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:oChisos, Nawao, see writting with double t, Mr Ghost your mind dey underworld cos this your story is out of this world mahn...
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A worker on a construction site would wait until the end of the day, then walk out with a wheelbarrow filled with dirt. The Management was positive he was stealing supplies, but every security check of the wheelbarrow accounted for nothing but plain sand. After the job was completed and the worker collected his final paycheck, the foreman walked up to him and said, "Mike, I know you were stealing something. Tell me the truth, wetin you been dey take'?"
"Wheelbarrows!" Mike replied with a mischievous grin on his face.
Growing up on the streets, you pick up a thing or two about smartness, because survival is the key word on the streets. I grew up in one of the suburbs in one of the Northern states of the country, where I’m from, if you are not smart or like we like to call it “sharp” then nothing for you, all meats will be stripped off the bones and no matter how patient you are, you won’t obtain any fat bones, in fact you’re lucky if you meet any bones at all. My Joke above is the kind of sharpness I’m referring to, with the utmost innocence on your face, you deflect people’s attention away from the crime your hand is actually committing. How God was able to reach out and save me is still a mystery to me, because for as long as I can remember, I have always been a ‘church boy’, the church was my second home, Mama made sure of that, see My Mama could pray for Africa, cheii!! I used to wonder what it was you’ll be praying for, for over an hour, it was a struggle just to get through ‘Our Lord’s Prayer’ and not fall asleep, talk more of prayer above an hour. It will interest you to know that mama never went to school yet she could quote scriptures, the woman is a blessing to me especially, because the fire she carried I contacted, something tells me she struck a deal with God about me.
Ehsom Soga is my name, wonder not at the “unusuality” of the name – it means savior, I was born to be a savior, but I myself have needed saving so many times, had it not been for the hand of God upon my life, I would have been forgotten long before now, the Olowogbogboro himself was the one who held my life together.
Oh!!! Sorry, I got carried away talking about myself, this story was not intended to be about me, it’s about the girl – I meant the frame in the dark –ooops! Cat’s out of the bag, well then I should tell you about the girl.
For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to grow a relationship that will lead to marriage and end by death. Ada was teachable, understanding, nice, full of untapped potentials in my area of interest and call, she loves God and is willing to be a committed and a faithful wife, the compatibility is unparalleled, I have so much strength in her area of weakness and vice versa.
Ada is beautiful and fair, a thing of beauty to behold, she couldn’t walk into a hall without 101 eyes drifting automatically in her direction, heads spinning, minds wagging in joy at the delightful sight to which they beheld. Her nose was pointed but way shorter than that of Pinocchio, her eyes were so bright you could find your lost coin in a dark room, and her smile……. When she smiled it was as though, the lilies meeting with the morning star in a rainbow garden had exploded in a colorful array of splendor, sending warmth and love down your very spine as it captures you in the most serene way ever, I never even knew a smile could make one feel such an emotion, I believe if a sonogram of the brain was taken in the instant she smiled, the print would look something like a picture of a golden apple in silver painting on a diamond canvass with a frame made from a thousand pearls – Ada is truly a definition of a human goddess.
If there was more than these out there, I didn’t want it, these was what I wanted, anything more than this would connote suicide, because any feeling of euphoria greater than this would definitely kill, this was already too much to contain. But all these were not noticed in one day neither did it grow at ones, it was nurtured slowly. After collecting her digits I didn’t even call her for weeks, at first I thought she wasn’t my type, she didn’t look like anyone I have been with, in the past, you have to understand that I am outgoing and all what you may like to call an extrovert, I enter a dark room, I lit it up, if the place is cold we set it on fire, that was me, she was the very opposite; she was reserved, calm, shy, quiet (or so I thought at first), this reminds of me of our first hang out and her ridiculous impression about me…….

Halleluyah!! Amen! Yes sir, Uh huh! That’s right sir! Jesus! Rhema! Tell them sir!!
All these chants filled the auditorium as the man of God blasted away in high spirits, dishing out the word of God in different dimensions, we followed his every thought as he blessed us with the pasture he was called to feed us with, this place was a green pasture as the word was always fresh gulped down with fresh water of love, it was the place for me, this was home for me, this walls I have known for over six years.
The service glided to an end and the sheep flocked outside, some to socialize others on their way to their pen for the nights rest, I greeted a couple of people, hugged those dearer to my heart, laughed some hearty laughs, then stepped out to check for one of my buddy who I didn’t see in the auditorium, it was in the process of looking around that I saw a frame in the dark, lurking, alone, I could see the eyes darting to and fro as if in search of a missing treasure in dark vault, for some reason I cannot explain I stretched out an arm of friendship and the frame took it, so I pulled the frame into the light and indeed light shone on this majestic frame, though shy this frame was but there was beauty in this shy unfamiliar face, as I drank into the Beauty of the sight, I was interrupted by a call from within the auditorium, higher authority was beaconing for my presence “I dey come” I yell back half-annoyed for the interruption, so I took down the digits and galloped into the auditorium wondering what came over me as this was not my usual style (yeah I have a holy anointed style), I don’t fraternize with strangers, especially not in church, naaa, something was up, but it was boiling far below the noticeable Fahrenheit so I didn’t paid it a centigrade of attention…..

