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A Good Night to Pray

A Good Night to Pray! (A short story written by Joy A. Adewumi) Tears burned in Tamuna's eyes as she turned to bury her face in her pillow to muffle her sobs, it would do no good to disturb her poor aunt who was passing the night in their house. Her parents had been gracious enough to keep their quibbles and fight till the poor lady who had come to pass the night after been released from the NYSC orientation camp, had taken dinner and retired for the night. Thankfully also, they had been able to keep it under check when the inevitable happened, and as usual, Tamuna had excused herself as pain throbbed hard against her chest. This was the reason Gen, her big sister and only sibling never came home from school, and it angered Tamuna that she couldn't simply disappear like Gen and stay away from all the bad energy, but more than that, it hurt her that her parents' marriage was crumbling with each passing day. She was at Kathy's last weekend and it shocked her to no e

Can You Marry You?!

Can You Marry You?! (A short story written by Joy A. Adewumi) 'I can't marry a woman who does not know her way around the kitchen! The kind that will serve toast and egg for breakfast, indomie for lunch and then order pizza for dinner. May God not let us well-meaning brothers fall into the hands of ladies like that.' Dare said as he and some of the other guys in the room laughed loudly. I hated it to no end whenever this old drama starts at the family house! Dare started it, now some girl, maybe one of the more outspoken ones would take over and then we'll have the whole cycle all over again! I can't marry so-so kind of lady. Oh please! Spare me. Who do you think wants to put up with so-so kind of man either?! However before any lady in the room could say Jack Robinson, another guy hijacked the conversation. 'Exactly o, my brother! Or those ones that cannot do laundry except they see washing machine, or dishes until you get them dishwasher. They won'

Love: The Kingdom's Currrency

Love: The Kingdom's Currency! (A short story written by Joy A. Adewumi) 'I don't know, I just don't like her! Is there a problem with that?' Olayemi fumed as I called her away after a rather rude response she threw at a well-meaning classmate who was trying to be friendly. 'Oh yes, there is a problem with that! You're a Christian, you can't just not like a fellow. It goes against your identity as a child of God.' My friend released a sigh as she tried to relax her features but they remained taut and she rubbed her forehead with her fingers. 'I don't like the way she talks. She's too loud, too jovial, too... Well, I don't know! Too everything!' Olayemi spat out, throwing her hands in the air as she tried to defend her stance. I narrowed my eyes at my friend as I tried to figure out what was wrong. I kept looking at her and soon she was squirming under my gaze. 'Stop giving me that look as if you can see right through me

My Grace is Sufficient for You.

My Grace is Sufficient for You. ( A short story written by Joy A. Adewumi ) 'You really have to apologize, Grace.' The Voice whispered to my heart and I groaned audibly. I've always believed there are some hard sides to walking in the Spirit and one of them is the unconditional obedience one needs to practice in accordance to the will of God. When the going is good and your sweetest desires are in line with God's will, the walk is pleasurable. The bone of contention however comes up, when you have to lay down your pride and ambitions to be the christian the Holy Spirit desires you to be. 'Grace, he's coming, you should apologize.' The firm whisper came again, even as I sighted Felix, coming down the hall. Well, you're wondering what could be so hard that my Senior Partner and I have to tussle over, aren't you? Here it is. Getting to work this morning, I worked in to find a mess of paperwork a teammate of mine had left unattended since the day

Why are You Running?

Why are You Running? (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) 'Wow, Tinu! You write so well! You're especially good at it, you think it might be a ministry?' I asked my friend as I read her latest article on her blog while I visited. She really is amazing! She has a way with words that has you glued to your screen till you're done reading whatever she writes.  She has a huge readership too which convinces me of the fact that I'm not the only one with the opinion that she's a 'wow writer'. 'Oh! I'm sure it's a ministry.' Tinu replied with a light chuckle, then turned towards me as her tone got decidedly lighter. 'What I'm not sure of is if I'm doing it right.' Is this babe kidding me?! I mean, she writes great, and teaches good lessons too. A huge readership also attests to this! Isn't that all that matters? So I voiced out my wonder. 'Babe, you've got to be kidding me! What could you

Do not Crash-read!

Do not Crash-read! (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) My mum and I howled in laughter as we watched a rom-com together that fateful Friday night. It was our special routine and it never got monotonous, she is a great movie buddy and since the apple never falls far from the tree, we have similar habits, like running commentary as the movie plays and pausing a scene to have a good laugh, or playing it backwards to watch a scene over and over again. It wasn't a new movie, but the excitement and fun was always new! A scene played out where a sixteen year old was writing a letter to God as to how she wanted her future husband to look like and as she allegedly innocently went on, it turned out to be an in depth description of the her high school's basketball team captain. At the realization, almost at the same time, mum and I burst into laughter with popcorns half-chewed in our mouths. 'Talking of God and future husbands...' Mum suddenly quipped after our laughter died down

He'll Make a Way!

He'll Make a Way. (Written by Joy A. Adewumi) I rubbed my palm over my face as tears of disappointment sprung in my eyes. My web search for scholarship opportunities since the past two months when I got my admission for graduate studies has proved futile with each passing day and all my mails have been replied with no open door in sight. The semester I was admitted for was just about two months away and I didn't have any means of funding to take up the enrollment. As I leaned back after officially exhausting all my options, I wondered at what point one knows to give up! I really did not want to give up. I wanted to fight till the end, knowing somewhere, somehow, the funding for my enrollment would pop up, but with every closed door that I encountered, my bravado went down a notch. I really wanted to be that woman of faith who sees open doors when in reality all the doors are closed, but I realised that sermon was easier preached than practiced. Tho