Although countless Bible scholars as well as critics accept the birth and death of Jesus Christ as two uncontested facts about his earthly life, the same cannot be said about his supposed date of birth, something almost every expert have practically discarded. Today’s Christians as well tend to agree with the idea that Jesus … Continue reading Season’s Greetings II: The Most Significant Birth In History
At this time, the fruits beseeched the rainy days, because their leaves have become weary of the wind that howled at night. As the night was creeping on the ground, the leaves waved in the wind and the thunder grumbled like an old man. It became clear that I can afford the sun that glared … Continue reading Weary of the Wind
Aunty Ronke smiled to herself, an explicit urge in her, a certain kind of feeling, dangerous. Not really common but not rare either. A burning thirst yelling to be quenched, she walked slowly towards her room, as she unveiled the laced cotton her beyond, somewhat dangerous, silence filled the room. Timi looked up, to find … Continue reading Little Timi (The Story In My Head)
Photo credit: canva Driving down the dusty road under the scorching November sun was not really a trip I had foreseen myself making. I wiped off the perspiration from my face for the umpteenth time and sighed tiredly still trying to understand how I had let my fiancée, Chisom, talk me into travelling to Enugu … Continue reading Speechless
Last year, I wrote a series of articles tagged ‘Christmas Specials’ which ran through the four Sundays of December, 2017. My intention then, as it is now, is to shed some light on Christmas, the central figure we celebrate annually, and us. But before all that, I’d like to offer my sincere apologies to my … Continue reading Season’s Greetings I: Echoes Of Ancient Scrolls.
The Radical Christian Pope francis once described Jesus as a radical. I wondered why the religious leader would use a word associated with violence and terrorism ,as I thought for Jesus.I quickly checked the dictionary where I discovered a radical is one who advocate for change. I had portrayed. Jesus as a nice, gentle ,quiet … Continue reading Would Jesus have condemned Daddy Freeze?
IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES Tell mother how much I love her. Tell father that he is the best father the world has ever produced. He is a lion, a brave heart, a new wave of greatness in an African heart. Tell little Uche that his smile would last forever in my heart. We can’t answers … Continue reading If Tomorrow Never Comes
THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front) He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s vagina But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a … Continue reading The Story In My Head (THE MAN SITTING IN YOUR FRONT)
My heart beat slowly But I waited. Alas the outcome came The heart missed multiple beats. Tears unable to flow this time Words can’t describe. Persevering mind shattered Months of sleepless night in vain. Does hardworking not pay again? Does God not answer prayers anymore? All these questions I pondered As I walk away in … Continue reading The Saddest Moment
Ikeja had only been this quiet once. The first time was eleven years ago when I cried as my father threw I and my mother out of his house because my little brother had our neighbour’s dentition and facial features. We’d lived at Surulere until she died and I had to learn how to feed … Continue reading Inktober – Day 2: Tranquil
I woke up, covered in a fog of turquoise-white and maroon-gold. I could remember me and Billy, my crazy pit-bull, were walking a lonely mountain track. The unruffled breezy clouds perched on my skin, I nipped them in my imagination. They felt as nothing I’ve ever touched or tasted, just an epitome of immaculate flamboyance…every fine … Continue reading No, not without Billy!
I was driving one Saturday afternoon with my three year old child beside me. On reaching a road block, I was stopped by the policemen. ” Park” they instructed. I quickly complied, brought out all his vehicle particular and stocked it through the window before they asked. ” No be why I park you be that. … Continue reading Little Savior
The forlornly cloud pompously Swallowed the sun out of the scene. Dusty sand whirled through the air Sending shivers of smoky breeze From the dusty desert dune. Falconiform birds liked leathers soar High through the sky in ascension. Joyful thriving trees dancing free To that rhythmic pattern from Those free flying old rusty roofs. Wires … Continue reading A Ravaging Rainstorm
Why should I hold it in? Is my heart an inn? Why should I not say when I have been hurt? Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults? Why can I not cry too? Why does my pains have to be kept … Continue reading Why Should I?
Acknowledgments I thank God for giving me the Grace and Favor in completing and writing this book. Also, to my parents; Mr. and Mrs. Ochidi and my siblings. And of course my readers. Thank you all. © 2018 BY OCHIDI GRACE All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in … Continue reading Abhor