The story started with a simulation of what people call capital tongues from the prayer cord. Yeah, just like the stereotypes, he is a guy. And from the concave lenses of Sayo, the story continues. We see a beautifully dressed female chorister take the microphone to lead the worship. Only later did we know the…
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…
Church Chronicles is currently on its 7th lap. That means we have seven whopping stories with “Church Chronicles” as its umbrella. But right now, we’re taking a short pause to reflect. It’s just right to say we’re on Sabbath. We want reviews of any of the Church Chronicles to date from you, our reader. Don’t…
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.
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.
One score and two, United and standing…these tush themes were dancing around in my head till “let it shine” stuck as chewing gum does to cloth. I don’t know how you hear from God, but I knew this was it when it was it—the final word. Shining your light might mean doing what others can’t…
Femi’s father turned to leave Bimbo’s private hospital room. She was asleep when he came to check how she was doing. “Can you please call me when she is awake?” he asked a nurse on duty. “The patient in room 5?”
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.
Dear Ma, I was twenty when I found your voice on radio, Irin Ajo Eda on Raze FM. I still remember the rhythm of your laughter that floated between adverts, the pauses that carried more truth than words. You lived up to your name: Adetayo, obinrin ti n b’afefe rin, the woman who soars with…
It is understandable now that we are in women’s history month to talk about a woke subject–feminism. It was scary and somewhat brave to broach this topic, as it is a sensitive one that is more often than not spoken about among church ladies. It’s not for a lack of them not being aware of…
