A journey down to my teenage years. It is an appreciation of the very sensitive years that build the foundation for the future. It is also an encouragement for teenagers to be pace setters and not succumb to the pressures that entice them.
Yesterday, I walked into a repeat episode of an old Nigerian tv series “Egde of Paradise”. I still remember the story line and most of the plot. I watched a few scenes yesterday that brought instant tears to my eyes. On the bed was a little boy of about 10 years old whose arms were badly burnt... Continue Reading →
Walking past the classroom corridors with juniors and seniors avoiding you & pleading the blood of Jesus; classmates making the sign of the cross on the chair you just got up from; fearful gazes and stares in the hostel and countless sessions of prayers against you is not the ideal situation for a 10 year old away... Continue Reading →