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My dear Jil,

It’s great to be back. And thank you, my holiday went very well. Always good to take time off. A change of environment can bring startling perspectives.

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Dear Jack,
The year is gradually winding down. It is on its last inhalation of oxygen, and what a year it has been! I guess it’s time to begin stock taking, to start looking back over the year, to detail accomplishments, pursuits. It’s time to reminisce over moments, to meditate on our journey of arrival at the now, to exhale in thoughts. As we do, the character and temperament of the year begin to coalesce in our hearts; its colouration emerges. A lot of data would of course have been lost to human nature. Once a prayer is answered we toss the prayer receipt and invoice into the dustbin of history. It’s why I keep a diary of gratitude. At the end of the year I shall indulge in the mercies recorded therein. 
Has the year been fantastic? Some will definitely say No. But the probability quotient of life will quote an African proverb: “Even if the size of the pot is the dimension of a groundnut shell some will still feed bounteously.” In other words, any given year will be fantastic for some as it is dismal for others. We’ll always have a mixed bag: Some amarrying, some abreaking. Some afulfilled, some awanting. There’s a tendency to define our lives however by our greatest want. Yet life is not the size of our want. It’s far bigger. Our lives are bigger than our needs and disappointments.
There’s a lot to be thankful for. Even in disappointments. You’re alive! There are many who didn’t make it this far – people we knew, people we loved, people we fought. It is in the manner of irony therefore that disappointments validate life. The dead don’t get disappointed. Death is the cessation of all passions. When we die all our wants and needs die. Be thankful no matter what; be thankful however what; be thankful whatever what. God watches out for thankfulness. Remember the ten blokes Jesus healed of leprosy? Only one returned to give thanks and Jesus noted the fact: Where are the others? He asked. Unthankfulness stumps even God. Thankfulness is a measure of character. The man who is thankful for the benevolence of the past qualifies himself as a candidate of grace. Why don’t you be that grateful leper?
Leprosy is a social affliction. It’s anything that makes people avoid us, that turns us into social pariahs. It can be lack of money; or our background, or lack of opportunities, or life’s difficulties… Leprosy is leprosy.
If despite your background you’re making your way up the ladder of life, then God has cured you of leprosy. Be thankful! 
If despite all you’ve been through you still get invited to social functions, then God has cured you of leprosy. Be thankful! 
If despite this year your friends are still around you, then God has cured you of leprosy. Be thankful! 
If despite your economic woes your wife still stands by you, then God has cured you of leprosy. Be thankful! 
If despite all’s been said about you that special someone still loves you, then God has cured you of leprosy. Be thankful! 
Be thankful, not only to God but to all those who have contributed to the bank of mercy from which you drew. Unexpressed, thankfulness atrophies into a corpse of ingratitude; it is buried in the tomb of the heart. The expression of gratitude is the magnitude of appreciatedness, the longitude of humility. If you have a lovely wife, thank God for her; and thank her. If you have a devoted and loving girlfriend thank God for her; and thank her. The woman with a wonderful husband or boyfriend must do the same. It’s even more expressive to demonstrate thankfulness with gifts. This season buy meaningful presents. 
The harsh definition of the unthankful is ingrate. And there are many ingrates in life, like those nine lepers. Ingrates take gifts for granted. Ingrates exhibit a sense of entitlement. Ingrates are amnesic. Don’t be an ingrate.
And lest I be found guilty of breach of that which I preach, I want to express my thanks. I want to thank Almighty God… for EVERYTHING! Where do I begin, whence do I alight? For His gift of life, His gift of wisdom, uncommon insight, perspicacity, communicative expressiveness… God’s love is past participle, present continuous, future perfect. For #Letr2Jack, #Letr2Jil, #NOVUS, #Gov, #JesusMBA, #Phil401, Moving On!… I thank God!
I want to thank my beautiful wife: for the gift of her heart, her special brand of love… What a woman God gave me!
I want to thank my wonderful children: for loving Daddy so much; for making Daddy proud, always!
I want to thank my parents: for all the investments they made educating me, teaching me values. 
I want to thank the devoted staff of Alder Consulting. Without their parapet of support even this letter will not be. 
I want to thank my friends, and my bigger family, including those wonderful sisters-in-law of mine. 
And I want to thank my devoted tweeps. You took the message of wholesomeness into the corners of the globe. 
I want to thank all who donated towards the surgery of Ifeoma Obinani. May the moon not afflict you.
I want to thank those who participated in Moving On!. For your courage and trust. 
Thank you so much everyone. May the Good Lord keep us and shower his blessings on us. 
Merry Christmas, and a happy and Prosperous New Year in advance! See you next year. 
Yours faithfully, Leke Alder.
©Leke Alder 2013

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Dear Jil, let me tell you how pickpockets operate in downtown Lagos! Downtown Lagos pickpockets thrive in confusion, in the melee of the crowd, where there’s no order. Because public transport is in short supply downtown, there’s usually a melee for buses. And so the bus stop is an ideal location for Lagos pickpockets.

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My dear Jack,
I sometimes find myself in the unenviable position of passing on difficult truth. Today is another one of those instances. But it’s a responsibility I’m unperturbed about. I am enjoined by my Creator and my conscience to speak the truth to you in love, always. We sometimes need difficult truth. 

