HAPPINESS WRITES "IGBASÓMÓ"

My name is Samuel👦 and I'm an orphaned errand boy. (Smiles) Wondering why I introduced myself like that? Yes, that is my profession and I believe in hard 💪work. Mrs Bassey👩‍🦱 has sworn to make my life a living hell😩 and my uncle's indifference spoke🗣️ aloud of his undying support to his wife's misdemeanor. I became friends with hoodlums on the street of Lagos. I am not a bad 🦹‍♂️guy, I desire a good life but I was just so unlucky☹️!
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"We've concluded all documentations📃 and all we need from you is your consent" (Mrs Carson said😁, her voice mixed with excitement and uncertainty😒 if I would say yes or no)

I stood there transfixed😟, I was bodily present but very far from reality.

But wait fesss, how did I get here🤔🤔...( thinking)
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"Alaba rú, customer dey find you" ( the sales girl informed me)

( Alaba rú means load carrier in Yoruba language)

And the customer turns out to be Mrs Carson👵.

"You look so hungry, have this" ( with a pity adorned voice, Mrs Carson said handing over 2 pieces of meat pie🥧🥧and a packet of juice🧃.)

Aaahh, Heaven on earth!🙌 Abundance in this time of famine, is this God not gooooodd😭😭?

I grabbed my gift with both hands, full of joy as I repeatedly said "thank you ma" while munching.😋😋

"If you don't mind, you can come along with me so that you can have a proper 🍚meal and rest😴" She offered.

Mind ke🤨? Who am I?!

I had just sacrificed my faculty of reasoning🧠 on the altar of food🍱, aaahh Bros Esau👨‍🦲, na so e been do you, wey you give up your birthright for one plate of asaro🥣(porridge), Olorun sha nu mi oh😩( Deliver me, Lord)

That was how I followed Mrs Carson home, a total stranger! Someone I met on the street of Lagos, or rather the Mall of Lagos🙄, however that sounds🤪. She automatically assumed the role of a mother to me and the rest they say is history...

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Dear readers, you can understand how dazed😨😱 I was when I received the news of my adoption.👪

I am now a CARSON!

Oh! you thought I was going to say, 'NO'? 🤨🤥

You must be the war....
You must be the fight....
You must be the liquid metal...😅🤣😅      Come off it jare!!

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We went to my Uncle's place and total relinquishing of ownership🤝 was done with legal documentation✍️.

I moved instantly with all my belongings, the Carson's retrieved them and gave me brand new ones.👕👖👟

My transformation like a wildfire🔥 affected every facet of my life.

I could no longer associate with the hoodlums on the street, my new status forbids me from such association. I just can not be unequally yoked, again. I started mingling with children of the rich💰💶. Don't get me wrong, I showed them love by giving them gifts.

I stopped eating garbage, my diet changed. I had only healthy meals fit for my ***spirit***, ***soul*** and ***body***.

I dropped street vulgarity as I got enrolled in a school👨‍🎓 and my vocabulary shifted as well.

All of this didn't happen in a twinkling✨...

It took the process of time and I enjoyed seeing myself grow into the new me.

I ticked my progress as I advanced daily...

Identity ✔️
Character ✔️
Friends ✔️
Speech ✔️
Healthy living ✔️
Heart ✔️
Inheritance ✔️ ✔️

One timeslave...now an ***Heir***...

My name is Samuel Carson👱🏼 and this is my adoption story...
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Samuel was an orphan ( alienated from Christ), and had to struggle to survive ( under the curse of the law) as against having all things ( Grace) on adoption.

Dear friends, full documentation for your adoption was concluded on the cross and your acceptance (consent) of what Christ did for you, gives you your new identity.

And if you've given your life to Jesus like Samuel did to Mrs Carson, you now have a change of status and association. Just like Samuel who now bears the Carson's you now bear Christ's and have access to His **full*** inheritance.

You are now .... Christ. ( input your first name), start enjoying the benefits of your new status.