Lazarus, Come Forth!

Carman's coming on strong album cover

I am the resurrection and the Life
He that believeth in me
Though he were dead
Yet shall he live

A certain man had died
In the town of Bethany
And Lazarus was his name

The Bible says he was
A man that Jesus loved
And his sisters thought
It was a shame

Mary and Martha longed
For Jesus’ healing touch
To come and raise their brother
Cause they loved that boy so much

But Jesus had a plan not known to any man
That would soon take away their pain
They was waiting for Jesus
To come and say

Lazarus, Lazarus, Lazarus Come Forth

When he died he went to where
The saints of God did stay
In the holding place
They lived beyond the tomb

And there he saw Elijah, Moses, Samuel, even Ruth
And all the others jammed up in a room

He turned around and saw
Ol’ Gideon standin’ by the door
He walked up and said hey brother
Tell me, what’s this group here for?

Well Giddie said
Well alright this is testimony night
Have a seat man cause
The meeting’s starting soon

While Mary and Martha
Just wanted to see their
Lazarus, Lazarus,
When will their Lazarus Come Forth

Moses shook his stick
Said now this meeting come to order
Can I get a witness
For the Lord tonight

Abraham kicked it off
Said I want y’all know
That I knew him
He gave a child to my barren wife

Isaac waved his hand said
Hey daddy I knew him too!
Jacob jumped up says
Amen Grandpa, preach it!

Old dignified Solomon
He adjusted his robe, said
I knew Him, He made me so smart
I started to teach it

Ezekiel said I knew him
As a wheel within a wheel
Job said man he healed me
When I was almost dead

Samson said I knew him
When some Philistines tried to jump me
I took a donkey jawbone and busted a few heads

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego said
We knew him in the fiery furnace
Jonah said man he gave me a second chance

Daniel cried out I knew him
in a hungry den of lions
The Holy Ghost hit King David
He just started to dance

Lazarus got so excited
He shouted Hey, I knew him too!
Moses put down his stick
Said hey who’s the new kid?

Needless to say the room got real quiet
When Lazarus said
But I knew Him,
In a way y’all never did

You see man I walked with him and talked with him
I saw how his teachings awed the crowds
Those famous tears of compassion
I could actually see ‘em

Man, he used to come over to my house after church
And my sisters would make him dinner
Every month I even supported his ministry

You see man I watched him confront the Pharisees
I was there when he fed the five thousand
I heard the people gasp when he healed the lame

You see man, I even remember the littlest things
The things most folks would forget
Like the simple, loving way He’d just call my name

Up at the grave, stone rolled away
With a loud voice Jesus started to say,
Lazarus

You see it just seems like yesterday
I could hear that man saying my name
Lazarus

As a matter of a fact it seemed like today, I don’t
Lazarus
Excuse me brothers I think I hear him calling me now, what?

Lazarus
Jesus?
Lazarus……….Jesus?
Lazarus……….Jesus?
Lazarus……….Jesus?
Lazarus……….Hey Jesus?

Lazarus, Come Forth!
Come Forth!
I command you,
Come Forth!

Lazarus, hey Lazarus,
Woah Lazarus, come forth!

Like Jesus was saying
Sickness be healed
Mountains be moved
When he said, Lazarus Come Forth

Mary don’t weep Martha don’t moan
Here come your boy comin’ forth

He that believeth in me
Though he were dead
Yet shall he live


When I gave my life to Jesus, age 16, I wasn’t able to go to Church because my father was a muslim and he would never have allowed it. Gospel singer, Carman’s voice, was the only Christian voice I knew and listened to for several months.

His dramatisation of Lazarus’s resurrection story spoke deep into my soul. The personable way in which Lazarus describes and even boasts about his relationship with Christ was what I longed for, and was the very reason I came to faith. I wanted an intimate, loving relationship with my God and Father and I knew such a relationship was not possible with Allah who I had been worshipping diligently for about a year.

