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Unscripted’s Pilot Session is Now On The Project Salt TV

It is with Great joy that Unscripted, the spontaneous worship session we have been anticipating is now available for streaming on our YouTube channel “The Project Salt TV”.

We were unable to deliver on the set date due to negative externalities beyond our control; for this we are sorry. Thankfully, the pilot session featuring Jedidiah Olawale is now up and ready to bless you.

Lets meet our guest…

He is a professional Social Worker, itinerant Music Minister and Leader of The Word Group.
He’s ministry and profession are both tailored to cater to people in need of Jesus. As a social worker, he has handled cases such as addiction, abuse and has even had a personal battle with depression.
As an artiste, he makes Jesus the central theme of his music, using his voice to bless lives with songs.
As a teacher, he is sold out to the mandate of unveiling Jesus and his unconditional love to as many who do not truly know him.

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Jedidiah Olawale.

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Join us now as we engage in spontaneous outburst of psalms, hymns and spiritual songs here.


He knew the right thing to do
Shout for Jesus, the son of David to have mercy on Him.
He was there when the blind man screamed his name.
Perhaps he should jump and hold him as he passed by
Just as his neighbor, the woman with the issue of blood, did.
But he stayed rooted, eyes numb, tongue tied.
He tried to say the words but it choked him
“Ask Him for help!”, His mind screamed
But he couldn’t; they didn’t see the monster threatening him to keep shut
He couldn’t tell them that he had killed his fellow-man.
That He had done abominable things, too big to confess.
He could not tell them that even Jesus would be unable to stomach the stench of condemnation that hung on him.
Jesus was two feet away from Him and in terror, He fled.
Up into a tree, unable to look into a perfect God’s face.
Closing his eyes so tight, He tried to forget everything happening around him
The Monster. This Jesus. His mind. His family. Everyone!
Perhaps he should hang himself by dawn tomorrow. Or drown in the waters of Zarqa
“Breathe!” “Call Him!” “Say something.

He felt a hand touch his forehead, and saw the kindest eyes ever seen.
The savior beckoning him to come
“I must stay at your house today”, Jesus whispered…
He wept, He laughed, He made sounds of joy
He knew he would never be the same
He knew he was changed.

©Ayobami Ajayi

She’s a Son

Back in the days, while I was still an undergraduate, I worked for my father during the Holidays. He was a lawyer so I had to do a lot of PA work so it got to a point where I had to represent him at different functions since I was basically his only staff member. I don’t know if I should even be called staff, after all he wasn’t paying me shingbai.
I don’t know if it was my size or my face or my knowledge of his work but wherever I went to represent him, people always thought I was a lawyer and a big decision maker in my fathers “big” chambers so they accorded me serious respect and honour. In fact, whenever I insisted on any matter, they would go behind me, call my father and ask him to beg me to reconsider. Now,this is not a charge and bail something. I’m talking big companies, royalties and powerful people cos my father was into land law, contracts and agreements and other civil cases so I was getting respect from people I would normally prostrate for.
All the story is just to paint a picture of what sonship is ’cause thats what my assignment is today *Sonship in the Kingdom*.

I will not spend time discussing the fundamental aspects of sonship and kingdom, quoting all the scriptures where son of God appears so as not to make this write up too long. I will go straight to the misconceptions we Christians have on the concept of sonship.
The first is, “not every child of God is a son of God”. I used to think that immediately you accept Christ, you are a son of God but I stumbled on Gal 4:1-7 and I began to understand that I was yet a child of God, joint heir with Christ, heaven bound, but not yet a son.
African traditions align with this concept of sonship where the first available son bears the seal of his father and wherever he is, it is considered that the father is and whatever he says is considered the words of his father. The Kingdom of God however, conforms to this practice too though not gender specific i.e. even females can attain sonship.
Like the African traditions, not everybody in the family of Christ is a son even though everybody can be. *Being a child is a gift, being a son takes growth…deliberate growth*. We must strive to move from being a child to being a son. This leads us to he second issue…

Attaining Sonship is a decision.
This is because it is not an easy process. Being a child of God is a comfortable zone but being a son is a prestigious position attained over time, fellowship with the spirit, experiential knowledge of God and willingness to follow God blindly. Citing Rev Peter Brights sermon on “The Lord is My Shepherd “The Lord is My Shepherd”, that’s exactly how sons are made.

Let me rap this up by bringing the ultimate son, the first begotten, into the picture.
Jesus is God. He was God right from birth but he too had to attain sonship. This is because sonship as I earlier said is not gender oriented. So even though he was a male version of the word of God made flesh, he was yet to attain sonship till his baptism at Jordan.
Even Jesus had to put in the work. He spent about 3 days after the passover celebration researching the scriptures while his parents where on their way home. I wonder how a 12 year old boy intended to travel back home alone.
For about 30 years Jesus lived right with God under his parents and when he had grown in wisdom and in stature and in favour with God and men (Luke 2:52), he presented himself to be baptized after which he went into fasting to commence his ministry.
Notice that the two times God acknowledged the sonship of Jesus were the two times he made the most significant decisions as regards his relationship with his father (Luke 3:21-22 and Matt 17:1-9). The first time was when he accepted his mandate to represent his father on earth. The second time was when he was conferred with the old covenant so he could terminate it and bring in the new. So if Jesus had to strive for sonship, why should we be comfortable as children feeding on milk.

