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 Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 8:43pm On Oct 02, 2022 |
* * * Upstairs, Sharon was in another world. A world without bombs and explosions. A world in which everything was perfect. Sharon saw herself walking barefoot with the man. They walked on the wet sand closely together by the edge of the shoreline. She looked behind them as they stopped to rest briefly and saw their footprints as far as her eyes could go. She watched as a gentle wave pushed the sea a little over the shoreline, causing some of the footprints to disappear as the sea receded. They walked a little further and came to a rocky part of the beach. She was alone with this odd man who said very little yet she wasn’t afraid. Ironically, the man’s presence gave her a calming effect. It was odd but she had never felt that kind of peace around anyone else before. The water made a soft hissing sound as the boulders broke the waves, keeping the sea in check. They stopped at an isolated place. The man motioned for her to step into the water and seat on one of the rocks. She sat on one of the rocks as he took his position on a rock directly opposite her. She swung her legs slowly back and forth on the water and felt good about everything. Sharon started noticing how different everything felt from her usual way of life. She felt almost as if the man was drawing her in with all the love in the world. She looked at him and felt a bit shy about being drawn in by a man she barely even knew. He spoke first, with a calm demeanour that put her at ease. “I know you have lots of questions about me.” “And how exactly would you know that?” Sharon said insolently. “It’s my job to know all things,” the man said calmly. “You have no idea the number of questions that go through my head every day.” “I know exactly how many and how long you’ve been asking those questions and that’s precisely why we’re here.” Sharon heaved a deep sigh. She was a bit reluctant to unbundle her soul to a total stranger yet somehow, felt she could trust this man. She looked very closely at the man and noticed, for the first time, his plane features. He had soft, almost feminine features with nothing striking or remarkable except his accent. He spoke with a strange foreign accent that she couldn’t quite place. “Who exactly are you?” This was the question she had always wanted to ask but somehow could not. The answer she got was surprising yet not implausible. “I am Jesus.” She shook her head in disbelief. “The one Mrs Baker talks a lot about or the one my parents tell me doesn’t exist?” Again, the answer came in a calm voice but with a little hint of sarcasm. “Both.” “Do you exist?” “You tell me. Do I look like I don’t exist?” She wondered why he had such an unappealing habit of answering questions with more questions. As if reading her mind, His next words were shocking to Sharon. “That’s because you have a way of asking questions that beg more questions.” She looked away feeling exposed. “Why don’t my parents believe in you if you are real?” “Whether they believe in me or not doesn’t change the fact that I AM.” He looked at her so intently that Sharon felt strangely naked. She felt like he was seeing through her very soul as if the fire of his gaze was burning through her innermost thoughts. “Am I real to you?” She nodded shyly. “More than anyone I’ve ever known,” she added. She struggled to find the right words to ask her next question without sounding crass. “If you are as good and kind-hearted as Mrs Baker seems to believe you are, why was I born blind?” He smiled lovingly at her and his smile seemed to melt away all her worry and doubts. There was a warmness to it that made all her problems negligibly small. With more love in his eyes than she had seen in anyone, he said to her, “It’s not the first time I’ve been asked that question.” Sharon cut him off sharply. “That means you have a history of making people blind.” It was an outrageous accusation but he didn’t seem the least offended. “I didn’t make you blind, Sharon, or anyone else for that matter,” he said to her in a way that made her feel like he meant what he said. “Then why was I born blind?” “You weren’t born blind.” “But my mum tells me I was.” “Well, maybe it’s time you have that conversation with her again. There’s something she’s not telling you.” “What! Are you serious?” she could not comprehend what he was talking about. “My mother is trapped in the pain of my blindness as much as I am. I hear it in her voice every time she talks to me. How could you possibly imply that she caused it in the first place?” He didn’t say anything. She took His silence as an indication to continue. “Mrs Baker says you are a good God who created everything perfectly and I wanted to believe her. Now I ask about one of your imperfect creations and you shift the blame to my innocent mother? What kind of a god doesn’t take responsibility for his mistakes?” “The kind that doesn’t make mistakes,” came the calm reply. There was a tense pause as she tried to process what he was trying to tell her. Finally, he spoke. “I know how you feel. And I know your suffering and your pain. I understand the pain because I’ve felt it before. I paid an exorbitant price for your redemption and I love you and the rest of my children with all of my heart. I am not the cause of your pain but I’m the only one who can take it away. I have come to make things right in your life.” The words sounded reassuring. Tears welled up in her eyes. She looked away from the man as the tears rolled down her chicks like drops of water from the tip of a melting icicle. She felt him come closer and embrace her as she wept on his shoulder. She felt a weird kind of safety and protection in his arms. After what seemed like forever, she broke free from his warm embrace. She sat down on the rock and faced him again. He picked up from where he left off. “There are things you should know about your mother. I love her as much as I love everyone else…” He went on to explain the circumstances surrounding Sharon’s birth. She listened very carefully, her emotions fluctuating between anger at her mother for some of her decisions and admiration for the way she had loved her despite her handicap. She got to know a lot of secrets about her life that no one dared tell her before. Sharon had no more questions. She looked at the sea and was taken in by the beauty and grace with which the water moved as the waves terminated at the shoreline. The water had a calming effect that radiated through her legs to the rest of her body. A light breeze caressed her body. She turned to the man and saw that he was gone. Sharon woke up from sleep still wondering if all she had seen and heard was real or not. “Well,” she thought to herself, “there’s only one way to find out.” |
| Politics › Re: Ogun Street Opinion Poll. Peter Obi Defeats Tinubu, Atiku And Kwankwoso by minks(m): 9:03pm On Sep 30, 2022 |
The men for the street don tire for the old order. Dem wan fresh brain with better ideas. 12 Likes 2 Shares |
| Fashion › Re: Baldness Making Young Men Ugly by minks(m): 8:59pm On Sep 30, 2022 |
By the time baldness catch you, you sef go ugly. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: In Pursuit Of The Eternal - A Book Everyone Should Read by minks(op): 6:26am On Sep 25, 2022 |
