Praise and worship over, the whole congregation rose as the man of God strode in. He looked neither to the right nor left as he made straight for the pulpit. Women curtsied and men bowed in his wake. He didn’t acknowledge the greetings but he was aware of it. It was his due. He had earned it He climbed the elevated podium and stood, staring haughtily over the sea of heads. He held himself erect for a full minute. In that minute, you could hear the bated breathes as people waited expectantly to hear from God. Dramatically, the figure on the pulpit threw up his hands and dropped to his knees. Immediately the hall erupted as people scrambled to their knees. You don’t remain standing when The Commanding Bishop of His Glorious Body Ministries was on his knees. The Most Revered Reverend Jehovah-
The tragicomedies of living in Sports Hall still haunt me. The male Sports Hall, sited at the very gates of the Sports complex, was originally home to the Defense Academy’s sportsmen. It had however degenerated into a den of the worst blackguards to be found anywhere in the city of Kaduna; blackguards who gave new interpretations to all laws pertaining to survival. It was in this sad state of affairs that my friend Zang thrived. Zang was what is called in literature, a proper caution; one that looked narrowly upon any laws not created by himself and sometimes, depending on convenience, even upon his own. I still wonder how Zang, the last person you would consider given to sportsmanship ever, came to roost in Sports Hall, but that is another story. Zang was known by the colorf
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“Koko, are you listening to me?” asked Atim as she realized that her cousin had not responded to anything she had said to her in the last few minutes. Looking up she noticed the faraway look in Koko’s eyes and panicked “Koko, is it the baby? Are you in pain?” she questioned as she grabbed her cousin’s hand and shook it. “Say something, anything. Oh! Abasi mbok“* she cried in Efik as she threw up her hands towards the sky. Nothing could have prepared Koko for this moment even though some of the older women in her family had told her what to expect. No-one could have accurately described the way her heart would leap for joy or how overwhelmingly protective she would become when she felt the butterfly-like flutter of movement in her womb for the very first time. “Calm down, Atim,
I can see clearly now…the storm is over After suffering blisters and bruises Healing is finally taking its course However the scars remain, the pain has not been forgotten But they serve as a memorial…there’s no going back I now can face today, wave goodbye to yesterday, and welcome tomorrow I had to be demoted in order to be promoted From the prison gates to the palace Here I stand, stronger and bolder then ever Looking up to the sky, where my help comes from Knowing that with the God in me, I can sit on top of the world There are no limits…no boundaries…no hindrances I was called to rule and reign I now take purposeful steps towards my destiny I’m no longer afraid, because I know his thought