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Today was the ever expected day of the catholic choir exhibition in our Campus. It took place at the Catholic Church inside our school.
We had received invitations for a long time, starting from last two months, they already had their fliers on air. They advertised it early, and many people came to enjoy the event.

I was specially invited by a dear friend who was going to showcase her amazing voice. It was such a fantastic event, no cap. We sat down in the comfortable seats provided by the sponsors. These seats were fancy and soft, much better than the usual plastic ones which fought with anything bum.

I loved everything about the exhibition, starting with the beautiful music, the joyous atmosphere that cheered happily to any melodioustwist, and even the delicious snacks that were shared. Every moment was wonderful.

Omo, this week church service was amazing because the priest stopped all of a sudden to tell a story which livened the church.

He said that, when he was in his former parish, that after offering he heard a woman slap her son and people was shocked 😲😲, Omo him say d slap no b here, because the slap was out of anger.

He purposely ignored her and later on continued the service, then the same woman still tear the pikin another slap, Omo everybody look the woman and he continued his service without stopping.

Then when the service ended, he approached the woman later on to ask what was the reason for the commossion inside the service and the woman said "Father, this my son has the mind to put my money for stew inside the offering box and when he told me, I was shocked.

Then, the Father said how come naa, then the woman replied that when the Father was preaching the gospel before offering time she gave the son 5k and 2h to put 2h in the offering box and 5k inside her purse which was for their Stew ingredients, when he came bck frm offering, i asked him, if he kept the money inside the purse and he said he made a mistake and kept the 2h inside the purse instead of the 5k.

Immediately, she tried to rush to the alter to take back the money but the orchers have carry the money to count☠️

Omo as him tell us this story ehhhhhnn........., come see crowd wey dey sleep don open eye dey laff 😂😂😂.
Omo last week church service was amazing because the priest stopped all of a sudden to tell a story which livened the church.

He said that, when he was in his former parish, that after offering he heard a woman slap her son and people was shocked 😲😲, Omo him say d slap no b here, because the slap was out of anger.

He purposely ignored her and later on continued the service, then the same woman still tear the pikin another slap, Omo everybody look the woman and he continued his service without stopping.

Then when the service ended, he approached the woman later on to ask what was the reason for the commossion inside the service and the woman said "Father, this my son has the mind to put my money for stew inside the offering box and when he told me, I was shocked.

Then, the Father said how come naa, then the woman replied that when the Father was preaching the gospel before offering time she gave the son 5k and 2h to put 2h in the offering box and 5k inside her purse which was for their Stew ingredients, when he came bck frm offering, i asked him, if he kept the money inside the purse and he said he made a mistake and kept the 2h inside the purse instead of the 5k.

Immediately, she tried to rush to the alter to take back the money but the orchers have carry the money to count☠️

Omo as him tell us this story ehhhhhnn........., come see crowd wey dey sleep don open eye dey laff 😂😂😂.

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We had a special church program to celebrate each member of our church. The idea was to gather together and surprise each other with gifts, and it was something I had been looking forward to for weeks. During our last Sunday service, we had all gathered to discuss the plan, and each pair of us was assigned to provide a gift for the other. I was paired with a beautiful looking girl from our congregation, and I had already decided on my gift for her.

As the day of the celebration arrived, we began with our regular church service. We sang more deeply and and joyfully to God and enjoyed the spirit of Christ's blessings in the air.

When it was finally time to exchange gifts, my heart raced. I handed over my carefully wrapped box, inside was a beautiful necklace and matching earrings. I had chosen them with love, wanting to give something special that she could wear on occasions to remind her of this day.

Then, it was her turn to give me my gift. She handed the a box to me, it wasn't wrapped and I immediately knew not to expect anything fancy, but my jaw dropped in amazement when I opened it. It was a designer watch, Hublot to be precise I couldn't believe my eyes. The fact that it was the first time that I received such type of gift and it was a girl gifting me surprised me more.

I was overjoyed that I grabbed and hugged her tightly that drew attention.
She was also happy with her marching jewelries

Today, I spent about five hours in church, the two hours service and the youth meeting which took 3 hours.
We were supposed to have a youth meeting, and I was one of the organizers.
I had the chance to speak for some time and received cheers for my good suggestions, which felt amazing. There were definitely others who spoke much better than me, but I was still proud to be one of the people who contributed to the discussion.

We had agreed on a certain plan and finalized our goals for the following week. It was great to see that next Sunday, we’re going to kick off our initiatives. What surprised me was that the meeting wasn’t announced early after church, so we were expecting a low turnout. However, people showed up in their numbers, and that really lifted my spirits.

