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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…
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…
My Daddy-Longlegs When I was a little girl, my whole world went at a pleasantly slow pace. It was endless days of wanting to be an adult. And the calmness and stability of that little world seemed to last forever. The hopeful days of waiting and the protection from my parents from what the world…
The period when women were told to be silent in the church was over. This was what Aunty thought before returning home to Naija. Unpacking her luggage, she thought about the foremost thing she wanted to do. She would show up in church, the home church she’d been nostalgic about in the UK. Life as…
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…
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.
