A few days ago I was reading a book on humility by a very popular Ghanaian author. It was a good read until I got to a place where the author said that you shouldn’t ‘correct upward.’ He went on to explain that it is wrong for you to question and try to correct your spiritual leaders. He said that God called your leader and if he is going wrong, it is wrong for you to correct him, you should leave it in the hands of God to correct him. This is the same man who wrote a book on loyalty, but loyalty to who exactly?
I heard a prominent Nigerian preacher warn that you should never argue with him because if you do, ‘judgment’ will fall on you and you will die in a mysterious manner. He gave several examples how some members of his congregation rose against him and they were killed ‘mysteriously.’ The fact is that we all shall die some day. A Christian should never be afraid of death because to be absent from the body is to be present with The Lord-2Conrinthians 5:8.
This man also says you cannot ‘argue with proofs,’ that ‘only fools argue with proofs.’ That means you should not question his doctrines and unscriptural practices because he has successfully surrounded himself with money and material things. Money and material things are not proof of being in the centre of God’s Will. John the Baptist had his ministry in the desert, yet the whole nation came to him. He didn’t need to surround himself with material things as ‘proofs’ that he was in the centre of God’s Will. Continue reading
Gold Digger 5
Tina entered the hotel room, threw her handbag on the bed and ran into the bathroom. She came out minutes later and sat on the bed. She brought out the money Dayo gave her and threw the bundles of Naira notes on the bed.
She got up and stood before the mirror and looked at her reflection. She rubbed her stomach in slow round motions.
Her phone rang. She answered it.
It was her childhood friend Shade.
“Yes, you can come up to my room.”
Moments later Shade joined her in the hotel room. Shade had forced her wide hips into a very tight pair of jeans and wore a large top. Tina wondered how her body could breathe in those jeans.
“What did he do when you told him?” Shade asked before she sat down.
“I couldn’t say anything. The first time his stupid sister was there.”
“You could have pulled him into a room,” Shade said.
“I wanted to have his full attention.”
They Are All Men, Just Like You.
A spiritual gift or ability is a call to serve in the Body of Christ. It should be accompanied with a great sense of responsibility and humility. Having a gift does not make you special or different from any other believer. It doesn’t give you special rights or special privileges to act and live the way you like. Your gift does not give you the audacity to enslave the people you were called to serve. It is an error to think that your calling gives you special rights, advantages and privileges over other believers. It doesn’t. Such erroneous thinking is alien and abhorrent to the saints.
Gold digger 4
Dayo sat on the edge of his bed staring into the darkness outside his window which threatened to invade his room, but was held at bay by the dim light from his bedside lamp. The night was quiet. But the thoughts in his mind waged a noisy war against his soul.
Since Tina visited him earlier in the week, he had been haunted by fear. It was fear like no other he had felt before in his life. Fear of getting tied to a woman he wasn’t sure about.
The silence in the darkness was broken by a renegade police siren which wailed through the night, and slowly faded into the distance.
He crawled back under the sheets and had a disturbed sleep.
By the time he woke up, it was time for work. He dressed up and rushed out of the house.
He arrived at his office in Marina at 7:30am. His secretary brought him black coffee and sandwiches. He finally settled down to work after breakfast.
At 9:30am he got a call.
It was Tina.
Gold digger 3
“Turn your Bibles to the book of Luke the twelfth chapter and the fifteenth verse,” pastor Afolabi said. The sound of paper from hundreds of bibles filled the hall. Dayo looked at his watch. He still had enough time before his meeting at the club.
“Today, I will be speaking on the subject of contentment,” the pastor continued.
Two hours later, Dayo was at the Ikoyi club having lunch with his friend Timi.
“Dude, you won’t believe who I saw at Heathrow on the way to Lagos last week.”
“Just take a wild guess,” Timi took a sip of his tonic water and smiled.
“You know I don’t like playing games.”
“Oh, you will like to play games with this one!” Timi had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “She is tall and very beautiful. Let me give you a clue. Her name begins with the letter ‘T’,” he smiled. Continue reading
The Enemy Within 4
Suki wrapped the robe around her tired body.
The last client had used up all her energy. It was a hard life. Nobody told her that selling her body for a living could be such hell.
A man entered the sparsely furnished room. He looked around and his eyes settled on Suki lying on the bed.
“How much for the night?” he asked.
“Three silver coins,” she whispered.
The man did not bargain with her. He murmured under his breath, parted his robe and searched for the money.
Suki’s eyes widened in fear as she saw the blue sash under his robes. That was the mark of the secret police! He was there to apprehend her. He wanted to catch her in the act before bringing her before the judges. Prostitution was illegal in Gaza. Secret police like this one pretending to be a customer, made life very difficult for them.
Her hands trembled slightly as she collected the money from the table.
“Are you okay?” The pretender asked her.
“Let me freshen up for you,” she said and entered an inner room. As soon as she was out of sight, she changed into a dress that would give her room to move.
“Don’t take too long,” the pretender said.
“I’ll be with you shortly,” she put all her money in a pouch and tied it around her waist. She heard some footsteps enter the main room. She opened the door slightly and peared into the room. Two other men had joined the pretender and were looking around the room.
Suki opened the back door of the apartment. It creaked loudly like a wailing banshee. Suki swore under her breath. This accursed door would get her arrested.
“How long do I have to wait?” The pretender asked.
Suki didn’t wait to give him an answer.
She fled into the night. Continue reading