That stranger is you. (read this fiction)

If there is something you will remember from the year 2010, it will be the headline news of a thirteen years old girl, who left her family, to her own home in the woods. Definitely, you will remember she was also the girl who had three hours intensive discussion with the Primate of the Anglican Communion, and you will agree, she didn’t fail to talk about how infidel the church has become, to the society and God himself (if there is).


This special discussion broadcasted on the national radio didn’t fail to expose many people to her new religion, she called it a name I can’t remember, but I know you don’t have to pay tithes, offering or zakah as the Muslims will call it and you don’t need a scripture inspired by God, there is many of them already, you just have to be honest and love everyone. The only commandment is, Do to your neighbours what you will do to yourself.


I had met her once, at the discussion with that influential Muslim cleric, Sheu Yai Danjuma, and then twice when I moved to join her in the woods. If there was something that inspires and tie me to Lade, it won’t be nose rings or her ear full of rings. It should be that she is saying those thoughts I buried somewhere, under my intestine, because of fear.


I hated formal education and knew religion is flopping. Politics: I read and experienced enough to know that the nation is heading the wrong way, my thoughts though, but my tongues are always tied. I found someone saying what I want to say, the best I could do was to respect such a person, in some way worship her.


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