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Two Lives And A Soul #5

The rest of the journey home was more like travelling through a park in a giant pod. I satisfied my eyes staring through the tinted glass, at the high rise buildings on the right. This was nothing like the Lagos Island I used to know. Couldn’t even say which was the Third Mainland Bridge, or if there was a Fourth. The road shone with a lustrous black reflection, like newly polished boots. Of all the distraction that dazzled my eyes, it was the extraordinarily lanky skyscrapers which seemed to want to pierce the sky that got my attention the most. It was nothing compared to the CMS buildings I was familiar with around Eko. The roads were wider with at least six, or so. I couldn’t help but think if all the cars on the road were self-driven. Each time a question popped up in my mind, I gurgled on…

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…