Over The Counter

Do you know a household brand? Or name.  A household name.  Do you?

Ow yes.  We’re back!  It’s been a month.  Of learning and perfecting the skill. But we’re back! Thank you for holding. 😄

Where were we? Oh yes.  Household name.  Like kiwi.  The shoe polish.  You’ll hear “Nunua ile kiwi ya Lude” (is lude still in production though? I remember its acrid smell. Oi! 😵) ama you’ll be sent to buy omo ya blue (to mean toss. The blue one that we all used at St. Matthews mixed boarding primary school). That in simple language is a household name.  How I will say bring me soda, and you’ll get me something from the Coca-Cola company.  Forget that akina mirinda et al are still outchea. (always wanted to say that 😁)
Household name. What you’d ask for over the counter, and are not afraid. Because its the most honourable thing to ask for. It’s what you know.  It might not be the cheapest option, but it’s the best. It’s been recommended a million times, and everyone uses it.  Either because it’s perfect, or even though it may be flawed, and sometimes annoying, it is the best option for you.  And you know it.  Like asking someone whether they have “Mpesa ya airtel”. That kind of thing. 

Imagine my excitement when I found God’s name being described as such. 

” GOD, brilliant Lord, yours is a household name.” [Psalm 8:1 MSG]

I was actually at a kesha when I checked this rendition.  Ofcourse I had to know what the KJV says, among others. 

” O LORD, our Lord, How excellent [is] Your name in all the earth, Who have set Your glory above the heavens!” [NKJV]


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“… O Lord our Lord, how admirable is thy name in the whole earth! For thy magnificence is elevated above the heavens.” [Douay-Rheims]

For the MSG paraphrase to settle on ‘household name’, they considered the book meaning, 
person or thing that is well known by the public “
And figured, who better than God?!

The ancestors encountered Him. Physically even. They wrestled with Him.  Conversed with Him, asking Him to show them His Glory. They argued cases for humanity with Him.  They basked in the heat of fiery furnaces with Him, and came out unscorched.  Not even with the smell of fire on them.  They chilled in the lions’ lounge with Him and walked out unscathed. They won battles against giants alongside Him.  They came close to death but never did taste it, with Him. They prayed the sun still, to Him,  one whole day it did not set. They lost everything they ever had.  Got sick and were in pain, but never once did they doubt His restoring power.  They stayed in bellies of big fish,  and never once ran out of faith in His power to not only hear prayer, but also act on it. They commanded death out of water, and reclaimed lost property, with Him. They gave women their children back .  They raised the dead in His name. Through active fellowship with Him, they cast out devils. These our ancestors. They walked tall.  Because of Him.  They endured suffering and shame, and never once contemplated walking out on Him.  Because they knew Him that they had believed. And were persuaded that He is able. Well able.  They walked in Him,  and their shadows left healing in their wake. They we’re broken out of prison! And beheld iron gates open of their own accord. Automation even in that age, because of Him.  That, and so much more.  They went ahead, and under the inspiration of His Spirit, they put it down. In a powerful, awe-inspiring book. Redolent with the aroma of life. For anytime reference. Lest we forget.  As we so often do. To be passed on to posterity. All the while, God’s plan holding up.  A perfect means for Him to make His name admirable.  To Elevate His magnificence above the heavens.  To fill the earth with His Glory .

God. Our choicest. Our God.  Faithful and true.  Our household name.  Proven throughout the generations.  It’d be a shame if we asked for another option of the same.  “Give me God, the one that can respond on twitter and facebook. And blesses me on my ability to like and type amen”  or “Give me God, only the one that I have to spend money on, to entreat”  or something as absurd. 

God.  The one of the Holy Scriptures. That says “Come” Tenderly. Gently.  That says “Ask” even over the counter. His counter. Without a prescription. Zero complications. Simple instructions. That undiluted one.  That living and breathing one. That relentless and brave one.  Whose name is a household name.  Give me that God. 


  1. He says ask even without a prescription.. Atsiii..You gotta love Him.. Give me That God whose name is above every other name.. That God who nothing is too difficult for Him… That God who is a very present help when in trouble… That God that knew me before I was born and knows me by name.. That God whose love for me never fades even when I fail Him many times… Eishhhh This My God oooh(Insert Nigerian accent) He is beyond amazing… I can’t have enough of Him. You are blessed Mwashi.. Thanks for posting this.


  2. What a profound truth,God before time,that one who created Heaven and the earth.Its amazing that He knows us well.Hebrews 4:16(NLT)-So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.
    If i may add,this piece just drove the point Home.I vividly recall how once,twice,many times I have heard not one but several (of advanced age) kikuyu ladies pray and say ‘Ngai wa Isiraeli’,yes that one God,it always reminds me that they are absolutely sure that that God answers.He did it to the Israelites and He still does today.In that assurance we enter rest.Thanks sir,for this piece of wisdom.


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