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…
“I’m not here for any ritual. I’m here for something different,” the man said in his calm voice. His thick voice had to be censored so as not to pass the wrong message. His son, the direct opposite in that aspect, had no trouble trying to sound calm. “Stop pretending Step-daddy. I’ve talked to your…
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.
“The award of most dedicated newbie of the year goes to…” he slowed down, increasing the tension in the hall.
“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.”
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…
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
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…
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.
Kenny: I started thinking, “What can I offer to society?“ Hearty: Was your heart inclined towards what you’re going to do after you leave the school. Kenny: So many times. In my 400 level, which is the final stage in the school, I started thinking, “What can I offer to society, and what can I…
