Sister Ruth Gets called to the Bar

Sister Ruth is smiling. She has every reason to. Everyone who smiles is a winner. She has won with God on her side. As one who is constantly testifying in church, she leaves no one in doubt as to where her help comes from.

Born in a Polygamous home, she hardly had any acquaintance with parental care beyond what little she got from her mom. As far as her dad was concerned, she was not a priority: being neither male nor among the first in the family tree.
She learnt early in life how to pay her way. She fed and schooled herself by working in people's farms or helping with dishes in eateries. All of that is history now as she has made it to the Nigerian Bar.

In one of her testimonies, she recounted how she decided to spend the night in church, in an all night service, hours before her law exam. Her room mate thought she had lost her mind when she heard about it. It seemed like a suicide move. It was a final exam and the scope of examination was going to be broad. Admittedly, Sister Ruth did not have every ground covered but God would not be put anywhere but first place in her life. God in turn never let her down.

Bring them in! Bring them in!

After seven days on Earth, Jaanai ( The one whom the Lord answers) makes it to the altar in a succession of arms. The thick arm in which she is being transfered from in the image is her dad, brother Dele. She made her debut to the Earth on March 18, 2007.

Little Sam drives the knife through the cake

5 year old Samuel gets celebrated as he celebrates his birthday. I heard someone call him a Prophet. He just maybe: he's got the right facial expression to suit the personality; no-nonsense and stern.

God be with you till we meet again

Something uncharacteristic about the way he carried himself as he took the steps to the pulpit in his usual Sunday school class. A vibrant man
whose speech is laced with the force of his personality, whose sharp gesticulations press home the meaning of his words. He
has never been known to suffer a lack of things to say. Usually the interruption of the time keeper’s bell causes him to frown at the clock hanging on the wall by his side while muttering under his breath about how Time is an enemy for creatures of eternity.

On this particular Sunday school class, Lots of things were conspicuously missing as he spoke. Instead of a beaming smile, he had on a somber expression that looked as dark as the suit he wore. His words were slow and measured. The sharp gesticulations of his hands were absent. The lifeless delivery made people question with their eyes the drastic personality change. He seemed not to want to let it out yet because he may have reasoned that what he was shielding may create an unfavorable atmosphere for his class just as it had affected him on a personal level. But the questioning look on the peoples face was persistent and demanding.
When he could no longer hold back, the words came in a rush and the church auditorium was drained of sound. Even the babies seemed to be affected by it.
Sitting with rapt attention, we listened as he gave more details of how he
had been transfered from Lagos to Abuja. He informed us that this move was to happen immediately. We were having the last service with him before he relocates.There was nothing to prepare the mind for it. The impact of the announcement was jarring and harsh.
In a local assembly enjoying the ministry of more ministers than her counterparts, God may have decided to loan one to an assembly needing his service.
That this humble, jovial man of great charisma will be missed goes without saying.