Sunday 8th August, 9:30am.
Where should I start my appreciation? Really I don’t know where. But what I know is, I have been overwhelmed with love and warmth since Saturday as I marked my 40th. Family, friends, colleagues, well-wishers… you are all simply amazing.
Even though I would have loved to have a get together with friends … I must not fail to commend, celebrate and appreciate my wife for the beautiful cake and the party mood she put the whole house too. I celebrate you, love you and treasure you greatly. This journey won’t have been possible without you. And to Adeoluwa and Oluwatamilore… you made the day bam in your own unique children ways. Continue reading
It was the 1995/96 academic session. I was filled with dread as the countdown began after finishing the final papers for the promotional exams in my alma mata, Mayflower School Ikenne. There were various postulations as to what the cut off mark would be with mathematics and English been the key criteria for promotion.
“This is not a surprise at all this is a coup!” That was the exclamation of my Mum last Saturday, 27th March 2021. And I have a good feeling about it…want to know what transpired? Follow me.
By Sanya Otuyalo
Just had the heart-breaking task of seating through my cousin’s funeral, Captain Omitola Falana. He died in active service in Katsina on the 24th of September 2020. His wife couldn’t even see his body as he was shot in the head at close range after being Continue reading
The hallway echoes with footsteps…The rooms pregnant with dark silence, the chairs looking gloomy…a shadow of useful past.
One after another, the chatter fades away, the smiles wither and the warmth turns to cold, the boisterousness gives way to hollowness and despair.
A cherished history, the bonding memories are remembered in bitterness and anger…and the wind blows listlessly…willing for days gone by.
A hunger for fulfillment…a stirring for purpose give winds to the sails…and they sail off into the sunset seeking for glory and never to look back.
By Femi Aderibigbe
Look at us now, Femi! Look at how far we have come!
We were born into a failed marriage, but we were comfortable and loved anyways.
I sat down and am wondering what to write on this awesome day. Words fail me beyond measure as I look back over the last one year, and my heart wells with gratitude to God. For it had being Him all the day…yes all the way. I remember that conversation with my Pastor heralding your coming, we had waited quite a while and resolved to just trust in Continue reading
It’s being quite a while that I posted anything in this space…been cut up in different things that make my heart wander away from here but I stroll down again to reminisce on things I had written and rue on articles I still want to write on.
3-4 Rehoboam assembled Jeroboam and all the people. They said to Rehoboam, “Your father made life hard for us—worked our fingers to the bone. Give us a break; lighten up on us and we’ll willingly serve you.”
5 “Give me three days to think it over, then come back,” Rehoboam said.
6 King Rehoboam talked it over with the elders who had advised his father when he was alive: “What’s your counsel? How do you suggest that I answer the people?”
When God set the world in place,
when He hung the stars up in space,
when He made the land and the sea,
then He made you and me.
He sat back and saw all that was good,
He saw things to be as they should. Continue reading