A short story about a spirit filled believer who falls in love only to be dropped like a hot plate of EBA...

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I normally took the long bus to my stop, it takes a short while, meanwhile today the bus refuses to stop by the Refuse it is located, “dropin dey o” again I scream from the back, from the front the driver makes a stop suddenly as if to dump me in the Refuse bin, ‘you bin wan trowey me abi?’ I say obviously angry at the way they treat us once we get on their bus, I wish I was their boss, I’d fire him and his electric wire; pardon me I meant his conductor, the guy was just too skinny, no skin on him just bones, pointy chin and sharp jaw, with his jaw you don’t have to be Samson to kill a thousand philistines, no edge on him was blunt except his sharp responses at the same passengers he was cajoling to enter his bus awhile back, his back was flat, it was hard for you to tell where his waistline was. From his head to his legs was a straight line, Jeez this guy could hide behind a line and you won’t see him even if it were an imaginary line, and its axis doesn’t matter too, X or Y just draw an “I” and he’s gone, he threatened fire as though he held a gun ‘’If you no get change I go change am for you now now” he threatened one chubby lady that could wear him as an ear pin, she turned her ear as if to hear him again, he turned his eye towards her and made to say something but swallowed his words when he saw the look she was wearing, “Na your real face be this abi na mask?” he said and of cause this throws the whole bus into an uproar as laughter and murmurs springs from various passengers, eruptions of mixed emotions sweeps through the crowd some agitated at the comment, others helping themselves to a sizeable chunk of laughter, in-fact a guy behind me was almost choking from laughter as tears flowed freely from his eyes. In anger the large woman stands up and makes for the conductor, the bus creaking under her mighty steps, lands him the kind of slap that rearranges your cavity as it carves a hole in your dental arrangement, before the passengers could rescue the poor conductor the woman made sure he was looking like he was hiding puff puff in both cheeks as they were looking puffed up after being stuffed with a good measure of fat woman blows. To avoid accidental blows not meant for me, I quickly alighted with our conductor looking very humble I was sure he wasn’t going to say a word all through this trip.
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?WHY??
Why am I not a star in the sky, for if I were a star, all I would worry about is shinning, I wont worry about what to wear for I would be clothed with majestic light, bright shinning across the galaxies.
Why am I not a Lilly in spring, so I would bloom in season and be beautiful while worrying about nothing in particular, for I would have no thoughts and so bear no burdens, my heart wont be heavy over issues I have no control over.
Why am I not water, so I could take any form and quench thirst, so I could go to sleep and not worry about what tomorrow holds, for I would be water, all I have to do is flow, I wont worry about clothes, phones, I wont worry about illegal clones hidden in secret labs, I’ll just be water, I’d be fluid.
Why am I not an alphabet, so I could have 25 other siblings whom I will see every other day on paper and in sounds, so I would form words and grow into phrases, clauses and sentences for life. My worries would have been, why are me and my siblings murdered in terrible pronunciations and enunciations, rhymes would have been my romantic partner, we would have made our bed on poetry.
Why am I not electricity, I would have been too hot to handle, would have shocked anyone who dared touch my naked body, would have cooked meals and roasted birds, especially bats, would have only worried about lighting rooms at night, would have prided myself in shinning in the dark and unveiling secrets that should be hidden in dark places like parks, with my sparks would have started unquenchable fires.

Why am I man?

