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  It has been a very hot week physically and emotionally as many have wet their pillows as they tried to find sleep to wake up from what they would have preferred remained a dream. The events in my city have caused a lot of stir in the media. Following the terrorist attack in the Manchester Arena after the concert on Monday, things have not remained the same and quite understandably so. My heart goes out to the families of those who have lost someone or had a loved one injured   in this unfortunate event and I really want to appreciate the way Mancunians rallied together to help the hurting, offering some services for free and even those who couldn’t offer something money wise were offering accommodation and a listening ear. I was really touched by people who took out time to reach out to me from different places to find out if I was safe. It is our prayer that   this kind of history will not repeat itself.   I have decided to follow this up as I have read the several commen

Here are some points to bear in mind when considering your identity within marriage. Firstly, you are a complete person on your own.   Your spouse does not ‘complete’ you – even though it may sound romantic to the ear.   In God’s mathematics class, two halves do not make one whole. One whole man + One whole Woman = One whole marriage. Secondly, Woman, you changed your surname and not your name; so your identity still exists within your marriage. If you were a messy person before you got married, don’t expect to become a clean freak 24hrs after saying ‘I do’.   That is not to say that changes will not occur – because they will, but it’s not automatic.   You have to work at it with determination. Having laid those ground rules, here I am right in the middle of my own identity crisis, so who am I to advise anyone when I am struggling so much with the simple question: Who am I? I had it all planned out you know.   When I would get married, what I would do when I had to tak

So I was at   a surprise party the other day and someone was like “ is it possible for a man and woman to   be friends without something going on ? ”. Basically, you know when people already have a conclusion and just want to get others to support their idea. Most of the people in the room were like, no how can that happen . Then a guy said , if I go to the cinema repeatedly   with a female,then there must be something . I walked away from that party a bit sad that a lot of people   miss the beauty of genuine friendship   with members   of   the opposite sex under the erroneous presumption that strings must always be attached   . Yes , it is possible to be friends with a member of the opposite sex(both   of you unmarried, and perhaps searching   and have nothing going on).I have had that experience   and currently do have some male friends without altar ambitions. I have learnt a lot from such friendships. Generally for me whenever I meet a guy it doesn’t take too long to put him in

Benny continues her story till the Final parting. Her friend kept asking if she was still breathing and we were told she was breathing, I was just crying to GOD for mercy. I was too scared to ask if she was breathing and I wanted to scream at the friend to stop asking. The hospital was a 3 minutes drive, we rushed to the emergency, I rushed in to call a doctor, the doctor came took a look at her, checked her pulse and said SHE IS GONE.      I called my husband and he was SHOCKED, we had left him standing and talking with some neighbors at home outside in the compound and when I called him they were still talking outside and they all didn’t believe it because they all saw the three of us walk out of the compound. My husband said he will join me there. In a few minutes, her church members started arriving and began to pray, I was numbed. It just seemed incredulous that Florence wasn’t talking to me. I started hoping for a miracle but her translation to glory had happened.

There to the End Dear Readers, we are still talking about friendship. Benny recalls one she had…….being a friend to the very end   10:04am 27 th April 2013 “She is gone”,   my pain riddled brain was fogged, I thought, oh she has gone out and will soon be back, then I blinked and looked again at the doctor who just checked her pulse, the fog lifted, she is gone doesn’t mean she went out, she is gone means she is gone, never to return . I crumbled to the ground in pains and tears, I took a look at the lifeless body of my sister, friend, prayer partner just lying in the car like she was sleeping. 7:30am 27 th April 2013 Florence told me to hurry because she needed to run some tests the doctor asked her to run before her next visit. I was busy packing breakfast so she could get something to eat afterwards.   Her friend from church was coming to pick us to run the tests and go to the hospital later. The friend came at about 8:00am and we got in the car, we c