We also contributed to buying soft drinks for everyone who attended, making it even more enjoyable. Overall, it was a nice day, filled with good discussions and a sense of community.

It’s been two weeks since I last made it to choir rehearsals, so today I decided no matter what, I’d be there.

On my way to church, I had no idea the day had something unexpected in store. I caught sight of a familiar face. Could it really be Joy? My heart skipped a beat as I recognized her.

Before I could fully process it, there she was, rushing over with a smile. She’d been away, and hearing she was back brought this excitement I couldn’t even describe.

We found a bench nearby and got into talking about life, her trip to port Harcourt, and all the small stuff that had happened while she stayed there. Time was flying, and honestly, I didn’t want the moment to end. But choir rehearsal was waiting, and the clock was ticking faster than normal.

Just as I was about to say goodbye, Joy insisted on grabbing me a quick snack.
When I finally reached rehearsal, I was singing from deep within. The happiness I felt was on another level entirely. That unexpected reunion added a miracle to my voice.

I remember one evening, as I was getting ready for bed, I noticed the weather was a bit chilly because it had just stopped drizzling some moments ago. Normally, I love to sleep when it's cold outside, it made it easier for me to sleep and last in sleep longer. But that night, for reasons I still don’t fully understand, I made the decision to leave my fan on despite the already cold weather.

So, there I was, folding on my bed in satisfaction with the fan blowing cool air all around me. I closed my eyes, fell off to sleep, and just after I fell asleep, I fell into a weird dream.

In my dream, I was walking through a dark, raining forest. The rain was pouring down and I was getting soaked. The dream was so real that I asked myself in the dream what i was doing in such a cold environment.
I looked around, shivering uncontrollably, and it hit me that I was dreaming.
My fan had inspired this wet nightmare.

Suddenly, I jumped up from my bed, fully awake and confused. I looked around as if I had just escaped some wild creature.
I thought a little and I realized my fan was still blowing with force, blasting me with cold air.

Without giving it a second thought, I flew out of the bed and unplugged it. No be me fan go kill.

It has been about four months since I last attended evening church service. Usually, if I miss the morning service, it’s because of school or a big assignment that needs to be handed in by Monday. But today was different.

I accidentally overslept and woke up around 8 AM. I had overworked myself watching football matches the night before.
When I realized the time, I knew I wouldn’t have enough time to take my bath and get ready for morning mass. I felt a little sad, but then I told myself that I could go to the 5 PM service instead.

So, I got busy with chores as I waited for the evening. When it was time, I got ready and made my way to the church.
It felt really nice to experience how the evening atmosphere usually is in church again! I was happy to see that most of my classmates were also there.
I bet we all enjoyed it, everyone was radiating smiles when the service ended

Today was different from other Sundays. Waking up i knew that the rain was not going to stop anytime soon. And as the last Sunday of the month,i wasn't planning to stay back because I really wanted to use today to appreciate God and ask Him for guidance for the next Ember months.

While the rain was pouring heavily,I was preparing myself for service while my roommates were still cuddling in bed sleeping. I vowed that no matter what am not staying back.

After everything,my Bible and Hymnary well packed in my dugged bag,i headed for service. While in service i discovered many people could not attend the service according to them they'll use rain as an excuse.

I was asking myself if it was the normal business day,if they could stay back because of rain, which we already have the answer. A big NO.

After the service,the Preacher took his time to pray for us. Declaring that as we entered the rain to honor God that God will bless us more than the quantity of rain that fail on us

Knowing how soaked I was while coming,I believe that God's blessing was going to soaked me as well according to the Preacher's prayers . And I went home with a rainy blessings never to run dry.

I finally decided to join Telegram again after taking a break. The pressure from my friends who were making money from it was just too much, so I gave in. Everyone seemed to be cashing out from different airdrops and I didn’t want to miss out any longer.

Once I joined, one of my friends immediately sent me a bunch of links to upcoming airdrops. The list was long, and I felt overwhelmed. I had no idea how I was going to keep up with everything. I asked her how she managed to do this every single day without getting tired. She told me to let the money other people were making be my motivation.

After hearing that, I didn’t waste any more time. It became clear to me that I had been missing out for too long.

No more excuses. I will dedicate time every day to tapping on those links, participating in the airdrops, and doing whatever was necessary.
At this point, I’m fully committed. I’ll keep tapping, joining, and participating until I see that money in my account too 😹

My friend told me he was feeling sick on Thursday, and I thought it was no big deal. I assumed he'd be better by Sunday. So, I sent him a text on Friday night, but I didn't hear back from him. Saturday was busy for me, so I didn't think much of it.