Why do I have to worry about everything even things I know I have no control over. I worry about yesterday, today and even the tomorrow I have not seen, I worry about where I have been, where I am and where am going. I even worry about what I’ve worn (when am I going to wash them), what will I wear and should I buy to wear.
And the biggest worry of all, the mamaload of all worries: Money. Where do I get money from to buy both the things I need and those I donot need but believe I should or must have.
Who will feed me today? What will I eat? I’ve eaten too much Eba lately, garri would be nice today, rice wont be a bad idea too, wish I could eat it with chicken pepper soup served hot, the weather is quite hot, I would kill for a cup of icecream, hot chocolate flavor, endeavor to put vanilla by side. All these aside, worry not about a thing He says, I’ve got you covered from the crown of glory called your head to the golden skin on your feet, He clothes the lilies, feeds the Lion and the goat, how much you; the jewel of all His creation, you are a creation not an invention and so you are an inventor just like your creator, look at his creation, draw inspiration and make your invention.
I call Him the only doctor that doesn’t need a doctor, never went to med school yet remains the best physician in the world, for He heals even ailments that cant be detected by scanners, tumors that cant be revealed in MRIs, He removes without a single incision, pierces the hearts of men without a niddle, listens to the heart cry of millions and has never touched a stethoscope, needed no telescope to put the stars in place, not an astronomer yet knows every star by name, doesn't need their light for they are a reflection of His never dying light. Light of the world doesn’t need a generator, self sustaining power not hydro, washes you cleaner than Hypo, makes no typo when writing on walls, break walls even Jericho.He never went to law school but remains the Incorruptible judge, for what bribe could you offer to Him who owns everything including you and everything you own for what have you that He hasn’t given you?
Don't worry He says I got you...
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Despite our many degrees our nation is in a state of constant decrease. it is by God's shear decree that we have not been shared in pieces, though we are laden with different diseases. Please do not dismiss this, rather deliberate on it and you will see that Masters degrees are on the increase, yet they are not masters within; if you doubt quiz them and see, all you'll find is they are masters on paper, they might look dapper but upstairs all they got is paper, infact TABULARASA!
SOLUTIONS! Solutions!! they do not understand this chemistry, if you have a masters and have no solutions for this generation, then you are a master disgrace. Your academic certificate is worthless if you do not an achievement certificate from the school of life. Sad our schools have become zoos, all they do is cage creativity. They do not teach to express it they only help repress it. lecturers joyfully oppressing, how repulsive, they delight in abusing.


At 56 my nation is in a recession, they yelled change!! with a broom little did we know they were coming to sweep Nigerians to their graves. i hear is weepings and wailing, our economy is failing, dollar is winning, our leaders; Clueless, they fail to stick together so i say they are glueless.
We would soon be 60 cos we started in 1960 but if we do not involve God we would soon be biscuits dancing on the palates of Pilate.
Once Great Giants of Africa, now little giants of West Africa; the only thing still keeping us relevant is our large market, even our oil is waning. When are we going to turn to God? We have been reduced to our knees and yet we are not praying instead we prey on each other. Yes I know are forefathers were great hunters but they hunted animals not Humans, now I see men caring more about cattle than they do their fellow men; they call themselves herdsmen but I call them Hardmen cos they got hearts of steel with nerves of platinum cos they feel nothing and are moved by nothing and so go nowhere though they cover a great distance by foot yet they are backwards.

Nigerians need to understand the role of the Nigerian in transforming Nigeria, it begins with a change of heart, we do not care for ourselves yet we complain greatly when the government doesn't care for us, I believe the phrase is "Love thy neighbor as thyself" and charity they say begins at home. Every single one of us has a role to play, the decadence and wreckage level of the country outweighs what only the government can fix; check it on any scale you wish, though they are to play a vital role, we as individuals have ours too. A lot of us go to school and come out unschooled with twisted and warped mentalities, oh! how I look forward to the days when every graduate will not be clamoring for government jobs but involved passionately in becoming the government by creating jobs, when we will not be complaining about our leaders cos we are too busy putting them to shame by the amounts of life being affected by our credible ideas. Yes when you mention ideas, you hear talks like "I have ideas but no finance" and quiz that person further you will find that he/she can't even write a proposal, can't tell you what is the business plan, can't extrapolate the earning potentials of the idea; such an idea is a mere wish and of cause wishes are not horse so such ideas would never amount to anything. If you have an idea, refine it, cos what you have is raw and unprocessed and if you pitch it like that the most you gon get is a token and not the heavy kind.

Excusitis is a chronic disease that has ridden the youths of my generation, they have no time to read books that would transform their lives yet they have all the time in the world to read chats about facts they already know, hence you find them running on tracks heading nowhere, and whoever won a race by running through short cuts? They fancy easy money, fast cash to buy fast cars and of cause that would always crash. The cure to excusitis is action, face your fears and your fears will disappear, ensure you set goals and daily take steps driving you towards your goals, don’t be scared to aim high, you might not hit your mark but it forces you to apply more force to your leaps. Baby steps are still steps in fact better steps than no steps, for with every step your courage is encouraged, my advice is this; what you do not know, find out, for knowledge is a powerful tool once backed up by appropriate action it is reffered to as wisdom and do not be afraid to fail or fall for failing never made anyone a failure but quitting does, so ensure never to give up. Microsoft wasn’t Billgates’ first venture neither was Apple, Steve Jobs’ and of cause we all know how many times Edison tried before achieving his goal. So make your goal and no matter how unbelievable it might seem now; Don’t Give up. A nation is as strong as its individuals. Change begins with you and me.