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The worship leader collected the wired microphone from the prayer coordinator, who had set the atmosphere burning with some capital tongue speaking in the rented hall. “Lerogete aikolema ribainda, Endoskelesh endoski barabai!” He had declared with ferocity and some vibration of hands. One could see that the few members who came to church early had…
My Daddy-Longlegs When I was a little girl, my whole world went at a pleasantly slow pace. It was endless days of wanting to be an adult. And the calmness and stability of that little world seemed to last forever. The hopeful days of waiting and the protection from my parents from what the world…
Prayers, prayers… On returning Home “Ah, Yemisi ti de patapata!” An excited acquaintance or neighbour would echo when told the news of your seemingly final return home from school. And after that would follow a stream of prayers which you have to shout “Amen” to. Not doing so might mean contempt of the human and the…
With no more questions and answers from either of them, Sandra had to leave. The burden had been shared and halved. Sandra walked sadly to the church to join her parents with a lot of questions on her mind. She now had a reason to go to church. Bimbo sat in the same position till…
“Miss Director. I know what you’re up to. Dressing all fancy throughout this week. You should consider stepping down from being a director. That icy feel your appearance used to have isn’t there anymore.”
“The award of most dedicated newbie of the year goes to…” he slowed down, increasing the tension in the hall.
Have you ever had a knot in your chest that you cannot make head or tail of? Or you know you are badly in need of solitude. Or you have ideas in your head that you need to make into a concrete plan. You might just need to ask yourself some right questions that would…
By Precious Olaleye Confession: I love God with my whole heart,I love God in the good times and even during the bad times I believe that God’s words still stand
Sandra came out of the station then. She looked at Mr Adegoke and shook her head. She didn’t believe all that she had been told by the police. “Your persuasive skills are great sir,” She told him and left, Bimbo’s phone in her hands.
“I used to say that if you had come as a boy, you would still be the same you. You’re doing so well, you would easily outrun men of your age,” he shifted on his chair. “that hasn’t changed, but in truth, you’re trying way too hard. What point are you trying to prove still?”
