary school by force. I also read a lot, I would pick up old newspapers to read just to brush up my literacy skills and my girlfriend, Chi Chi was always there to encourage me.
My heart still belongs to Chi Chi, she has always been the love of my life from our childhood days in Okoko. Infact, we’re still together. I’m currently paying her school fees in Bowen University, Iwo and I just bought her parents a house in Lekki. These are people who never dreamt of coming to visit friends on the Island. Now, they live here on the Island close to me. It’s almost as if the Lekki-Ikoyi bridge was built for me because it’s very easy to go see my babe in Lekki.
I’ll stay married to my ‘old cargo’ because I don’t ever want to go back to poverty. Even if I’m to cry out of frustration, I’ll feel happier doing so in my Range Rover instead of the Danfo buses I was once accustomed to.
I am not ashamed to say that I am the latest Lagos big boy (LBB). I am the guy that pops a minimum of 15 bottles of any bottle my love interest at a club decides to drink, I am the man that would buy the only bottle of Gouts de Diamants at the club so that the real rich kids can bow. I am that guy that stops to pick up prostitutes at night by the law school junction in Victoria Island. I am the man who lives off my wife and father-in-law’s wealth. I am that father who loves his little princess with a passion. I am a kept man. I am the Ikoyi husband.
So I’m surprised I haven’t read any article about this new trend of “babes paying for their engagement ring” or “rich babes buying husbands” topic since it seems to be the “in thing” now. The funniest part is when these babes even post pictures on Instagram with silly hash tags like #OMG #Proposalthings #Hejustpoppedthequestion #Helikeditandheputaringonit. Oh please!
Question: Is it okay for a chic who pays for her engagement ring to lie to her friends that it was her man that bought it? Feel free to speak your mind and if you have any friend who falls into this category, tell her I said twale!
This article was first featured in 2013 on https://www.bellanaija.com/2013/12/ariyike-writes-the-ikoyi-husband/

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