Grey Stripes Of Sarah

  Hello everyone, my name is Ubulaba and I am just a Sunday Christian and a wanderer who have no church to call home. Nothing to be proud of, someday, I hope to change. *** Dear Dairy, The rays from today sun, shone and penetrated through the windscreen to my eyes, the scorching heat from the sun too was unbearable. It was a Sunday after all. ‘Driver, your AC no dey work?’ I asked the driver. ‘Madam no vex’ He responded. He quickly wound up the windows and turned on the AC. The cab started to cool but the sun rays did not stop shining into my eyes. I picked my sunglasses from my bag and wore it. I took off my hat so my head would cool too. I visited a church very far away from home because I did not want rumours going round in the neighbourhood that I am a church wanderer. Thank God for Google and Google map, it made the wandering an easy one. I saw one church online with a really beautiful architecture design. I read a few things about them and It seemed like my dream church so I ...

                                  WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GOD OF MY UNIVERSITY?                                                   This is a sincere fierce question in my heart. Like seriously, What happened to the God of my university? I can clearly remember what happened towards the end of my first year in school. I remember clearly telling the president of my fellowship in school bluntly that I was not ready for the work that he (they were) was going to give me.  'See, I am not ready' I said with my sharp mouth. 'No problem, if you don't want to.' He replied. Sex and the church; you certainly enjoy reading this My president was a calm man, but even in the calmness he had a way of making sure things were done. So he said that I should go and pray about it, If God sai...

HOW TO DEAL WITH DISAPPOINTMENTS I took some time to observe one of my neighbours whom I admire; she's young beautiful, chubby,  adorable, sweet and likes asking questions till the saliva in her mouth runs dry.  We share one weakness in common, that is; we dream too much. Hers is worse.  Have you come across those annoying children, you know those really annoying children that talk about their dreams a lot, with mouth  running like an anus suffering from diarrhoea? Yeah, that's how she is.  Unlike Joseph, the dreamer, who sleeps and dreams my admirable neighbour is a daydreamer.  She is always talking about her future occupation dreams.  She dreams of taking the first position in the class. She dreams of buying helicopters for her mummy and daddy and then she  travelling to Dubia  this hour and landing in Turkey the next. She dreams of being the best......Nigeria has ever produced. She dreams of so so many things, not ju...

THE SHORT MAN SERMON It was a Sunday evening, one of those evenings the youths and singles come together to talk and pray about their future marriages and life issues generally at Jesus, Saviour Church. One of the youth pastors, Pastor Ray, had a way of asking questions that triggered discussions and contributions.  One question that evening was 'What's that thing you can't stand in a guy ladies?'.  Almost all the ladies had something to say. One that fascinated the young congregation so much as the one dropped by 5ft.4 tall,  elegant and beautiful lady.  She's so beautiful that when she rose hands to speak, all eyes followed her. She stammered for a moment but the young men encouraged her ( at least if they know it, they will drop it before they come proposing to her). Unfortunately, what their beautiful sister said was nothing they could drop or do some about if they had it. She said with  'My name is Mabel and I just can't stand a ...