But then, on Sunday, after church, he called me with a weak voice. He said he had broken down and was taken to the hospital. I left church right away and rushed to the hospital, which was 40 minutes away by bus.

During the bus ride, I fell asleep and had a dream. In the dream, my friend came to me with a big smile on his face. I asked him how he was feeling, and he said, "Stephen, I'm fine. Nothing's wrong with me." I woke up to the conductor telling me we'd arrived at the hospital.

I got off the bus and went into the hospital, expecting to see my friend lying in bed, sick. But instead, he was sitting up and eating jollof rice. I asked him what happened, and he told me that after we last spoke, he slept and woke up feeling fine. He was just waiting for the doctor to discharge him.

I was convinced that my dream was a sign of his recovery. It was a miracle
God is still in the business of healing and answering prayers.

This morning, I wanted to get to church early. I wasn’t feeling great, so I thought it would be good to start the day right. I planned to wake up early and take my devices to my friend’s house, which is near the church. I knew this would take some time, so I made sure to leave early.

Our street light was having faults and we have not perceived electricity for some days now.
I had already contacted a friend who lived close to the church and as he confirmed that their vicinity had electricity, I planned how to cover the distance and still make it in church early.

After I arrived at my friend’s place, I plugged in my phone and other devices to charge. Then, I went to church.

I was so happy because I got to church 15 minutes before the service started! I sat in the front row and looked around. I felt ready to pray.

The Sunday was very nice, and now I’m back home, feeling good about my time at church.

I woke up normally on Sunday morning, rush to the kitchen to prepare my favorite food which is Semo, then rush to the bathroom to bath.

I put on one of my nice suit ate my food, and left for the church service. Instead of boarding bus, I decided to trek to church to save the transport fare for another thing.

The journey took me about ninety minutes, I was already tired by the time I got to the church where the praise team were already thrilling the audience, I mean the worshippers with heavenly praises. I join them in the melody as I dance away my sorrow..........Praise the Lord.....the Pastor baritone envelope the atmosphere as we chorus Hallelujah......let us have our sit in the presence of God, the pastor continue and that was the last thing I heard......until I suddenly raised my hands up and the Pastor says "Hallelujah, come to the front of the alter, let the whole church pray for this young brother........it finally down on me when I realise what happen....."I had raised my hand when the Pastor says he needed five people to donate five millions Naira each to the church and I was the only one that raise my hand, which means that I had slept throughout the sermon time.

Well, I had no option, I stood up, use style and shamefully went out, and that was the last day I step my leg into that church.

Good Morning Conqueror 🤝

When a FLASHLIGHT grows dim or quits working, you don't throw it away, you change the batteries. When a person messes up and finds themselves in a dark place, do you cast them aside? Of course not, you help them change their batteries! Some need AA.. attention and affection; Some need AAA.. attention, affection and acceptance; some need C.. compassion; some need
D.. direction. And if they still don't seem to shine, simply sit with them quietly and share your light.

Gratitude is like a FLASHLIGHT. It lights up what is already there. You don't necessarily have anything more or different, but suddenly you can actually see what it is. And because you can see, you no longer take it for granted.

Have a gratifying Tuesday

Here is our verse for today:
The jailer called for lights (FLASHLIGHTS) rushed in and fell trembling before Paul and Silas. Acts‬ ‭16‬:‭29‬ ‭NIV

Shalom

I've always been an active member of our church community, and today was a special day as we celebrated the completion of our church building. It was an unforgettable event, filled with joy and gratitude. People came together to donate generous amounts in support of God's work, as they always do. I've always had an excuse handy whenever donations were mentioned—I would play the student card to ease the guilt of not contributing.

Today, however, something inside me stirred, an inner spirit that urged me to step up and join in. I couldn't ignore it. Despite being a student living on a tight budget, I made the decision to contribute. It may have been just 2000 naira, but for me, it was a significant amount. I couldn't help but think of all the blessings God had bestowed upon me. In light of that, I felt compelled to express my appreciation. Besides, if I had saved that money, it might have been squandered on something frivolous in the future.

As I dropped my modest donation into the collection, a sense of peace and contentment washed over me. It felt right. The smiles and gratitude from the church members cemented my belief that I had made the correct decision.

Looking back, I'm glad I listened to that inner voice. It's true what they say—no gift is too small to make a difference. God has done marvelous things in my life, and I was grateful for the opportunity to give back, no matter the amount.

My good friend from primary school, who I hadn't seen in a long time, came to my state from Abuja. She wasn't visiting me specifically, but she was attending a wedding in my town. I was so excited to see her!

