Grey Stripes Of Sarah

       LETTER TO MY PASTOR’S WIFE Dear pastor wife,  I greet you with the love of Christ in my heart. I greet you too with  so much love and respect I have for you.  I guess you are surprise that I am writing a public letter to you in a place like this. In fact to know how much importance it is to me, I am writing straight from my kitchen as I make dinner. I don’t want  to delay this letter any further.  You are the first lady of the church, one whom I admire from afar and follow closely secretly like Zacchaeus to Jesus.  However I must confess and admit I do not want to be like you.  You may like to ask me why but the answer will break your heart to  pieces. I DO NOT WANT TO BE LIKE YOU BECAUSE OF  YOU. I didn’t realize this until a friend asked me.   Your maxi and midi skirts and gowns accessorized with the big hats are always beautiful. I would gladly raid your wardrobe if you give  me the opportunity.  The w

  CHRISTMAS CANDLES   A short story by Ogheneochuko Munu   This book tells the Christmas story of an elite Urhobo family located in Lagos, Nigeria. With the fragrance of Christmas, lights and jollification...the unexpected strikes. The tale of  not everyone with the best of clothes may have the best of Christmas but there is hope for the man with it candles! enjoy                            CHAPTER ONE Silent night, holy night                                                           All is calm, all is bright,                              Round yon virgin, Mother and Child, Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace... Tega Okiemute rolls over again on the bed, seeking the right position to get a good night sleep for the tenth time; s he still couldn’t. The more she rolls, the more irritating it get.   Her gaze shifts to the wal