I didn’t plan to pass the night at Niyi’s even though on two occasions, I’d watched movies all through the night in his cosy living room, while he filled his bed room with snores… This beautiful night wasn’t going to be different at all, I told myself.
I washed d food flask with which I brought the efo and fufu I prepared. I thought he’d come to my place as usual, but he pleaded with me to bring the food instead, since he was glued 2 his chair,in front of his television and his eyes popped out as though they would drop any moment, just because of some football match. Whilst doing the dishes, I remembered how I met this cute medical doctor 3 weeks ago,on my way home, after a hectic day at the NYSC secretariat. We were getting really close and it felt like I’d known him all my life, but we weren’t dating yet…I was so comfortable with him and he treated me like his sister.
I heard something that sounded like “Jane” so I turned around and there he was, wearing nothing but a smile; I mean he was totally naked!!
I was speechless! The only sound I could hear was my heart beat, I asked him if he was looking for his clothes or something, I didn’t want 2 make it obvious that I was scared at first, then he pulled my hand, with that very annoying smirk, still on his face and I rubbed my soapy hand in his eyes” What kind of joke is this?”, I screamed! I ran to the Palor and he wiped his eyes and followed me, like a hungry lion chasing after an antelope.
The fact that I was being stubborn made him mad and I knew there and then that he was going 2 rape me. I screamed, cried, prayed to God, pleaded with him but it was a total waste of time. Niyi was determined…his mind was made up. Then suddenly, I felt his rough hands around my long neck, he was choking me, with so much energy like I’ve never seen before, and all I could hear him say was “Jane you’re still alive abi?, you don’t want to die shey?”… This was worse than a nightmare, I started screaming out my name, place of primary assignment, state of origin, address, phone number and anything I could remember, just incase the neighbours were listening, so that they’d have a clue of who I was, when I’m dead . I had a feeling they were all awake, but too scared to help me. Then he put his hand into my mouth and I was throwing up blood.
I kicked him with the last strength I had and reached for my phone, couldn’t remember my password and in the midst of the pain and confusion, brother Andrew called me to ask why I wasn’t in church yet for the vigil. I quickly narrated what was happening to me, gave him the description of the house and thank God he was just a stone throw from where I was, and the devil’s place was easy to locate.
Niyi got arrested, and I was rushed to the hospital… I knew God had given me a second chance, but what if I didn’t make it? This is the question my dear friend asked us, as she told us how she almost got raped and killed. *sigh*
“U put sugar for person mouth, u say make e no lick am”
When Thomas Gallaudet graduated from seminary in 1814, he had planned on becoming a preacher. However, his call to the ministry took a different turn when he met Alice, a 9-year-old, hearing-impaired girl in his neighborhood. Gallaudet began to communicate with her by writing words with a stick in the dirt.
Helping Alice motivated him to help others too. After consulting with European and American experts in educating the deaf, he refined a system widely known today as “signing” (a person’s hands spell out the message). Eventually, he established the American School for the Deaf.
Gallaudet’s school for the hearing-impaired contained a Christian curriculum that shared the gospel and included Bible instruction. He had answered the call to preach—but it was to a very special group of people. Signing was the way he communicated the gospel.
Like Gallaudet, we too should be sharing the Word of God with people in ways they can understand. Otherwise, “How shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher?” (Rom. 10:14). How might God want you to reach out to those around you? —Dennis Fisher
Seeking the lost, and pointing to Jesus,
Souls that are weak and hearts that are sore;
Leading them forth in ways of salvation,
Showing the path to life evermore. —Ogden
Don’t withhold from the world the best news that’s ever come to it.
Hello, this is a story about how I stole love.
I know it sounds funny but come to think of it, cant love be stolen? Just like how every other physical thing can be stolen, I still feel abstracts too can be stolen.
24th June, 2011, lol don’t mind me, I’m never that good with dates, but I’m pretty sure it was one of those Friday nights the boy’s and I go out to the bar just to get drunk and dance with a complete stranger, get boners that won’t be satisfied.
Oh but this night was different, Ifeanyi had a girl, and I didn’t. Anyway, we ordered for a cold bottle of beer and sipped. That’s when I saw her, she was so elegant, hot fitting pants that outlined her sexy curved legs. She moved her hips like it was nothing. The whole bar went quiet as I watched her mesmerize me. I felt drawn to her. I was in a spell. A spell I wish would never break that night, and as I looked, my legs moved, to be frank I had no control of them; they carried me across the floor where the witch that cast this spell was.
When I reached my captor, I placed one hand around her waist and moved to the beat, letting her lead. It was pure pleasure. Then it happened, she turned around and placed that bum on my groin and started to work her magic. She swayed and blackhammer responded. I was in distress but I needed no saving. I was ready to be a prisoner. ‘Odokra please let me cut in!’ His voice came from behind me. As a gentleman that I was, I left. Allowed him dance with my captor while I sat back and watched them.
The night was almost over when my friend took her by her hands and screamed to the guys that it was time for us to go home. I was dazed. “could my captor have another captive”? I kept asking myself. I doubted till we got to the lodge and I watched her walk into his room and he shut the gate and gave me a wink. That wink broke my heart. He was going to be sliding into her that night. I stayed up most of the night fantasizing about who I just met.