I was about 15 years old when I first started to be conscious of a void in my heart. I longed for an intimacy with God. I was dissatisfied and hollow inside and I decided I would take my faith more seriously and become more devout. I started to cover up and dress modestly, and I started to read an English translation of the Qur’an. I wanted to be approved of God.

From my limited study of the Quran, there was never going to be a Father-Daughter relationship with Allah. At best, I would be Allah’s loyal servant and he can only be my Master. I wasn’t guaranteed Heaven but I was guaranteed some form of purgatory before possibly making Heaven. Heaven was contingent on how well I adhered to multiple codes of conduct, some of which, as a woman, I struggled to accept.

Nevertheless, I persevered trying, in my own strength to achieve piety. The strict penal codes and lack of mercy for wrong doing or for innocently breaking one of the many rules of conduct unsettled me.

The straw that broke the camel’s back came in my boarding school’s dining room, when, after giving thanks for our food, I made the sign of the cross and my muslim girlfriends who I sat with made fun of me and said why would I do that? That good muslims do not believe in Jesus.

Why not? I remember thinking to myself. Jesus was a good person! Why can’t we pray in His name? I remember feeling indignant on Jesus’ behalf and a little perplexed. Was Jesus not the prophet Isa according to the Qur’an?

My friends’ hostility to the person of Christ did not sit well with me and I resolved to study the Qur’an more.

It wasn’t until many months later when I stumbled upon an old report card from Nursery school that I caught a glimpse into a possible reason why I was so unsettled by my friends’ reaction to Christ. The report card said how much I loved the nursery rhymes and songs about Jesus. Apparently the seed had been sowed years before in my heart that Jesus was my friend and that He loved me. Even though this seed was not actively watered as we didn’t go to Church growing up, out of respect for my muslim dad, it had taken root and must have been one of the reasons why I instinctively felt uncomfortable with my muslim friends’ characterisation of Christ.

Fast forward to the summer of 1988. It was around Easter time and I was sat alone in our living room, watching TV. I had somehow stumbled on the screening of the epic 1977 television mini series, Jesus of Nazareth and started watching it. Maybe I was still wrestling with trying to find out why Jesus was so offensive to my friends, but something drew me into the movie and I watched it all, uninterrupted for several hours.

I know now that the entire series was 6 hours and 22 minutes long and I cannot recall how long I watched it for, on my own, uninterrupted by my boisterous brothers….but a scene from that movie was the catalyst that eventually led me to Christ.

JESUS OF NAZARETH — Pictured: Lorenzo Monet as Jesus aged 12 years — Photo by: NBC/NBCU Photo Bank

In that scene, the little boy who played Jesus, who I later learned was Italian child actor, Lorenzo Monet, climbed up a ladder, after being told by his dad that a ladder is from God and can sometimes reach from earth to Heaven. No words were spoken in that scene but the little boy wanted what I wanted, to be close to God. I burst into tears, alone in that living room, wondering how come such a little child could have such an intimate connection with God and I didn’t. Later in the movie, Lorenzo Monet, the young Italian actor, chosen for his blond hair and piercing blue eyes, who played 12 year old Jesus, was being told off by Mary for going missing. And he replied “Why were you looking for me everywhere? Did you not know that you would find me in my Father’s house?”. I was struck by how someone so young could know God as His Father. At that moment, I realised that this was what I had been longing for. I needed a Father. I didn’t have a close relationship with my biological Father and I longed for one. A Father God. And I knew Allah had ruled himself out as he could only ever be my master. My journey towards my Father-God started that day. Jesus was calling me, and I started to come forth.

Loneliness

Loneliness is one of the biggest killers of a loving relationship or marriage. It’s possible to be lonely when you are together as well as when you are apart.

We have experienced both types of loneliness in our marriage and the effects have been devastating both times.

