Mrs Ifeoma, or Ify, as her friends always called her, appeared pensive as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Today was a special day for her, no, her daughter, who was bringing a man home to wed her. As tradition demands, the intended...
“But, this is another way of “helping” ourselves. Or are you forgetting heaven helps those who help themselves.” Oge began, as she slowly walked towards Nancy, who started to back away. “No, not in this context…” Nancy replied, before missing her...
11:00 pm, St. Peters Diocese, Abuja, Sister Nancy knelt by her bed praying. It’s been two years since she joined the convent, and for the best part, it had been a life-changing journey for her. For the most part, she had had a wild life; parties...