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My dear Jil,
Today I want to talk about time travel. I know… Sci-fi right? But Physics is such a titillation for me. You should study it. The notion of time travel however presents a paradox – the Grandfather Paradox: Can one go back in time and kill one’s own grandfather before one’s father was conceived? This is the great paradox and scientists are grappling with it as with so many other bizarre realities of life. 
Do you know there’s a theoretical framework in Physics that says you can arrive from a journey before taking off? There’s so much we don’t know about life, so much to discover. Time travel of course raises questions about the nature of time itself. Is time linear like an arrow, or is it a constellation of spheres of existence, like planets as some suggest? 
There’s also the theoretical possibility of parallel universes. Does a “you” exist in another universe? What is Physics without exciting crazy possibilities! I wish it were properly taught in schools! Through Physics we peer into the brilliant mind of God! Theoretically, there’s nothing limiting time travel, either to the past or future. Reality is another thing entirely though. But suppose we can indeed do time travel. How wonderful that would be!
Imagine if we can actually go into the past, to correct our paths in order to avoid the mistakes we have made. Or go into the past to amend our track so as to escape the trauma visited upon us. If Molly can go into the past, she could make herself one minute late to Joke’s party – just one minute! Then she’d have avoided meeting Emeka the Barbarian, and all the trauma and drama. What if Justina could make herself go to the other party? She would then have avoided being raped by Sam. If Kenny can adjust the course of history, she would avoid meeting John in the present. He drained her account. And Labake can also adjust her timeline not to sleep with Tunde. Then she wouldn’t have been pregnant. Suppose, what if, perhaps, if… All these are suppositions and hypotheticals.
Scientists are battling with time travel not knowing we already do time travel. We undertake journeys into our past with suppositions and hypotheticals. I know Clara does time travel. She told me her aborted fetus would have been three years old now! She keeps punishing herself with that thought. We can be so harsh on ourselves, flagellating our souls in search of penance for restitution. We beat up ourselves so much for mistakes of the past we become too weak to make the journey into our future. As if doing injury to the fleshly stock of our soul would edit the past. The past is the past. No amount of recrimination we visit on ourselves will change the past. What has happened has happened. The problem most times is that we’re unwilling to forgive ourselves. That unforgiveness can be worse than not forgiving others. Both are terrible variants of one another. We all make mistakes. We’ve all made mistakes. Except hypocrites of course. Their pasts are perfect.
Amazing how God can graciously spare a man what he can’t handle and he imagines himself a superman; begins to judge others! Sometimes we feel we’ve done such terrible things and God won’t forgive us. Means you don’t know God! He’ll forgive anything. He’s not a man. God forgives! And he keeps forgiving! Men of course won’t forgive. It’s why they say terrible things about you, such horrible things! Yet their opinion is irrelevant. The only opinion that counts is God’s and he’s NOT judging you! Forgive yourself! 
Let me quote an excerpt from David Jesse’s Book of Poetry & Wonderments: “God makes everything come out right; he puts victims back on their feet… God is sheer mercy and grace; not easily angered, he’s rich in love. He doesn’t endlessly nag and scold, nor hold grudges forever. He doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve, nor pay us back in full for our wrongs. As high as heaven is over the earth, so strong is his love to those who fear him. And as far as sunrise is from sunset, he has separated us from our sins. As parents feel for their children, God feels for those who fear him. He knows us inside and out, keeps in mind that we’re made of mud. God’s love… is ever and always, eternally present to all who fear him, making everything right for them and their children as they follow his Covenant ways…” Psalm 103:6-18 MSG. This coming from a man who slept with another man’s wife, impregnated her and tried to obscure paternity. He didn’t stop there: he arranged the gentleman’s murder; then he married his wife. If a murderer can script the foregoing, surely YOU can forgive yourself for being raped. (And how is that your fault?!)
Forgive yourself for making wrong choices in life, for stupidities of youth, for willfulness, foolishness… Stop travelling into the past. Stop visiting the mistakes of your past in the vehicle of “If only…” The island of mistakes in your past is not a good tourist destination. God loves you because of your past, not despite your past. 
Your mentor, LA. 
NB: This is my last but one letter to you this year. I’m looking forward to vacation.
©Leke Alder 2013

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Dear Jack,
Let me intimate you about the life and times of a young man named Flibbertigibbet. Quite a mouthful of a name I agree. Trips up your tongue. And you have to study the pronunciation too. It’s not one of those names you can’t pronounce in rapid fire succession, unless you’re a rapper. To get round the tongue twisting, his friends simply call him “Fli”. I’ll oblige you that honour in this letter.

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My dear Jil,
Here’s the continuation of the story:
‘And the old man looked into her eyes, like one who could see into her soul. Her naked soul tried to cover itself. He wore a tweed jacket, the fashion of the fifties. His crushed bowler hat sat on his head, his trousers baggy. She felt young, even immature, innocent… A sharp contrast to the corrugatedness of his soul. The artist called Life had turned his face into a canvass, drawn lines upon his visage. They were lines of history.

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Dear Jack,

You really can’t afford this yoyo relationship. It’s dangerous to your health. I’m not really sure your girlfriend knows what she wants.

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My dear Jil,
I do see the confusion you have. But the fundamental question is: Does the fact that someone is a good church volunteer (or worker) mean the person will become a good marriage partner? The simple answer is that religious volunteerism is not an affidavit of marital qualification. Neither is religious volunteerism a certificate of matrimonial proficiency. You cannot assume that both roles – husband and church worker – are interchangeable.

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Dear Jack,
Sometimes I have these philosophical irruptions. They come inexplicably, triggered by happenstances, the most mundane of life’s ablutions.

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