Spirit Pen Inspirations

  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