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Bimbo opened her eyes quickly. The knock came rapidly again. Bimbo was already up on her feet. Her hands now seemed to have a mind of their own – they vibrated seriously. “If this man gets in here, he’s not going to kill only me, he’ll do the same to you. Do you have anyone…
Mrs Elihana’s thoughts were muddled up. She looked at Bimbo who had placed her head on her shoulder. Not only had her ex-husband’s mistake hurt her, but he had also gone ahead to hurt a younger version of her in more profound ways. If only she had handled things better before the divorce, just maybe….
“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.”
Apologies to any Sade reading this. This Sade is just a normal young Christian going through after-COVID everyday life as observed by the author. Thanks.
Blood sucking demons Mosquitoes, lice, and bed bugs, you hate them all. Yesterday, you swatted an overly excited anopheles with your bare hands, but it danced out of your grasp, singing the same annoying song you didn’t want to hear. You clapped for it, hoping that the performance would end, but she went ahead to…
Peace: You can try out your sabificate Hearty: Have you been thinking about life after school? Peace: I have been thinking about life after school since months ago. I see the future bright, I see God helping me in the future. By the grace of God, God has been helping me to put some plans…
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…
I’m living my best life. Freshly squeezed bitterleaf juice in one hand, thoughts of recent events in my head, and the soft melody of soothing voices from my radio kept me snuggled in the corner of my bed. I watched the rays of light that I hoped would touch my yellowing philodendron bounce off and…
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.
“Calm down now. Your phone selfie camera is on. Look into it and act like you’re enjoying the drip. Drip drip,” Eucharia said to herself, batting her eyelashes at the camera. Ifeanu rolled her eyes as both walked down the road to Chapel. “Drip ko. In this land of UI. Two weeks of school stress…
