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The world is full of so-called prayer warriors who are prayer-ignorant. They’re full of formulas and programs and advice, peddling techniques for getting what you want from God. Don’t fall for that nonsense. This is your Father you are dealing with, and he knows better than you what you need. With a God like this loving you, you can pray very simply. Like this:

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The ride back to their house was silent. She was strung up. He could tell. She had applied her hand cream three times already. They had spent roughly twenty minutes on the road. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel. They had less than roughly 120 seconds before the light turned green. He cleared his throat. What could he say? She took a deep breath.

He glanced sharply towards her. Her cheeks were wet with tears. “Hey.” He squeezed her thigh gently. She wiped her tears away. “I feel so bad.” She shook her head as if to staunch the flow of her tears. “Look at us. Abbey and Eddy must be feeling so sad right now with you still going to work and all. You ever feel like we could do better? Maybe we should visit them more often?” She patted her swollen belly lovingly. The light turned green. “This baby has made me a Dracula. I snored at work on Friday. I am still embarrassed. Thank God it was my last day before my maternity leave.” She sighed again. “Abbey and I had the most awkward conversation when you guys left the table. She wouldn’t look at me and when she finally did, she wouldn’t hold my gaze. I can’t place my finger on what is wrong. I mean Eddie is not doing badly. On the brighter side, he is doing the cooking he always loved doing. I wouldn’t mind some of that grilled tilapia of his. Abby and I have not had our weekly lunch meetings in a month. I don’t know how I will survive this maternity leave without her.” Continue reading “CAB 8”

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Instead, we will speak the truth in love, growing in every way more and more like Christ, who is the head of his body, the church.

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He walked briskly towards the table. ‘Eddie, how far now?”

Eddie glances across the room. ‘What is wrong with you?”


Deji reaches for the water and pours himself a glass. His hands tremble and he spills a third of the water in his glass. He is saved from answering Eddie’s question by the approach of his wife and  Abbey, Eddie’s wife. Deji’s wife pats her stomach as she settles in her seat. She smiles at Deji as she speaks, “I have dreaming about this ewa aganyin* since the beginning of this week. You can’t understand.” Abbey wrinkles her nose at her. “Are you certain you are eating just for two? It feels like your stomach is camp to an army of hungry soldiers.” She chuckles and signals to the sales girls. “Please let us order. This hunger is killing me.”

An uncomfortable silence settles on the table. Deji picks his phone and sends Eddie a message.

“Guy, may we talk outside abeg…”

Continue reading “CAB 7”

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They have told no lies; they are without blame.

Revelation 14:5 New Living Translation (NLT)

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‘Seat belt please’

She grimaced as she put it on. ‘Would you be able to wait till the I come out of the meeting.’

‘That’s expensive. When do you suppose you would be done?’

She shook her head. ‘Maybe three hours. Okay. Four.’

‘Ńot bad. I would drop you off. Then I will head back after two hours and forty five minutes. Neither of us would have to wait so long.’’


After a while, she broke the silence.

‘Wouldn’t you rather be accepting requests and all?’

Continue reading “CAB 6”

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Eloquent words are not fitting for a fool; even less are lies fitting for a ruler.


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She watched him wander about the room as he got dressed for work. He wound his tie around his left knuckles, and grudgingly picked up his brief case. He wondered how long he was going to put up with this charade. Honestly, there were some Mondays he wanted to just wear a pair of shorts. Like this Monday. He made his way for the door. She cleared her throat. He rolled his eyes and walked to her side of the bed. He leaned in dutifully for his morning peck. Her lip hovered. She abruptly pulled back. He wasn’t going to get off this one easily.

‘Seriously? You were going to leave without paying homage to my cupid bow?’

‘I am sorry.’ He scratched his beard in confusion. He needed to be on the road. He kissed her fully on the lips and lingered. Her eyes remain closed and she heaved a contented sigh. ‘We could do that again, but neither of us would leave the house today.’ He lifted her knuckles to his mouth. ‘Ties are meant for the neck and not the knuckles.’ He nodded. She threw up her arms for a hug. He leaned back in shock.

‘You are joking, right?’

She looked puzzled. ‘What?’

‘You are keeping the hair in your arm pit!’

She sniffed her left armpit. ‘So? You are keeping you beard.’

‘Seriously?’ Continue reading “CAB 5”

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Don’t lie to each other, for you have stripped off your old sinful nature and all its wicked deeds.

“You are late.”

She was propped against the pillow with folded arms. She took a deep breath.”I need to have a pleasant disposition so that Junior is not born grumpy’. She patted her swollen tummy lovingly. He stood at the foot of the bed. She pulled off her spectacles and placed them on the dresser. “I suppose you came home around this time yesterday. I replied my last chat at 10.48pm. It is 11.45pm now. I started watching Tangled around 11.00pm yesterday night. I remember you carrying me of to bed”. He grunted in response.

She sighed. “You came back later?” She stretched her arms. “Come here.” She gave him a hug and patted his back gently. “I love your big head.” He tickled her playfully and pulled her up from the bed. “I love you too.” She pulled away from him and dragged herself towards the wardrobe. She pulled out a towel and threw it at him. She nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “Now.” He went to take his bath, and she picked out his pyjamas and laid it on his side of the bed. She fluffed her pillow and dove under the duvet. She felt him slip in beside her.

‘How was work?’ She moved closer to him. He let her rest her head in the crook of his elbow.

‘Great.’ She pulled at his facial hair. “I don’t know what to think about this your hashtag beard gang.’ He chuckled. ‘I am tempted to give a testimony in church’. He wrinkled his forehead. ‘Okay?’

Continue reading “CAB 4”