CHAPTER TWO THE TRIPARTITE NATURE OF MAN Out of everything God created, only man was made in God’s image and likeness. Everything else was called into existence by the spoken word. For instance, when God wanted to create light, He simply said, “Let there be light” and instantly, there was light. Every other thing was created by the power of God’s spoken word except man. In the case of man, God went all the way. The Bible says, “And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” (Genesis 2:7). God went through the stress of moulding man from the dust of the earth, paying full attention to every detail, painstakingly chiselling out the rough edges so man could come out complete and whole – a perfect replica of the Creator Himself. Why would God go through such stress in a bid to create man when He could have easily said, “Let there be Man” like He did in other cases? The Psalmist pondered this question when he said, “What is man, that you are mindful of him, and the son of man, that you visit him?” (Psalm 8:4). The answer to this question lies in the fact that there is power in images, and being the image of God, man carries a part of God’s power and essence. Being in the likeness of someone comes with a sense of attachment and identity. Who you look like indicates who you are. For instance, if you look like your mother in physical appearance, wherever you go, people who know your mother can always tell that you’re her son or daughter even when they’ve never met you before. But in spiritual terms, there is no difference between appearance and reality. Who you look like is exactly who you are. When God created man, He wanted man to have God’s perfect identity. He desires to have man operate at the highest level of heavenly glory. Even though man eventually fell from grace – thanks to the sacrifice of Jesus at the cross – the highest level of heavenly glory is not elusive. It is still attainable as a result of the price that Jesus paid. Christ died so man could lose the nature of the devil that he assumed after the fall and become transformed into the image of Christ just like it had been before the fall. There is no room for confusion here. Those who have not accepted Christ as their Lord and Saviour have the image of the devil because the nature of the devil is still in them. Being the image of the devil means you belong to the devil and being the image of God means you belong to God. There is no middle ground here. You are either on God’s side or on the side of the devil. You can either be in the image of the devil which is characterised by carnal and sinful desires and actions or be in the image of God which is characterised by a spirit-led life in righteousness and purity. Being in the image of God means living for God and letting God live through you. The truth is that God didn’t create anyone to assume the image of the devil. The Bible says that He created us all in His image and likeness. Being made in God’s image means you were created to look like God and being made in His likeness means you were made to think and act like Him. Your actions, thoughts, emotions, desires, aspirations and everything that defines you as a unique individual have been designed, by default, to be like God. There is no excuse for not operating at this optimal level. Assuming the image of God is a choice just like being the image of the devil is. But know this: taking on the evil nature of the devil has never been, and will never be God’s plan for anyone. He desires that everyone comes to an accurate knowledge of Him. God’s desire – and this is why Christ died – is to have you transformed into the image of His Son. It is also His desire to have you operate in the power and dominion that He has made you for. Being God’s image also means having a renewed mind and being a heaven-conscious Christian. Colossians 3:2, 9-10 3:2 Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth. 3:9 Do not lie to one another since you have put off the old man with his deeds, 3:10 and have put on the new man who is renewed in knowledge according to the image of Him who created him. In a lot of ways, man has been made in the nature of God. One of such ways is having a three-part nature. Just as God exists in three distinct but interwoven personalities, as one, man also has a three-part nature; with the spirit, soul and body existing together as one. The tripartite nature of man perfectly reflects the triune nature of God. Each of the composite parts of man was designed distinctly, and at the same time, made to exist in union with the other two parts for man to be complete. According to Kenneth E. Hagin, “Man is a spirit, who possesses a soul and lives in a body.”1 For a man to exist, the three parts, though distinct, must exist as one. The three parts of man were made by God to reflect His eternal nature. Understanding how these three parts of man are interconnected will help you better know how to subject them to live for God’s purpose. For you to be a follower of Jesus, your three parts – your spirit, soul and body – must collectively be submitted to His will. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: What's Your Favourite Version Of The Bible? by minks(op): 6:19am On Sep 25, 2022 |
minks:I also enjoy reading the New King James Version. 13 Likes |
| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 10:15am On Sep 24, 2022 |
CHAPTER THREE Sharon had been a very strong-spirited girl for a thirteen-year-old. Considering her incapacitation, it was commendable that she always maintained an optimistic disposition towards life. She had been a great source of motivation to not just her family but everyone who encountered her. Even though she lived in a very dark world, she emanated a source of light that enabled people to overcome their limitations more easily. Although She had been awake from her little nap for the past half hour, she was reluctant to get out of bed. She felt a little excited. Her excitement was based on her reflections on the series of dreams she’d been having. Too many questions flooded her mind. Who was the strange man in her dreams? Why was he so loving and gentle? Why was she able to see in her dreams but not with her physical eyes? The dreams started when she was still in the hostel of the school for children with special needs, just before the end-of-term holiday. They started short, almost like watching a skit on an HD television. Somehow, the pieces started to fit together and now the dreams felt real. The strange man in her dreams now felt like a real person to her. She could even sense his presence in her room while still wide awake. She thought of talking to her mother about the dreams but decided against it. At least not now. She liked the idea of having someone close even though he was not a physical friend. She laid still for some time then dozed off again into a deep sleep. Anabel Grey opened the door to her daughter’s room very gently. She looked in and saw her daughter sleeping blissfully, the undulating movement of her chest rising and falling rhythmically as she breathed. She stood by the door and watched Sharon for some time, admiring the peaceful way she slept. She was envious of her daughter and wished she could sleep like that. The sleeping pills she was taking had stopped working a long time ago so she simply stopped taking them. About six months ago, she found she couldn’t sleep for more than a few hours each night. It wasn’t long afterwards that the headaches started. After a thorough check at the hospital, she was diagnosed with chronic insomnia. The doctor wrote her a prescription for sleeping pills that stopped working a few days later. Anabel knew that her problem was more emotional than medical. She was an emotionally troubled woman plagued by acute anxiety and worry. She looked at her daughter again and remembered why she came into her room. It was time for lunch and she came in to wake her daughter up but the peaceful way Sharon slept made her decide to let her have as much rest as she needed. She left the room as silently as she had entered, closing the door gently behind her. “How time flies,” she thought to herself. It seemed like yesterday. She liked the way her baby was fast growing into a strong young lady within a very short time and she couldn’t help but smile to herself in satisfaction. She loved her second child, Robert, almost as much as she did Sharon. But there was a very special bond she shared with her, maybe because of the things they had both been through. Robert was closer to his father than he was to her but that was understandable. She