I know this doesn’t say much about the girl I just met. But if you hang on a little bit more, I’m pretty sure you’d get to know how awesome she was I was willing to risk everything to be her only captor.
I was out for coffee the other day with a non-tweeting friend. “So what’s Twitter actually like?” she asked.
I ummed and ahhed, and explained it all very badly, mumbling some fairly dry stuff about retweets and hashtags and follows. She didn’t look convinced. So I’ve been thinking about it ever since, and here’s what I’ve come up with.
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Ataturk Olympic stadium, Istanbul, Turkey. 25th may, 2005. It was a clear and goodnight for football. Liverpool FC was taking on AC Milan in the final of the champions league.
A game which could have affected the outcome of my life, as I was supposed to be revising for my exam when this game was being played, luckily am extremely clever so it didn’t matter in the end.
AC Milan were regarded as favorites before the match and took the lead within the first minute through Captain Paolo Maldini. Milan striker Hernan Crespo added two more goals before half-time to make it 3-0.
This was it, I just wasted 45 minutes of my life watching liverpool lose, when I could have been revising. Then they came out for the second half and launched a comeback. It was amazing, I couldn’t believe it. My dad was screaming, he couldn’t even chase me to go read my books. We sat together on the couch, he had his Heineken and I had my can coke.
Captain AWESOME “Steven Gerrard led the comeback, he scored a goal and team spirit was lifted, my dad was grinning from ear to ear, when captain Awesome scored. Then he turned to me and said “son, I don’t think they can do it though” before he could end his statement, Vladimir Smicer had added the second goal, 3-2, GAME ON!!!!
Now AC Milan were scared could this be happening? Three minutes later, that question was answered. The Spaniard, Xavi Alonso had squared things up. It was 3-3. My dad leaped so high. We couldn’t believe it. Liverpool had scored 3goals within six minutes. They went on to win the penalty shootout, winning the trophy. The fans held up a banner at the end that read “You’ll Never Walk Alone”
Most times in our daily lives, we give up easily. We throw-in the towel. We say “its over” without even trying. We don’t think we can make it after trying for sometime.
When things go sour, when we fail an exam, when we cant get that dream job, when we fall so ill, when we are betrayed, when our partner drifts away, when our parents don’t seem to understand us, turn to the story of the greatest comeback, they went in at half-time and came out with great spirits, I bet they said a prayer, and God heard.
Say a prayer, believe in your prayer, trust GOD, and You’ll Never Walk Alone.
While waiting to pick up a friend at the domestic airport in Lagos, I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other people talk about — the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. This one occurred a mere two feet away from me.
Straining to locate my friend among the passengers coming through the arrival walkway, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family.
First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other’s face, I heard the father say, “It’s so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!” His son smiled somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, “Me, too, Dad!”
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe nine or ten) and while cupping his son’s face in his hands said, “You’re already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!” They too hugged a most loving, tender hug.
While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half) was squirming excitedly in her mother’s arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, “Hi, baby girl!” as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure contentment.
After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, “I’ve saved the best for last!” and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then silently mouthed. “I love you so much!” They stared at each other’s eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands.
For an instant they reminded me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn’t possibly be. I puzzled about it for a moment then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm’s length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I was invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, “Wow! How long have you two been married?
“Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those.” he replied, without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife’s face. “Well then, how long have you been away?” I asked. The man finally turned and looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile. “Two whole days!”
Two days? I was stunned. By the intensity of the greeting, I had assumed he’d been gone for at least several weeks – if not months. I know my expression betrayed me.
I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), “I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!”
The man suddenly stopped smiling.
He looked me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, “Don’t hope, friend… decide!” Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, “God bless!”
Decide you can make her happy, don’t hope, decide! And watch it happen.
CASTRO, my first Dog. Dad just came back from work with her in his arms. She was adorable and had real puppy eyes; she was loved by all.
I never new this canine would be my worst nightmare. She always chased me aroun the house like I was her breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was always on my toes because that bitch was sneaky. I hated her so much I would think up plans of killing her.
Anyway, this day came in the neighborhood, I was little and skinny, so I was being bullied by this bigger kid, I Got slapped around and was about letting out a river flow from my eyes when I saw her. She raced down towards me. OMG castro not today! I tried alerting Big Ben but he was busy having the fun of his life with my face.
Catro leaped, I closed my eyes, this was it, I was going to be mauled by the monster dad brought home, I thought of heaveb for a bit, I died, I’ll finally be free from Big Ben.
I was shocked, Big Ben was screaming his ass off! Could this be real? Big ben on the floor with castro taking a bite off his ass! This had to be a mistake, it was suppose to be my ass castro! I called on her and she left Big Ben at once and stood beside me, I felt so cool, at last I had a savior.
Dogs are really cool, they are man’s best friend and they’ve proven their loyalty over and over again.
If you’ve got an alsatian, a rot-weiler, a mastiff, bulldog, chihuahua or just your plain everyday local dog, feed her well, treat and love her good, she just might save you one day.
Castro got hit by a bus when I was 12. She was my friend, my savior.