God's very own

    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...

       " Bisi wake up, pray " Bisi heard that same small still voice for the umpteenth time that midnight, how could she harken to the voice when her whole body was giving up? God knew she needed that rest, even the bible said the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak , her flesh was weak, what she needed at that time was sleep not prayers. She stretched carefully, she could feel the pain of the cramps shooting through her muscles, that was it! She pulled out the painkillers from her wardrobe, tossed some capsules on her lap and downed it with water from the bottle on her lamp stand. In no time she felt a little better, she laid down once again, mumbled a few words of prayer and drifted off to sleep.       She woke up the next morning with a worse health condition, she couldn't move anything from her lower limb downwards. "Abba why? Why add paralysis to my already thick list of sicknesses and disease, why Abba?" Bisi cried in anguish/agony. ...

                I know it's been more than a while,I agree, I plead guilty of the charges laid against me. I'm not going to argue of justify myself, I was wrong for neglecting you, I know I was busy with our podcast, but it's still not enough reason to leave you hanging. The good thing is we are back again ☺️, once again I am sorry for neglecting our blog. For our 'welcome back' blog post, we would be talking about something interesting, "Evangelism fright" .       We have all gotten stage frights at least once in our lives right? I know we like to form hard guy/girl but it's the truth. There was that one time we stood before people and it seemed as though the ground will open up and swallow us, that one time that it felt like the stage on which we stood was about to collapse. The truth is, stage fright is only a thing of the mind, that's why once we shut out the voice in our head, that voice telling us that we are not go...