reckoned that boys will always be boys. She didn’t mind that he seemed to be fonder of his father than he was of her. Anne got back in the kitchen, cleaned up a few things and went to the sitting room. She turned on the television to watch the news at noon while waiting for her daughter to wake up and join her for lunch. As the television came on, the Maiduguri bombing was live on the news. The news anchor gave a warning about graphic content about to come on air. According to the news anchor, the video clips were taken by a surveillance drone of a Maiduguri-based media organisation. At the time the bombs went off, a drone pilot was testing the drone not far from the market. There came a second warning of graphic content about to be broadcast live. Nothing prepared her for what came next. The images flooded her screen, more horrible than she anticipated. First, she saw the market before the blast, crowded as any northern city market. She saw women and children, aged men and teens walking about in the open space. Then the blast. Even without sound, it was horrible. She saw a flash, followed by another in quick succession, with thick black smoke as if pumped from the nozzle of a giant hose connected to a mighty air compressor. The images shook violently, indicating the shockwave of the explosion on the drone. The dark smoke rose high into the atmosphere and formed a thick ring of sinister cloud over the market and the surrounding areas. The evil cloud spread very slowly like a lion stealthily coming for its prey. The screen went blank for a few seconds. Anne watched the screen intently, her heart racing dangerously close to a heart attack, her body releasing so much adrenalin that resulted in a violent shaking of her hands. The next set of images came on. She saw people with varying degrees of injuries. Their faces were blurred out from the video clips but it was still a horrible sight for the stony-hearted let alone a frail woman. The camera shifted to another angle and what came next was more repulsive than anything she had seen before. She saw the corpse of one of the victims, the head severed from the body, the lower limbs torn to shreds beyond recognition. She couldn’t take it anymore. Impulsively, her stomach churned its contents in reaction. She ran into the toilet just in time to vomit on the water closet. She locked herself in the toilet for a considerable time panting like an exhausted deer that just escaped the claws of a lion. |
| Family › Re: Facts About Men by minks(m): 10:08am On Sep 24, 2022 |
Any woman who does all of that will enjoy a peaceful marriage. That is if the husband is not one weray man. |
| Crime › Re: Child Defilement: The Need For Effective Sanctions by minks(m): 9:55am On Sep 24, 2022 |
A good starting point would be the full implementation of the Child Right Act in all the states of the federation, including the Northern States, where child marriage is still practiced, even by serving legislators. 13 Likes 1 Share |
| Politics › Re: Osinbajo, A Sore Loser, Refuses To Stop Licking His Wounds. by minks(m): 9:48am On Sep 24, 2022 |
What do you expect? He was rigged out of the primaries. Please let him lick his wounds in peace. |
| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 5:26pm On Aug 25, 2022 |
silverlinen:No wahala |
| Christianity Etc › Re: In Pursuit Of The Eternal - A Book Everyone Should Read by minks(op): 7:47am On Aug 21, 2022 |
* * * LIFE’S MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION The first two Disciples that followed Jesus were asked a simple question by Jesus, “What do you seek?” (John 1:38). This question wasn’t meant for those two Disciples alone. It was meant for every single human who ever walked the earth since then. The question, “What do you seek?” is fundamental yet powerful enough to influence your motivations in life. The answer to this question, more than anything else, determines your drive and the propelling force behind your actions. Your answer to this question is the most accurate determinant of how your life will end. If you have never consciously pondered this question in your mind, now would be a good time to do so. Ask yourself, “What am I seeking?” Or rather, “What have I been searching for?” Another way to put it is, “What have I been pursuing?” This is probably the most important question you can ask yourself. A lot of people live their lives like clockwork, getting up every morning, at the same time to their busy daily schedules, come back home late, go to bed, and wake up the next day to continue the same circle. Why exactly do people live like this? The truth is that everyone is searching for something whether they are conscious of this fact or not. There is always that one thing we are after. This may vary from person to person but fundamentally, every single human being on this planet is running after something. It could be money, fame, happiness, success or just about anything. Whatever occupies your mind to the point of influencing your drive and motivation in life is what you’re chasing after. Believe it or not, whatever gets top priority in your life or gets you up every morning and keeps you going is what you’re chasing after. Your dreams, ambitions and aspirations are reflections of your life pursuit. To some, the pursuit of happiness is their primary motivation. Everything they do is geared towards a happy life. To these people, nothing matters more than constantly looking for new ways of maintaining a happy state. Whatever interferes with their happiness makes them very uncomfortable. Others strive daily, seeking fulfilment in life. They want to be fulfilled by getting to the zenith of their chosen career or academic endeavour. Some seek to be fulfilled in marriage or make a name for themselves in their chosen field. What drives some is the need to acquire worldly riches and vast material possessions. They want to live in prime real estate, driving posh cars with state-of-the-art technology. To this group, their primary motivation is to live as comfortable as possible in this life. People in this category often work very hard, doing all within their power to acquire the best things life has to offer. Some are driven by the need for fame. They want their names written in the sands of time. They strive daily to be the best in their field so they will be praised and recognised by men, countless generations after they are dead. This group of people is often more concerned about what they leave behind after their death than where they spend eternity. Nothing matters more to them than leaving a good legacy by which they will be remembered. To some degree, the answer to what you seek in life is embedded deep within the crevices of your heart. More often than not, the question of your life pursuit is answered long before adulthood whether you are aware of it or not. The question of what you seek in life should not be considered lightly because it ultimately determines the course of your life. God has a very unique plan for everyone. We all have unique roles to play in God’s master plan for humanity. Everyone was created to uniquely fit into God’s overall plan. By design, your talents and abilities were given to you by God and are uniquely made to enable you to function effectively where God has called you to serve. Everything you need or will ever need to fulfil God’s purpose for your life is already in you. If this is the case, why then do so many people find themselves in areas they were not originally meant to serve? The answer to this question lies in the answer to the fundamental yet most important question, “What do you seek?” Misplaced priorities, focus on the wrong things and the pursuit of the gratification of carnal cravings have sidetracked many and consequently caused their deviation from God’s original purpose for them. If you seek what is not in line with God’s plan for you, it naturally follows that you will be off the mark, functioning where