Spirit Pen Inspirations

  Our Hope of Glory! (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) 'Corper Ife, how can I get God to love me?' I was about to take a bite of my pie, when this question came from one of my students, Lizzy, with whom I was taking lunch. My hand stopped mid-air as I did a double take? Was this a joke? What kind of teen with a Biblical name asked that sort of question at Lizzy's age? I looked at Lizzy and knew she was dead serious with the truly curious look on her face and a hint of what's that...? Fear? Weariness? I couldn't place it, but at that moment, all thoughts of food flew from my head as I besought God for the right words to speak to this young girl sitting in front of me. She certainly wasn't joking and I knew it since the moment she asked for my audience earlier. 'Corper Ife, can I see you for a moment ma?' Lizzy had asked as I walked out of the SS2B classroom after my lecture with them. It was break time. I figured with the way Lizzy was fidgeting wit

The Link... (Part 4) (Moving On- Series Finale) (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) Mabel smiled again as she lifted her hands in the air and said, 'Okay, okay. I know I'm not helping matters here. That must-' 'No, you aren't.' I cut in. After another sigh and a pause, she replied, 'A.Y, I'm trying hard to forget about that incident and all it has caused. But you've been with me through this journey and you deserve to know what happened. That's the only reason I'm reliving this.' My ears perked up and I somehow felt calm because Mabs was calm. If what I was about to hear was very bad, she couldn't possibly be so calm, right? On a second look though, she looked more tired than calm. 'It was a stupid prank!' She croaked out as her voice shook. I could see tears pooling in her eyes and I wished I hadn't poked the wound. I was going to tell her not to bother, that it didn't matter anyway, but curiosity burned within me a

  The Link... (Part 3) (Upon Mount Zion...) (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) That night, Mabs returned again to the cross and we took quality time throughout the weekend to deal with her struggles with the flesh in the place of prayer. The Bible says upon Mount Zion, there shall be deliverance and the house of Jacob shall possess their possession. Mabs and I turned our apartment to our Mount Zion that weekend and deliverance rained like showers. We warred using various songs that charged up our spirits and kept us at the altar. One particular song that played almost nonstop on our phones throughout our mini-retreat was "Kill my flesh" by Chevelle Franklyn. " I used to walk, talk, look just like You And You were the one before trouble came, Always kept praying. Now I was going places I wasn't sent, Was going through some changes, Staying away from You, to distraction I was true, My thoughts of you were few. Lord, kill my flesh, break my desires. Lord help m

  The Link... 2 (Coming Clean) (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) My legs gave way beneath me and I sank to the seat behind me as I heard the loud bang of Mabel's door a few short metres away. I didn't know what to think. I wasn't even sure there was anything to think. Yes, I did see an unpalatable scene on Mabel's phone screen that looked very provocative and naughty, but she could be right. It could have been a scene she didn't foresee and was going to fast-forward. But her defensiveness, how could I explain that? Okay, I knew I'd been thinking something was off since a week, that fact coupled with the scenario I stumbled across some nights back definitely must have put my suspicions on edge. I did look like I was accusing her too by the way. She probably took offence at my insinuation and got on the defensive. I probably would have done that too in her shoes... Or not? As I returned to my laundry, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and as much as I tried to

  The Link... (The Precedent) (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) 'Hey babes!' Mabel jumped at the sound of my voice, and I watched as her phone slipped from her hands and hit the rug with a small thud! 'Just thank God it's a rug, Mabs. What on earth has got you so jumpy?' I asked as I walked towards her, wanting to pick the phone and join her on the bed. But she beat me to it as she dived to the floor to grab the phone with a nervous laugh. My brows furrowed into a deep V at her jumpiness. What could be so private?! 'So... What were you up to?' I asked as I dropped my bag and sat on the bed where she was frantically tapping and swiping away on her object of fixation. She looked out of sorts... 'Uh... Mmn? You... You said?' She asked as she kept tapping, and then glanced up at me and said, 'You said something?' I let out a sigh and turned to her squarely and asked with narrowed eyes. 'Babes, you sure say you okay so?' 'Yea, ye

Living Our Best Lives! (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) I had only spent two days at Mide's place when I realised that something was very wrong.  On my first night at her place, she trudged in after a hard and long day's work, looking bowed under the effect of the  difficult commute between the island, where she worked and the mainland, where she lived. My heart went out to her and, I was glad I had taken the liberty of using her kitchen to prepare dinner for both of us. A week before, I had called my friend from my place of residence in Abeokuta, letting her know I would be  in Lagos for a three-day training. I'd asked if she could accommodate me for some days. She was elated and sounded excited about my request and I was sure she looked forward to it. I also did. Though finally being able to get on-board with the other trainees who would be learning from world-class chocolatier and baker Jess Sanders was like a dream come true for me, the fact that I would be coming home