Walk the Talk

“God, please, just this once”, I said desperately. I was walking around in town, hoping to bump into someone – anyone - I know. Why? I needed cash… Your right eyebrow probably just lifted by an inch. Hold on. Let me finish. I needed cash because I had gone to the post office to buy a postal order, but then was told items like that could only be paid for in cash. Which I didn’t have on me. Because I get by well enough with my debit card. So, then, as I roamed around town prayi

James took a deep breath as he finally brought his red Rolls Royce to a halt. How did he get into this mess? He had never done community service before and had no idea what to expect. Stepping out morosely, he retrieved the items he had specially prepared for this event from the back seat: Five face masks, three hair nets, a long pole, a shovel, eight pairs of gloves, a first aid box, knee-high svelte boots, khaki overalls, two pairs of swimming goggl es—plus a spare one jus

After being out of school for about 8 months because of the nationwide strike embarked upon by federal universities' staff, a lot of students all over Nigeria were anxious to resume when the strike was called off. This became very obvious to me as classmates who had long forgotten that I existed suddenly started reaching out to “check up on me”. After which of course they proceeded to ask if I could send my notes from school and some practice questions. Lol. I didn't kid myse

How long does it take you to adjust to your surroundings when you wake from a deep sleep? For me, it takes about 3 minutes. Which is enough time for a robber to get me on my knees and shoot me in the head Or for a black, fat, venomous snake to bite me in the heel Or for an army of soldier ants to completely cover me Or for a fire to break out and engulf me But, none of this has happened And none will, by God's grace. Know how I'm so sure? • “Behold, He who keeps Isra

Heart heavy, I close my eyes And let my thoughts wander on a starry night Soul searching, I long for the keys That hold the power to my mind's release Heart breaking, I ache for peace As I ponder the things that have gone amiss Distance widening, I gasp at the shut door Why have I done this to my Creator? Perhaps it was out of fear Of both the known and the unknown, that has brought me here Or perhaps it was out of worry Based on a baseless ideology Or maybe even out of doubt

Eleven month old Caleb's heart sank gradually as he watched his father position him then take one step away from him. Then another. Then another. Then he stopped. Caleb stared into his father's expectant dark brown eyes and outstretched arms, wondering why his father had given him this unsolicited mission. Sure, he had been propping himself up against furniture and had taken just a few steps the other day while holding onto his mother's hands, but he wasn't ready for this. “