you are not meant to. This will cause you to not effectively utilise what God has deposited in you for His glory. A truly wasted life is not a life that is devoid of accomplishments by human standards but a life lived in opposition to the will of God. It doesn’t matter if you are a star in the eyes of the world, as long as you are not shining where God intended you to, your life is a very expensive waste. God’s reason for putting you on earth is not so you’ll live carelessly in defiance of His will. You are not on earth to seek mundane things and the carnal pleasures of this world. Far from it, the plan of God for your life is to have you seek His will and diligently carry it out. God’s plan for you involves your seeking and aggressively pursuing after eternal things and this, my beloved friend, is what it means to be fulfilled in life. No earthly accomplishment compares to that of a man who is welcome to God’s eternal rest at the end of his earthly sojourn. Every human achievement pales in comparison to a life that is lived in pursuit of the eternal. True fulfilment only comes when you seek out God’s will for your life and carry it out diligently. In the end, God will not judge you by how successful you’ve been in the career you chose for yourself. You will be judged by how well you followed God’s will for your life. Ecclesiastes 3:11 says, “He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.” God has made everything beautiful in your life. He has given you all you need to live up to your destiny. He has also hidden, deep within your heart, the desire and the will to pursue His eternal purpose. Although it is impossible to figure out God’s will from the beginning to the end, God has given you the ability to seek out His will for your life and follow it one step at a time. He has implanted deep within you, the desire to seek Him and to pursue things with eternal value. But somehow, people have found a way to suppress the desire for the eternal and replace it with their selfish desires so they can follow their dreams. There is no excuse for not following the path God has created for you and here’s why. Romans 1:18-20 1:18 for the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who suppress the truth in unrighteousness, 1:19 because what may be known of God is manifest in them, for God has shown it to them. 1:20 For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse. Everything you need to follow God’s plan for your life has been made available to you through His word. All you need to know about God and His purpose has already been revealed. The truth about God’s power, manifest in everything He has created, is obvious to everyone. All things were made for His glory and if your life does not glorify God or reflect His glory to the world, then your time on earth is a big waste. Romans 1:21 goes on to say, “Because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened.” Darkness in the hearts of men results from ingratitude to God and a rejection of His purpose. We reject God’s purpose when we refuse to follow His plan for our lives but instead, run after the desires of our hearts. There is no wisdom in rejecting the plan of God and running after your desires and aspirations. Although going after your desires may appear wise to the carnal mind, it is the height of foolishness. You were not meant to live like that. God’s reason for putting you on earth is not so you’ll live for yourself, chasing after worldly passions of the flesh. He wants you to seek Him, know Him as your God and pursue after the eternal light of His word. In Matthew 6:33, Christ said, “But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.” What this means is that, in God’s divine order, you are meant to seek God and His eternal purpose first, all other things you seek will only be an addition. Mixing up God’s divine order by seeking other things and putting God last will only serve to make your life chaotic. On the other hand, following God’s order by seeking Him first will open you up to a life of fulfilment in Him. It is our wish that this book helps you understand how you’ve been created for eternity and how you can reorder your priorities and keep them in line with God’s Will. We desire that you stay focused on the things that matter. I believe by now you should have a personal answer to the question, “what do you seek?” Your answer should be unequivocal and final – “I seek to know God and His will and to accomplish all that He requires me to as I keep my gaze on eternity.” |
| Christianity Etc › Re: In Pursuit Of The Eternal - A Book Everyone Should Read by minks(op): 9:50am On Aug 20, 2022 |
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| Christianity Etc › Re: In Pursuit Of The Eternal - A Book Everyone Should Read by minks(op): 9:45am On Aug 20, 2022 |
CHAPTER ONE ARE YOU READY? He was just a little kid. Too young to understand life and its intricacies, too innocent to be e was just a normal kid. bothered, and way too ignorant to care. His mother held his tiny hand and stood by the shoulder of the highway as they waited to cross over to the other side. Standing next to mother and child was a woman, completely oblivious of her fate the next minute. It was dark. The moon wasn’t smiling down on them, with her warm smile illuminating the surroundings as usual. No Street lights. Just the lights of oncoming traffic. Then it happened. One wrong step was how it all went down. She stepped into the road too soon and got knocked down by a speeding motorbike. Both the rider and the woman came crashing down on the hard asphalt surface. Is she dead? Will she make it? Mother and child were too petrified to find out. This is a true-life story and the little kid was me. This event isn’t one of my favourite childhood memories but somehow, the details are always as fresh in my head as the day it happened. This is the first time I have witnessed a near-death situation up close. Up to this day, the memory of that woman knocked down, sends cold shivers down my spine. I often wonder, what if it was me and I wound up dead? What if my precious little life got snuffed out before it even began? What if mama didn’t hold my hand that night as we stood waiting to cross the road? What if I had wandered away from her side? That’s the big question, isn’t it? What if…? Life is fragile. There is never a shortage of ways to die. One wrong step is all it takes to get knocked off the surface of the earth into eternity. Entering the wrong bus might get you killed in an accident. Being in the wrong place could mark the end of your life. Even eating the wrong food could mean death. The bottom line is, you could die at any time, and that, my friend, is the most unpalatable truth about life. Death is everywhere. You can’t run from it. When your time is up, one way or another, you’ll turn up dead whether you’re ready or not. Have you ever thought about your death? What if you sleep tonight and don’t wake up tomorrow like you always do? What if the owner of your life comes for it now? Are you prepared? Are you ready? I can almost sense you flinching at the thought of death. Don’t worry, it’s ok to be a little scared of dying. Death is not a pleasant subject to talk about, and honestly, I’m a little surprised about why I feel led to start this book with the subject of death. I would have felt better if I started with the subject of heaven. That’s a pleasant one, isn’t it? Everybody dreams of going to heaven when they die and spending eternity with the angels in the realm of unfathomable light. But no! This little chapter is how I feel led to start this book. I guess it’s kind of ironic that a book on the pursuit of eternity will start with the subject of death. It’s more like poetic justice. Now that I think about it, it makes perfect sense. Death is where eternity begins. I’m not going to pussyfoot around this subject so I’ll put it to you straight. You’re going to die someday except maybe Jesus returns