The Omoge,
The drills, chills, and thrills of riding with you in destiny’s train for nearly half of my life is beyond expression.
Oh, my love, to watch you transform into the woman of stature that you’re now makes me too thankful for words.
We both wake up together, every morning in the covenant of matrimony, under God’s ginormous grace and mercy, to the privilege of being soulmates. There’s been no moment of gnashing of teeth and/or cringing in regret. It’s no cliche that being my only co-passenger on this journey has been heaven on earth.
When all noises end, and the door closes, and it’s just you and I, I thank the Lord greatly for honouring me with your companionship.
Constellations shimmer agog, oceans swirl wild, the world spins out of control, but your large heart overflows with gold nonstop.
Here we are, my dove, on the steps of your fortieth year on the planet, the beautiful edifice of righteousness that your life has become is succour to the nations. This is doubtless, an incontestable truth that you’re a blessed woman.
The roar from your sweet spirit has not been a languid echo. The force of the integrity of God’s eternal authority, might and faithfulness has propelled it to the hearts of many daughters of Zion. Now, lionesses arise across the continent of Africa and the rest of the world on account of your obedience.
I love you my dear wife. The children adore you. And today, we all celebrate you.
Happy birthday The Omoge!