Our first experience of loneliness came during our courtship years. We had enjoyed an intense year at University, spending lots of time in one another’s company, talking endlessly, getting to know one another’s convictions, beliefs, ambitions…. It was a beautiful season of close friendship and fellowship. And then, abruptly, there was an uprising on campus, with students protesting against the brutal military regime of General Sanni Abachi. The campus was shut down and everyone dispersed home for an unspecified period of time. Unknown to me at the time, that was to be my last time schooling in Nigeria. 

In October of that year, I arrived at cold, wet, Manchester University, my father’s Alma Matta, as a second year transfer student from Obafemi Awolowo university.

The love of my life was several miles away and in the days before mobile phones (yes, those days really did exist), we had no easy way of communicating. We relied on snail mail, and whenever I was able to rustle up some change, long distance phone calls from a coin operated telephone booth.

I missed my soul mate terribly. And he me. Desperately lonely, we both soon found solace in other people’s company, forming unhealthy relationships that threatened to destroy our bond.

Yet, despite the mutual betrayal of our promise to be faithful to one another, we were held together by a bond that was greater than our frailties. The relationships we formed with others did not have the same degree of soul connection that we shared. While those relationships were precious in their own way, they were fundamentally unfulfilling and a counterfeit to the real thing.

By God’s grace and mercy alone, we found our way back to one another, we did the hard work of forgiveness and reconciliation and a few years later, we were happily married.

We resumed our intense love for one another’s company in the first few years of our marriage. It was beautiful. Just like the old days. We went on silly adventures together and we talked and laughed a lot. We had very little financially, but that didn’t bother either of us much. We were happy and carefree.

Then children started to come along, and the demands of family life and the necessities of needing to pay our bills and put food on the table began to take its toll.

We needed to build our careers and fast if we were not going to drown in debt. We lost our joy in one another, and spent more time in strained silence or senseless bickering.

We stopped being a team and didn’t enjoy being in one another’s company. We started to drift apart. This time, the loneliness persisted despite the fact that we shared a home and a bed. These dark times lasted for several years and took its toll on us and on our children also.

Then COVID came. And it became impossible to avoid one another. I started to go on long prayer walks like the one I am on right now and the fog on my heart began to lift. I listened to different sermons by a preacher that I loved and respected and I began to notice the log in my eye. The unfair and unloving ways in which I was treating my husband, the deep disrespect that I showed him through my words and actions. And I began to repent. I knew we needed help but hubby was resistant to having outsiders meddling in our business. He was of the opinion that we would only end up hurting each other more with unguarded and unfiltered comments in front of a stranger. So I had to find us help some other way.

I scoured the internet for marriage courses and stumbled upon a book called His Needs, Her Needs that seemed to have good reviews. I bought the book for myself and started to read it. It was an eye opener, going into greater depth than the sermons I was listening to. I found so much understanding of why we were the way we were. And how some things won’t ever change and that was ok. I made peace in my heart with my forever friend and my attitude towards him began to soften.

I affirmed him, I trusted him more, I challenged his decisions less. And I found so much freedom and peace.

I bought the workbook that accompanied the book and tried to get hubby to read the book. This was first met with the usual resistance but from time to time, I would share a paragraph from the book with him and it would resonate with him. I don’t know what made him pick up the book but eventually he did. And he read it all. We had turned a corner.

From a place of deeper understanding of our individual needs, we were able to let go of long held resentments and expectations. Our friendship was rekindled. We started to laugh again, we started to date again. We had found each other once more.

So now we are in phase 3 of our relationship. The children are grown up now, and grand-patenthood is around the corner. New realities await us. We are shaping a new normal.

Today we share an office, we work on each other’s businesses, and we are excited to hang out together – just like the good old days.

We still spend periods of time apart and while physical distance is unavoidable, we are not lonely anymore. Thanks to tech, even when we are not in close physical proximity, we are in touch multiple times a day, our heartbeats remaining  in sync.

I don’t know who I am writing this for. But if loneliness is plaguing your relationship, do the hard work of finding yourselves again. For us, we were able to achieve this through the pages of an old fashioned book written by an elderly couple. For you, it might be something else. But if you can weather the lonely years and rediscover yourselves, you will realise, as we did, that we always  had what we were looking for all along. The treasure we sought was right there, waiting to be rediscovered.

