Intrigues, lies, deception, sexual sins, greed, jealousy, unequal yoke, gambling, treachery, hatred, subtle manoeuvring, disobedience to God's laws, imbalance of power, hatred, harlotry, wickedness, These are some of the plots which makes the bible The bestseller. Lying on my bed during my teen years, the adventurer in me would be lost traveling with the Isrealites through their journeys. I envied them their adventures. For me, they were living the life. I love the Author's authenticity. No filters. We get a front row seat to see the foibles of humanity. Even after God regretted making man he still did not reconfigure the original

  click here for part 1 "I always have Altars commemorating my encounters with God" "Altars kwa?"  I responded "Yes.  Altars like Bible times" I knew about Altars.  I mean, both of us are Old-time religion, faith-based bible followers.  We shared similar foundational upbringing and the bible was one common area for us.  However, when I thought physical Altars, the image which drew up was the type in my friend Esso's Catholic home. Howbeit now, my Pentecostal friend was talking Altars "Tell me about it" I returned quietly across the line. "I learnt to set up Altars.  For each major encounter I

"I vividly recall where I was when Uzoejiagaaro spoke to me about Altars. Pause. "What type of name is such a mouthful?" Please come with me. Uzo. Eji. Aga. Aro. [The road to Aro. Where Aro is short for Arochukwu a local government in Nigeria]. Arochukwu is the third largest city in Abia state. Initially inhabited by the Ibibios. it would later become a territory for the colonial imperialists. The Ibibios, are a riverine tribe from the coasts of Akwa-Ibom - a neighbouring state to Abia. And thanks to their proximity to the Coast, they were exposed to civilization as all Coastal

I began this series with the intent for it to;   serve as a store of cultural & historical knowledge  bring back pleasant memories of years gone by to some and teach those who do not know I have had this idea for more than a year now. It began from the days of dealing with Chemo fog and all I did was write out the titles in a book each time any dropped. Then this week while praising at dawn, a particular name of God dropped off my lips and I quickly hurried to seek out the book. After writing it

"What is that?" I asked her while pointing to the carton of fruits "Lychee" she said. "How does it taste? I enquired further "It is very sweet" she responded as she picked more into her paper bag. Inside the Mediterranean shop, I quickly picked up a handful and tossed it into my shopping basket. If this teenage girl says it is sweet then I might as well explore. Besides if I lose out on the money, I would have gained an adventure. Soon after I got home and tasted the impact on my smoothies, I chalked it up on my next shopping

"A family broke up as a husband and wife were sleeping with each other when their spouses were at work" the black man who sat across from me proffered in halting English "You mean the student who left her husband for another man and he had been sent back to Nigeria? Ola turned towards him "No. This woman was the dependent so the man is still here. He is my colleague and not Nigerian. Said the black man. I cannot recall his name now. I was meeting him for the first time. Earlier during the introductions, he mentioned his friend prevailed on