<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663087929704484623</id><updated>2024-10-24T07:18:44.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future Is Brighter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Man of Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440455086906480636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eJVooP11d7PBYFg1CSu4Wc9mHcRXbDDcawVi3PkYLlS6KVoz7fNexBjpHa0FyOBkuD366zCLgjGiBbNmHCGMVjT7VkdaVlQ7UsdmjOfmsizlu_dnFW2Q2D7-hwhSg/s220/IMAG0006+%281%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663087929704484623.post-1803682694998023295</id><published>2012-10-26T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-26T22:34:03.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear! A recipe for greatness</title><summary type="text">
Have
you noticed people who are unaware they are sick and the day they become aware
of their sick state that is when they start feeling very sick? I heard of a guy
who has HIV for God knows when and not until the day he was told of his status
(through his girlfriend) did he began to feel sick. I have heard of people who
while climbing a tall mountain become afraid only when they look down. Many
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1803682694998023295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/10/fear-recipe-for-greatness.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/1803682694998023295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/1803682694998023295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/10/fear-recipe-for-greatness.html' title='Fear! A recipe for greatness'/><author><name>Man of Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440455086906480636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eJVooP11d7PBYFg1CSu4Wc9mHcRXbDDcawVi3PkYLlS6KVoz7fNexBjpHa0FyOBkuD366zCLgjGiBbNmHCGMVjT7VkdaVlQ7UsdmjOfmsizlu_dnFW2Q2D7-hwhSg/s220/IMAG0006+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663087929704484623.post-8469321072541734539</id><published>2012-10-23T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-23T11:20:15.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When trusting is difficult</title><summary type="text">Sometimes it’s so difficult to trust especially when one has had nasty situations with life, God, events and relationships and even with certain people.&amp;nbsp; The ability to trust in the face of disappointing situations has been handled by many differently. By reason of such situations, many have placed a guard over themselves and as such become cautious or suspicious over similar or near similar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8469321072541734539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/10/when-trusting-is-difficult.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/8469321072541734539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/8469321072541734539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/10/when-trusting-is-difficult.html' title='When trusting is difficult'/><author><name>Man of Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440455086906480636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eJVooP11d7PBYFg1CSu4Wc9mHcRXbDDcawVi3PkYLlS6KVoz7fNexBjpHa0FyOBkuD366zCLgjGiBbNmHCGMVjT7VkdaVlQ7UsdmjOfmsizlu_dnFW2Q2D7-hwhSg/s220/IMAG0006+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663087929704484623.post-1035607343374305774</id><published>2012-08-25T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-25T18:22:27.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Too Shall Pass: Part 2</title><summary type="text">
It was on a Thursday, Obafemi Awolowo University just had their mid semester exams and most students went home to chill and cool off while I stayed behind for internship orientation. Immediately I finished eating at the new ‘Buka’ (cafeteria), I proceeded to my room at ETF hall (one of the student’s dorm) which was a stone throw to the new ‘buka’. Opening the door of the room was standing in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1035607343374305774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/08/this-too-shall-pass-part-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/1035607343374305774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/1035607343374305774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/08/this-too-shall-pass-part-2.html' title='This Too Shall Pass: Part 2'/><author><name>Man of Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440455086906480636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eJVooP11d7PBYFg1CSu4Wc9mHcRXbDDcawVi3PkYLlS6KVoz7fNexBjpHa0FyOBkuD366zCLgjGiBbNmHCGMVjT7VkdaVlQ7UsdmjOfmsizlu_dnFW2Q2D7-hwhSg/s220/IMAG0006+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663087929704484623.post-7342345740278112079</id><published>2012-08-16T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-17T21:41:49.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Too Shall Pass</title><summary type="text">


Today during a walk after a tiring job at the
lab, I sat down in one of the pavements at Louisville’s citadel of learning.
The cool provided by the shady trees that played host to both birds and timid
squirrels amused my already thoughtful heart and in no time I fell into a deep
reverie. My thoughts pierced into time past, of my growing up days in Nigeria
and the stories my folks shared. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7342345740278112079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/08/this-too-shall-pass_16.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/7342345740278112079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/7342345740278112079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/08/this-too-shall-pass_16.html' title='This Too Shall Pass'/><author><name>Man of Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440455086906480636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eJVooP11d7PBYFg1CSu4Wc9mHcRXbDDcawVi3PkYLlS6KVoz7fNexBjpHa0FyOBkuD366zCLgjGiBbNmHCGMVjT7VkdaVlQ7UsdmjOfmsizlu_dnFW2Q2D7-hwhSg/s220/IMAG0006+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663087929704484623.post-8452387546050809946</id><published>2012-08-04T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-04T12:04:44.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reuben the cursed son of Jacob</title><summary type="text">

It was yesterday or was it not?
Your voice echoed through your pen
The ink glued to time and memories
Like the running night clouds when
The swift east wind wakes the sun