before that day. It may even be today or sometime soon so you better be ready when that time comes. Why does the thought of death scare people so much? I guess it’s because no one wants to die. Even those who feel so miserable about life to the point of committing suicide, at the point of death, as their life flashes before their eyes, wish they didn’t have to die. But eventually, we all do. Some have the privilege to see it coming, others don’t. some live to a full, ripe age and have enough time to prepare themselves before they die. They get all the time they need to train their kids, live out their dreams, write a will, and maybe even make peace with their enemies before they die. Others die in their prime, unprepared and not ready. For some, life is a jolly ride to Eldorado. Those who share this ideology often live in the fast lane. This kind of people lives for fun. They never prepare themselves for eternity until they die suddenly and walk straight down to hell. People die every day. As of the year 2016, it was estimated that about one hundred and twenty people die worldwide every minute. Going by this, at least two people die every second. That number has geometrically increased since the Corona Virus Pandemic. People keep dying everywhere yet no one feels comfortable talking about how to prepare for death. Death is a scary subject for many. However, it is comforting to know that death is not the end of life. It is the beginning of another phase of life. At the point where a man drops dead, the spirit goes on to eternity. Where that eternity is spent would be the subject of another discussion. I think about death quite often for someone of my age and honestly, it’s not something I look up to. But just in case it happens sooner than I expect, I want to be prepared. I want to be welcome to heaven with a warm handshake and probably a big hug from Big Daddy, as a servant who kept the faith and finished his course. When it’s all over for me, I don’t want to end in an unmarked grave, uncelebrated by the hosts of heaven. I don’t want to be remembered as the fellow who got distracted and abandoned the race. When I get called up to account for my time on earth, I don’t want to be on the wrong side of God’s righteous judgment. This is the reason I pray almost every morning telling God to search the deepest parts of my heart, expose and uproot every lie, every deception and every evil. I say this prayer very often because I know I tend to think I’m getting it right with God even when I’m not. Whether you like to think about it or not, one day, there’s going to be a funeral service – your funeral. Some people there will be truly sad you died and will mourn you from the depth of their heart, others will be happy you did. Both groups will eulogise you, or at least pretend to. But that will all be a formality because the real you, your spirit, will be long gone to its maker. How prepared are you for that day? The world is gradually folding up and there’s nothing in it to enjoy anymore. The time is short. When your name is eventually called up, which might happen sooner than you expect, you don’t want to be caught taking a nap. You’ll be better off ready and waiting. Solomon was a man blessed with so much wisdom, understanding and wealth. With over a thousand women in his life and unquantifiable wealth at his disposal, he enjoyed all the pleasures of life to the fullest. But at the latter stages of his life, he looked back at how he’d wasted his life and couldn’t help but refer to life as “vanity of vanities.” These three words summarise all there is to this life. All is vanity. Every second you draw breath brings you closer to the moment of reckoning. This is the reason every second you live should be lived in preparation for life in eternity. You are a pilgrim on a journey and this book will help you stay focused. 1 Like |
| Christianity Etc › In Pursuit Of The Eternal - A Book Everyone Should Read by minks(op): 9:21am On Aug 20, 2022 |
In Pursuit of the Eternal © 2020 by Minke-oyo Okoi Book two in the Pilgrim Life Series ABout the book This life is not all there is. It is not Your final destination but only a transitory stage in your quest for the life that God has in store for you. Life on earth is meant to prepare you for a better, more glorious life in eternity. Nothing on earth compares to the glory of life in heaven, where you are meant to be after the end of your earthly journey. This book will help you better understand what your real priorities should be and how to stay focused on the things that matter most in life. After reading this book, you will be equipped to stay on course for the greatest reward anyone can ever obtain – making heaven at last. In Pursuit of the Eternal, answers the fundamental questions: Why am I on earth? What is my life pursuit? How do I serve God’s purpose? How do I prepare myself for life after death? What do I need to do to stay on course for God’s eternal rest in heaven? What are the pitfalls that trap men in their journey and how do I avoid them? You can only experience God’s miraculous power to the degree that you’re yoked with Him and following the path He has created for you. This book helps you discover how to safely navigate the path of life to your destination. 1 Like |
| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 9:04am On Aug 20, 2022 |
Amami pulled into a vacant parking lot, put the car in park and turned off the engine. Both men came out of the car and took the elevator to their offices on the fourth floor. Bassey entered his office, shut himself in and started making the calls that will authorise the selected DSS agents to move the two high-profile witnesses to the selected safe houses. It was now settled in his heart. He would put Bruno Obeten in a dark hole or die trying. Nothing will stop him. He owes that much to the memory of Aisha and other victims of violent crimes perpetrated by men like Bruno. |
| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 11:56am On Aug 17, 2022 |
Aisha was a boisterous twelve-year-old girl with a pure heart and big dreams. She was a budding young girl who wanted to become a doctor someday to save lives. She was the smartest kid in his old neighbourhood in Maiduguri. Aisha’s father was an illiterate farmer who loved his daughter deeply and did all within his means to give his daughter the best education he could afford. When Bassey moved into an apartment at Idriss Aloma Street, Old GRA, as a young DSS officer, everyone was suspicious of the stranger in their midst. He, in turn, was content to stay out of their lives. No one knew what he did for a living. They only saw him go in and out of his apartment, sometimes at odd hours. Because the neighbourhood was a purely conservative Muslim one, women warned their children, especially young girls to stay away from the very handsome southerner. They somehow managed to convince their children that he only meant trouble. Bassey understood the nature of the society in which he dwelled and blended in perfectly. He was unmarried at the time but stayed away from the ladies. He did not feel the need to empty his gonads as often as he did during his school days at the Enugu State University of Science and Technology. Unlike his ESUT days, he lived a quiet and celibate life in Maiduguri. Quite uncharacteristic of him, he also stayed away from the young men who were too suspicious of him to get to know him. Bassey was a very friendly fellow without friends in the alluring yet strangely reticent city of Maiduguri. He was a man trapped within the walls of his extroverted nature. With no one to indulge his effusive propensity, he lived his desolate days in Maiduguri perfunctorily. When he met Aisha, it was a relief from his lonely life. He had used up the last of his beverages in the morning and forgot to replace them on his way back from work. The next day, which was a public holiday, he wanted to prepare breakfast but there was nothing in