I don’t believe that our journey towards one another would have been possible without our shared faith in God. Ultimately, I believe He orchestrated the circumstances that led to our reconciliation to one another. But, as always, He shows the way but the decision as to whether or not we take the path remains ours to make.

Here is a link to His Needs, Her Needs on Amazon (not an affiliate link): https://amzn.eu/d/0e5fK7o3. It’s available on Kindle also.

Ditch the goals….build the systems

Whenever we enter a new year, the air is thick with talk of new year resolutions. What you should have in your resolutions. How you should go about deciding what makes the list etc etc.

Rarely do we hear talk about what systems need to be in place to make the achievement of those resolutions remotely possible. No wonder that before the end of January, most people become disillusioned and give up on their resolutions for that year.

I’ll give you an example. As a music educator, I have the privilege of interacting with many amazing families from all over the world, many of who, mostly, want the same thing. Well rounded children who excel in the arts as well as the sciences. They want to give their children as many skills as possible so they have options in life.

I fully understand that sentiment as a mother of three, now grown children.

What is often missing though is the parent’s understanding of how to sustain that dream over a long period of time.

The most successful music parents that I see are those who integrate the child’s music education as a lifestyle choice for the entire family. Not just for the child.

They are often within earshot of the lesson and / or practice. They regularly listen to the child’s practice and offer their suggestions or words of encouragement – you don’t have to be a trained muscian to be able to share a helpful comment!

The musical instrument is positioned in the heart of the home. Not in a dingy, underused and uderloved space which subconsciously communicates the idea that learning to play an instrument is a form of punishment.

I go into a lot more depth in this webinar – Successful Music Parenting.

In a nutshell, the less you focus on goals, and the more you focus on the systems and processes that are required for success, the more likely you will see the success you seek.

So parents, ditch the goals. Build the systems. And watch your babies soar!

My name is Kunbi Osinoiki, wife, mother, daughter and CEO of Kunbi’s Music Company.

No Resolutions This Year

It’s day 7 of 2024, and the only resolution I have made this year is to make none. I think New Year resolutions are overrated. Why wait 365 days to resolve to make a change when you can do that every minute of every day? This year, I resolve to be strong. To do many hard things – and win. That’s my anti-resolution in a nutshell.

What’s yours?

Transitioning…

All glory to God! Yesterday marked the end of our last Christmas term as parents of a school age child.

In 2023, we will slowly but surely experience more “last ofs” as we march inexorably towards the end of our daughter’s final year of secondary (high) schooling. How time flies. Exactly 25 years of nursery, primary and secondary schooling is coming to an end. A phase of life that was incredibly intense and exhausting, physically, emotionally and financially.

As we slowly emerge out of this phase of life, I am grateful to have done so with my hubby and closest friend still by my side. At one point in our lives, we didn’t think we would get through this phase of our parenting journey with our relationship intact. The fact that we will and that we eagerly anticipate doing life together as empty nesters is a testament to the grace, kindness and patience of God. He saw us through and He continues to be the anchor for our souls and our relationship.

Underneath all of who we are and who we are becoming are indeed the Everlasting Arms. ❤

It’s my birthday today.

And I am so grateful to God for the journey of the last 25 x 2 years.

As I look in the mirror, I see myself, 25 years ago, a first time mum to a three month old gorgeous boy with whom I was (and continue to be) besotted. I had just started a new role as an IT consultant with a firm in the UK and my husband was rapidly rising in his career at the time as an computer programmer. Three years later, I packed in my consultancy job to sing nursery rhymes to children, as I could not bear the thought of someone else looking after my son after school.

I bought into an early years music education franchise in the UK and I fell heads over heels in love with the work. Although the hours were long and the pay was a pittance, I drew strength from the joyful expressions on the faces of (most) of the mums and children whenever they came through the doors for their weekly singalong. I loved watching the children grow out of their car seats and start toddling around the room, paying no attention (it seemed) to my crashing cymbals and unending chorus of “Everybody do this”. I said to myself, I would do this for five years, until my little boy was attending school full time and then I would go back into the corporate world.

