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David your food is getting cold, Sarah called as her six years old son seemed to be glued to his Bible. She walked straight towards him and snatched the Bible from him angrily.

     “I told you I am already late for work, moreover, what are you looking for?, for the past one week you seems to be inseparable from your Bible “, Sarah asked as she helped David to adjust his school uniform.

    “Mom, I can’t seem to find my answer , perhaps you may help me” David said.
“Okay Sweety but eat your food first and then you can ask your question in the car”, she replied.
David was so excited, he was finally going to get an answer to the question that has been bothering him for long. Within a twinkle of an eye, he had finished up with his food. They entered into the car and as his mother drove on he asked “Mum, may I ask my question now?”

“Of course “,Sarah replied.
“Mum, are there two Jesus? ”
“Hmn, what did you say?”, Sarah asked to be sure she heard her son well.
    “Mom, are there two Jesus?”, he repeated it
   “Will you shut up, what sort of blasphemy is that, who has been teaching this heresy?”, Sarah asked angrily.

David was now shaky “Our new teacher taught us that……… ”
“Oh oh, your new teacher has been feeding you with such heresies, no problem I will go and see him before going to my office, better I go late than leave you like this” Sarah interrupted her son. When they got to the school, the morning devotion had already started.

Sarah walked straight to the teacher not minding if she was going to disturb the other children.
“What have you been teaching my son?, if you aren’t capable to be a teacher then resign, okay?”

Before the teacher could say anything, Sarah had slapped her, the proprietress’ attention was called to this and they were all ordered into her office. Both parties narrated their own part of the story. The proprietress brought David closer to himself who was now shedding tears.

She calmed him down and asked “why did you think there are two Jesus? ”
     Still crying he said “Our teacher told us that Jesus is our father and his children behave exactly like him. He said Jesus does not steal, lie, fight or stay away from church and that his children are the same “. David answered and sobbed.

“Okay, that’s true but that is not enough reason for you to believe that there are two Jesus “,the proprietress said as she wiped David’s tears.

“Is there any other thing we need to know, don’t be afraid, tell me what your teacher said, he won’t flog you ?”
   “My mum told me she is Jesus’ daughter, she use to sing “I am a Jesus baby…. “, but mum still fights. I saw her take daddy’s money last month and when daddy asked, she denied it. This morning, she even fought with daddy. So I thought probably Mummy’s Jesus was different from my teacher’s Jesus. That was why I was searching my Bible to see if I will find my mummy’s Jesus.
    By this time, a mist of tears had gathered in Sarah’s eyes, she was so ashamed, she could not look into her son’s eyes.

DO Your Character Make People Question If You Serve a Different Jesus? It is not late to Repent today. The true Jesus loves you.


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A businessman met a beautiful girl and agreed to  spend the night with her for N5,000.  They did their thing, and before he left, he told her that he did not have any cash with him, but he would have his secretary write a check and mail it to her, calling the payment RENT FOR APARTMENT.

On the way to the office, he regretted  that the whole event had not been worth the price.  So he had his secretary send a check for N2,500 and enclose the following typed note:

Dear Madam,
Enclosed please find a check for N2,500 for rent of your apartment. I am not sending the amount agreed upon,
because when I rented the place, I was under the impression that:
1. It had never been occupied.
2. There was plenty of heat and water.
3. It was small enough to make me feel cozy and at home.

However, I found out that:
1. It had been previously occupied.
2. There wasn’t any heat and certainly no water.
3. It was much too large for my comfort.

Upon receipt of the note, the lady immediately returned the check for N2,500 with the following note:

Dear Sir,
1. I cannot understand how you could expect a beautiful apartment to remain unoccupied indefinitely.
2. As for the heat and water, my apartment has plenty if you know how to turn it on.
3. Regarding the space, the apartment is indeed of regular size, but if you don’t have enough furniture to fill it, please do not blame the management.

So, Please send the rent in full or we will be forced to contact your present landlady.


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My name is not known
Everything I unroll
For my name, check the first roll
Its sweeter than an egg roll

I walk from here to Madagascar
Because I’m faster than any car
Like Barack Obama,”yes I can”
I only drink what its in a can

I smile when everyone is crying
Like seriously, I’m trying
If you think I’m lying
Just check all the gold I’m mining

I believe the world is unfair
Just pushing and pulling like it’s a fair
Even in music videos, she must be fair
Dancing and winning like a fairy


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Several historians of Igbo culture have written various accounts concerning where Igbos originated from. Anyone writing an historical account of Igbo people must have facts to back it up.

