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...