Its streets were paved with glowing crystals, houses dotting the landscape while sweet melody permeated the air mixed with voices of children laughing in pure delight as they splashed in the warm spring…

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Early Morning Palaver

As he was rubbing his eye with the first scoop of water, she carried the bucket of cold water and turned it over his head…

Lagos Rush

“It is 60 seconds to 8′ o clock” on a week day in Lagos and you could feel urgency everywhere and bustling energy exerted to make the smartest use of the time. I see the frenzy – horns blaring from impatient motorists as bikes sped past with workers trying to get to their office before…

Prison Break

    Wake up, Pete! Get up! There was both a sense of urgency and comfort in this voice As the bearer stirred me from slumber Still lying down, I turned and looked at him Since it wasn’t a familiar voice, but was drawn to it He stood tall and his gait graceful like a…

God, a Father and Mother

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?…Nay,in all these things we are more than conqueror through Him that loved us. Rom 8: 35-37

Death in the Desert

    Chief Priest Aaron died on Mount Hor some weeks back Before his death, he was the right-hand man to Prophet that led us out of Egypt So, we mourned for him before the camp broke Really, this journey seems to be turning into an endless one Cos we have been in the desert…

Under the Rain

…I couldn’t get that boy out of mind.  He made a lasting impression as I quietly sought that joy he had.

The Ride Home

A trip in one of the yellow- painted public buses in Lagos could be both a nightmare and an interesting experience. The Ride Home gives an insight to what an average commuter experiences…

Raising the Mainsail

  Well, this is quite different from my regular write ups but it is a truth that needs to be shared with everyone. I’ve heard and read quite a number of stories on midlife crisis and as I approach my mid-thirties, I started to ask some questions and ponder on who am I, what was…

A Miner’s Salvation Story

  At the crack of dawn We rose from our makeshift beds Armed with our pickaxes and shovels Headed to the quarry for the day’s job Lyrics engraved in our hearts Sang the miners’ anthem As we marched on shoulder to shoulder To the source of our daily wage In the “Shoofly” was this Uncommonly…

More Sons…

    There He stood without a hint of His true identity We could not tell how great His Majesty was Neither decipher the extent of His rule Nor fathom how beautiful and strong His servants were And His army? None could compare in valor and might He left it all and became human That…

Life on the Streets

Where I came from I can’t remember nor where my siblings and parents live can I tell. All I can say is that “the street is my home and the fellow street children are of same brotherhood.” I’ve learned how to become a man at a very young age. Hustling is our street mantra –…