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In my discordant dream , i saw myself in a strange and totally different environment. It was so beautiful, so serene and felt so good. It was more like a resort centre. Some families were busy riding a horse, some kept themselves busy with the melodious tunes from the ogene music played by
“Dear people of God,” like you all know, our three seminarians would be rounding up their apostolic work by next month, “Our parish priest announced on the pulpit before commencing his homily on Sunday”. The announcement was greeted with a boisterous noise and cheers. Some were clapping whilst some felt rather calm. The parishioners
Through our journey from the house to the hospital, papa never stopped praying. You’d notice his jittery lips as he intermittently peeped behind to see if Semi had passed on…. “Mama Obioma, “how is he?,” he asked mama with an x-rayed disposition of nervousness as he drove. We arrived divine hospital at exactly 12:15
“On that fateful night, ” it was a very cold tuesday night. It rained so heavily and there were total power outage in the entire neighbourhood. Papa and mama had gone to bed just immediately after papa finished watching the 9 O’clock Network news on the television. We often retire to bed early in
THE BLIND ALLEY – EPISODE 4 “In the name of Jesus!, in the mighty name of Jesus!!, father, i pray in your name this morning that your will be done……..”(continously, the prayer echoes) “who could be praying by this time,” i wondered as i checked the time and discovered it was 5:15 am.
THE BLIND ALLEY – EPISODE 3 We got home that day with the new august member of our family. I practically avoided looking at him in the car. Throughout the journey home, papa initiated most of the talks and laughed loudly like never before….. He must be so happy and somewhat satisfied to have
THE BLIND ALLEY – EPISODE 2 The entire church was filled to the brim. The People outside were more than the ones inside as all parishioners sat with nervy expectations. Of course, this would be the first time we would be having seminarians sent to our parish by the Bishop. As usual, papa had
THE BLIND ALLEY – EPISODE 1 “We’re all going to attend 10:30 am mass tomorrow, ” papa said before we concluded the night prayer”. We only attend such masses each time something big would be held in our parish, St Augustine, hence, 6:30 am mass had always been my ideal mass. “What could be