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You Don’t Believe In The Supernatural? This True Story Will Change Your Thinking

This is a true life narration from a wonderful friend and fan of this blog. She has always been here, reading and commenting but I knew nothing of her ordeal until she shared this with me. She has been gracious enough to share it with you guys as well. It takes strength extraordinary and courage to open up this way. She wants to encourage anyone going through similar struggle or any type of struggle at all, and let them know that God is always there for them. She wishes to remain anonymous. I joined the LTFR club in the last quarter of 2011 to horn my poetry skill and network. Another essential reason is also to find a place where I can temporarily escape from the trauma I was experiencing. Participating in club activities, interacting with poets alike was therapeutic for me. I was dealing with a spiritual ailment. Struck with multiple…

HE ALSO ASKED ME TO SIT ON HIS LAPS – WHAT PEOPLE DON’T WANT TO HEAR OR SAY ABOUT THEIR PASTORS

I didn’t want to write this story. Never ever! It’s one of those things as they say, one should cover up, especially when one considers the human beings involved. But I thank God that someone like Ese Walter came out and shared her story. I am not God, so I can’t disprove her and say she’s lying, nor can I say she’s telling the truth. I’m only here to share my own story because something has been stirred in me. Mine is a little different from hers but it runs along the same lines and I will combine it with a similar story because I want to expose a few things today. It is not easy to come out and share this. I stand to be judged for sharing it, especially by those who share the same faith as me and who have known me from home. But I make…

The Stilettos [Secondary School Tales]

Shorter days, longer nights… darkness seemed to arrive early for the girls in Fatima Dorm during the harmattan season of 1989. But the night was never truly dark for them. After food and night prep, the girls always gathered around Omasan. She was a tall, slim girl who was beautiful, boisterous and loved to entertain them with her up-to-date dance moves. Of course, it was against the rules to dance to or listen to secular music but she had her little tape player with her. It was one of those funny things that had a handle one had to wind before any sound came out. She also had a mix tape of the latest disco and dancehall songs and taught the others the moves all the cool guys and girls in America loved boogying to. Her father was rich and they had a second home in Chicago where her elder…

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