Fast forward to today, and I am still creating music learning experiences for children. I never did make it back into corporate life but I did spend some time in education, working in various schools in the UK, supporting children with special education needs and also as an administrator to busy special needs departments in schools.

I still love the way the process of learning music affects children’s lives in the most profound ways. I now have a team of passionate educators and administrators working with me to impact children’s lives through music and every single one of them are joyful witnesses to the power of music to change the narrative of children’s lives.

In 25 years time, on the third anniversary of my 25th birthday, when I look in the mirror again, I would love to gaze upon a sea of innumerable children whose lives and life outcomes have been transformed through music.

Too many children in my beloved home country and continent, have little or no experience of touching a musical instrument until their late teens. I know this because some of those children are on my team today, using the skills they first acquired in their late teens or as young adults.

Access to structured music making experiences are out of the reach of the majority of the Nigerian population, despite the huge impact that our music is having on the world.

So I wish to change that narrative for one child. I don’t know his or her name, I don’t know what they look like, but I do know that if they are able to connect with quality music learning experiences, it will change their life story forever.

I have no need for more clothes, shoes or bags. There are not enough days in the year to wear them all in any case. What I do need is your hand behind my back, propelling me forward towards touching one child’s life at a time, and helping that child to grow in confidence, character, cognition, creativity and courage.

My team and I will be grateful for every kobo, cent, pence, shillings, rupees or any currency that you can spare. Please email “Making A Difference” – mad@kunbismusiccompany.com to find out ways in which you can support this cause.

And thank you, for wishing me a happy 25th birthday – reloaded. :)x

When Life is Stranger than Fiction

In a few days time, it will be the 2nd anniversary of the day the Nigerian government announced the very first nationwide lockdown on account of the COVID pandemic.  

I remember the fear and uncertainty that many of us felt at the time. The worries around job security and concerns for the safety and wellbeing of our nearest and dearest.  The grief and loss that we experienced on so many levels – loss of liberty, livelihoods, lifestyles and loved ones.

Just when it seemed as if COVID was finally loosening it’s grip on our lives, we were hit by a tsunami of fuel scarcity, power cuts, rising inflation, plummeting foreign exchange rates, political uncertainty and a war that has the potential to engulf the entire planet. Nobody could have predicted any of this in February 2020!  

If only one could curl up in a ball and wait for the waves to blow over! Sadly, most of us haven’t got the luxury of time nor the means to remain in a foetal position for any length of time.  We are mandated by the pressures of our primal need for food, shelter and clothing to rise each morning, put one foot in front of the other, and try to navigate our way through the chaos, to make some meaning out of multiple meaningless situations.  

One thing that hasn’t changed however, is the power of music to lift the mood, elevate our perspective and let a glint of light through.  Music is able to transport us from a miserable place to one of deep joy and peace.  From sadness and sorrow to  quiet and rest. 

So I want to encourage you to make room for music in your lives at this time. Allow it to penetrate the walls of your home, bringing with it, tranquillity and peace. 

Follow the link below for a relaxing classical music playlist that you might enjoy.  Even if classical music is not your thing, today might be your lucky day!

My Gratitude Jar

Twenty-one ways in which I was blessed in 2021:

1. Emotional Healing

2. Reconciliation

3. Provision

4. Friendships

5. Vision

6. Courage

7. Creativity

8. Growth

9. Clarity

10. Destiny Helpers

11. New Experiences

12. Knowledge

13. Physical Healing

14. New Skills

15. New Connections

16. Renewed Faith

17. Fresh Revelations

18. Rekindled Love

19. Restoration

20. Amazing Books

21. Family Reunions

Thank you 2021. Much respect for the darkness and the pain. We pulled through by grace. We move forward in faith.

Hello 2022…. We here!