In The Beginning. Joe picked up his phone and dialled Aham's digits.  "Happy New Year, my brother" Aham's deep baritone reverberated over the line "Compliments of the Season, brotherly" Joe responded in his quieter voice They chatted for a long time, sharing goals and plans.  And as they signed off, Aham invited Joe over for a visit. Both were online Tribemasters with large followership.  Their friendship had developed from the ashes of a viral war some years back. Earlier in the days, Aham had a more prominent platform. His followers were more of Millennials and Gen-Z. The generations which skipped the Tacit101

"Ma, look who is here" Samira heard her son scream excitedly She had barely come in from the foodbank and laid down to rest a bit before making Lunch. Lifting herself off the bed, she wearily made her way to the front door. Shock! Was it her eyes? Was she hallucinating? The celebrity pastor stood at her gate. Alone. "Shalom" he waved at her "Shalom, Pastor" wariness replaced weariness as Samira approached "Can I have some cold water please?" And as she made her way back inside, he called out "And some food too" "Sir, there is no food in this house.

"Camera One, reset your Focus Assist. You are out of focus" The instruction filtered into my head through the airwaves. And I quickly did as instructed. As I ran my hand over the button, the blue lights encircled the subject in the spotlight. The view was sharper now. The Focus Assist is a camera function. A technique called Focus Peaking where the camera helps provide clarity of image by highlighting objects in colours. Meanwhile, between the voices on the airwaves and the one coming from the Stage, my mind strayed. "I like the colour of her jacket. How the shade of blue

Sometime in 2023 after I mentioned Online that I was walking the road of Cancer, someone forwarded this WhatsApp message to me. They said nothing else. I did not need it but I had someone in Nigeria then who did. Figuring it would come in handy I thought of her immediately. Verifying Accuracy However, since Chemotherapy did not dry up my brain cells, I activated them and sent a message to the email address. Then got a response that it was a stale message. And that stopped me raising and crashing my contact's hope. Meanwhile, I received that message countless times and