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Omojo: Building New Relationships is Not Fascinating Hearty: When you started thinking about plans after school, you must have resolved some plans. Do you mind sharing? Omojo: I have plans for after school. First, plans as regards my course of study—Microbiology. The first thing we are facing now is the issue of service, NYSC. While…
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…
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…
Prayers, prayers… On returning Home “Ah, Yemisi ti de patapata!” An excited acquaintance or neighbour would echo when told the news of your seemingly final return home from school. And after that would follow a stream of prayers which you have to shout “Amen” to. Not doing so might mean contempt of the human and the…
This story is not about mosquitoes and their blood-sucking colleagues. It’s neither about demons. It is about humans and their emotions. It is metaphoric, like some of the parables Jesus told. Humans will always act as humans, whether in the church, mosque or some other secular places. In a world which is our temporary home,…
E don tey wey me and you don jam for this space. Na exam I write write write oh. I say I no get time to dey write again. For how many months wey he be like that? I con tell myself “After exam, you go con resume.” Na wetin I think be that. But…
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…
“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…
The eye is the lamp of the body: when your eye is clear, your whole body also is full of light… “What do you see?” Grandma Agbaje pointed at the small window to her right and returned her gaze to those of us in her teenage Sunday school class. Our gazes moved to the window,…
“Hi,” “Hello,” It was a weird conversation with a stranger down the winding staircase. It felt good. Sunday arrived early and in sync with the soft instrumental escaping from the second floor. It preluded the start of service. Sunday was Sabbath. It was a special day of rest when people poured out the streets in…