The question then is, “When do I know i have attained sonship?”. The truth is you may not hear a voice like Jesus did but there are certain thresholds you will cross that will indicate sonship. For me, the ultimate evidence is when you yield your life to God totally. It’s not a cliché, it’s not the sunday-sunday “I give myself away” process some Christians go through. it is the total yielding of your life to the service of the Kingdom. The jobs you take, the friends you keep, the person you marry, the words you speak, the life you live must radiate your alignment with the Kingdom. When you consider these things, it may make that decision though but trust me, its definitely worth it. Because as a son, you carry the authority of your father and in the words of Dunsin Oyekan “The word of God is as powerful in your mouth as it is powerful in God’s mouth”.

May we strive for sonship in God’s Kingdom henceforth in Jesus name.

© bigDan McDon

Escape to Captivity

I descend into darkest depths
My eyes twitching clear from the smoke of meth
The woes I try to shove into a suitcase out in the open
I laugh bleakly, how does a Bishop girl say that she was raped by her brothers
Or that She was warmth for her Dad on cold nights
My hand moves towards another dose
Real life issues, real life Kush
I smoke, this time too hard
And I feel the soot hit a nerve in my brain
My blood running cold, veins bulging out,
I hold a few of my sane thoughts before giving in to the insanity that grips me
I laugh consciously, I know I’d keep laughing awhile
I feel the heat of madness ravish my bones and I surrender in defeat…


© Ayobami Ajayi, 2018

She Saw Him

The little girl watched in silence as they ‘raped’ her mum
She winced as they slashed mercilessly with their words
If it were real, her mother would have been dead
Or maybe she was, for the woman stood silent, eyes numb
‘’You whore! You are beyond redemption”, they cried
“Shameless swine, your generation is cursed”
“How dare she sleep with the priest; she probably lured him with those lips”
“Take her to the square, stone her to death”
She watched them push her Mum; she saw them strip her naked
She watched them scour her pink lips with sharp sand till it turned bloody red
She followed them, noting their angry faces and vengeful hearts
She saw the priest join in beating the woman he kissed minutes ago
“Oh, there is Jesus. Let him judge her”, he taunted
“He would definitely kill her, smashing her brain with the stones of the temple”
“He knows the law of Moses, let him destroy her. Let him strike her till she dies”
She heard them explain to this man what her mother did
She saw him stare and move towards the ‘unclean woman’
She saw him drop the stone they thrust into His hands
She heard him say those words that saved her Mum;
“Let he who has never sinned cast the first stone”
She saw Jesus, she was never the same

© Ayobami Ajayi, 2018

Leave Pastors Alone!

For every 12 good men, there’s a Judas and for every 10 bad men, there’s a Reuben. Simply put, there’s always a guy with an ulterior motive amongst good guys and there’s always the guy with good intentions amongst the bad guys. For this breakdown, we will stick to the former as it is the best description of the state of Christianity today, especially in Africa.

It is undeniable that there are a lot of false teachers and preachers today. It is undeniable that some people who call themselves Pastors are just manipulative illusionists or straight up witch doctors in suits. However, it is also undeniable that most Pastors are actual Pastors called and sent by God to do what they do. Unfortunately we are at a time when the good guys are being gathered up with the bad and put under intense destructive criticism.

So the question now is, who is the good, who is the bad and how much criticism is good for them? Well there are scriptural indices we can use to distinguish between the right and the wrong but that’s not what this breakdown is about. This piece has a single purpose; to get us all to refrain from antagonising Pastors.

Any and every body who calls himself a Pastor is off limits. Leave hem alone. Let them be. Attacking them on any grounds is not your place. They hold a sacred position in the body of Christ and are directly responsible to God their boss. We can’t even attempt to discuss how much reference and honour we need to show Pastors in this piece; two things that are really deficient in the body of Christ today. The least we can do is to encourage you to refrain from criticising them.

Even if the Pastors are known illusionists and diabolic manipulators, you have no business calling them out. We are told in scriptures to stay away from them not to make it our mission to expose them. Keep your focus on Jesus, he’s all that matters.

If you genuinely feel that a friend or family member is being misinformed and manipulated by a false Pastor or a church, then the best way to help that person come to the knowledge of that description isn’t by speaking bad about the Pastor or the church. The best way is to help that person find Jesus for himself or herself. Bring them close to Jesus, teach them any time you can, show then scriptures to help them realise their errors not to counter their Pastor’s teachings. Just focus on Jesus and the light of God’s word will open his eyes.

Hope this breakdown has been helpful. Feel free to suggest any quote that need explanations. You can also read previous quote breakdowns and share with friends and family.


The monster gazed at me with an ugly smirk
His lips covered with blood and his claws so dark
I sang the words I had learnt just yesterday
“…No longer a slave to fear…A child of God?”
Puff! I gasped in pain
With His menacing blows, I laid on the floor slain
It was supposed to work right?
The words were supposed to take me on a flight
Far far away like Cinderella in the castle.
He walked away, having drunk his fill of me
He pulled my hair and promised another repeat…
This could not go on. What did I do wrong?
How do I escape? Where was the man with the white cape?
And sure enough He came…a figment or so I thought
“Did you use the word?” He asked me
“Of course I did”, I spat in disgust
I memorised them. I sang them. I whispered them.
He sighed…”Well, did you eat them? Till your spirit and soul were drunk with them?”
“Did you chew them deliberately? Till they became tattoos on your skin?”
“Did you become the word’s word? Till your heart rather than blood pumped the word’s ink?”
And sure enough I did
And with every gulp, my head rose up an inch
Yes! Yes! A Son….Not a slave, my Spirit renewed my mind
And this time I picked up my club…
Walked boldly into the enemy’s hub.
While I beamed this time, it was he who flinched.

© Ayobami Ajayi.