THE PLAYLIST CHAPTER FIVE
“Who are you? Why are you here? Are you the one he sent to kill me?” Bimbo asked, teary-eyed. “No, Bimbo.” The Holy Spirit sent me here. Even I don’t understand why I’m here.”
“Who are you? Why are you here? Are you the one he sent to kill me?” Bimbo asked, teary-eyed. “No, Bimbo.” The Holy Spirit sent me here. Even I don’t understand why I’m here.”
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…
“Sister Bimbo,” he called, before realizing that he didn’t know what appropriate prefix to add to her name. “Sister Bimbo,” he called again. He placed his ear on the door to listen to whatever she had to say. All he heard was the loud song.
Bimbo threw the clothes from the previous day’s washing off the wooden chair opposite her bed. She picked up the medium-sized music box off the table and sat on the chair. She cradled it in her hands like a most prized treasure, closed her eyes and smiled sadly. Bimbo opened her eyes as if she…
The music boomed from the ground floor of Deacon Samson’s storey building. The house was meant for tenants, and it had become a routine for the one-week long tenant to wake the entire occupants of the only storey building along Alagbayun Street with her loud songs.
If uniqueness was all about the name, you should start wondering why you can find at least ten people with the same name as you in the country where you reside. The only man that God gave the name that is greater than all other names still has namesakes. Look up the internet for a…
“Oh yeah,” Tonia says tiredly, twirling her index finger in a circular motion in the air. Sitting down and doing nothing wasn’t her hobby but it seems that it’s the only thing she has been consistent at in the past few days. “Hmmmn, arrgh, hmm.” The deep groans did not sound as if they were…
27th December 2020
Jesus’s birthday was just a few days ago. I didn’t even see the change in season. Save for a few neighbours who brought us Christmas food. I’m not complaining. Well, maybe I am. Just penning my thoughts.
The Master of Ceremony’s voice boomed even in the corridor that led to the Chairman’s office. Favour continued to praise God in her heart. Despite being the queen of persuasion, the chairman agreeing to play according to her plan had been a miracle.
“The award of most dedicated newbie of the year goes to…” he slowed down, increasing the tension in the hall.