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HOW MANY LIES ARE ACTUALLY FROM THE PIT OF HELL

Ade and Titi are Christian friends. One day, Titi hears something she considers new about the gospel. She immediately discards it because it does not conform with her childhood beliefs. She did this quickly and easily without even considering what the Bible says.

“Afterall” she says, “many false prophets have gone into the world”.
Ade, on the other hand, wants to at least confirm it from the scripture. This tendency in him has not escaped frequent lashes from Titi. Two days ago, a popular TV-Preacher said “It is a blessing to know His Word” referring to the Bible “but you must always know His voice”.

Instantly and without hesitation, Titi nodded like an Agama lizard, lifting her hands to claim it. Ade, who had deep respect for the personality of the preacher but a deeper respect for the infallible Word of God reasoned, using simple logic; “If one does not know the revealed Word of God how will he understand the voice of God”. As though electric charges ran through the spine of Titi, she cast a you-are-not-spiritual-look at Ade and pointing a finger at the television, she said: “This is Apostle Zakkheus we are talking about.

Mind yourself lest you speak evil against the anointed man of God. Remember the Bible says ‘touch not my anointed and do my prophet no harm’”. Apostle Zakkheus is an aggressive and prominent figure in evangelicalism. Millions swim into his ministry in search of gold or grace and sometimes to know about their future. The quest to know the unknown is alarming that the pulpit has sometimes been turned to a shrine.

In fact, a few months ago, a certain young man had approached the man of God to know who to marry amongst 5 girls he was dating. Without trying to know whether the young man was born again, he approved of one of them as God’s-Will. Although the Apostle is a big figure, he has several god-fathers he is following. One of his god-fathers had earlier said: “Because Jesus died, your poverty is dead” and untold thousands would raise their only hands to one Accord.

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Hello
do u agree that d purity of our culture is absolutely defiled? David Diop cried in his poem 'Africa, my Africa'
please read what i wrote on dat and remember to drop a comment
http://davexpression./2012/07/17/death-of-african-values-culture-will-you-watch-it/

African literature is dying ooo. And in fact, african cultural values too.
Im currently readn Achebe's book 'A man of the people'
Read this awesome article i wrote on the death o cultural values and remember to leave a comment

http://davexpression./2012/07/17/death-of-african-values-culture-will-you-watch-it/

The last poem i posted here on agony of childbirth received lots of applauds. This is another one.

Here is an appeal to the busybodies who cannot just hold their peace. Wazobia – our nation – is filled with many of them and if you are one, please stop doing that and let your yes be yes. Moreso let your gentleness be revealed to all for the sake of yourself and your family plus the end is near.Actually i’m not one of them (laughs) but you know… God will help us all not to murmur. Again if you are on of them, i got you.

Of generosity in absurdity
And with plenteous words – baked
In both the seen and unseen – served
With words too fast to be trapped
Say, she employs her talent exhaling hearsays


“Have you heard?” She begins
Flourishing in a neighborhood of idlers
Like beget like; a colony erupts
Fixing ears to the walls of Wazobia


“I’ve not said it all…” She continues
Pampering her soulishness and taking thoughts
Self-pityingly of the penury of her speed
She quickens, like the pedal of a sewing machine
Flipping through chapters of public profiles


“No…(coughs) Noo, ” She gallops
Outstretched ears vibrate hoping to reconnect to server
Sermonic echo booms – Let thy yes be yes and no, no
Elongated hisses and floating curses fly back to sender


Now, with wrappers re-wrapped
Revealing an underlay of a checkered I-don’t-know
That has suffered wear and rich in erosion
They dispatch, each to her mission snooping from house to house
Hoping to bring a harvest of sham words


Don’t forget to leave a comment on my website www.davexpression.[co.[cc]. Would love to hear your view. Thanks

Hello guys. We all know that books get published everyday and there are good books as well as bad ones. CS Lewis said it better to read more of old books than new one cos old ones have not been tested and proved.

So, here they are:

1. The Richest Man in Babylon - George Clason { if u're thinking of making money}

2. Talent is Never Enough - John C Maxwell { if u feel u got talents}

3. The Closing of the American Mind - Prof. Allan Bloom { know more about the mindless world we live in}

4. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley - {George Orwell's predictions are outdated. Check out for Aldous says}

5. 1999 Constitution CAP C20 LFN 2004

Sometimes, it's really the fault of the authors.

A situation where an author just wants to get paid without giving much thought to quality is one of the causes.

Also, many authors do not have taste

Some couple of months ago the reBranding issue was hot in every part of Nigeria and the Press really contributed to this evangelism.

However people were not really sure what it's content was. Imagine a Lit101 course without course outline. Therefore, everyone was forced into fashioning out their own meaning, hence subjectivity transcended objectivity.

My question is, are writers also to be rebranded ? Are my noble Nairaland writers to be rebranded and if yes, how? Please kindly suggest.

Thanks sooooooooo much guys.

I really appreciate your posts. I am really glad you read it.
I am a guy and its not easy at all when one considers the kind of pain mothers go through. I pray they will be able to eat the fruits of their labour.

Its true that its not complete and i will finish it anytime from now. I am a law student in unilorin and you can visit my blog at www [dot] davexpression[dot] co [dot] cc

Take care guys

Poetry is beautiful. It is divine and natural. The splendor of poetry is greatly appreciated by Wordpress as this: "coding is poetry".

I love to write poems. This poem carefully depicts a pregnant woman who suddenly feels her stomach turn and cries for help. Luckily, her husband comes to her rescue. On getting to the hospital, the doctors and nurses (green and white masquerades) asks her to push. Eventually, the boy comes out crying.

Even though I am not a lady, I do feel for pregnant women who go through the pain of delivery. Obviously, this poem is dedicated to them. Here it goes:



Swiftly it came like a thief in the night

Legs seized – heavy burden to carry

Stomach turned – new boy cannot tarry

Sweats slide hurriedly on the body; pain flows through the soul

Expression was lost, only one word remained-

Help!

Gathering all strength she yelled out

Grabbing the knob and constantly refusing to be overcome by this terror of Eve



In a moment that seemed like eternity

Alas! Unbearable eternity

Honey rushed in to assist; hauling her to the metallic machine

And receiving the unwelcome rewards of wails and howls

Suddenly, green and white masquerades walled her

"Push!" to the pain-bearer they say



This poem is a sonnet (14 lines) and I wish you enjoyed it. Please feel free to tell me what you feel about my poem.

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