When we met at the wedding reception, she surprised me with a special gift - a flask of delicious Oha soup she had made just for me! I was so touched by her thoughtful gesture. The flask even had her name on it, making it an extra-special gift.

I was so grateful for the soup and our reunion that I wanted to give her something in return. So, I took off my wristwatch, which I had been wearing for a whole year, and gave it to her as a keepsake.

My friend was pleased with the watch and promised to keep it safe. We took a photo together, holding our gifts with the bride, groom and well-wishers. After that, we went our separate ways, I returned home while she lodged in a hotel till morning when she will travel back.

Even though we live far apart, our friendship remains strong. Every time I think of that soup, I'll remember our reunion and the joy we shared. Sometimes, a small gift like a flask of Oha soup can bring back a flood of happy memories!

Today, I was honored to close our church service with a prayer. But as I began to speak, something unexpected happened. Instead of using English like I usually do, I felt a strong desire to pray in my native language. It was a language I grew up speaking at home, but somehow, it felt foreign on my lips.

When I struggled to find the right words, I realized how rusty I had become. My mind went blank, and my tongue stumbled over the familiar sounds. It was like trying to ride a bike after years of not using it - the memory was there, but the muscles had forgotten.

Finally, I managed to finish the prayer, relieved that the ordeal was over. But to my surprise, two people approached me, curious about why I chose to pray in my native language. I was taken aback - wasn't this our language, the one we spoke at home and in our community?

Their questions made me realize how much Western education had influenced us. We had been taught to prioritize English, to see it as the language of progress and sophistication. Our own language, the one that was once so dear to us, had become secondary, a relic of our past.

I felt sad thinking about how we had abandoned our language, our culture, in pursuit of modernity. We had been made to believe that our language was inferior, that it wasn't good enough for formal settings like church.

But today, as I struggled to pray in my native language, I realized that it was still a part of me, deep in my soul. It was a connection to my roots, my family, and my community. And I knew that I wasn't alone - many of us still spoke our language at home, still cherished it in our hearts.

From now on, I've made a promise to myself to use my native language more often, especially in settings like church where it matters most. It may feel uncomfortable at first, but I know that it's a vital part of who I am, and it's worth fighting for.

A PERFECT ENDING

Finally God have decided to give me one of his son. My life turned out perfect after all . Japhet was everything I prayed for and more. He was kind,handsome and above all he loved the Lord.

It was not always like this. I met Japhet after two consecutive self imposed heartbreak. The first was Brother Michael. I met him during our annual prayer convention. He was zealous towards the things of the Lord and after the convention we continued talking. Brother Michael asked me out and when I prayed about his proposal I heard nothing from the Lord. I concluded his silence was a go ahead. Three weeks into the relationship I started seeing red flags. He had no respect for my decisions. Everything I do I must seek his opinion. He even told me to seek his permission before spending my money on anything. All this I obliged as I saw it as a training ground for my marriage.

The straw that broke the camel was when he asked me to pay my tithe to him as he was soon going to be my husband. He was not an ordained pastor, and he was aware I had a priest over my head.

I sought the Lord's counsel and he was silent. It was at this point I knew God was not the author of this relationship. I told him to give me time to seek the face of God an our relationship and that was the last time I heard from him. He did not reach out or try to sought things out.

My second relationship was with Pst Sam. I met Pst Sam through a friend in a wedding I attended from there, he collected my number and we started talking. We were friends for a year before he asked to court me. I jumped on his offer because everything seemed right, I trusted my instinct and I did not seek the face of the Lord. I had already envisioned sitting in the front seat in church and the bevy of ladies that will flock to me for counsel as Mummy G O. I was dragged back to reality when I started having series of dreams.

I would often see Pst Sam in the church using cowries to make divinations. The dreams continued every night and it was always Pst Sam making consultations with one object or another. When I seemed the face of the Lord,he replied me with an express No. It was then I knew I was in the wrong relationship. I called Pst Sam and told him I was no longer interested in the relationship.

I leart the hard way to always seek the face of the Lord and hear him speak before involving in any relationship.

The plans God has for us are for good and not evil to give us a future and a hope and to bring us to an expected end.
Jeremiah 29:11

I met Japhet during one of our outreaches. When he asked me out,I told him to give me sometime so I could seek the face of God and I waited until he answered. It is one thing to pray and its another thing to hear God response.