It is today, yes just today
Your pen echoes through your voice
Like the noisy okpolokpolo in Osho-drive’s chest
The lyric of which there’s no dance step
But bile mingled with disgust to our already flaccid legs

It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8452387546050809946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/08/reuben-cursed-son-of-jacob.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/8452387546050809946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/8452387546050809946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/08/reuben-cursed-son-of-jacob.html' title='Reuben the cursed son of Jacob'/><author><name>Man of Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440455086906480636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eJVooP11d7PBYFg1CSu4Wc9mHcRXbDDcawVi3PkYLlS6KVoz7fNexBjpHa0FyOBkuD366zCLgjGiBbNmHCGMVjT7VkdaVlQ7UsdmjOfmsizlu_dnFW2Q2D7-hwhSg/s220/IMAG0006+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663087929704484623.post-8357934279902216239</id><published>2012-07-13T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-13T17:34:25.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breeding Suspicion: Part 2</title><summary type="text">


The story continues on breeding suspicion. Last week, I looked at the effect of lies in a relationship in regards to breeding suspicion. I will look at two other attitudes that breed suspicion, and I do hope you open your heart as you read.

Lack Of Commitment
There are so many books and write-ups on commitment whether to a relationship, communal development or personal growth as such I am not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8357934279902216239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/07/breeding-suspicion-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/8357934279902216239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/8357934279902216239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/07/breeding-suspicion-part-2.html' title='Breeding Suspicion: Part 2'/><author><name>Man of Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440455086906480636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eJVooP11d7PBYFg1CSu4Wc9mHcRXbDDcawVi3PkYLlS6KVoz7fNexBjpHa0FyOBkuD366zCLgjGiBbNmHCGMVjT7VkdaVlQ7UsdmjOfmsizlu_dnFW2Q2D7-hwhSg/s220/IMAG0006+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663087929704484623.post-8706601007769611427</id><published>2012-07-05T17:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-05T17:51:57.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breeding Suspicion Part 1</title><summary type="text">Husband comes home late at night and quietly opens the door to his Bedroom. From under the blanket he sees four legs instead of two. He reaches for a Baseball Bat and starts hitting the blanket as hard as he can. Once he&#39;s done, he goes to the kitchen to have a drink. As he enters, he sees his wife there, reading a magazine. &quot;Hi Darling&quot;, she says, &quot;Your parents have come to visit us, so l let </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8706601007769611427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/07/breeding-suspicion-part-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/8706601007769611427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/8706601007769611427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/07/breeding-suspicion-part-1.html' title='Breeding Suspicion Part 1'/><author><name>Man of Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440455086906480636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eJVooP11d7PBYFg1CSu4Wc9mHcRXbDDcawVi3PkYLlS6KVoz7fNexBjpHa0FyOBkuD366zCLgjGiBbNmHCGMVjT7VkdaVlQ7UsdmjOfmsizlu_dnFW2Q2D7-hwhSg/s220/IMAG0006+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663087929704484623.post-292247933836974083</id><published>2012-06-28T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-28T17:05:18.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programming Your Thoughts For Difference</title><summary type="text">
I have learnt by experience that &#39;He who shy being different cannot make the difference.&#39; I have always believed that everyone has something tangible to offer irrespective of who they are and what failures they have experienced. I shall be discussing this line of thought as it applies to our everyday life weekly. In the mean time, hear what Max Lucado has to say about making the difference.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/feeds/292247933836974083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/06/programming-your-thoughts-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/292247933836974083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/292247933836974083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/06/programming-your-thoughts-for.html' title='Programming Your Thoughts For Difference'/><author><name>Man of Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440455086906480636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eJVooP11d7PBYFg1CSu4Wc9mHcRXbDDcawVi3PkYLlS6KVoz7fNexBjpHa0FyOBkuD366zCLgjGiBbNmHCGMVjT7VkdaVlQ7UsdmjOfmsizlu_dnFW2Q2D7-hwhSg/s220/IMAG0006+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663087929704484623.post-2523727735555443986</id><published>2012-06-21T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-21T16:46:31.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Positive Thinking</title><summary type="text">
When I finish this note I will give it a title. Each morning when I rush to the bathroom to shower, I will always mutter these words as I stare at the bathroom-mirror naked...I AM THE BEST. Do they have any effect on me? Do I feel good when I say them or am I just joking or playing with words? The answers to these questions I hope you will find as you read on.

In his Rich Dad series, Robert </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2523727735555443986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/06/beyond-positive-thinking.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/2523727735555443986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663087929704484623/posts/default/2523727735555443986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otomobs.blogspot.com/2012/06/beyond-positive-thinking.html' title='Beyond Positive Thinking'/><author><name>Man of Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07440455086906480636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7eJVooP11d7PBYFg1CSu4Wc9mHcRXbDDcawVi3PkYLlS6KVoz7fNexBjpHa0FyOBkuD366zCLgjGiBbNmHCGMVjT7VkdaVlQ7UsdmjOfmsizlu_dnFW2Q2D7-hwhSg/s220/IMAG0006+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>