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Bisade sat in the front row of the church’s pew, smiling goofily as the pastor pronounced her sister and bro Mathew husband and wife. Her smile even grew wider when the new couple was asked to kiss; she didn’t know when she said aloud what she was thinking in her mind, "God, when?” She looked sideways to see her friend Anthonia giving her the look, and knowing what Anthonia was about to say, she lipsynced along with her as she rolled her eyeball and said, "Daughter soon!” Like Bisade, time after time we ask ourselves this question, hoping to receive an answer from God. More than a normal slang or joke, this question has become real in the hearts of many, eating them up daily. We ask this question when we’re faced with difficulties, when we’re stuck, or when we see others excelling or doing things we want to do. Awning over people’s achievements and spouses is not bad, but you start to cross the line when you begin to overadmire and desire what is not God’s will for you, wanti...

    Yahweh's Protection: The story of a missing child   Andrea walked out of her house to her rowdy street while holding her 4-year-old daughter by the hand. It was a few days to the new year, and she needed to travel to her mother-in-law's place in Saki as it was a yearly ritual for the whole family to spend the new year at "Grandma's." Her husband had gone a few days before to test the waters and see if the environment was conducive enough for their little beanie. Bag strapped firmly to her back, a small travel bag in her left hand, and her daughter's hand fitting perfectly into her right hand, Andrea found her way to the bike spot. On a normal day, she would take a tricycle (Keke napep), but she was running late that day, and if she didn't find a bike in time, the train would zoom off without her and Samantha, her little bundle of joy. After carefully scanning the faces of the bike men, she finally found one that looked calm enough to not drive roughly....

 THE CHRISTMAS REDEMPTION Bobade walked out of the prison with his bible sitting pretty in the back pocket of his trousers. He walked out a free man, along with a few of his buddies who had survived the 30 torturous years in prison. Continue reading to unravel the story of Bobade before prison. ******************************************** The sound of bangers Bottles clicking in bar houses Broken bottles on the street Blood flowing on the street of Igbeba.     How can a bloody battle of fists, bottles, planks, and knives take place in such beautiful scenery? The sight of the blood the earth was slowly drinking up as if to fully savor the taste bore a striking similarity to the red lights hung all over the corners of the street, almost above the roofs of people's houses. Red and green flowery designs were all over the place; the Christmas tree that stood right at the corner of the street, beside the bar, was already smeared with blood. How ironic that a bloody street fight...

BREAKING URIEL Broken, shattered and lost, Uriel sat at the first row of the church pew on Sunday morning. He would have been home sleeping or seeing seasonal movies again but for the persistent disturbance of his mother. Sitting at the front seat next to his mother, Uriel stared straight into the preacher's eye hoping to find peace, truth and some sort of consolation. The glassy eyes of the preacher seemed to break him, "how could a preacher be so passionate about God" he thought. He wondered why someone would get emotional while speaking about a wooden cross. To him it was just normal wood that could be replicated anytime but the preacher kept on hammering on the efficacy of a cross. He snorted and muttered " cut that crap, how can a wooden cross save me? The same wooden cross that couldn't save the Christ? Y'all are too dumb."  He made a move to stand from his seat and head out but a warm hand stopped him, he didn't need any soothsayer to tell him...

        Her heart kept beating rapidly; she had just escaped what would have been a ghastly car accident. She wondered why the headlights of her car suddenly tripped off; they were working fine before she left her office. One minute, she was nodding her head to the rhythm of what she'd describe as Rema's dopest ep, 'Raves and Roses'. The next minute, she could see nothing in front of her, and the next thing she knew was that she was speeding over a bump she didn't even know existed. Next, her car crashed into a tree. She didn't know whether to thank the tree for saving her from an untimely death or to get down from her car and headbutt the tree for destroying her car. She settled for the former. She put on her phone torchlight and got down to see how far the damage caused by the tree was. Surprisingly, her car was very fine. It just had a slight scratch on it. She said a word of prayer, thanking God for helping her avert unexpected expenses, after which she plac...

             Walking down her lonely estate road at midnight, Temitope opened her mouth wide in an attempt to cry out loudly but her voice only came out as a whisper "Why hast thou forsaken me lord, where were you when he got custody of my kids" . She stumbled as her foot hit a stone in the middle of the road, unable to hold her stance, she fell hard on her face, the stinging sensation from the scratch on her knees and her elbow propelled her to sit up but she had no strength in her. She laid there crying bitterly, waiting for a saviour to come for her but no one showed up. After about 10 minutes, she gathered energy to stand up, the scratch had started giving out blood, she was tired. Temitope managed to stumble back into her apartment after a 10 minute 'limp walk',she wondered how she thought walking on the lonely street at midnight would relieve her stress, what if she met death standing in the middle of the road. She shook her head as if to tell he...