As it is the culture of most Nigerian homes to dine with chicken during xmas period, well, ours weren’t different. My dad got two but the other was just a little lad of a chicken as we nurse hope of killing it on Easter. We killed the other and believe me, the taste was divine cause i cooked it myself. I could still perceive the tempting aroma as i write and with every gulp, i savour it. Continue reading “The painful story of Chicky”
I woke up this morning feeling so tired and sluggish; doubtlessly because i slept late the previous night. What contrived this morning a sad one was the barking of my neighbour’s dog, Jimmy.
Church is almost on every street, appearing whole and innocent like a lamb recently brought to the world. To an ignorant onlooker, they are ordained and approved by God, but when an in dept observer takes the wheel, confusion becomes inevitable cause within these ‘end time churches’ lies contradictory beliefs, doctrines and strange ways of worship that i cannot comprehend.
The buzzing effect of my phone was the trigger of my awakening as i looked at it’s screen, to ascertain the mortal that have choosed to disrupt my dream of other side of existence. My mood changed to that of excitement when i saw ‘Precious Humphery’ on the screen as i arose hastily.