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In the next three weeks, I adjusted to my new work. The man of God himself, the general overseer was pleased with my performance. I was happy with myself too. I realized I was getting closer to God too. I was now part of all the weekly activities, the services and the vigils.

   Three months into the job, I had become very familiar with all the minsters, the ushers, choristers and many church members. I went to church virtually every day, including Saturdays as the choir members would be having their practice. 

As usual, this Saturday, the choir, who were mostly ladies, was having their rehearsals.  I loitered around, moving from one part of the church to another.

Just then, the horn of a car was blared at the gate of the church. I quickly went to the gate. A white Lexus jeep was there, and behind the wheel was Madam Bimpe Da Rocha.

I moved towards the side of the car. She stopped the engine and came out.

   'Good evening, ma'am,' I greeted, giving an obeisance.

   'Good evening, Alex. Has Sophia, my daughter come around?' she asked.

   'Yes, ma'am. She's with the choir.'

   'Please call her for me.'

   I nodded and set off. Madam Bimpe Da Rocha was a very respectable member of our church.

She was a member of many committees including the Building and Welfare committees. She was someone not to be undermined.

   I called the attention of Sophia. I stood by the gate while mother and daughter talked in low tunes by the car. Sophia soon left to rejoin the rehearsals.

   'Ehn, Alex, I want to see you,' the important-looking woman said.

   I moved a bit towards the madam.  'Yes, ma'am.'

   'I understand you used to teach English in a tutorial centre before.'

   I briefly wondered how she got to know that. 'Yes, yes, ma'am.'

   'Good. I want you to be taking Sophia in home lessons. She'll soon write her GCE, and she'll be writing UTME next year. I want you to be coaching her, even if it is twice a week.'

   I nodded. 'That will be no problem, ma'am.'

   'What days and time will you be coming? When will you start?'

   'Well, I ... '

   'Start on Monday,' she interjected. 'There is no mid-week service on Mondays, so that day should not be a problem. I'll pay you sixty thousand naira per month, to start with. Get our house address from Sophia, I've already discussed the matter with her. You will take her between five and seven p.m. See you.'

   I was visibly pleased. 'Thank you, ma'am. It's a pleasure ma'am.'

   With that, the glib-talking woman entered her car and drove off.

   I watched as the car moved out of sight. I whistled to myself. What madam was offering me, when added to what the church was paying, was certainly worthwhile.

With it, I could plan and do something meaningful with my life.


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Ada's face clouded. "You have a fiancee?" she interjected in surprise.

I chuckled and nodded. Should that be a surprise? "And another thing is: it will not be good for a guy and a lady to be co-habitating just like that."

Now, it sounded like I was making a sermon. "I'm sorry, Ada, if there's any other way I can help, I'll render it."

She tried to shrug it off. Some minutes later she announced that she would be leaving.

I glanced at my watch.

"I'll soon be leaving too," I said as I bade her goodnight. I worked for some more minutes and decided to call it a day. It was some minutes to six o 'clock. The two-storey bulding was very quiet.

I knew the security man would still be in the cubicle by the gate. He doubled as the janitor that would go round and lock the place. I put few books in my back-pack and stood up to go.

I was at the head of the stairs when I saw a student in mufti coming up. It was no other person than Jennifer.

"What! You're still in school?" I said in surprise.

She looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I forgot something."

Her class was in the middle floor, so I wondered what she was coming up to do. "And since you're still around, I decided to come."

How did she know I was still around? I remained on the same spot while she came up. When she was three steps to where I was, she stopped.

"Can we go back to your staff-room?" she said. "I will like to ask my questions there."

An alarm bell rang in my brain. "I'm sorry, school is over for today."

She shook her head like a petulant girl. "You are not going anywhere until you answer my questions."


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I got to the church about five thirty. I joined some church workers in arranging and dusting the chairs. I actually had the intention of joining the work force in the church and had signaled my interest three weeks ago.

It was a work that had no income or allowance attached to it, but which - I was told - had a lot of divine blessing. I was informed that I would go through workers in training and be baptized before I could be fully integrated into the church workforce. I said no problem and had started the worker's training.

   Few minutes after six, the praise worship started. It was an exciting programme as I joined others in praying that Holy Ghost fire should come down and consume all our enemies who did not wish us good.

   At the end of the three-day programme, I was surprised when the head of the usher came to inform me that the wife of our General Overseer would like to see me. I eagerly went to see the revered woman in the church office.

   'I've noticed how fervent you're in serving God and working in the house of God,' she began.

   'Thank you, ma'am', I said, giving her another bow.

    'Can you give me your background? I mean, what did you study, and where do you work?'

   I told her my educational background and my search for a good job. I also told her where I was currently earning stipends and how I wish I could get a much better offering.

   She nodded. 'You have a bright future ahead of you, but you must be patient. I can say that God has good plans for you.'

   She paused to assess my attentiveness. Then, she continued. 'Working for God doesn't seem to pay off financially, especially at the beginning.

However, in the long run, it pays off a lot. Can you work in the Lord's vineyard full time?'

   I wasn't expecting that. What I had thought was she would ask for my c.v to connect me to a high corporate person for a big corporate job.

   I stared for some seconds. She waited patiently. I surprised myself when I nodded and said I would be glad to work full time in the Lord's vineyard.

  The woman smiled briefly and nodded.