Fiction

#diaryofanAbba'sgirl
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Today was a special day at church. As I was walking out, I saw a familiar face in the crowd. It was my old friend, Unique! We hadn't seen each other in three whole years. I was so excited to reunite with him.
We approached each other, I could see him trying hard to remember my name. He had this look on his face like he was searching for something in his memory. I just smiled and waited for him to figure it out.

Usually, I'm the one who tell old friends my identity and where we first met but this time, I let him try to think it in.
But after a few moments, he still couldn't remember. So, I decided to help him out. "Hey, it's me, Bright!" I said with a laugh. His face lit up, and he exclaimed, "Bright! My man! It's so great to see you!"

We started catching up — talked about our lives, our families and school. It felt like no time had passed at all after so long.
But unfortunately, our reunion was cut short. Unique had to head back to Enugu for his business. We exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch this time. No more three-year gaps!

We said our goodbyes, and I watched as he was driven away in a tricycle. I felt grateful for the chance to reconnect with my friend. It was a beautiful confirmation that true friendships can withstand time and distance.

I woke up this morning, I heard the sound of raindrops hitting my window. I opened my eyes and looked out. It was still drizzling heavily outside. The rain had started last night and continued into Sunday morning.

I usually love going to the early morning church service, but looking at the heavy rain, I knew I wouldn't be able to make it. I pulled my warm bedsheet up to cover my cheeks, and soon I was back into a cozy doze. The cold weather made my bed feel even more comfortable, and the soft sounds of raindrops on the roof helped me fall back to sleep.

As the morning went on, the rain continued to pour down. It was a perfect day for staying indoors. I spent the morning reading a book and enjoying a lazy breakfast. I really missed the early morning service, but I knew there was an evening service at 8 pm. I made a mental note to go to that one.

By the time the evening rolled around, the rain had finally stopped. I decided to go to the 8 PM service. As I walked to the church, I could feel the freshness in the air after the rain. The service was really nice. It felt great to be back in church, surrounded by the warmth of the congregation, and the rainy day made me appreciate the beauty of coming together for worship even more.

The rain might have kept me from the morning service, but it couldn't stop me from finding peace and joy in the evening one. It turned out to be a wonderful day after all!

During my early days at the university, I came home for a short break which later resulted in the extended COVID-19 break.
Then I went to church on Sunday and boom, there was this new guy in the church.
Don't ask me if I knew all the new guys in church because this one was different.
I mean, this guy was fine (I can't even lie) elegant, prayerful, well-reserved, God-loving, and all.
Yes, he had quite the characteristics I looked for in a man.
He even loves children and respects women. 𝑨𝒘𝒘𝒘, 𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒖𝒚!
So one thing led to another, and before you know it, we became good friends. We started chatting online when I went back to school.
You know that feeling when your crush is also crushing on you? Sweet!
Then days went into weeks and months and over a year...
And all of a sudden, we became something more than friends.
Okay, take that sex thought out of your head.
Of course, I'm a Jesus girl, so premarital sex is non-negotiable.
So this is what I meant by something more than friends. We began:
• Sharing intimate info
• Talking to each other every day
• Praying together (prayer warriors, indeed. 😂)
• And basically doing everything people in courtship should.
I had never been so vulnerable all my life.
But I thought I found the right one for me so that didn't.
Until that fateful day...
I went to his place (not the first time, of course), but that was the first time I saw that picture hanging on the wall and saw the picture of another lady on his sitting wall.
And when I insistently asked who she was, I got the most heartbreaking answer.
Yes, you can already guess it. "She's my girlfriend, I wish I met you first, Bla Bla Blah." You know how the heartbreaking tale goes.
"So what have I been doing with this guy all this while?" I thought
I've been in a SITUATUATIONSHIP all along.
It took me a while before I discovered that it wasn't entirely his fault.
I only assumed we had something when there was nothing. After all, he never asked me out.

Earlier this evening, I decided to attend a midnight prayer. It had been a long day, and I was struggling to stay awake as the clock ticked closer to midnight. I found it hard to muster the strength to concentrate. I kept dozing off and losing focus. It was a battle to keep my eyes open.

However, at one point, something surreal happened. A strange sensation washed over me, and I felt the overwhelming presence of God. Suddenly, I was filled with a newfound energy and vibrancy. It was as if a surge of divine power had awakened my spirit.

Buoyed by this spiritual awakening, I managed to stay alert and attentive throughout the prayers until about 12:15. It was then that I realized it was almost 1 am, and I hadn't yet completed my ritual of publishing a short story version on mindviewers.

So, I sought quick permission and here I am, writing this story. Thankful for that powerful moment during the midnight prayer that reinvigorated my spirit and allowed me to fulfill my commitment.