his refrigerator. He decided to go to a small provision shop nearby to get what he needed and there he met Aisha. She perched precariously on a small table by the cash counter when he walked in. Tall for her age with large, piercing, dark eyes and a complexion that made her look like a mermaid, she reminded Bassey of his little sister, Ima. “Good morning, Mr?” She made a face as if they had met somewhere but she somehow couldn’t remember his name. “Bassey,” he came to her rescue. “Good morning to you too.” “What do you need, Mr Bassey?” She asked with confidence unusual for girls her age in the northern city of Maiduguri. “Oh! Just a tin of milk, some cans of sardines and a crate of eggs.” He was intrigued by her politeness and the fluent way she spoke English. Most girls her age or younger only spoke their native Hausa Language but this girl was different. She spoke English with a mastery that evoked his admiration. While Aisha attended to him, her mother walked in. Bassey introduced himself and got to find out that she taught English in one of the government secondary schools in their neighbourhood. It all made perfect sense to Bassey now. He became one of their loyal customers from that day. As time went on, he got to meet Aisha’s father and became very close to the family. For a conservative Muslim family, they were very receptive to him and he reciprocated their love with more love. Soon enough, he became very popular with all the kids in the neighbourhood and not long afterwards, parents invited him into their homes and with each visit, he gained access into their hearts. This marked the point at which the southerner, convicted by his neighbours of an unnamed crime he was yet to commit, became the darling of the entire neighbourhood. Each evening, after the rigours of the day, the farmers around him welcomed Bassey from work with baskets full of fresh fruit and vegetables, making sure he had more food in his kitchen than he was able to eat in months. He sometimes had to beg them to stop bringing him food. For the first time in his life, Bassey felt loved and accepted. The kind of love he received in Maiduguri gave him the hope of a better world. It caused him to believe in a world without limits in which everyone was accepted and loved unconditionally. He dreamed of a world where kids were protected from all hazards and young ones were encouraged to follow their dreams. But that was not to be. That world only existed in his insipient utopian dreams. In the real world, there were lots of evil people devouring and tearing apart the fabrics of morality. Monsters ruled with their fists of iron, stuffing out the tiniest embers of hope for a better future. He got to find out soon enough that too many bad things happened to good people in the real world. One day, he came home to the most devastating news of his life. Aisha had been killed in a school shooting by the dreaded Boko Haram insurgents. She was shot in the head and died on the spot. That day, a part of him died with her. After a protracted period of mourning and deep sorrow, Bassey picked up the pieces of his life. He chose to always do all within his power to root out evil from society. That was the point he chose to become a field agent. Because he wanted to make a difference by being the change he wanted to see in the world. Otherwise, he would have been content with his desk job that entailed routing intelligence reports back and forth between the NIA, the DSS and the office of the National Security Adviser. Bassey never fully recovered from the pain of Aisha’s death. His emotional state impacted his job negatively. After a series of high-profile blunders due to loss of concentration, his boss decided that Bassey needed a fresh start and transferred him to Abuja. Now, after enjoying perfect peace with his beautiful wife, Amara, someone has resurrected the dry bones of the past. Shadowy demons are rearing up their ugly heads to torment his soul again. The news of the Maiduguri bombing triggered a surge of emotions that Bassey thought were dead and buried. He hated the system for not protecting the weak and vulnerable of society. He loathed the political class for all the years they’d fed fat on the collective wealth of the people and for how they’d cheated and neglected the people they were meant to serve. He needed to do something. He became even more determined to put people like Bruno away for life. People like him didn’t deserve to share the same society with the families of the countless innocents they had killed. |
| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 2:17pm On Aug 16, 2022 |
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| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 7:13pm On Aug 15, 2022 |
The drive back to the Apo District office of the DSS was unnerving for the two agents. They drove in silence for most of the journey except for the few times officers in the field radioed in situation reports as they patrolled the city. Bassey seemed a little perturbed. He needed to get back to the office fast to start the process of moving the two witnesses into the safe houses. He already had a plan in place. Amami, on the other hand, didn’t seem particularly interested in getting to the office quick considering how slowly he drove. He meandered leisurely through city traffic, making sure to stop each time a traffic light turned red. Bassey was getting more impatient. Each time a light turned red, his face turned redder. He was tempted to turn on the siren but thought otherwise and relaxed a little. Monachi’s last words had unhinged him and made him cagey. The fact that whether Monachi continued as Director-General of the DSS or not depended on his case made him uncomfortable. Even worse, the Bruno case being a litmus test of the president’s capacity to keep his promise to Nigerians on security weighed heavily on him. Bassey knew that if anything went wrong, many people were going to be impacted negatively. So much was at stake and he had to make sure that there were no more slip-ups like the one that got Aaron McCarthy killed. As they drove through Area 11, past the traffic light at FCDA, Bassey turned on the radio. He changed the dial to Raypower FM and listened as Tuface Idibia’s African Queen played in the background, sending splinters of delightful tunes through the car speakers. He thought about his wife and experienced a kind of momentary amnesia that got his mind away from the troubles of the day. He enjoyed a melodiously tranquil state for a while. Then the music stopped abruptly, forcing Bassey to float out of his ephemeral slumber. “We are sorry to interrupt this music with breaking news,” announced a luscious female voice on the radio. The muscles in Amami’s arms twitched. He grabbed the steering wheel a little tighter and braced himself for whatever was coming next. Cop instincts, sharpened by years of criminal investigation work, gave him the uncanny ability to smell bad news from miles away. He looked at his partner and saw a hint of apprehension on his face. The voice on the radio continued. “We just received the news of a twin bomb blast at a Maiduguri market in which twelve people have been confirmed dead. Our correspondent reports that men of the bomb disposal unit of the Nigerian Police Force and other emergency first responders are onsite to control the situation. It is not yet clear if the Islamic militant group, Boko Haram, is behind this attack as the jihadist group is yet to take responsibility for this latest bombing. More details to follow as events unfold.” Bassey was all too familiar with such reports emanating from the northern parts of the country. He had served for a combined period of seven years in the DSS regional offices of the two northeastern states of Yobe and Borno. He had seen, firsthand, the devastation caused by this violent jihadist group. As he tried to make the connection between this news and his case, thoughts of Aisha flooded his mind. A sharp pain tugged at his heart as distant memories filled his mind and with them came a wave of dark and unpleasant emotions. He could never come to terms with the way Aisha was cut off in her prime. |
| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 4:32pm On Aug 10, 2022 |
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| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 4:24pm On Aug 10, 2022 |
Bassey spoke with a calm demeanour for a man given the unenviable task of putting away the most devious criminal in the country. “What happened?” “The details are still a bit sketchy but from what we’ve gathered so far, he collapsed outside his cell and died before a medic could get to him. One of the correctional officers was walking him to the visitor’s room when it happened.” “Is it a coincidence that he died a day after Bruno is released on bail?” Monachi knew the answer to his question but asked anyway. “I don’t think so. Bryce and I both agree it’s too much of a coincidence. We think Bruno got to him.” “How’s that even possible? I thought the circle of people who knew about the deal was small,” Monachi said angrily. “Yes indeed. But from what we know so far, there appears to be a leak from our end.” “A leak!” Monachi found that hard to swallow. “That’s the only explanation that makes sense,” Bassey added coyly. “You mean there’s a mole within the DSS working for Bruno?” “That’s what it looks like. Aaron McCarthy has served three years of his sentence without incident. In fact, the Warden of Kuje Prison described him as a model inmate. Then, a few weeks after we offer him a deal to testify against his old pal, he winds up dead.” There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as the three men brooded on Bassey’s allegation. Bassey continued. “There’s something else you should know. Bruno wasn’t supposed to make bail but the judge granted him bail on some flimsy health grounds. I think the judge may have been compromised.” “Yes. I think so too,” said Monachi. “The Attorney-General’s office is looking into that as we speak.” His words were reassuring to both Bassey and Amami. Amami spoke next. “If there’s a mole in the Department, then we’ve got a serious problem on our hands and I suggest we move fast.” Grant nodded for him to go on. “We can still build a rock-solid case on the testimony of the remaining two witnesses but we need to move them to two of our safe houses rather than leave them where they are exposed. If Bruno could get to Aaron McCarthy in the most high-tech maximum-security prison in the country, the rest of the witnesses will be sitting ducks. If he knew about Aaron McCarthy, it is safe to assume he also knows about the other two witnesses.” Grant seemed pleased with the idea. He nodded in approval. “What do you two have in mind?” “Suleman Ade is being held at Afokang Prison in Calabar. We plan on moving him to a safe house within Calabar where he will be more protected. Nathan Osas, the second witness, is being held at the National Intelligence Agency detention facility not far from here. He will be better off in one of our safe houses too. Their deals have both been signed by the president waiting to be delivered. With the pardon in place, they are both free to go but we’ll rather move them to the safe houses.” Bassey spoke like a man in complete control and he enjoyed the opportunity to dazzle his boss. He wanted to say something else but was interrupted by Grant. “But if we are talking about a mole in our ranks, would it not be better to let the NIA keep Nathan Osas?” “I thought of that too but to be honest, after what happened this morning, I don’t trust the NIA agents any more than I trust our people. Moreover, this is our case and we need to place him under a twenty-four-hour watch by our people who can be trusted. I’ll personally vet all the agents that will be on guard duty at the safe houses.” “How soon can we move them?” “As soon as this meeting is over, I’ll set the ball rolling,” Bassey answered. “In that case, I should let you two get back to your jobs. But before you go, I would like to let you know that I was at the Aso Rock Villa earlier this week and the president wants this case wrapped up as soon as possible. The president agreed to pardon three convicted criminals because I convinced him that to get the big fish, we need to cut those three fries loose. Now it’s down to two. He wants to keep his promise to the Nigerian people to end violent crimes, insurgency and banditry. He wants to make an example out of Bruno Obeten. My job is on the line here. Give me results.” Amami wanted to say something but thought better. Grant continued. “You’ll be reporting to me directly. Do whatever you have to and get this mess cleaned up.” The meeting was over. Both detectives shook hands with Grant Monachi and left his office hurriedly. |
| Politics › Re: 2023: Nigeria Needs A Wartime President by minks(m): 3:12pm On Aug 08, 2022 |
Indeed we are at war with the many issues bedeviling our country. Banditry Insurgency Insecurity Bad economy Hunger Poverty Inflation High cost of living The list is endless We need a president who will get this country in the right direction. Oh! Don't forget to get my novel on Amazon through this link https://amzn.to/3P5GrTk |
| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 3:07pm On Aug 08, 2022 |
CHAPTER TWO The death of Aaron McCarthy reverberated within and outside the walls of the maximum-security wing of the Kuje Prison. There was a general feeling of sombreness in the air. The inmates were all in a melancholic mood. Most wondered when their day will come and how it was all going to end. 46.2 kilometres away, at the Three Arms Zone headquarters of the Department of State Security, it was a beehive of activities. The usually serene office at number 1 Maitama Avenue had today been rattled by the sudden demise of a key witness in the case against Bruno Obeten, an egregious crime boss who sat on the throne of a dark criminal empire. Grant Monachi, the Director-General of the DSS, sat behind his large desk picking at his heavy moustache with his forefinger, something he usually did when he was worried. He had a 9 o’clock appointment with Chief Inspector Bassey Larrymore and his partner. Larrymore was supposed to brief him on the Obeten case. He checked his watch for the millionth time and found to his displeasure that the meeting was still twenty minutes away. He thought to himself, “Time is running painfully slow today of all days.” Monachi shifted uneasily on his chair and continued the wait for the two detectives. After what seemed like forever, the shrill buzz of the intercom startled Grant, bringing him back to the reality of his predicament. He hurriedly picked up the receiver. “Yes!” “Bassey Larrymore and Amami Bryce here to see you, sir,” said a delightful female voice on the other end of the line. “Send them in.” A few seconds later, a gentle knock on the door preceded the appearance of the two detectives. “Good morning, sir,” echoed Bassey and Amami in unison. “Good morning gentlemen.” Monachi shook hands with the two men and asked them to take their seats facing him. There was no time for unnecessary banter. He went straight to the business of the day. “Where are we on the Bruno Obeten case?” “We just lost one of three key witnesses in the case this morning, Aaron McCarthy.” |
| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 7:56am On Aug 07, 2022 |