   'As I said, indeed, it pays to serve the Lord. Come to see me tomorrow morning in my office. I will give you the briefings. You'll function as the Church Administrator.'

    I smiled. 'Thank you, madam, er mummy (people usually addressed her as 'mummy'),' I answered, genuinely gladdened.

   On my way home, I wondered if that was God's way of answering my prayer.


   Later in the day, when I told Enny about the offer on the phone, she appeared happy about it. I wasn't sure If I should be happy or not. I didn't even know the pay yet.

   All my curiosities were satisfied the following morning when I reported at the church office.

The madam was only there briefly but before she left, she showed me round the church premises and gave me a letter of employment, detailing my schedule of duties.

    The money I would receive wasn't much, but I was encouraged to be diligent. I nodded. Right there I promised to do my best. As soon as madam left, I went to my small office to start the work.

   In the next three weeks, I adjusted to my new work. The man of God himself, the general overseer was pleased with my performance. I was happy with myself too.

I realized I was getting closer to God too. I was now part of all the weekly activities, the services and the vigils.


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An Inspirational Story of Love






The church programme was scheduled to start at six p.m. It was a three-day programme with guest ministers. Miracles had been promised. I was there for a miracle.

After two years of graduating with a Second Class Upper degree in English language from a prestigious Nigerian university, I was yet to get a good job. I stayed with an uncle and only managed to receive stipends from the evening coaching job I did at a tutorial centre.

At thirty, I was looking forward to settling down soonest and starting my faimly. Enny, my girlfriend since my undergraduate years was really supportive. She was a year younger but we had finished from the same university the same year. Through connections, she had got a job in a federal establishment. Recently, she told me to speed up getting a job as her parents were on her neck to marry. They knew about me, but how would I be able to settle down without a (good) job?

I didn't want to lose Enny. She was a good lady. She had even boosted me financially on many ocassions. So, you can see that for me to succeed in marrying her, I indeed needed a miracle.


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Romance. Sexuality . Mystery



Seyi prides himself as a young man of dignity who will not be seduced by the opposite sex no matter how beautiful and alluring.

He is able to maintain this lofty stance until he meets Madam Francisca, the lady who disarms him and gets him spellbound.














I tried to make the class as interesting as possible. Literature is one subject I teach with passion. The SS 2 Literature-in-English class had always been lively.

The bell rang to signal the end of the period. Just then, a girl called Jennifer raised up her hand.

"Sorry, Jenny, I have to leave the class now. Can you ask the question in the next Literature period? If it is a pressing question, you can come around during break to see me in the staff room."

She looked disappointed as she put her hand down. I went for my next class. It was actually a busy day for me. I had no free period until the break time. Even after that, I had no any free period until closing time.

The pay was low, but the school still paid much more than many other private schools. The driving force was the passion I had for the job. I loved to impart knowledge, and that mattered a lot.

The school closed for the day at quarter to four o'clock. I decided to stay behind and write some notes. Some teachers stayed behind too, but by five p.m, all the teachers had left, leaving only Ada and me.

"Thank God we are now alone," Ada started. "There is a matter I will like to discuss with you."

The keenness of her voice showed that indeed, she had been angling to have a private conversation with me.

"I'm all ears," I said. She smiled. "It is actually a request and I hope you can grant it."

Ada was one of the closest teachers to me since I joined Highworth College about eight months ago. As close as we were, everything between us was official.

I suspected she should be about my age, but one could not be too certain about such a thing. I was twenty-eight years of age. I could be described as young, full of life and vibrant. Now, I wondered the kind of request Ada had in mind.

"Go on," I prompted her.

"Well, it's not much. It's just that right now, I have accommodation challenge. The aunty I'm staying with will, by this weekend, relocate with her husband to Ibafo.

“So, it will be too expensive for me to be coming from Ibafo to Ogba every day. I need a temporary accommodation. I plan to rent accommodation around here, but in the mean time, I need somewhere to stay."

I was full of thought over what she said. But, there was actually no need to think much. The answer to her request was a capital NO.

"Your request will not be granted for many reasons," I stated. "I have a fiancee who, first and foremost, will not accept that inclusion."

Ada's face clouded. "You have a fiancee?" she interjected in surprise.



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This is getting serious.

A UN agency as a terrorist group?

That sounds weird.

Even in advanced democracy, some people now see elections as do or die affair.

Humans are increasingly becoming self-centred. It goes with violence, and it is unfortunate.

Is he suffering from ill-health or depression?

Whatever, he is in big trouble.

Government should indeed be sensitive. Reforms that harm and cause the death of citizens are bad policies.

Best of luck to all.

So much tragedy in the land. People should really be careful.

Very soon, all those collaborating with terrorists would be exposed and humiliated by the power of Almighty God.

Height of hypocrisy.

Even in a village, what can 20k buy in the current hardship?

Some people will not just hear words.

But then, life is about taking risks. The thing is you must face the consequences of your actions.

What a pity. But there's no need to mourn over him as he's going straight to heaven.

I don't agree with Adeyanju's postulation.

It's a defeatist thinking. People can still try mergers and see if they will work.

Don't give up!

Very insensitive.

In this hardship time, it is difficult to believe that some people in government can still live life of profligacy.

What shall it profit a woman to fix eyelashes only to lose her comfort?

Some even look like puppets with the eyelashes.
Nothing beats being natural.

Must she open her legs for the man?

Now, the poor baby was at the receiving end.

But thank God the woman has been apprehended. Let her face the music.