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It was another thanks giving day in my church as it was the first Sunday in the month, I was already dressed for church when I heard a beep on my phone and it was mayowa, he asked where I was and I told him I was already prepared for church service, he pleaded that I waited for him, he had something important to discuss with me, I told him to wait till I come back from church and he unreadily agreed.



‘tk , I have something important I want to share with you, but first you must… Continue

I wish to share with you this morning, a brief occurrence in my life in the year 1988. But first how do you feel when you wish for something in life, you couldn’t get and you are so close to it?

It was on a Friday night, I woke up around 11 pm looking really hungry and tired, mum and my siblings had gone to the vigil, my elder brother was as then living with my dad, my elder sister was living with an uncle, I couldn’t really remembered why I did not go to vigil that night with my… Continue

Surely death is in evitable, but why does death takes away our most beloved ones and there seems to be absolutely nothing we can do about it? If you have lost a dear one, please read this.



There is an adage in my native that says ‘ogun omode o le sere fun ogun odun’ meaning twenty children can not play together for twenty years. During my days in the primary school, I lost a very dear friend of mine to bar beach, when the news was broken to us by our class teacher, we all felt bad… Continue

Sometime in 2004 I met a young lady in Stockholm we became very close, later that year we both came to Nigeria to attend her sister’s wedding in porthacourt. I stayed with her in port for quite sometime.



I was standing at the balcony one Sunday morning when I suddenly noticed a young girl of about 14 years old, she was shrugging on d road with visibility of pains written all over her, she was wearing a rough and unclean gown, she had a tattered holy bible under her armpit, she was a… Continue

I sat at the corner of our bed in our one room apartment ( after been ejected with my mum and sisters because I was a physically challenged person) that fateful morning held tightly on my left hand glass a cup full of closet cleanser, highly poisonous. You must be wondering what I wanted to do with it, of course it was not for experiment or other wise, but I was determined to gulp it down my throat, I wanted to end it all.



Call me OMO OLOWO TO N TORO JE or better still OMO ALSO TON… Continue