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The Adventures of Brother Sally “the marathon” runner…



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By Ovundah Nyeche.

Brother Sally is a marathon runner.

He ran from Umuoko to Sokoto, he claimed Umuoko was too cold and the stench was too much in Umuoko, unlike Sokoto…

He was happy when he got to Sokoto, Just like Sokoto, he was hot and all was well until the sandstorm and the stench arose again.

It was over with Sokoto, and he took a night bus to Potiskum, he had always heard how beautiful and airy the place was; and true to what he heard it matched the description he was told, but again the gun shots at night and then the stench arose again.

He had to leave Potiskum to Takum immediately.

He had heard so much about Takum as well, at least the people there were friendly and perhaps the people there did not have an offensive odour, like people from the other places he ran to.

Takum was fun, but again, when he was about settling… The stench arose again.

He then heard from his bae that Woji was the place to be… And there was he in Woji after a full day’s journey by road, well Woji was not like Takum, it was lively, bubbling and when it looked like he would settle… The stench arose again. This time however, the stench was so much that he has to leave Woji for Rumuji.

Rumuji looked quiet, warm, but just when he was about feeling at home… The stench arose again. He perceived the Stench late at night and was about to leave that night… But felt it was not worth it leaving that late, he made up his mind to leave at the breaking of the day.

He then went outside far from his room and then the rain suddenly started falling without warning… And he was caught outside, a bit far from his lodge.

He finally found his way back to his lodge in Rumuji and because he was drenched he had to remove what he was wearing and noticed that the stench seemed to be coming from him…

His socks, singlets and boxers were no-go areas…The stench from them were real and eeeeeeem he also had a chip on his shoulders.

It was him all the while.

Not Umuoko or Sokoto or Potiskum or Takum or Woji or Rumuji… It was him all the while.

In other news…

Before you set out to look for the right person…sit down and make sure you are a right person.

Again what do I know?

No animal was killed in the making of this movie.

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Seeking for second opinion is not weakness




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By Ovundah Nyeche

Pilate wanted to let Jesus go. So he made an appeal to the crowd again. But they kept shouting, “Crucify him! Crucify him!” Pilate spoke to them for the third time. “Why?” he asked. “What wrong has this man done? I have found no reason to have him put to death. So I will just have him whipped and let him go.” But with loud shouts they kept calling for Jesus to be crucified. The people’s shouts won out.

Luke 23:20‭-‬23 NIRV

The e-mob, the online offsprings of their ancestors who cancelled Jesus…the template is same…accuse anyone of anything…accuse a man you can’t get of rape and the mob shouts, ‘crucify him’… and willing accusers show up.

Accuse a pastor of rape and killing a girl in his church and the mob shout, bloooooood, blooood we need blood…it is true…that is where he gets his power from…and willing accusers type on social media…many times things not true.

Accuse a business entity of ‘kurukere’…and come all out…cancel them…they are cancelled…accuse a rich man of doing rituals…and the mob shouts burn, destroy, scatter, steal, kill destroy.

Have a heartbreak, get upset, accuse the alleged heartbreaker of ‘Wu Wu not take it’ …flash his or her number online and tell the mob, feed them with blood…shout bloooooood, shout attack and they all go out…with no evidence, no thought, no critical reasoning, no second opinion and they go for blood…and the cycle continues.

Seeking for second opinion is not weakness… patience is not weakness… temperance is not weakness…mercy is not weakness…it seems it is weakness…until you are in front of the mob…a cockroach in the gathering of chickens.

Ponder on these words

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Blue Tongues may spell danger.




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By Ovundah Nyeche

The tongue sometimes tells a story…

When you go for a party or an outing and you see people’s tongue blue, it is likely a pointer that drinks are laced with Rohypnol.

Rohypnol is a tranquilizer ( drug used to relieve tension and anxiety) which is 10 times more potent than valium.

It some countries it is used as a sleeping pill.

Rohypnol also is abused as a recreational, or “club” drug, often in conjunction with alcohol to provide a high.

It is used in various forms including; crushing the pills and snorting the powder, sprinkling it on weed and smoking it, dissolving it in a drink or injecting it.

It is called in the streets; roofies, date rape, forget me pill amongst other names.

When drinks are laced with Rohypnol, the person who drinks it may not know as it is odourless and tasteless and because it is a strong sedative and also associated with amnesia the victim will not remember what happened, little wonder it is called forget me pill.

It is one of the commonest cause of surprise pregnancies in young people, especially when the only thing they can remember was that they went to a party or visited someone.

Choose your friends wisely and shine your eyes.

Drugs do not pay.

Stay away from drugs!

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Anger, a ‘D’ short of Danger.




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By Ovundah Nyeche

I have seen sweet people turn to incredible hulk with little or no provocation, I have seen people who their anger is like bicycle, ‘e no dey hard to start’…yeah some of them believers too.

I have seen people leave a church program in high spirit, blessed and inspired and boom minutes later fight violently with other people, for almost no reason at all…I have seen people turn red with little or no provocation.

I have seen people have their weddings called off because of misplaced outbursts of anger publicly exposed due to the planning stress. I have seen brethren turn their wives to punching and kicking bags and I have seen wives turn their husbands to punching and scratching bags.

And many time help is closer than many people think.

It is good to pray and fast, make up and make decisions to change, but when it
‘Told in Gath, Proclaimed in the streets of Ashkelon— and the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, and the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph’ that you are an atomic bomb looking for where and on whom to explode, it is vital to seek help quickly.

Fortunately help is available, as you pray and fast, it is not unscriptural to seek medical help…to seek Psychiatric help…to begin cognitive behavioral therapy and medications where necessary.

Mental health issues are not wished away, or watered down by ice cream, a new bag, a gift, a hug or make up sex, alcohol or recreational drugs.

Seek help, before you destroy important pillars in your life.

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