Dear Bisola, I miss you. Right now, I’m on my bed thinking of you and wondering when you’ll return from your trip to Kunshawa. It’s been five days since I heard your sweet voice. Fine, I know you told me to expect a break in communication but I can’t imagine I’ll not be able to …
Towards the end of last year, I was confused about a certain area of my life’s purpose. I knew what God wanted me to do with my life but I was stuck somewhere in the middle. For days, I prayed for clarity and sought God’s direction. Everything seemed blurred. You remember how Jesus touched the …
At the moment I’m reading Francine Rivers latest book, ‘The Masterpiece.’ This is the second time I’ll be reading it and this time, I noticed some details I missed out at the first. Anyway, I got to this part where the friends of the main character, Grace, registered her on a christian dating site without …
I returned from the market tired and worn out. Thank God my husband was home. He met me at the door and took the sacks from my hands to the kitchen where we began to offload the things I had bought. ‘Imagine, I bought the onions for 2k.’ My huband’s eyes widened. ‘You don’t mean …
Two months after I arrived the National Christian Corpers Fellowship (Nccf) family house in Gboko, a strong wind of attraction for Kunle blew my heart away… Imagine, it started from a morning devotion. If you are familiar with Nccf, you can tell how terrible we look on those mornings, faces swollen, mouth smelling, eyes dull….and …
There was this sister who attended this Bible believing assembly. She was very dedicated to God’s work. I mean you couldn’t catch her doing anything outside morality. Her confidence and poise amazed us. No hair out of place. She knew the right words to say and at the right time….and she knew the Word…She breathes …
Have you met Sister ‘it’s-not-his-fault’ before? You haven’t? Alright. Let me make a formal introduction. Sister It’s-not-his-fault is a young vibrant lady. A graduate of physics with high prospects. She is crazy about one tall muscled-six pack brother like that. What’s that his name again? We call him Brother Dan. Bro Dan is the head …
Three brothers converge at bro Femi’s house for their usual brotherly chat. For some months they’ve not been able to meet and so this public holiday presented a beautiful time for some deep talk. Femi, the host, sat on the bed and opened the floor when Peter asked him, how far? Now let me tell …