However, no historian can claim the historical accounts of other historians are either truthful or falsehood, because no historical account is nobler than the other.

Here are two (2) historical accounts of Igbo origin:

Igbos are descendants of Jacob who later became known as Israel. Israel had 12 sons one of which was known as Gad. When famine caused Jacob and his sons to migrate to Egypt where there was an abundance of food at the time. They remained in Egypt for many years; before the Egyptians became envious and began to persecute the Israelites.Gad who became the patriarch of all Igbos had 7 sons – Eri was the 5th of them.

Before the Egyptian persecution began, Eri in company of his family and associates left Egypt after catching an inkling of impending persecution in Egypt.Eri and his people then traversed several rivers and hills. They crossed river Nile and entered Southern Sudan, and moved onto Chad. From Chad, they crossed river Benue and came to Lokoja.

From Lokoja, they sailed through river Niger and came ashore at Aguleri around 1305 BC. they settled close to the confluence point of Ezu and Omambala rivers. But Eri and his people did not stay there for long, because of the consistent flooding of the two rivers. At that confluence point of the two rivers, Eri built a shrine where he regularly offered prayers and spiritual rites to God, and to honour his own father – Gad. After Eri finished setting up his shrine, he had a dreamt, and in his dream, an entity changed his name from Eri to Igbo. From then onwards, Eri became known as Igbo.

He loved the name  so much that he named his fourth son Igbo. The name Igbo started trending, and became popular across the Eastern side of river Niger. The word Igbo (derived from I puru gboo, which means You left early) had great significance to Eri and his people of the, because they left Egypt early enough before the great persecution began.

Later on, Eri’s descendants started to migrate to other parts of the South-East in search of livelihood. The rest has become real history.


Another story by some Igbo historians say that Igbos didn’t descend from Jewish people rather that they were originally inhabited West Africa.Just as Igbos believe that “if someone says food tastes good, he should also say what it tastes like.” 

Scholars of the second school of thought believe that the second story is based on discoveries and excavation of great works of art made in various parts of Igboland such as Igbo-ukwu, Okigwe, and Nsukka to support their viewpoint.

They are asking why do Igbos not share similar skin colour and hair texture like the Jews? Again, that if sunburn was responsible for darkening the complexion of Eri and his associates, does the same sunburn the cause of the dark skin of their offspring?

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I will miss you
But can I say that about you?
I will always love you
But it seems I have seen the last of you

It worth the time
We joked like we were spiced with tyme
Listen to the blues and rhyme
And all that life has to mime

Now it seems I’m the only one hurt
Well, let me live in this hut
And take a glass of malt
Knowing that everything has come to a halt

I rather keep my purity
Than to become a nonentity
Turning my life to a pity
Because I have no will written

He’s better than me, right?
Goodluck to your Mr Right!
I pray he has the might
Guarding and protecting you with all his might


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I can’t help but remember
The memories we shared this ember
It stays there like white part of a cucumber
And it pains to remember

I remember when I meant a lot
More than the wife of Lot
You never mind if I had a hut
Now it all but hurt

When I can tell you my worries
And we laugh like sounds of lorries
Its just now memories
More expensive than the Tories

I see that smile
From a mile
And I start missing the smile
More than Tekno Miles



Hello, dear
Look over here
Do you know I got love to share?
Please listen to me dear

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I’m trying my best to forget
But your walk away, I don’t get
I notice you ’cause you are not a migget
I don’t need you cause of what I get

Listen to me
I’m pouring my heart out in a meal
This is just me
I’m not a cat to meow

Listen babe
You are my only barbie
I will care for you like a baby
I will not leave you, maybe

When I die online
Would you be offline?
Trying your best to stay in line?
Or just talking out of line?

When I die Israel
With a train hitting me in its rail
Not getting your last mail
Would you remember the nail?

When I die
Though it sounds like tie and dye
I will still wear my tie
Looking so fly

When I die over there
Don’t ask for me here
Just saying you don’t care
No matter the sand in my hair


Love lived in Biafra
Till that solider fired the first shot
Even in Afara
No one could take a shot

Love lived in North
Till someone who has no nut
Siting and hiding in a hut
Started to bomb the north

Love lived Libya
Till they felt Gaddafi doesn’t live here
Shouting and shooting here
Bombing and killing there

Love lived in us
Till we started living like cat and mouse
Playing each other like a computer mouse
Now, we can’t live in the same house

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