This guy I follow. The baddest of Influencers. I call him Mr Loco. Because he is very weird. Met him offline before online became a thing. Very vociferous. Spares no one. Bucks the trend. Delights in annoying the establishment. "I do not care for my life. You are going to kill me anyway so I might as well say it as it is" As he stirred up more ruckus, his following grew. His followers got into arguments and fights. Became Voltrons, the defender of his Universe. "Stop defending me. I can take care of myself" he cautioned restraint Mindset upgrades. Lifestyle switches

"Amara are you crying?" "No, you are not" I shifted under the Comforter in bed. Sniffling. "What is it?" "Why are you crying now when you are almost drifting off to sleep? I sat upright as the strains of a song filtered into my room from the hallway. 'God You're So Good' A Duet by Passion, Kristian Stanfil & Melodie Malone. That song always gets me. However this night was different. I have been a mesh of emotions for the last week. And it culminated today when I was writing that letter to him. You see, tomorrow is my son's birthday. The

"I am sorry, I did not mean to" He stood by the door of my room pleading again "Go away please. Leave my room" I responded calmly "I was trying to pick it up and...." "Young man, just go. Have you finished the mopping? "Yes. It was an accident" "Go. it is not a big deal. Just go" Watching him leave apprehensively, an image popped up in my head. Watching Iyawo-Urhobo hurl a can of Saturday Night powder at her daughter Edirin as she chased her round the compound angrily. Then just as quickly, another vision superimposed itself over that one. Mama

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