Read: Dear Franca Series: Divorce is not an option? Century Hotel. Boardroom. Dolapo walked into the boardroom in a blue gown and six inch high heels shoes. She waved at Deji, the graphics designer who was laughing at whatever the chief editor was saying. Her eyes shifted to the other side of the boardroom. The web developer, Mary sat in front of a dell laptop, pointing at the laptop screen and...
Recently, Lawrence Oyor came out on facebook to declare that he was no longer single and that all the sisters already carrying divine leading in their hearts for him should look elsewhere. ‘This boy is not single!!’ Lawrence announced. You’d be surprised that some sisters will still not give up. It’s then you’ll start hearing words like ‘I heard God!’ ‘I’m very sure of what God said to me.’...
Bunmi slid her hand down to my chest but just before it reached my thigh, I grabbed her hand and pushed it away. She hissed and cat-walked to her seat. It took several seconds to stop the effect that touch had on me. My body shook with physical desire. Bunmi was an attractive young woman and one of the smartest women I’ve ever met. With a skin that glowed and contours firm enough to send a man’s...
I was washing my clothes at the back of the hostel when I heard some sisters from my fellowship talking about a brother. His name is Joshua. I was in 400level when Joshua got admission into my school. We lived in the same area in Lagos and his mother had assigned me the duty of a guardian. I had to leave home before the resumption date to help him with the registration process. It was such a...
I’ve not eaten any home-made meal in three days. I can’t believe it myself because I don’t play with good food. I’m the kind of girl who’ll prepare edikaikong and semo the night before a major exam. I still remember the shock on the faces of my friends when on the morning of CHM 115 exam, I rushed to the market to purchase ingredients for fried rice. I figured since the exam was for 3p.m...
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 talk to you for another two weeks. Which of the villages have you moved to now? When will...
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 eyes of that blind man and he saw men like trees? That was how it was for me. I knew I was close to my...
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 her consent. In another part of town, some of the youth members of a...
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 it. 2k? This small thing?’ I smiled. ‘Onions is expensive now o. Even rice...
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 yet that was how I couldn’t get Kunle out of my...
