“I wonder why I became a Christian. Things have been very difficult for me ever since I became a Christian; my situation is getting worse and worse and I don’t seem to find my bearing. It’s not that I am not grateful to God; it’s just that I have to be honest to my self. I pray, read my bible and I believe and nothing seems to change. I borrow money all the time because I have to pay tithe and offerings to the church. Life is unbearable for me, with my tiny salary, I have to sponsor my wife through school, feed, clothe her and now with the arrival of the new baby, I just feel like running away, far, very far away into the Tundra region. I am fed up; I think I should go back to my 419 business where everything seemed to work. You know what? I need more money, tons of money.” Musa said with a lot of anguish on his face.

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Parker stumbled into Harrods and headed straight into the shirt section. His head began to do numbers on how much it will amount to when he converts the cost of a shirt to Nigeria Naira and he immediately stopped; the figure was running to six digits. He looked at his seven months old SWATCH and felt out of place with the crowd. He knew he had to get a shirt because he had a meeting in 30 minutes time that will change his career for good. He had left his apartment at the North to Knight Bridge with a clean Calvin Klein shirt and Polo by Ralph Chinos but he had messed the shirt up because of his frequent habit of masturbation. He immediately weighed the price heavily against his savings and decided to look for a cheaper shop. As he turned round to go, he was greeted by his past; standing face to face with him and extending her fingers was Jumai. Keep reading →

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“What is the meaning of born-again?”

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Lara looked at the mirror and liked what she saw; her face was looking very bright and the make-up fitted perfectly into her dark skin. Her bust lifted her shirt revealing the gold chain with a diamond pendant reflecting across the mirror. She adjusted the seat of her Honda car because she was feeling quite uncomfortable with the Channel suit. She drove past the gate of the church hastely and headed home regretting her decision to come to church; the message was the same, and she felt so dry in her soul. Worst of all, Emeka (or Brother Emeka) was not any where in sight. Keep reading →

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