They offered to exonerate him of all his crimes in exchange for his testimony in the prosecution of Bruno Obeten. “You don’t have to be put in the witness box,” Pierce, his lawyer, had told him. “All you have to do is sit in front of a camera and tell your story.” They also offered to help him disappear into the sunset with his dying wife through the witness protection program. Pierce had promised him that everything was going to be fine but his assurances fuelled Aaron’s scepticism rather than made him feel good. He thought about his last moments with his wife before his incarceration three years ago and promised himself that he would do whatever it took to be with her during her final days. If it meant ratting out Bruno, then he was ready to do just that. He missed his wife very much. They had not spoken in a long time because he found it hard to hear the pain of cancer in her voice. Listening to her frail voice on the phone was a type of cancer, killing him a million times over. He wanted desperately to be by her side, helping her fight on to the last moment. The sound of stiff boots on a hard surface tore Aaron away from his deep thoughts. He glanced around suspiciously and found that Tom was back in the upper bunk. Clack, clack, clack. The sound got louder until it stopped somewhere close to him. Then came a loud banging on the iron bars that almost caused him to jump out of his bed. “Get up, McCarthy,” echoed the hoarse voice of officer Brown. “Good morning to you too, officer. Hope you slept well,” retorted Aaron. “Your lawyer’s here to see you.” “I don’t have an appointment with my lawyer today. Tell whoever it is to get lost.” “He doesn’t need an appointment to see you. Now move your ass.” Aaron sat up reluctantly. He tried to get on his feet but fell back on the bed. Suddenly, he felt dizzy. Everything spun around at an alarming speed. He closed his eyes briefly to clear his head. There was a horrible pain in the back of his head, almost like the migraine from a terrible hangover. He braced himself and got up very slowly this time, a little surprised he could stand on his feet considering how weak he felt. He took a few steps to the door, standing face to face with the correctional officer on the other side of the bars of iron. He made a mental note to request a visit to the infirmary later in the day. Officer Brown observed him suspiciously like one would a lab sample analysed through the lens of a microscope. “What the hell is wrong with you, McCarthy?” “I’m fine officer,” came the insincere reply. “Open on seven,” officer Brown spoke loudly on his walkie. The whizzy sound of the motor came alive as the iron bars rolled open. Aaron stepped into the passage with officer Brown following closely behind. He walked laboriously, each step intensifying the pain in the back of his head. Again, he was hit by a shockwave of dizziness, this time more severe, accompanied by weakness of the joints. He took a few uneasy steps with a discordant gait and fell to the ground. Officer Brown sprinted to his side as he spoke hurriedly on his walkie. “Inmate down! I repeat, inmate down! I need a medic in cell block B.” Aaron felt weirdly weak. His breathing was out of sync and laborious. He started to doze off. But right when he was about to close his eyes, he felt the officer’s hands pressing down on his huge chest in a desperate bid to keep his heart beating. He tried to look at officer Brown’s eyes but everything was blurry. He tried to speak but his lips felt so heavy they wouldn’t move. Aaron McCarthy knew instinctively that he was a dead man. The realisation hit him hard. He had been beaten at his own game. He wondered how Bruno was able to get to him so fast before he got the chance to snitch on him. With that realisation, his heart stopped beating. He blacked out, slipping into a deep sleep from which he will never wake. |
| Christianity Etc › What's Your Favourite Version Of The Bible? by minks(op): 7:42am On Aug 07, 2022 |
Studying the word of God is always refreshing and spiritually nourishing but studying a version that is hard to understand can make you not to enjoy the experience of studying the Bible. I love the King James Bible but recently I found that I'm starting to like newer versions like The New International Version (NIV) and the English Standard Version (ESV). So, what version do you enjoy studying? Share with us and maybe we could discover new versions of God's word that will aid our knowledge of God. 10 Likes 2 Shares |
| Literature › Re: A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 7:40am On Aug 06, 2022 |
CHAPTER ONE Since he made a pact with the devil, as he liked to think of the deal, Aaron McCarthy had been unable to sleep for more than a few hours each night. Last night was no different. His tiny bed didn’t make it any easier. He looked around his small enclosure nervously and for the first time in a long time, he was scared. The thought of what he was about to do troubled him a lot. He reflected on the events of the past few weeks and his neck stiffened, sending a wave of tingling sensation down his body. He had minded his business and kept his mouth shut until the whole talk about the deal started. There was no doubt in his heart that he was threading a dangerous path by agreeing to the deal. Suddenly, Aaron was pulled out of his deep thoughts by a strong feeling that he was being watched. He looked in the direction of the toilet and his eyes met with Tom’s. For a moment, they stared at each other. Tom gave him a conspiratorial smile. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. It’s a spectacular day full of life.” “Yeah, but not in here,” Aaron grumbled in response. “Look on the brighter side, Aaron. Be positive for once. Makes it a lot easier when the time comes.” “Time for what?” Aaron asked, perplexed. “I saw you die in my dream last night and my dreams always come true.” Aaron was horrified but tried unsuccessfully not to show it. “Listen! There is no bright side here. I’m sharing a prison cell with some bozo who doesn’t like to keep his nose out of my business. How’s that for the brighter side?” Tom ignored his pessimistic rants, preferring to hum an unfamiliar tune with a baritone voice as he went about his business in the loo. Aaron laid in bed for a while thinking about the offer from the Department of State Security. The DSS had cut him a deal that looked like a five-star meal straight out of the devil’s kitchen. Accepting it was the last thing he wanted to do. “But how the hell were they able to convince me to testify against Bruno Obeten in the first place?” he asked himself. On the surface, it looked good but something wasn’t right about the deal and he knew it in his guts. |
| Literature › A Dark World Behind: An Assassin's Path To Redemption by minks(op): 7:35am On Aug 06, 2022 |
A Dark World Behind © 2022 by Minke-oyo Okoi A Christian Novel. About The Book A blind thirteen-year-old girl has a series of visions that changes her life and her entire family. Raised by atheist parents, Sharon struggles with the pains of blindness and a troubled family until she finds redemption. On the other side of town, a crime boss is about to be sentenced to life imprisonment without parole for his crimes. He unleashes his most effective assassin to eliminate critical witnesses in his case. Shortly after Sharon’s sight is miraculously restored, she crosses paths with the ruthless assassin who is determined to kill her in a pulsating twist of events. A Story of Crime, Corruption, Healing and Redemption. |
| Crime › Re: Is Buharis Government Deliberately Giving Terrorist Soft Landing?! by minks(m): 5:26pm On Jul 25, 2022 |
The answer to that question is an emphatic yes. No need to sugarcoat it with lies. That's why terrorists have taken over the country. I even heard that the VP slot of a major political party was given to a terrorist sympathizer. And we wonder why we are where we are as a country. |
| Politics › Re: See List Of Native Igbo Tribes Outside The South East. by minks(m): 5:14pm On Jul 25, 2022*. Modified: 2:51pm On Jul 28, 2022 |
I wanted to take this seriously until I saw that Liyel Imoke and his wife are Igbos from Abi Local Government Area of Cross River State. That's not correct. For the record, the Abi people in Cross River are not Igbos. Mrs Obioma Imoke, wife of the former governor of Cross River State is from Enugu but became an indigene of the state by marriage. Get your facts right. 9 Likes 1 Share |
