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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.
While many people had changed their phone ringing tones to “odun nlo sopin o baba rere”, Favour changed hers to “vindicate me oh lord,” an extract from an audio Bible.
She went back to her seat and fiddled with a pen. The director instinct in her told her that the culprit had to return the stolen money and shamefully asked to leave the company. But, her thoughts were going on a different lane.
“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.”
“Papa. Please. I assure you that she’s with Jesus. If you keep up your relationship with Jesus, I believe you’d meet your Yoruba queen in heaven. Hmmn.”
